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Post by teamireland on Jul 13, 2006 10:56:47 GMT -5
Tony "The Garc" Garcya: The following tag-team contest is scheduled for one fall. *A Rocked-up version of "Amhrán na bhFiann" plays over the EWT sound system as Team Ireland members Shane Malone & Liam O'Neill make their way to the ring. They 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. * Tony “The Garc” Garcya: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 465lbs, being accompanied by Coach O’Hare, proudly representing their home country of Ireland, "The Celtic Gaint" Shane Malone & Liam O’Neill. TEAM IRELAND!
*"Booyaka, Booyaka! 619! Booyaka, Booyaka!" Rey Misterio Jr. explodes up through the stage with the World Heavyweight title around his waist.* Garcya: And their opponents, introducing first weighing in at 160lbs, he is the current World Heavyweight Champion, REY MISTERIO JR.!
*Misterio dashes into the ring & is promptly blasted in the head by Coach O'Hare's hurley. Meanwhile Billy Kidman's lame WWE hip-hop music starts up & he makes his way to the ring. The crowd are completely indifferent to his entrance, more interested on the beatdown that's happening in the ring.
Kidman non-chalantly slides into the ring & is instantly met with a "Dragon Slayer" courtesy of Shane Malone. The audience are completely apathetic to the fate of Kidman, as O'Neill places Misterio into the "Irish Shamrock-leaf" (Texas Cloverleaf/ Lion Tamer combination). Misterio is out cold, but before the ref can check how Misterio is faring, The Nyrds hit the ring.*
"The Intellect" Nick Russ: The Nyrds! Obviously they're seeking revenge for Team Ireland costing them a match against Generation Tech about 2 weeks ago!
*Team Ireland, unaware of Joel & Mike's presence in the ring continue to gloat of their beatdown on the Filthy Animals. Noticing that the ref isn't doing anything, O'Neill releases the "Shamrock-leaf" & Misterio slumps to the ground. O'Neill then turns around only to be met with a kick to the gut from Joel. Mike knocks down Coach O'Hare & takes the hurley from his hands. Mike then takes a swing at Shane Malone sending "The Celtic Giant" reeling out of the ring.
With only O'Neill left, Mike & Joel set up "Revenge of The Nyrds II". Mike lifts O'Neill into the powerbomb position & drives him down while Joel springs off the ropes with an Overcastle.
O'Hare reaches into the ring & drags Liam's limp body out. As Team Ireland retreat up the aisle, O'Hare calls for a microphone.*
O'Hare: This Saturday, lads. 2-out-of-3 falls. You saw how quickly we finished off a pair of former WCW Cruiserwight Tag-Team Champions. That match'll look like a friggin' Iron Man match compared to the speed with which we dispatch you at Saturday Night Special. It doesn't matter how many opportunities you get to pin us. These lads will have the match won in 2 falls, there'll be no need for a third. Because YOU WILL NEVER BEAT THE IRISH!
*In the ring, The Nyrds have called for a mic of their own.* Joel: Wellity, wellity, wellity... It seems as though there's only one team standing tall in the ring at the moment. And it sure as heck isn't a group of Irishmen! Mike: You'd do well to watch your words "Coach", if that is your real name.'Cause this Saturday, you & your boys are going to get PWN3D!
*"It's All About the Pentiums" plays as we cut to a promo for Saturday Night Special*
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Post by Poker Joker on Jul 13, 2006 11:02:20 GMT -5
(The scene opens up in the E.W.T. arena with the fans pressing against the guardrail to see what's happening. In the ring, the announcer takes his microphone and begins to address the waiting audience.)
*ANNOUNCER*: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 212 lbs, one-half of the "Prophecy Reborn,"..... MOXIE!
("11th Hour" by Lamb of God starts playing as Moxie makes his way down the ring. He gives some high-fives to the fans as approaches the ring, and once there, he slides in under the bottom rope. He removes the hood from over his head and stares out to the people with one hand raised over his head as if in victory, as the crowd cheers him on. Soon, his music dies out. The fans' cheers turn to boos as "Like A Virgin" by Madonna plays over the loudspeakers.)
*ANNOUNCER*: And his opponent, making his way to the ring area, and weighing in at approximate 226 lbs and hailing from St. Paul, Minnesota.... He is one half of the E.W.T. Tag-Team Champions, BILLY "The Virgin" UBERMARK!
(Billy Ubermark appears at the top of the ramp, with Moniqua at his side. The two make their way down to the ring, with Billy sporting his E.W.T. Tag-Team title belt over one shoulder. The crowd taunts Billy as he heads down to the ring. Once there, Billy hands Moniqua his title belt and steps into the ring. Almost immediately, Moxie and Billy are nose-to-nose with one another. The fans start to get excited as Billy and Moxie start mouthing off to one another in the ring. Things start getting heated between the two as the war of words continues. Finally, Moxie can be seen to mouth the words "Bring it on!" Billy reaches back like he's going to punch Moxie, when suddenly Ultimo Chocula slips out of the crowd and into the ring. Chocula ambushes Moxie from behind, and Billy steps out of the way, laughing.
Ultimo Chocula starts delivering a flurry of fists to Moxie's face. Moxie tries to fend Chocula off, but Billy Ubermark soon joins in the frey. Billy grabs Moxie from behind and connects with the "Virgin Sacrafice!" Moxie is now lying on the ground in agony as Billy and Ultimo lay the boots to him. Moniqua, now inside the ring, starts barking orders at them regarding the assault. Billy gets down and sits himself on top of Moxie and starts laying open punches to Moxie's face. The arena is full of boos and angry chants as Billy and Ultimo continue their attack.
Suddenly, the crowd noise changes to cheers as Hitman Mark comes running to the ring carrying a broom. He hits the ring and starts swinging it at the Handsome Boys Modeling School, who quickly scamper from the ring before they can get hit. Hitman Mark stands over his fallen partner as the HBMS and Moniqua regroup outside of the ring, and start making their way up the ring asile. As they do so, Hitman Mark calls for a microphone. He gets it, and as Moxie starts to get to his feet, Hitman Mark address the HBMS.)
*HMARK* (angry): BILLY UBERMARK! ULTIMO CHOCULA! WE'VE HAD IT WITH YOU! THE ENTIRE E.W.T. HAS HAD IT WITH YOU! THE FANS HAVE HAD IT WITH YOU! HELL, THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD HAS HAD IT WITH YOU!
(The crowd cheers as Hitman Mark points the handle of the broom out towards the HBMS, who are still standing in the ring asile smiling.)
*HMARK*: For the past couple months, you've been spouting off about how damn good you are! About how superior your guys are to every other tag-team! But everyone around here can see you both for what you really are! You're nothing but a pair of cheap-shot artists in fancy suits!
(Billy and Ultimo's smiles fade off their faces at Hitman Mark's comments. Ultimo points back into the ring and shouts some insult at Hitman Mark that can't be heard well over the crowd's cheers.)
*HMARK*: I've said in the past that I don't lose title matches! This Saturday, Moxie and I are going to get our rematch against you two chumps! And even though we lost our first title match against you guys, I'm looking at this Saturday as a chance for me to wipe the slate clean when the two of us wipe the canvas with your smug faces! Mark my words, we WILL be the new E.W.T. Tag-Team Champions after Saturday, and we WILL show the world that your not nearly all you two claim to be!
(The crowd cheers as Billy and Ultimo stare into the ring with scowls. Moniqua steps in front of the two Handsome Boys and starts trying to usher them toward the back. Moxie, however, grabs the microphone from his partner and starts to address her.)
*MOXIE* (rubbing the back of his head): What's the matter, Moniqua?! Don't want your boys to get into it with us when the odds are even?
(Moniqua turns to face the ring. She barks something back at Moxie.)
*MOXIE*: Don't get all hot with me, sister! You're the one who cost us our first title shot against your Pretty Boys! But we're not worried about you. Because this time, we've got something special planned just for you to make sure that that kind of thing doesn't happen again! Just be sure to show up, and remember beforehand to SAY YOUR PRAYERS, B****!
(The crowd goes wild as Moniqua gets a shocked and insulted look on her face. Moniqua quickly urges her Handsome Boys back up the ramp towards the entryway. Back in the ring, Moxie and Hitman Mark raise their hands up and bask in the cheers of the crowd as "11th Hour" plays over the loudspeaker. A final glimps is seen of the HBMS as they head back behind the curtain at the top of the entry ramp, and the scene fades to black.)
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Post by Banned Member on Jul 13, 2006 19:25:48 GMT -5
*Merc is shown in the weight room lifting weights. Merc stops doing the weights once he spots the cameras. Merc gets up all sweaty, and grabs a towel, and wipes his head.*
Merc: Friday, Saturday and Sunday what is so damn important about those days. Well Friday I'm in a I quit match for the GWE championship. Then on Sunday I reclaim my KPW Euro title, but on Saturday I got Ratings in a Hell in a Cell. Ratings I hope your ready cause once I grab a hold of you it's going to be all over!
*Merc takes a quick drink of water, and puts it down.*
Merc: Now this is for all you so called EWT Superstars. I am killing myself in three very important this weekend. and two of those I will walk away with gold, and the fans will be at my feet. I like to see you try that Spazz! Hell Maelstrom is to busy in the shower to even look at the match board week in, and week out. He's always asking one of us to tell us his opponent for that week. Then we got Eddie Omega. The Johnny Parisi of the EWT. Seriously when was the last time that guy made an impact. Then there's Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark. No explanation needed there.
*Merc grabs another drink of water.*
Merc: Lets see then there's Dorf. Use to be a man of promise. Now look at him. What a washout. Then there's everyone favorite Limey. Well Limey your no favorite of mine. Matter of fact Ive seen some brown on your nose lately. Been spending time with Toom? Don't even get me started on the GND division. The only true star there was Ms.White, but she's gone, and we all know that Chrysta was holding her back.
*Merc sits back down on the work bench.*
Merc: Then we got a midget, and a big man. I heard they were "Partners" and that the Big Man is the Midget's b***! Just wondering what kind of Virus is Virus supposed to be cause all I catch from him is the Virus of boredom. Then there is HBH, and Gasoline the poor mans version of HBK, and Diesel. The reason there the poor mans version cause Diesel, and HBK can wrestle pretty decent. Then there's the Ragnals the biggest bunch of cry asses I have ever seen in any fed, but enough of this!
*Merc picks up a weight, and throws it at a mirror breaking it.*
Merc: So EWT be on your guard cause I don't care if your loved by all the little kiddies or hated by them. I don't care if your from the GND or the Tag division. After this weekened Merc is getting a whole lot meaner!
*Merc storms out of the weight room.*
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Post by Gasoline: Gen. Tech Member on Jul 13, 2006 21:23:57 GMT -5
*Cut to ringside. Heiden-dorf is already in the ring*
RA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, in the ring, HEIDEN-DORF!
*Heiden-dorf lets out a grunt and looks toward the entranceway for his opponent. "Gas Power" hits*
RA: And his opponent, from Buffalo, New York, weighing in at 323 lbs., he is a member of Generation Tech, "BIG DADDY" GASOLINE!
*And out walks Gasoline to a huge pop. He gives hi-fives to a few fans, then steps into the ring and raises a fist into the air*
The bell rings to start the match. Heiden-dorf knees Gas in the stomach. He does it again. Then he hits a double axe handle across the back, which drops him to one knee. Heiden-dorf picks up Gas and rams him into the corner. He delivers a few elbows to the face. He whips Gas to the opposite corner. He runs at him, but Gas stops him with a boot to the face. Gas climbs to the second rope and takes down Heiden-dorf with a flying clothesline. Gas keeps the momentum going by hitting an inverted atomic drop followed by a spear. He goes for a cover.
1... 2...
Heiden-dorf kicks out. Gas picks him up and whips him to the ropes, hitting a spinebuster. He picks him up again and performs a front slam. He goes for a leg drop across the chest, but Heiden-dorf moves out of the way. Heiden-dorf takes advantage with a Ninja Kick, knocking Gas out of the ring. Heiden-dorf rolls out of the ring, picks up Gas, and rams him into the side of the ring repeatedly. Then he rolls him back into the ring for a pin.
1... 2...
Gas kicks out. Heiden-dorf picks him up and drives him to the mat with a piledriver. He picks him up again and strikes him in the back a few times before hitting him with a back drop. He goes for another cover.
1... 2...
Again Gas kicks out. Heiden-dorf gets him to his feet and lands a few punches. He whips Gas to the ropes. Gas ducks an attempted clothesline and hits a Lou Thesz press on Heiden-dorf, mounting some punches on him. Heiden-dorf runs at him, but Gas takes him down with a sidewalk slam. Next he whips Heiden-dorf to the ropes and hits him with a big boot. This sends Heiden-dorf back onto the ropes, so Gas clotheslines him out of the ring. Gas raises a fist in the air and the fans pop loudly. Heiden-dorf gets up and spots a fan eating a cheese sandwich.
Heiden-dorf: CHEESE SANDWICH! HEIDEN-DORF WANT CHEESE SANDWICH!
Heiden-dorf starts making his way toward the fan. The fan sees him coming and decided to get the hell out of dodge. Heiden-dorf chases the fan through the crowd. Meanwhile in the ring, the ref has already started counting to 10. Gas has a confused look on his face, but eventually shrugs his shoulders. Finally the ref reaches 10, so he calls for the bell. This causes a mixed reaction.
RA: Here is your winner by countout, "BIG DADDY" GASOLINE!
*Gas then asks for a mic*
Gas: All right everybody, listen up. Big Daddy has something to say. For a long while now I've been sitting back waiting patiently for a shot at the EWT title. And I gotta say that right now my patience is wearing thin. I've learned during this time that if you want something in this industry, you have to grab it. So that's why I'm asking- no, I'm DEMANDING a title shot against whoever is the champion after Saturday Night Special. It doesn't matter if it's you, Chance, or if it's you, Spaz ol pal, I want my title shot. And if I don't get one, well then, the Gas-powered monster isn't afraid to take a few drastic measures to make sure I get one. And trust me, you DON'T want that to happen, because if it does, you can expect pain. LOTS AND LOTS OF PAIN. So whoever is the champion after Saturday night, make sure you choose wisely. Otherwise you WON'T like the consequences.
*This garners a mixed reaction, with fans mostly cheering, but also some booing. Gas strolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp, not hi-fiving fans like he usually does*
*Cut to a commercial*
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Maelstrom
AC Slater
The Tide Will Turn!
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Post by Maelstrom on Jul 14, 2006 5:25:03 GMT -5
Back at ringside and Lillian Garcia is in the ring
LILLIAN: The following match is for one fall .. introducing first ...
Some generic rock music plays as Zack Gowan walks on down tot he ring. The crowd give a pop for the brave youngster as he enters the ring.
LILLIAN: from Melvindale, Michigan he is ... Zack Gowan!!
the crowd cheers some moe but are soon cut off by the start of 'Apocalypse Please'
LILLIAN: ... and his opponent from the depth of the Aquarium ...
Smoke rises off the stage as Maelstrom appears. The corwd jeers and boos loudly as he heads to the ring
LILLIAN: He is Maelstrom!!
Maelstrom enters the ring, he disregards Zack and asks for a mike
MAELSTROM: the water trickles ever onwared Spaz ... and soon that trickle is going to become a force you can not deal with .. tomorrow at....
Zack has bodly interrupted Maelstrom with a dropkick to his back! .. the crowd cheers as this match is underway!
Bell Rings
Maelstrom turns around a look of rage on his face. Zack Gowan though is fearless and chages at Maelstrom with some punches. MAelstrom barely moves, grabs zack by the haed and throws him into the turnbuckle. Maelstrom goes for an avalanche but gets a kick to the head. Maelstrom reels back as Zack goes tot he air ... Moonsault! ... No! ... MAelstrom has caught him and slams himinto the canvas with authority!
The crowd Boo's
Maelstrom ignoring the fans grabs Zack Gowan by the leg and rips it off!! ... Maelstrom shrugs his shoulders and proceeds to beat Zack Gowan round the head with the prothetic limb!! ... Zack is in a world of hurt as he is lifted up ... Whirlpool!!!
1,2,3.
Bell Rings
LILLIAN: Your winner ... Maelstrom!!
Maelstrom kicks Zack out of the ring and celebrates! ...he then takes up the mike
MAELSTROM: Spaz! ... The Tide will Turn!!
Fade out
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Curly Long
AC Slater
Midget Wrestling Master
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Post by Curly Long on Jul 14, 2006 7:14:35 GMT -5
Backstage and Sum Guy is trying to talk to Curly Long!
SUM GUY: Hi everyone I'm Sum Guy and I left the gas on! ... Mr. Long Mr. Long a word if you please!
Curly stops and turns around to listen to Sum Guy
SUM GUY: Mr. Long tomorrow at the Saturday Night special you will be involed in the Bunkhouse Brawl for the vacant EWT Toolshed Title! Your thoughts?
CURLY: My thoughts? ... It's simple Sum, that title is good as mine, people think without big I'm not a threat, but you see thats why those muppets will have missed the big picture ... Sum that title is as good as mine!! ... and another ...
Curly's mobile goes off
CURLY: One sec .... hello? ... Look dammit I told you I don't need any help!! ... stop this ... No means No!! ...ugghh
Curly flicks his phone off in frustration
SUM GUY: Women trouble?
CURLY: No-ooo ... more like annoying people who ask annoying questions trouble!
Curly headbutts Sum in the goolies, Curly then walks off, no doubt to get ready for his tag match.
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Post by The Bad Man on Jul 14, 2006 7:45:19 GMT -5
Back in the ring and D'Zee has just knocked out Lillian Garica for pronouncing her name wrong. Holly then drags the blonde announcer out of the ring and delivers a DDT to the concrete!
D'ZEE: My partner in this tag match ... is Dr. Vivian Anemone, who chose that? ... We all know that if it was me and Holly we would dominate like no other ... anyway lets hope she can cpncentrate more on this match rather than making everyone happy! ...
the 'Overly happy music of the Sunshine Squad stars and outcomes Vivian with Hal and Sal. All three happily trundle down to the ring. Vivian goes to hug D'Zee but gets a cold shoulder. While Hal and Sal try and cheer up Holly, but just get icy stares!
D'ZEE: Would you grow up!! ... and our opponents ... they hail from gutterville Basin ... and weigh far too much ! ... They are Rachel Leigh Cook and the usurper to my crown Rosa!!
"What You Waitin' For?" by Gwen Stefani plays as Rachel comes out,, she is then followed by Queen Rosa who has the GND title around her waist. They mean busines as they rush tot the ring!
Bell Rings
We start off with Vivian taking on Rachel the two tie up. They quickly try to gain an advanatage as tghe two trade arm wrenchs ... Rachel flips out of Vivian and armdrags Vivian acroos the ring. She does it again, but on the third time vivian blocks it and nails a swinging neckbreaker! cover ...
1,2 ...
Rachel kicks out. Sal starts shouting through the megaphone as Vivan continues to do harm with a chinlock followed up by a snap suplex, into her corner.
Tag is made between Vivian and D'Zee
D'Zee gets all Ghetto and starts slapping Rachel around, Rachel responds with a slap of her own! ... D'Zee insulted goes for a right hook, but Rachel ducks and rolls her up! ...
1,2 ...
D'Zee kicks out as Rachel makes the tag with Rosa! Rosa charges out of the blocks and nails D'zee with a few forearms befroe whipping her intot he ropes and nailing a hurricanrana!! ...cover ..
1,2 .. D'Zee kicks out. rosah lifts her up for another move but a poke to the eye soon stops that! ... D'Zee makes the tag to Vivian.
D'Zee holds Rosa so vivan can give her an elbow to the mid-riff. Vivian starts off by choking Rosa, which the referee has to break up. but vivian super keen to win then hits a bodyslam. Vivan dances around with glee as Rosa tries to tag in Rachel! ... vivan stops Rosa and applies a leglock! ... Rosa tries to fight out of it and eventually does. she tries to get a tag but vivan pulls her back to her corner. Vivan tags in D'Zee who starts pounding away on Rosa with clenched fists! she then lifts her up for what could be a big suplex!! .. No wait Rosa reverses into a swinging DDT!! ...
Both women are out as the Crowd chants for Rosa. They both stir and try to get to there partners. D'Zee amkes the tag to vivian ... as Does Rosa to Rachel!!
The crowd cheers loudly!
Rosa clotheslines Vviian, and then D'Zee who rolls to the outside. Vvian is in a world of trouble! .. Bridgebuster!!
1,2 ...
No D'Zee has broken it up!! ... the ref tries to reagin some order. But fails to notice Hal handing Vivian something, Rachel lifts up vivian and gets some white powder thrown in her eyes! ...Vivian rushes over to D'Zee to make the tag, whilst Rachel is fortunate enough to tag in Rosa!
The two women rush each other, rosa dips under the punch of D'Zee and sets herself up for the Northern Lights suplex! ... no wait Holly is up on the apron! .. Rosa hits it but there is no ref who is distracted. Hal and Sal pull Rachel off her side of the ring. D'Zee now with time on her hands kicks out and counters into the Ghetto Neck Snap!! .. will Rosa tap? ... no Rosa is too near the ropes and manages to throw D'Zee off ... Rosa gets up and cathces D'Zee with a quick scoop slam. Rosa goes to the top rope!! tHe ref is still distracted by Holly. vivian rushes along and pushes Rosa off ... D'Zee sees it and cradles Rosa!! ... the refereee is back! ... no surely not a win like this?
1,2,3.
Bell rings
D'Zee, Holly with Mortimer, and the Sunshine Squad retreat up the ramp. d'Zee has taken the mike with her
D'ZEE: Your winners ... Me and Vivian!! ... but saturday night I will see you all at the bottom of the mountain!!
Fade out, with Rosa and Rachel looking furious that they have been cheated here!
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Jul 14, 2006 10:59:03 GMT -5
Wild sounding but generic music blasts through the speakers and the ring announcer starts to speak.
"First, from Gratolord, New England weighing in at 234 pounds, Clem Chowder!"
a young man wearing jeans, a yellow raincoat, and galoshes and sporting a yellow dyed mohawk storms down the ramp and slides under the bottom rope and into the ring.
as he prances around the ring posing for the cameras, Wilson Webb is then introduced as he makes his way down the ramp and into the ring.
the bell rings and the two encircle each other.
Clem makes the first move and kicks Wilson straight in the face knocking him down. Then he mounts the top turnbuckle and performs a sweet little moonsault---but at the last minute Wilson dodges out of the way and Clem crashes and burns!
Wilson uses the oppurtunity to release a barrage of kicks and punches on Clem's entire body but he gets taken down again with a sudden leg sweep. Before Wilson can rise,Clem lifts him into the air and then suddenly gives him a piledriver.
Wilson does not move.
As the referee checks the smaller wrestler out Clem uses the distraction to remove all the padded pieces from on turnbuckle. Then he marches over and pulls Wilson to his feet. He grabs him by the wrist and spins him around in a circle--getting faster and faster as he goes--and then releases Wilson at the last moment causing him to crash back first into the unprotected turnbuckle.
the crowd boos.
Clem simply grins and flips them off.
and then he charges headfirst at Wilson--intending to spear him into the dangerous steel clad corner-but at the last minute Wilson moves and Clem spears the turnbuckle instead much to the crowds delight.
Clem stumbles back in shock--and teeters back and forth-before crashing to the mat.
And that is when Wilson goes for the pin.
1.... 2.... 3!
Wilson Webb has won the match! he mounts the turnbuckle closest to him and plays to the crowd--he doesn't see as Clem makes it to his feet and angrily glares at Wilson's back.
he grabs a mic "Hey Webb, you may have been gone for a bit because of a simple flu--but I'm gonna make sure your gone for GOOD you little S.O.B.!"
and with that he suddenly attacks Wilson savagely. Hepicks him up and raises him above his head and then tosses him over the top rope and sends him smashing headfirst into the crowd barricade causing him to bleed profusely.
Clem exit's the ring, grabs Wilson by an arm and drags him up the ramp and to the stage at the top.
he kicks him a few times and then tosses him off the stage and sends him crashing through the equipment table below!
he jumps off the stage and pulls Wilson to his feet and tosses him back up onto the stage.
and then grabbing Wilson into a bearhug he suddenly delivers a Spiked piledriver to the smaller man as the crowd begins to chant "holy crap!"
Clem blows kisses to the crowd as they boo his slimy dangerous antics and Clem laughs.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Suddenly another man with singapore cane in hand storms out and swinging the cane like a baseball bat cracks Clem Chowder across the head four times.
Clem falls off the stage and lands backfirst on the cold hard concrete floor as the crowd cheers.
then te mysterious singapore weilding man dissapears backstage again as a medical team begins to address Wilson Webb's situation.
WRITER'S NOTE: I originally planned for Webb to be an original character--but during my absence a few things changed and I had some ideas and I realized that Webb--as much as I like him would probably be one of those characters that would remain a lifelong jobber type. So I have decided to get rid of him, but I felt that finishing up my use and giving him an appropiate and obvious reason for his dissapearance(rather than just vanishing for no reason)was the right way to go. I do have a new character lined up to take his place-thus the ending to the match. But I just wanted to make it clear that Webb is gone for good.
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Ragnal
Game Genie
Yanno what they say: All toasters toast El Dandy
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Post by Ragnal on Jul 14, 2006 11:10:59 GMT -5
*The Ragnals are backstage walking and talking.*
JOE: It's good to be back.
MIKE: Hell, it's not good, it's GREAT to be back! Especially with tomorrow.
LINDA: Yeah. You guys are gonna dominate.
MIKE: You said it. After tomorrow night, Joe will be the Toolshed Champion, and I'll be one step closer to beating HBH for his Tri-State title.
JOE: Yeah, it's gonna be great. I finally get-
*Joe stops, as he and Mike see Linda staring at the thirteen beings, carrying an ice block with them. Following behind is the white cloaked woman, who stops and stares at Linda.*
WOMAN:...It wasn't your fault...this had to be done.
*With that, the woman walks off, leaving a cold chill behind the Ragnals.*
MIKE: That was...
LINDA: Ms. White.
JOE: Then that means-
LINDA: Chrysta's in that block of ice.
JOE: But...why?
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Post by pta on Jul 14, 2006 15:58:00 GMT -5
Pomp and Circumstance starts up as Principal Pain heads down towards the ring, getting a massive amount of heat.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Dover Delaware, weighing in at 235 pounds, Principal Pain!
Pain has come down to the ring without his protege Eddie Omega, for reasons pretty much unknown. He rolls into the ring, rips out his suit jacket, and simply stands in the ring, awaiting his opponent.
He doesn't wait long... as the usual Big Pyro goes off and Broken Wings starts up... as down he heads.
Announcer: And introducing the opponent, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 272 pounds... Crauswell!!!
The overgrown gryphon solemnly walks down to the ring, getting a bit of heat himself... though there are a few scattered cheers. Probably because they want to see Pain get the living hell beaten out of him. He makes his way over, leaping up onto the ring apron and climbing inside. He looks right at Pain, not really acknowledging him as Pain grabs the announcer's microphone.
Pain: Now now... if it isn't that... rather lively fellow that dresses like the mythic beast. Hmmm, I must say that I... admire your work, your in ring passion, your appetite for destruction.
Crauswell does nothing, simply looking back over.
Pain: Now... we COULD fight in this match... but wouldn't you rather form an alliance of sorts? I mean... we are both in that Bunkhouse Brawl correct? And I think that you and I would make a wonderful duo... a duo that which of one would become the new Toolshed Champion...
Crauswell takes a step closer still saying nothing.
Pain: So then... my feathered friend... what do you sa...
Big mistake... Crauswell hears that little feathered friend quip and blasts him with a vicious throat thrust, sending Pain sailing to the ground. He charges stomping viciously at the chest area as Pain wisely rolls out of the ring, Crauswell charging over to the ropes and peering down, simply watching. Pain groans... circling the ring a bit slowly, quickly sliding in behind Crauswell and charging forward. But again, no avail, Crauswell hears him coming, catching him and tossing him back to the outside with an Overhead Belly to Belly! Pain gets back to his feet rather quickly, clutching his chest and charging towards Crauswell... who immediately goes right for a baseball slide! Pain however ducks this, then grabbing one of Crauswell's legs, lifting it up and SLAMMING it right into the ring apron! Crauswell gasps in pain as Pain himself smirks, lifting it up and SLAMMING it again... and again.
He rolls back into the ring as Crauswell growls slightly, clutching the now rather sore leg. Pain drags him away from the ropes, quickly lifting him up to his feet, hitting a quick Snap Suplex to the mat. He gets back to his feet, grabbing the same sore leg of Crauswell, looking to end things early with a figure four, but Crauswell powers out with his feet, sending pain stumbling back against the ropes. The Principal looks rather surprised as Crauswell pops up, charges and sends Pain over the top with a vicious clothesline! Pain goes tumbling back to the outside as Crauswell watches, positioning himself a bit... watching as Pain rises up, then launching himself over the top with a vaulting body press! Pain turns around, just in time to get crushed by the gryphon. Crauswell meanwhile gets back to his feet, favoring that leg a bit, but obviously he's quite tolerant of pain... so it's not bothering him much. Crauswell rises up, stomping right into pain's throat, twisting his foot a bit afterwards to do more damage. The Principal gasps in pain as Crauswell reaches down, lifting him by the throat again, carrying him over back to the ring and rolling him inside. Pain groans a bit as Crauswell hops atop the ropes, showing amazing agility, then falling forward for a falling headbutt to the chest! Pain acks, rolling around on the mat as Crauswell goes for a cover. 1...2
Pain kicks out. Crauswell doesn't care too much, sitting Pain up and then leveling him right in the chest with some brutal brutal kicks, using his good leg of course. After only three, Pain goes back down to the mat. The furry runs behind, grabbing him and locking in a Buffalo Sleeper! Pain acks, feeling more pressure on his throat as Crauswell looks to clasp the hold on, but Pain quickly nails few elbows, grabbing Crauswell and hitting a Snapmare. He immediately leaps up, nailing Crauswell in the back of the neck with a high dropkick! Crauswell groans a bit, falling flat on his back as Pain smirks, going for a cover. 1...2
Crauswell powers out, sending Pain flying and slamming chest first into the mat. He grimaces as the furry gets to his feet as Pain's on his knees. He charges forward for a running knee, but Pain quickly turns it into a drop toe hold, planting Crauswell back down on the mat. Pain then grabs the leg again, holding it up and stomping viciously at the area, Crauswell yelping a bit in pain as the Principal grabs the same leg, trapping it in his legs and falling forward for a bit of a leg breaker, slamming it into the mat. Crauswell groans as Pain gets back to his feet, looking down at Crauswell and walking over, stomping right at his masked face. He sits him up himself now, giving him a taste of his own medicine with some well placed kicks of his own, but instead focusing on the back and spine area of his opponent. Crauswell groans, Pain grabbing him around he neck, lifting him up again, only to bring him back across the knee for a backbreaker. He lifts Crauswell backs up again, hoisting him up for a German Suplex! He keeps the waist lock on, as he rolls right into a Dragon, once again keeping it locked on. He rolls once again into the Final Part of the Satisfactory Suplex Series, the Tiger, but Crauswell resists, quickly spinning behind and slamming Pain with a Side Suplex! Both men go down to the mat... Crauswell clutching that leg as pain clutches his neck. The referee begins to start a count out.
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Crauswell and Pain are both up at the eight count. Pain charges, right into an Arm Drag from Crauswell! He groans a bit, charging once again, right into another Arm Drag! He goes sailing across the ring again, turning around and charging full speed... Crauswell telegraphing for a third arm drag, which gets countered as Pain leaps up and nails a Shining Wizard right to Crauswell's face! The furry stays up, wobbling slightly as Pain grabs him, nailing an Exploder Suplex! Crauswell lands with a thud as Pain covers. 1....2...
Crauswell manages to kick out. Pain sighs, hoisting the furry back up and grabbing him for a quick swinging neckbreaker. He then quickly floats back behind, grabbing Crauswell for and locking in an ankle lock! Crauswell instinctively tries to roll through, but Pain rolls through with him, keeping the lock on tight. He quickly gets to a Vertical base again, hoisting the leg up high and smashing it into the mat with a knee smash... only to keep hold of the submission as he does so. Crauswell gasps, quickly trying to crawl over towards the ropes, but Pain resists, using all the strength he can muster to try and hold his opponent back. Crauswell soon can be seen only inches away, desperately lunging out and grabbing it at the last second! Pain tries to pull him off... but the furry refuses to let go... and eventually he has no choice but to break the submission at the four count. Pain growls, signaling for the end as he reaches down for a weakened Crauswell, hoisting him for a Suspender, only for Crauswell to reverse it, maneuvering his way behind Pain, barely able to stand. Pain goes for a desperation move, an Ultimo DDT in this case, but Crauswell fights back, catching him in Mid move, Pain now helpless in a sort of Handstand like Position, as Crauswell grabs him and drives him right back to the canvas with a reverse Vertical Suplex! Pain groans as Crauswell crawls over, going for a cover. 1....2....
No! Pain manages to kick out. Crauswell sighs, trying to make it back to his feet, that sore leg of his is starting to become more of a botherment. The furry backs up for now, catching his breath as Pain starts to get back to his feet, hunched over. As he does so, Crauswell charges, leaping up and nailing a scissors kick to the back! Pain falls back to the mat face first as Crauswell drops down, attempting to lock in that Crossface Gryphon Wing... but Pain sense this, grabbing the gryphon's same sore leg and desperately twisting at it! Crauswell screams in agony as the principal seems to have saved himself. He rolls to his feet, looking down at the furry who sits up. He charges, nailing a face front dropkick to the skull, planting him back on the mat. The Principal then goes the win, with a quick Oklahoma Roll pin. 1...2....
Crauswell kicks out. The Principal sighs getting back to his feet, walking over and setting up Crauswell for and nailing the Curb Stomp, pushing the opponent's masked face into the canvas. He smiles, reaching down and looking to apply that Detention Lock of his when suddenly...
Familiar Generic Music starts up as Pain looks up, distracted and a bit alarmed. He waits to see if Canceler's is coming down to the ring, but nope... he's nowhere to be seen. He turns back around after a bit, just in time to get caught in that noose... as Crauswell lifts him up, then charges forward... OH NO... RUNNING BEAK BUSTER RIGHT INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!! Pain yelps in agony... sliding down off the turnbuckle, being dragged into the center of the ring, and as usually followed by the Buster, being locked in the Gryphon Wing. Pain groans... with absolutely nowhere to go... quickly taps out.
And the match is over.
Announcer: Here is your winner... Crauswell!!!
Crauswell gets to his feet, looking down and glaring through his mask eyeholes at Pain, limping a bit right out of the ring. As he does so, Canceler is seen walking down the rampway as well, passing Crauswell without even a glance. He climbs into the ring, stepping over the top rope and looking down at Pain. Pain looks up, pretty much helpless as the Canceler reaches down, lifts him up, places him on his shoulders and drops him with the Quarter Ton Bomb! The crowd pops as Pain lays writhing in agony... Canceler sitting up and giving a huge satisifed grin, as the crowd starts up a slight Canceler chant.
Canceler then looks to the crowd as Pain slowly struggles to his feet, once again Hunched over as Canceler rises his leg rather high, then somehow hitting Pain with that same Axe Kick Bolt Bacana felt! Pain goes down hard... as Canceler's generic music starts up, himself heading out of the ring and back up the rampway... having got revenge for last week.
Fade to commercial.
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Post by HMARK Center on Jul 14, 2006 23:30:33 GMT -5
<The camera shows Moxie from behind taking shots at a giant punching bag, throwing fists, kicks, etc. It pulls back, revealing HMark in the corner of the frame.>
HMark: It's been a long time.
<the sound of Moxie hitting the bag grows louder>
HM: The last time I held gold in the EWT...see, despite being the most prolific World Champion in company history, I haven't held that belt since the end of EWT's first excursion to Disneyland. Hell, the last title I held, the TV Title, the belt I rechristened "Tri-State"...that was a very long time ago, when I was still embroiled in my war against D-Boy, in the few days before the Prophecy Reborn first began.
<Moxie's strikes are getting faster>
HM: But this chance to regain the EWT tag titles, an honor I have not held in so long; it was a golden oppurtunity for redemption. It should've been as it always goes in the EWT: the better man, or the better team, in this case, wins.
But it wasn't to be. Handsome Boys, you knew damn well you couldn't beat us. You couldn't outclass us in the ring, so you tried to do what you've done with every other great team in the EWT: outwit us both in AND out of it.
Key word there: you "tried".
<It's getting eery that Mox himself has been deadly quiet while his strikes grow louder>
HM: We told you we have a plan for you. We told you it's all ready. And tonight, when the final bell sounds, you will have seen it, and lived it. You will hear the cheers of joy from the Fallen Legions, the followers of our word, and when you finally come to, you will realize that the Prophecy has, truly and honestly, been Reborn.
<Moxie's workout stops, and he turns, sweat dripping from his face. HMark smirks, almost like he's indicating what his partner is ready to do.>
HM: Gospel, gentlemen.
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Post by jester on Jul 15, 2006 1:33:35 GMT -5
.:. We cut back to the ring, to the sound of "Headstrong" by Trapt echoing in the EWT arena as Koda Kazar steps out onto the stage from behind the curtain .:.
Lilian Garcia: This match is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team non-title match up! Making his way to the ring from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, weighing in at 205 lbs....He is the current EWT Ox Division Champion...KODA KAZAR!
.:. Koda rushes down to the ring, high fiving fans during his charge. Koda slides into the ring and hands the belt to the ref. The ref hands the belt off as Koda plays to the crowd's posistive reaction to his entrance. Koda's theme cuts off as "Moving On Up" by M People starts it's own echo. .:.
Lilian Garcia: And his partner...from Spread Eagle, Wisconsin, weighing in at 140 lbs....CURLY LONG!
.:. Curly comes out to the usual boos of the EWT crowd. Curly walks down and slides into the ring, arguing with Koda a bit as his theme fades. Next, Great Hugo's theme echos drawing forth the 6 ft. 7 inch. behemoth known as Great Hugo from behind the curtain. .:.
Lilian Garcia: And their opposistion...weighing in at 240 lbs....THE GREAT..HUGO!
.:. Hugo walks slowly down to the ring, stopping at the apron awaiting his partner. The wait is not long as "The Showcase" by JXW Productions echos loudly as JCJ dressed in his new attire walks down to the ring trash talking Koda, with his eyes soley fixed on his friend-turned-nemesis. JCJ wastes no time as he points his finger at Koda off the entrance ramp and slides in, not even giving Lilian time to introduce him. JCJ parries an intercepting Curly, flinging him over Hugo's way, with him landing neck-first on the second rope. Hugo grabs him by the throat, stepping up onto the apron. JCJ has already started trading punches with Koda, and wins. Jester backs Koda up to the ropes and shoots him across, to be met with an oncoming, flying Curly Long as Hugo has pressed slammed him forward from the apron. Hugo stays on the apron and grasps the tag rope as JCJ picks Curly up headfirst and launches him over the top rope, narrowing it down to Koda and himself. JCJ takes off his bandana and begins choking Koda out with it, which is legal on account of the referee not having time to ring the bell. The ref does so at this point, and begins the 5 count to DQ. JCJ lifts Koda up at 3 and gives him a vile, stiff forearm to the back of the head, dropping him. .:.
.:. Meanwhile Curly has gotten to his feet, clearly pissed off. He jumps onto the apron instigating a predictable argument with the ref. JCJ, noticing this, takes advantage by rolling Koda over and picking up a leg in each hand. JCJ yells some cuss words to the fallen Ox Division Champion before delivering a high jumping headbutt to the Kazar family jewels. JCJ reaches out and tags in The Great Hugo, as the two form an unlikely first-time yet-working alliance. JCJ chickenwings Kazar to restrain him as Hugo imposes his monsterous will, unleashing a barrage of hard-hitting strikes. Hugo finally ends the double team with a Kahli-type chop to the head, following a skull-shattering running big boot to the side of Koda's face, forcing JCJ to release him. JCJ walks over as the ref starts on him. Curly has made his way over to his corner finally. .:.
.:. Hugo goes to work on Koda whipping him from corner to corner, followed by body-jerking clotheslines. Hugo mistakenly backs into Curly's corner, and Curly now seizies his opportunity. He steps up to Hugo's level using the ropes and taps Hugo on the back. Hugo turns around to recieve a momentum-changing poke to the eye. Koda gets to his feet, and dives for the tag. He comes up short however, just missing Curly's hand. JCJ sees this and reaches out the the nearby ref. JCJ engages in an argument with him, just as an unknowing Koda makes the tag. Curly commically jumps from the third rope, catching Hugo with a bearhug of sorts, and begins biting at his mask/forehead. Hugo flails wildly, letting out a painful groan. The ref finally turns his attention back to the ring, pulling Curly from Hugo. Hugo stumbles back and falls, holding his head. The referee ejects Curly from the ring, explaining that he saw no tag made. An irate Curly abides to the refs order to leave the ring, very reluctantly. JCJ reaches out and blind-tags a still-bewildered Hugo. .:.
.:. JCJ hops over the top rope and clotheslines Koda from behind, who was arguing with the ref. JCJ lays into Koda with boots to the back and head, going all out. JCJ pulls Koda to his knees, and starts rocking him with chops and rights. JCJ finally knees Koda unmercilessly in the throat/chest region, and extends his leg over Koda's head. Jester pulls his leg back with his hand, and releases, causing a catapulting effect to deliver a sharp kick to the back of Koda's head. Koda, losing stamina, falls to the canvas. Jester grabs Koda by the hand and drags him over, holding his hand out to Curly, ordering him to tag. Curly leans over standing on the second rope to make the tag, but JCJ takes Koda's hand back and backflips, reverse-pele kicking Curly off the second rope, down to the ring. JCJ lands on his knees, showboating to the crowd which responses with an earful of boos. JCJ shrugs and picks Koda up and drags him back to Hugo, and makes a tag. Hugo steps over the top rope and charges as JCJ releases a groggy Koda to stand helplessly in the center of the ring. Hugo charging shoulderblocks Koda who goes rolling backwards. .:.
.:. Hugo taunts, signaling for his "Hurricane Hugo" finisher, but Curly gets in behind him. JCJ sees this and goes to step into the ring, but the ref, not noticing Curly beforehand, blocks JCJ's entrance. Curly runs and dives at an unknowing Hugo from behind, nailing a headbutt right between the towering Hugo's legs. The reviving Koda stumbles over and instinctly goes for his K-Cutter finisher, and hits a sloppy one with the help of Curly, considering Hugo's mass. Koda falls back in the cover, and JCJ stops his arguing with the ref by sliding underneath the bottom rope legs-first, between the refs legs. JCJ runs full speed and hits a slow-reacting Curly with The Akron Homecoming, sending Curly into a mad forward backflip, in resembalance to a shooting star press. JCJ stomps on Koda's already badly damage head, breaking the late count. JCJ, seeing where Curly has landed, turns his attention to him, scaling the top rope. JCJ trash talks however, and Hugo irish whips Koda across the ring, hitting the ropes beside JCJ, causing him to crash groin-first on the top turnbuckle. Koda comes back and does receive the "Hurricane Hugo" afterall. .:.
.:. Curly snaps up however delivers another diving headbutt, connecting this time with Hugo's head to break the pin. Curly slides under the bottom rope with the crowd off their feet cheering, as Koda slowly crawls toward the corner. Meanwhile, JCJ has gotten off the turnbuckle and limps over to his corner as well, still nursing his own family jewels. Hugo crawls over faster and tags in JCJ, rolling out of the ring. JCJ snaps out of it just as Koda dives for another tag. Suddenly, Curly drops from his corner, staring at the Ox Division Champion. Curly smirks and heads backstage, as a wide-eyed Koda watches him, then rolls over looking at JCJ. JCJ runs forward and dives once he gets in reach, driving his leg into Koda's face, much like a fash wash. JCJ turns around to see Hugo following suit, walking up the entrance way! JCJ, a bit puzzled, shrugs and drags Koda up to his feet, center ring. JCJ taunts and does his pose before hoisting Koda up and driving him down with The Colt Crusher!!! JCJ keeps the leg hooked for the pin! .:.
Referee: 1...2...3!!!
.:. JCJ jumps up to his theme and slides out, retriving the Ox-Division Belt. He looks coldly at Koda, sliding back in. JCJ holds the belt over Koda and places a foot on Koda's throat, turning his face towards him. JCJ threatens him that the belt will change hands and then spits in his face to an arena full of boos. JCJ laughs and drops the title next to his former best friend, and seemingly heads backstage as Koda Kazar lies motionless in the ring. JCJ stops and slides back in, swiftly putting Koda in the Colt Clutch. Koda's eyes widen as his face turns "beet" red, and the ref trys to pry JCJ off. Finally after Koda starts to turn blue off the pressure, JCJ relinquishes his hold and smirks, finally heading backstage as the ref tends to Koda, and the image fades from viewers' screens watching at home. .:.
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Post by chanceconfidence on Jul 15, 2006 16:52:57 GMT -5
Announcer: The following Tag Team contest is scheduled is scheduled for one fall.
Personal Jesus" by Marilyn Manson plays as out come the first competitors, both draped in their respective country's flags. The crowd gives them a huge pop.
Announcer: Introducing first, Representing Generation Tech, first from Stockholm Sweden, weighing in at 225 pounds, Spyke Johanson! And his tag team partner, from Sydney Australia, weighing in at 216 pounds, he is the current reigning EWT Champion... SPAZ!!!
Spaz and Spyke head down towards the ring, slapping hands with the fans, the belt around Spaz's waist, as they both hop up onto the apron, Spyke flipping and Spaz vaulting into the ring. The two walk onto opposite turnbuckles, as the crowd starts up a Generation Tech Chant.
Next up, a rather Generic Song starts up as down to the ring heads their first opponent.
Announcer: And introducing their opponents, first... from Moscow Russia, weighing in at 515 pounds, The Canceler!!!
The Canceler gets a bit of a mixed reaction, considering who he's facing. He doesn't seem to mind as he climbs up the ring steps and onto the apron, stepping over the ropes, looking down at Spaz and Spyke, extending his hand for a quick handshake with both, getting a nice pop for this. He backs up into his corner as Sweetest Perfection starts up, the crowd immediately starting up their booing.
Announcer: And introducing...
Chance cuts him off... surprise surprise.
Chance: AND INTRODUCING that big oaf in the ring's tag team partner, not by choice of course. He weighs in tonight at 233 and one third pounds. He is a man that radiates brilliance, the one... the only.... the next EWT Champion... CHANCE...CONFIDENCE!!!
Chance smirks, heading down the ring, getting doused with boos as he hops onto the apron, flips into the ring, handstand, you know the drill by now. He hops down, walking over to Canceler and looking at him, as Spaz decides to let Spyke start things off. Chance of course, decides to start in the ring. He meets Spyke in the center, Canceler and Spaz exiting, getting onto the ring apron.
Spyke and Chance lock up in the center, Chance taking Spyke into a side headlock and bouncing off the ropes, sending him forwards. Spyke runs off the ropes, coming back and leapfrogging over Chance, landing on his feet and running off the ropes again. Chance follows suit, leaping over Spyke as he does so. Spyke runs off again. This time as he comes around though, Chance quickly drops down, launching him with a Monkey Flip. Spyke however shows amazing agility, landing on his feet. He stops himself, going for a dropkick as Chance sits up. Chance quickly rolls backwards though, back to his feet, Spyke hitting nothing. He then charges forward, going for a Shining Wizard on a now sitting Spyke, who rolls to the side. He pops up to his feet, launching Chance with an Arm Drag, but Chance lands on his feet as well, turning back around and leaping over Spyke, locking in a backslide pin! 1....2....
but Spyke reverses it! 1....2....
Chance kicks out! The two men get back to their feet and.... a stand off. The crowd gives them a nice ovation for this quick paced exchange Spyke goes back over, tagging in Spaz! The crowd pops only for Chance to quickly run out and tag Canceler... resulting in boos. Canceler looks at Spaz, stepping into the ring. They too meet in the center, Spaz quickly going to unleash a flurry of knife-edge chops... to little effect. Canceler looks down as Spaz runs off the ropes, coming back for a dropkick, nailing Canceler square in the face, he wobbles a bit, but stays up. Spaz gets back up quickly, grabbing a leg and going for a dragon screw, only for Canceler to... cancel it with a overhand chop to the back of the head. Spaz groans, breaking the hold as Canceler starts nailing Spaz with a few punches, sending him reeling back a bit. Eventually Spaz is against the ropes, as Canceler charges forwards! Spaz wisely ducks, holding the top rope down, so Canceler tumbles right out of the ring! He walks over and tags back in Spyke. Spyke ascends the top turnbuckle, leaping off for a Crossbody at a rising Canceler, only to get caught. Spaz however is waiting as he charges, vaulting over the top rope himself with a body press! Canceler falls down in a heap... Spyke and Spaz rolling off of him. Chance takes advantage of their distraction, running full speed for a somersault plancha, but Spaz and Spyke move out of the way! Chance however, lands right on his feet, as he looks at the crowd, bragging about doing so, turning around, just in time to meet a double drop kick by Generation Tech! He goes down hard, clutching his face.
Canceler is back on his feet, walking back over to the ring and getting inside. Spyke slides back in, looking up at Canceler. The two lock eyes as Canceler goes for a standing clothesline, which Spyke ducks. He fights back, hitting a series of kicks to the legs of Canceler, trying to bring the towering behemoth down. Canceler groans, stumbling back a bit with each kick. Soon he's on one knee. Spyke takes advantage, running off the ropes and nailing a front face dropkick, Canceler stays up, now clutching his skull, as Spyke nips up, leaping and nailing an Enziguri to the back of head... sending Canceler finally toppling to the ground. A cover. 1...2
Canceler POWERS out! Spyke goes flying, but lands on his feet naturally. He immediately resumes with the kicks, bombarding Canceler in an attempt to keep him down, but to no avail, Canceler manages to get back to a Vertical Base. He grabs Spyke by the throat, launching him clear across the ring with a Choke Toss! Spyke slams hard, back first, clutching his throat as Canceler stomps over, lifting Spyke up and ramming him right into the turnbuckle. He groans a bit as Canceler backs up now, running forward for a splash in the corner! Spyke gets... well, SMOOSHED by the big man, slumping down and falling to the bottom of the corner. The big man hoists Spyke back up to his feet, only to level him with a vicious overhand chop, what used to be called the Pink Slap... sending him back down again. While he starts to drag Spyke out towards the center of the ring though, Chance makes a blind tag. Not realizing this... Canceler makes the cover. But no count... since he's no longer legal. Canceler looks rather confused, as Chance enters the ring, stealing the pin. 1....2...
Spyke manages to kick out! Chance looks pretty shocked, as Canceler finally leaves the ring. Chance lifts Spyke back to his feet, now leveling him with some knife edge chops of his own. Spyke groans, reeling back with each one, Chance then grabbing Spyke, looking over at Spaz, hoisting him up and slamming him with a quick Snap Suplex, only to roll and hit a second snap one! He smirks, getting back up and going for a cocky one foot pin 1...2....
Spyke kicks out again. Chance stomps the mat angrily, then stomps Spyke a few times, focusing on the chest area. Spyke groans, rolling onto his stomach as Chance looks back at Spaz, quickly slapping on a Texas Cloverleaf! Also known as the Sydney CloverLeaf! Spaz doesn't look very happy that Chance is ripping off his famous submission move. Spyke gasps in pain as Chance applies the submission, applying more and more pressure with each passing second. Spyke groans, desperately crawling over towards the ropes, only for Chance to pull him away right when he's near them. Just when it seems Spyke may tap, Chance arrogantly breaks the submission, shaking his head. He lifts Spyke back to his feet, only to nail a Fisherman Suplex. 1....2....
Spyke once again kicks out. Chance sighs, getting back up to his feet, trapping his legs and doing a quick spin, kinda torquing the neck area of Spyke. Confidence follows up, stomping into the throat and twisting his boot into it, as the crowd boos. He looks down at Spyke and does a quick little dance, completely just another move of arrogance. Afterwards, he sits Spyke back up, nailing a soccer kick right to the throat,, planting Spyke back on the mat. Another cover. 1...2....
Spyke manages to get the shoulder up. Chance growls a bit now. He lifts up Spyke again, whipping him into a nearby turnbuckle, then backing up. Oh no... it's time for that One of a Kind Super Spectacular Awesome... FLIPPING STINGER SPLASH!!! Chance charges full speed, but Spyke manages to duck the move! Chance lands on the turnbuckle, folding his arms and looking quite pleased, until Spyke grabs him from behind, slamming him down to the mat with a desperation Powerbomb! Chance goes down hard, clutching his back area a bit as Spyke desperately starts crawling towards Spaz. Chance however manages to grab onto his leg in desperation, trying to hold him back. But Spyke musters all the strength he can, kicking Chance off and jumping forward, tagging in Spaz!
And here comes the EWT Champion! Chance gets back to his feet, only to get leveled with a clothesline! He groans, getting back up dazed, just in time for a second one! Chance is back up as Spaz measures him and launches him with an overhead belly to belly! Chance hits the mat hard, clutching his chest in pain. He gets back up, charging back at Spaz blindly, only to get launched with another! Chance groans, getting to his feet more slowly this time as Spaz walks over, setting him up and grabbing him as he rises, lifting him and slamming him one suplex, spins his feet and does a second one, then finishes the Three Amigos with the third suplex! The crowd is on fire now. Spaz looks at the crowd, then ascends the top rope, climbing atop and leaping off... Shooting Star Press! NO! Chance gets his foot up in the air desperately, clocking Spaz right in the jaw! Spaz groans, falling flat face first into the mat. Chance groans, struggling to his feet and signaling for the end. He grabs a rising Spaz around the neck, charges forward, springing off the ropes for a modified Sliced Bread #2! Spaz slams hard into the mat, groaning in pain as Chance goes for the cover. 1....2....
NO! Spaz manages to kick out. Chance growls... getting up and walking over to Canceler and slapping him right in the chest! Canceler looks rather shocked as Chance yells, " FINISH HIM! " Canceler looks at him, then the audience. He steps into the ring, looking down at a slowly rising Spaz. Chance nods, seemingly approving. Canceler lifts Spaz onto his shoulders, going for the Quarter-Ton Bomb supposedly. He stands for a few seconds with Spaz on his shoulders, only to drop him back down, then charge forwards, nailing Chance with a running overhand palm slap! Chance gasps and drops to the apron, clutching his chest in pain as Canceler steps out of the ring, and starts heading backstage. The crowd pops massively as Chance looks on... his partner abandoning him. He slowly enters the ring. Little does he know, Spaz has tagged in Spyke by now. Chance walks over, looking for Spaz, when Spyke grabs him from behind, nailing the SwedeDT!!! Chance hits the mat hard, flopping like a fish out of water on the mat! Spyke gets back to his feet... tagging in Spaz. Spaz walks over, lifting up a Dazed Chance, looking for the Shockwave... but Chance locks on a Desperate Crucifix pin! 1...2....3!!!
Chance steals a victory from Spaz! The crowd boos as Chance gets to his feet. He qucikly snatches a microphone.
Chance: AND HERE IS YOUR WIN...
Spaz gets up, cutting him right off... lifting him up and nailing the Shockwave!!! Chance acks, flopping down on the mat, laying pretty much motionless. The Champion gets his belt back, standing over Chance and holding it up high... as the crowd cheers. Spyke pats his partner's shoulder, as he raises his arm high... the two celebrating in the ring. Confidence is back up though, glaring angrily at Spaz from the outside. He reluctantly exits to the backstage area.
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Post by Superior Dragon on Jul 15, 2006 22:53:54 GMT -5
Rock and Roll is King" by ELO hits, and Ricky Morton and Robert Gibson, The Rock n' Roll Express hit the ring, pumping their fists and trying their best to work the crowd up in a tizzy. The crowd gives a nice nostalgia pop. The announcer is about to introduce them when the lights go dead before blue and red lights start swirling around.
"Say your prayers little one Dont forget, my son To include everyone Tuck you in, warm within keep you free from sin Till the Sandman, he comes....."
"BOOM!!!!!!!"
Pyro goes off as The Suicidal Idolz come out energized as ever. The fans start singing along with the song as Twizted and American Saint roll into the ring and pose on the turnbuckles.
Announcer: And the opponents, weighing in at 500 lbs., Twizted! American Saint! The Suicidal Idolz!!
Twizted jumps down and is met with a double clothesline by the RnR Express. AmSaint notices this and hops onto the top rope before coming down on the RnR Express with a moonsault taking down both men. AmSaint jumps up and motions to the crowd before tossing Morton over the top rope onto the florr. Gibson gets up and goes to tackle AmSaint when Twizted hits him with a drop toe hold. Twiz jumps up and kicks Gibson in the gut befoer hitting him with a jumping leg drop!!! Gibson is down as Twiz picks him up before both men hit the Total Elimination!!
Morton gets back up and treis to fight back against TWiz, but he gets hit with the POOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
UNNNNNNNNNNNNCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!-uh!, by AmSaint. Morton is down once again as AmSaint pulls Morton next to Gibson. AmSaint picks Twiz for a suplex before pushing him off and completing the 450-Plex!! AmSaint picks Morton up and puts him in a torture rack position. Twiz climbs the ropes and positions himself before coming down with the Ghetto Nightmare! Twiz has the pin....
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3.....!!
Announcer: Here are your winners, The Suicidal Idolzs!!
The Idolz pose on the turnbuckles when The Sunshine Squad attack them from behind!! Sal lifts Twizted up before hitting a vicious backbreaker, while Hal raises AmSaint for a piledriver. AmSaint wriggles his feet and manages to get them on the mat before low-blowing Hal!! AmSaint turns Hal around before hitting the Back Cracker, knocking Hal out of the ring. AmSaint turns his attention on Sal and delicers a quick kick to the back just as Sal lifts Twiz in a suplex position. Sal recoils on the ropes and gets a double clothesline, knocking Sal out of the ring. Sal recoils on the outside as Hal helps up. Twizted and AmSaint taunt them as The Sunshine Squad walk to the back as we fade to a commercial.
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Post by Banned Member on Jul 16, 2006 11:50:17 GMT -5
*Merc is in the locker room with his ribs taped up, but is smiling.*
Merc: I've been though an I quit match. A Hell in A Cell, and the most insane match I've been in awhile, and I won them all. I have taken back a title that was mine to began with, and won another companies main title, and I'm still itching for a fight!
*Merc gets up, and walks across the room , and grabs his jacket.*
Merc: So EWT I'm calling you all out. That's right the entire roster. Cause the why I look at things I just went though 24 hours of pain why you all were slacking off, and as I have said I don't care if your a tag team. A worthless GND wrestler. A singles wrestler still trying to make an impact. The announce team, production crew or even Toom E Dangerously! I'm sick of you all underestimating me. I win two titles this week in 24 hours. I like to see any of you EWT guys try that! We know that none of you could handle the amount of pain that I went though this weekend, but you know for every broken rib, and every stitch. It was worth it. So EWT this is an open challenge to all of you! You think you can take Merc the Outlaw down?! We don't think you can!
*Merc the Outlaw walks off laughing his sick sadistic laughter.*
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Post by crauswell on Jul 16, 2006 13:32:58 GMT -5
Crauswell is back in his locker-room, seeming to pack some things away in a large duffle bag. I want say what, but well... you can probably guess. Sum Guy opens the locker-room door and watches the furry pack away.
Sum: I'm Sum Guy and my name rhymes with Bum... Tie! I'm here with Crauswell who appears to be packing it up. So, Crauswell... what ya doing?
Crauswell doesn't acknowledge Sum at all.
Sum: Oh I get it... I'm such a loser that not even you will talk to me. I get it, man I suck.
Crauswell slowly rises to his feet, reaches down, writing something on a note, sticking a piece of tape on it, then sticking it on the front door. He grabs the duffel bag and exits the locker-room.
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Ragnal
Game Genie
Yanno what they say: All toasters toast El Dandy
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Post by Ragnal on Jul 16, 2006 13:44:43 GMT -5
*Violence Fetish plays, and Joe Ragnal walks out, the Toolshed Championship around his waist, as Mike and Linda walk behind him down to the ring. Joe slides into the ring, and takes the title off, holding it high above his head as the crowd cheers him on. As Mike and Linda get inside the ring, Joe takes to the mic.*
JOE: Thank you, thank you! As you can clearly see, I am the winner of EWT's FIRST Bunkhouse Brawl, AND the champion of the one thing I had hoped to obtain THREE MONTHS ago-the Toolshed Division!
*Applauds as Joe holds the belt high again.*
JOE: Ten men, only one winner. And who won? ME. Yep. And you know what? The Toolshed Division is ready for me! And, as most of you saw last night, I offered Spyke Johanson a shot at this title, and he accepted it! So Spyke, I would be honored to face you. Let's just hope you and I can keep things...FUN...around here.
*Joe hands the mic off to Mike.*
MIKE: Also, if you kept a good eye on what happened last night, me and Bret Michaels? We're gonna be painting the town red over his Tri-State title! When and how? Well, considering he's the champion, sadly, it'd prolly be on his terms!
*The crowd boos.*
MIKE: Now, now, don't fret. I've gone through worse scenarios than whatever Bret'll have cooking for me. But all I'll say is this-when I win the belt off of him, I'll give him a name to remember.
And that name...will forever! BE! RAGNAL!
*High Voltage plays as the Ragnals exit the ring and head backstage.*
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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
TOP ROPE CATCH A VIBE YEAH I SWERVE WHEN I DRIVE
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on Jul 16, 2006 15:12:53 GMT -5
"True Believers (edit)" by the Bouncing Souls hits as "Mr.720" Chris Evans comes out. He recieves a moderate pop, and slides into the ring before taking the mike from Tony Garcya.
Evans: Watch and learn, junior. Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one-fall, with an hour-long time limit! First, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 220 lbs. (Yeah, the Simon System reeeeally works.) The Giant Killah, The Lady Thrillah, MR. 720, CHRIS EVANS!!!!!!!
"HAIL SABIN!!! HAIL SABIN!!!"
Chris Sabin comes out looking prepared for the match as he walks down the ramp and slides into the ring. Sabin hops onto the ropes and does his usual hand fist thing. The ref signals for the bell, and we are on our way
Evans charges staright at Sabin and catches him with a running crescent kick to start the match. Evans picks Sabin up and pummels in the the corner with rights and lefts.
Jay R: And Evans explodes onto Sabin!
Jesse "The Snotty": No BS, and no time wasted, I like this guy already!
Evans picks up Sabin and whips him into the ropes and hits a flip DDT! Sabin lands on the ground, clutching his head in pain.
Jay R: My god, he just hit a flip DDT onto Sabin!
Jesse "The Snotty": And he's not done yet,Evans' going to the rope!
Jay R: High-risk coming up here!
Evans finishes climbing the buckle and begins to WALK THE ROPE as Sabin gets to his feet. Evans springs off the rope and grabs Sabin's head before hitting the Mexican Nightmare!!! Sabin is down as Evans runs to the ropes and bounces off before hitting a Moosault to legdrop!!Sabin rolls around on the mat in obvious pain.
Jay R: Impressive athletics here by this young rookie, Chris Evans!
Jesse "The Snotty": According to my notes, he calls that the "D-Train", Jay R!
Evans picks Sabin up and kicks him in the gut before hitting the Suspended Belief.
Jay R: A sickening crunch on the head of Sabin by Evans, and Sabin's not moving!
Jesse "The Snotty": This one's gotten ugly Jay R, as in: YO MAMMA UGLY!
Jay R: Looks like we got a submission coming up here!
Evans grabs Sabin's arm and locks in the Force of Nature, pulling farther and farther. Sabin cannot tap out and is knocked out cold so the ref has no other choice but to ring the bell. Evans releases the hold and grabs the mike from Garcya.
Evans: Now.....I didn't want to do that.....but I ahd to make an impact......and by beating a former X Division Champ.....I proved.......I got what it takes........Believe It!!!
"True Believers" hits as Evans walks out of the ring and heads to the back as we fade to a commercial.
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Post by HMARK Center on Jul 16, 2006 16:44:27 GMT -5
<The lights dim and the crowd immediately rises as "Never Let Me Down Again" blasts over the PA>
Dave Prazak (on commentary): HERE THEY ARE! The brand new Tag Team champions of the EWT, the men who finally ended the HBMS' reign of terror!
<As the intro crescendos, instead of going into HMark's or Moxie's theme, the PA plays The Gorillaz's "Clint Eastwood", which gets the crowd banging on the metal guardrails in time with the beat.>
<The beats quiet then turn to cheers as the PR walks out, dressed in decent shirts and slacks (not too out of the oridinary for Moxie), since this is a special occassion. HMark still has his long coat on, though, but as the music builds, he opens it, revealing a Tag belt around his waist, much to the joy of the crowd. Soon, the "mystery woman" enters, as well, and the trio make their way to the ring, playing to the crowd. Moxie is actually pumped enough to slap hands with some of the fans (gasp!), and HMark, also pumped, actually leaps into the crowd, like he just scored a touchdown, holding his belt tightly.>
<The music finally dies down, and HMark takes a mic, while chants of "THANK YOU P-R!" (clap, clap, clapclapclap) ring out.>
HMark: AT LONG LAST! A picture I'm sure you're all familiar with from days gone by...HitmanMark, Moxie, BOTH wearing gold!
<big crowd pop>
HM: We don't need to delve into how it happened; you all saw for yourselves. Handsome Boys, I tried, I really tried to warn you; I even told you straight out that the Prophecy would truly be, beyond any doubt, reborn at Saturday Night Special. Much as you thought you had us outwitted, you still couldn't figure out how we were going to neutralize your beloved manager.
Well...look no further. <HMark indicates to the "mystery woman", who wears a hood> It's kind of ironic, I suppose; this woman's identity is a mystery to you all now, but she's been in the EWT before...and yet her identity was STILL a mystery to you, even then!
Hell, no use beating around the bush...you all remember my old disciple, don't you? The "silent woman" who followed me, accompianied me to the ring, was a part of the PR when it first began? I think it's time she broke her silence.
<the hood comes back, allowing a black mane of hair to fall out, down to the middle of the woman's back>
HM: Welcome home...Auraelia.
<The crowd pops for the return, as well as for hearing her name for the first time, and pops again when HMark actually hands her the mic, something he never did before>
Auraelia: I don't think there's much for me to say. When the PR first drifted apart, it did leave a hole in my life; but like HMark, and like Moxie, I moved on.
But the day I got that phone call, HMark explaining the new situation to me, the fact that the Prophecy Reborn was now stronger than it had ever been, and that they needed me to accomplish a greater good...I knew it was time for a reunion.
And boys <HMark and Mox both turn, and she actually embraces both of them, one at a time>, it definately feels good to be home.
Moxie: <takes the mic as the crowd cheers> Ok, ok, now we've got the sappy, emotional stuff out of the way <gives a joking smirk to his stablemates>, it's time to lay some ground rules.
See, champions come, and champions go. But truly great champions bring with them change. They bring things the fans haven't seen before. And they definately leave a lasting impression.
It's with this in mind that the Prophecy Reborn now declares...a "mission statement", of sorts. HMark, you take the first one.
HMark: With pleasure. Number one: Way back, during the EWT's infancy, I became the first man to ever win an EWT Title match. During my reign, I made it a priority to get on a plane, start touring, and bring that belt with me wherever I went: Canada, England, Mexico, Japan, Italy, ANYWHERE I could get a booking, and anywhere that would agree to sanction an EWT Title match.
The result? The EWT Title...became the EWT WORLD Title!
<slings tag strap up> And now that gold finally once more rests on this shoulder, it's time to repeat the process. No, we won't be going away for months or anything like that; but consider it a top priority of the PR: these EWT Tag Team Titles, will, someday soon, be the EWT WORLD Tag Team Titles, and the most god damned important ones on the planet! <crowd pops>
Mox, take it away.
Moxie: Number TWO! The Prophecy Reborn will be fighting champions, but we only want challenges from the best @#$%ing teams this company, or any other, has to offer! The PR has always been about bringing competition to another levell, to transcend simple "rasslin'", or "sports entertainment", and to show you what true passion, commitment, and brutality are all about. This is a pledge, people, and one I don't see us breaking.
And numero tres...it's high time the influence of the Prophecy Reborn grow. Tell 'em, Auraelia.
<she takes the mic>
Auraelia: It wasn't long ago that we were one of the most feared, respected, and gunned after groups in the EWT. And if the boys wearing the gold make that a reality once again...well, as a wise man once said, "Bring me that horizon."
Because rest assured...you'll be hearing a lot more from us.
HMark: <now takes mic> And THAT...is the GOSPEL...according to the Fallen Legion, and your NEW Tag Team Champions, and soon to be WORLD Tag Team Champions...The Prophecy Reborn!
<as "Clint Eastwood" plays again, HMark poses with his arms spread in the Fallen Dragon stance, while Auraelia stands in front of him, holding up one arm, mimicking his hand sign, while Moxie is in front of her, crouched down by the mat, Shawn Michaels style, bringing both thumbs across his neck.>
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Queen Rosa
Mike the Goon
All hail the queen!
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Post by Queen Rosa on Jul 16, 2006 19:59:32 GMT -5
*We're still at ringside when "It's My Time" hits. Rosa walks out with the GND title to a huge pop. She gets in the ring, stands on the turnbuckle, and raises the title high for everyone to see. Fans start a loud "ROSA!" chant. It takes a while for them to quiet down*
Rosa: Thank you so very much. I truly appreciate that. You know, everyone said I was over my head when I proposed a Queen of the Mountain match for Saturday Night Special. And maybe I was. But the thing is, I wanted to prove to everyone that I deserve to hold this title. And here I stand now, before all of you, STILL your GND Champion!
*The crowd roars and start up another "ROSA!" chant*
Rosa: I proved to EVERYONE that my title reign is no fluke. But I must commend the efforts of all that were involved in the Queen of the Mountain: Jackie, RLC, Dr. Vivian, and yes, that includes Holly and D'Zee. We put our bodies through hell fighting for what we believed in, fighting for a chance, the opportunity, THE RIGHT, to be called champion. And because of that, I hereby declare this title, the GND title, THE most prestigious women's wrestling title in the world!
*The fans roar again and start a "GND!" chant*
Rosa: And I have never been more proud to hold this title than right now. But since I am a fighting champion, if there's anyone in the back that wants to go toe-to-toe with me for the title, then bring it on. But remember, you're not going to take this title away from me that easy, oh no. You're gonna have to be at the top of your game if you want to have a chance. So if you want to step up, send the word out. I'll be waiting.
*Rosa poses with the title as the crowd pops. She rolls out of the ring to shake hands with fans on her way backstage*
*Cut to a Spaz video package*
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