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Post by Mystery on Nov 18, 2006 6:10:41 GMT -5
can't speak can't talk can't do anything they want
can't hide or change your mind gonna live w/ all my soul inside
can't speak can't talk can't stop for the reeling cause or love I told 'em all about it can't talk cause I'm already lost
can't think can't cry keep thinking of a suicide it's hard I just can't forget it gonna fade cause I'm already dead
can't think can't dream don't care if I live or die don't talk I just can't believe it gonna fade cause I'm already deadcan't speak can't lie don't go anywhere to hide can't think can't cry keep thinking of a suicide
can't speak can't talk can't do anything I want can't hide or change your mind gonna live w/ all my soul inside
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Post by Ratings on Nov 18, 2006 10:44:50 GMT -5
EWT Arena * The ring crew is seen inside the squared circle; the removal of the ring ropes and replacing them with barbed wire around the ring is near completion. The matting on the outside of the ring has also been removed, exposing the cold, hard concrete floor. A referee enters the ring, wearing a long sleeved referee shirt, fitted tightly around the protective padding he wears underneath. Wanting to avoid any cuts from the barbed wire, Toni Garcya wisely stands by the time keeper’s table and makes the introductions for the match. Garcya: “The following contest is a “Barb Wired” match; scheduled for one fall.” “Keep on Liftin’” by DJ Nagureo begins to play and the crowd express their displeasure as Ratings steps out onto the entrance stage, wearing a silk long sleeve collar shirt and designer blue jeans. He does his usual entrance bit, but appears less cocky and more focused tonight. He makes his way towards the ring while Garcya introduces him. Garcya: “First making his way to the ring: From Palm Springs, California; weighing 219 pounds… RATINGS!” Carefully sliding underneath the bottom rope of barbed wire, Ratings enters the ring. He surveys his surroundings, a troubled look on his face as he looks at the barbed wire around him. As his music fades out, he looks to the entrance stage as Will Smith’s “Party Starter” begins to play and the crowd stands to their feet. They roar in excitement as Spaz steps out onto the stage, wearing a “Cometh the Hour; Cometh the Man” T-Shirt and black jeans. Showing the same focus and intensity of a young Chris Benoit, Spaz heads towards the ring, his eyes beaming at Ratings, who returns with a glare of his own. Garcya: “And his opponent: Residing from Scottsdale, Arizona; weighing 216 pounds… SPAZ!”
Spaz enters the ring similar to the method his opponent did. Once inside, he paces back and forward, his eyes of ice staring into Ratings, who glares back with matching intensity. The ref cues the time keeper to ring the bell, officially starting the match. The two combatants circle the ring before locking up into a grapple in the center. It becomes a test of strenght as the two try to push the other into the barbed wire around the ring. Just when it looks like Spaz is about to force Ratings backwards into the razor sharp wires, Ratings catches him with a knee to the stomach. He follows up with clubbing forearm shots to the upper back. Just as Ratings thinks he has the upperhand, Spaz begins fighting back with some knife edge chops to the chest a la Chris Benoit. With Ratings reeling backwards close to the barb wire, Spaz goes for a big haymaker, but Ratings blocks it and retaliates with a thumb to the eye. The crowd booes at the obvious cheap shot, but Ratings naturally, shows no guilt of his actions. With Spaz in a short daze, Ratings tries to follow up by Irish whipping him across the ring into the barb wire on the other side. However, Spaz counters with an Irish whip of his own, sending Ratings towards the barb wire. Just when it looks like Ratings is about to pierced by the barbed wire, he slides underneath the bottom wire--almost grazing himself in the process--and safely to the outside of the ring. While the crowd express their disappointment at the chance of seeing the hated EWT superstar get shredded by barbed wire, Ratings is seen catching his breath after his daring evasion. Spaz meanwhile, won't let his opponent regain his composure as he bolts runs forward and dives through the gap between the top and middle barbed wire and hits Ratings with a suicide dive. The move gets the crowd to their feet as they chant "EWT" throughout the arena, while Spaz and Ratings lay on the concrete, both stunned from Spaz's daredevil maneuver. Spaz is the first to stand, but while he tries to drag Ratings up to his feet, Ratings gives him a shot to the ribs, stunning Spaz once again. Ratings grabs Spaz by the hair and leads him towards the steel stair case. He tries to slam his head into the steps, but Spaz recovers in time, counters, and smashes Ratings into the stairs face first. With Ratings stupefied, Spaz follows up with a snap suplex on the unprotected concrete floor. Ratings writhes in pain while Spaz is in no better than his opponent, the suplex serving as a double edged sword of sorts. Ratings drags himself up and slides into the ring; Spaz follows shortly after. As soon as Spaz is inside, Ratings is quick to attack, striking Spaz with a flurry of forearms to the body. Even with the Ratings attacking like a man possessed, Spaz is able to stand on his own power. After a couple of rights from his opponent, the Australian finds himself on dream streak. Ratings goes for a discus punch, but Spaz ducks and moves behind Ratings, facing his back. As soon as Ratings turns to face him, Spaz hits with a dropkick that sends Ratings backwards into the barbed wire. A look of shock and horror flashes upon Ratings face as the barbs pierce his back. The crowd on the other hand, go wild over the pain that the "Palm Springs Playboy" is going through. After taking a second to observe his afflicted opponent, Spaz approaches. He grabs Ratings by the collar of his shirt and rips it open, exposing his chest. With Ratings still attached to the barbed wire, Spaz begins unleashing some knife edged chops, to which the crowd goes "WHOO" simultaneously. After five chops to the chest, Ratings collapses, the wounds on his back are showed to the audience as blood begins to soak into the areas that were cut from the barbed wire. Spaz rolls Ratings over and covers him for the pin.
1... 2...
Ratings kicks out. As Spaz stands to his feet, Ratings inches himself away from the Generation Tech member. In a pathetic display, Ratings begins to plea to his approaching opponent, but Spaz shows no sign of compassion for the wrestler. However, as Spaz goes to grab Ratings by the hair, Ratings counters with a leg scissors takedown... sending Spaz face first into the barbed wire at the bottom. The crowd gasps in disbelief at what they just witness as Spaz begins to roll around the ring, writhing and screaming in pain while holding his face; the blood seeping out between his fingers. The ref goes to check on him but as he does, an aggressive Ratings pushes him aside and beging hitting Spaz with some mounted punches to the skull. After the ref breaks the two apart, Ratings' fist is covered in the blood of his opponent. With two deep gashes in his forehead--one dangerously close above his right eye, Spaz bears the perverbal "crimson mask". Ratings runs towards his down opponent and hits a jumping knee drop on Spaz's forehead. He covers him for the pin.
1... 2...
Kickout at two. Ratings turns his opponent over and locks in the camel clutch. After a few seconds in the hold and Spaz showing no sign of submitting, Ratings begins to work on the cuts on Spaz's forehead, prying them open more with his fingers. With all of this occuring right in front of the referee, it is no surprise that Ratings is told by the official to break the hold. Ratings glares at the ref before dragging Spaz up to his feet. He hits an inverted atomic drop that sends Spaz to his knees. Ratings backs up a few steps and charges towards Spaz, hitting him with a front dropkick to the face. Ratings with the cover.
1... 2...
Spaz kicks out again. Frustration is starting to get the best of Ratings as he begins to argue with the referee. Afterwards, He pulls Spaz up and sets him up for a suplex, but Spaz counters while in the air and lands on his feet behind Ratings. He locks his hands around his waist and hits a textbook German Suplex. Maintaining the hold, he picks himself and Ratings again and hits another German Suplex. Spaz stands up again with Ratings and goes for a third, but Ratings back peddles and sends Spaz back first into the barbed wire behind them. With his opponent in agony, Ratings begins to taunt his opponent. After some punches to the forehead, he grabs Spaz by the chin and looks into his eyes.
Ratings: "Come on, Spaz! You're not in the ring with Maelstrom, you're in the ring with me! You are nothing! You hear me!? YOU. ARE. NOTHING!!!"
He slaps him across the face. With Spaz looking like he is barely able to keep conscious, Ratings performs a backflip to the center of the ring and prepares for a power move of some sort. But as he rushes towards his opponent, a suddenly revived Spaz breaks free from the barbed wire and takes Ratings down with a clothesline. Both men are lay motionless on the mat while the crowd begins to rally behind Spaz. The two slowly begin to stand and once they are up they begin exchanging punches. Just when it seems that Spaz is has gotten the upperhand, Ratings hits him with another knee to the stomach. Ratings tries to whip Spaz into the barbed wire, but Spaz counters and pulls Ratings into a beautiful DDT. Ratings stands up and staggers into a waiting Spaz who performs the Three Amigos, the third ending in a Northern Lights Suplex for the pin.
1... 2...
Ratings gets his shoulder up. Spaz stands up and signals for the "Shockwave" for the crowd, who reply with a cheer. He sets Ratings up for the finisher, but Ratings hits him with a low blow. With Spaz reeling from the cheap shot, Ratings runs towards him and looks like he is about to hit "The Finale" but Spaz moves out of the way, picks him up in a atomic drop position and drops him--crotch-first--onto the barbed wire. The crowd roars in approval from the gapped look on Ratings face. He falls back into the ring and stands, holding his "wounded" area. While blinded in pain, he walks right into Spaz who takes him down by the legs and locks in the Sydney Clover Leaf. Ratings claws himself towards the side of the ring, hoping for a rope break, but when he realizes that the usual ropes have been replaced by barbed wire, he could not anymore pain. He taps his hand onto the canvas rapidly and the ref calls for the bell. The crowd cheers as Spaz releases the hold and the ref raises his hand in celebration.
Garcya: "Here is your winner... Spaz!"
Bloody but satisfied, Spaz heads to the back.
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Nov 19, 2006 4:13:17 GMT -5
*Spaz is standing backstage, he is covered in blood.*
S: It doesn't matter what you put me through Toom E. I will overcome it. I will leave EWT on my terms not yours. When that time comes I will walk out with my head held high. HBH if you want a piece of me then step up. I am f***king sick & tired of being the honorable one, the one who is is the right. HBH, Ubermark, Ratings, Toom E. You all want to take me on then bring it b***hes! I will beat you all down & stand over your bloody, broken bodies whilst the crowd chants my name so loud that it will be heard from Sydney to Sweden, from Arizona to Afghanistan. I'm sure they would even here it in Conneticut & Orlando too! It will take a hell of a lot more then Barbed Wire to get me out of EWT!
*Spaz then collapses from blood loss & EMT's run over to attend as we cut to a Commercial for The Skies The Limit on DVD*
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on Nov 19, 2006 6:46:02 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, *Red fireworks shoot up and down*
JBL: Here they come!
JR: The young tag teams who made an impact the last time they came.
*Recap video of New Era and Mysth with the invasions*
Lillian: This match is a Tag Team Lumberjack staring : Weighing in a combined pound of 501, the team of Kevin "Unreal" Storm and "Big" Zach Storm : THE NEW ERA!
A chorus of booos
JR: Where can the Bushwackers be?
JBL: As the The New Era calls them the "Bushwackers..."
JR: That' s really mature...
*Silence*
Bushwackers! Bushwackers!
JR: Look! The followers of the New Era are dragging the bodies of the Bushwackers!
JBL: AHA! We know who won this!
You suck! You suck!
"Big" Zach yells at the crowd.*
E-C-DUB E-C-DUB!
JBL: NO! NO! NO!
*Unreal looks back*
Sabu throws a chair at Unreal but he ducks and "Big" Zach with an diving shoulder block! The Sandman cracks the cane on "Big" Zach' s back!
JR: What a shot by the Sandman!
JBL: I' m going!
Unreal with the missile dropkick! NO! RVD with the Van Daminator to Unreal! JBL with the clothsline from Hell to the Sandman! There comes Kennedy and brawls with RVD!
*Security comes to split up the followers and the Bushwackers, as other security splits up the chaos in the ring.*
*The referee puts some order by putting Kennedy, MVP, Kane, Umaga, Nitro, Charlie Haas. Viscera, Shelton Benjamin, Regal, JBL and Finley on to sides. Another referee put an limping Sandman, RVD, Sabu, Balls, CM Punk, C.W. Anderson, Dreamer and the FBI on the other sides.
JR: Looks like their finally is order in and out of the ring.
MYSTH! MYSTH! MYSTH!
*Mysth enters the arena and points at Unreal, Unreal yells "What the hell are you doing here ?!" Mysth points to the announcer table*
The crowd goes wild
JR: Looks like we have a guest announcer today.
*JR shakes hand with Mysth*
JR: It' s a pleasure to have you with me, Mysth. How are you doing ? Mysth : Well... like someone who got screwed for no reason by two bastards, and then beaten as hell in a Last Man Standing match... JR : Ah... it' s true that things didn' t go very well for you, lately, and chance got involved in it with that Last Man Standing match... Mysth : Anyway, I' m here to replace JBL at ringside for this match, and I' m glad to be at your sides. And I wanted to see if the New Era could actually do something without cheating...
*The referee tells to ring the bell.*
DING DING DING
*The New Era puts their hands out for a handshake*
JR: Looks like the New Era has learned something. Mysth : Oh wait ! You never know what kind of twisted trick they prepare...
*The Bushwackers extend their hands but suddenly Unreal nails an back heel kick to Luke Williams! "Big" Zach with the big boot to Butch Miller, Unreal with an leg drop on Miller and Zach with the dropping headbutt on Luke Williams!*
Mysth : See ? I told you they can' t be trusted ! This makes me sick ! JR: It sure doesn' t look good for the Bushwackers.
BOOOOOOOOOOO
Unreal gets Miller and sends him to the top right corner. Unreal walks up and chops Miller on the chest rapidly. Zach picks Williams up and an sick belly to belly suplex!
JR: The Bushwackers are getting man-handled by these youngsters. Mysth : Yeah, but once again, they couldn' t get an advantage without cheating !
*Unreal stops chopping and tries to put Miller on the top turnbuckle but Miller with an right on Unreal' s belly! Zach runs up an shoulder-blocks Miller on the back to knock him over the ropes to Kennedy.
Kennedy rapidly stomps Miller as MVP and Haas joins him, the referee goes to their side and tells them to stop. *
JR: The referee can' t do anything about this! Mysth : Sure ! That' s a Lumberjack match ! And even I have to admit that' s legal ! Let' s just hope Miller will manage to get up !
*The Sandman, Sabu, Dreamer, RVD and Balls chase them away from Miller. Williams gets up and bull-dogs Zach! *
BUSHWACKERS! BUSHWACKERS! BUSHACKERS!
Unreal dropkicks Williams and goes for the pin ! 1... KICKOUT!
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
Mysth : What did he expect ? He must be even dumber than I thought if he thought he would got the pin now...
*Unreal stands back up and Miller goes up the apron and guillotines Unreal! Zach stands back and goes for the clothsline to Miller but Miller ducks and shoulders him in the stomach!*
YEAAAAAAAAAAA
*Williams picks Unreal and the suplex, Miller goes up the turnbuckle and gets ready to splash Unreal! NO! Zach chokes Miller, wait, Williams headbutts Zach on the back! Williams rubs his head in pain.*
JR: That did more pain the done!
*Zach looks back and headbutts Williams back, Williams falls down in agony! Miller jumps and the double-axe handle! NO! Unreal springboards and nails the ezeguri! Miller rolls out of the ring in process and Zach picks up Williams and the brainbuster!*
JR: Such athletic abillity from Unreal and raw power from "Big" Zach! Mysth : Please, JR. I know you' re trying you' re best, but even you won' t make people believe this has more to do with skills than with LUCK ! JR : Come on, Mysth ! Be honest ! They complete each other very well ! Mysth : Oh, that' strue : one choeats, the other one backstabs.
*RVD picks Williams up and checks on him, Unreal jumps atop of the rope and a SPRING-BOARD MOONSAULT!!!!*
JR: This is who your challenging MYSTH! An dare-devil! HE JUST JUMPED ON ECW!! OOOOOOO! Mysth : Not bad for a beginner ! But I can do this hundreds times better ! *The fans gasp !
Viscera, Haas and Benjamin comes to Unreal and ha an confrontation with Sandman, Sabu and Balls, Miller, RVD and Sabu are on the floor !*
JR: It' s an all out war!!
E-C-DUB E-C-DUB E-C-DUB!
*The referee tells all of them to stop and they don' t lesson everyone on the outside are brawling!!! Unreal drags himself back in the ring, Miller follows as well. Zach sends Williams to the corner and the Stinger Splash!*
BUSHWACKERS! BUSHWACKERS!
*Unreal puts the chin lock on Miller ! Zach with a gorilla press slam on Williams. Miller is fighting to break out, Zach picks up Williams again and signals for the Big Bang Bomb!!! *
JR: It' s over! It' s the Big Bang Bomb! Mysth : Do something, dammit !! You can' t let them get away with that !
*Williams with an eye-poke and bites Zach' s head!*
BUSHWACKERS! BUSHWACKERS!
*Miller is still fighting the chin lock applied by Unreal.*
CLAP CLAP CLAP! CLAP CLAP CLAP!
JR: The fans are cheering for the comeback! Mysth : That' s legitimate.
*In the outside, only JBL and RVD remains, Zach still hanging on to Williams powerbombs him on both of them! NO! Miller breaks out of the chin-lock with an stiff elbow to Unreal and trips Zach! Williams lands on Zach for the pin !* Mysth : This is it !!
1 ! 2 ! KICKOUT !
JR: Right on 2 and 3/4! Mysth : Come mon ! I' m sure he got it !
*Unreal with the chop to Miller, Miller chops Unreal back!*
WOOOOOOOO
*They trade blows, Miller headbutts Unreal and bounces of the rope and Williams off the other and Miller connects with the clothsline as Williams with the leg trip!*
JR: Nice double teams maneuver by the Bushwackers. Mysth : You said it ! THIS is a team ! Awesome !
*The Bushwackers stare at the crowd*
YEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
*Miller puts Williams head in headlock position, signaling for the Battering Ram! Unreal unknowingly gets up and the Bushwackers charge!*
JR: This is over for Unreal ! It' s the Battering Ram! Mysth : Woohooo ! That' s great, JR ! No matter how hard the New Era tried, the best ones win !
*Zach with the flying knee to Miller! Miller falls back with full impact. Williams looks up and Unreal gets up and a Diamond-Cutter! *
Mysth : It can' t be ! Don' t tell me they' re smart enough to do THIS ! JR : Don' t underestimated them ! These are dangerous ennemies that you got !
*Outside the ring JBL and RVD cuss at each other as their teammates are slowly recovering.
Zach with an choke-toss to Miller and goes for the pin !*
1... 2... KICKOUT !
*Zach forces Miller up and a Bear-Hug! Unreal works on Williams neck rapidly smacking it. Unreal jumps on Williams neck! As Miller is lifeless on Zach' s arm.*
Bushwackers! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
JR: The fans are rooting the Bushwackers out of their misery.
*Outside the ring, RVD turns his head to look at Sabu but JBL with the Clothsline from Hell to RVD! All the ECW wrestlers recover and run for JBL, he runs away from the ring and the newly recovered wrestlers chase after the ECW people! It' s a mass mayhem!*
JR: This is an all out war!!! Mysth : And it looks like your usual teammate is in a bad situation, eh ?
*Someone in a mask slides into the ring ! The masked person delivers a low blow to Zach !*
Masked Man ! Masked Man !
*Unreal looks back and the masked stranger with an running lariat!*
JR: Who is this masked stranger ? Mysth : I swear I' ve never seen this man before ! But I feel like I' m going to like him anyway !
*The masked stranger picks up a lifeless Unreal but "Big" Zach throws out the masked stranger!*
JR: "Big" Zach just saved Unreal again! Mysth : Too bad...
*Unreal starts to get up with help from Zach and the Bushwackers take advantage of this situation by forearms to the neck!*
JR: This is the comeback of the Bushwackers! Mysth : And the end of the New Era !
BUSHWACKERS! BUSHWACKERS! BUSHWACKERS!
*Miller with an neck breaker to Unreal and the pin !*
1... BREACK UP BY "BIG" ZACH!
*Williams with the knee lift to Zach but Zach doesn' t even flinch! Zach with the two handed choke bomb out to the ring!*
JR: What a choke bomb! Mysth : This must be a nightmare ! The Bushwackers are getting beaten by these... these... there' s no word to describe them !
*Miller with an flurry of punches but Unreal with the springboard ezeguri! Unreal bounces off the ropes and the Rolling Thunder! He jumps on Zach' s massive hands with a moonsault!*
1 ! 2 ! Unreal gets up!
JR: He could have finished that but I guess he wanted to deliver more punishment! Mysth : Once again, the New Era doing pointless things which are going to cost them the win...
*The Masked stranger gets up and tries to slide onto the ring but Randy Orton comes out with an chair shot to the masked strangers head!*
JR: I can' t believe it! It' s Randy Orton with an sick chair shot to the skull of the Masked Stranger! Mysth : Oh please ! Orton ! Why does he feel the need to put his nose in things he' s got nothing to do with ?
*There comes Big Show now! He is manhandling Orton with chops and headbutts!*
JR: It' s the 7 foot giant! The Big Show! Mysth : A big guy I like to see !
*The referee tries to stop the mayhem with Big Show and Orton.*
E-C-DUB! E-C-DUB! E-C-DUB!
*Unreal smirks and signals "Big" Zach with an evaluate gesture.*
*"Big" Zach lifts Miller in a Powerbomb position and Unreal climbs the turnbuckle. Unreal with an flying Leg Lariat! That connects to a Powerbomb by Zach!*
Mysth : Woa ! What was this new s***, now ?
JR: I believe that is called the Reality Bomb.
*Williams drags himself up the ring only for Zach to charge at him. WAIT! Williams with an boot to the stomach! As Zach is bending, Unreal comes and pushes Zach to Williams! They both fall down in the process and Unreal locks the Mutalock on Miller!*
JR: This can be it! Mysth : No ! It can' t !
JR : Miller taps! Miller taps! Miller taps!
*The referee signals for the bell*
JR: Unreal for the first time won with submission by the Mutalock!
*Before The New Era' s music hits...*
Mysth : Holy crap ! I can' t take it anymore !!
*Mysth gets up and picks up the chair he was sitting on.*
JR : What are you trying to do ?! You' re still injured !
*Mysth doesn' t seem to listen. He starts running to the ring !*
JR : When will I get a broadcast partner who keeps still and sticks to announcing ??
*The lumberjacks are so surprised that they don' t even react to Mysth' s intrusion, and he enters into the ring, Kevin "Unreal" Storm sees him but can' t do anything ! Before he can only try to react, Mysth hits him with the chair !! "Big" Zach comes to rescue Kevin, be he gets the chair in his face too !*
JR : By god ! The New Era is knocked unconscious on the ring ! But wait... It' s not over yet ! Mysth is picking Unreal up !
*Mysth Irish whips Unreal into the ropes, runs at the other side ! MYSTHICAL CHOKESLAM ON THE CHAIR !!*
JR : He must be DEAD !!
Mysth : YOU WANT TO SEE HARDCORE ?? I GIVE YOU HARDCORE !!
*And now, Mysth is pulling Kevin Storm out of the ring, some lumberjacks try to stop him, only to be stopped by the other ones ! The ref doesn' t know where he must look at any more !! Finally, Mysth gets back to the announcing tables, still pulling Unreal ! Mysth signals to the crowd he' s going to finish him by making a "throat cutting" gesture ! Talking about throat, Mysth grabs Unreal' s one anf hits the MYSTHERIOUS WAYS through the announcers table !!*
JR : What a carnage !!
*Mysth has a big smirk on his face and leaves the arena by the bleachers, all by showing off for the crowd by spreading his arms. Otherworld hits as all the other wrestlers look puzzled.
Fades away.*
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Nov 19, 2006 17:52:50 GMT -5
We then come to the EWT match commentators on screen. "Ladies and Gentlemen we have just been informed that soon-to-be EWT superstar Sister Sarah who was set to compete in her first match next week has been involved in a traffic accident on her way here just an hour ago. She is in stable condition but as a result has been forced to be put on the "injuried" list until she is cleared to begin wrestling.--we will have further updates as we can"
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Post by chanceconfidence on Nov 19, 2006 18:45:49 GMT -5
As we return from commercial, we see Chance kicking up his feet, seated comfortably in a recliner, as he smiles, reaching over onto a nearby table and pressing a button, on what to appears to be some kind of Speaker, as he grabs a microphone.
Chance: GET YOUR LAZY ASS IN HERE SLAVE!!!
This same outburst can be heard in Merc's own locker room as a rather loud yelp sounds throughout the hallway, as Merc stumbles a bit lazily into Chance's room. He growls, rubbing his eyes.
Merc: (A Bit Slurred) What do ya want... Chance?
Confidence swiftly whacks Merc aside the cheek, shaking his finger.
Chance: No no... you are to refer to me at all times as I said, as Lord Chance Confidence... ruler and owner of Merc's Sorry Ass...
Mercenary looks back, unamused.
Merc: No way in hell am I saying that long ass name.
Chance: Alright fine you slobbering moron... I guess that is a bit too much for your pea brain to comprehend. Just call me... Lord Chance.
Merc grumbles, looking down for a bit.
Merc: (Dripping with Sarcasm) What can I do for you... LORD CHANCE?
Confidence smiles, petting Merc on the head again a bit.
Chance: Alright pig. Let me think... well, I'd greatly favor a glass of lemonade.
Merc looks over at the table, seeing a glass of it already on it.
Merc: But I already made ya one of those today! Why didn't you just drink that one?
Chance thinks for a bit... blatantly knocking it off the table.
Chance: You clumsy oaf... look what you did! Clean it up... THEN fetch me another glass.
Merc doesn't even bother arguing, instead letting out a big sigh, grabbing a small broom, which Chance justly slaps right of his hand.
Chance: Actually... I'd prefer you used this!
He pulls out... a Barbie Sized Play Brush, daintily handing it over to Merc, as he smirks, relaxing, Merc looking even more pissed.
Merc: How the hell am I supposed to sweep up glass with this?!
Chance says nothing, instead looking up at the ceiling, humming loudly and to anything but himself as Merc bends down, finding the dustpan and with very much difficulty, getting the shattered glass remains up, which he walks over and dumps in a trashcan. Chance smiles, sitting back up.
Chance: Oh one more thing...
He reaches into his pocket, throwing a bag in Merc's face.
Chance: Let's see you make me some balloon animals twit.
Merc looks wide eyed.
Merc: Why the hell do you want a friggin balloon animal?!
Chance ponders this for a moment.
Chance: Eh... it'll amuse me.
Merc continues to be angered, snatching up the bag and ripping it open, pulling out a pink one and blowing into it, then simply tying it up, tossing it in Chance's lap.
Merc: Tah Dah... it's a worm.
Chance sighs, looking down, tossing the thing aside, now prompting to kick Merc right in the balls... as he gasps in pain, dropping on both knees, looking pissed, as Chance looks back, a huge grin on his face.
Chance: There we go... now that's amusement. Now... bring me some damn lemonade you goon!
Merc groans, clutching his junk, as he limps out of the locker room, Chance letting out a satisfied sigh, as he leans back in the chair.
Chance: Man... I love having a peasant.
Fade to Commercial
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Post by Tha Kid Joker on Nov 19, 2006 21:30:54 GMT -5
EXCLUSIVE on the EWT website is a backstage interview with God's Gift to Women, Cassinova. After a brief loading time, he is seen walking backstage following his Arm Wrestling match, when Sum Guy runs up to him and shoves a microphone in his face.
Cassinova: Dude… what the hell?
Sum Guy: I’m Sum Guy and my chain hangs low! Cassinova, how do you feel following your first loss in EWT?
Cassinova (looking confused): Loss? What do you mean loss?
Sum Guy: Well… Virus just handed your ass to you in arm wrestling…
Cassinova: So what? That doesn’t count. It only counts when I’m pinned or I submit.
Sum Guy: Well… technically you still haven’t been pinned or made to submit in the two matches you’ve wrestled. (He rolls his eyes.) But what happens when it’s a ladder match or some such?
Cassinova: …Correction. When I’m pinned, I submit, or the other person achieves the special stipulation of that match.
Sum Guy: …You mean like when one person makes the other person’s hand touch the table in a sanctioned Arm Wrestling match?
Cassinova: Exactly!
There’s a long pause between the two of them.
Cassinova: …Wait…
Sum Guy tries not to laugh.
Cassinova: Well, whatever! I still refuse to count it as a loss. Ask me some more questions.
Sum Guy: There’s not really much to ask. Oh yeah! What happened to you the other day?
Cassinova: What do you mean?
Sum Guy: When you no-showed Symphony of Destruction.
Cassinova: Oh yeah… that. Well, I met this chick at this bar, right?
Cassinova starts to tell the rest of the story, but a technical difficulty cuts the sound from the camera. The visual is still running, though, and Cassinova can be seen moving his lips mutely and making suggestive looking hand motions. Those hand motions include: Biffing both of his fists together, choking himself, forming a gun with his fingers and putting it to his hand, slapping himself in the face, doing the robot, and dribbling a basketball. All the while Sum Guy has very shocked and appalled expressions on his face. The difficulty is fixed right at the end of the story, and the sound returns.
Cassinova: And then on top of that, a midget jumped out of my suitcase the next morning and asked me for $3.50!
Sum Guy: Oh… my… god. I can’t blame you for not coming.
Cassinova: I know, right? Toom E. isn’t mad, is he?
Sum Guy: I heard that since it wasn’t an officially announced match, then the Toomster doesn’t really care. I guess he has better things to worry about.
Cassinova: Whew, that’s good. What about my opponent… who was it again? Chad Ocean? Chris Evans?
Sum Guy: Superkick.
Cassinova: Chad Michaels! That’s who it was! But yeah, did he have anything to say about it?
Sum Guy: Not that I know of.
Cassinova: Yeah, I thought so. He already knows the deal. I could beat that square with…
Sum Guy (along with Cassinova): Two arms tied behind your back, a blindfold, and five Brooklyn thugs shooting at you from ringside. Yeah, we know. Is that a challenge?
Cassinova: Hell no that isn’t a challenge! I have better things to do than to squash some little jabroni. I have to get a manicure, I’ve gotta balance my checkbook, I still haven’t called Kayla back…
Sum Guy (while Cassinova talks in the background): You heard it here first, folks. Cassinova has just laid out a challenge to “The Heartbreaker” Chad Michaels. Will he accept? Stay tuned to EWT to find out!
Sum Guy turns back to Cassinova, who obviously didn’t even hear what Sum Guy just said.
Sum Guy (as the picture and sound fade out): Dude, what hair-sheen spray do you use?
FADE TO BLACK
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Post by pta on Nov 20, 2006 14:36:37 GMT -5
We return from commercial, just in time to watch the PTA Bus pull right back up to the EWT Arena. The door slides open as Principal Pain slowly hobbles out, as each remaining Two Tough Tag Team follows. They all step into the middle of the parking lot, before Pain stops them completely. He looks over each one, as the seven teams stare back.
Pain: Well gentlemen... it's that time once again. Time for yet another one of you to be sent back to whence you came. Honestly I could care less whether any of you stuck around... but for those that stay, I guess I'll manage.
He looks over each one, walking over slowly to each one, staring at each duo right in the face, a very satisfied smile on his face as does so.
Pain: And now... the moment none of you probably been awaiting, the team that shall go home this week is...
Pain looks at the Mimes, then Team L33T, then Asylum Express... before stopping back in front of the mimes.
Pain: You pathetic silent clowns... I must say I am very happy to see you go, please get out of my sight.
One the mimes suddenly gets pissed, jumping right in Pain's face and pantomiming loud yelling at him in a look of anger. The principal says nothing, grabbing one of his crutches and BASHING the mime right over the skull, dropping him on the parking lot floor! The others look on in shock, as the Principal looks unamused.
Pain: Don't try and argue with me whelp. Even in my crippled state, I could still crush each and every last one of you. Now... if you don't want another taste... exit my presence.
The other standing mime nods... lifting his friend up and helping him out and away from the group as Pain smiles, now looking at the remaining teams.
Pain: Now that we have disposed of a team, it's time for you to find out... this weeks challenge. I've tested your physical prowess, this week... I want to see your... social skills in action. Later this week, you will be tested to see if you have... the Charisma to be noticed in the EWT. After all, usually being able to crush your enemies is no good if nobody cares about you as a person correct? Oh... and this week... NO IMMUNITY.
The teams once again look at Pain, rather surprised.
Bo: No immunity! Whaddya thinkin?!
Zip: Yeah man... that totally blows.
Pain silences them both with a quick motion to zip their lips.
Pain: Hmmm... just for that little out burst, things shall become even more interesting, as this week... the two teams with the lowest total votes shall be sent away. I suggest you quit while you're ahead.
The team looks again at each other, then Pain, who simply exits into the arena, as they all have rather... bewildered expressions on their face in response to this new twist.
Fade to next segment.
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Post by Joel, Mike, Currently...? on Nov 20, 2006 23:14:29 GMT -5
Bobby Cruise: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is a special Submission, so chosen by the Wheel of...Something or other...
The crowd gives up a cheap pop, knowing what's coming up next. "Clint Eastwood" hits, and HMark, Moxie, and Auraelia begin to make a slow paced, yet in tune with the music, walk down the ramp, and are soon jumped from behind by Joel and Mike. Mike clubs Moxie in the back of the head with a forearm, and Moxie rolls down the rest of the ramp, while Mike joins Joel in beating down on HMark. They each take either arm of him, and whip him into the rails, chest first, and HMark bounces off, clutching his chest. Mike continues to beat down on HMark, as Joel runs down to the ring, rolling Moxie in. Joel disappears under the apron, coming back up with a chair, which he brings into the ring with him. Joel stalks Moxie as he gets up, standing behind him. Joel waits until Moxie is to his feet completely, before he runs at him, and swipes his right leg out from underneath him with the chair.
Mike rushes down to the ring, as Joel puts Moxie in position for a Curb Stomp over the chair. Mike backs into the ropes, and slings off, hitting a double stomp to Moxie's head just as Joel completes the Curb Stomp. HMark runs down, and ducks a leg lariat from Joel, and lets him drop to the mat before locking him in a half crab. Mike takes up the chair, and swings for the fences, clobbering HMark in the head, knocking him from Joel. Mike pulls HMark back to his feet, and the blood is flowing. Mike quickly Ligerbombs him onto the chair, and turns him over into a Boston Crab, as Joel locks the equally bloody Moxie in a STF. After a few moments of stretching their opponents, the two disengage their holds, and Joel calls for the house mic.
Joel: Now, I believe the rules to the match was that we had to win by submission...well, as you can see, our opponents have passed out...and so, your winners, via our P***SY OPPONENTS PASSING THE F*** OUT, TEAM LEO!
Joel and Mike soaked in the boos, and Joel dropped the mic, as the two left their opponents in the ring, and walked to the back.
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Post by HMARK Center on Nov 21, 2006 2:07:51 GMT -5
Voice: HEY!
<Team LEO, arrogant smirks dissapearing, turn around>
HMark: <clutching a mic, on his knees, using the ropes to hold himself up on his knees, he feels at his forehead, and sees his blood> Now here's a sight I haven't seen for awhile. Wait, I just got knocked loopy for a second...did you boys just say you won by making us pass out? Pass out? Boys, I'M WIDE AWAKE!
Dave Prazak: <commentary> Oh God, he can't be serious.
<Auraelia can be seen rolling Moxie, who took the hardest hit, out of the ring. She goes to climb in to stop HMark, who lightly, but purposefully, pushes her away>
HMark: You heard me! Get down here, and just try and make me surrender, you worthless, gutless, no talent...SPOT MONKIES!
<Joel and Mike's faces contort in complete rage, and their eyes almost take a homicidal gleam. They begin stalking down the aisle, ready to finish the job they started, but stop short...in the ring, HMark, wobbly, has risen to his feet, and now holds a lead pipe, previously hidden in his ring coat.>
HMark: <still holding the mic> That's right, boys. You forgot to take this with you after the Megadeth.
<Joel and Mike proceed to attempt jumping up to the apron, but HMark, summoning any strength he has, swings the pipe in their general directions as they try. Eventually, they both get on it, ready to attack->
*THWACK!*
<Mikes falls back...Moxie has cracked a kendo stick across his back! He must've hidden it under the ring some time before the match. The camera zooms in on Moxie...his eyes are completely glazed over; he's doing this while practically unconscious. Moxie tries to get on top of Mike, wildly throwing fists at him, but Joel rushes him, easily knocking the dazed man off. Before he can do anything else, Auraelia, to the crowd's delight, jumps on his back, and goes for...a Dragon Clutch?! Keiko quickly runs to stop her, but before total bedlam can break out, security rushes down, seperating the two groups. Some EMT's come down, checking on Moxie, who's eyes look ready to roll into the back of his head, while HMark stumbles out of the ring in agony, still clutching the pipe, looking like he wants to go after LEO.>
<From the top of the entrance ramp, Joel, Mike, and Keiko stand, security trying to push them back. Mike can be heard yelling "We win this round! WE WIN THIS ROUND!">
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Post by Mystery on Nov 22, 2006 4:33:45 GMT -5
*Mystery sits in a dark corner of her room. The window shines a light onto the ground. She cowers.*
Can't sleep....clown will eat me. Can't sleep....clown will eat me. Can't sleep....clown will eat me. Can't sleep....clown will eat me.
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Post by Rick Raskall on Nov 22, 2006 11:07:49 GMT -5
WE FIND THE DEFENDANTS...GUILTY!!
America's Most Wanted enter the EWT Arena.
David Penzer: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Approaching the ring at a combined weight of 463 pounds, "Wildcat" Chris Harris, "Cowboy" James Storm, they are America's...Most...Wanted!!
Mike Tenay: And welcome back to the EWT Arena, ladies and gentlemen! We are set for tag team action as we see that AMW, America's Most Wanted, have already entered the ring!
Don West: THAT'S RIGHT MIKE TENAY!! IT'S HARRIS AND STORM VERSUS RASKALL AND TRUNK, HERE TONIGHT!! I CAN'T WAIT FOR THIS TO GO DOWN!!
Mike Tenay: I can't wait either, Don!
NOW YOU'RE MESSIN' WITH A...A SON OF A B**** (now you're messin' with a son of a b****)
David Penzer: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 535 pounds, Rick Raskall and Marcus Trunk!
Mike Tenay: And this team, Raskall and Trunk, were so close to winning the tag team titles last week, Don, that they can't wait to get their hands on Team Ireland once again!
Don West: THAT'S RIGHT MIKE TENAY!! MARCUS TRUNK HIT THAT INCREDIBLE POWERBOMB OFF THE ESCALATOR, BUT SEAN McCANN GRABBED THOSE BELTS ON THE WAY UP!!
Mike Tenay: Incredible awareness for him to do so...And Harris and Storm aren't wasting any time! They're pounding on Raskall and Trunk already!
Harris is clubbing at Raskall's back as Storm kicks Trunk in the midsection. The bell rings. Raskall and Trunk make a comeback and start punching away at Harris and Storm. Trunk clotheslines them both over the top rope. As AMW gets to their feet, Raskall goes off the ropes and executes a breathtaking corkscrew plancha onto both of them!
Don West: WOOOOOOWWWWW!!! DID YOU SEE THAT!! WHAT A MOVE!!
Mike Tenay: The corkscrew plancha, and AMW is out of it!
As Raskall gets to his feet, he grabs So Cal Val and gives her a passionate kiss. Val blushes as Raskall simply shrugs.
Don West: THAT'S RICK RASKALL, MIKE TENAY!! ALWAYS THE WOMANIZER!!
Harris gets to his feet and hits Raskall in the back. He rolls Raskall back into the ring. Referee Rudy Charles forces Trunk back into his corner. Harris goes for a cover.
1...2...kickout.
Harris picks up Raskall and whips him to the ropes. Harris ducks, and Raskall rolls over his back to AMW's corner, and slaps Storm in the face.
Don West: IN THE FAAAAACCEE!!!!
Harris runs back and tries to clothesline Raskall, but Raskall rolls under the clothesline and into his corner, tagging in Trunk.
Mike Tenay: And here comes the fresh man, Marcus Trunk.
Harris quickly tags in Storm. Storm gives Harris a "what the hell?" look before Trunk boots him off the apron. Storm rolls out onto the floor. Harris takes advantage and dumps Trunk over the top rope. As Trunk gets to his feet, Harris attempts a standing plancha. But Trunk catches him, and hits a fallaway slam right into Storm, who was standing behind him.
Don West: LOOK AT THAT!! THE STRENGTH OF MARCUS TRUNK, COMBINED WITH THE WHEREWITHALL TO TOSS HARRIS RIGHT INTO HIS OWN TAG TEAM PARTNER!!
Trunk roars as the crowd cheers wildly. Then he noticed So Cal Val standing off to the side. Trunk shrugs his shoulders and plants a big kiss on her, too. The crowd goes nuts as Raskall shakes his head and laughs. Trunk shouts "YEAH!!" as Val shakes her head and blushes.
Mike Tenay: Hey, that's a routine out of Rick Raskall's playbook!
Trunk gets back into the ring, as AMW are seriously pissed off. Harris and Storm charge back into the ring, only to be met with a double clothesline by Trunk. Trunk picks up Storm and starts battering him, but Harris takes down Trunk from behind with a chop block. Harris starts stomping away at the leg of Trunk, and Storm joins him. While Raskall tries to get into the ring to stop the double team, Rudy Charles pushes him back into his corner. AMW has laid Trunk's leg across the bottom rope and are taking turns jumping on it.
Mike Tenay: And here with the double team! Harris and Storm have Marcus Trunk isolated in their corner.
Don West: AND THERE'S NOTHING RICK RASKALL CAN DO ABOUT IT! REFEREE RUDY CHARLES DOESN'T SEE ANY OF IT!!
Harris stomps at Trunk's leg again. He then climbs up the turnbuckle to attempt a Vader splash.
Don West: WHAT IS HE DOING HERE MIKE TENAY?!?
Mike Tenay: He's looking to do more damage to that leg!
Harris jumps off the rope, but Trunk manages to roll out of the way. Harris crashes to the mat.
Mike Tenay: Chris Harris crashing and burning! Marcus Trunk is trying to make it to his corner!
Trunk manages to roll into his corner, and tags in Rick Raskall.
Don West: AND HERE COMES RICK RASKALL!! HE'S THE FRESH MAN, AND HE IS READY!!
Raskall runs in and clotheslines Harris! Storm runs in and takes a clothesline! Harris gets to his feet and receives a dropkick! Storm to his feet...Tornado DDT! The crowd goes nuts!
Don West: THIS CROWD IS GOING CRAZY MIKE TENAY!!
Raskall brushes his hands and slaps his leg twice, signalling for the superkick. Storm gets to his feet. Raskall lunges out, but Storm catches his foot. Storm swings Raskall around...Enzuigiri to Harris! But Storm pounds Raskall on the back, and lifts him into a crucifix position. He spins him around and drops him with the Eye of the Storm! Raskall is down, and Trunk is still favoring his leg!
Mike Tenay: The Eye of the Storm! We haven't seen James Storm break out that move in a long time!
Harris struggles to his feet, and Storm points to the top rope. Harris nods and heads to the top, as Storm cradles Raskall.
Mike Tenay: And now they're setting up for the Death Sentence! But here comes Trunk!
As Harris goes to the top rope, Trunk knocks him off balance. Raskall punches away at Storm, forcing him to release the cradle. Trunk gets Harris onto his shoulders, and manages to swing him around and hit Trunk Buster #2! Raskall crawls over and makes the cover!
1...2...Storm makes the save!
Mike Tenay: And Storm just barely breaks up the count!
Don West: OHHHHH SO CLOSE!
Storm tosses Raskall out of the ring. He punches away at Trunk and kicks at his leg. Harris is still somewhat incapacitated in the ring after taking so much punishment. Storm whips Trunk across the ring, and Trunk stumbles and falls under his weakened leg. Storm takes Trunk's leg, and manages to apply a Figure Four leglock on Trunk's massive legs.
Mike Tenay: The Figure Four! The Figure Four! How has he managed to put the Figure Four on the enormous Marcus Trunk?
Just then, Raskall climbs up to the apron and does a springboard legdrop right across Storm's chest! Storm releases the hold. As Raskall gets to his feet, Harris hits him with a left-armed lariat, taking Raskall off his feet.
Mike Tenay: OHHHH whata lariat by the Wildcat! Rick Raskall must be out cold!
Don West: I KNOW MIKE TENAY!! RICK RASKALL IS OUT OF THIS MATCH!!
Harris and Storm manage to get Trunk to his feet. Storm puts Trunk in a bearhug position. Harris goes off the ropes, and Storm manages to momentarily lift Trunk so they can hit the Hart Attack.
Don West: WHAT A FEAT OF STRENGTH THERE BY JAMES STORM!!
Storm goes for the cover, but Rudy Charles waves him off.
Rudy Charles: No! He's not the legal man!
Mike Tenay: Did you hear what Referee Rudy Charles just said? Marcus Trunk is not the legal man!
Don West: THAT'S RIGHT MIKE TENAY!! THAT MUST MEAN THAT RICK RASKALL IS THE LEGAL MAN!!
Meanwhile, people watching the show on TV groan collectively and say "No s***, Sherlock."
Harris goes to the outside and rolls Raskall back into the ring. He picks up Raskall and attempts the Catatonic Slam, but Raskall reverses it and hits Harris with a spinning hurricanrana! Raskall scrambles to his corner and tags Trunk back into the match!
Don West: AND HERE COMES MARCUS TRUNK!!
Trunk levels Storm with a clothesline. Harris runs at Trunk, but Trunk hoists him up, runs in a circle, and plants Harris with a vicious running spinebuster! Harris rolls out of the ring in a world of pain. Trunk gets Storm to his feet and points Raskall towards the turnbuckle.
Mike Tenay: What does Marcus Trunk have in mind now?
Don West: I DON'T KNOW MIKE TENAY, BUT I CAN'T WAIT TO FIND OUT!!
Trunk hoists Storm into a powerbomb position. Raskall climbs to the top rope. He flips off the top rope, catching Storm's neck. All three of them crash to the mat with a sickening neckbreaker/sitout powerbomb combination!
Mike Tenay: AAAAAOOOOOOOHHHHH he hit it!! What an incredible move by Raskall and Trunk!
Storm is out! Harris is still on the outside! Rudy Charles makes the count!
1...
2....
3!
Dave Penzer: Here are your winners, Raskall and Trunk!
Raskall struggles to his feet, and whispers something in Penzer's ear. Penzer shrugs.
Dave Penzer: Here are your winners and soon-to-be EWT Tag Team Champions, Raskall and Trunk!
Raskall takes the mic from Penzer.
Raskall: *huff huff* Yeah, you hear that, Team Ireland? *huff huff* You may pride yourselves *huff huff* on being tough Irish bastards, *huff huff* but now you're messin' with a SON OF A B****!!
NOW YOU'RE MESSIN' WITH A...A SON OF A B**** (now you're messin' with a son of a b****)
Raskall and Trunk exit the ring, still exhausted, but victorious as the EWT crowd cheers them on.
Mike Tenay: What a great match we just witnessed, Don! I can't wait to see these guys tangle again!
Don West: I CAN' WAIT TO SEE THESE GUYS AS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, MIKE TENAY!! IN FACT, I'D RATHER SEE ANYBODY AS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS THAN THOSE MISERABLE CHEATERS, TEAM IRELAND!!
Mike Tenay: We're gonna take a commercial break, but we'll be right back with more action!
Cut to commercial
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Post by paulpodanski on Nov 22, 2006 11:45:29 GMT -5
As we return from commercial we see Paul Podanski standing by with good ol Sum Guy, currently chugging down a bottle of beer, as he leans back up against the wall, looking around the place.
Paul: Damn man... I haven't done one of these in awhile.
Sum: I'm Sum Guy and something tells me I'm gonna be physically hurt after or during this interview! I'm here with the recently returned Paul Podanski, who last week... had a very heated confrontation with his former manager... Dr. Vivian Anemone. So being the lifeless loser I am, i just had to find out what it's all about. So Paul... what's it all about?
Podanski says nothing, reaching into his pocket again and pulling out a second bottle, tossing the first one into a conveniently located trash can. He immediately unscrews this new one's cap, immediately chugging it down as well, before letting out a loud belch and turning back.
Paul: Summy... there's a difference between your average manager and Dr. Vivian Anemone. A manager will stick around and help you win matches, whether by cheering ya on or just getting physically involved. Anemone was a piece of scum who just used people, then threw them away when she got tired of playing with them like they were just some disposable kind of toys. Yeah I'll admit... things started promising and all, with her being out for the first few matches... before she just got so full of herself, that she abandoned Me and Splash, so she could pursue the GND Title. Heh... and all that got her was her ugly ass head shaved.
Sum nods as if he understands. Obviously, he doesn't
Sum: Cool... cool. But you can't say it's not at least partway your fault right? I mean, you did let her down...
Paul drops his bottle, as it shatters onto the ground, turning to Sum.
Paul: SUM... I didn't let her down. I won those belts... and I almost had them retained, until those sons of Hootie Hoo!es from Team Ireland decided to stick their faces in and screw us out of the belts.
Sum: So why don't you just invoke a rematch clause with them or something?
Paul stares at him.
Paul: Eh, nobody's seen Splash since Symphony of Destruction. And besides, I figure I held the belts by beating two of the best teams in the EWT, I beat tons of different tag Teams in the EWT, so I figure... I've done all I wanted in the Tag Division for now. But it was a fun ride while it lasted. Now I'm just ready to get back into the singles hunt. Besides, those Raskall and Trunk guys pretty much have Team Ireland already in their sights. No need to come between them
Sum: I see... which brings us to your opponent this week, Spyke Johanson right?
Paul: Spyke... oh yeah, the Swedish Dance master. I've seen his stuff, both on and off the Dance Floor. Former Toolshed Champion to boot, don't know how he lost it to that Indigo fella though. But that's beside the point, Johanson... you're a hell of an athlete, but Podanski here has got to get back into the swing of things and if that means I'm gonna have to beat ya down, then sorry kid... but I am gonna beat ya down! But hey, after your bruises and bumps have all healed up, I'll take you to the bar or something.
Paul reaches into his pocket again, pulling out a breath mint and popping it in his mouth.
Sum: One more question... are you concerned about the fact that something may be going on between Coach O Hare and Vivian Anemone?
Paul's eyes go wide as he pukes at the sight of those two doing... things together, unfortunately all over Sum Guy's shirt.
Paul: Geez man... don't be putting nasty images in my head.
He turns and walks away as Sum turns back to the camera.
Sum: Well I'm Sum Guy and... I didn't get hit! Ya...
A baseball comes out of nowhere and cracks Sum right in the skull, bringing him down quickly as we cut to the next segment.
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Nov 22, 2006 16:30:11 GMT -5
Singapore Caine is in the bathroom.He is just exiting the stall when from out of nowherehe gets GORED back into it by Rhyno! Rhyno then sends him headfirst into the large mirror over the sinks and then tosses him out into the hall and he then forcibly walks Caine down the hall, slamming his head into the brick wall as he goes.
Finally reaching an exit door, he kicks Caine through it and out onto the loading dock. Rhyno then gives him a painful powerbomb into the extremely muddy concrete ground below!
Rhyno then grabs a huge wooden crate and slams it down onto the fallen Singapore Caine to finish the beating off. Then with a laugh he walks back into the building.
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Nov 22, 2006 16:42:23 GMT -5
"Do You Want To Be A Hero?" plays over the speakers as Singapore Caine makes his way down to the ring where Alex Shelley already awaits. But Singapore Caine is clearly in an extremely foul mood.
The bell rings starting the match and Alex charges Caine only to get violently clotheslined to the mat.Caine pulls Shelly to his feet and throws him even more violently into the corner-Shelley acciddentally whacking the referee and knocking him down in the process.
As the referee tries to recover, Alex Shelley attacks again and this time tries for a dropkick--but Caine responds with by grabbing Alex's legs in midair and then spinning around and sending Alex face first into the steel post!
As Alex slowly gets to his feet, he doesn't notice as Singapore Caine grabs his namesake weapon and waits for his opponent to turn around,and when Alex does just that..........................................
CA-RACK!
Caine hits Alex so hard that he's busted open and knocked completely out!
Caine then covers his opponent--first tossing his weapon away so the ref will not notice, waits for the ref to stumble over and start counting......
1.... 2..... 3!
Singapore Caine has won--but he's still obviously not in a good mood and after retreiving his weapon he storms up the ramp and into the backstage area in search for Rhyno........
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Post by tacotim on Nov 23, 2006 5:12:04 GMT -5
*Homicide's music hits, and he comes out to the ring, seconded by J-Train himself, Julius Smokes. Smokes jumps around and mugs for the camera, like he usually does. Once Homicide enters the ring, the lights dim.
As usual, the strobe lights come up, silhouetting the body of "Creepshow" Cletus Quinn. Cletus gets to ringside, where he tosses a chair into the ring before sliding in himself. The lights come up, and Cletus grabs the chair, setting it up and having a seat. Cletus looks sweaty and dirty, with his hair falling onto his face. He hasn't shaved in quite awhile, his eyes are bloodshot, and he's still bandaged up from his barbed wire match. He looks as though he hasn't sleeped in days. He asks for a microphone...
Cletus: I'll be honest, there's a reason I haven't been showing up here in the EWT in the past week or so. I don't wanna say I "lost my smile" or anything. *Cletus cracks a half-hearted smile before sighing* Folks, here's the story: I came in to EWT with the hopes and dreams every kid has. I was gonna take this place by storm and quickly make a name for myself. Well, I went undefeated here, but for reasons I'm not even sure of anymore, I left. And since leaving EWT, I've been in a living hell. I don't wanna go into it, really. The point is that I came back here, not because I got myself cleaned up, but because that stupid EWT Hall of Fame plaque was staring me in the face every night, mocking my lack of accomplishments.
I come back and proceed to get put in a high-profile World Title match, for seemingly no reason at all. Every match I've had since returning, excluding one lousy stupid disqualification, I've come up on the LOSING END! Well, after my barbed-wire match, I took a few days to collect myself, mentally in addition to physically.
*Cletus stands up and kicks the chair over*
Cletus: I'm picking myself up out of the gutter, once again! This melodrama isn't over, and the HERO is not DEAD! Homicide, I mean no disrespect when I say this, but I'm not standing face to face with you here tonight. No...TONIGHT I stand face to face with my SHOT at REDEMPTION! And I don't intend to wallow in my own self-pity. I'm gonna prove to all THESE PEOPLE...and I'm gonna prove to MYSELF...that I DESERVE to be here!
*Cletus throws the microphone, and gets right up and piefaces Homicide. Homicide answers with a chop, but Cletus responds back with one of his own. The two men exchange chops back and forth, neither man backing down. Homicide eventually gains the advantage, and whips Cletus into the corner. Homicide charges in, only for Cletus to get the boot up. As Homicide staggers away, Cletus schoolboys him.
ONE... T-Cletus lets go of Homicide and kicks him stiff in the back. Homicide gets to his hands and knees, only for Cletus to grab him and deliver Kawada kicks! Homicide grabs Cletus's leg and drags him to the mat as Homicide stands up. Homicide delivers a series of stiff kicks to the back of Quinn, before Quinn rolls to the outside to recuperate. Homicide isn't having that, though. He dives through the ropes with a tope con hilo!
Julius Smokes: YEAH YEAH YEAH!
*Homicide grabs Quinn and rolls him back into the ring. Cletus gets to his feet, just in time for Homicide to whip him into the ropes. Cletus nails a front dropkick to the knee, causing Homicide to go down to one knee. Cletus lands a Glimmering Warlock! He goes for the cover...
ONE... TWO... T-kickout! Cletus pulls Homicide up and backs him into the corner. Cletus whips Homicide into the opposite corner, but Cide reverses. Cletus runs up the turnbuckles and moonsaults the standing Homicide! Cletus pulls Cide up and sets him up for the Last Suplex on the Left, only for Cide to block it. Cide delivers a suplex of his own, rolls through, and delivers a Falcon Arrow! He goes for the cover...
ONE... T-Kickout! Cletus staggers to his feet, only for Cide to run the ropes and charge him with a clothesline! Cletus instinctively ducks, turns around, and delivers a lungblower on Homicide! Both men are down on the mat!
The Crowd: CLE-TUS QUINN! CLE-TUS QUINN! CLE-TUS QUINN!
*Cletus uses the ropes to get to his feet, as Homicide pulls himself up. Cletus charges in, kicks Cide in the midsection, and sets Cide up for the Vampire Killer! Cide backbody drops him, however. Cletus, though, quickly trips Homicide and puts him in La Magistral Cradle...
ONE... TWO... T-Kickout! Cletus quickly grabs Cide, though, and nails the Last Suplex on the Left! Cide falls to the mat in a heap, as Cletus stumbles toward the corner. He's ready to charge in and nail Suspiria on Cide. Cide gets to his feet, Quinn runs in, only for Cide to sidestep. Quinn lands ass-first on the mat. Cide pulls Quinn up and delivers DA COP KILLA! Cide crawls to the fallen Cletus Quinn and attempts a pin!
ONE... TWO... T-KICKOUT! Somehow, Cletus finds the strength to get up to his feet Cide has a "WTF" look on his face. Nevertheless, Cide whips Cletus into the ropes. Cletus comes back, only to use the momentum to whip Homicide into the ropes. Homicide attempts a Lariat again, but Cletus ducks, turns around, and nails SUSPIRIA!!! Cide is dazed on one knee, as Cletus pulls him up and delivers the FULCI DRIVER!!! He goes for the cover...
ONE... TWO... THREE!
Ring Announcer: The winner of this match, "CREEPSHOW" CLETUS QUINN!!!
*The exhausted winner manages to raise his hands in victory. Cletus crawls to the ropes and pulls himself up. Cletus raises his arms again, as the crowd chants "CREEPSHOW! CREEPSHOW! CREEPSHOW!" Cletus helps Homicide to his feet, and the two shake hands. Cletus rolls out of the ring and slaps hands with the fans on his way to the back. Cut to commercial.
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Post by pta on Nov 23, 2006 13:05:27 GMT -5
As we return from commercial, Pomp and Circumstance starts up as the crowd gives a mixed reaction, half to spite the man who it's signals for, half excited about the next Two Tough Competition. The principal heads down towards the ring, followed from behind by the six remaining tag teams, as he crutches himself up the steps, entering the ring and watching as the various teams all follow him in. He looks over them all a bit, as he then is handed a microphone. Pain: Well then, here we are... ready for our next competition. As I promised, this one shall test your mental wit rather than your physical skills. You see, in the EWT, you must learn to roll with the proverbial punches, you see... people here WILL tear you both mentally and physically apart if you're not worthy enough to hang with them in their level. So you see, I decided to recruit one of the EWT's best trash talkers... a man whose no stranger to these types of things, ladies and gentlemen... please welcome, last years Harlot hunt host... the VLB himself, Curly Long! Moving on Up blasts out of the Toomitron as Long makes his way to the outside of the ring, as per usual, being carried on Mr. Big's shoulders, as the crowd douses him in a booing frenzy. Long doesn't seem too shaken, since he really could care less. He and Big enter the ring, stepping up as Pain looks down at him, with a rather respecting look. Pain: Good of you to join us Mr. Long. Curly: Hey... I never pass up the opportunity to humliate fellas Pain! It's like my bread and butter or something. The principal chuckles slightly, nodding. Pain: Yes... you certainly do have a way with words. especially the kinds I'd like right now. Now you see gentlemen... this is how it's going to work. Mr Long here is going to hurl a few insults your way... some rather nasty ones if I were to guess. Your job... is to simply retaliate using a few nasty words of your own. So... I suggest you be ready so you don't come off looking like total morons. Faboon and Zeleke suddenly run up to Long and stare at him... bending down and smooshing their faces practically right into his own. He snaps his fingers as Big simply boots them back away, the two quickly stepping back, still on all fours. Sinder looks over the midget king. Scott: I see sir... so you would like us to unleash a verbal fury no less? I'd say that happens to be my... forte. He smirks as Pain looks over. Pain: Well then young man... I think I'll let you go first... and begin! Scott nods to Dylan and rubs his hands in glee SCOTT: This will be a Piece of cake! ... CURLY: Sorry, Big here ate all the cakes a while back, there's only a mean lean talking machine left! ... Big smiles, arms folded SCOTT: Listen you diminutive short arse, I did not come to this competition to be interrupted! I came here to teach everyone including you a lesson in pain! CURLY LONG: Listen kid, school went out long ago and the only lesson left is sexual education, but you two should know all about that though ... DYLAN DOMINO: Yeah why's that? CURLY LONG: Well I don't like to brag ... but I taught your mothers everything, after school !! ... heheheh ... Mr. Big and Curly High five as International Uprising try to recover. SCOTT: ... look .. CURLY: ... at what? an international uprising? you guys aren't even from different countries, hardly what I 'd call international and I've seen those Asian beauties in Thailand ... DYLAN: ... We're trying to ... CURLY: ... start an uprising? the only evidence I can see of an uprising is the rush of blood in your pants every time you stand near Principal Pain! ... Principal Pain looks at the pair quietly shocked. Curly grins as Scott and Dylan protest and argue for another chance to continue but Pain shakes his head. Team L33T step up Zip has a laptop at his side, Curly looks them up and down mulling over what he might say. Big picks up a microphone. MR. BIG: Hey what gives Pain, why are you trying to give us The New Nyrds? CURLY: Your right Big, and we all know that anything with New in front of the name fails miserably … ZIP: Hey we are no Nyrds … CURLY: Could have fooled us! TAD: No we are the next step … the greatest tag team to represent EWT BOTH: We are Team L33T! Curly raises an eybrow as if confused CURLY: Ah, so your Team Elite! BOTH: L33T!! CURLY: Yeah well, I don’t speak techno … and the only elite thing here is Myself and the Big mans natural charm! … so Tadpole and Zipper get out of my face! ZIP: You’d never say that to my Level 60 Undead Warrior Lord! Syrrax the Boneraiser!! Curly sighs, Mr. Big passes Curly Long Zip’s laptop CURLY: What was that game called again? TAD: World of Warcraft! Curly types for a few seconds CURLY: Well I got something here …a World of … Whup Ass to level on you too … Curly throws the laptop out of the ring where it smashes on the floor, Team L33T watch in horror! BOTH: He broke it! … Team L33T look mortified! CURLY: Sorry … but I don’t play games … heh. Curly moves on as Pain chuckles at the wanton display of vandalism CURLY: I know you two. You clean up backstage, how is Paul Podanski's locker room these days? ... MOE: Shut it! Darn right we clean up Mr. Long, and we have seen what you leave behind ... BO: It's disgusting, all that cream and body flu ... CURLY: Enough ... the audience does not need to hear what happens in my private life! MOE: Why is there something your trying to keep secret ... BO: Hey Moe, maybe we should blackmail him, after all we know what he gets up to ... MOE: Hey, you’re right. I mean we still have all that stuff we had to remove from his room... BO: Yeah like that oily large purple d …. CURLY: Nice try guys, but you see these people don't need to hear about it ... The crowd boo loudly CURLY: Because … they can buy it and see it on www.EWTmarket.com ... oh yes ... Hard, Long and Rude: Curly Long Uncut! ... Curly clicks his fingers and Mr. Big, throws some DVDs into the crowd, a few shocked mothers scream. Curly takes one and passes it to Moe CURLY: All the rawest midget action you could want, after all your the guys who have been snooping in my office ... Curly looks out to he crowd CURLY: Ladies, now you know when you lonely at home you can still get it all night Long!! Bo looks like he is about to be sick whilst Moe just shakes his head and looks down at the floor. Curly moves along to Asylum Express. CURLY: Ah Asylum Express … so are we taking our medication this week? HOOVER: EWT is our Medication you … C***! … moron. Didn’t you pay attention to what we said in the first week? Just because you have a … F*****g! height problem doesn’t mean you can insult us! CURLY: Of course I can, it’s my job. FARGO: Did he just say he slept with our mothers? CURLY: Oh I did that on the house ... or was it in the bedroom ... FARGO: But that means … the voices are true!! … Aggghhhh!! Fargo collapses to he ground in a fetal position, clutching his head and screaming. Hoover tries to comfort him, which is tricky whilst wearing a straight jacket HOOVER: It’s ok, think of our happy S*** place .. Pain suggests Curly moves on to Dick and Duke CURLY: Hmm ... you boys got something to say to me then? Dirk punches Curly in the face! Mr. Big responds by grabbing dirk by the collar and throwing him over the top rope to the outside. CURLY: Son'of a %##!** ... Curly looks at Duke, holding his nose in pain CURLY: You have two seconds to explain that or we have an early elimination by Mr. Big! DUKE: We don't talk, we act! CURLY: You got balls I’ll give you that, well you did have. Curly kicks Duke right between the legs, Duke crumples as Curly moves on to the next team CURLY: So who are you guys? Zeleke looks up from his collection of cookies he brought to the ring as Faboon crab-walks over to Curly FABOON: A mere particle of sure fire ash is in the way of the cosmic juggernaut! CURLY: Ere .. ya what? ZELEKE (eating cookies): We said the mighty … chomp-scrunch … plutoian butter people will destroy the 3 limbed pygmy person of outer-jacksonville! FABOON: BOONFA!! BOONFA!! ZELEKE: EKLEZ! EKLEZ! CURLY: You guys are nuttier than the local squirrel farm! ZELEKE: The squirrels will report you to the masher, oh low man of the otem pole! CURLY: The masher? … look here .. FABOON: Where? CURLY: No I mean … ZELEKE: Your mean? that’s not nice … FABOON: That’s down right and to the left over the hill …. CURLY: You lost me … ZELEKE: Then you should have paid attention … that will be $7 please. FABOON: BOONEY-FA!! BOONEY-FA!! BOONEY-FA!! Curly looks at Pain who seems mildly amused, Meanwhile Raft-Shack have started to play a game of thumb wars with there toes CURLY: Okay Pain I’m out of here, these two are just weird. C’mon Big we need to get you ready for your match with Ultimo Chocula! Curly and Mr. Big leave the ring, as the team of Raft-Shack begin a conversation with the Asylum Express Pain meanwhile watches from afar shaking his head slightly as he watches the exit. Pain: Well now, that was certainly amusing. But like I said earlier... it doesn't matter, no Immunity. Next week, two of you shall be expelled from my ring and sent back to whence you came. But for those of you who survive next week... I think you'll rather enjoy next weeks challenge. Well... I know I shall. Pain exits the ring, to leave the six teams to do whatever as we quickly cut to commercial.
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on Nov 23, 2006 16:55:28 GMT -5
JR : Good evening, folks ! We' re back at ringside where the match between Mysth and Kevin Nash is about to start !
Otherworld hits, the fireworks blow up and Mysth appears. He makes his usual entrance, still friendly with the crowd !
Announcer : The following match is schedulded for ONE FALL ! Making his way to the ring, from Strasbourg, France, wheighing in at 238 lbs, A Darkness In The Light... MYSTH !!
The crowd is cheering as Mysth enters into the ring. Mysth goes up a turnbuckle and spreads his arms to greet them.
Announcer : And his opponent, from Detroit, Michigan, wheighing in at 315 lbs... KEVIN NASH !!
The crowd pops as they see the great Kevin Nash making his way to the ring. Kevin joins Mysth into the ring and stares at him.
JBL : Another big sized opponent for Mysth, and I don' t think he' ll be able to hit any of his finishers on Nash.
DING !! DING !!
Kevin Nash immediately runs at Mysth and tries to perform a clothesline, but Mysth dodges and hits a Swing NeckBreaker. Mysth runs to the ropes and performs a Shining Wizard ! He then Kevin grabs Nash by the hair and starts to lift him but Nash hits a Low Blow ! Mysth falls on the ground and Nash kicks him twice in the back of head, then, he lifts him and sets him for the Scoop Slam ! Elbow Drop now ! Nash is now locking the Sleeper Hold ! But Mysth quickly gets out of it ! Mysth gets up, runs at Kevin Nash and hits the Flying Clothesline ! The crowd is bursting with excitement ! Mysth now climbs the turnbuckle and he jumps for the Moonsault ! But, he doesn' t pin Kevin Nash yet, he knows it' s too early, so he pulls Nash in the middle of the ring and performs the Iron Claw ! That' s very painful for Nash who' s trying to remove Mysth' s hand, but he' s not giving ! The ref comes to check if Nash' s giving up... Finally, after long effort, Nash manages to push Mysth' s hand. He grabs Mysth and Irishp Whips him to a corner, he runs and hits a powerful Clothesline ! While Mysth is groggy, he hits a Big Boot ! Mysth gets up, kicks, Nash grabs the feet, Mysth goes for the Grab Enzuigiri ! NO ! Kevin Nash duked and managed to dodge the kick ! Mysth falls on the ground, and as he gets up, Nash comes behind him and performs the Back Suplex ! And it' s not over yet ! Nash picks Mysth up and Irish whips him to the ropes, he tries for the Big Boot, but Mysth slides under Nash' s feet and puts his fist up ! Low Blow ! Mysth gets up and locks the Dragon Sleeper ! Once again, Mysth has it locked very tight, and Nash is screaming in pain ! Kevin Nash is about to give up ! He can' t take it much longer ! But NO ! Finally, he manages to punch Mysth in the head ! The fans can' t believe what they' re seeing ! Nash jumps on Mysth and hits the DDT ! Now that Mysth is on the ground, he performs some fury punches. He runs to the rope, but Mysth gets up quicker than he thought and he replies with a Spinning DDT ! Then Mysth picks Nash up and Irish whips him in a corner. He runs at Nash and hits the Clothesline ! But he keeps him in the corner. Mysth now sets Kevin on the turnbuckle, he climbs, grabs him, and hits the Superplex !! That move made a hell of an impact ! And now Mysth goes for the cover !
1 !
2 !
3-NOOOOOOO... !
Nash got up at the very last moment !!
The crowd is really going wild !! They' re both getting up and Kevin punches Mysth with European Uppercuts, then hits the Sidebuster ! And now... NOW... KEVIN NASH IS SETTING MYSTH FOR THE JACKNIFE !! He puts Mysth' s head between his legs, he lifts him and... TURNED INTO A DDT BY MYSTH !! Kevin Nash is lying unconscious in the middle of the ring !! Mysth goes for the pin !!
1...
2...
3 !!
HE GOT IT !!
Announcer : Here' s your winner... MYSTH !!
Otherworld hits as Mysth celebrates. He leaves the ring and high fives some fans. On the ring, Nash can' t believe he lost.
Fades away...
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Ass Dan
King Koopa
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Post by Ass Dan on Nov 24, 2006 0:04:51 GMT -5
Klepacki’s Hell March hits the PA system, and boos emanate from the crowd.
WE WANT WAR! WAKE UP!
Joe One appears from behind the curtain to a chorus of boos. He shows no emotion as he walks to the ring. Flames blaze from the set as the marching stops and metal plays.
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Entering the ring, from Airstrip One, weighing in at 234 lbs., Joe One!
More boos.
Announcer: And, already in the ring, accomponyed by Matt Bentley and Johnny Devine, weighing in at 215 lbs., Kazarian!
The audience gives a lukewarm reception for the newly gothic Kaz. Matt and Johnny pat him on the back as Joe One enters the ring with a snide look on his face.
*DING DING DING*
One and Kazarian circle each other before they lock up. Kazarian swifts around One and gets him in a wristlock. One stays in the position for a few seconds before jumping and sitting down, effectivly giving a cutter to Kazarian. Kaz quickly gets up, but gets on the recieving end of a pheonix splash, which is impressive, considering that both are on the mat. Before Kazarian can get back up, One hits a Smith Stomp on him. Quickly, One locks on the Sleeper Hold. Suddenly, Bentley and Devine jump to the ring, but the referee stops them from entering the ring. With the ref distracted, One knees Kazarian in the mommy-daddy button! As the ref turns back, Kazarian taps!
*DING DING DING*
Announcer: Here is your winner, Joe One!
One holds onto the hold for a few more seconds before the ref tells him to let go. He lets go of the hold and demands a mic. He is given one, naturally.
One: Is this what I have to do?
The crowd boos.
One: I have yet to get a credible challenger. All I get are wash-ups or those greener than grass.
Matt Bentley has gone to look at Kazarian, but One kicks him in the side of the head. The audience boos some more.
One: If any man has the testicular fortitude to challenge me, and by challenge I mean physicaly, not just by way of speech, I will accept his challenge and further my journey to the championship. There may be others, but there can be only One!
Joe One throws his mic in the face of Johnny Devine and walks to the back to a myriad of boos.
*A SMATTERING OF COMMERCIALS*
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Curly Long
AC Slater
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Post by Curly Long on Nov 24, 2006 6:59:02 GMT -5
Mr. Big and Curly Long are in there office, a plate of turkey legs sit on the desk. Curly is reading the latest copy of Maxim magazine whilst Mr. Big is trying on some new sunglasses.
MR. BIG: So boss, did we win that match last week?
CURLY: huh?
MR.BIG: Ya'know the Catch the Midget match with Two Kewl?
Curly looks up from his magazine and grabs a turkey leg
CURLY: I believe the referee ruled it as a draw.
MR. BIG: A draw?
CURLY: Well it had been going on for almost a week straight with no winner, I think he was hungry and missing his kids, so he called it a no contest.
Curly starts to eat the leg as Mr.Big gets a beep on his cellphone, and reads the message
MR. BIG: The new matches are up Boss.
CURLY (mid-mouthful): Yeah .. mmph ... who we got?
MR.BIG: Well you have to face the dreaded Sharkboy!!
Both laugh for a while
MR.BIG: More importantly I have a match with our good friend Ultimo Chocula
Curly grins a grin only a mother could love as the gap in his teeth can be seen.
CURLY: Finally the man who started in the gutter is going to be returning to his sewer rat friends! ... I'm the true star around here, he's just a bum who got lucky recently! ... I'm going to enjoy watching him get destroyed .. heheh
We fade out as the pair laugh and plot what they will do next
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