Ragnal
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Post by Ragnal on Jun 29, 2006 15:07:10 GMT -5
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Oak: Certified Jade Hater
Bill S. Preston, Esq.
Edgier than Wayne Brady, Harder than Chinese Arithmetic, and Higher than the ratings for Blade: The Series
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on Jun 29, 2006 16:54:19 GMT -5
*"True Believers" (edit) by Bpuncing Souls hits as Chris Evans comes out to a moderate pop. He slides into the ring and grabs the announcers microphone before he can announce the newcomer.
Chris: Thank you Jeffrey.
Announcer: It's Tony.
Chris: Whatever. Now, tonight is my debut match against *looks at card* KEVIN NASH?!? WTF?!?
*Kevin Nash comes out to his old god-awful music, the one with the piano and the drums, and steps into the ring. Evans starts to talk again.
Chris: Whoa whoa big guy. I don't really want to fight you. I know what you do to guys like me and Puma. Dude's still in the hospital after that powerbomb. So I'll tell you what: I'll just lie down, and you pin me! Simple, right?
*Nash just glares at him.
Chris: Oookay then. Here, just pin me.
*Evans lies down as Nash continues to glasre at him. Nash finally walks oiver and goesa for a pin when Evans kicks him right in the "sensitive areas". Nash goes down as Evans grabs the mike.
Evans: HOLY CRAP! You actually fell for that?! What a f***in' idiot! Ring the bell ref.
-----Ding Ding Ding!-----
Nash is still down as Evans walks over to him before kicking him right in the ribs. Nash is in more pain as Evans sets him up for a Mexican surfboard. Nash is being stretched as Evans raises one foot and hits the Curb Stomp!! Nash is down and nearly out as Evans manages to roll him over. Evans points to the ropes and runs at it before hitting the 275 onto a prone Nash. Evans gets up and climbs the turnbuckles before leaping off with the Phoenix Flight, knocking the air out of Nash. Evans motions for the end and locks in the Force Of Nature, forcing poor Nash to tap out.
-----Ding Ding Ding!-----
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, "Mr.720" Chris Evans!
Evans lets go of the hold and grabs the microphone from Chimel.
Evans: Man YOU SUCK!!! Lemme show you how to do it: Here is the winner of the match, The Giant Killah, The Lady Thrilla, "Mr. 720" Chris Evans!
Evans walks over to Nash, who's starting to stir.
Evans: That'll teach you to respect the X-Division jack!
Evans throws the mike down and walks out as he gets a mixed reaction from the crowd as we fade to a commercial.
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Oak: Certified Jade Hater
Bill S. Preston, Esq.
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on Jun 29, 2006 17:29:47 GMT -5
Chad Michaels is in his locker room, watching the squash match between Kevin Nash and "Mr. 720" Chris Evans. He chuckles a bit before watching the end.
Chad: Chris Evans, huh? He has potential.
Just then, Bolt Bacana comes in the room, looking nonchalant.
Chad: Hey Bolt.
Bolt: Hey Chad, where's Melissa?
Chad: I told her I was going to a gym in L.A. So I bought about two days without her.
Bolt: Good. Jessica came back last ngiht looking freaked about thanks to her. She's 100% frreaky and obsessed about you.
Chad: And you noticed that...now?
Bolt: .....You stupid. Now, your match against Koda is this week. You should study him.
Chad: What for, I saw him at Kingdom Of Hurt, and he needed JCJ to help him win. I got his number. One Collision COurse and a Koji Clutch later, BAM! New champion.
Bolt: Just don't get overconfident. Remember the Megadeath?
Chad: .......Why you gotta bring up old s***?
Bolt: Because you were overconfident. That's why.
Chad: Heh, I guess I can get a big head.
Bolt: Which is what I've been telling you.
Chad: Yeah.
Bolt: S***, I gotta go. Jess haas been getting testy all of a sudden and has a craving for ice cream.
Chad: You don't think that she could be...
Bolt: You mean.....pregnant?
Chad: Yeah.
Bolt: Oh s***! That's probably it!
Chad: Well, go to Jess and make sure that she is!
Bolt: Alright, I'm going. Later
Chad: Later. ........Hey Bolt.
Bolt: Yeah?
Chad holds up his hands and makes an "X" with his hands.
Bolt: We going back to that?
Chad: Damn skippy.
Bolt: Never grow up do you?
Chad: Not one bit.
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Post by #Classic Hi-Definition X on Jun 29, 2006 18:20:58 GMT -5
*HBH and Cherry walk up to the match board*
Cherry: Hey baby, you're defending the title against Eddie Omega this week.
HBH: Finally, a REAL competitor. I was getting sick of facing all these pansies who didn't deserve to be in the same arena as me, let alone be in the same ring.
Cherry: Well you are the best thing going in EWT today.
HBH: That's right. You know, it's been almost a week since I made that challenge, and no one has stepped up. But then again, I can't say I blame them. I wouldn't exactly want to face me either. I mean, look at me. I'm the Tri-State Champion, the GREATEST Tri-State Champion in history. And there ain't a damn thing anyone can do about it.
Cherry: Mmmm, I love a man that's confident. How about we go somewhere private tonight?
HBH: What place do you have in mind?
*Cherry whispers something in HBH's ear. He immediately starts smiling*
HBH: Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's go!
*HBH and Cherry head off as we cut to the next segment*
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Curly Long
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Post by Curly Long on Jun 29, 2006 19:04:53 GMT -5
Backstage and Curly along with Big are looking at the match board. Mr. Big is shaking his head while Curly seems lost in thought. Big looks tired or hot for some reason
Mr.BIG: That's tough ... that is tough. One of them on there own would be hard to beat, but both together!
Mr. Big wipes away some sweat ... Curly has yet to say anything. He hops down from Big's shoulders and onto a near by table.
CURLY: You know Big, your right that is a tough match for us .. Undertaker & Kane! ... The Brothers of Destruction. Two of the biggest and meanest men in wwe history.
Mr. BIG: Don't forget the mind games, those two know them well.
CURLY: Yeah, but as tough as they are, if we can some how get a victory over them then we are right back in the tag title hunt! ... and then like a couple of foxes, we can nip in and take the titles from the Modelling School duo. Those Suicide Idolz may have beaten us last week, I still can't believe the nerve of those rookies ... but hey they clearly have some skills, so for now we'll let them have a moment to shine.
Mr. Big sits down on the table, it almost buckles from the weight
MR. BIG: You know Curly, I think there may something more to our losses recently than are opponents being more skilled!
CURLY: What?!
Mr.BIG: That last match I just wasn't on my game, I just didn't feel right and I couldn't make the save in time. I'm over 7ft tall and weigh more than all the women you have had in bed in the last week!
Curly does some counting
CURLY: Hang on so there was .. Sheila, Candy, that tea lady who stops by at 11, the girl who wanted to borrow some milk ... so yeah thats nearly 500 pounds give or take ...
Mr.BIG: Right .. can I get ...
CURLY: Oh wait I forgot Mina ... How could I forget Tuessday night! ... she maybe shorter than me .. but she sure knows how to liven things up at night.
MR.BIG: Was that the night I heard some sort of farmyard bird noise coming from your room?
Curly shuts up, but grins. Mr. Big shakes his head and wipes some more sweat from his face.
MR.BIG: Anyway what I'm saying is I need a break ... as in some time off, otherwise I can see me and you becoming just a comedy act for the other guys here in the ewt to laugh at. I don't want that and I know you don't either.
CURLY: You got that right!
MR.BIG: So after this match I'm going to book some time off ... a month or so to rest up and then I can come back and hurt the oppostion like we did in the beginning.
CURLY: OK .. No problem, I can't have you around here if your not fully fit, are you sure you can mange the match we have, you could take time off now?
MR.BIG: Nope I'll manage, plus it will give you a boost when your here alone for awhile.
CURLY: Right, let's get prepared. As I think we'll need a strategy to take down the burn victim and his corpse of a brother!
Curly hops off the table and heads to his office .. Big who looks like he may have a fever follows, he gives a slight cough before entering the office
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Maelstrom
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The Tide Will Turn!
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Post by Maelstrom on Jun 30, 2006 9:15:13 GMT -5
*The lights dim in the arena ... and smoke begins to rise from the stage ... The chords of 'Apocalypse Please' begin to chime out and the crowd gets to it's feet. The pyrotechnics go off sending the smoke sky high as Maelstrom appears from behind the smoke filled cloud. He raises one hand slowly, but really couldn't give a damm about the crowd. The crowd instantly starts to boo and jeer!*
GORILLA: Hello everyone, I'm Gorilla Monsoon alongside Jesse 'the body' Ventura ... and this is sure to be one hell of a match we have tonight .. Maelstrom the man who has been hounding EWT Heavyweight Champion Spaz since his return will take on The Masterpiece ... and Jesse I don't like his chances!
JESSE: for once Monsoon I gotta agree with ya. This Maelstrom since returning has been even more dangerous than when he left, but in all honesty I gotta say that Spaz had it coming!
GORILLA: What? Spaz is a man of honor & commitment. he lives to wrestle the best, he is a true superstar!
JESSE: Yeah, but he's a sly one, Maelstrom was his pal and now look. Not a single card or visit for his former friend. It's low. Maelstrom has it right, Spaz is using people for his own gains! and as for the fans well they have always been fickle ...
GORILLA: Well I highly doubt that, I'm sure they can tell who is in the right in this one, but we must get to the action.
*Back in the ring and Chris Masters has arrived. He has gone through his usual muscle posing and is now in the ring. Maelstrom watches him with contempt.*
*Bell rings!*
The two men approach one another and tie up. Chris Masters tries to push Maelstrom away but has little success. Maelstrom points angrily at Masters and they tie up again. this time Maelstrom heaves with all hi might sending Masters flying into the corner. Masters is in shock he can't believe he was out-powered. They tie up a third time and Maelstrom again throws Masters away. This time Maelstrom charges after The Masterpiece and lariats him in the corner. Masters dazed puts up little defense as Maelstrom punches away on him. Maelstrom satisfied with his new punching back steps away. He then charges in for another lariat. Masters dodges out of the way letting Maelstrom taste the corner-pad. Maelstrom turns and is met with a few chops by Masters. Masters then rakes the eyes and tries to whip Maelstrom into the other corner. Maelstrom reverses, Masters bounces off the corner and straight into a powerslam by Maelstrom. Cover ...
1,2 ...
Masters barely kicks out. Maelstrom keeps hold though and brings him up and then bodyslams him down! ... Maelstrom turns to the crowd and raises his arms in victory.
*A 'We Won't Turn!' chant begins ... Maelstrom shouts at the audience in frustration*
Chris Masters has now recovered a little and attacks Maelstrom from behind with a quick forearm to the back of the neck and a knee to the gut. Master's throws Maelstrom into the ropes .. Maelstrom comes back ducking the polish hammer attempt. He comes back off the opposite ropes and nails the Masterpiece with another clothesline! .... Masters knocked for a loop gets back up, Maelstrom is ready and gives a kick to the gut and tires to lift him up for the Whirlpool!! .. No Masters has countered it, and flips Maelstrom over his back. Maelstrom is stunned by the reversal, but gets back to his feet ... Chris Masters sees his chance Masterlock!! ...
GORILLA: Does he have it locked in? ... No one has ever escaped this devastating move! .. does he have it locked on?
JESSE: Yes he has Monsoon, the fingers are clasped he has it on tight.
Maelstrom is fighting it though. Masters a steely resolve on his face, clenches his shoulder muscles and arms tightly straining to get Maelstrom to submit. But Maelstrom is not a man to go down so easily. He rams Masters back first into the corner, but Masters doesn't let go. Maelstrom looks to be fading here .. The Ref checks the arm ... (1) ... (2) ... No Maelstrom still has some fight in him.
*The crowd is upset and a 'Give Up!' chant starts up, it is deafening in the arena.*
Maelstrom raises his head, and a face of furious hatred and retribution can be seen. With a primordial cry Maelstrom breaks the masterlock! ...
GORILLA: Amazing power and strength form the Maelstrom, Jesse who is going to stop this guy?
JESSE: I don't think anything can, Spaz had better watch out this guy means business!
Masters holds his arms in sheer pain and shock. Maelstrom though does not care about the Masterpiece and his pain. Maelstrom grabs Chris and gives him a headbutt. Maelstrom then locks his massive arms around the neck of Chris Masters and then lifts him up into suplex position! ... Vortex Drop!!! .. cover ...
1,2,3.
*The bell rings*
LILLIAN: Your winner ... Maelstrom!!!
*The crowd continues to boo loudly as Maelstrom takes up a microphone. Chris Masters rolls to the outside beaten and broken*
MAELSTROM (Breathing hard): Spaz!! ... See that! .. that is the sign of the coming storm! ... For the first time the Masterlock has been broken! ... No escape or clever tricks, Broken!! .. and that is what I intend to do to you! ... I issued a challenge to Generation Tech last week! ...and you all ignored me, but I will be taking that title from you Spaz ... When we meet in the ring Spaz, I will make you and then I will break you! ...
The crowd starts up a 'Spaz' chant
MAELSTROM: for you see … The Tide will ....
*"RIP" hits as Limey makes his way out. The crowd pop like crazy as Limey, microphone in hand, stands proudly atop the stage.*
LIMEY: You know what, Maelstrom? I thought you were cheap...when you attacked us, and betrayed us all after coming back from your injury. And for what? So you could appear good enough to challenge our EWT World Heavyweight Champion, Spaz?
*The crowd chant for Spaz as Limey shakes his head.*
LIMEY: I don't think so, mate. And now...now you come out here, running your mouth off to a champion that can't wrestle yet, as he took it to the limit against Spyke, and injured himself in the process. Well...if you want a match next week, YOU'VE DAMN WELL GOT IT!!! But it'll be against a former EWT World Champ...a technical genius, and one hell of an athelete...ME!!
*Maelstrom doesn't back down as the crowd pop and chant for Limey.*
LIMEY: Let me tell you something, 'Strom. I've been waiting to get my hands on you for some time now, after you've disrespected Gen Tech and insulted us all...and since I can't let Spaz show you just how much better he is than you...
*The crowd cheer for this as Maelstrom looks peeved, but keeping his cool.*
LIMEY: I think it'd only be fair to give you a piece of MY MIND! And let me tell you...I'm not someone you can just use as a stepping stone...I'm fired up and I'm prepared for a war! I feel great, 'Strom, so you'd just better keep in mind that when you face Limey...life will GIVE...YOU...LIMES!!!!
*Limey stares down Maelstrom from the ramp as the crowd cheer madly, chanting "DREAM MATCH"*
(Fade out ...)
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Post by Ronnie L. Cordova on Jun 30, 2006 15:09:31 GMT -5
RLC walks out of a locker room, with X-Pac following behind.
RLC: So you know the plan right?
X-Pac: Yeah. I do. Go out there and lie down for you so you can pin me.
RLC: Correct.
X-Pac: Yeah, and then after the match, I can collect on those "benefits" you were talking about.
X-Pac leans in for a kiss. But RLC stops him.
RLC: Not yet. After we're done out there. Now c'mon we're up next.
The camera cuts to the arena where the crowd is confused by Rachael's self-booking. Then X-Pac's old DX music hits.
Lillian: Making his way to the ring, X-PAC!
X-Pac confidently strides to the ring, getting ready for the best payoff for a loss in his career. He climbs into the ring and awaits Rachael. "What You Waitin' For?" hits and RLC makes her way to the ring.
Lillian: And from Brooklyn Park, MN... Rachael Leigh Cook!
X-Pac grabs a mic.
X-Pac: OK! Let's do this so I can get laid, err uhh, paid!
X-Pac immediately drops to the mat, with a big smile on his face. RLC picks up the mic.
RLC: Heh-heh. Men will do anything if it means them getting some.
X-Pac: Huh?
RLC: Ring the bell...
*Bell rings*
RLC covers X-Pac.
1!
2!
RLC lifts X-Pac's shoulder at the last moment. She grabs the mic.
RLC: Like I said, men will do anything if it means they get laid. Unfortunately for you tonight, you're not getting laid.
X-Pac (angrily): WHAT?!
RLC stands and drops an elbow on X-Pac's lungs, knocking the wind out of him. This causes the crowd to cheer. RLC bounces off the ropes and hits a running senton splash. X-Pac doubles over on the mat. RLC picks him up and hits the Bridgebuster!
1!
2!
3!
RLC has pinned X-Pac!
*Bell rings*
Lillian: Your winner, Rachael Leigh Cook!
RLC raises her arms in victory, as the crowd cheers for beating up X-Pac.
RLC: Heh... men...
RLC exits the ring and high-fives some women in the crowd and some guys who were apparently anti X-Pac. Fade to commercial for DX on RAW.
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Post by teamireland on Jun 30, 2006 17:21:45 GMT -5
*Team Ireland are sitting in their locker-room when Liam O'Neill bursts in through the door rather excitedly*
O'Neill: Lads, I was just lookin' at the match board.. We're facing Team Canada this week.
*Everyone turns to look at Coach O'Hare as a smirk crosses his face*
O'Hare: Finally, after years of waiting, myself & Aidan will get our chance at vengeance! You other lads may not be aware that I used to be good friends with Scott D'Amore, but he betrayed me. Back when I was helping to train Aidan, together we came up with a finishing move so devestating that absolutley no-one would be able to get up after receiving it! At that time, Scott was a trusted friend & was no longer wrestling full-time. i decided to let him in on this great secret, this ultimate weapon, the move known as "The Irish Destroyer". Than, one day I tune into one of TNAs weekly PPVs & what do I see but Petey Williams, Scott D'Amore's student using the fantastic finishing move created by Aidan & I. Well, that, lads, was the ultimate betrayal! When we face off with those pale imitators, those Team Ireland wannabes, they'll understand why YOU'LL NEVER BEAT THE IRISH!
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Post by chanceconfidence on Jun 30, 2006 22:26:50 GMT -5
OH IT'S TIME... IT'S TIME... IT'S CHANCE TIME!!!
The now familiar sounding theme starts up as Chance once again strolls his way down to the ring. This week, he's dressed in a purple silk shirt, and a pair of also silky black pants. He has his hair still in the ponytail, this week... he's exchanged the green tinted shades on his nose for a pair of rose tinted ones. Accompanied by Confidence are a bunch of random goons, all dressed in plain black suits. Probably bodyguards or something... I dunno. Chance vaults into the ring, smirks and strolls over to the familiar set... black leather furniture... royal purple carpet... ridiculously sized Big Ben Knock Off. He flops into his comfy easy chair, as the same goon places his headset microphone on his head.
Chance: Hello once again everyone... and welcome to Chance Time! The show that is changing the face of EWT, which right now... resembles a half dead wrinkled up old prune.
The crowd boos immediately.
Chancë: Tonight, my guests are for once... females! And no, Spyke Johanson doesn't count as one in case you are wondering.
This cheap shot makes all the boos even louder.
Chance: Yep, you see... I've been keeping my eye on the GND division, well not really... I mean, I think I watched a match by accident once, forgot what happened. But I think somebody won... and somebody lost. Doesn't really concern me though, so who really cares? But I do know that Rosa is the GND Champion... good for her. However, Rosa isn't my guest... my guests tonight are the goth chick and the angry black girl... please welcome, Holly Vaughn,... that stupid lap dog of hers, and D'zee!
The intro to Rammstein’s “Feuer Frei” hits, but it suddenly fades into Ice Cube’s “Ghetto Bird” The crowd pelts the approaching D'zee and Holly Vaughn with boos... and I guess that Mortimer fellow too. D'zee makes verbal threats to people in the audience as Holly simply walks down the rampway towards the ring, paying them no heed. Mortimer is his usual paranoid self. The two women... and the nancy boy all enter the ring.
Chance: Well hello there... nice to see some females on this show. I don't want people thinking I'm like A-Bomb is or anything.
He smirks as D'Zee and Vaughn take a seat. Mortimer tries to sit down as well, but a quick SMACK on the forehead by Vaughn changes his mind. Instead, he curls up on the floor, like some kinda stray animal, a look of insane fear in his eyes. Chance looks down and pokes Mortimer with his shoe.
Chance: Hmmm... usually I don't allow PETS on this show, but hey... I think I'll make an exception here. Besides, I can him as a footstool!
Chance indeed does so, as Vaughn and D'zee pretty much ignore this.
Chance: So tell me girls... first off, why exactly did you two decide to hook up? My personal guess would be that you couldn't get any action with the men... so you decided to switch to the other team.
D'zee growls.
D'Zee: I don't think that's any of your damn business Chance...
Holly: But to answer your question, no I don't believe either of us are really... attracted to each other.
Dozens of males in the audience go awwww in disappointment.
Chance : Heh sorry... just had to make sure. On CHANCE TIME... I like to get every little detail about my guests found out. Not because I'm really interested or anything, but eh... these shmucks in the audience want it. If you want to pregnant dog to anybody, go yell at all these 32 year old Virgins and Hormonally crazed 14 year olds.
The crowd boos again.
Chance: But anyway, go on and tell us WHY you two are in cahoots now.
Holly and D'zee look at each other, then back at Chance.
Holly: Well Mr. Confidence, to be quite honest, it was simply because of an idea we both shared. You see, as you mentioned, Rosa is the Queen of the Ring AND the GND Champion.
D'zee: And that bimbo doesn't deserve either of em. She got LUCKY at Kingdom of Hurt Chance... I don't know how, but I'm guessing it was fluke. Everybody knows that I'm the toughest girl in this whole damn organization. I didn't win the the 2006 Harlot Hunt for nothing...
Chance: Well at least you didn't win it by default... unlike that obese wretched Mama... I bet she and that " Delicious " Dick Slater are still banging and breaking beds wherever they go.
Chance, Holly, and D'zee all shudder at this mental image.
Chance: But yeah... you do have a point. You were the 2006 Harlot Hunt winner... which means I guess the fans here thought you were the most tolerable... that or somebody rigged the voting.
D'zee continues
D'zee: Once I won that competition, everybody knew that I was gonna be at the top one day. When that Queen of the Ring tournament started, I blew through those opponents of mine like a bulldozer through a wet paper bag! All until the finals... where Rosa stole the victory from me. And to make things worse, after that match... I get attacked by the girl who eats bowls of sugar for breakfast!
Chance: I'm guessing you're talking about that crazed loony that hangs with the Smiletime Bunch. Good grief... those three give me a weird vibe.
Holly nods.
Holly: I'd have to think that was true for the entire EWT Roster.
D'zee: Anemone, I don't know what you think you're doing getting your nose stuck in my bidness, but I'm gonna tell you something. You get involved with me again and I'll snap your thumbs off with my bare teeth!
She flashes said teeth angrily.
Chance: Well then... what do you think of this whole Chrysta returning... you know, the former GND Champion before that nasty accident.
Holly looks up.
Holly: Ah yes... Miss Chrysta. To be honest, we can safely say that even if she does return, she would be no threat to us whatsoever.
D'zee: And IF she does try to prove us wrong, we'll beat her down just like we can do to anyone that tries.
Chance: Ah alright then... so in other words, The Dairy Queen is no threat.
Holly and D'zee both nod.
Chance: Well then, that's enough about her. So let's see... what do you have to say about another GND member who decided to cross you... one Rochelle Lee Cook... or whatever her name is.
Chance grabs his trusty remote, clicks it on and it shows a replay of the attempted beatdown on Rosa during her GND Title Match with RLC. It ends showing her celebrating in the ring after taking Holly and D'zee out of it.
Chance: Alright then... your little sneak attack backfired it looks like. Thoughts?
Holly: That wretch Rachel Leigh Cook... she's just another person who is making a mistake getting involved with us. Just like we said about Vivian... is she gets involved, we will simply BREAK her. So I suggest that she wises up and backs off... or the only title she'll have is SHORTEST GND CAREER!
The crowd boos as Vaughn remains solemn and silent.
Chance: And D'zee... what about this whole Jackie Geisha thing... I'm sure that hasn't been settled yet.
D'zee growls.
D'zee: Miss Jackie Geisha is nothing... NOTHING AT ALL. I don't care about her, I don't HAVE to care about her, she's just a punk. Like Vivian, like Cook... she gets involved with Me and Holly here... and Rosa, you can bet your ass that she'll end up eating all her food through a straw!
Chance thinks for a bit.
Chance: Wow... you two are some really... vile, disgusting... angry... evil... twisted women aren't ya? I think I'm starting to like you a little... better than all the pure as snow dames we've got hanging around here.
The two don't really seem to care about this comment.
D'zee: Yeah whatever...
Holly: That doesn't really concern us Mr. Confidence...
Chance: Hmmm... tell me D'zee, you always said that you were so strong that you could knock out other men... didn't ya? Care to prove it?
D'zee gets a smug grin on her face.
D'zee: Oh... you want me to bust that pretty nose of yours Confidence?
Chance looks wide eyed, shaking his head quickly.
Chance: Of course not! I meant gruesome here... he bugs me.
Chance pokes an ugly looking bodyguard, one with a Unibrow, a shaved head, and missing lots and lots of teeth.
Goon: Wait... what?
D'zee gets up, walks over and SMASHES her fist right into the this gentlemen's jaw. Not surprisingly, he goes down like a sack of bricks. Chance watches this laughing quite pleased.
Chance: Heh... now THAT it quality entertainment. Watching ugly young men getting beaten up by angry women. I swear, there's a reality show concept in that somewhere...
D'zee: Heh... I'll admit, it was kinda fun.
She walks back over sitting down. Holly Vaughn gives a slight smile watching this gentlemen getting his lights knocked out. Chance whistles, as the rest of the goons haul him off the carpeted floor.
Chance: Heh... don't you just love hired help? They're mainly released WWE Superstars.
On cue, a man is seen waving to the camera as he and others carry away this faceless nobody.
Tatanka: HI MOM!!!
The camera quickly shifts back to the ring area.
Chance: Alright then... that's about enough time wasted for today. You got any last words girls?
D'zee and Holly look at each other.
D'zee: Yeah we do! Rosa... Rachel... Vivian... Geisha... hell, Carla O Woe, Keiko... ANYBODY back there. If you get involved with us, we can guarantee that you'll end up in a damn body bag!
She sneers as Holly simply nods.
Holly: Yes... quite right D'zee...
Just then, It's My Time starts up on the Toomitron/Chance Channel! D'zee and Holly quickly turn around towards the stage area, Rosa sliding i from behind with a steel chair. The crowd pops as she has a slick smile on her face, swinging it from behind and slamming Holly in the back! She groans, going down as D'zee turns around, Rosa tossing the chair. D'zee growls, instinctively tossing the chair back, which Rosa ducks... and it smacks Chance right in the skull. He curses, quickly exiting the ring area as D'zee charges forward, going for a clothesline to Rosa, who ducks it. She grabs D'zee for a neckbreaker, but D'zee elbow out, Shoving The GND Champion into Holly, who has gotten back up now. Holly grabs Rosa and plants her into the mat with a DDT! Rosa bounces off the mat, clutching her neck in pain when suddenly... Rachel Leigh Cook sprints down to the ring! She slides in, taking D'zee down with a quick Spinning Wheel Kick! D'zee groans, falling to her knees as Holly turns around, as well... only to get a forearm from behind. She then gets planted with a SECOND DDT... by Dr. Vivian Anemone?!
Vivian looks over at RLC, who looks back... rather confused. Holly and D'zee quickly roll out of the ring for now, to regroup as Vivian and RLC look down at Rosa. Rosa manages to get back to her feet, as VIVIAN immediately locks her in a... hug?! Rosa looks down, a bit awkward as Vivian smiles, looking happily into her eyes. Rachel apparently doesn't trust her though and YANKS the doctor off. The crowd cheers as Rachel looks at Rosa, who looks back... rather confused. Vivian looks a bit surprised, as the three women stare back at each other. The GND Champion slowly exits the ring... looking back at the ring as Rachel and Vivian stare each other down...
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Jul 1, 2006 2:31:14 GMT -5
*Spaz is standing backstage with Sum Guy.*
SG: I'm Sum Guy & I eat Cheese Sandwich-O's! I am here with the EWT World Heavyweight Champion Spaz. Spaz Maelstrom has been calling you out for weeks now yet we haven't heard from you or from Generation Tech until now why not?
S: Well Guy its simple, Maelstrom isn't worth our time or our effort. He is just a nuisance. He think that because he has jumped me from behind a few times & caught me off guard that he deserves a title shot. Well that's not going to happen Guy. I am the world Champ & I decide who deserves a chance to win this belt. Spyke deserved a shot so I gave him one. It's a simple story, when Maelstrom has earnt a shot he will get one.
SG: You had some time off due to a shoulder injury you are all healed up now?
S: I got my clearance & that's what counts.
SG: Ok, so if not Maelstrom then who in the EWT will be the next to get a shot at the World Title?
S: There are many men worthy & when I decide I will come to you Guy.
SG: There you have it folks. The EWT champ is fit again & ready to take on all comers. I'm Sum Guy & I like my Pop Tarts deep fried!
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Jul 1, 2006 17:22:50 GMT -5
*Toomi E Dangerously comes walking out to the ring & grabs the microphone in hand.* Saturday, July 15th...Extreme Wrestlecrap Threaderation will return to pay per view for all to enjoy. And yes, it will be a Saturday pay per view called Saturday Night Special And at Saturday Night Special, we will crown a brand spanking new EWT Toolshed Champion. But you see folks, this won't be any special one on one waste of time. For you see, EWT will return to the roots of hardcore with the Toolshed Championship. 10 men will enter the ring. And each man is free to wear what they want, bring what they want, & one man will remain in the ring at the end, standing tall as the new EWT Toolshed Champion. And what is this match I speak of? The return of the old school style we used to call the Bunkhouse Brawl. 10 men, 9 eliminated one by one over the top rope, both feet touching the floor. And who will be in this breakthrough match? Why, nothing but the best EWT has to offer: Spyke Johanson The Cancelor Joe Ragnal Principal Pain Crauswell Heiden-dorf The Viper Tony Chang Curly Long Great Hugo And those 10 men will brawl until there is one left standing....& that man will be the new EWT Toolshed Champion. Plus, in a special stipulation match for the EWT tag team championship, the Prophecy Reborn will get another shot at the gold against the handsome Boys Modeling School. But you see, the stipulation is something that I know the Prophecy Reborn will like. This match will be under old school rules. Meaning count outs & disqualifications do exist. BUT, so the handsome Boys Modeling School doesn't try to sneak their way out of the belts, counts outs & disqualifications will ALSO mean the winners of the match WILL become the EWT Tag Team Champions. For, you see, Saturday Night Special will not be just any EWT pay per view. Saturday Night Special will be fought under Old School Rules. Count outs Disqualifications Meaning, the usual EWT rules will be out the door as you fans will be in for a special treat. And the only match that will have no count outs or disqualifications in it will be the return of the Hell In the Cell. And do you know who will be in that Hell In the Cell? The Mercenary & Ratings And to make sure rules are followed...their will be a special referee to be announced. Saturday Night Special live on pay per view, Saturday, July 15th. And don't worry. Spaz WILL be defended the championship...but the question is: against who?
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Post by teamireland on Jul 1, 2006 18:48:19 GMT -5
* Team Ireland just finish watching Toom E. Dangerously's announcement from backstage.* O'Hare: This is outrageous! Why is it that all these newcomers are getting title shots at the expense of you lads? First, Smarky gets a shot at HBH's Tri-State Title & now "The Great Hugo" is in contention for the Toolshed Championship? Ridiculous! Prophecy Reborn already had their chance against the Tag-Team champs recently & they couldn't get the job done! That ought to be two of you lads getting a shot in there! Anyway, enough of this s***e, we've got match with a bunch of pale Team Ireland imitators coming up next, let's go! *COMMERCIAL BREAK* MMMMMMMM, S'mores! *RETURN FROM COMMERCIAL BREAK* Tony “The Garc” Garcya: The following contest is a six-man tag match & is scheduled for one fall. * A Rocked-up version of Amhrán na bhFiann plays over the EWT sound system as Team Ireland make their way to the ring. All the members of the team are wearing Gaelic shirts with numbers printed on the back. Coach O’Hare is waving a Hurley with an Irish Tricolour attached to it. The team stop about halfway down the ramp and raise their arms in the air as green, white & gold pyro goes off behind them. Sean McCann is using crutches & has to be helped to the ring by his team-mates.* Tony “The Garc” Garcya: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 679lbs, being accompanied by Coach O’Hare & Sean McCann, proudly representing their home country of Ireland, Aidan Donnelly, "The Celtic Gaint" Shane Malone & Liam O’Neill. TEAM IRELAND!* O'Hare paces furiously in the ring, fuming not only about Toom E's announcment, but also about the fact that his old nemesis is about to walk through the curtain.* * A Rocked-up version of Amhrán na bhFiann "O Canada" plays over the EWT sound system as Team Ireland Canada make their way to the ring. All the members of the team are wearing Gaelic Baseball shirts with numbers printed on the back. Coach O’Hare D'Amore is waving a Hurley Hockey Stick with an Irish Tricolour Canadian Maple-Leaf Flag attached to it. The team stop about halfway down the ramp and raise their arms in the air as green, white & gold red & white pyro goes off behind them.* Tony “The Garc” Garcya: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 635lbs, being accompanied by Coach Scott D'Amore, proudly representing their home country of Canada, "The Canadian Destroyer" Petey Williams, "Show Time" Eric Young & the "Canadian Enforcer" Bobby Roode. TEAM CANADA! * O'Hare & D'Amore glare at eachother with utter contempt from across the ring, while their proteges get into their positions inside the ring. Shane Malone starts off facing Bobby Roode.* Jerome "The Lord" East: Well, it doesn't appear that Bobby Roode is too intimidated by "The Celtic Giant". * In the ring both men charge eachother with shoulderblocks, but neither gives an inch. They try again, the same happens. Malone then arrogantly challenges Roode to charge him & see if Roode can manage to shift him. Roode charges Malone once, twice & still can't move the big man. Bobby runs to the ropes one last time, but Malone takes him out with a powerful lariat.* "The Intellect" Nick Russ: Ouch! Things aren't looking good for the Canucks! East: Well, what do you expect? Their biggest guy can't match up with Team Ireland's largest guy in just about anyway imaginable. Russ: So basically, "Size Matters" is what you're saying? East: So your ex-wife says... Russ: Wait just a second... East: WOW! Look at that slam! * Malone has just picked Bobby Roode over his head & slammed him to the mat military press style. Roode is too disoriented to mount any kind of comeback so Malone takes the opportunity to tag in Liam O'Neill.* East: O'Neill now going to work on the neck of Roode with those submission moves that are becoming his trademark here in EWT. Russ: What was that you were saying about my ex-wife? * O'Neill has been dropping his elbow on the back of Roode's head & neck. He then snapmares him over into a chinlock, all the while driving his knee into the back of the neck. Coach O'Hare cheers loudly from ring-side.* D'Amore: Why don't you shut up you stupid Mick Bastard? * O'Hare runs around the ring, hurley in hand, intent on battering D'Amore. Eventually he cathes him & the two begin scuffling. Meanwhile, Eric Young has snuck in the ring to break up the chinlock on Roode. Roode gets up takes O'Neill down with a swift body slam. However, seconds later, Roode falls to his knees clutching his neck in pain. O'Neill is having trouble attemptimg to get up again following the slam but begins making an attempt to crawl towards the Team Ireland corner. Roode makes it to the Team Canada corner & tags in Petey Williams just as O'Neill makes it to his own corner & tags in Aidan Donnelly. The two men circle eachother suspiciously. All the while, the coaches brawl on the outside.* East: The fans have been waiting to see these two lock-up based on O'Hare's claims that He & Donnelly invented the Canadian Destroyer. Russ: That's "Irish Destroyer"! * Donnelly & Petey lock up. Williams manages to get Donnelly in a hammerlock, Donnelly snapmares him over & kicks him in the back. Williams holds his back as he stands up again, Donnelly then kicks him in the gut & moves both his hands in a circular motion above his head.* Russ: HERE IT COMES NOW! IRISH DESTROYER! * Bobby Roode runs into the ring, nailing Donnelly in the back of the head with a Northern Lariat before he can perform the Canadian Irish Destroyer. All hell breaks loose in the ring as all members of both teams enter into a huge brawl, including the two coaches whose own scrapping has spilled into the ring.* East: Look at this. It's utter chaos! * O'Hare aims his hurley at D'Amore's head just as D'Amore swings his hockey stick at O'Hare's head. Both men hit their targets & both are knocked out cold. While the referee is distracted, Liam O'Neill shoves Eric Young outside the ring where Sean McCann cracks a crutch over Young's head. Following this McCann slips & falls over, grabbing his leg in agony. Malone takes Roode out with a delayed suplex into a body-slam then clubs Petey Williams with a vicious forearm to the back of the head. This allows Aidan Donnelly to hit The Irish Destroyer on Williams & make the cover. Somewhere in the midst of this schmozz the referee manages to amke it over to make the count.* 1... 2... 3! *ding-ding-ding* * A Rocked-up version of Amhrán na bhFiann plays over the EWT sound system as Aidan Donnelly stands up to celebrate the fact that he won the match for his team.* Tony “The Garc” Garcya: Here are your winners: Aidan Donnelly, "The Celtic Gaint" Shane Malone & Liam O’Neill. TEAM IRELAND!* Donnelly picks up the hurley wrapped in a Tricolour & begins waving it while standing on the ringpost. Then he calls to "The Garc" that he wants a microphone. Team Ireland's music fades out as Donnelly begins to speak.* Donnelly: Toom E. Dangerously, you've seen what we can do in the ring, we've beaten every opponent you've pit us against... and yet, and YET, we have been denied the opporunity to prove ourselves in title matches while all these newcomers waltz in & get championship shots handed to them from the very second they appear?... Something there just doesn't seem right! But, if you're not willing to give us title shots, that's perfectly okay, just as long as we can get one of the things that we want. At the next PPV, we want The Nyrds! They may as well have spat in our faces when they refused our friendship! We want to make them pay for this utterly unforgivable transgression! Now, Nyrds... we cost you that match last week, that's NOTHING compared to how far we're willing to go, lads, NOTHING! Pretty soon you'll see YOU'LL NEVER BEAT THE IRISH!
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Post by HMARK Center on Jul 1, 2006 19:05:39 GMT -5
<HMark, unaware he's being filmed, has his back to the camera. He's got his cell phone to his ear.>
So, when can you make it? No, don't sweat it yet, this next PPV is still a little while away...you think you can swing it? Well, get all that worked out and let me know how it goes, 'k? Cool, talk to you soon...yeah, I know, I miss it, too; but no time like the present to get things rolling again, right?
<laughs>
Yep, you've still got it. I'll talk to you.
<hangs up, walks off, oblivious of the camera the entire time>
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Post by #Classic Hi-Definition X on Jul 1, 2006 19:20:24 GMT -5
Coach: I'm being joined right by the Tri-State Champion Bret Michaels and the lovely Cherry. Bret, we've just heard from the boss that a PPV will be coming up in 2 weeks. Your thoughts on that?
HBH: Well, that's great and all, except for one thing: I'm not on it... YET. I issued out an open challenge last week for anyone who thinks they can take this title away from me to step up. And so far no one has done so. Now normally I wouldn't mind as I could use a little time off, but you see Coach, this PPV looks good so far on paper. And the only way it'll be better is if I'm a part of it. When I step in the ring, great things happen. The level of interest in those around me rise and they become more popular. Take Limey for example. Back when I was carrying his ass in all those tag team matches we had, more people started to notice him. I made him look good. Gasoline is another example. More people paid attention to him when he was with me. Now he's a part of that Generation Tech group or whatever they're called. And even with Rosa. She gained exposure being with me. Now she's the GND Champion. Let me ask you this, Coach. Do you think any of those thing would have happened if they hadn't been around me?
Coach: N-no, Bret.
HBH: Exactly. The fact that those three are stars is a testament to the greatness that is the Heartbreak Hitman Bret Michaels. And if ANYONE else wants a shot at the big time, then why don't you step up to the plate and prove yourself? And if nobody wants to, that's fine. I'll just place my name in the hat of people who want to challenge Spaz for the EWT Heavyweight Title. And then I can walk out of the PPV with TWO titles around my waist.
Cherry: And baby, you would look even better with two titles on the gorgeous body of yours.
HBH: You know it, sugar. Let's go.
*HBH and Cherry walk off as we cut to the next segment*
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Post by hollyvaughn on Jul 2, 2006 3:14:08 GMT -5
*"Lovepassionfuryenergy" hits, and Lita makes her way out to complete silence. She rocks her head, and then bounces her way down to the ring.*
Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for ONE-FALL! Introducing first, from Fort Lauderdale, Florida, she is LITA!!!!
*Lita makes her way to the ring, just as "Feuer Frei" hits. The crowd boo in response as the lights dim.*
Chimel: Her opponent, to be accompanied to the ring by Mortimer, from Winni...
*Mortimer is out, being dragged from the back by a leash...but D'Zee, not Holly, is dragging him! Lita is confused by this as Holly Vaughn sneakily enters the ring from the crowd, behind Lita. Holly takes advantage of the distraction by grabbing Lita from behind with a double underhook arm-lock, lifting her up for a submission manouever! The bell rings to start the match as Holly throws Lita down to the mat!*
*Lita crawls over to the turnbuckle as Holly rushes at Lita, hitting a leapfrog to hop to the top of the turnbuckle. As Lita rises to her feet, Holly moonaults off the turnbuckle to hit the STYXX DIVE onto Lita!! Holly then gets the cover!*
1, 2, 3!
Winner: Holly Vaughn.
*Holly gets the cheap win as D'Zee applauds her partner from ringside. Holly then exits the ring, and thanks D'Zee for providing the distraction. Holly then accepts Mortimer and drags him to the back as the crowd boo Holly and D'Zee.*
*Fade out to commercial.*
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Post by crauswell on Jul 2, 2006 12:51:32 GMT -5
Announcer: The Following Contest is scheduled for one fall!
King of Kings starts up first off as the crowd gives a nice pop, as the first participant of this match heads down to the ring.
Announcer: Introducing first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 305 pounds, Mercenary!
Merc heads down the rampway, slapping hands with the fans a bit and looking pretty determined to win this match. He enters the ring, pacing around a bit and awaiting his opponent.
YOU WILL BE DEVOURED!!!
The usual big pyro goes off as the crowd boos, Merc's opponent heading down to the ring.
Announcer: And introducing the opponent, also from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 272 pounds... Crauswell!
Crauswell heads down the ramp, hopping up onto the ring apron and climbing inside, walking past Merc and ignoring him as he stands in the center of ring, spreading his fake wings, letting them drop, and turning back to Merc as he backs up into the nearest corner. The bell rings and the two meet in the middle of the ring. Crauswell signals for a test for a test of strength, just to show his strength by overpowering a heavier man. Merc accepts and the two lock up... Crauswell immediately taking control, pushing Merc back slowly, but surely. Merc looks a bit surprised, trying to fight back, but Crauswell not letting up at all. Eventually, he's got Merc's leaning back only a foot off the ground! The furry tries to topple him over completely, but Merc immediately resists, eventually start to fight back, showing off a bit of his own power, now getting back to an equal field, before Crauswell nails a blatant kick to the gut... breaking up the strength before Merc has a chance to beat him. The crowd boos as the furry grabs Merc by the throat, shoving him face first to the mat. Merc rolls on his back as Crauswell goes for a leg drop across the throat! Merc quickly moves out of the way, getting back to his feet. Crauswell drops down to both knees, going for a throat thrust, Merc catches him and pushes him back, the furry rolling backwards... back to his feet! He charges back with a clothesline, Merc catches him though, going for a hip toss, but Crauswell blocks it, grabbing him and nailing a side suplex! Merc slams into the mat hard. He tries to struggle back to his feet as the furry continues his assault, going for a running knee, but Merc counters, catching his leg. He gets to a vertical base, where Crauswell goes for an enziguri, which Merc also catches. He lifts him up high, going for an Atomic drop, but Crauswell counters in midair, grabbing and planting him once again into the mat with a bulldog! Merc groans, clutching his neck area a bit as the furry leaps up, nailing an OVERHAND CHOP across the throat! Merc acks, clutching the area in further pain as the furry covers. 1....2....
Merc kicks out. Crauswell growls, reaching down to lift Merc back up, but he somehow counters into a small package! 1...2...
Crauswell also kicks out. He looks a bit caught off guard by that last move. He stomps a bit at the mat frustrated. Merc recovers again, getting to his feet as the furry goes for a palm slap, it's caught by Merc. He counters with a stiff punch, following up with a series of more to the face! Merc groans, stumbling back a bit as he's laid into, eventually getting backed into the corner turnbuckle. Merc backs up, charging for a clothesline and gets it, ENGULFING Crauswell in the corner! The furry groans, dropping into the bottom of the turnbuckle as Merc grins, proceeding to stomp a vicious mudhole in his opponent's chest... before Crauswell desperately rolls out of the ring, clutching his pretty sore chest. He stares back at Merc in the ring, who taunts him a bit. Crauswell enters the ring once again, Merc immediately taking him down with a clothesline! Crauswell groans, getting back to his feet, Merc going for a second one... big mistake. This one gets ducked as Crauswell nails an STO to the mat! Merc groans as Crauswell sits on his back, bludgeoning him with sitting clotheslines focused on the neck area. After about five of em, the furry gets back off, running off the ropes and going for a double legged leg drop to the back of the neck! It connects, Merc groaning in pain as Crauswell rolls him over for another cover. 1...2....
Merc once again kicks out, holding his neck. Crauswell growls, yanking him to his feet by the arm and now nailing a series of quick body punches, Merc quickly hunching over in pain, clutching his chest as Crauswell grabs him, lifting him up for a running powerbomb, but Merc punching at his skull as he runs desperately! Crauswell groans, dropping Merc right before he can do what he intended... Merc quickly fighting back with a series of punches of his own, again to Crauswell's skull, sending him stumbling back. After a few, he winds up and pitches out a final punch, which Crauswell catches, taking Merc into a Hip Toss attempt now, only for Merc to counter, turning the move into a falling neckbreaker as he grabs the furry by the neck on the way down! He goes for a quick cover. 1...2
Crauswell quickly kicks out. Merc watches as he does so, mounting him and proceeding to level him with some nasty nasty punches of his own, Crauswell's skull bouncing back a bit against the mat with each one. Merc eventually gets up off him, walking over and clinching on a sleeper from behind! Crauswell acks, quickly trying to fight out, nailing a few elbow shots, but Merc keeps it locked on... now starting to wrench at the neck area. The furry groans a bit, not feeling the effects at first, still holding on. Merc however speeds up the process, nailing him with a HEADBUTT to the back of the skull as he has it locked on. This is enough to stop Crauswell from resisting. And soon after, he starts to succumb.
Merc seems to have taken the big bird out as the referee starts to check on him... lifting the arm once, no response. He lifts it twice... Crauswell keeps it from coming down! Merc looks quite surprised now, rising back to his feet and with the hold still on, dropping him down with a Sleeper Drop! He goes for a cover. 1...2....
Crauswell manages to get the shoulder up. Merc groans, sitting the furry up and getting to his own feet. He bounces off the ropes, charging and nailing a running knee to the face! Crauswell groans... still sat up. Merc backs up again, nailing a second running knee! Crauswell is still somehow up. Merc watches, getting up top the turnbuckle and watching as the furry gets up, leaping off with a flying double axe handle! However Crauswell fights back again, nailing a thrust to the stomach as he's coming down! Merc acks, dropping face first the to the mat as Crauswell groans, slumping downa and draping an arm across. 1....2...
Merc manages to get the shoulder up. Crauswell lets out a noticeable sigh of frustration. He clutches the back of his sore neck a bit, struggling back to his feet and now stalking Merc, looking for what would surely end the match. Merc eventually gets to his feet, getting a hand wrapped around the throat! Desperately, Merc nails a kick to the gut, then takes Crauswell down with a Downward Spiral, planting him into the mat! The crowd pops slightly as Merc slowly gets to his feet, clutching his back area a bit. He drags Crauswell over to the nearby turnbuckle, lifting him up and setting him top for a favorite move of his, the Top Rope Piledriver! He climbs atop after, grabbing Crauswell and attempting to finish things up himself. However, the furry fights back, nailing desperate kicks to the face of Merc, who gets hit with each one... but still manages to hold on. Eventually the furry stops with kicks, wrapping his legs around Merc's neck... in a modified choke! He grasps the ropes, to keep him steady as Merc gasps in pain, eyes wide. He tries to push Crauswell off, but the damn furry refuses to let go. He starts to show some nice athleticism, inching down the ropes and going into a sort of handstand now. Merc is still in this neck lock though, desperately trying to fight out. Soon, Crauswell tries to snap off a Frankensteiner-like move, but Merc stops him quickly! He shoves the furry hard, watching as he lands on his feet, quickly leaping off and nailing a Flying Clothesline! The crowd cheers a bit as Merc once again crawls over to drape an arm across for the pin. 1....2....
NO! Crauswell manages to get that shoulder up once again. Merc sighs, slamming his fist into the mat in frustration. He rises up to his feet, taking a bit of a breather as now HE stalks Crauswell, who groans in pain, clutching his own neck a bit now. He looks up, as Merc quickly unloads once again, nailing a series of powerful punches! Crauswell groans, reeling back again, off the ropes. Merc quickly snaps of an Irish Whip, sending his opponent running back off, where he catches him for a HUGE spinebuster to the mat! Crauswell acks, clutching his back area now as Merc somehow gets back up once again. He lifts up Crauswell again, going behind and lifting him up for a Reverse Suplex, but Crauswell again fights back, landing on his feet behind him, grabbing Merc himself in a waistlock. Merc quickly fights out, switching to one of his own, going behind Crauswell! He then launches him with a German Release, Sending Crauswell flying FACE FIRST into the damn turnbuckle! The crowd starts up a Holy S***!!! chant almost immediately.
Crauswell groans, propped up against the turnbuckle now, only being held up by it right now. Merc gets back to his feet, turning around... surprised himself how he just did that. He backs up a bit, stomping a bit, as Crauswell finally recovers and turns around, charging and nailing a Shoulder Tackle, slamming the furry back into the turnbuckle! He backs up, watching Crauswell stumble forward, as Merc hoists him up high, looking for a HUGE Powerbomb!
Suddenly, there's somebody from out under the ring! It's RATINGS!!! He grabs Merc's foot, yanking him backwards! Merc looks surprised, dropping Crauswell who can barely stand right now. Merc turns around, looking to the outside... seeing nobody as Ratings is back under the ring. He looks confused, turning around and right into the NOOSE! Crauswell desperately hoists Merc up high, spinning around and planting him with a Beak Buster! He groans... crawling over and hooking the leg. 1....2....
3!!! It's over... this match is over!
Announcer: Here is your winner... Crauswell!
Crauswell groans, rising to his feet, and looking down triumphantly at a fallen Merc. The furry rolls out of the ring, clutching his back a bit as Merc gets up off the mat. He grabs the referee by the shirt collar, arguing about the decision.
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Post by Banned Member on Jul 2, 2006 12:58:51 GMT -5
*Merc stand in the ring in an empty arena with the cell over the ring.*
Merc: Ratings on July 15th it will be me, and you in this cell, and I promise you this. I will walk away the winner. You see Ratings you claim to be the master of the street fight, Well this is not a street fight where your little butt buddies can help you out. You know why Ratings? Because we will surrounded by four walls of steel, and even then you still can't escape my wrath cause there is a nice big steel roof covering these four walls of steel.
*Merc pauses, and looks around.*
Merc: So Ratings do you think you can handle this? I don't think you can. The pain of my me meshing your head against the steel, and making you bleed. The searing pain your back will feel as I slam it over, and over again into the steel cage wall. and if you think that I will be done there. Your so wrong.
*Merc exits the cell door, and climbs up the cell, and gets on the top.*
Merc:: You see Ratings after I get done making your head bleed that crimson mask, and your back look like a cat's scratching post. If your still able to put up a fight, and if we by chance end up on top of this roof. Hell screw that! When we do wind up on here. I promise you this you will be taking the last ride off this roof, and though that table down below! You see Ratings maybe I have showed you to much mercy, but come July 15th I WILL SHOW YOU NO MERCY!
*scene fades to black.*
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Spyke the Pacers Fan
El Dandy
Still hates himself for missing the last episode of Murder She Wrote
Go Indiana!
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Post by Spyke the Pacers Fan on Jul 2, 2006 23:41:59 GMT -5
Spyke is shown in the Gen. Tech locker room signing for a package. It's in a small box. Standing behind Spyke is an unknown female.
Spyke: *signing his name on the form* Thanks.
Postal worker: No problem.
The postal worker leaves and Spyke opens the small box. He pulls out a VHS tape, then addresses the woman.
Spyke: OK, now, Julia, I called you here because I need you to make a costume for me for this Bunkhouse Brawl that I'm gonna be in. If I'm gonna win the Toolshed Title, I need to look good. So that's why I want to show you a part of this movie.
Julia, the fashon designer: OK.
Spyke puts the tape in the VCR. The camera is not facing the TV, but after a few seconds, "Stayin' Alive" by the Bee Gees can be heard.
Spyke: Can you make me something like that?
Julia: Yes. It will look exactly like that.
Spyke: Sweet, good deal! Thanks!
Julia leaves as Limey enters the room.
Limey: Hey, what's going on, man?
Spyke: Not much, just making preparations for the big match in 2 weeks.
Limey: Yeahhhhh, that's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about.
Spyke: What do you mean?
Limey: Well, that thing a few weeks ago with Mark Henry. That concerned me.
Spyke: Concerned you how?
Limey: Respect. What you did to him was not very respectful of the ways of Generation Tech. I mean, you beat him to a bloody pulp, when it was totally unessecary.
Spyke: Yeah, I don't know what came over me. I guess the thought of capturing some gold overwhelmed me, and I just lost it. But don't worry, something like that won't happen again. Winning the Toolshed Title will be less about the gold, and more about bringing some prestige to the title. I want to make it a title that everyone will want.
Limey: Well I hope so. We value you not only as a member of Gen. Tech., but as a friend. We don't want to lose you to the lust for gold.
Spyke: Oh, you don't got to worry about me. Hey! We have a tag match to prepare for.
Limey and Spyke walk off camera. Someone on the TV can be heard saying "Hey! Watch the hair!" Fade to commercial for the MLB All-Star Game.
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Curly Long
AC Slater
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Post by Curly Long on Jul 3, 2006 11:07:05 GMT -5
Back at ringside and the all familiar tune of 'Moving on Up!' begins to play over the speaker system.
LILLIAN: The following tag team match is for one fall ... Introducing first and weighing it a combined total of 560 lbs ... Midget King & Company!
As the song gets into gear outcome Curly Long and Mr. Big. They head to the ring but are subjected to a huge chant of 'VLB' and booing. Curly enters the ring with Mr. Big.
LILLIAN: There opponents ... introducing first he hails from Parts Unkown and weighs in at around 313lbs ... he is Kane!!
The Pyro goes off as J.R has a near heart attack from the intense heat and brimstone. Here comes the big red machine known as Kane. He strides to the ring and climbs over the top rope before setting all four corners on fire
LILLIAN:His partner ... who hails from Death Valley, he weighs in at around 321lbs ... The Undertaker!!
The spooky music of a church organ fills the arena as the lights go out, a blue smoke rises along the rampway as the undertaker slowly walks to the ring. He raises his hands on the steps and the lights come on. Curly Long waves his hand in lazy way as if to say 'I've seen it all before' .. Undertaker fixes him with a cold stare
The Bell rings
We start off with Mr. Big standing tall against Kane. Big is looking slightly unwell maybe. this however is soon disregarded as he throws the first punch sending Kane reeling back. Kane throws one in return knocking Big back. these two monsters trade blows with each other, neither going down or even looking like they will fall. Kane blocks one of the punches and whips Big into the ropes, Big returns and gets hit with a clothesline from Kane, but does not go down. Kane frustrated goes to lift Big for a slam, but Big elbows Kane in the side of the head and then again on the shoulder before lifting him up and over with an underhook suplex! ... Big covers.
1,2 ...
Kane kicks out and cathces Big with a punch tot he chin. this stuns Big long enough for Kane to make the tag to Undertaker. Big recovers and stands toe to toe with The Undertaker. The Undertaker uncharacteristicly knees Big in the chest catching him off guard and then drops him with a DDT. Undertaker covers ...
1,2 ...
Big kicks out as The Undertaker lifts him up and hits a headbutt. Big reels as Undertaker runs off the ropes to gain momentum in an attack. But Big sees it and scoops Taker up into a sideslam! Undertaker goes down and Curly Long wants in!. Big tags out ...
Curly rushes in a and drops a small elbow on Undertaker. He then turns to Kane and gives him the finger! .. Kane tries to get at curly but the Referee blocks him off. Using this distraction Curly punches The Undertaker in the groin twice! ... Curly grins and mocks the Crowd. He turns back to the Undertaker and is about to grab him by the head when.
The Undertaker Sits Up!!!
Curly jumps back in horror! ... Curly quickly tags in Mr, Big as The Undertaker getys up. Big rushes in and gets a punch tot he face, Undertaker then using the ropes bounces off and leaps with flying clothesline knocking Mr.Big off his feet!. Undertaker covers ...
1,2 ...
Mr. Big kicks out and tries to get to his feet. But Undertaker is there to lock in a dragon sleeper. Mr. Big tries to fight it but looks to be fading. Curly in desperation runs in and pokes Undertaker in the eye!.. Kane is furious and enters the ring accidentally shoulder barging the referee. Kane chases the midget out of the ring. They circle the ring as Undertaker lifts up Big for an attempted chokeslam! ... Curly unseen dives through the bottom rope and kicks Undertaker in the groin again! ... Undertaker releases his hold, Kane enters the ring after the midget, but Mr. Big realising his chance grabs both brothers by the throat! ...
Double Chokeslam!!
Mr. Big collapses into his corner after the herculen effort and tags in Curly. Curly rushes in and covers the Undertaker.
1,2,3 ....
the Undertaker somehow kicks out. Curly can't believe it whilst Big gets up again, but is clearly not looking good. Curly signals to Big to get rid of Kane! ... Mr. Big grabs Kane by the neck and hurls him over the top rope. Meanwhile Curly stalks the Undertaker and tries to lock in the Curly Clutch. Undertaker throws the midget off and lifts him up into a Last Ride postion! ..but Mr. Big interferes a second time but this time Undertaker is there to greet him with a boot to the face. Undertaker tosses Curly to oneside and flings Big into his corner. Undertaker tags Kane in and then together they lift him onto the top rope! .... Curly watches in shock!
Double Superplex off the top rope!!
Mr. Big is down as Undertaker heads to his corner. Kane gets up and smiles an evil smile as he watches Curly Long. the Referee is beginning to stir as Kane goes to grab Curly. Curly ducks under his legs and tries a roll up.
1,2 ....
Kane kicks out and manages to get a hold of the Midget. Mr. Big is still unmoving as Kane lifts Curly into a tombstone position! .. Curly is fighting it though, and manages to get a kick in making Kane stumble backwards. Kane falls over Mr. Bigs body with Curly landing on top of him in a cover ...
1 .... Undertaker rushes in but Big grabs hold of his leg ... 2 ... Undertaker can't get there in time! .... 3!!
Bell Rings
LILLIAN: Your winners Midget King and Company!
Kane throws curly off and gets in his brothers face. The two siblings continue to argue as Mr. Big and Curly leave the ring there music playing. As they get to the top of the ramp undertaker shoves Kane, Kane annoyed gives taker a low blow and then tombstones him in the center of the ring!. Curly laughs at this as Mr. Big sweat pouring off him tries to grin. Big then collapses on the stage and has to be helped to the back by staff as a concerned Curly Long follows.
(cut to commercial)
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Post by pta on Jul 3, 2006 11:51:55 GMT -5
The NWO Theme and down to the ring heads Hollywood Hulk Hogan, Scoot Hall, Kevin Nash, Syxx, Ted Dibiase, The Giant. Macho Man, Micheal Wallstreet, Buff Bagwell, Big Bubba Rogers, Scott Norton, Scott Steiner, Brian Adams, Curt Hennig, The Disciple, Dusty Rhodes and Nick Patrick, all walk down to the ring, decked out in their Black and White NWO shirts. The NWO gets a mixed reaction.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first... from Venice Beach, California, weighing in at 302 pounds... being accompanied by... OK NOW THAT'S JUST ABSURD! You mean I have to announce all of these washed-up has-beens? I'M PISSED NOW!"
The announcer looks at the ridiculous entourage following Hogan, who shrugs.
Hogan: What's wrong brother?! You don't think anyone can take on the entire NWO?
Announcer: No... but c'mon... it's one friggin guy!
Hogan thinks for a bit.
Hogan: Whatever brother... I don't really care brother. You fight one of the NWO, you fight ALL of the NWO brother!
Announcer: ... Fine! Being accompanied by Everyone and their mother... Hollywood Hogan!
Hogan quickly enters the ring, as everyone else just stands outside watching.
Soon after Pomp and Circumstance starts up as Principal Pain walks down to the ring with a microphone and Eddie Omega at his side.
Announcer: And introducing the opponent, weighing in at 235 pounds, Principal Pain!
Pain smiles as he's doused with boos, looking over the ringside area.
Pain: Well well... this week I face the leader of the NWO... and look at that Omega, he decided to bring an entire army to the ring! C'mon Mr. Bollea... do you honestly think you can't take me without having all of these worthless human beings out with you to try and help you win? Besides... to quote one of your rivals, I suggest that you " Be a Man! " Why don't you show me just how good you are, without relying on your running buddies there. Or perhaps, you don't think you can win alone.
The crowd boos as Hogan looks out to the ring, taking the random announcers microphone.
Hogan: What... you think that I think YOU'RE a threat brother?! Well that's were you're wrong brother... fine, I'll take you one on one.
He looks to the rest of the NWO who quickly walk back up the rampway. Pain nods to Omega, who follows suit... as the Principal heads down to the ring sliding inside. The bell rings and we are officially underway with this match.
Hogan charges at Pain for a clothesline, which easily gets ducked. Pain snatches him from behind, locking in a waistlock and slamming him down with a german suplex! He breaks the waistlock himself, sitting Hogan up and nailing a few nasty kicks to the back of the spine area. Hogan groans, going back on his back as Pain runs off the ropes, leaping up and nailing a leg drop across the back. He rolls Hogan over going for a quick cover. 1...2.
Hogan kicks out. Pain shrugs, not too surprised. He lifts Hogan back to his feet, whipping him towards the ropes, catching him as he comes back with a jumping knee to the face! Hogan stumbles back, staying on his feet as Pain quickly locks in another waist lock, using some impressive power and launching him with an overhead belly to belly, planting him into the mat again. Hogan groans as Pain walks over, grabbing him and locking on a Boston Crab... then reaches back and grabbing Hogans arms, elevating him and putting him on a Rocking Horse Submission. Hogan acks, going wide eyed as the submission is applied, Pain not showing any mercy on his opponent. After about a minute of this submission, Pain deliberately drops Hogan back to the ground, breaking his submission move. He then walks onto his back, setting him up and nailing a Curb Stomp, driving Hogan's skull into the canvas. He rolls him over again, going for another cover. 1....2....
Hogan once again kicks out. Pain growls, kicking the mat in frustration as he rises back up. He starts focusing these same stomps at the back and spine area of Hollywood, again showing no mercy. The crowd boos as the Principal ignores them, reaching down and locking in another waist lock on Hogan, only for him to fight back, nailing a desperate elbow to the side of the head. Pain acks, breaking the hold as Hogan gets to his feet. Pain unleashes a few knife edge chops to him, but of course, Hogan no sells them, then does his little point and the crowd gos YOU!!! Pain looks a bit wide eyed as Hogan stats fighting back with a some punches, sending Pain reeling a bit. He finishes things up with a wind up, leveling Pain and sending him down to the mat. Pain groans, getting back to his feet as Hogan of course seems to have made a full recovery from Pain's assault. He charges, taking Pain down with a clothesline, watching as he gets up up, then taking him down with another. He picks him up, lifts him and drops him back down with an Atomic Drop. Pain grimaces a bit, as he's then whipped off the ropes, Hogan nailing the Big Boot, then runs off the ropes, going for the Atomic Leg Drop!
Pain quickly rolls right out of the way, Hogan instead landing the Atomic Fall on Your Ass. The Principal quickly gets up, running forward and nailing him with a running knee! Hulk groans as Pain lifts him up back to his feet, lifting him up high, dropping him with the Suspender! He then pushes him off as he walk over, applying the Detention Lock!!
Hogan screams in pain, trying to inch towards the ropes... but to no avail, Pain has him right where he wants him... and eventually, Hollywood has no choice but tap out.
Announcer: Here is your winner... Principal Pain!
Pain drops Hogan into the mat and quickly exits the ring, the crowd booing him as he heads back up the rampway.
Fade to a Video Package for the Sunshine Squad
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