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Post by Ultimo Chocula on Jan 10, 2007 18:21:07 GMT -5
(We come back from commercial and we see Crauswell, the OX Division Title draped over his shoulder, taking a seat in front of a TV displaying the ring. Over the TV we hear the bell ring and we go to live action as Crauswell strokes his beak.)
Lillian: "This match is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first, from Los Angeles California, weighing in at 225lbs, he is the number one contender for the OX Division title........................Cassinova!"
("Square Dance comes on and Cassinova walks out from the back. He's totally ignoring the jeers from the crowd, concentrating more on scanning the seats for a possible fling after the match. He enters the ring and smiles arrogantly toward Lillian before giving a "look at me" type gesture directed toward the crowd.)
Lillian: "And his opponent, from Portland Oregon, weighing in at 232lbs.....................Ultimo Chocula!"
(From the side of the ramp we see The Daryl Dragon set up at a Casio keyboard and PsyToni Tennille holding one of those microphones with the long skinny handles doing an AM radio version of "Poor And Weird". UC slides out onto the ramp on his knees and his arms out making quite the grand entrance. The crowd perks up and cheers him on as UC runs down the ramp and rolls into the ring. He makes Cassinova get out of his way as he jumps up on the turnbuckles and says hello to the fans. Suddenly Cassinova jumps UC from behind, not waiting for him to take off his ring jacket, wailing on him with a series of forearms that catches everyone off guard and the bell rings to start this thing proper.
Cassinova gives UC a couple of forearm shots to the face and sends him into the ropes and connects with a spinning elbow. Cassinova body slams UC in the center of the ring, stands at UC's head, and fluffs his hair. He then hits the ropes and goes for an elbow drop but UC rolls out of the way. Cassinova lands with a thud and staggers up. UC is there to pay Cassinova back and he peppers him with a series of fists to the mug. UC sends Cassinova hard into the buckles and charges in, hitting him with a shoulder block to the gut. Cassinova staggers out bent over and UC hops up on the second turnbuckle, leaps, and decks Cassinova in the back of the head with a drop kick. UC reaches down and rips off Cassinova's doo rag, blows his nose with it, and throws it down in his face as the crowd laffs. Cassinova, on the other hand, doesn't think it's funny and gives UC a good ol' fashioned thumb to the eye. UC staggers around half blind and Cassinova locks in a side headlock. UC pushes Cassinova into the ropes and shoulder blocks him down to the mat on the rebound. UC hits the adjacent ropes, leaps over Cassinova, and hits him with a cross body as Cassinova stands up. UC rolls off of Cassinova, hits him with an armdrag, and locks in an armbar. Cassinova gets up and hiptosses out of the hold and gets UC back into a side head lock. UC tries to push off again but Cassinova has a hand full of hair and won't let go. UC tries again to shove Cassinova off but he grabs the hair for the second time and keeps the headlock applied. Cassinova laughs to himself about how oh so smart he is and is completely caught off guard when UC back suplexes him. Cassinova staggers up but he gets a running dropkick right in the chest and he rolls out of the ring to shake it off. Apparently he's never seen a UC match before because when he turns around...............CANNONBALL RUN! Cassinova is laid out on the outside and UC hops up on the guard rail to ask the crowd who the man is.
UC throws Cassinova back in the ring, pulls his kneepad down, and DeMento knee drops him and covers.
1.................. 2.....................
Kickout. UC snap suplexes Cassinova, hits the ropes, and nails him with a quick leg drop. Another cover.
1................ 2...................
Kickout again. UC winds up the arm and digs his elbow right into Cassinova's shoulder, putting him down on his knees. Cassinova struggles but eventually manages to roll over onto his back and kick UC away from him, breaking the hold. UC doesn't hesitate and punches Cassinova, sends him into the ropes and goes for a drop kick but Cassinova holds the top rope sending UC crashing down on his back. Cassinova rolls UC up and puts his feet on the ropes for leverage.
1............... 2..............
Kickout by UC. The two men get up and begin to trade punches in the center of the ring until Cassinova knee lifts UC, sends him into the ropes, and hits a drop toe hold. Quickly Cassinova jumps onto UC's back and hits the California Sunset. He hooks the leg.
1................... 2......................
Kickout. Cassinova punches away on UC's head while he's down and hits a jumping leg drop. Cassinova then sends UC into the buckles and charges in, hits the Climb Up Kick, and puts UC down to the mat with a hurricanrana, hooking the legs.
1................... 2......................
Kickout again. Cassinova hits the ropes but suddenly stops and looks out into the crowd. There, in the fourth row, he sees somebody wearing a Crauswell mask and Cassinova gets a strange look on his face. He shrugs it off and runs at UC again but UC rolls out of the way of a leg drop and Cassinova lands right on his tuckus. Cassinova gets up holding his behindus and turns to get nailed with a spinning heel kick by UC. UC covers.
1................. 2.....................
Kickout. Cassinova crawls over to the ropes and tries to beg off UC but UC comes in and grabs Cassinova's head. Suddenly Cassinova grabs the front of UC's tights and pulls him so he flies through the middle ropes and down to the outside. Apparently UC hasn't seen too many of Cassinova's matches either because when he gets up......................CALIFORNIA SUNRISE! The crowd boos the grinning Cassinova as he throws UC back into the ring and crawls in himself, and covers.
1................. 2....................
Shoulder up. Cassinova gets UC in a front face lock and yells out "DDT!" but suddenly he looks out into the crowd and in different part of the arena he sees another Crauswell mask. He looks on in bewilderment when from out of nowhere UC hits a Northern Lights Suplex.
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Kickout. Cassinova realizes he's lost his concentration and tries to get back on top. He throws a punch but UC blocks it and blasts Cassinva in the mush. He tries again, same result. Same deal again. UC throws Cassinova into the ropes and gives him a back body drop followed by a Muta elbow. Cassinova staggers up but he gets a Ghetto Blaster and he goes right back down again. UC hits the ropes, stomps on Cassinova's stomach on the way over, and hits a Lionsault.
1............. 2..................
Cassinova kicks out. UC sends Cassinova into the ropes but he gets reversed. Cassinova leap frogs over UC and hits the ropes himself. UC stops his momentum and sees Cassinova coming so he ducks. Cassinova sees this and jumps up right as UC bends buck up again and hits the 323. UC falls to the mat as Cassinova stands on the ring apron and signals for the Head Trauma. Suddenly he looks into the crowd and he sees another Crauswell mask. He looks over to the right and he sees three more fans in Crauswell masks. He looks over to the left and there's six more fans all wearing the mask as well. As he continues to look around the arena he sees more Crauswell masks and he gets seriously bugged. He sees UC standing and he goes for the springboard but as he turns UC dodges out of the way sending Cassinova crashing stomach first onto the mat. Cassinova stands up just as UC hits the ropes and blasts him with an unloaded Crowning Achievement. UC picks Cassinova up by the hair, makes the throat slashing motion, and hits the Sugar Fix. He covers.
1................... 2................................. 3!
Lillian: "Here is your winner.......................Ultimo Chocula!"
(UC gets up holding the back of his head as the ref holds his other arm up in victory. The Captain and Tennille croak out their lame ass version of "Poor And Weird" again as UC mounts the turnbuckles to egg on the fans as Cassinova lays flat out on the mat. As all this is going on the cameras go back to Crauswell sitting in his chair and reflecting on the whole ordeal, laughing to himself.)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2007 22:34:08 GMT -5
*Scene shifts backstage. Mean Gene is with TJT.*
Mean Gene: "And I'm here with TJT, fresh from their victory against the Zephyr Brothers. Any words for the tag division, before our next match?"
Terina: "What Jimmy and Jason just did to those two losers is just a taste of what we have in store for all of you, especially you, Team Ire--
Thunder: "Whoawhoawhoawhoa, let's save that speech for when....we.....um--"
Jupiter: "Finish training, of course. We're still getting used to our new environment. That doesn't mean we're not ready to fight, but we want to be at our best!"
Thunder: "What my main man Jason said. I mean, really. We're great, but everyone needs some time, am I not right?"
Jupiter: "Damn stright, Jim."
Mean Gene: "Sorry to interrupt, but how do you plan on getting the tag titles? Team Ireland's got a firm grip on them, and don't seem to be ready to let go!"
Terina: "Oh, my boys'll get the titles, alright."
Jupiter: "And you can bet every single hair on your balding, insignifigant head that we'll win them!"
Thunder: "Maybe not now, but definitely later, the gold will be around the waists of Jimmy Thunder!--"
Jupiter: "And Jason Jupiter!"
Thunder: "Now to celebrate our victorious debut. Heh, Jupiter, Terina, you two ready for a night on the town?"
Terina: "Yes!"
Jupiter: "Hell yeah! I call shotgun!"
*The trio leaves, their voices trailing off as they say something about celebrating.*
Mean Gene*looking a little nervous.*: "And...that's the newest tag team in EWT, TJT."
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Always and Forever, Hurricane.
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Post by Boku AKA Da Green Guy on Jan 10, 2007 23:22:42 GMT -5
*Backstage; The J & A watching a monitor*
Axel: Can you believe those knock-offs got a match before us?
Jobby: Knock-offs? Of what?
Axel: ...I don't know, but I'm sure I've seen someone else act like them!
Jobby: Aren't they from California like you?
Axel: Shut up Jay.
Jobby: Jeez, just trying to help.
Axel: Anyways, you ready for our debut?
Jobby: Born ready!
Axel: You know our moves right?
Jobby: Yep!
Axel: Good.
*pause*
Axel: We've....never actually been in the ring with each before haven't we?
Jobby: No. Why do you ask?
Axel: ...Ah...
*Axel looks at Jobby, his glasses not hiding his worried look*
Axel: It's nothing... But... How... Ah....Are we going to be able to be tag champs if we don't have experience with each other in the ring?
Jobby: We're the best of friends! We already have chemistry! After all, we lived in the same place for a month. That should enable to be guys like F.O.G., JTJ, Raskall & Trunks, and Team Ireland.
*Axel sinks lower into depression with every name*
Axel: Yeah...sure....
Jobby: I'm going to go get some Pop Rocks, you want some?
Axel: ...Yeah, get me a Pepsi too.
*Jobby's face turns into shock*
Jobby: I'M GETTING YOU A WATER! DON'T YOU KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF YOU MIX THOSE TWO?!
*Jobby walks away; Sum Guy walks up to Axel*
SG: So...
*Axel glares at him*
Axel: Go away.
*Sum Guy craps himself*
SG: Sure thing...
*fade into commerial*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Jan 11, 2007 6:04:18 GMT -5
*A message scrolls across the screen & it reads......*
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Post by Rick Raskall on Jan 11, 2007 13:11:03 GMT -5
Raskall and Trunk are, once again, in the trainer's room, being bandaged up and taken care of after another hellacious match with Team Ireland.
Raskall: You know, they say "Third time's the charm". And I don't exactly feel charmed right now. That's our third shot at Team Ireland. I don't know if Curly and Big are in cahoots with these guys or not, but they seem pretty intent on keeping us away from those belts. And if that wasn't enough, Ultimo Chocula has to get in our way again.
Trunk: I was at the top of that ladder. I was practically touching the gold.
Raskall: Why can't Ultimo mind his own damn business? We could've taken care of Curly and Big by ourselves, but nooooo. Ultimo and his hat fetish sidekick have to screw everything up.
A nearby television is showing this week's broadcast of EWT. It shows TJT winning their debut match.
Raskall: And to top it all off, we've got these guys. Yet another couple of wannabe stars. That really grinds my nuts. I'M the original Hollywood Playboy in EWT! ME!
Raskall grunts in pain as he overexerted himself there.
Raskall: When we finally get our hands on those tag titles, get rid of Curly and Big, and put Chockie and Hat Boy in their place, our top priority will be to get rid of these posers.
Trunk: So they took out a couple of vanilla midgets. Big deal. I could take them both by myself.
Raskall: Yeah, easily. But it'll wait. When we become EWT Tag Team Champions, then we can have our way with TJT. And maybe I could have my way with Terina. Alriiiight...
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Post by Marksus on Jan 11, 2007 15:56:07 GMT -5
Gary Michael Cappeta steps into the ring. The next match is scheduled for one fall or a 20 minute time limit. In the ring at this time Bart ‘Hammer’ Gunn and C.W. Anderson; The Midnight Horsemen. and their opponents…Click formusicMultiple Counts of Murder screams through the arena. Making his way to the ring, Half of The Rock n’ Pop Duet, weighing in at 285lbs, The Deathrash Icon…Muuutilated.The red lights search out the monstrous form of Mutilated as he stalks to the ring grunting his cries of war. “Oh baby baby, how was I supposed to know…” Click for music…shatters the darkness as Benz skips out, ducking under Mutilated outstretched arms as he salutes his fans. I got this Mutie calls Benz as he dives into the crowd ‘accidentally’ groping the MILF’s he lands on. Mutilated stares at his adversaries as he nears the ring, Benz is busy chatting to the fat chicks in the front row. The Horsemen lean over the ropes challenging Mutilated. In one fluid motion Mutilated snatches up Benz and throws him over the top rope onto the MH. Mutilated quickly leaps into the ring as C.W catches Benz in a spinebuster, ref Travis Duncan keeps the Metal Warrior out of the ring. Gunn and Anderson use frequent tags to beat down Benz, goading Mutilated into the ring allowing double teams behind the distracted ref’s back. Eventually Benz slips out of an Anderson fireman’s carry forcing CW forward into the ropes then rolling up the Enforcer. An easy kickout frees Anderson who is met with a mule kick then locked into an overhand chinlock. Benz flips up and over bringing CW down into a backcracker.Both men are down as their partners clamour for the tag. Anderson reaches the former Bart Gunn, as the crowd cheers Benz to the tag. Mutilated storms the ring flattening his foes with big boots and clotheslines. Left alone in the ring with Gunn The bigger man takes control. Bart is slammed to the mat as Benz leaps onto his partner shoulders and is driven down in a powerbomb crushing Gunn lying prone below. CW attempts to re-enter the action as Benz knocks him off the apron with a perfect heel kick. Benz runs the ropes and leaps onto Mutilated and is launched over the top rope in a back body drop over the top rope. Benz flips into a Senton bomb flattening Anderson at ringside. A death growl rattles through Mutilated as the crowd echoes his celebration. Gunn meets Mutilated with a big left knocking him to the mat. The Horseman goes for the tag but realises his partner is out for the count turns his attention to his now rising enemy. A cowboy boot to the temple slows Mutilated’s recovery, the following bulldog and leg drop does little to slow down The Bald Headbanger. As Gunn runs the ropes Benz slides in the ring and hits a J-low blow behind the ref’s back. Gunn turns towards his attacker as Mutilated clamps his hands around his neck, Bart is lifted high into the air. 1 2 the ref starts a five count. Then swung down in a side choke bomb, cover The ref is busy ushering Benz to his corner and misses the pin attempt. This distraction allows C.W. to hit the Anderson right on Muti, breaking the hold. Gunn makes the tag. The ECW alumnus storms the ring rocking the bigger man with kicks to his knee demonstrating the Anderson style. A desperation chokeslam allows Mutilated to make the tag, despite C.W’s attempt to stop him. Benz drops to the floor choking Anderson on the top rope. He leaps onto the apron at hits a springboard dropkick. A dazed Anderson levelled with sliced bread #2 and left flat on the canvas. Benz climbs to the top rope and flies off with a leg drop. 1-2- Gunn breaks the count. Clothesline from Hell flattens Gunn, who is knocked out of the ring and the match. C.C. is hit with The Ribspreader (press backcracker) as the crowd pops realising this is RPD finishing sequence. Mutilated leaves the ring as Benz climbs to the top. Instead of hitting his Down n’ Dirrty 630 splash he leaps onto ‘Hammer’ at ringside. Mutilated leaps into the ring and meets the rising Anderson locking in the BDG. Anderson is slammed to the mat on a STO then locked down his head and arm twisted beyond human angles. C.W. reaches for the ropes, trying to escape. The ref calls for the bell, the match is over. The winners… … The Rock n’ Pop Duet…
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Post by xombiehiphop on Jan 11, 2007 17:17:39 GMT -5
-The scene opens on a shadow street corner which is illuminated by a single street light overhead that constantly flicks on and off. Leaving us at times in utter darkness. The gloomy Nine Inch Nails tune "La Mer" can be heard playing faintly in the background. A trio of figures are positioned underneath the light, the three of them slowly turning their attentions to the camera, all of them having far gone looks in their eyes..-
Ghost Face: ..No prescription..can subside..this affliction..
Corpse: ..The EWT..is twitching cadaver..
Wraith: ..And no Haitian voodoo..no headless chickens..no Ouija boards..can save it..
Ghost Face: ..But we don't intend to..
-Wide, disturbing grins creeping across their pale faces..-
Ghost Face: ..No, we want to taste it's decay right on our lips..
Corpse: ..Dig in deep and let the maggots crawl around our fingers..
Wraith: ..And take the Ti Bon Ange..of everyone we face..
-The light abruptly cuts off and our scene comes to it's end-
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Post by The Player Haters on Jan 12, 2007 7:01:31 GMT -5
**********WARNING**********
The following contains footage features hating performed by professional haters. None of what you are about to see should be duplicated by you or your mark-ass mark and punk b**** friends.
(Random Night Club)
Three men--two African Americans and one Caucasian--are shown seated wearing pin-striped suits, fedoras and bowler hats, fur coats and beautiful women--2 per hater--at their sides. The groups leader looks to the camera and begins to speak.
Man #1: "Greeting wrestling aficionados and welcome to the world of the Haters. My name is Glitz Avery--OPH "Original Player Hater".
(GA looks to the larger black man on his left)
GA: "This "not so jolly giant" is the "Chocolate Colossus" Dymondback."
(GA looks to his right at the light skinned man)
GA: "And this pale skinned bastard is Albino Tyrone."
(GA looks back at the camera)
GA: "What is there to know about us? Simple: We hate everything of all things. We hate the rich, we hate the poor, we hate the middleclass."
DB: "We hate johns, b****s, john-ass b****s, b****-ass johns, pimps...
AT: "We hate days when it rains, we hate days when it's sunny, we hate sunsets, sunrises, high noon...
DB: "We hate white people, black people, asians, hispanics, europeans; if you live on this planet, we hate you."
AT: "We hate movies, books, comics, internet, video games, cars...
GA: "Hell, we even hate other. Because that's what a player hater is. It doesn't matter who, it doesn't matter why, we just hate for the sake of hating. And when we come to foundation of EWT, the world will know that hate isn't a hobby or an artform of any sorts... but a way of life. Take notice playas, cause the haters are coming. And remember these words...
Don't love... Don't hate..."
All three: "PLAYA HATE!!!"
The Player Haters... coming soon to EWT.
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Post by Banned Member on Jan 12, 2007 11:40:12 GMT -5
*Jimmy Wang Yang is in the ring. Awaiting his opponent Tatanka, but the lights go out, and the red, and black smoke starts to raise, and then the pyro goes off as The Monster Loose starts to hit into full gear, and Jimmy has a look of worry on his face as Merc makes his way down to the ring with his two blurred out title belts. Not taking his eyes off Jimmy. Merc gets into the ring, and takes the mic from the announcer as the music dies down.*
Merc: Well Jimmy I'm afraid your opponent for tonight will be me. You see Tatanka had an unexpected loss of blood. Mainly I bashed his head in with a chair, and my reasoning for that. Well I was bored, and I needed something to do. So I decided what better way to kick some ass then to come beat the hell out of a Asian redneck. I mean come on who comes up with this crap? Now ref if you will so kindly ring the bell.
*Merc takes off the title belt he is wearing, and then takes off his jacket. Merc hands them to the ringside valet, and delivers some inaudible instructions to her. Merc than turns, and walks to the center of the ring, and looks down at Jimmy.*
*Merc, and Jimmy lock up, and Merc pushes Jimmy down like nothing. Jimmy gets back up, and the two lock up again, and once again Merc pushes Jimmy down. Yang gets up, and charges at Merc, and goes for a shoulder block, but is caught with a hard clothes line. Merc picks up Yang off the mat, and sends him to the ropes, and hits a stiff looking spine buster. Yang withers in pain on the mat as Merc drops several elbows on to Yangs chest. Merc then proceeds to pick up Yang, and hit him with a heart punch. Yang falls to the mat in a heap, and Merc stomps on Yangs head a few times.*
*Merc takes a few to acknowledge the fans chanting his name.*
*Yang slowly gets up, and seeing that Merc is not paying attention to him. Yang quickly hits Merc with a drop kick to the back sending Merc to the floor. Yang follows behind, and clubs Merc a few times in the back. Yang goes to Irish whip Merc into the steps, but Merc quickly reverses it, and sends Jimmy crashing into the steps shoulder first. Yang lies there, and Merc gets the sadistic grin on his face. Merc picks Yang up for a suplex, but instead hits Yang with the Mercenary Drop onto the steel stairs busting Yang open. Merc laughs a little at the sight of this before picking Yang up, and rolling him back in the ring. Merc gets back in the ring, and then picks up the barley conscious Yang, and drags him to the corner. Merc gets on the top, and brings Yang up. Merc sets Yang up, and than hits the Round Up. Merc covers for the three. Merc gets up, and asks for the mic again.*
Merc: You see this EWT!!!! Huh!!!!! Thats right Merc is back, and in charge once again, and what I did to Yang boy here is minor compared to what I'm going to do to the EWT roster! Because as my music says The Monster is Loose, and you all will feel when I hit you with everything I have!!!!
*Mercs theme hits as he throws the mic aside, and walks out of the ring, and to the back.*
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2007 11:23:19 GMT -5
*Scene shifts to the stage. The Jaguar arrives while "Livin' Like Royalty" plays. Thunder, Jupiter and Terina exit via climbing out, and make their way to the ring while showing off their jewelry. Thunder and Jupiter are wearing their leather jackets, and Terina is wearing a new combo of jeans and top. All 3 of them are wearing their shades. Finkel announces the weigt for Jimmy and Jason*
Finkel: "The following contest is a 2-on-3 handicap match, and is scheduled for ONE fall. Making their way to the ring, accompanied by Terina, from San Diego California, at a total combined weight of 446 pounds, T...J...T!"
*Upon reaching the ring, Thunder and Jupiter walk to opposite flanks of the ring, strike a few poses, and slide in at the same time. Terina goes to the front, sits herself down on the apron, lifts up both arms, and as Jimmy and Jason lean over the ropes, they each grab a hand of hers and pull her up. They hold open the space between the middle and upper ropes, and she steps in. 3 men are in the ring.*
Finkel: "And, at a total combined weight of 868 pounds, the team of Jumbo Kreme, Paul Power, and Larry Goldman."
Cole: "And so we'll see the officially sanctioned debut of TJT today. Thunder goes to his corner, Terina's ringisde, and Kream and Power are at their corner."
JBL: "Well Cole, if their first match was any hint of what we see today, I'm up for it! And for seeing that Terina, too! Damn, she's hot!"
Cole: "Maybe we should just stick to watching the match at hand, partner. Jason Jupiter, headlock applied onto Goldman. He's wrenching it a bit, trying to wear down Goldman for the moment. Wait, Larry pushes him out of it into the ropes, and JUPITER NAILS HIM WITH A SHOULDERBLOCK! Goes for the cover, 1...2...kickout. Larry looks dazed. Jupiter picks him up, side backbreaker!"
JBL: "That one had some serious impact! But he's....letting Goldman crawl over to his corner....? Goldman tags that big bastard, Jumbo Kream. That man's name sounds like a donut."
Cole: "Why not just say it to his face?"
JBL: "There's a face in all that blubber?"
Cole: "Look who's talking, John. Jumbo rushing at Jupiter. Picks Jason up with both hands, GORILLA PRESS SLAM! Thunder is in now, and Paul Power runs in, DROPKICK by Power! Paul's back outta there, but so is Jimmy. Kream goes for the pin, 1...2...kickout by Jason."
JBL: "Wow. He'll be feeling that slam tomorrow, you can bank on that, Cole."
Cole: "No doubt, John. Jumbo goes to pick him up, but Jason with an eye rake, makes the the tag to Thunder! Kream barely makes the tag to Paul Power, and it's mayhem in there now! Goldman runs in, but he's dumped by Jimmy Thunder. Power gets Irish whipped by Jupiter, SPINNING BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX BY JASON!"
JBL: "Now Kream gets a few punches from Thunder, and the two are trading shots. Now Jupiter's helping his partner, and Kream goes for a double clothseline--"
Cole: "But he misses it, as Jimmy Thunder and Jason Jupiter duck under it. They're behind him, and DOUBLE BACK SUPLEX from the two! Thunder and Power are the only two in there now. Thunder picks him up, and....ELECTRIC CHAIR!"
JBL: "I think that'll be it. Wait. Thunder makes the tag to his partner, and--"
Cole: "Larry's trying to get in there, but Terina low blows him from behind! Dammit, the ref had his back turned!"
JBL: "That's called 'exploiting the advantages,' Cole. You can't blame her for that."
Cole: "Maybe you would say that, but there's a bit of code of sticking to the rules, partner. Wait. Thunder giving Paul Power a powerbomb lift--"
JBL: "And Jupiter below, ready for that inverted cutter, too?"
Cole: "OH MY! THUNDER HAS STRUCK TO JUPITER! THEY LAND IT! It's over, John. 1...2...3."
Finkel: "Here are your winners, T...J...T!"
JBL:"'Thunder has struck to Jupiter?' That's the name?"
Cole: "Right you are."
JBL: "Weirdo name, but a hell of a move!"
Cole: "They cheated, but that's some serious skill from those two. I cannot doubt that. Wait. Terina's in the ring with her men, and she's motioning for the mic from Howard Finkel."
*Fink gives her microphone.*
Terina: "If you think what you just saw was even close to what these two guys, Jimmy Thunder and Jason Jupiter can do, you're wrong. We've still got plenty to show you all."
*Gives mic to Thunder.*
Thunder: "And me and Jason, heh, we won't even waste the time trying to do all we can, until we get some serious opponents!"
*The trio begins to walk off.*
Cole: "Some 'serious' opponents?"
JBL: "Yeah, Cole. They don't want to be endlessly booked in matches with losers like those 3 they just demolished. You can't blame them."
Cole: "Maybe I can't, but they may be biting off more than they can chew."
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Post by pta on Jan 14, 2007 5:28:53 GMT -5
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen... the following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Some pretty damn generic music starts up as everyone's favorite nobody, Johnny Parisi, struts down to the ring, looking cocky in his jacket.
Announcer: Currently approaching the ring, from Long island New York, weighing in at 250 pounds... Johnny Parisi? Wait... who?
Parisi groans at the announcer's incompetence as he hops into the ring... warming up a bit before the match as he awaits his opponent.
He doesn't wait long as Pomp and Circumstance starts up... Principal Pain walking out in his usual suit, with a rather smug look on his face, getting a mixed reaction from the crowd, since he was injured and stuff... and who doesn't love a good injured wrestler.
Pain: well Mr. Dorgan... I'm afraid you've made a mistake tonight. For you see, you are about to step into the ring... with one of the most, calculating, deadly, and proficient ring veterans in the business. For you see... tonight you face...
He starts to point to himself, but instead points out towards the backstage area, as a man walks out to the ring, with dark mocha skin and sporting a straight black haired look, as he's wearing chalkboard green trunks, with the initials T.T. imprinted down the side. He's a bit shorter than Pain, but still looks like quite the threat.
Pain: I bring to you... my newest protege... well, we actually go way back. The man who will teach you a lesson you sorely need to learn... Tutor Tyreese!
The crowd doesn't really react too badly, since they know next to nothing about this guy, as he shakes hands with Pain swiftly, calmly walking down to the ring and entering, as Parisi watches, rather confused. Pain meanwhile simply watches from atop the ramp way, folding his arms and looking on with a rather curious look on his face. Tyreese simply enters the ring, walking up and offering an innocent handshake to Parisi, who shrugs and accepts... getting pulled right into a Deep Arm Drag! Tyreese applies pressure, soon stepping over and turning it into a Pump-handle Armbar, as Parisi grimaces in pain, Tyreese holding the arm like this for a few moments before stepping back over, dropping and flipping Parisi over with ease, turning this same hold into a Fujiwara Armbar, Parisi desperately trying to escape, to absolutely no avail. Tyreese then once again transitions, this time into a Rings of Saturn, pulling Parisi up to his side, as he's practically screaming in pain... but just before he can tap, Tyreese deliberately releases the hold, shaking a finger mockingly and popping Parisi atop the skull. Pain meanwhile watches bemused atop the ramp way as this tutor tugs Johnny up to a Vertical Base, still gripping the arm, wrenching it and driving a series of elbows into the area, then continues the punishment with an Arm Breaker... as Parisi groans, trying to wriggle free, but Tyreese's grip is too tight as he simply watches, then finally brings Parisi back down with a Jumping Arm breaker. He let's go, looking down in disappointment it seems, as he steps atop with a single foot, Parisi clutching in agony as his possibly broken arm. An easy 1....2....3.
Announcer: Here is your winner... Tutor Tyreese!
Pain smiles... walking backstage and pulling out a chalkboard on wheels, as he grabs a piece of chalk, the board having written it on one side Tyreese/Pain and on the Other EWT. He proudly makes a mark on the left side as Tyreese walks up the ramp way, leaving his opponent still nursing that arm as he smiles, taking a bow before a lightly booing audience, Pain then taking the microphone again.
Pain: That... was a taste of my newest ally's wrestling prowess. You see my pupils, Tyreese and I have become SICK of the lack of ability in the EWT. Especially having to judge that waste of a contest... which by the way, nobody wins!
The crowd boos loudly in reply of this as Pain smirks.
Pain: I refuse to bring in some snot nosed rookies to the EWT... when I can instead bring in such a refined, intelligent, and skilled ring technician such as my friend Tyreese here. So... let this little demonstration be a warning to each fool in the locker room area, that Principal Pain is back... and though I'm not cleared yet, my friend here shall be glad to do my dirty work... and really, who else deserves to share in my conquest?
Tyreese says nothing, as he simply stands there, arms crossed as he watches the ring, where Parisi STILL hasn't gotten up yet.
Pain: In closing... i am going to bring true Wrestling BACK to the Extreme Wrestling Threaderation!
This little remark sets off the crowd as they boo Pain angrily, since obviously the EWT already has plenty of great wrestlers, but the Principal ignores them, as he, Tyreese, and the chalkboard both head backstage as we fade to a commercial
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Post by ape on Jan 14, 2007 7:44:46 GMT -5
*the camera fades into an abandoned ballroom. there are filthy streamers still hanging from the ceiling and the floor is covered in a thick dust. in the center of the ballroom is psychoapeguy dancing with what appears to be a life-size cardboard cut-out of dorf. the dust on the floor is so thick that footprints are actually left where ape dances. ape does a fancy spin move, and twirls the cardboard cut-out into a dip. a large smile forms on ape's face as he viciously punches the cardboard cut-out, knocking the cardboard dorf to the ground. he then drops to his knees, picks up dorf's cardboard body and hugs it....as if comforting a friend about to die. ape then begins to softly speak as he gently pets the cardboard dorf's head.*
...shhhh....hehe it's time to tell you a bed-time story, my little dorfy.....it's called the story of aperella....hehe....now, aperella lived with a wicked step-sister named dorfette...this wicked step-sister was very mean to aperella....hehe....all aperella wanted to do was just go to the ball.....but that wicked step-sister dorfette wouldn't allow it....dorfette went, though, and sent the one person who aperella cared about and sent him to the hospital....
*ape then pulls out a razor blade and slices himself in the forehead. he then headbutts the cardboard dorf in the face repeatedly until the head is bent backward. after a few moments, ape regains his composure and hugs the cardboard cut-out again and begins to quietly talk.*
....anyway....at the ball, there was a handsome prince who was to marry whoever's feet could fit into a pair of glass slippers....hehe....and dorfette went to the ball to try to fit her feet in the slippers so she could marry the prince....little did she know...that the slipper was aperella's...and the slipper wouldn't fit her.....but....aperella was a very unselfish person....so she decided to help dorfette.....and she followed her to the ball with a handsaw....
*ape then pulls out a saw and saws off cardboard dorf's feet.*
...hehe....and cut off dorfette's feet....one by one.....hehe...and as dorfette lay there screaming in agony.....aperella grabbed a glass slipper and put one of dorfette's bleeding stubs into it....hehe....it was a perfect fit....and to celebrate, aperella broke the other glass slipper...
*ape then pulls out the razor blade again and slashes away at cardboard dorf's face. he slashes so frantically that he actually ends up cutting himself several times in the process. his quiet talking turns to high-pitched yelling.*
...and proceeded to slash away at dorfette's pretty face with it until the castle guards came and carried aperella away...hehe....dorfette eventually married the prince and lived happily ever after with some prosthetic limbs....hehe....and aperella was thrown in a dark, damp dungeon and tortured for the rest of her life.....hehe....so, she, too lived happily ever after....
*ape looks down at the destroyed cardboard dorf and slowly gets to his feet with the life-size cut-out still in his hands...as if he hears music playing, ape then dances with the remains of the cut-out as pieces of cardboard chip off with each motion. during the dance, he whispers into the cardboard cut-out's ear.*
...enjoy the dance while you can, dorf...hehe....'cause sometimes, fairy tales do come true....hehe.....i'll be waiting for you, dorf....hehe....i'll be waiting to help you with your glass slipper...hehe....i'll see you then....
*ape rests his head on the shoulder of the cardboard cut-out and continues to dance. the camera slowly pans out and ape quietly begins to laugh. as the camera pans further out, the laughs grow louder...the laughs eventually get to near deafning volumes as the camera fades to black.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Jan 15, 2007 0:10:41 GMT -5
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Post by xombiehiphop on Jan 15, 2007 14:02:22 GMT -5
Announcer: The following six man tag match up is scheduled for ONE fall! Making their way to the ring, representing The Mexicools..Juvi..uh..Psicosis and Super Crazy?
-The announcers confused tone is due to the fact that despite being listed as a six man tag, only Juvi is riding his way down to the ring on his Juan Deer. Psicosis and Super Crazy are nowhere to be found. Juvi seems to be too hopped up to even notice..hopped up on ecstasy..the ecstasy of performing in front of a jam packed crowd, of course! Juvi climbs into the ring, poses, and slowly begins to realize his stable mates are MIA.
Announcer: ..And their..uh..his opponent..making their EWT debut..The Draugr!
-Juvi begins to protest with the Ref and announcer but there isn't much they can do for him. "We Die Young" by Alice In Chains begins to play as the lights in the arena dim. The three members of The Draugr begin to emerge from different sections of the crowd and eventually the trio crawl into the ring and begin to surround Juventud. As the bell rings, Juvi tries to make a run for it but is quickly caught with pummeling blows, falling to the mat where he is severely stomped by all three men.
Ghost Face drags Juvi to his feet where he whips him into the ropes. As Juventud rebounds, Ghost Face back drops his smaller opponent high into the air, sending him flipping upwards. As Juvi is falling closer to the mat Corpse and Wraith both grab a leg and bring him crashing to the canvas with a Power Bomb variation, in one fluid motion. Ghost Face then grabs the withering wrestler by his legs, falls backwards and proceeds to Sling Shot him towards Wraith who nails him with a Clothesline. Juvi falls backwards, landing painfully across Ghost Face's knee's, draped across them. This leaves him easy fodder as Corpse spring boards onto the top rope and leaps off into a Diving Leg Drop, completely turning Juvi inside out upon impact.
Wraith pulls the annihilated Juvi upwards and holds him in a Wheel Barrel position. At the same time, Ghost Face and Corpse snag him in a Double DDT Position. All three drop to a sitting position and drive Juvi face first into the mat. Ghost Face rolls him over and makes the pin..1..2..3..-
Announcer: Here are your winners..The Draugr!
-"We Die Young" begins to play again as The Draugr kneel in a circle around Juvi, simply grinning down at him. The 'tron shows of an image just outside of the arena. It's of Super Crazy chained to a fence with his head lowered and Psicosis laying face first in a ditch. ..Mystery solved!-
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2007 14:43:08 GMT -5
*Scene shifts backstage, and Jimmy Thunder, Terina, and Jason Jupiter are sitting in in chairs, facing the camera.*
Jupiter: Upon winning our second match, we've already gotten bored with things around here.
Thunder: Yeah, seriously, bro. It's just too easy.
Jupiter: And there's all these second-rate punks who get a taste of the big time, while we have to wait in line.
Thunder: We could level the locker room, one man at a time, but we're not getting the chance!
Jupiter: And then you've got a new shipment of losers coming in. Riff-raff that hate themselves, a trio of freaks who probably cut themselves at night, and--
Terina: We're sick of it, quite frankly. And if my two men don't get booked in a match soon, we'll begin to make an example of the lowlifes who come out, get a punch in, and get put away.
Thunder: I'm all for that. I'd love to bust a few loser skulls.
Jupiter: Sounds like a deal to me. So who's gonna be our first target?
*Muttering is heard as camera fades away.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Jan 16, 2007 14:08:21 GMT -5
*A trash can sits in the center of the ring as Toom E Dangerously walks out from the back. He has a satchel over his shoulder & tosses the satchel in the ring. Toom E grabs the microphone & climbs into the ring, where he grabs the satchel. He opens it & pulls out the Girl Next Door Championship & speaks...*
I hold here in my hand once what was a great legacy...the Extreme Wrestlecrap Threaderation Girl Next Door Championship. You see, the EWT used to be an equal opportunity employee to the point where we gave our women a chance to shine. But now, you see, that legacy is no more.
I tried to treat the women with respect & what do they do? They stab me in the back. They no show major matches. Chrysta was supposed to defend the title at Season's Beatings. Clown Girl was supposed to be there to give back to the troops. Mystery was supposed to be there to defend the honor. And not one single girl arrived in Iraq.
Clown Girl was new & she was fired for her irresponsibility. As for Chrysta & Mystery, they know better. So I gave them another chance. And I booked a match to make up to you fans for missing it. And neither girl has the audacity to show up for that, either.
So this is what has become of the Girl Next Door Division. And for that, this is what I think of the women who betrayed me...every single one of them.
*Toom E throws the belt into the trashcan.*
And I don't just mean Chrysta, Clown Girl, or Mystery. I mean every single woman that left you, the fans, hanging. Mommytaker, Dr. Hillary Cl*tton, Rosa, oceanic, Mistress Mia...every single one of them. I didn't parade you women around like eye candy. I gave you women a damn pay per view all to yourself. And THIS is how you all repay me?
Well, you know what ladies....you can all just burn...*Toom E lights a match & tosses it in the trashcan, as a fire starts within*...in Hell!!!!!
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Post by Marksus on Jan 16, 2007 16:20:59 GMT -5
*Scene opens with Mutilated, with his long leather coat open showing his chest tattos; is walking down a street.
I Hear what people say "He's a freak, He doesn't fit in, What a weirdo
*He enters a building through double doors*
Out in the 'real world' i'm an outcast...
*He walks past a group of wrestlers* ...but in here... *and pushes through a curtain*
*The camera cuts to a long shot of a wrestling ring and zooms up the ramp *
Mu-ti-lated Mu-ti-lated I'm a hero! Mutilated stands hands raised soaking in the cheers. Mu-ti-lated Mu-ti-lated
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Post by pta on Jan 17, 2007 7:47:32 GMT -5
We cut to a scene, where a familiar looking door opens, revealing the old PTA Hangout... as Pain and Tyreese slowly enter, the principal smiling a bit as he gazes over his old locker room.
Pain: Ah... my former office. Headquarters of the PTA back when we we're on top. That is, before everyone betrayed me, before I was stabbed in the back so many times after I had helped so many people reach their full potential. Before I was helping them... they were NOTHING! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!
Tyreese places a hand on Pain's shoulder, as he quickly composes himself, the tutor looking around.
Tyreese: So dis is the PTA base of operations. Looks like it was a fine establishment... shame it all fell apart. But rest assured Pain, now dat I'm in the EWT, you can expect full and complete loyalty. I'm gonna show all dose rapscallions in de locker-room what true wrestling is all about. I'd have to think they were all a bit nervous too... especially if they watched me crush dat Parisi fella. Though it woulda been better to have a competent opponent.
Pain turns around, slowly nodding.
Pain: Yes, that's certainly true. But that was the best I could do on short notice. Rest assured my friend, you're next opponent will hopefully be a bit more of a challenge, though it is quite impossible to find a suitable opponent for a man of your skills. But I'll try my best.
He turns, walking over to a set of lockers, where Canceler, Virus, and Omega's stuff has been kept, as he reaches off to the side, grabbing a crowbar and immediately beginning to demolish these lockers and anything still inside them, with a rather content look in his eyes doing so, Tyreese watching off from the side, folding his arms and taking in the sight. Eventually, Pain tosses the crowbar aside, as it lands with a loud clang, the principal dusting his hands off, as these lockers have all been dented, banged, bumped, and pretty much ruined. Pain turns back over to his desk, hopping over and taking a seat behind it now, as he scoots closer.
Pain: Yes... it's about time I reasserted myself in the EWT... and I shall start by watching you dismantle opponent... after opponent, until we are once again atop the food chain and from there, well... the sky is the proverbial limit.
He smiles a slightly sadistic smile.
Pain: So yes... the EWT is about to once again be taught a lesson ... that it shall never forget.
Fade to commercial
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Post by The Player Haters on Jan 17, 2007 11:37:30 GMT -5
**********WARNING**********
The following content contains scenes of hate performed by professional haters that should not be re-enacted by you and/or mark-ass mark and punk b**** friends.
FADE IN to a vacant movie theater with the exception of Glitz Donovan sitting in the center of the middle row all dressed up in his pimp-esque clothing. He looks over his shoulder at the camera behind him.
GD: "Salutations, votaries of professional wrestling. For those of you who don't know me or take the small bus to your local education facility, my name is Glitz Donovan and I am a Player Hater. Now, from what I understand is that there is a saying that goes, "Don't hate the player; hate the game." Well if you must know, I do hate the game, but I hate the players even MORE. Why, because that's the path--the yellow brick road--of the player hater. But one does not have to walk that road alone--even though he hates the guts of those who accompany him. For I brought my associates along for the ride: "The Chocolate Colossus" Dymondback..."
*A large African American wearing clothing similar to Glitz sits down beside him, carrying two buckets of popcorn, a jumbo size soft drink and a large quantity of candy and chocolate bars.*
DB: *Mouthful of popcorn* "What's up?"
GD: "Don't blame him for his lack of manners folks. He takes after his mother--along with the barking and licking himself. And to be seated on my left is the card carrying member of the "Pleasure Themselves to Jeremy Reed Fan Club", Albino Tyrone."
*A young white male dressed in a white suit, fedora and decked out in bling comes into frame and sits down next to Glitz*
AT: *Does a gang-like signs with his hands* "One World. One Hate."
GD: "And there's tons of hate to go around. Seeing that we are making our debut in EWT a few weeks from now, we figured that we might as well take a look at the competition and let the hating commence. So Dymondback, if you aren't too busy thinking about what brand of kibble to feed your mother for dinner, tell the fellow with comb over in the both to roll the film."
DB: "Hey Giuliani! Play the movie, b****!"
*The lights dim and the movie begins to play--the first clip being a still image of Maelstrom*
AT: "Oh snap, it's Aquaman."
DB: "When Lame Ass Superheroes Go Bad."
GD: "Now, from what I understand, this tall drink of water is the top dog in EWT. I heard he likes the water, probably stemming from the time he watched that episode of "King of the Hill" where Hank gets plowed by that gay dolphin. Someone should tell him that it's an aquarium, not a dating service. All right, that's enough of Flipper the femme, lets get to the next punk b****."
*Picture of Billy Ubermark*
GD: "Good lord, it's Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark."
DB: "Man, with a haircut like that, no wonder he is a virgin."
AT: "Check out that jacket, is he a member of "The Jets" or "The Sharks"?
*Picture of Merc*
GD: "Now I heard that this fellow has the eyes for one Trish Stratus. Too bad the only type of ho's he gets nowadays is the kind with the creamy filling."
***TO BE CONTINUED***
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Post by Ratings on Jan 17, 2007 17:20:21 GMT -5
EWT Backstage
SUM GUY is standing by with microphone in hand.
SUM: "I'm Sum Guy and I dressed myself today. Today, I'm going to try to get a word from Ratings.
As the camera follows him, Sum approaches Ratings who has just finished a conversation on his cellphone.
Sum: "Ratings! Ratings! Care to share your thoughts about the stuff going on in EWT recently?"
Ratings stares at him for a few seconds.
Ratings: "Do I know you?"
Sum: "I'm Sum Guy and I believe that since 10 months you have been in EWT, we have never met."
Ratings: "All good things must come to an end."
Sum: "Like jawbreakers?"
Ratings: "What?"
Sum: "What?"
(pause)
Ratings: "...So what I can do to make sure I don't have to talk to you again anytime soon?"
Sum: "Well, how about getting a word in about the recent activities occuring in EWT?"
Ratings: <snickering> "A word? All right then. I'll give you a word: Posers. Wannabes. Fakes. Whatever you might call them, through my eyes--EWT has become over-run by posers. I'm talking about those so-called "cocky" punks who flash their money, strut around with their "mail order hookers" and brag about how much they think they're better than everyone else. I won't mention the names in question because quite frankly, they're not worth mentioning. But they know who they are, and if the EWT fans can use that decomposing, rotting brick they call a brain in their heads, they'll know who I'm talking about. You see, what their imitating is what I originated, mastered, and evolved. Those imposters weren't born with wealth, prestige and power, they earned it like ants harvesting food for their queen. They are no different than the riffraff that fill the EWT Arena each and every night. To them, money is everything. Me? Money is no longer an object. I don't need to worry about making the big bucks because I was set for this life and the next since I was born. I can have anything... or anyone--at anytime and anywhere. What these fools don't know is that there's more to being rich than just deep pockets. They don't know the power that comes with it. A power that either make you stronger or destroy you. Has that power destroyed me, Sum? I'll give you a hint: I'm standing before you today. This being a new year, I think it is time for me to show the world a different side... a darker side... a true side of Ratings. And just like before, those who challenge will fall and the ratings will rise."
With a satisifed smirk, he glares at Sum before walking away. With an unease gulp, Sum looks back to the camera.
Sum: "I'm Sum Guy... and I get Julia Roberts confused with Seabiscuit."
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