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Post by The Wraith on Jun 3, 2006 21:22:21 GMT -5
Ken Kennedy: The following match is scheduled for *does swinging arm motion* OOOOOOOOONE FALL!
*HHH's theme hits and the crowd goes crazy*
Kennedy: Making his way to the ring, HHH!
*HHH walks down the ramp like he always does, taking his time. He climbs up to the side of
the ring, does his water spit, then enters the ring*
*Shut Me Out plays as Rick Austin appears*
And his opponent, Rick Austin!
*he walks down the ramp, stops, and points at a fan on the barrier, telling him to shut up*
*he continues down to the ring, walks the stairs up, and enters the ring. He climbs the
turnbuckle, looks around, and drops down*
*bell rings*
HHH walks around the ring with a look of disgust. Rick warms up with a few punches and
focuses solely on HHH.
The two walk up face-to-face in the middle of the ring. HHH begins pointing at the crowd
while talking to Rick, saying the fans know who's the King of Kings around here. Rick laughs
and points at the crowd likewise, saying to HHH that the fans don't know anything, because
they haven't seen him wrestle yet.
HHH then pushes Rick. Rick falls back a few steps, then walks forward and pushes HHH. He
falls a few steps back as well, then HHH gives Rick a knee to the midsection. HHH begins
punching him till he ends up cornered on the turnbuckle. HHH releases a fury of punches that
has Rick in a sit-down position in the corner.
HHH picks up Rick and throws him against the ropes, and Rick ducks the clothesline by HHH
and gives HHH a dropkick to the knees. Rick grabs HHH's legs and begins kicking them. HHH
clutches his right knee in pain. Rick begins working on that knee by dragging HHH to the
corner, and slamming HHH's knee in the corner post. The crowd "oooh"'s after every hit. Rick
jumps back inside the ring, picks him up, and gives him a German suplex. After 3 consecutive
German suplexes, Rick climbs to the top of the turnbuckle. Rick jumps and gives HHH a
somersault leg drop. Rick picks up HHH, and gives him a few chops to the chest. Rick throws
HHH to the ropes and gives him a devastating Spinebuster. Rick then picks up HHH, and throws
him to the turnbuckle.
Then Rick raises his right arm, and does a spinning motion. He climbs the turnbuckle with HHH over his shoulder. He stands up on the turnbuckle then performs "Hell's Freefall". HHH lands with a very loud impact. HHH lays there motionless. Rick pins HHH.
1!
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3!
*bell rings*
Kennedy: AND THE WINNER OF THE MATCH..........RICK....AUSTIN!
*the crowd begins going crazy for Rick. Rick does not acknowlegde the cheering, and just exits the ring and walks up the ramp.*
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Post by jester on Jun 4, 2006 0:32:11 GMT -5
^v^We cut from commerical to the sound of "Fury of The Storm" by Shadows Fall as Mr.Money In The Bank Rob Van Dam himself makes his way carrying his flashy briefcase with him.^v^
Lilian Garcia: This match is scheduled for one fall and is a HARDCORE MATCH. Making his way to the ring, he is Mr.Money In The Bank....
^v^The crowd chants with Lilian Garcia's introduction, as well as RVD, performing his signature thumbs taunt with her voice^v^
ROB VAN DAM!!!
^v^RVD rolls into the ring dropping his briefcase and spins, doing one more Rob-Van-Dam taunt. RVD sets his briefcase under the nearest turnbuckle as his theme fades.^v^
^v^The lights shut off then start blinking brilliant pinks, purples, greens, and blues. "Redefine" by SOiL fills the arena as a glowing-in-the-dark figure comes out on stage. It is indeed Jester Colt Jackal, dressed in a green bandana and a green/purple Hardy Boyz Twist of Fate shirt.^v^
Lilian: And his opponent, he is the Original DareDevil....JESTER COLT JACKAL!
^v^Jester strikes a pose saluting the EWT crowd then makes his way down the ramp but is met with punches from a anxious Rob Van Dam. Jester's theme fades and the lights return to normal as Jester retailiates by irish whiping RVD into the ramp barricade. Jester goes to irish whip RVD into the apron, but RVD jumps up and begins a Asai Moonsault. Jester jumps onto the apron as well however, and catches RVD with a front dropkick sending both men crashing to the arena floor. "EWT" chants immediately follow.^v^
^v^Jester is to his feet first followed by RVD. RVD pulls a chair out of the ring and doesn't see Jester's kendo stick. RVD goes to hit Jester but receives a kendo stick shot to the mid-section. Jester goes for a follow up but RVD, chair still in hand, ducks and tosses the chair at Jester. Jester has the Van Terminator scouted perfectly and ducks the chair, putting the kendo stick to RVD's throat. Jester levels him with a innovative kendo stick sitout jawbreaker.^v^
^v^With the kendo stick demolished Jester picks up RVD's chair. RVD gets to his knees and takes a vicious chair shot to the forehead. RVD is busted open early. Jester drags him to the barricade and places him doubled over it, RVD halfway in the crowd. Jester jumps onto the apron and mocks RVD's thumb chant, and goes for a signature RVD wheel kick to the barricade. RVD pushes himself off at the last minute, and Jester's leg bends with the impact. Jester struggles in pain as RVD sets him up for the very same thing.^v^
^v^RVD's kick is successful however, and both men crawl on the arena floor, Jester showing signs of serious injury in the early going. Jester props himself up against the steel turnbuckle post, but a bloody RVD gets to his feet and delivers two shoulder thrusts followed by a back cartwheel. RVD goes for the third but Jester moves! RVD howls in pain clutching his shoulder, and Jester gets his grasp back on the chair from earlier. Jester levels RVD again with the chair, ripping RVD's forehead more. Jester hobbles into the ring, crawling to the other side to make some distance.^v^
^v^RVD manages to his feet first this time, as Jester is struggling with the ropes across from RVD. RVD slides in slowly, feeling the effects from blood loss. Jester moves out of the way of another deadly kick, which causes RVD to straddle the top rope. Jester shakes the rope, immobilizing RVD by jogging his family jewels. Jester hops to his good leg and hops to the rope, and comes back smacking into RVD with another front dropkick, causing RVD to smack his face on the apron from the akward fall from the ropes.^v^
^v^Jester rolls out and pulls the apron up. Jester quickly finds what he is looking for, and pulls out a 20FT. LADDER. Jester slides it in balancing on one leg. The crowd erupts in cheers. RVD gets onto the apron as Jester begins to shake off his leg injury, by getting used to the pain. Jester charges RVD and smacks him with the ladder, knocking RVD all the way down, smacking his bloody, crimson face on the announcer table. Jester slides out and pulls the ladder out with him. Jester starts ripping off the announcer table monitors and board despite the protests from the announcers.^v^
^v^Jester picks up the ladder and sets it laying across the apron all the way to the announcers table, creating a balance beam-like platform. Jester picks up RVD and irish whips him sternm first into the ladder, RVD crashing harshly back onto the floor. Jester drags him away from the ladder a bit then uses the apron to get to the other side of the ladder. Jester again mocks RVD, and executes a forward roll on the arena floor, then uses the ladder to execute a flip, delivering a picture-perfect elevated Rolling Thunder! The crowd can't believe it!!! Jester holds his back and slides into the ring.^v^
^v^RVD gets to his feet but is incapacetated against the ladder. Jester slides out and slams RVD's head against the ladder, then pushes him ontop of it. RVD lays acrossed it helpless. Jester slides back in and hops to his feet. Jester, one-legged and all, delivers a corkscrew vault onto RVD, onto the ladder. Both men fall off of the ladder, RVD favoring his ribs agressively, yelping in pain. Jester crawls to the apron and uses it to lean against and rest.^v^
^v^Jester unknowningly staggers toward the ladder as a armed RVD gets to his feet as well. RVD tosses the chair to Jester, surprising Jester enough for him to catch it instictively. RVD jumps onto the ladder, and uses the rest of his energy to catch Jester with an elevated Van-Daminator! Jester lands unforgivingly on the arena floor, unmoving. A bloody mess of RVD slides into the ring but can only crawl to the center before stopping all of his movement.^v^
^v^Jester comes back to life and crawls to the apron, and exerts a great amount of energy just getting back in the ring. RVD staggers up and picks Jester up. RVD pulls Jester's leg up then delivers a modified spinning wheel kick to Jester's head! RVD crawls towards the ropes in an effort to get up. RVD heads up top just as Jester gets to his knees. Jester, digging down deep, dives from his knees and just hits the top rope, knocking RVD's balance off. Jester walks on his knees as RVD tries to recover. Jester climbs to the second rope and grabs RVD in a front chancery, letting out a bellowing yell. One moment later and Jester delivers a top-rope Twist of Fate to RVD. Jester gets his arm over for the cover!^v^ Referee: 1!
2!
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Lilian Garcia(As Jester's theme starts up): Here is your winner....The Original DareDevil....Jester Colt Jackal!!!
^v^We fade out to commerical as the referee helps Jester to his feet and Jester starts to celebrate.^v^
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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 Jun 4, 2006 12:07:13 GMT -5
We cut backstage where Bolt Bacana and Chad Michaels both look pissed.
Bolt: I can't believe I lost my title because of some f***ing Hardy Boyz reject. I had that match won. Koda was down, I had him pinned, one two three. But the f***ing ref had to go and get knocked out. Sonuvab****.
Chad: I know how you feel. Hoss Ninja is Heiden-Dorf and gets me counted out. It was pratically 2 on 1 in that match! I HAD IT WON!! I WAS F***ING ROBBED!!!!
Bolt: Well, what are you gonna do now?
Chad: I'll tell you what *grabs the camera man* Dorf, Heiden-Dorf, Heartbreak S***man, get a good f***ing look. I'm challenging all of you. That's right. I don't care what I gotta do, I'm challenging all three of you.
Bolt: Waitta second. *grabs camera man as well* Koda, JCJ, You just made my official s***-list. And Koda, I guess I'll use my return-match clause and challenge you for MY title. I held the belt for 3 months, and you know what? It took 2 men, 2 men, to take the belt off of me. Well, there will be now interference Koda, because when I get my hands on you, you will CEASE TO EXIST!! And the same goes for Mr. Hardy Boy, JCJ.
Chad: So Dorf, Heiden-Dorf, HBH....
Bolt: Koda, JCJ.....
Both: KNOW IT. ACCEPT IT. DEAL WITH IT!!!!
Chad: Be-Yotch!!!!
*Cut to a video for Team Ireland*
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Post by Chrysta on Jun 4, 2006 12:39:02 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]THE ICE QUEEN COMETH BACK [/glow][/size]
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Limey
Unicron
It's been awhile.
Posts: 3,062
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Post by Limey on Jun 4, 2006 16:37:47 GMT -5
*We are backstage. Limey is holding an ice pack to his eye, and is speaking on a mobile phone.*
Limey: So, how are you? ...yeah...Maelstrom...he's going to get what's coming to him...you can do it, you've got us to back you up...yeah...well...just take it easy for the time being, we've got the PTA off our backs, for now at least...Mate...Maelstrom's just that type of guy, I thought he was decent myself once...well...alright then. I'll talk to you later.
*Limey hangs up the phone, then looks up to see an unknown person. Limey smiles pained as the person walks into view...it's Carla O Woe.*
Limey: Hey.
Carla: I saw what happened out there...you alright?
Limey: Not really...but I've been through worse.
Carla: Yeah...Maelstrom's a tough guy, though. You sure you're up to the challenge?
Limey: Me? No...Maelstrom's beef is with Spaz...but I'll be there, with the rest of Generation Tech, and we'll be right by Spaz to back him up...Maelstorm's going to learn first hand...that when you mess with Generation Tech...Life will GIVE...YOU...LIMES!!!
Carla: That sounds like a plan. In the meantime, I think I'll train...the GND Division seems to be getting better and better.
Limey: Take care of yourself.
*Carla walks off, and the camera tracks her. She strolls down a corridor, when a door suddenly opens. Tony Chang bursts out, holding some champagne. He cheers out, before stumbling back, accidentally pouring the champagne over Carla. Carla is drenched as Tony suddenly goes silent. There is an awkward silence.*
Chang: Uh...that may have been my fault...
Carla: (a little bitter, but keeping her cool) You know what...you had a pretty big win tonight...so I guess I can forgive you...
Chang: No, that's not cool. I just accidentally soaked you. That's not hardcore at all.
Carla: Well...
Chang: No...what I did was completely uncalled-for. If I'd wanted to soak you, I'd have done it on purpose, and it wouldn't have been from my personal drink, either. I would've stolen anything YOU were drinking to do it. Look...
*Chang gets out a wallet from his back pocket, and counts out some money.*
Carla: (a little flustered) No..it's alright.
Chang: Hey, this'll probably pay for the cleaning. Sorry again. (Chang hands Carla the money, and Carla reluctantly accepts.)
*There is a moment of awkwardness between the two.*
Chang: You're one of my favourite GND performers, you know...
Carla: (stunned) Well...thank you...you're not so bad yourself.
*Carla suddenly develops a frown.*
Carla: Wait...this isn't champagne...
Chang: Champagne?? No...when Tony Chang celebrates, Tony Chang celebrates with pure, clear as ice VODKA, I'M HARDCORE!!!
*Chang laughs, and returns to the locker room. Carla chuckles a bit, before walking off. She takes a longer-than-usual glance back at the locker room...before shaking her head, and continuing to walk.*
*Fade out to the next segment.*
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Post by #Classic Hi-Definition X on Jun 4, 2006 17:05:26 GMT -5
Todd Grisham: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm standing by with the Heartbreak Hitman Bret Michaels and Sensational Cherry. Bret, you pulled out a huge victory at Kingdom of Hurt, retaining the Tri-State title in the Megadeth.
HBH: That's right, Todd. I showed everyone exactly why I am The Showstoppa, The Icon, The Main Event. And I PROVED why I am without a shadow of a doubt the GREATEST Tri-State Champion in EWT history. And for everybody out there that doesn't like it, boo-f***ing-hoo. Get used to it, because I plan on being champion for a long, LONG time. I mean, if 3 people couldn't take the title off of me in a match like the Megadeth, then there's no way anyone else will do it.
Cherry: That's because you're is the best thing going in EWT today, Bret. You're the man.
HBH: Oh you know it, babe.
*HBH and Cherry then make out. They stop when they notice Todd still standing there*
HBH: What are you looking at? Beat it!
*HBH shoves Todd off camera and then continue to make out*
*Cut to the next segment*
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Post by Banned Member on Jun 5, 2006 10:23:40 GMT -5
*Merc is shown in the back holding his ribcage, and talking to himself.*
Merc: She's coming back that means That doctor was a fake!
OL:Shutup you bloody idiot we lost the damn match cause of you!
Merc: Me!!! What the hell you talking about!!! We were united out there tonight dammit!!!
OL: Yes, and it made me weaker cause you are weak, and the reason your weak is for obsession for a woman that will never come back to you EVER!!!
Merc: That's where you are wrong! She will co....
OL: Can we just focus on how we are gonna get revenge on Ratings, and his goons!!!
Merc: Oh I got an idea, and as well as some back up.
OL: You do?
Merc: Yes whats big steel, and covered by steel on all four sides?
OL: The Hell in a Cell?
Merc: Yes, and if your anything like me you will remember our favorite tag team.
OL: Oh my god you hired Demolition as back up!
Merc: That I did.
OL: You know maybe you are the stronger side.
Merc: I always have been.
*Fade out*
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Jun 6, 2006 1:12:14 GMT -5
*Spaz is sitting in the EMT's room getting treated after his attack from Maelstrom.*
S: Maelstrom, I don't know what your issue is with me but you have crossed the line. From this moment on we are enemies. You interfered in a match that you were not a part of, your cowardly attack on myself & my colleagues was unprovoked & outrageous. But you have failed to see one thing Malestrom that is the fact that you haven't just made one enemy but you have made 4. And those 4 men just happen to make up the most dominant stable in the EWT. You have opened Pandora's Box Maelstrom & you will pay the price.
*CUT TO COMMERCIAL*
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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 Jun 6, 2006 1:44:03 GMT -5
*Spyke, Gasoline, and Rachael are shown in the Gen. Tech. locker room. Spyke and Gasoline are watching Game 1 of the Stanley Cup Finals on a monitor, while RLC, paces back and forth behind them.*
Gasoline: Damn, Carolina scored again!
Spyke: Ha-ha! Yes! No one can stop Brind-A'mour! And with only 30 seconds left in the game, it looks like you are gonna owe me 10 bucks!
Gasoline: Aww, son of a...
RLC: How can you guys think about some hockey game, after what Maelstrom did to you guys?
Spyke: Hey, we're just trying to unwind and clear our heads. We need level heads if we're gonna think logically about how we're gonna respond. I mean, as soon as we got the P.T.A. off our backs, we have to now deal with Maelstrom.
Gasoline: Yeah, I mean, I know he's only one man and all, but he's one tough son of a b****!
RLC: But still, shouldn't you two be talking strategy with Limey and Spaz?
Spyke: In due time, in due time.
Gasoline: The game is almost over anyway.
Spyke: 5-4-3-2-1!
(buzzer sounds from TV)
Spyke: YES! Pay up, Gas!
Gasoline: Dammit!
RLC: Ugh, men...
*RLC walks out of the locker room as Gasoline places 10 very wrinkly $1 bills in Spyke's hand. Cut to commercial for Game 2 of the Stanley Cup Finals, Edmonton Oilers at Carolina Hurricanes.*
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Queen Rosa
Mike the Goon
All hail the queen!
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Post by Queen Rosa on Jun 6, 2006 10:27:46 GMT -5
Sum Guy: Hi! I'm Sum Guy, and I'm really a vegetarian. Joining me now is the new GND Champion, Queen Rosa. Rosa, after what happened after your match with D'Zee at Kingdom of Hurt, is there anything you want to say?
Rosa: Well Sum, I can't say that I'm surprised about the events that took place after the match. I knew going into that match that if I won that I would immediately become the hunted. That means I have to be on my best guard at all times as I can be attacked at any moment. But being the person that I am, I'm always up for a challenge and I never back down from a fight. So D'Zee, still mad over me beating you for this title? You want a crack at this? *holds up the GND title* Well, to quote a man who was the most electrifying wrestler in sports entertainment, JUST BRING IT!! And that also goes for Dr. Vivian Anemone. You want a shot at this title? Then bring it on.
*Rosa walks off*
SG: Well there goes another one I don't want to piss off. Until next time, I'm Sum Guy, and I'm always rated G.
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Jun 6, 2006 10:38:38 GMT -5
The National Anthem as sung by The American Bodydonna:Lars Cunningham blasts through the speakers as the lousy singing grappler makes his way down to the ring with his weeny manager Mitchell Brell trailing behind him.
Lars grabs a mic.
"I am sick of not getting the respect I deserve---instead of the title matches I should be getting put in I'm wrestling hacks. Well I intend to change that. As of now I am issuing a challenge to any wrestler in the back. If you can manage to beat me in a straight up match I'll give you one-thousand dollars---IF you can beat me that is--which truth be told is about as likely as Clinton becoming president again-so let's go--let's see who has the balls to take me on and accept my challenge cause I'm out here and waiting for my first victim!"
generic rock music plays and a 3-foot midget in brown trunks with black plastic webbing(ala Spider-Man) walks on out into the ring and right up to Lars.
Lars laughs "What's this--the only one brave enough to come out here some six-year old child? "
he laughs again "Is that how much I'm feared backstage?"
Lars and Mitchell laugh for a few minutes and then Lars turns his attention back towards the newcomer.
"So what's your name munchkin-boy?"
"My name" says the newcomer "Is Wilson Webb, and I'd appreciate you showing me a little respect--at least enough not to laugh at me"
Lars snorts disdainfully "Oh please, look junior I'm looking for a real challenge not some little boy playing dress-up, so why dontcha go backstage and let a real wrestler come out here?"
Wilson Webb glares at Lars "If I'm such a pushover why do you seem to be so intent on weaseling out of you little challenge that I have acceppted-could it be your scared I'll beat you?"
This remark angers Lars.
"Afraid of you?" he growls " Okay that cut it--you want to accept my challenge you got it--but why don't we raise the stakes a little bit?"
the crowd roars it's approval.
"Not only will you win a thousand dollars for beating me, but I'll put another thousand on the line if you can knock me clear outta the ring-how's that sound?"
Wilson Webb grins "Hey I'm just waiting for you to stop jacking your jaws"
Lars spits at him "I tell ya what--I'll even give you first strike-let's see you do your stuff micro-machine!"
And with that he leans down into Webb's striking range---before he knows it though Webb lashes out and deleivers a straight hard punch to the face knocking the suprised Bodydonna to his kiester.
the bell rings signaling the start of the match.
He gets to his knees just in time to get a dropkick in the face that knocks him backwards through the ropes and out to the the floor below outside the ring.
Webb doesn't seem to notice as Mitchell sneaks up behind him with chair in hand--but at the last minute he turns and kicks Brell in the gonads causing the evil manager to drop the chair which Wilson kicks outta the ring.
As Brell bends over and grabs his injured manhood Webb comes up behind him and delivers a dropkick to Brell's fat backside, causing him to stumble forward through the ropes and smash skulls with Lars Cunningham as he tries to climb back into the ring.
Lars stumbles back and falls to the floor again--a moment later his manager falls on top of him and then lays motionless.
Lars struggles to his feet and climbs as quickly as he can to the top turnbuckle-only to meet up with Webb who grabs him in a headlock and then falls backwards into the ring causing Lars to fall right on the top of his head and then crumple onto his back.
Webb goes for the cover.
1....
2.....
3!
Wilson Webb has beat Lars Cunningham! the crowd cheers like mad as Webb runs into the backstage.
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Post by HMARK Center on Jun 6, 2006 13:19:46 GMT -5
<The Prophecy Reborn stands in a room, the open door behind them revealing that they're in Toomi's office. We join them mid-conversation>
HMark: Not for nothing, but you convinced me to come back here awhile ago, and suddenly there's nothing for the Prophecy Reborn at Kingdom of Hurt? We're the best you've got to offer, Toom, and, you being a true businessman and all, I think you know the monetary value we carry for this company. What gives?
Toom: I feel for you, gents, I really do. But you didn't ask for a match, you didn't get one, simple as that.
Mox: <getting a bit angry, but controlled> "Didn't ask"?! What do you think we've been doing for weeks now? We plow through every team you put in our way, so, like anyone with an average brain cell count, we think we're in line for a Tag Title shot! Why didn't it happen?
Toom: Take that up with the champions. The HBMS didn't sign up for a defense, so I couldn't book them in one.
<HMark puts a hand in front of Mox, to calm him down and say "Let me handle this">
HMark: Toom, you know I've been a pretty good company man, on the whole, since the start. But I'd hate to have to start taking matters into my own hands here. No, don't get all in a huff. We'll get what's coming to us, I know that. But our patience, and the Fallen Legion's patience (pop from the crowd watching), is wearing a bit thin.
Toom: For now, it's not in my hands. If things change, I'll tell you. End of story.
<HMark nods, while Moxie looks down with a mask of some frustration. As he leaves the room, HMark hangs back for a second.>
HMark: And, not to flood you with demands or anything...but I still haven't been pinned since I returned. And I still hear a buzz whenever somebody floats the idea of me challenging Spaz. (the crows, indeed, buzzes) I'm focused on the Tag Titles right now...but keep me in mind, will you?
Toom: We'll see.
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Post by Joel, Mike, Currently...? on Jun 7, 2006 10:50:06 GMT -5
Joel, Mike, and Keiko step into the arena. Sum Guy comes up to them, mic in hand.
Sum Guy: Ladies and gentlemen, it's the no-shows themselves, the Nyrds! So what the hell happened, you stupid primadonnas?
Joel: We were sucked into another dimension!
Sum Guy: No you weren't.
Mike: Okay, we weren't really...we were actually celebrating a friend's graduation.
Sum Guy: And it took you this long to get back?
Joel: There was a lot of Jolt consumed that day, Sum. I had to hold Keiko's hair as she vomited. And Mike was holding her skirt up for some reason, I'm not exactly clear what that was all about. The point is we're back, and...something.
Mike: Joel, Toom E's gonna be pissed at us. Not to mention the fact that we're lost in the fold again.
Joel: Yeah. Wellllll....s***.
Joel, Mike, and Keiko head off to the locker room, leaving Sum Guy behind.
Sum Guy: Well, there you have it, folks! I'm Sum Guy, and my student loans have been payed off!
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Post by Virus aka Captain No-Nuts on Jun 7, 2006 12:40:00 GMT -5
(Pomp and Circumstance plays over the PA as the defeated PTA makes their way solemnly down to the ring. Pain looks furious as the members line up, Pain and Omega on one side, and Virus and Canceler on the other. The crowd boos as Pain grabs a microphone.)
Pain: Shut up, you uneducated inbred ingrates! (The crowd's boos intensify, but then subside as Pain continues.) Now, as you all saw earlier this week at Kingdom of Hurt, the group of aggravating misfits known as Generation Pathe-tech managed to beat us in a "Old-School Rules" Match.
(The crowd pops massively for the admission of defeat, especially at the hands of the multi-national stable. A chant of "YOU SUCK!" starts up, and Pain's face contorts in a pure mask of fury.)
Pain: Now, I have studied the tapes repeatedly, and I think that I can definitively prove that one of the men standing in this ring is entirely responsible for our loss last night. And this person... will be EXPELLED from the PTA!
JR (sarcastically): Let me guess, you, Pain?
Pain: Could it be... EDDIE OMEGA?!
(Omega jumps back in shock, but recollects himself and meets Pain's glare with a placid stare.)
Pain: Sure, you managed to make Limey tap to the Sharpshooter... but you're then you get eliminated because you got hit in the face with a VCR, of all things?! What kind of laughable weapon is THAT?! You expect me to want to keep you in my class when you show such obvious weakness?
(The crowd boos as Omega looks confused, but bows his head in shame.)
JR: Pain has clearly lost touch with reality... I don't care who you are, getting clocked in the face with a VCR is NOT what you would call a pleasant experience!
(Pain leaves the shamed Omega and gets in Canceler's face. Canceler avoids Pain's furious gaze, and Pain lifts the microphone to speak, then looks over at Virus. Virus stares Pain dead in the eyes, but doesn't say a word. Pain returns the intense glare before turning back on the Canceler.)
Pain: CANCELER! (The Canceler looks up at this direct use of his name. He gulps, almost as if he knows what's coming.) You've been a pain in my side for months now! You keep screwing up when we need you most! You couldn't handle Gasoline at Full House, costing the PTA the title, and then you get eliminated FIRST in the match at Kingdom of Hurt!
(The crowd begins to chant "WHAT?!" at Pain's every pause as the Canceler looks shocked.)
Pain: It's become quite obvious to me that you are a massive amount of dead weight. You aren't quick enough, and you aren't talented enough. So you know what, Canceler... YOU... ARE... EXPELLED!
(The crowd boos in disapproval as Canceler's head lowers, defeated. He turns and slowly rolls out of the ring as the crowd chants "PAIN IS A PAIN!".)
Pain: Now, with the trash taken care... Actually, no. There's one more order of business to take care of. (Pain turns back to Virus with an angry look on his face.) Where the hell were you when that Swedish irritant managed to pin me?! You pride yourself on being the fastest hoss around -- so where was that speed when I needed it?
Virus: It...
Pain: NO EXCUSES! You aren't FAST... you're just another hoss! (Pain rears back and slaps the taste right out of Virus's mouth!)
JR: Business is about to pick up here!
(Virus turns around with the force of the slap, then recovers. He cricks his neck, then gets a smile on his face... BEFORE EXPLODING ON PRINCIPAL PAIN WITH A SAVATE KICK TO THE JAW! Pain drops to the mat like a sack of potatoes as the crowd roars in approval!)
JR: WHAT A SHOT BY VIRUS! Virus just LEVELED Principal Pain with that savate kick out of NOWHERE!
(Virus grabs the microphone and rolls out of the ring before Eddie Omega has a chance to retaliate on Principal Pain's behalf! Canceler, who turned around at the crowd's massive pop, is now rooted to the spot at the top of the ramp! Virus walks up to him and begins to speak.)
Virus: You know... I thought you'd try to find somebody else to blame, Pain. I knew, somehow, that you wouldn't shoulder the blame for losing at Kingdom of Hurt. I mean, hell, when you couldn't get the best of Maelstrom, you blamed Chance Confidence. I thought him leaving would teach you that you can't blame other people for your mistakes, but I was wrong.
(The crowd pops as they know Virus is about to rip into the recovering Principal.)
Virus: You see, now it's the same shit, but with a different scapegoat. We lose at Full House, and you blame Canceler, who did all he could, even with Gasoline there to even the odds. We lose at Kingdom of Hurt, and you blame everyone except yourself. Canceler because he got eliminated first... Omega because he only eliminated one person... and ME?! You have the audacity to try and blame ME?! THE LAST PERSON STANDING FOR THE PTA?! Because... oh wait, because YOU got yourself caught in a pinning predicament so quickly it was over and done with before I could even blink?! Oh yeah, that's entirely MY bad, sorry about that!
(The crowd roars at this biting sarcasm from Virus, and a small but vocal "VIRUS!" chant starts up!)
Virus: Well, I'm not going to sit by and become your new scapegoat! And I'm not going to let you blame Canceler anymore either! Because, I think I speak for Canceler as well when I say this, without us, you are NOTHING! And if you think any differently... you had better PREPARE... TO BE... INFECTED!
(Virus puts an arm around Canceler, who looks terrified and torn. Eddie Omega is supporting Principal Pain, who is staring angrily at Virus while adjusting his hurting jaw. "Heaven's a Lie" starts up over the PA as the two men stare each other down!)
JR: Virus laying down the gauntlet and calling Principal Pain out! This could get ugly in a hurry, folks!
(The camera switches between the two men's faces, each showing intensity and anger as we fade to commercial.)
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Post by Gasoline: Gen. Tech Member on Jun 7, 2006 13:49:34 GMT -5
*Gasoline is watching what just happened with the P.T.A. on a monitor*
Gas: Well at least SOME people are coming to their senses.
*Gasoline walks off as we cut to the next segment*
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Post by chanceconfidence on Jun 8, 2006 9:14:18 GMT -5
As we return from commercial... some rather loud words can be heard from the Toomitron.
" Oh it's time... it's time... it's CHANCE time!!! "
A modified version of Vader's old theme starts up as we return from the commercial, the ring has now been altered quite a bit... a royal purple carpet spread out over the floor with something being covered Some fancy black leather furniture is strewn about as well... including a couch on one side and a comfy looking easy chair on the other. Soon after, Chance Confidence starts strutting down to the ring, dressed up in a really fancy shmancy looking silver tuxedo, fancy black italian shoes, and a pair of green tinted shades hanging off the bridge of his nose. He walks towards the ring, hopping onto the apron and vaulting inside, getting some nice pops. He takes out one of those microphone headsets and puts it on, with a slick smirk on his face. he snaps his fingers... as a bunch of random hosses walk into the ring, grabbing onto a tarp over the huge object in the ring. Chance smirks.
Chance: Ladies and gentlemen... forget the Heartburn Motel... forget Quirky's Arena... because there is only one show you twits need to pay attention to... and that's my time... CHANCE TIME!!!
With that, the hosses rip the tarp off, revealing a pretty large Big Ben like clock in the center of the ring, with Chance Confidence's smirking mug plastered across each face of it. Each side with a different expression. Chance peeks over and admires it.
Chance: Heh, handsome fellow there don't you think? Oh I forgot... this part of the country doesn't usually think at all!!!
The crowd boos as Confidence grins, flopping down into the easy chair, and making himself comfy.
Chance: Now then... it's time to kick off the festivities. Because my first guests... and surely not my last ones, I'd like all of you to give it up, by which I mean your dignity for cheering for them...
The crowd boos again, Chance doesn't give two hoots about this.
Chance: The greatest stable in the EWT, only because I'm not in or running one... GENERATION TECH!!!
The crowd pops massively as Personal Jesus starts up, all four men walking down to the ring, with their respective flags donned like cool looking capes. Each one of them heads down the ring, slapping hands with the fans, Spyke actually doing a little dance as he struts, Spaz with the EWT Title worn across his waist. Each men walks towards the ring, stepping onto the apron and entering at the same time, Spyke flipping, Limey vaulting, Spaz just stepping through, and Gas stepping over. Chance watches kinda boredly, relaxing and waiting for them to finish up.
Chance: Well congratulations boys... you just wasted a minute of my life.
Once again, the crowd boos. Chance is in full heel mode tonight. Limey calls for a microphone, getting tossed one.
Limey: Well, nobody cares what you think Chance.
Chance: That's because they don't know what's best for them or that I'm right.
Confidence smiles, laying to the side and propping his feet over onto a convenient placed matching foot stool next to the easy chair.
Chance: So are you jokers gonna stand there or are you going take a seat? Bet you've never sat on great furniture like this in your lifes... hell Spyke, your country can't even make furniture that stays intact!
Spyke looks a bit... well insulted with this last remark, as all four take a squat on the couch.
Chance: So anyway, you guys have been on a roll lately. You just came off a huge victory over those Education Obsessed guys... good for you!
Limey nods
Limey: Well thanks there, I guess. But really to be honest, the PTA did put up a hell of fight to try and beat us in the past few months... so from a pure wrestling aspect, you gotta respect those guys.
Gasoline nods.
Gas: Yeah, but in the end, the result was Generation Tech coming out on top!
Spyke: We took them to their limits... and they did likewise for us
Spaz: But finally, the EWT's top stable is Generation Tech!
The crowd cheers and starts up a Generation Tech chant!
Chance: Well then. Congratulations boys, but it seems to me that somebody is mad with you... and he's actually someone I'm quite familiar with... seeing as he's the chump I beat for the Tri-State Championship!!!
Spyke: But didn't you screw him out of the bel...
Chance interrupts him quickly.
Chance: ANYWAY... we all know him as the guy who would probably love to horrible horrible things to dolphins. I bet he could start a club with Crauswell... the group of pissed off animal lovers.
Again, the crowd boos rather angrily.
Chance: So, Spaz... what do you have to say about this guy?
Chance takes a remote and clicks it... watching the Toomitron light up, which has been redubbed the Chance Channel because of a huge piece of cardboard with the name taped on next to it. It cuts back, showing Maelstrom destroying Generation Tech on many different occasions in the past month. The crowd boos Maelstrom massively as they watch this carnage unfold. Eventually, the clip ends, Chance lowering the remote again.
Chance: Somebody has been getting up on the wrong side of the aquarium for the past few weeks. Tell us Spaz, what do you have to say about this... well, let's just call it an assault.
Spaz looks back at Chance with a serious look on his face.
Spaz: Chance, I don't know what happened to Maelstrom. He used to be a really nice guy... one that could also kick serious ass in the ring and outside of it. But lately, it seems that he has undergone a huge transformation...and to be honest, it makes me sick!
The crowd cheers once again for Spaz's remarks.
Spaz: Maelstrom... I know what you want... I KNOW WHAT YOU WANT! You want my EWT Championship... and you think that I'll give you a title shot just because you keep attacking us after our matches! Well you know what... I don't care what you do to us! You haven't proven to me that you deserve a shot at this, especially not by constantly attacking me and my allies... hell even my enemies! If you want this belt so bad... why don't you prove it inside the ring?! Why don't you beat someone when they know... you're coming!!!
The crowd starts up a Spaz = Ratings chant. Spaz soaks it up for a bit, then looks back over at Chance.
Chance: Profound words there Spazzy.
Spaz: Did you just call me Spazzy?
Chance doesn't acknowledge his little comment.
Chance: It seems that you want to see Maelstrom try and prove himself in the ring before you decide to give him a title opportunity. Well quite honestly, I think I'd be a MUCH better man for the job. After all... if you saw me beat the living HELL out of Feather-butt last night, you would know that Chance... Confidence doesn't just equal ratings... Chance equals HUGE RATINGS!!!
Apparently the crowd doesn't agree completely, instead dousing Confidence with boos. Chance isn't happy here.
Chance: What do you maroons know? Absolutely nothing is what!
The booing just gets even louder now. Chance sighs, laying back in his chair and looking back over at Generation Tech.
Spaz: Yeah... sorry Confidence, but I'm gonna have to turn you down there. I mean, I respect you as a wrestler and everything... and last night, you definitely went out and put on a hell of a match with Crauswell there...but two reasons why I can't accept. One... you're a Grade A Jackass...
Chance almost falls back in his chair at this remark... as the crowd cheers again. Each other member of Generation Tech has quite the wide grin on their faces.
Spaz: And two... Spaz only listens to the fans... and apparently, they don't want you ANYWHERE near this EWT Title around my waist.
Chance looks a bit miffed, but shakes the feeling.
Chance: Whatever... I don't need that belt. Chance... Confidence is a man who PERSONIFIES PERFECTION!!! Even without the EWT Title, but that doesn't mean I don't still want it... I'm always looking to add on to my achievements here.
Confidence smirks, eying the gold.
Confidence: And besides, I wouldn't want to touch it now after you got your nasty Australian hands on it. You probably store it in one of those kangaroo pouches or something.
The crowd boos especially loudly after this comment.
Spaz: Erm... that's none of your business! Besides... it doesn't matter where I " store " my title, all that matters is I'm holding onto this belt for a LONG LONG TIME!!! Because I will be willing to do anything to prove that I AM THE GREATEST EWT CHAMPION OF ALL TIME!!!
Chance shrugs and lays back against the chair a bit.
Chance: Well then. I guess that's cool. So, the rest of you Generation Speck guys have anything planned for the future.
Gasoline: Well actually... we haven't really got much planned right now
Chance looks wide eyed.
Chance: Really?
Spyke: Nope!
Chance: Truly:
Limey: Not a thing
Chance: Well then... you guys are BLOODY LAZY AREN'T YA?!
The entire group of Generation Tech looks at each other.
Limey: Well... nah. We just came off a huge battle with the PTA. But who knows maybe me and Gas will go after the tag belts?
Spyke: And I'm thinking about the Toolshed title...
Chance nods.
Chance: Well then. Looks like you guys have some really boring stuff plann...
Suddenly, the lights shut off in the arena, going pitch black! As the light quickly turn back on, MAELSTROM is standing in the center of the ring. He looks at Chance who awkwardly backs away and to the backstage area. He then looks at Spaz who walks up to him and they have a huge stare down. He then walks over to the huge Big Ben-ish style clock and grabs it from both sides...SHOVING IT SO HARD, IT FALLS OVER,OUT OF THE RING AND CRASHING TO THE FLOOR!!! The crowd looks in absolute shock as Maelstrom looks back at Spaz and Generation Tech... the lights going out again and Maelstrom is gone. Spaz and the other Gen Tech members look at each other very shocked... exiting the ring as this first ever edition of Chance Time comes to an end.
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Post by The Bad Man on Jun 8, 2006 9:24:47 GMT -5
Backstage and in the background we can see Curly Long yelling at Mr. Big. Meanwhile in the foreground Sum Guy is standing alongside D'Zee
SUM GUY: Hello everyone, I'm Sum Guy and I haven't seen See No Evil, yet!
D'Zee gives an uncharacteristic grin
D'ZEE: You haven't Sum? .. but its such a great film ...
SUM GUY: Really? .. you actually think something is nice? ... how was it?
D'ZEE: Let me show you, the best bit ...
D'Zee puts her arm around Sum Guy in a comforting pose. She then stabs Sum Guy in the Eyes with her fingers! Sum Guy holds his eyes in serious pain whilst D'Zee takes the microphone
SUM GUY (Shouting): I'm Blind, You've blinded me!!
D'ZEE: Well at least now you won't see no evil! ..
D'Zee kicks sum Guy out of the frame
D'ZEE: At Kingdom of hurt I was Robbed of that title that sits on your shoulders Rosa!! ... That GND Title deserves to be around my neck, not some middle-class ho-bag! ... You rest up easy after that beating I gave you! .. because I fully intend to make sure the streets aren't safe for a little girl like you!
The Crowd boos
D'ZEE: Speaking of robbed, I was also the victim of an assault by some happy go lucky skank! Dr. Vivian Anemone I don't care if you think the sun shines everyday! ... Mess with my biz'ness and you'll soon find that the clouds are going to cover up your sunny days and bust your teeth back to California!!
D'Zee throws the mike to the floor and walks off. In the Background Mr. Big has appeased Curly by using a blinded Sum Guy as a punching bag
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Post by Superior Dragon on Jun 8, 2006 12:00:29 GMT -5
Miss. Congeniality is already in the ring, waiting for her opponent.
"What the World Means to You" hits as Sarah Sidall comes out to a huge pop.
Tony Chimel: And her opponent, from the City of Angels, Sarah Sidall!!
Sarah slides into the ring and poses on the turnbuckle to the delight of the fans. Miss Congeniality takes this opporitunity and attacks her back, causing her to fall down. MC follows it up with an elbow drop, followed by a stomp to the face. Sarah gets up and avoids a punch and spin kicks MC down to the mat. Sarah hops on top of MC and delivers a series of brutal punches before hitting a dropkick. Sarah gets up hits a running knee drop on MC, who appears to be busted open already. Sarah picks MC up and motions for a power bomb. MC tries to fight out of it, but Sarah hits a double axe handle to the back that causes MC to stop. Sarah then hoists MC and powerbombs her over the top rope onto the mat!!!
MC is down as Sarah positions herself on the top rope. MC gets up and gets rocked with a tornado DDT that sends her right next to the Zimbawe Announcers table.
Sarah: Do you mind?
Zimbawe Announcer #1: Not at all.
Sarah grabs a chair and looks to smack MC when MC hits her in the gut. MC then bangs Sarah's head on the announcer's table before hitting a reverse DDT. MC decides to taun thte fans as Sarah shakes the cobwebs out of her head. MC grabs Sarah and throws her in the ring before hitting a legdrop. MC goes for the cover....
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3...Kick out. MC picks Sarah up and goes for a suplex, but Sarah lands on her feet and hits a neckbreaker. Sarah then drags MC closer to the ropes and signals for the end. Sarah goes for the Twisting Catapult when MC hits a dropkick to the face. Sarah is dangling over the ropes, with her feet blocking thee fall. MC picks Sarah up and slaps her right across the face before connecting with another. MC then goees for a running hurricanrana, but Sarah catches her and hits a SUPER STYLES CLASH!!! MC is down as Sarah catches her breath. Sarah and MC both get up at the same time as MC charges at Sarah. Sarah cathes MC and twirls her around before hitting the Dragon's Flame!!! Sarah goes for the pin...
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Sarah Sidall!
Sarah celebrates her win and poses on the turnbuckles before heading to the back as we fade to a commercial.
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Post by dorf on Jun 8, 2006 15:43:56 GMT -5
Camera focuses in the back with Todd Boreham and Heiden-Dorf.
Boreham: Well, its nice to see an old friend back here in EWT again...welcome back Heiden-Dorf.
HD: Thanks....Todd Boreham. Me, not in...good mood today.
B: Why's that Heiden-Dorf?
HD: Last Sunday, me...and Dorf...were destroying...in the Megadeth. Me somehow...got counted out...by HBH...from a...Sweet Chin Muzak. Meanwhile, Dorf...dominated the match...and was about...to finish...the job; when...HBH decided to...sharpshooter him...out of nowhere. Dorf had a...severe concussion and...is doubtful....for this week's....match board.
B: I see. So how ar-
HD: *interupts Boreham* I was...not done....Todd Boreham. So...my revenge...on HBH...will be on...backburner...until Dorf...is all healthy...a-gain.
B: Any plans as of right now?
HD: To keep...in shape...so that...I can help...Dorf get back...to where...he was.
B: Thank you, Heiden-Dorf and good luck with your match with Rhyno.
*Camera fades to commerical.*
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Post by Banned Member on Jun 8, 2006 16:32:56 GMT -5
*Bam Bam is in the ring, and as he stands there to waiting. Merc ambushes him from behind with a chair, and hits him over the head several times. Merc than drags Bam Bam over to the corner turnbuckle, and hits the Roundup on Bam Bam to the arena floor, and the fans start to chant holey S***. Merc than grabs the mic.*
Merc: Ratings!!!! You see what I just did to Bam Bam!! I will do that to you only I will go to much further lengths to make sure you won't be getting up like Bam Bam is now! Stay down you.....
*Merc runs, and big boots Bam Bam in the head, and throws him back in the ring, and covers him for a three count.*
Merc: Ratings I'm cominnnngggggg for you, and there will be no where to run, hide or turn in the cell!!!
*fade to black*
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