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Post by Toom E. Guci on Nov 7, 2006 4:25:40 GMT -5
*Toom D Dangerously is standing in a large room. All the EWT superstars pile into the room as Toom is standing next to a large cloth.*
Ladies & gentlemen, I am glad you can all make it today to this meeting. For you see, under this cloth sits the Toomi Roulette Wheel. You will all be happy to know that now is the time to spin the wheel one match by one match & find out just what your stipulation shall be. And to be fair, we shall start at the bottom with the Girls Next Door...*
*Toom E pulls the cloth off, as moans of disgust, as well as gasps, & happiness noises are heard from the superstars present. Toom E starts to spin the wheel.*
Mystery, after a succesfull match up against Dr. Vivian, you face Queen Rosa this week. And your match will be...oh my. A Prom Dress Match. Ladies, in order to win...you must strip your opponent of her Prom dress & corsage, then pin her to the bed.
*More moans can be heard as the some of the men cheer.*
And Dr. Vivian, you fine looking, bald *snicker* hottie...you get to face the newcomer in Clown Girl Let's spin to see what you've won. My my my, it looks like Clown Girl will make her debut in a Dog Collar Match. This should be interesting.
New Era, I understand you have a beef with the Buschwackers, thus the reason why I have asked them back. Let's spin for your glory. Hey, looks like the EWT superstars will pull double duty in the first ever Tag Team Lumberjack Match.
And now onto you 2 newcomers...Chad Ocean...Mysth...let's see what the wheel has in store for you.
*The wheel is spun & it lands on...*
Wow, this should be interesting. A Last Man Standing Match. What a way to be broken in. Next up, Ultimo & Mr. Duke...let's spin to see what's on your agenda this week.
*The wheel keeps spinning around & around...*
Man, you guys got a pretty boring one. But hey, this will still be good. You get a Celebrity Guest Referee. And let's peel off the card to see who the referee will be. Why, it's EWT Hall of Famer Richard Simmons.
*Richard Simmons comes running in the room wearing his dinky shorts & tank top, crying.*
Richard: I'm so excited!! I'm so exicited!!
*Moans are heard from Ultimo.*
Joe One, I know, I know...you wanted the guest referee. But don't worry, because it's your turn on the wheel for you & Eddie Omega. And it seems that the 2 of you will square off in a King of the Road Match. Man, we haven't had one of those matches ever since HitmanMark & DSR squared off in one. This should be a blockbuster boys.
Two Kewl, Curly Long & Mr. Big...looks like the wheel has landed on...Catch the Midget!!! Looks like you're going to be running your ass off here Curly. Sorry man.
Ubermark, Micheals...let's see what's in store for you boys.
*The wheel is spun & it lands on...*
First Blood Match. This could get messy. Now Spaz, we have had our differences but I assure you, the wheel is NOT rigged. So if ratings won't mind, he will do the honors of spinning.
*A smiling Ratings comes up & spins the wheel. Ratings uses his hand & stops the wheel, making it land on...*
Man Spaz, this is so your lucky day. It's a Barbed Wire Match. Which means the ring ropes will be removed, as will the ring mat. And the 2 of you get to square off surrounded by barbed wire. You are a VERY lucky man.
Now Mercenary, sweet, innocent Mercenary...such bad luck for you last Sunday. T'is a shame, as you had a fighting chance against Rosebud. And now you get Chance Confidence. Tell you what Mercenary, why don't you come up & spin the wheel.
*Mercenary gives Toom E a look of disgust.*
Merc: I ain't doing anything for you, you damn backstabber.
Toom: Is that any way to talk to your boss? Fine Merc, be a party pooper. It's not like I decide who gets a push or not. Chance, would you do the honors?
Chance: Gladly boss.
*Chance approaches the wheel & spins it with all his might. Chance starts jumping up & down, mocking the game show folks.*
Chance: No whammies, no whammies, big bucks, big bucks...come on &....STOP!!!
*The wheel does slow down & it stops on...*
Chance: WOOHOO!!! This is going to be fun slave.
Toom: My, my, my....Loser Is Slave For a Month. This should be good. I hope you win Merc. ;D
Gasoline, you & Podanski are next...so let us spin for your match.
*The wheel spins & lands on...*
Tug a War?? Man, that's gonna suck. But, what can we do? The fans picked some of the matches they'd like to see.
Marcus, Akira...we shall spin the wheel for the 2 of you & we get...hey, this looks good. Coal Miner's Glove On a Pole Match.
Cassinova, Virus...you gentlemen will be spun next & you get....arm wrestling. Interesting.
Evans, Caine...we shall spin on you folks & we land on...HEY!! Looks like we get 2 of these matches this week. Last Man Standing!!
Heidendorf, Rosebud...my 2 resident geniuses. Let us spin to see what you get.
*The wheel spins & lands on...*
Not to shabby. Another First Blood Match. This should be a doozy for you 2 men.
Now Prophecy Reborn, I understand you have a score to settle with Team LEO...which is why I decided to put my vendetta aside & give you these boys. And Team LEO, if you would be so kind as to come up & spin the wheel, I would be honored.
*Team LEO approaches the wheel & spin it together. Team LEO then stops the wheel & places it on...*
Submission Match? Are you sure that's what you want?
*Team LEO smiles.*
Ok, Submission Match it is. And now onto the championship matches. Ragnal, you got lucky against your brother. But now you face a newcomer who wants you bad. I give you Aringh Rose...who was gracious enough to not even bother showing up today.
*Toom E spins the wheel & it lands on...*
This should be good. An Old School Match. I am curious to see how this plays out.
Raskall & Trunk, since returning...I have decided to give you a title shot due to your dedication againt Team Ireland. And we spin the wheel to give you gentlemen....an Escalator to Heaven Match. This should be a good one.
And Spyke, I hope you don't mind a rematch at all. Let's spin the wheel to see what you & Indigo get.
Not to shabby...you boys will go for the Toolshed Belt in an Elevator to Hell Match.
Chrysta, your first title defense should be good against RLC. And I am sorry RLC, but you are obligated to one more match. And that match will be...oh dear lord...Arm Wrestling.
Crauswell, you also get a first title defense against dorf this week. And your match up will be....oh my...ANOTHER Escalator to Heaven Match.
And Cletus, since you did so damn good...you deserve one more rematch here. And in spinning the wheel, your match will be...a Barbed Wire Match.
Now everybody...have fun out there & play safe.
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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 Nov 7, 2006 11:30:50 GMT -5
*Spyke and Rachael Leigh Cook are at the airport, awaiting their flight. Spyke's left arm is still in a sling, and RLC has her ribs wrapped up*
Spyke: "So we have to catch a connecting flight in New York and then..."
*Spyke is interupted by his cell phone going off, it's a MIDI version of his entrance theme*
RLC: "Who is it?"
Spyke: "It's a text message from Toomi. He says that my match with Indigo is non-negotiable and I must compete."
RLC: "Weren't you able to get out of the match since you are injured?"
Spyke: "I tried, he says that after this I can take all the time off I need, but he 'promised the fans.'"
RLC: "What're you gonna do?"
Spyke: "I'll fight injured. Luckily my injured arm is my left one. Being right-handed, I still got a shot. Chris Indigo could be the first person to lose his title to a one-armed man."
RLC: "Then we can go to Sweden?"
Spyke: "Yeah. It's really cool there. My brother, Crash, tells me they got the new DDR at the arcade. Says he set all the high scores. Those are about to be broken."
RLC: "Totally"
*Short pause*
RLC: "Personal question. How come you don't have a girlfriend?"
Spyke: "What?"
RLC: "A guy like you? Come on."
Spyke: "Hmmm. Not sure on that. Maybe because I have been so busy with wrestling. Haven't had the time to find anybody."
RLC: "Nobody within EWT you like?"
Spyke: "Well, Bethany the Graphics Artist is kinda cute."
RLC: "What about any of the on-air talent?"
Spyke: "I always thought Rosa was pretty hot."
RLC: *under her breath* "Rosa... feh!"
Spyke: "What?"
RLC: "Nothing! We should get back to the arena!"
Chris Indigo: "Or we could fight right here!"
*Spyke and RLC look up and Chris Indigo is standing there with the Toolshed Title in hand.*
Indigo: "Whaddaya say? Me, you, and your girlfriend, right here, right now."
Spyke: "First off, she ain't my girlfriend. Secondly, I would have more fun throwing you into the Elevator to Hell and getting back the Toolshed Title with only one good arm."
Indigo: "Fine. Oh and Rachael, too bad you don't follow the title. Me and you coulda been good together. You coulda been with a REAL man."
RLC: "Spyke is 46.8 times the man you are!"
Indigo: "He won't be any kind of man when I send him all the way down to HELL! See you in the ring."
*Chris Indigo walks away. RLC stares angrily at him, with Spyke looking just as angry. Fade to commercial*
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Post by Banned Member on Nov 7, 2006 12:41:39 GMT -5
*Sum Guy walks up to Merc.*
SG: Merc care to explain your actions?
Merc: You do realize your a few days behind right?
SG: Ya well your a scum, and a low life jobber that has no place in the EWT.
*An angry look comes across Mercs face.*
Merc: Oh I don't huh? Let me remind you I was a two time EWT Tri State champion. Hell I beat Maelstrom for my second reign, and if I can beat him. That must mean I'm better than the EWTs own champion, but thats for another day. Now my actions. Well all I wanted was some damn respect around here. Is that to much to ask?
SG: But to do what you did to To....
Merc: WHAT I DID?!!!! What about what he did? You know Toom better learn that once in awhile in this business. It's good to put others over once in a while. It just might make morale go up some.
SG: Now what about your match this week?
Merc: Oh ya just what I always wanted a slave.
*Merc rolls his eyes*
Merc: You know what every time this stupid thing is dusted off. I always end up being humiliated.
SG: Ya like the time you wore a d.....
*Merc smacks Sum Guy.*
Merc: Shut up boy! Chance you better bring your A game this week. Because I'm sure as hell bringing mine, and after I get though with you. I'm coming after that reject from the mental ward Rosebud next!!!
SG: Rosebud!!! But why Merc? He has kicked your as.....
Merc: Why cause we haven't even had a real fair fight yet. And when we do I promise you this I will expose Rosebud for what he is.
*Merc storms off.*
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Post by Ultimo Chocula on Nov 7, 2006 13:18:59 GMT -5
(Outside the Ulti-Bus comes screeching into the parking lot and parks, backfiring the instant it comes to a stop. The ignition shuts off and Ultimo exits the vehicle, wearing one of Earl Monroe's old Bullets jerseys and toting his backpack over his shoulder. He enters the arena and is cut off by none other than Dusty Rhodes, who has nothing better to do than hang around the parking lot.)
Dusty: "Hello dere, folks! This is the AmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmericanDreamDuthtyRhodeth! Looky here! Last Sunday night at Starcade! Ul-Tee-Mo was takin' on that Rick Rathcall! They had celebrities all 'round that reeng actin' like lumbah jacks! They was ragtaggin' all over the place! It was sumpthin' else, daddy! Then Ul-Tee-Mo got the duke with that Bionic Elbow and he go to the pay windah! He the winnah! I gots to know! Now what? What next for you?"
UC: "What's next? Simple. Next is taking care of Curly Fries and the umberhulk! Now that Ricketts and I have pounded the poop out of each other we can finally concentrate on working together and putting that short stack in his place! Oh sure, Ricketts and I haven't exactly gotten along in the past, but after we've both smacked each other around long enough we've come to mutually respect one another. So now that we've gotten it out of our systems we, along with Truck, can finally go after Curly Fries and throw him into the bay with the rest of the crabs."
Dusty: "So your bidness with Curly ain't over yet, issit?"
UC: "Oh hell no! It's not over by a long shot! That little creep was trying to wreck my career! He was trying to to bury so far down on the card I'd be curtain jerking on EWT Saturday Night!"
Dusty: "Ooh! The muthaship!"
UC: "Right! The thing that Curly can't figure out is that I'm a brand new man! Ultimo version 2.0! I'm 1.21 jiggawatts of pure lightning packed in a can of Mountain Dew, shaken up and ready to explode all over and ruin your best suit! Curly's stuck in neutral! He's just puttering around the same mud puddle and not going anywhere! I'm going straight to the moon, buddy! Fast and furious! Curly, the little troll, will realize that soon enough when I insert boot A into his tuckus B and he'll land into dumpster C!"
Dusty: "You all new?"
UC: "All new, huggy bear! New attitude! New direction! And tonight, when I take on The Icesticide with that hopping madman as a ref, I'll be debuting my new look! That's right! I just got hooked up with some new threads! I'm lookin' sharp!"
Dusty: "Lemme guess! You gonna be wearin' dem polka dots!"
UC: "Not quite. Curly, you'd better keep your peepers peeled tonight and pay real close attention when I take on The Icesticide, cuz the guy who comes out on top tonight is the very same guy who'll show you what your own sphincter looks like! I'm all new and all powerful! Hatcha! Now if you'll excuse me, Dusteroo, I have an appointment with a bottle of Manic Panic."
(UC walks off as Dusty scratches his head wondering what Manic Panic is but quickly forgets the whole thing when his "American Dream" music kicks in and he boogies till commercial.)
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Post by crauswell on Nov 7, 2006 15:35:28 GMT -5
Crauswell is seen emerging out of his Locker-room, to the sounds of loud music and lots of cheering, stepping out with the Ox Division Championship draped around his shoulders, along with the arms of two other furs, in this case, a fox and a wolf respectively. The two glance at Crauswell as he kinda beak rubs against them both, then squeezes their furry asses and shoves them back into his locker-room.
Crauswell: Man... nothing like celebrating after winning the Ox Division belt then a nice big Fur Pile.
He walks off down the hall, actually whistling to himself a bit, before being stopped by a rather, well, horrified Lean Gene Cummerbund, whose mouth is agape in... well, disgust.
Lean Gene: What in god's name are you doing? And... what's a Fur Pile?!
Crauswell simply struts right up to Cummerbund and shoves the Ox Title right in his face.
Crauswell: YOU SEE THIS!!! THIS IS MY TROPHY... THIS IS MY PRIZE... THE PRIZE I SAID I WOULD OBTAIN! Last night at Symphony of Destruction, I did just that, as well as decimating and putting the former champion on the shelf. I barely even broke a sweat doing it too, and now this title is mine. Now let's say, I wanted to beat you down next... well, the job would be done so fast, your head would spin right off your neck and land with a thud on the ground.
Cummerbund slowly backs up, the Champion stalking him, like an animal would his prey, the fat guy now sweating profusely.
Cummerbund: Look... I didn't mean anything by it... sir. Ummm... congratulations on becoming Ox Division Champion by the way. I wish you...
Crauswell grabs Cummerbund by the throat and rams him skull first right into the wall, now looking even more menacing.
Crauswell: You know how an animal would show off it's superiority, why it would make an example... of someone. Perhaps a fat swine like yourself? Perhaps instead... I'll make the man known as Dorf my sacrifice. I mean, I respect each and every last of his accomplishments, Former EWT Champion. Former EWT Tri State Champion Former EWT Toolshed Champion... if you count his short lived reign. Even Ox Division Champion, the belt I hold now... and forever shall hold this symbol of power. He's a most worthy opponent, but he's just that... an opponent. An opponent who has absolutely no chance of dethroning me before my reign has even begun!
Crauswell turns his back slightly on Cummerbund, looking up at the ceiling briefly.
Crauswell: And I have the opportunity to do it in one of the most fabled traditions in the EWT, an Escalator to Heaven Match. A match I've never been in... a match that demands dominance. But a match that I shall master and dominate as soon as I enter that ring. DORF... YOU WILL BE DEVOURED!!!
The furry immediately turns around, simply glaring right at Cummerbund, who steals Sum's Gimmick and wets himself, then runs like a mad man down and away from the furry, who suddenly feels someone tapping on his shoulder, turning around and gazing upon some Raccoon Furry... noticeably male, who he immediately pounces... and the screen quickly fades just before we have to witness any disgusting sights.
Fade to a Video package for Insecticidal Andy Duke
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Post by Smark4lyfe on Nov 7, 2006 16:26:48 GMT -5
Now get the guns, the drugs, From my generation. I'll take the fall. Come on, come on, come on. Let's get it on! Let's get it on! Forget the lies, the money, we're in this together. And through it all, they said nothing's forever. And they refuse to see the change in me,
JR: There they are the few of the targets from the ECW invaders
JBL: Shut Up JR! Those "targets" are an insperation to the new generation!
*Red pyro shoots from the ground as Unreal and Zach Storm with an large grin walks in*
JR: I smell some good news from the New Era.
JBL: Every news from the New Era is good news.
Unreal: Fans, I vowed to win the championship will belong to the New Era. I admit I failed but I could have wrestled for the EWT championship or Tri-State if worthless old s*** heads didn't fill up the slots!
BOOOOOOOOOO
Shut up! EWT is expanding as you guys can clearly see... Filled with old, wrinkly pieces of S***! But there still is hope!
E-C-DUB E-C-DUB
That's buisness for later! Now back to my point...There still is hope! Some newcomers can be in the New Era! They can dawn as the new generation comes forth as this old s*** hole will tremble from the New Era of wrestlers!!!
BOOOOOOO
You guys just won't understand...sigh....well let me introduce my guest the very new.....drumroll please...
*Moment of silence*
MYSTH!!!!
MYSTH! MYSTH! MYSTH!
Yea....cheer for him but not me....
*Mysth enters the ring*
Now Mysth here is an shy guy...why do you think he wears the mask?
*Laughs*
The loving caring person I am, we decided to take him in our wings but he has to repay us some how...
*Mysth straightens up*
We think if he joined the New Era as an lackey he could start paying his dept to us.
*smirks*
You suck! You suck!
But first you can't walk with us with that mask so just take it off and we'll continue.
JR : Oh ! Come on ! He can' t be seriously thinking about asking him to do such a thing ! He knows masks are the most important thing in a masked wrestler' s life ! Just look at luchadores !
JBL : That' s the whole point, JR ! He' s trying to look how far that beginner Mysth can go to prove his respect to the New Era ! And if he' s got a brain, he' ll obey !
Mysth, looking confused : What ?!
Unreal : Well, take off your mask, the members of the New Era have nothing to hide ! And it doesn' t suit you, anyway...
Mysth : Do you realize what you' re asking me to do ?? You can' t ask a masked wrestler to take off his mask just like that ! I' m not some random " Parts Unknown " masked guy, you know ! If you want to make a masked wrestler to take off his mask, then you' ll have to force him to do so in a match. But you seem to be a cool guy to me and I don' t want to fight you !
Unreal : Look, Mysth. When you join something as big as the New Era, when you want the world of pro wrestling to change, then you have to do some sacrifices. So prove your fidelity to the New Era by taking off this useless mask ! And by the way, you may be one of the few rays of hope for the EWT, but you' re not such a big name like me yet to become cocky !
Mysth : Can you only believe that ?? Unreal, I like to get things straight with my friends so I' m going to get this straight with you : when I agreed to join you, I was thinking we' d be working as a team. Well, I did not see any problem in showing what I was worth by taking care of your little... " problem " with some ECW guys, or even doing your dirty work in order to help you not to do the same mistakes as in Symphony Of Destruction. I didn' t mind staying in your shadow and walking behind your feet, because I know I won' t be able to start anything all alone. But know you just start acting like if you' d own me ! You want me to publicly disgrace myself by getting rid of my mask and quite frankly, I didn' t like your way to treat me like a toy by calling me a " lackey " !
The crowd begins to chant " Mysth ! Mysth ! Mysth ! Mysth ! " in approval for not letting himself get walked over.
Unreal, pissed by both Mysth' s speech and the chants : ...
Mysth, you may be a little bit more experienced than me, but you see, EWT is a brand new thing for you, something you' ve never been close to experience in your worthless European federations. And you' ve got a lot to learn about how things go here. And the first thing you' re about to learn here at the EWT is that you never. Ever. Dissobey The New Era, even if we lack luck, because...
JBL : HA! HA! ! That doesn' t smell good for our newcomer, JR !
*At this very moment, Unreal gestures to " Big " Zach Storm, who was standing behind Mysth, and hits him with a running forearm before applying a Backdrop ! Unreal grabs a mic and yells :*
" YOU WANT TO SEE HARDCORE !!! I' LL SHOW YOU HARDCORE !!! "
Then Unreal leaves the ring and gets a steel chair and a kendo stick. When he comes back into the ring he drops the chair on the floor and comes closer from Mysth. He signals to Zach to pick Mysth up. Zach does so and has his arms round Mysth' s ones, smirking.
Unreal strongly hits Mysth in the face with the stick, then hits him five times again. After that, Zach loosens Mysth and Unreal picks up the chair he dropped. Then, he grabs Mysth by the hair, lifts him and hits him with the chair on the head, and performs a strong Reality Check, making Mysth' s head land on the chair !! After that beating, Zach leaves the ring a picks up... a table ! Unreal picks Mysth up. Zach joins him and they hit... The Big Reality Check !!
*Unreal picks up the mic once again.*
Unreal : Now... let' s see what kind of ugly face you were trying to hide behind that mask !
E-C-DUB E-C-DUB
*Unreal stares back to the audience*
JR: It's the ECW invaders!!
JBL: I'm ready this time you s*** heads!
*JBL motions for an army of wrestlers*
JR: Mr.Kennedy, MVP, Finlay, Regal, Shelton Benjermin, Charlie Hass, Viserca, Umaga and Kane!!!
Don't let those s*** heads coem into the ring!! *Sandman with the cane scares off MVP and Regal! Balls with his chair scares off Haas and Benjermin!*
Come on you cowards fight back!!
Umaga with the double spike on Stryker and Rene! Kane with the chokeslam to Balls! Big Show comes out and big boots Finlay!
JR: This an full out brawl in the ramp!!
*Out of nowhere RVD with the VANDAMINATER to Zach and Sabu with an chair throw to Unreal!*
*Big Show gets the mike* Show: You guys think you're hardcore... *Smirks* you should see us!
*Sabu gets JBL with an ugly chair shot! RVD places JBL on the corner with chair in front of his face! RVD with the Van Terminator! Sabu gets the table and sets it up and puts JBL..WAIT! Two tables stacked upon each other! Sabu jumps on Big Show and the Arabian Facebuster!!*
*Mysth limps to RVD and Sabu as they help him out*
[Fades out]
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Post by Rick Raskall on Nov 7, 2006 17:19:55 GMT -5
Rick Raskall and Marcus Trunk are in the locker room shortly after the meeting in Toom E. Dangerously's office.
Raskall: So, Escalator to Heaven? You ever heard of that one Marcus?
Trunk: Ain't no match I ever heard of. It's like they change the rules every other week around here.
Raskall: You can say that again. Actually, do you still have that handbook? You know, the one they give out during orientation? Take a look at that and see if it says anything about escalators.
Trunk digs into his locker and retrieves a book entitled "The Total Dumbass's Guide to Extreme Wrestlecrap Threaderation For Dumbasses (this means you, dumbass)" and flips to the section titled "Specialty Matches".
Trunk: Okay, we got Megadeth...Steel Cage Ladder...Elevator to Hell...alright, Escalator to Heaven.
Raskall: Sweet. What does it say?
Trunk: Says we gotta climb up an escalator to get the title.
Raskall: Wait a minute, are you reading that right? An escalator? How are they gonna fit an escalator into the ring? Does it even take place in the ring?
Trunk: Just says you gotta climb the escalator...Hold on, there's a picture from one of the other matches.
Raskall: Who's in it?
Trunk: Some dudes named HMark, Sievetronix, and MProxx.
Raskall: Oh wow, really? I have never heard of those guys in my life! That's awesome!
Trunk: Hold on. Says here that Escalator to Heaven was the first ever EWT match. That's pretty cool.
Raskall: Yeah, that's pretty cool, but in the end, who cares what the stipuations are? It doesn't matter if it's escalators, elevators, calculators, chutes and ladders, whatever! The point is, Raskall and Trunk are going to be the dominant team in EWT once again, and when Team Ireland wakes up from their hangovers and see us holding those tag team belts, they'll find that out firsthand! Now come on, Marcus. We've got some videotape to watch.
Cut to commercial for Spaz Anthology DVD
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Post by Joel, Mike, Currently...? on Nov 7, 2006 19:00:16 GMT -5
A replay of Moxie's comments after Symphony of Destruction plays.
The tape pauses, and the camera begins to zoom out, revealling Joel sitting next to a tv monitor, looking straight ahead. Mike is nowhere to be seen, and Keiko sits on the other side of the monitor, stifling loud giggles.
Joel: I've watched this clip many, many times over the past few days, and I've noticed...Moxie is talking like he's the dominant force in this particular tale of two teams. And personally, it sickens me. Not because it's insulting to me, or Mike or Keiko, but because of how truly pathetic you look, Moxie. You and HMark. As far as I'm concerned, Mike and I have clipped the great HitmanMark of his wing. And Moxie is mad at us. (mocking fear)Oh, oh no, oh goodness, Moxie is going to get us! Oh, Moxie is a sleeping wolf! Oh, our time is coming! ...A sleeping wolf. A sleeping wolf. Do you know what a wolf is? A wolf is quite possibly the most majestic animal of the canine species. A superb hunter, and when push comes to shove, is as vicious a fighter as any other in the animal kingdom. A wolf is a truly wonderful beast. And you have the audacity to call yourselves wolves? You're sleepers, alright. It is clear to me, that you have lost your edge, gentlemen. Yes, you put on a good show for the cameras, but as far as I'm concerned, you time at the top has made you soft, and your lack of any real competition for those belts have weakened you to such a degree that you resort to making idle threats. Mike and I are willing to kill for those titles, gentlemen. We've proved as such. We are willing to rip you apart, piece by piece, until there is nothing left but our rightful prize. When's the last time you've ever truly hurt someone in the ring? And when's the last time you truly enjoyed it? The wheel has determined that we are to have a Submission Match. That sounds fine. Beating HMark and Moxie at their own game sounds like a fun idea to me. We're coming for you, gentlemen. Good day.
Joel rises, and walks away. Keiko lets loose her giggling, then turns to face the monitor, planting a kiss on the screen on Moxie's cheek, then walks off, giggling. The monitor suddenly falls over, and Mike reveals that he was behind the monitor. Mike smiles, and then follows his friends.
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Maelstrom
AC Slater
The Tide Will Turn!
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Post by Maelstrom on Nov 7, 2006 20:00:59 GMT -5
*Back at ringside and the crowd is excited, smoke rises from the entrance area, as 'Apocalypse Please' begins to play. The crowds excitement turns to hatred. From beneath the smoke Maelstrom arrives. The EWT Heavyweight Title still on his shoulders and a mysterious box in his right hand. He enters the ring and takes up a microphone*
* The crowd begin to chant 'We Won't Turn!', as Maelstrom takes it in, his face showing no pity or concern. The box resting at his feet.*
MAELSTROM: I know you won't.
*The crowd wavers on the odd reply, Maelstrom looks around his audience*
MAELSTROM: Not after last night. Cletus Quinn put up a fight, an unexpected one at that. I commend his guts, power, fortitude and many other talents that I really wasn't ready for ....
*A 'Cletus' chant tries to begin, Maelstrom judges the crowd before cutting them off.*
MAELSTROM: ... but it wasn't enough, was it Cletus?! ... Your new hero of the hour was crushed beneath the ever flowing waves of brutality that brought the EWT Heavyweight Title to me!
Maelstrom smiles knowing he is right, The crowd returns to booing and jeering
MAELSTROM: ... Just like Spaz, Gasoline, Billy and the rest there is no stopping this furious downpour of raw might. As I have told you, the throng, the masses, this is Maelstrom's Era and I intend to hold on to this EWT World Heavyweight Title until my very bones become brittle from the ravages of time.
*Maelstrom raises his hands in praise and looks to the arena ceiling. The crowd continues to hurl abuse at the EWT World Heavyweight champion. Maelstrom returns to the microphone*
MAELSTROM: Now there comes a time when a man should step back and say to himself ... "Is this really a good idea?" ... Cletus you have reached this point. You had your best opportunity at Symphony of Destruction to take my title in a normal match ... but you failed!
*The crowd continues to boo the hell out of Maelstrom, who grins not caring for the crowds opinion*
MAELSTROM: Now the stakes are raised, the rules broken and the tide ever turning.
*Maelstrom opens the box at his feet and reveals its contenst for all to see.*
MAELSTROM: Now there will be Barbed Wire!
*Maelstrom has revealed a roll of barbed wire, the crowd 'oohs' on seeing the destructive wiring.*
MAELSTROM: A barbed wire match Cletus! ... No ring ropes, just lengths of babred wire around the ring. My kind of match!
* the crowd boos*
MAELSTROM: Can't you pathetic krill see what is going to happen? Cletus is going to step into a barbed wire ring with me. I am dangerous on my own, adding barbed wire is pure overkill! ... You people want the barbaric displays, I know this from my earlier careerwhen you cheered me for the carnage and bloodshed I created ... and now you will see it once again.
*Maelstrom boots the roll of barbed wire into the crowd, a scream is heard but Maelstrom is clearly not interested in the fans welfare*
MAELSTROM: Flesh will be sliced up, arms entangled in sharp metal as it cuts deep, and the claret will line the ring like a butchers shop! ... Cletus you call yourself a creepshow! ... well after this match you'll be joining the Freakshow! As the "human Barbed Wire Marionette Puppet!"
Maelstrom hurls the microphone away and leaves the ring to a chorus of boos, and jeers! His Music plays as he holds the EWT World Heavyweight Title up for all to see!
(cut to commercial)
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Post by Chris Decker-The Wild Rover on Nov 7, 2006 21:29:10 GMT -5
*Boys On The Docks hit on the EWT soundstage and "The Professional" Chad Ocean walks out into the EWT Arena with a Micraphone*
Oceans: Toom D made all of us come out to the ring before, so he could show us what kind o f match we had in store for us. I myself have a Last Man Standing Match, with the Masked Man known as Mysth. For you see, a last man standing match is the Kind of Match that makes every single wrestler that compete's in it feel like they are gods among men. You beat the Holy hell out of the other person, untill the other one can not even render a count of 10. thats the kind of match that as wrestler you feel, I've earned That win, I've earned that other persons respect.....Sadly though, after what just transpired before, that win will become tainted. lets look at this.
Ocean: The New Era only a couple of minutes ago, took out what was going to be, my oppenant, in the Last Man Standing Match. Now if Mysth was the kind of guy to deserve it, I'd Give credit where credits due. But New Era, you Crossed the line of respect. the man that you beat, was only trying to keep his tradition of the Mask that he wears with him. and you couldn't even give him that. Your Con men New Era, your theives, your thugs and your the lowest of the low! Their is No Honor among theives, the fact that you act as dispicable as you do, makes a man like me, a TRUE PROFESSIONAL only want to wage war against your kind, here in the EWT. Cause I may have a Last Man Standing Match with Mysth, in which I am coming after him like a rabid dog. But afterwords Mysth if you need a man to be in your corner against these punks, than you know where to find me.
*Boys on The Docks plays as The Professional leaves the ring area*
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Ragnal
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Yanno what they say: All toasters toast El Dandy
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Post by Ragnal on Nov 8, 2006 1:55:07 GMT -5
*High Voltage plays as Mike Ragnal enters the arena, wearing his custom EWT Tri-State title around his waist. He stands atop the ramp, listening to the fans as they cheer him on. As Lillian begins to announce him name, he heads for the ring.*
LILLIAN: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is an Old School Rules match, and it is for the EWT Tri-State Championship! Making his way to the ring first, from "the Electric City" of Scranton, PA, weighing in at 245 lbs...he is the Master of Elemental Disaster, the EWT Tri-State Champion...MIKE! RAGNAAAAAL!
*As Mike slides into the ring, he stands up, unstraps the belt from his waist, and hands it to the referee. He walks over to a corner, climbs it, and raises his arms up as the crowd cheers him on. He climbs off, and lies into the turnbuckles of the corner, as he waits for the new guy.*
*The arena goes dark as the fans all crane toward the entry ramp to take their first look at the newest EWT superstar. Suddenly "Duel Of The Fates" comes over the PA and a lone spotlight shines on a shrouded figure standing on the top of the ramp. A large robe covers him completely, a hood covers his entire head so no one can get a decent look at him. A shower of sparks falls from the ceiling onto the entry way and on top of the new combatant.*
LILLIAN: "And his opponent, from parts unknown, weighing in at 263lbs, Aringhe Rosse!"
*Upon hearing his name Rosse pulls the hood from off of his head to reveal a solid white, expressionless porcelain mask. He slowly walks down the ramp with his arms held out as Mike looks on, trying to figure the man out. Rosse walks up the steps and enters the ring. He walks into the center of the ring and takes his mask off revealing his face, which is painted the same white color and still not displaying any emotion. Rosse takes off his robe and lets it fall to the mat. He slowly turns to face Mike and makes a slow gesture waving gesture, as if to wipe Mike right out of the ring. Rosse backs up into his corner and the bell rings.*
*Mike and Aringhe walk to the ring's center, and Mike extends his arm high to signal for a test of strength. Aringhe extends his arm out to accept the test...the lock up...and Mike immediately shoves Aringhe down to the floor! Not even a try from Aringhe or anything! Mike just looks down at Aringhe as if to ask, "WTF?" Mike picks Aringhe up off the ground, and decides to test him a bit more. Mike whips Aringhe into the ropes, and immediately leaps at him with a seated senton. Mike picks him up again, and hits him with a gutwrench DDT. Mike hoists Aringhe onto his shoulders, spins him over his head, and connects with the RAGNALROK! Mike goes to pin!*
1! 2! 3!
*The bell rings, and Mike stands up over his fallen opponent, a questioning look on his face. As the ref raises his arm in victory, he hands him the Tri-State title. Mike, feeling let down by his opponent, throws his arms up in frustration. He takes one last look at Rosse before shaking his head and leaves the ring.*
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Post by paulpodanski on Nov 8, 2006 2:34:50 GMT -5
And now it's time for the EWT Rewind, brought to you by Slickers, some stupid Candy Bar I guess.
------------------------------ Let the Bodies Hit the Floor starts up as Podanski walks out towards the ring, getting a very nice returning pop from the crowd, as he grins, clad in a white tank top and cut off jean shorts, still sporting the same hobo-like beard of his, still wearing his Drunken Demon Jacket. He hops right onto the ring apron, seeming to be a bit more fit as he enters the ring, looking around the arena for a bit as he signals to be tossed a microphone, someone quickly obliging.
Paul: Yep that's right... I was Happy Hal! Yep... Senor Splash was Smiley Sal!
The crowd quiets down a bit as Podanski says this.
Paul: You see... a few months ago, back before I left, well, ya see guys, I was a mess. I had lost my edge, my nerve, my... Podanski-ness. So I basically dove into a state of denial, after losing my Toolshed Title to Dr. Insaneo, yeah... you thought it was head trauma or some crap didn't ya?! It takes more then a frigging steel pipe to screw up Podanski.I mean, I'm the toughest man in the entire EWT! I'm the Drunken Demon!!!
The crowd cheers lightly in response as Paul says this, the fat man grinning wide as he hears these cheers, folding his arms as he glances back around the arena.
Paul: Then you see, after a few weeks, that... nut case tried to get me to join some kinda Tag Team. Of course, I was so depressed, I decided I had nothing to lose. And yeah, I'll admit, at first... I loved teaming with Splash, we were a dominant machine of a tag team, suffering only two losses in our entire run! Three if you count the count out loss of ours. Deep down inside, I didn't care. I didn't care that I was some mentally insane acting loony who ran around trying to get people to grin. I didn't mind hanging around with that skank and those two hobos. Hell, I didn't mind that I looked like a total and complete jackass!
The crowd laughs lightly as Paul is still looking around the arena.
Paul: But then there was one straw that broke the proverbial camel's back... and that was when that Hootie Hoo! started trying to control me. Nobody... NOBODY controls Paul Podanski.But you see, Dr Vivian didn't know that... so she just kept pushing and pushing my buttons. She kept trying to mold me into some insane little slave of hers... and THAT PISSED ME OFF! But you see, I didn't mind too much, because I knew we we're going to be EWT Tag Team Champions. I knew we were going to rise to the top and take down everyone in our path... and we did just that. Whether it was Two Kewl, the Former Nyrds, Boogie Knights 3000, even psychoapeguy and that Rosebud kid of his, we plowed through each and every opponent! And I was on top of the world.Nobody was gonna keep me down, nobody was gonna deny me those belts! And soon enough, I achieved my goal... and became an EWT Tag Team Champion.
Paul continues looking around the arena, before seeming to look a bit less happy now.
Paul: Then... those Irish Bastards, Team Ireland screwed me and Splash out of the tag team titles! They ruined our chance and gave us the shortest tag team title reign in EWT History! In fact, if they were out here right now, instead of cowering backstage, hiding behind a pint of Guinness, I would tear each and every last member to pieces! And if that wasn't bad enough, despite the fact that Mrs. Anemone knew it wasn't our fault we lost... she screwed us over, well she tried too... and we all saw how that ended.
The crowd cheers as Podanski struts around the ring, soaking it in
Paul: And now, that controlling little Hootie Hoo! is no more than a bald, ugly, and mentally unstable little girl in a woman's body! But you know, it serves you ri...
Just then, Paul is cut off Sunshine and Lollipops as the crowd boos profusely, Dr. Vivian stepping out onto the stage, wearing a Pink Shower Cap over her skull to hide the baldness, not in a good mood at all.
Vivian: Paulie... Paulie... Paulie... it's just sad that you would turn on someone who tried to be your friend. I only wanted what was best for you. You see, I thought of you and Splash as my little boys, my boys who would decimate the entire EWT Tag Team Roster. You knew that if you let me down, I was gonna punish you, so I'm afraid Mister Podanski... that it was your own DAMN FAULT!
Paul scoffs, looking back out at Vivian with a pissed off look.
Paul: Listen her you conniving little Hootie Hoo!, were you WATCHING that match? You saw Team Ireland interfering and costing us the belts?! You saw that we had no way of defending ourselves since you were busy getting a haircut from Ed Leslie. If you had been out here with us... LIKE YOU SHOULD HAVE, then maybe the Squad would still exist. But no, Mystery was WAY more important then the tag team titles, so it's just as much your fault as it was ours.
Vivian looks very angry with these accusations, glaring right at Paul.
Vivian: You rotten young man... I didn't have to babysit you. I thought you two were capable of winning on your own, but I was wrong...
Podanski: YOU STOPPED ACCOMPANYING US ALTOGETHER! You didn't want us to win the belts, you were too busy trying to use us just to make you look better. You didn't even let me drink a single beer... I've been hugin Sober for months! Not to mention you kept us LOCKED in your damn basement like God Damn Animals!!!
Vivian looks startled with this comment.
Podanski: You never cared about us... you just wanted to make yourself look like the Queen of Managers, the person who brought in the Team that beat nearly every single Team in the EWT. We were just puppets with you pulling the strings, then throwing us away when we supposedly failed you. Then you had the nerve to try and attack us... there was no way I was gonna just let you push me around anymore! There was no way I was gonna just let you make me like a total fool.
Vivian growls slightly.
Vivian: I gave you food... I gave you shelter... I let you sleep in my basement, what more did you want?
Paul walks over to the ropes leaning over them
Paul: If you cared about me and Splash truly, then you would've actually treated us like a Tag Team and not like some miserable pair of pets that you could sic on anyone you wanted.
Vivian: Shut your mouth...
Paul: How about the abuse huh? How about beating us just for no reason? How about hitting us with Chair Legs... or smashing our Hands with Ballpoint Hammers, yeah... the crowd never knew about that part of your "Squad" Training did they? How about the starving us so we would do anything you wanted? HOW ABOUT MAKING ME FOOD OUT OF A GOD DAMN DOG'S BOWL?!
Vivian looks absolutely furious now, heading down the ramp quickly.
Vivian: You ungrateful little slob. I took you in, if you didn't want to be taken advantage of, you should've never agreed!
Paul: And you should've never taken advantage of someone in the state of mind I was in!
Anemone eventually just enters the ring, as he glares up at Paul, who glares back down.
Vivian: Paul... I'm an expert on happiology, I was just trying to make you as happy as I could possibly do.
Paul: Yep... which basically for you translates into Torture and Brainwashing.
Vivian has enough now and is about to try and knock Paul's lights out, but suddenly, she instead stops... smiling and patting Paul atop his bald head.
Vivian: You know, you're absolutely right. I should've never have treated you like I did. I should've done FAR Worse!
She gives a disturbingly happy smile as Paul simply reaches out, ripping off the shower cap and revealing Vivian's bald head, as she now looks around with a horrified expression on her face, immediately now assaulting Paul, snatching it back and nailing a blatant low blow kick! She then jumps atop of Podanski's shoulders, now using the cap to literally choke them from behind, Paul desperately gasping for air, reaching behind and eventually throwing Anemone off, looking absolutely pissed. Before either of them can do anything else EWT Security hits the ring, dragging them both away from each other, as the two exchange nasty words... being dragged to the back as we fade to commercial.
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Post by wrath on Nov 8, 2006 10:14:45 GMT -5
*Clown Girl stares down at a camera, dressed in her usual ring attire. With a few changes. Spots are painted all over her body and a large one is painted over her right eye. A pair of floppy ears taped to the sides of her head. Her hands and feet are covered by large furry paws. A tail is attached to back of short shorts. A bright red collar around her neck with chain moving back and forth as she sways her body side to side. Well, she IS going to be in a dog collar match after all*
Clown Girl: Drat! Darn! Fiddlesticks! I was hoping that wheel was going to land on "Crybaby Match"! Maybe next time! ....Hehehehe.
*The camera pans backwards to reveal that she is standing in a dark kennel. Ton of empty cages surrounding her. Mr Bunny standing in the background with his arms folded*
Clown Girl: Ladies and jerks! My first ever match! Against some broad with no hair! ...Neat-o! She hasn't had a really good week. The lady in the mask kicked her around and shaved her aaaaaall her hair off. Then that...uhm....fat lumberjack guy did a lot of mean stuff to her too. Boo-hoo! Happy! Happy! Happiology! Happy Happy Village! Everybody cheer for Clown Girl! Applause! Applause! SCREAM!
*She begins to skip a circle around Mr Bunny, performing some kind of odd dance. Cackling wildly while doing so. Shaking her behind for a moment to get her tail wagging*
Clown Girl: And it seems she used to beat her tag team. How sad. With table legs! And hammers! And she made them eat from dog bowls! ....Which got me to thinkin! Since we're gonna be in a dog collar match....I oughta start thinking like a dog!
*Mr Bunny opens one of the cages and Clown Girl climbs inside. All crammed up, she bites down on the cage bars, talking from the corner of her mouth*
Clown Girl: ...Bone please...
*The bodyguard slides a very jagged bone through the cage doors. It has a few bits of meat on it but looks plenty rotten. She clamps her teeth down on the bone while head butting the the bars a few times. Rocking back in forth inside of her self induced prison. ....Aaaaaand scene!*
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on Nov 8, 2006 11:26:17 GMT -5
* We' re backstage with Mysth training, obviously still suffering from his injuries due to the attack from the New Era. You can see bruises on his body. *
Sum Guy : Hey ! I' m Sum Guy and I' m with someone unlucky today...
Mysth : ... ( just what I needed : that psycho coming to interview me when I wanted to be left alone... couldn' t I at least get Candy Girl ? ). Hi, Sum... I suppose you' re here to talk about my match against Chad Ocean, right ?
Sum Guy : Heh heh, you guessed right. You' re aware that the wheel made you have a Last Man Standing Match, so I' ve got to ask you the question which must be on everyone' s lips : Do you feel ready to face Chad Ocean in such a merciless match, although you may not be in the best physical condition after what happened on Eye Of The Storm ?
Mysth : Well, sure, it' s not gonna be easy. As you said, after what happened a few days ago, the bets certainly aren' t on me, plus Chad Ocean never wrestled in EWT, and I can' t know what to expect. But, I trained a lot to master my own body and be able to use it fully even when I' m being aweakened. I know my weaknesses, I know my strong points, and this will help me to do my best in the ring. No, the real problem isn' t my physical condition. You see, the real problem is that I' ve got a lot of respect for guys like him. This man has spent his whole life working for other people. Day after day, he sacrificed his body for OUR own comfort, and only a few people gave a damn about that, and prefered pointing at him when something didn' t go as well as they expected; So you see, it hurts that I have to face him, not to mention that it' s in a Last Man Standing Match, were there' s no room for luck or mistakes. All what Chad said was true. All, but one thing : Chad, I' m sorry, it' s not personnal, but I can' t let you win this match, and no matter how much I respect you, I won' t go half way...
But you know what, Sum ? This match is not even what' s more in my mind. For now... I' m thinking about getting my revenge over a certain JERK, who backstabs me for no other reason than the fact that I refuse to be a SLAVE, and wants to teach me things although he can' t handle the matches he is into !! And Unreal, I tell you this : next time we meet, at the very moment we see each other, you' d better get ready to get one holy hell of a payback, because Mysth never lets someone betraying him without making him PAY !! "
* Mysth leaves the locker room. *
Sum Guy : Were are you going ?
Mysth : Getting myself psychologically prepared... alone...
* Fades away. *
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Post by B.A. on Nov 8, 2006 12:24:31 GMT -5
*Eddie is backstage with cole*
Cole: So eddie, on your birthday, what are you going to be doing?
Eddie: What I do best! And thats..........., that's sleep!
*audience laughs*
What? you thought that since I'm now outta college, im going to go to work? Not only do I have a good career in wrestling going on, I sense now that in order to push myself, Im gonna have to be more..how you say, intelligent in the ring, with more finesse, more talent. There's good people coming up, and as of right now I'm concentrating on me. Hell, you know how much sleep I lost while waking up to just listen to teachers who piss me off?
And with that said, *eddie picks up a pillow* I'm off to sleep in the lounge.
Cole: Eddie Omega ladies and gentleman!
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Post by Rick Raskall on Nov 8, 2006 16:05:05 GMT -5
Marcus Trunk is doing crunches in the locker room as Rick Raskall enters.Raskall: Hey Trunk, I found a DVD with one of those Escalator matches on it. It's that Rebirth show from a year ago. Remember that one? Trunk: Rebirth? Yeah, I remember Rebirth. Remember when me and Mr. Big nearly killed each other in that Scaffold Tables Match? That's not a memory that just goes away. Raskall: Hey big guy, you pulled off one of the most awesome feats I've ever seen in a wrestling ring. And yet you're still competing and kicking ass in the ring. I'd call that a hell of an accomplishment. Now let's watch that Escalator match. Raskall puts the DVD in the player. The title screen reads:[glow=red,2,300]EWT[/glow] [glow=red, 2,300]REBIRTH[/glow]
TOOM E. DANGEROUSLY RETURNS AND IS HE EVER IN A FOUL MOOD Raskall goes to the options menu and selects ESCALATOR MATCH FOR TRI-STATE CHAMPIONSHIP: MAELSTROM VS. CHANCE CONFIDENCE.Raskall: Here we are. Time to find out what we're in for. *We see that in the ring is a huge escalator and at the top of the slow-moving steps is the Tri-State Title Belt, a ref stands by waiting to see who will reach it first, while a technician mans the controls for it at its base.*Raskall: They actually managed to fit a whole damn escalator in that ring? Who did they get to move it in there? It's not like you can fit a semi in the arena or anything. *LILLIAN: ... making his way from the Aquarium ... he weighs in the region of 300 pounds .... he is the current EWT Tri-State Champion ... he is Maelstrom!!
Maelstrom appears from behind the cloud of smoke and heads to the ring with the crowd chanting his name. Chance watches the champion carefully as he enters the ring to a loud cheer.*Raskall: Wait a minute, people used to like this guy? I mean, I've never met him, and I'm pretty sure we didn't deal with him a year ago, but people are pretty pissed off at him nowadays. *Maelstrom grabs Chance and smashes his head into the apron a few times and then lifts him up on his shoulders ... Maelstrom is going to ram Chance head first into the ring post! .. Wait Chance has slipped out of the hold and pushes Maelstrom into the post instead .. Maelstrom holds his head as he groggily turns around to face Chance ... CHAIRSHOT!!*Trunk: "Here, take a seat!" *Maelstrom is stirring outside the ring he's next to the Escalator, blood flowing from his head ... Chair shot to the Escalator controls!*Raskall: I guess it's true: Metal does make you angry. *DOUBLE HEADBUTT! .. the two men nailed each other with the same move and both men roll down the Escalator steps ...*Trunk: Everyone knows it's Slinky (tm)! Raskall bursts out laughing.*Maelstrom puts his foot up and catches Chance on the chin! ... both men are down! .. and here comes a technician at last ..*Raskall: And at last, they've got the man to fix the job. Granted, it's the guy who changes the toilet paper rolls, but it's an emergency and time is short. *Suddenly, some sparks fly out from the control area...The Escalator is now in reverse!*Trunk: Guess it's back to the crapper for him. *Chance sensing a victory goes to the top rope again! ... CONFIDENCE BOOSTER!Raskall: And wait for it, wait for it... *JESSE: This one is over .. no-one gets up from the Confidence Booster, say hello to your new Tri-State champion Ross ...*Raskall: There it is! Maelstrom's winning this one. *Suddenly Maelstrom 's hand grabs Chance's throat .. Chance struggles as Maelstrom slowly gets to his feet ... CHOKESLAM-wait no reversal into a neckbreaker by Chance! ... Chance gets up and heads to the escalator ... but Maelstrom is also struggling to his feet ... Chance is on the escalator, Maelstrom follows .. the two brawl as they ride the escalator to the top ... Both men are at the top within easy reach of the title ... Maelstrom blocks a punch ... kick to the gut ... Maelstrom sets up Chance for the Whirlpool .. but Chance is fighting it ... but to no avail ... WHIRLPOOL!! .. Maelstrom turns to the belt and takes it ...
Bell Rings
LILLIAN: Your Winner .... and still EWT Tri-State Champion! ... MAELSTROM!*Raskall: Aaaaand I called it. So wat did you think, Trunk? Trunk is pretending to snore.Trunk: Huh, wha? Sorry, but that match bored me to death. Raskall: I know, me too. That's why, when we win those tag team titles this week, we're gonna make that Escalator match something to remember! Trunk: Damn right! Raskall: Come on, let go hit a bar or something. Trunk: No, I'm gonna stay here for awhile. Raskall: Sure, whatever you want. I'm going out. Raskall exits, leaving Trunk behind. Trunk grabs the DVD remote and goes back to the menu's match options, stopping at SCAFFOLD TABLES MATCH: MR. BIG & EN BUNK VS. VIRUS & MARCUS TRUNK. He selects this match, and sits in the dark, watching in stone-faced silence...
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Post by teamireland on Nov 8, 2006 19:11:34 GMT -5
*Marisol Kaneshall is standing outside Team Ireland's locker-room at the EWT Arena.* Marisol: I was sent to get a comment from Team Ireland on their title victory & their forst defense, but there hasn't been any sign of Team Ireland since they won the EWT World Tag-Team titles at Symphony of Destruction this past Sunday.
*Some extremely loud, off-key & incomprehensible singing is heard as Team Ireland walk into the frame. All members are clad in their usual Team Ireland shirts, O'Hare is carrying his hurley & everyone has an alcoholic beverage of some variety at hand. Shane Malone is carrying a keg of Guinness on his shoulder.* O'Hare:[To Marisol] Marissa! Good to see ya! Marisol: It's Marisol... O'Hare:[Still to Marissa] Jimmy, I suppose you're here to get a few comments on... *BELCH* Team Ireland's title victory. Marisol: Well, that and the unveiling of The Sunshine Squad as Senor Splash & Paul Podanski. O'Hare:...
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*Sean McCann yells drunkenly & loudly* McCann:TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONS! YEEEEE-OOOOO!
*The off-key singing starts again as all Team Ireland members enter the locker-room leaving Marisol more baffled than usual.*
Commercial Break...
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Curly Long
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Post by Curly Long on Nov 8, 2006 19:55:29 GMT -5
We go backstage to find Curly Long sitting on his couch in his office that still stands next to Toomi's Office. Mr. Big is not in the room as Maria approaches for an interview
MARIA: Hello everybody, I'm Maria and I have an interview .. hurray!
Curly looks up from what he is doing and on seeing Maria rubs his bald little head clean and smiles, the gap in his teeth still visible. Maria however is oblivious (to Curly's charm or ugliness I don't know, you decide)
MARIA: Mr. Long, Mr. Long recently a man known as Ultimo Chocula had some nasty things to say about you
CURLY: He did? ... I'm sure there not as nasty as my current thoughts! Oh and Curly is the name ....
Curly Looks Maria up and down, mostly up. Maria continues smiling at her guest
MARIA: He said you were burying him, but Curly I don't see a shovel?
CURLY: Oh Maria you sweet innocent ... inaudible but obviously dirty word ... he didn't mean it literally, he meant I'm trying to hold him down ....
MARIA: Like with weights?
CURLY: No, more like his win-loss record, but you see Maria I didn't need to, Ultimo is quite capable of holding himself at a mud-chewing level ... Sure he may have got a win at Symphony of Destruction, but it was over that idiot Raskall ... Hell I beat that guy last year! ...
MARIA: But ... Ultimo claims to be a new man, heading for the moon ... so shiny and pretty, do you like the moon Curly?
CURLY: Not really, you see Maria going to the moon isn't that special, afterall it's just a giant rock ... but Ultimo Chocula is just a pebble, sure he can shine himself up real good, look real nice for the fans, but at the end of the day ... it's still a pebble! ... Now I'm more than that, I have not got stuck, I have grown in stature ...
MARIA: But your so small?
CURLY: Figure of speech ... everything Ultimo has done I have achieved! ... He won the tag titles, so have I .... He hosted his own TV Show, I hosted the Harlot Hunt ... He had Terri in his grasp, I had ....
MARIA: A monkey in a closet?
CURLY: WHY! ... Why remind everyone of that, it was dark! ... She was my size a little hairy how was I supposed to know! ... Look! the only thing 'new' about Ultimo Chocula is how myself and Big are going to kick his backside black and blue from hear to nebraska! ... and if those two tag team rejects Raskall and Trunk want to interfere in the Midget King's affairs then we'll deal with those two at the same time.
Mr. Big walks in and Maria holds out the microphone, Mr. Big ignores this and whispers something to Curly Long, his eyes go wide with shock and then anger!
CURLY: WHAT! ... Your kidding ... Catch the Midget!! and I suppose that little person would be me?
Big nods
CURLY: Dammit, Two Kewl I don't know your style too well, I don't know your first names, hell I don't even know your sexual preference ... what I do know is that catching me will take all night long and be very, very hard! ... ask any girl back stage they can vouch for it, right Maria?
Maria grins, and then shakes her head as if ashamed of something, she just thought of. Curly grins knowingly. Mr. Big shakes his head in disbelief, he takes the microphone.
MR. BIG: .... DAMM!
CURLY: You said it big guy ... heh.
Curly and Big leave there office, and head to the canteen area.
(fade out)
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Post by HMARK Center on Nov 9, 2006 1:00:32 GMT -5
<The cameras show HMark in the back in training attire. His left shoulder/arm is bandaged for all to see, but he's seen crouched down, stretching his legs. He turns a bit, trying to reach his left arm out, testing it...>
HMark: <hissing in pain and wincing> Sssss...aaaaaah...<rubs arm>
<A boot enters the frame, and, as HMark stands, it's revealed as Moxie>
Mox: You can't be serious.
HM: What? We're on the match board.
Mox: Um, not sure if you noticed, but, um- <indicates towards HMark's injured arm>
HM: Nothing.
Mox: That's what you said last time.
HM: <sighs> Ok. Not "nothing." But I'm not passing this chance up. Yo, Auraelia!
Aurae: Hold on!
<She enters the frame, clearly having been training as well, with a couple bottles of water, one for herself, but what's clearly a bottle of something like Tylenol for HMark>
Mox: You're not taking those right before the match?
HM: Hell no, we've got some time. But stop worrying about me; I heard what you said yourself after the show. Those little a**holes called down the thunder, and now they've got to answer for it. We go in, do what we do best, and then gear up for Team Ireland.
<Mox just shakes his head and looks away, as Auraelia taps HMark on the shoulder>
Aurae: ...I know you don't really think it's going to be that easy.
HM: <putting his hands on her shoulders> But I'm going to make it easy. I've snapped bigger men in two before. You, though, have your own troubles to worry about. You remember what we talked about, right?
Aurae: Of course; stay grounded, then the heavy artillery, then-
HM: Good, good, I can tell you've got it. You weren't one of my top graduates for nothing. <smiles> You're gonna make us proud when that match comes.
<Auraelia begins to blush, but with pride>
Mox: <coughs, pretending to clear his throat>
HM: <turning, a bit sarcastically> Yes?
Mox: Not that I don't agree with you, <looks to Auraelia> and you know we'll both be behind you when the time comes, but let's get this gameplan straight for this match. It's Submissions; but that means anything goes, too, so long as someone taps at the end.
HM: They want to beat us at our own game, let them. Wrestling 101, Moxie; they clearly never finished that course.
Mox: You may be right. <gives HMark a reassuring slap on his good shoulder> Let's do this. <HMark and Auraelia walk off, but Moxie hangs back for one second, a look of contemplation on his face. His eyebrows raise, and he walks off camera for a second, but returns...brandishing a kendo stick>
Mox: Little extra credit might not hurt.
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Post by The Line on Nov 9, 2006 1:37:08 GMT -5
Fade to a Video package for Insecticidal Andy Duke The Camera catches Duke, alone in the ring, in am empty EWT arena. He is sitting.As he talks, clips of the toolshed free for all ocasionally playDuke: Last time you saw me, I was nothing but happiness. I was all smiles, but then I realized how much Life just sucks. I was in the final 4 of the toolshed free for all. I tied for most eliminations. I got screwed. And did I get a title match this week? NO! Did I get a chance to get my revenge on Marcus Saxton? Hell No! What did I get? A throw away match with a stupid added on stipulation! Why? Because everyone is afraid of me? People in charge think if I gain too much succsess, I'll be the next Brock Lesnar, and leave company high and dry. So what do they do? They Hold Me BACK! Well, from now on, Andy Duke plays by no one's rules! If you stand in my way, you'll get hurt. IF IT FLIES, IT DIES, MUTHA F***A!
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