Maelstrom
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The Tide Will Turn!
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Post by Maelstrom on Nov 30, 2006 11:10:31 GMT -5
*We are at ringside and with announcers Gorilla Monsoon and JBL*
GORILLA: Hello Everyone, I'm Gorilla Monsoon alongside Jesse 'The Body' Ventura and we are preparing for the main event, and Jesse you have to believe this could be the toughest challenge for Maelstrom yet!
JBL: Gorilla, this man is a living monster ... he has dominated the ring like no other. This match will be like everything else he has done ... destructive and dangerous!
GORILLA: Well JBL I hope to see a good match here, let’s go to Lillian who is in the ring.
*We focus on Lillian who has a beaming smile as she announces the match*
LILLIAN: The following contest is for the EWT World Heavyweight Title … It will be one fall and is an ‘I quit Submission match’ …
*The crowd is excited and cheers*
LILLIAN: Introducing first …
*The song ‘Out of My Way’ fires out of the speakers as the crowd cheers loudly! … and here comes Merc, he is finishing off a beer and looks to be stumbling a little*
LILLIAN: from Parts Unknown ... he weighs in at 305lbs … he is Merc!
*Merc climbs the stairs to the ring and enters; he goes to the far turnbuckle and poses for the fans. They cheer loudly as he downs the remainder of the can before throwing into the crowd.*
LILLIAN: and his ….
*’Sweetest Perfection’ by Depeche Mode suddenly begins to play, the crowd who had been cheering begin to boo as Chance Confidence comes out. Chance smirks as he heads to ringside with a small muddy dog, a bucket of water and towel in hand. Merc looks across and slams his fist on the turnbuckle in frustration as Chance takes up a microphone*
CHANCE: Listen Slave, I need this dog cleaned right now!
MERC: What the hell! I’m about to have a EWT Title match and you want me cleaning some filthy dog?
CHANCE: Just do it slave, you can have fun with your friends later, I have errands that take priority!
*The crowd boos loudly as Merc slowly grabs the bucket and begins to clean the dog. Chance nods smugly and drops down to the outside whilst continuing to shout orders at Merc.*
GORILLA: This is a disgrace, Merc shouldn’t put up with this kind of behaviour during ring time!
JBL: Gorilla he lost the match and this is his penalty! I love it, why didn’t I think of getting a slave when I was WWE Champion ... oh wait I had Orlando!
GORILLA: Would you stop!
*Lillian gets back to the task in of announcing.*
LILLIAN: His opponent …
*Smoke begins to rise from the stage to the heavens as the lights flicker green & blue. The music of ‘Apocalypse Please’ by Muse begins to play.*
LILLIAN: He hails from the Aquarium and weighs in at around 286lbs …
*The smoke explodes skywards as the song reaches its full impact and through the smoke strides Maelstrom!! The crowd boos loudly with a few chants of ‘We won’t Turn!’ Maelstrom ignores it and heads to the ring.*
LILLIAN: He is your EWT World Heavyweight Champion … He is Maelstrom!!
*Maelstrom enters the ring and raises his hands and the title high so everyone can see, the jeering and booing is deafening. Merc watches from a knelt position as he dries the dog off. Maelstrom turns to his opponent after handing the belt to the referee. Maelstrom walks over and kicks the bucket of now muddy water over, covering the dog in dirty water again! The dog terrified leaps out of the ring and onto Chance Confidence ruining his smart clothing; a mild cheer comes from the fans as Merc stands up, towel in hand and confronts Maelstrom.*
GORILLA: These two look ready to go JBL.
JBL: I think chance might have something to say about that.
*They talk crap at each other for a bit until a highly irate Chance Confidence gets on the apron to shout at the pair of them for ruining his suit. Maelstrom shouts something at Chance, which gives Merc the opportunity to push Maelstrom in the chest, Maelstrom pushes him back and Merc throws the towel away in anger, which hits Chance right in the face! Merc throws a punch, and Maelstrom blocks it and tries a clothesline but Merc ducks and it nails the towel blinded Chance Confidence instead sending him crashing into the outside railings! Maelstrom sneers before turning into a snap suplex by Merc and we are underway!*
*Bell Rings *
Maelstrom gets back up quickly and the two men start to slug it out, punch after punch is exchanged. Maelstrom eventually gains the advantage and throws Merc into a nearby corner. He then charges after him as forearm connects with neck with a harsh clothesline finding the mark. Maelstrom then proceeds to repeatedly hammer shoulder block after shoulder block into Mercs gut. Maelstrom stops after about ten or so and grabs the side of Mercs waist and nails him with a gut-wrench suplex. Maelstrom smiles at his downed opponent and holds the head of Merc looking for a submission hold, but Merc punches him away and gets back to his feet. Maelstrom is ready and lunges forward, but Merc had it scouted flips around the champion and locks in an abdominal stretch!!
GORILLA: The first submission move of the match, and Merc appears to be working the back of Maelstrom … a smart move seeing as Maelstrom’s back has been injured in the past!
JBL: He’ll tough it out! … This is no mere average wrestler; this is Maelstrom a champion of devastation!
As if predicting JBL’s words Maelstrom prises away the grip Merc has and breaks the hold. Merc though unrelenting lifts Maelstrom up and brings him down into a backbreaker! Maelstrom holds his back in pain as Merc goes for another submission style manoeuvre, but Maelstrom struggles and sends Merc flying. Maelstrom gets back to a vertical base in time to see Merc charge at him at full speed! Maelstrom drops and lowers the ropes sending Merc crashing to the outside.
*The crowd boos Maelstrom who confidentially follows Merc outside.*
Maelstrom grabs Merc by the collar and throws him head first into the ring post, Merc bounces off and crashes into the side railings. Chance looks on from the other side of the ring.Merc tries to mount a come back with a kick to the gut and then attempts a suplex, which Maelstrom blocks and reverses! Merc hits the outside hard as Maelstrom stalks his opponent and then latches on a sleeper hold.
GORILLA: A mighty Sleeper hold and Merc is in trouble.
JBL: You see Gorilla, Maelstrom has learnt his craft from the best this is classic Roddy Piper right here, right now!
Merc appears to be fading as the referee checks on him …One arm raised … drops! … Second arm raise .. it drops again! … third arm raised …. Dro-No! …
*The crowd gives an ear-splitting cheer. Chance watches on towel still in hand*
Merc starts giving Maelstrom several rib shots and then a backdrop forcing Maelstrom to release the sleeper. Merc pauses to regain his breath, he turns back to his opponent and gets a horrific Lariat from Maelstrom.
JBL: Never turn your back on the Maelstrom or you will suffer the consequences!
GORILLA: He turned Merc inside out with that!
Maelstrom grabs Merc and chucks him back into the ring. Merc rolls over revealing a split lip with blood running down his chin. Maelstrom not remotely interested in Mercs condition has re-entered the ring with a steel chair! … Maelstrom raises it above his head and brings it down hard, but Merc rolls out of the way, Maelstrom tries again but Merc is just too quick as he dodges the blow and latches on to a leg and trips Maelstrom … Merc quickly gaining momentum rears back with an elevated Boston Crab, as Maelstrom writhes in pain!
*The crowd cheers as Merc applies the pressure*
Maelstrom is fighting it though and crawls towards the ropes, but Merc seeing this drags him to the centre of the ring. Maelstrom is in serious trouble here, while above the noise of the crowd we can hear Merc shouting for Maelstrom to quit! ... Maelstrom in desperation digs deep and using his tremendous leg muscles powers Merc out of the hold! … Merc hits the ropes and rebounds backwards into Maelstrom who powerslams him into the canvas. Both men are down as the referee starts a 10 count …
1 … 2 … 3 … 4 … 5 ... 6 …
Maelstrom begins to stir and gets to his feet, Merc follows and also gets up and wanders straight into a boot to the face from Maelstrom. Merc hits the deck and after a quick legdrop Maelstrom locks in the Water-on-the-Brain!! (Dragon Sleeper). Merc is fading as blood trickles from his lip. Maelstrom is shouting for him to quit as Chance paces back and forth watching the suffering! … Merc reaches around and grabs the steel chair! ... He swings it up over his head cracking it on Maelstroms skull!! Maelstrom falls back his face a bloody mess from the chair shot. Merc holds on to the ropes as he gets to his feet, he looks at the fallen Maelstrom and then at the crowd through the crimson gore on his face.
*The crowd starts up a ‘Lets go Merc’ chant, whilst Chance paces back and forth in disgust*
Merc approaches Maelstrom who is barely moving, he leaps and comes down with two knees into the back of Maelstrom and then grabs both arms pulling him back into a bow & arrow hold! … Maelstrom cries out in pain as Merc pulls back both arms driving the knees deeper into Maelstroms back. However Maelstrom counters into a side-headlock. Maelstrom tries to alter it into a sleeper of some sort but Merc fights out of it and rolls back to his feet.
*The crowd starts up a ‘this match is awesome’ chant as the two bloody men face each other again.*
GORILLA: Both men have countered each others finisher submission, what do they have left in this amazing encounter?
As if to answer this Merc strikes out with a super kick from out of nowhere, but Maelstrom grabs the ankle only for Merc to duck the incoming clothesline. They both turn into each others punch and stagger Merc continues though and manages to beat Maelstrom back into a corner. He lifts Maelstrom to the top rope and climbs up smacking him across the head before locking in the headlock. Merc tries to pry Maelstrom off but he is refusing to be nailed with a superplex and in response shoves Merc away to the canvas. Merc not to be outdone rushes back up the turnbuckle and tries a frankensteiner but Maelstrom blocks it and lifts him back up over his shoulders …
JBL: That man weighs near 300lbs and Maelstrom has lifted him back on to his shoulders …
GORILLA: Unprecedented strength from the champion being shown here!
Maelstrom rises up and then with Merc still on his shoulders falls toward the canvas from the top turnbuckle!! … A huge “Boom” can be heard as the top rope powerbomb impacts on the ring floor, Merc flipping over on to his belly from the impact! Merc spasms from the force as Maelstrom tries to get back to his feet. Maelstrom grabs Merc by the head and applies a reverse dragon sleeper. Blood trickles down the head of Merc right in front of Chance Confidence who is clearly concerned. Maelstrom applies more pressure Merc is fading the referee checks on him, but there is a determination in Merc’s eyes and it looks like he may break the hold.
*The crowd is chanting Merc’s name*
Merc is reaching for the ropes he is a finger tip away from a rope break He has it wait Chance Confidence has thrown the towel into the ring!
*The Bell Rings*
*The referee rushes over to Lillian to explain the result as Maelstrom releases the hold and props himself up in the corner. Merc is still flat out on the mat looking at Chance Confidence.*
LILLIAN: The winner of the match due to forfeiture by Chance Confidence on behalf of Merc … and still EWT World Heavyweight Champion … MAELSTROM!!
*The crowd is stunned as Maelstrom raises his hands in victory the EWT World Title still his. Merc battered and bleeding looks at Chance Confidence who simply smugly shrugs his shoulders and smiles a smile that would upset a fairy godmother, before heading backstage.*
GORILLA: Chance Confidence has a lot to answer for, he purposely threw in the towel for Merc, which he had no right getting involved with … Merc has been screwed out of the EWT World Heavyweight title!
JBL: You forget Monsoon, Merc is Chance’s property and Chance wouldn’t want damaged goods now would he … Merc was about to quit anyway.
GORILLA: He was not, he was about to reach the ropes …This is pure envy on the part of Chance confidence, nothing more … this is not over JBL, not by a long shot!
*Maelstrom walks to the back his music playing around the arena as the fans boo the hell out of the champion. Back in the ring we see Merc slowly get up, he stumbles blood dripping off his chin, and as he looks around the fans are chanting his name.*
(fade out)
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Post by Rick Raskall on Nov 30, 2006 21:31:46 GMT -5
Raskall and Trunk are back in the training room, having their injuries tended to by the EWT trainers.
Raskall: Okay, so Team Ireland got the better of us. It'll happen. That just means that we have to come back harder and stronger than ever. But the thing is, there's five of them and two of us. Everybody knows you're a one-man wrecking crew, but it wouldn't hurt to have somebody else on our side. I know I haven't made many friends around here, but we've got to do something to even the odds.
Trunk: It's gettin' to be a damn shame. Maybe you're right. We need connections.
Raskall: You know what else we need? A few drinks in here. Where's that girl with our drinks?
Just then, a gorgeous young woman enters the trainer's room, wearing a French maid's uniform and wheeling in a drinks tray.
Raskall: Awesome! That's the kind of service that Raskall and Trunk deserves! You think Team Ireland gets a hot French chick and delicious beverages all in the comfort of the trainer's room? Of course not! They probably have some fat hairy moley chick named Brunhilda or something who mops up the floor and squeezes the leftovers into some huge pint mug.
Raskall and Trunk grab a couple of beers and toast.
Raskall: Yeah, once we heal up, get our title shot, and win those tag team titles, everything's going to be all...
HAH...HAH...HAH...HAH...HAH...HAH...HAAAHHH.
Raskall: Oh no, not this. Anything but this.
The Phantom of Krankor enters the trainer's room.
Krankor: You, Raskall and Trunk! You doubted me when I said you would lose that match! You have failed in your quest to become Tag Team Champions. Perhaps you should give up forever, because your constant battle is one of futility! HAH...HAH...HAH...
Raskall: Don't even start with that laugh. I can feel it rattle through my bones.
Krankor: Very well then. I shall do it even more! HAH...HAH...HAH...HAH...HAH...HAH...HAAAHHH.
Raskall: It never stops, does it?
Krankor: You two should leave the EWT now, or I'm gonna kill some differin'!
Raskall: No seriously, I...wait, "kill some differin'"? What does that even mean?
Krankor: Um, well...I don't even know. Someone told it to me and said that you'd understand what it meant.
Raskall: Nnnnoooo, no idea.
Krankor: *sigh* Fine then. Anyway, your planet is doomed, Krankor forever, HAH HAH, et cetera, et cetera. Good day to you gentlemen.
Krankor exits the trainer's room.
Raskall: You know, there's at least fifty other guys around here that he could harass.
Trunk: I think it's because he's got no friends.
Raskall: You know what, maybe he should be one of our buddies. That way, if Team Ireland decides to jump us again, we can throw him at them and get away without breaking a sweat.
French Maid Girl: Who was that man? He was short and had a funny nose! Ha ha!
Raskall: It was nobody, darlin'. Now come over here and give me a back rub.
French Maid Girl: Okay!
French Maid Girl starts rubbing Raskall's back.
Raskall: When you've got moxie like mine, it's just too easy.
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Post by Poker Joker on Nov 30, 2006 23:33:51 GMT -5
(The fans are all gathered with their eyes focused on the ring before them. In the middle of the ring is the announcer in his cheap tux.)
*ANNOUNCER*: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL!
(Pyro goes off as Eric Young's theme music start playing over the loudspeakers. Young appears at the top of the ramp and hustles his way down to the ring in his red trunks and boots. The fans heap their applause upon him as he climbs into the ring.
*ANNOUNCER*: Introducing first, hailing from Vancouver, British Columbia and weighing in at 225 lbs .... ERIC YOUNG!
(The crowd lets out a huge cheer as Young raises his hands over his head, excitedly, and takes in the applause. The camera gets a quick shot at a kid in the crowd who's holding up a sign that reads "DON'T FIRE ERIC!" in big, green letters. The applause is cut short, though, as Eric's theme music fades out and is replaced by "Like A Virgin" by Madonna. The fans change their cheers to boos as Billy Ubermark appears at the top of the ramp, and starts coming down to the ring.)
*ANNOUNCER*: And his opponent, from St. Paul, Minnesota and weighing in at 226 lbs .... Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark!
(Billy is wearing his standard yellow tights with the green stripe down each side. He pays little mind to the crowd as he climbs into the ring and immediately goes after Young, prompting the ref to call for the bell.)
*BELL RINGS*
(Billy rushes at Young. Young side-steps him. Billy runs into the ring ropes, and turns around to a waiting Eric Young, who connects with a couple of quick chops to the head, and then clotheslines Billy over the top rope. Billy tumbles over the top rope and falls the the floor of the arena. He's standing up, but clearly caught off-guard by Young. Young tries to take advantage of Billy's confusion by launching himself over the top rope into a crossbody plancha onto Billy, but Billy steps out of the way and Young lands in a heap on the floor. Billy drives a couple of boots to the head of Young, as Youn tries to get up off the floor. Billy grabs Young by the hair and rams him face first into the steel railing around the ring. Young staggers back from the impact. Billy grabs Young and nails a DDT onto the floor of the arena.
Inside the ring, the ref is doing his standard 10-count. Billy grabs Young off the floor of the arena and tosses him in under the bottom rope to break the count. Billy then climbs into the ring, himself. Young is trying to get to his feet. Billy grabs Young and lifts stands him up the rest of the way via the back of his trunks. Billy whips Young into one of the turnbuckles on the far side of the ring and nails the Monkey Flip. Young flies out of the corner and lands on his back in the middle of the ring. He rolls over onto his chest and starts staggering to his feet. Billy comes in when Young is on his hands and knees and nails the Dropkick to the ribs which sends Young rolling onto the canvas. Billy drops down for a cover.)
1....2...Youn kicks out!
(Billy grabs Young by the hair without wasting anytime and pulls him to his feet. He whips him into the ropes. Young comes off the ropes, and Billy catches him with a Hip Toss. Young lands on his butt in the sitting position. Billy quickly connects with a dropkick to the back of head. Young grabs the back of his skull and falls down onto his back on the canvas. Billy grabs by the hair, again, and pulls him to his feet. He stands him up and hits a Northern Lights suplex, but doesn't bridge for the cover. Billy positions Young a little bit and then climbs to the top rope. He leaps off and nails a Frog Splasj across Young's chest. Billy goes for a cover.)
1....2.... Billy pulls Eric Young's shoulder up himself, causing the fans to erupt with boos. The ref warns Billy, who simply stands Eric Young up!
He drags him over to one of the turnbuckles and slams him face first into the top one. He then climbs up and nails a Tornado DDT on Eric Young much to the chagrin of the fans who boo as Billy stands up and poses for them for a moment with his arms outstretched in a cocky gesture. Billy frowns at the fan reaction and shouts out "YOU WOULDN'T BE BOOING IF THAT WAS SPAZ DOING THAT!" With an angry scowl on his face, Billy turns around Eric Young is climbing to his feet. Billy grabs Young from behind and nails him with the Virgin Sacrafice! He goes for the cover!)
1.....2.....3!
*BELL RINGS*
(The ref comes over an raises Billy's hand in victory, but Billy jerks his arm away. He goes over to the ring announcer.)
*ANNOUNCER*: Here is your winner, Billy "The Virgin" Ubermark!
(Billy reaches through the ropes and gets the microphone from the announcer. The fans boo as Billy perpares to address the crowd.)
*BU*: Did you see that, Spaz?!
(Billy gestures to Eric Young)
*BU*: What happened to that second-rate punk over there is the same things that's eventually going to happen to you! For the past couple months, I've been calling you out! And the best you can muster up is a lame attack on me in a first blood match with a baseball bat! Some former-World champion you are! You're turning out to be every bit the loser I've been saying you are!
(Billy nods his head and looks around as he pauses for a moment. All around him, the fans are booing with rage. In the background, a chant of "WE WANT SPAZ!" can be heard starting to get louder.)
*BU*: But I'll tell you what.... its getting close to Christmas, Spaz, and I'm feeling generous! So I'm going to give you a chance to save face! The next pay-per-view, "Seasons Beatings," is just around the corner, and I'm going to offer you a match..... You and me, one on one.
(The fans start to cheer at the prospect of Spaz beating Billy's face in. The "We Want Spaz!" chant now starts to get louder. Billy pauses for a moment and listens to the chant. He seems a little put off by it, but soon goes back to talking.)
*BU*: Now I doubt you'll take this, because as everyone knows, the one thing that you fear the most is having your precious image in this company shattered. And lord knows, in your mind, nothing will shatter that image like losing to a guy who's not only a LEGITIMATE contender to the World Title... UNLIKE YOU.... but one who's also a VIRGIN!
(The fans boo at Billy's comment. The "We Want Spaz" chant now changes to "Screw the Virgin" as fans vent their displeasure.)
*BU*: But before you go and decline like I know you want to, think of it like this.... I'm the one guy.... the ONE GUY... who you faced in your World Title reign who was a legitimate contender for your belt! And I'm the ONE GUY whom you NEVER ACTUALLY DEFEATED! This match could be a chance to put all of that behind you, Spaz! This is a chance to avenge your already bruised ego!
(Billy stops and holds up a single finger in the air.)
*BU*: But don't forget, this is a chance for me, as well. A chance for me to bruise that ego even more by beating you in front of the whole world,, and proving exactly what I've been saying this whole time.... that I'm MORE THAN JUST A VIRGIN! That I DESERVE to be the prime time superstar in this fed instead of you.... and most importantly, that I DESERVE those World Title shots that you've been simply handed over the years.
(Billy gets an icy look on his face as the camera zooms in for a close-up.)
*BU*: Seasons Beatings, Spaz! You and me! I'll be waiting for your answer!
(With that Billy tosses the microphone on the ground. "Like A Virgin" starts playing over the loudspeaker as he steps out of the ring with the fans booing all around him. Billy pays the people no mind as he heads back up the entrance ramp. As he does so, the scene fades to black.)
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Post by pta on Dec 1, 2006 2:20:54 GMT -5
We Return to the sight of the EWT Arena as we see Principal Pain standing by in the ring, once again with the hired Paparazi Productions, still using the crutches as usual, but managing to hold onto a microphone.
Pain: Well then, it's been a few days since I announced this week's challenge, it's time to find out exactly how well everyone did.
Nash: Don't expect much boss... most of those guys needed a instruction Manual just to turn on the camera.
Pain groans at the thought of this, taking a look up at the Toomitron.
Pain: Well, regardless, we're about to find out exactly how well they did. Here's how it'll work. Right now, each competing team is standing by backstage, locked in a soundproof area... well no, actually we couldn't afford that, so it's basically just a closet. But anyway, we will all sit and watch the four teams and their attempts at making a logical piece of cinema. Honestly... I don't have too much hope.
Pain looks down slightly, before taking a glance back up.
Pain: Roll the first video.
The first Video starts up, the graphic of a pair of Brooms pushing the Words Clean Sweep across the screen, as it instantly cuts to Moe and Boe hitting a double brainbuster on someone. It shifts through a few other scenes, including Bo hitting a Missile Dropkick off the top, Moe snapping off a Snap Suplex, the two cracking a pair of Mops over some poor twit's skull, then them staring at the screen all angrily... each wielding one of those Swiffer things. It cuts to more scenes, including some guy getting his head nearly knocked off from a running chop to the throat., the two applying a Combination Ankle lock and Crossface on someone, who is seen taping out instantly, and finally shutting off. Pain thinks a bit... looking back over.
Pain: Hmmm... it's interesting I suppose. But again, nothing too mind blowing in my own opinion. I'll give it... a solid C.
The principal glances back up at the screen, as the next video starts up, this one starting off with a hypnotic like pattern as a swirling effect causes the screen to fade in, showing the words, Asylum Express. It shows Hoover putting someone in a Torture Rack, as Fargo charges and connects right in this person's face with a well palced Yakuza Kick, before Hoover finishes, Transitioning the move into a Neckbreaker. It cycles through other clips, including Fargo locking an opponent in a Full Nelson as Hoover assaults him with a series of quick body blows, the two hitting a Two Man Powerbomb, Hoover driving someone's face right into Fargo's bent knee, and Hoover hitting a Jumping Piledriver on someone, as Fargo leaps off the second rope with a Leg Drop of sorts. It cuts to the two of them pacing rather crazily around the background, before the actions resumes, both men using a double wishbone leg split on an opponent, the two whipping someone off the ropes, then catching them with a double spinebuster, and finishing up with the two nailing two different opponents with a pair of sit-out Pumphandle Slams. The Principal once again, ponders for a bit. Pain: Let's see... it definitely fits in with their supposed gimmick. I'd say that this one deserves at least... a C+.
The Toomitron lights up again, as now Team Raft-Shack's video starts up, showing a coffee pot pouring out the teams name... or something, as it quickly switches to a farmer shearing a sheep, some woman walking naked in a grocery store, Zeleke crabwalking across the ring to tag in his partner... with his nose of all things, the two snapping off a double Enziguri on soembody, then rolling to their feet and following up with a quick pair of double legdrops right across their spines. It shows a guy eating a Submarine Sandwich, as the graphic suddenly turns into a rainbowy mess, Zeleke and Faboon, who also appear to be rainbow skinned thanks to the effect staring at the camera, eventually pressing their faces up against it and proceeding to make silly looking expressions, the action again continuing, Faboon leaping off with a Shooting Star Press off the top on someone, as Zeleke follows up with an a Springboard Corkscrew Moonsault to follow up. It cuts to a man popping a balloon with a pin, then the duo leaping randomly around the ring, before charging, hitting a double tiger feint kick on a prone opponent in the ropes, then licking each other on the apron... before busting out into a dance of some sort. It then shows an opponent atop for a Queen Suplex, atop of Faboon's shoulders, as Zeleke flies off the top, hitting a corkscrew style wheel kick right to the guys face, only moments before he gets dropped completely in the move. It then shows Faboon leaping off of his partner's back as he's on all fours, landing on the top of the turnbuckle, where he sits down atop of, kicking his feet around as Zeleke does a handstand, while their opponents watch... in total confusion. The video finally ends with an old woman knitting a sweater. Pain looks on wide eyed, rubbing his eyes briefly, turning around and dry heaving slightly, before turning around.
Pain: WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS THAT?! F...F....F!!! Those two screwballs should be banned from ever operating a camera again!
He seethes slightly as the Paparazi snicker to themselves slightly, from this... video package of sorts. Pain quickly composes himself, now taking one final glance at the Toomitron.
The package starts with words slowly fading into a blood red background, as International Uprising slowly appears, fading in. It zooms in on Scott Sinder, who stands around with a rather smug look on his face, as he brushes back his blonde hair, stroking under his chin. It quickly pans up, showing an intense looking Dylan Domino simply staring menacingly right into the camera... as the screen shifts into a few action scenes, starting with Sinder assaulting an opponent with some nasty karate style kicks as well as same knife edge chops. It then cycles through a few more, including Domino grabbing an opponent, bringing them down for a succession of three rib breakers, before tossing them away with a Fall Away Slam., Sinder applying a Fujiwara Armbar on one side as Domino performs a Cross Armbreaker from the other, Domino tossing someone high in the air, catching and driving them down with a perfectly fluid Powerslam, and Cinder trapping someone in a Leg Lace, as Domino comes down hard, driving a pair of knnes right into their spine. It cuts back to the two simply glancing over at each other in their previous positions, before returning to the wrestling clips, showing Domino and Sinder executing a pair of Simentaneous running knee lifts on two different guys, Domino clinching someone in a Triangle Choke, Sinder driving someone down with an Implant DDT, whcih he follows by trapping them in a Guillotine. The video finally ends with Domino hoisting someone up and applying a Torture Rack, as Sinder comes off the top with a Double Footed Stomp across the back, then leaping off and hitting a neckbreaker as Domino instantly breaks the hold, laying their victim completely out. Pain looks over the Tomitron, this time... a very impressed expression on his face.
Pain: Well... nothing too spectacular... but I'd say that final clip alone earns them at least... a B-. which means, that the team that has immunity this week shall be... International Uprising. Which reminds me...
He glances over at Shelley standing nearby.
Pain: Why don't you do me a favor and go inform them of my decision. I'm sure they're all dying... to know.
Alex thinks a bit... then shrugs, heading backstage with these orders as Pain looks around the arena, rather confident.
Pain: As usual, voting shall begin now... and we will be down to three teams next week... and if you thought these past challenges were great... wait till you see what I have planned before the Finals. It will truly... separate the good from the great. Till then my pupils.
Pomp and Circumstance starts up once again as Pain exits the ring, as we quickly go to a commercial.
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Post by Tha Kid Joker on Dec 1, 2006 18:15:34 GMT -5
Fade into the arena where the show is being held. The camera shows the many sections of the arena, and it is obvious at first glance that there are no announcers for this match. The screen pans to the middle of the arena, where Tony Chimel has taken the ring.
Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall… and is for the EWT Ox Division Championship!
Before his sentence is even finished, “Square Dance” starts up over the PA, and the crowd boos loudly as Cassinova walks out with a smirk. He stops at the head of the ramp and lets out a laugh, flashing his pearly white teeth and posing for a few pictures before walking down the ramp cockily and smugly.
Chimel: Introducing first, the challenger. Weighing in at 225 lbs… from Los Angeles, California… Cassinova!
Cassinova sings along to the words in his song before stepping up on the apron and jumping over the top rope. He walks over to the far turnbuckle and sits on it, awaiting his opponent.
Chimel: And introducing his opponent…
”Broken Wings” begins to play as Crauswell walks out from the back with no signs of emotion.
Chimel: From Parts Unknown, weighing in at 272 lbs… he is the EWT Ox Division Champion, Crauswell!
Crauswell moves solemnly and without sound, eventually getting into the ring, dropping to his knees, and spreading his wings. Cassinova, unsurprisingly, uses this opportunity to sneak behind Crauswell, size him up, and buzzsaw kick him in the side of the head. Crauswell falls over to the mat, and Cassinova goes for the quick pin.
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Crauswell bench presses Cassinova a few feet in the air to break the pin. Cassinova, surprised, lands on the mat and rolls away from Crauswell. Crauswell gets up and adjusts his costume before stalking towards Cassinova and attempting a lariat. Cassinova quickly ducks and runs under Crauswell’s arm, before attempting a Pele-style kick. Crauswell slaps the kick away easily and stomps on Cassinova so that he’ll stay down. He stomps him a few more times before picking him up, placing him in a standing headscissors, and flipping him up for a powerbomb. He turns towards the turnbuckle and points to it, signaling that he’s going to go for the Halo Bomb. Apparently, he’s breaking out the big moves quickly to end this one as soon as possible. He puts his hands on Cassinova to throw him, but Cassinova is too quick and snaps off a hurricanrana on Crauswell! Crauswell flips forward, causing his back to hit the turnbuckle. He holds it as Cassinova drags him to the center of the ring and picks him back up. He delivers a stiff closed fist to Crauswell’s face and kicks him in the stomach, placing him in a DDT position. (Which, for some reason I’ve been calling a “front chancery” for weeks now, when a front chancery is the reverse version of it. Stupid me.) Cassinova also looks to end this one early, and flips forward to try and hit Crauswell with the California DreamDriver. Crauswell holds his ground, however, and has Cassinova upside down behind him. He grabs Cassinova’s head with his free arm and drops to a sitting position for the Air Raid Crash! He pins.
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Cassinova kicks out. Crauswell, unfazed and determined the keep his belt around his waist and away from the newcomer, stands and picks Cassinova up with him. He whips Cassinova to the ropes, and backs up towards the opposite ones before bending over. He looks to backdrop Cassinova over the ropes, but Cassinova realizes this just in time to hit a low dropkick to Crauswell’s shin. Crauswell stands and hops up and down on one leg as Cassinova runs back towards the ropes again. This time, he rebounds, runs to the ropes near Crauswell, and delivers a Tiger Feint Kick (619) over the top rope and to the back of Crauswell’s head. Crauswell falls to his knees, and finally to the ground completely after being hit with the “323”, and Cassinova heads to the top rope. Crauswell rolls over and lies on his back as Cassinova turns so that his back is facing the ring. He takes some time out to mentally prepare himself for the next move, and after a while to think about it he jumps in place once before springing off of the top rope, turning 180 degrees to face his opponent, flipping a full 360 degrees, and going 270 more for the Phoenix 630 Senton! The impact hurts Cassinova almost as much as it hurt Crauswell, and Cassinova can’t even roll over a few inches to make the cover. The referee looks over both competitors and starts the ten count.
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Crauswell and Cassinova both begin to move a little bit.
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Crauswell is on one knee, and Cassinova sits in the corner, catching his breath.
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Crauswell stands fully, and wastes no time before running over to Cassinova and hitting him with a running face-wash. He then lifts the young upstart up, grabs his neck with both hands, and flings him over his shoulder with an overhead choke-toss. Cassinova lands hard in the middle of the ring, and now it’s Crauswell’s turn to ascend the turnbuckle. He gets to the top and looks at the crowd, getting a mixed reaction in return. He then flies off of the turnbuckle, spreading his wings and landing on Cassinova with the “Taking Flight”. He holds his head for a moment before covering.
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Cassinova barely kicks out. Crauswell scowls and picks Cassinova up, putting him under his arm and lifting him up in a fisherman’s suplex before dropping down with a fisherman’s brainbuster. Cassinova holds his head as Crauswell takes a few moments to catch his breath. After a while of that, Crauswell spreads his wings to the crowd and picks Cassinova up. He gets behind Cassinova and puts him in a full nelson. He attempts a dragon suplex, but Cassinova backflips and lands behind Crauswell in a crouching position. He waits for Crauswell to turn around before jumping and delivering a swift cutter! Cassinova taunts to the audience, getting a mixed reaction much like the one Crauswell got. He smirks and turns back towards the fallen Crauswell, signaling for the end. He picks Crauswell up and sets him up for the California DreamDriver once more, but Crauswell gets out of it yet again, pushing Cassinova towards the turnbuckle, where the referee just happens to be hanging out (ironically enough, to stay out of the way and avoid getting hurt). Cassinova turns just in time to see the referee and stop himself, but as he spins to get back to fighting his opponent, Crauswell runs at him with a lariat. Cassinova instinctively ducks and Crauswell viciously drills the referee, knocking him out. The camera pans to a sign in the crowd reading, “And Down Goes The Ref!” Crauswell briefly looks at the fallen referee, giving Cassinova enough time to kick him square in the groin! Crauswell bends over and stumbles around the ring, as Cassinova climbs through the ropes and onto the apron. He takes a moment to size Crauswell up, before jumping onto the top rope (spinning 180 degrees as he does), springboard off of it, spin another 180 degrees to face Crauswell, grab his head, and connect with a tornado DDT! Following his 720 DDT, which he dubbed “Head Trauma”, Cassinova goes for the pin. But, seeing that there’s no ref, he doesn’t get it. He gets off of Crauswell and walks towards the referee, nudging him with his foot and telling him to get up.
Suddenly, the fans begin cheering wildly for something. Cassinova doesn’t have enough time to see what they’re cheering for before Chad Michaels runs in and blasts Cassinova with a Lariat from Heaven to the back of the head! Cassinova goes down as Chad continues the assault, repeatedly punching him viciously in the head. Cassinova tries blocking the punches, but still can't block the flying fists. Cassinova shoves him off and gets back up to a vertical base, but doesn’t catch his focus in time to see Chad hit the Collision Course, knocking him back down! Cassinova is down and out as Chad smiles a bit before sliding out of the ring.
Crauswell gets up, holding his head. He looks over and sees Cassinova on the ground semi-conscious, and shrugs his shoulders. He lifts Cassinova off of the ground easily with by the throat, and hoists him into the air before planting him back down with a ring-shaking Beak Buster! The referee predictably wakes up just in time to groggily make the count.
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Chimel: Here is your winner… and STILL EWT Ox Division Champion… Crauswell!
Crauswell is handed his belt and lifts it high in the air. He poses with it for a second, doing a few trademark taunts before climbing out of the ring as “Broken Wings” plays once more. He walks up the ramp and to the locker room solemnly, getting another mixed reaction. As he does this, Chad Michaels gets back into the ring with a microphone. “Broken Wings” fades out as Chad begins to speak…
Chad Michaels: Cass, Cass, Cass. Now who's the one who's on top, eh? You liked to prance around, thinking your s*** don't stink, and look at you now. You lost to a f***ing chicken. And to think that I thought of you as a serious threat. Well, truth be told, I still do. You're good, no doubt about that. But let's face it kid: I'm better than you. So at Season's Beatings, I say we have a special kind of match: Me, you, one on one....in a ladder match. And not just any ladder match. As for what the stipulation is... well, I'll tell you when you wake up... B****!!!
"Petrified (LA Mix)" by Fort Minor hits as Chad walks to the back, leaving Cassinova in the ring.
FADE TO COMMERCIAL
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Queen Rosa
Mike the Goon
All hail the queen!
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Post by Queen Rosa on Dec 1, 2006 21:53:52 GMT -5
*We see Rosa stretching backstage when she spots Oceanic*
Rosa: HEY!
*Rosa walks toward her, getting in her face. There's silence for a few moments, until...*
Rosa: Welcome back.
*Rosa offers a handshake to Oceanic; Oceanic accepts. Rosa then continues on her way while Oceanic looks on*
*Cut to the next segment*
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Post by #Classic Hi-Definition X on Dec 1, 2006 23:11:47 GMT -5
*Cut to ringside*
Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, being accompanied by Miss Brooks, from Wall Street, Manhattan, weighing in at 230 lbs., ROBERT ROODE!
*Robert Roode walks down to the ring with Miss Brooks at his side. Both are greeted with boos from fans, but they ignore them. Roode steps into the ring and poses on the turnbuckle. Then "Sexy Guy" hits*
RA: And his opponent, being accompanied by Sensational Cherry, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 232 lbs., the Heartbreak Hitman BRET MICHAELS!
*HBH and Cherry walk out to loud boos. They step into the ring and pose for a while*
The bell rings to start the match. HBH and Roode circle the ring before locking up. HBH applies a hammerlock. Roode elbows his way out and applies an armbar. HBH reverses it into an arm wrench. He whips Roode to the ropes, landing an elbow to the face. HBH picks him up and peforms a snap suplex. He hits a standing moonsault and covers Roode.
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Roode kicks out. HBH picks him up and attacks with some punches and chops. He whips Roode to the ropes again. He goes for a spinning kick, but Roode stops himself on the ropes. HBH runs at him and is tossed to the outside. Now with the advantage, Roode picks up HBH and throws him into the security rail. He picks him up again and drops him onto the rail. Next Roode rolls HBH back into the ring and covers him.
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HBH kicks out. Roode picks him up and hits a back drop. He takes HBH to the corner and bangs his head on the turnbuckle numerous times. He then hangs him upside down from the turnbuckle and stomps away at him. Roode drags HBH toward the center of the ring and delivers a knee drop to the head. After hitting a swinging neckbreaker, he goes for the cover again.
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And again, HBH kicks out. Roode applies an abdominal stretch. He keeps the hold on for a few moments, then releases it. He goes to pick up HBH, who rolls him up for a small package pin.
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Roode kicks out. HBH runs to the ropes and is stopped with a spinebuster. Roode picks him up for a running powerslam. However, HBH wiggles his way free and pushes Roode into the turnbuckle. HBH capitalizes with a slingshot suplex. The ref starts counting to 10.
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Both men are back up. They exchange punches until HBH gets the upper hand. He whips Roode to the ropes for a drop toe hold. After a couple of stomps, he hits a quick leg drop across the back of the head. HBH picks him up for a back drop pin.
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Roode kicks out. HBH goes for another whip, but this time Roode counters it with a knee to the stomach. He drops him with a DDT. He goes for a cover.
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HBH kicks out. Roode picks him up and whips him to the ropes. HBH ducks an attempted clothesline and connects with a spinning heel kick. Roode crawls to a corner to help himself up. HBH starts stomping a mudhole in him. He then runs at him with a knee to the head. HBH picks him up and bodyslams him. He climbs the ropes and lands an elbow drop. He signals for some Sweet Chin Muzak, but Miss Brooks grabs the leg. This causes Cherry to attack her, creating a catfight. HBH smirks at this, then turns around and is hit with the Northern Lariat. Both men are down. Roode crawls over to HBH and covers him.
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3---No, HBH has kicked out! Roode picks him up. He's about to go for the Rude Awakening when HBH takes him down and slaps on the Sharpshooter. Roode tries to make it to the ropes, but is unable to move. With nowhere to go, he taps. The bell rings.
RA: Here is your winner by submission, the Heartbreak Hitman BRET MICHAELS!
*HBH's arm is raised in victory. He rolls out of the ring, grabs Cherry, and heads backstage*
*Cut to a commercial*
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Curly Long
AC Slater
Midget Wrestling Master
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Post by Curly Long on Dec 2, 2006 7:43:03 GMT -5
("Moving On Up" comes on and the crowd begins to go into boo mode even before anyone comes from the backstage area.)
Lillian: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Curly Long, from Bad Axe Michigan and weighing in at almost 400lbs, MR. BIG!"
(After being announced Mr. Big walks out with Curly Long leading the way. Curly is jumping around and jawing with the fans as Big simply walks down the ramp and adjusting his gloves. They both enter the ring and Curly hops up onto one of the turnbuckles to continue yelling at fans. Big pops his knuckles and waits for his opponent to come out. The crowd goes from boos to cheers as "Poor And Weird" comes over the PA.)
Lillian: "And his opponent, from Portland Oregon and weighing in at 232lbs, ULTIMO CHOCULA!"
(UC walks out from the back holding the back of his head from the beating he took earlier. Suddenly UC runs down the ramp and takes a swing at Curly, who jumps off the turnbuckles and scampers out of the ring. Big runs over to UC and nails him in the back before he can chase after Curly. The bell rings as Big lays another forearm into UC. Big picks UC up and bodyslams him to the mat, adjusting his tie afterwards. Curly shouts encouragement to his bodyguard as Big picks UC up and measures him for another blast. Big swings but UC ducks it and responds with a couple punches of his own. Big barely flinches as he catches the third punch and squeezes on UC's fist, bringing him to his knees. Big lets go and gives UC a boot to the face, knocking him to the mat. Big goes for an arrogant cover.
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Right. UC easily kicks out but Big just smiles since he's just toying around with him anyway. Big sends UC into the ropes and is surprised when UC hits him with a flying forearm that sends Big back a few steps. Big is surprised but regains his cool rather quickly as he chops UC across the chest, the smack echoing through the arena. UC grabs his chest and grimaces as Big smiles and Curly jumps around outside the ring laughing. Big motions for UC to give him a chop across his own chest in a mocking gesture. UC rears back and chops him as the crowd goes "WHOOOOO!" Big shrugs it off and tells him to try again. UC chops Big and the crowd goes "WHOOOOO!" again. Big straightens up and tells UC to chop him one more time. UC turns to the crowd and says "Shhhhhh!". He rubs his hands together and takes a few steps back. UC runs up to big and is about to chop him when he stops and thumbs Big in the adam's apple. Big stumbles around the ring as the crowd cheers UC on. UC dropkicks Big in the chest that sends him staggering backwards. UC hits the ropes but is tripped up by Curly. UC turns to confront the midget but Big uses the opportunity to clothesline him over the top and to the outside. Big rubs his throat and complains to the referee but it's all just a distraction for Curly to kick and bite UC. Curly goes to the other side of the ring when the referee turns around to begin the count as Big exits the ring himself. Big picks up UC and gorilla presses him over the top rope back into the ring. Curly runs over for a high five before Big gets back into the ring. Big covers.
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UC kicks out. Big lifts up UC to his feet no doubt planning another powermove. UC though pokes him in the eye, Big cries out in pain as he covers his face giving UC the chance to fight back. He lays into Big with punches to the gut and then runs off the ropes and smacks him dead centre in his belly with a yakuza kick. Big doubles over but does not go down. The fans cheer UC on as he applies a headlock and goes for a DDT, Big howver blocks this and lifts UC up and then slams him inot the mat with a spinebuster. Big covers.
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UC kicks out. Big frustrated nails UC with a sidewalk slam and covers again.
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UC kicks out. Big lowers the boom with an elbow drop across UC's chest. Big scoops UC up and walks around with him on his shoulder before blasting him with a Running Powerslam. Big stands up and gloats to the crowd which gets him nothing but static. Curly tells Big to forget the crowd and to put UC away. Big picks UC up and grabs his neck, setting up for the HFD. As Big picks him up UC knees him in the face which causes Big to lose his grip. UC hits the mat but hops back up to kick Big several times in the stomach. UC hits the ropes and hits Big with another flying forearm, sending Big stumbling backwards but he doesn't go down. UC runs up the buckles and jumps off connecting with an enziguri to the back of Big's melon. Big wobbles even more but he still won't hit the deck. UC hops up onto the second turnbuckle and jumps on Big's back with a sleeper hold. Big is carrying UC around but can't shake him off. Big is getting slower and slower, which causes Curly to jump up on the apron and get the ref's attention. UC sees what Curly is up to and lets go to get the ref back in the game. Curly hops up on the second rope to get eye to eye with UC and cuss him out. UC rears back to let Curly have it but Big makes the save with a clubbing blow to the back of the head. Curly laughs as he hops down to the outside again. Meanwhile in the ring Big has Ultimo up on his shoulders and soon brings him crashing down tot he canvas with a mighty powerbomb, much to the displeasure of the crowd. Big goes for the cover.
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No! UC kicks out. Big stomps on UC a couple times to keep him soft, then picks him up and places him up on the top turnbuckles. UC doesn't seem to have a clue where he is after that huge powermove. Big goes up and underhooks UC's arms. Before Big can execute UC bucks his head up right into Big's cash box. Big gets off the buckles and staggers around the ring holding his noots. Big turns around to see UC leap off the top rope and nail him right in the face with the Bison Stomp. Finally Big falls flat on his back as the crowd goes nuts. UC hits a standing moonsault on Big and goes for the win.
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Curly reaches in and places Big's foot on the ropes to break the count and runs off. Curly pretends that he had nothing to do with anything while UC knows what's up and gets pretty steamed. UC dives through the ropes and lays Curly out on the protective mat on the outside for all of his meddling. UC points in Curly's face and cusses him out as the crowd cheers him on. UC goes back to the task at hand and climbs up on the ring apron. Big stands up and UC springboards off the top rope but in one motion Big grabs UC by the neck and blasts him with the HFD! Big hooks the leg and covers.
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Lillian: "Here is your winner.................Mr. Big!"
(Big rolls out of the ring to check on his fallen boss as the crowd gives him static. Curly gets up holding his melon and looking none to pleased. Curly motions for Big and the two men get into the ring to stomp on UC as the crowd reacts none too pleased. Curly climbs up to the top rope as Big sets UC up across his knee. Curly leaps off and nails UC with the Decapitation Elbow. Big places Curly up on his shoulders to give it to the booing crowd as we go to the next segment.)
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Post by teamireland on Dec 2, 2006 12:21:39 GMT -5
*Team Ireland are backstage gloating over their recent beatdowns of Raskall, Trunk & Paul Podanski.* Donnelly: Aye. Those eedjits thought they had us after we beat those New Era morons. But looks as though we got the last laugh there, eh? O'Hare: And what about big Shane beating up on that stupid drunk, Podanski? That ought to teach yer man a lesson for messing with Dr. Vivian. And not only a good beating on Raskall & Trunk, lads, but a fine deconstructing of the New Era as well. O'Neill:[suddenly noticing someone off camera] Speaking of which... *The camera spins around & we see that Liam is looking in the direction of Mysth* O'Neill:... aren't you the guy who's good buddies with those New Era goons? Mysth: I think you're confused. I... O'Neill: Ha! Man, your mates are total losers! Mysth: Are you even listening to me, you idiot? O'Neill: I mean we beat the crap out of them SOOOOO badly... Mysth: I may be wrong, but I don't believe YOU "beat the crap" out of anyone. In fact, I'm not sure I've even seen you do much of anything in the time I've been here. *Liam gives Mysth a cold look.* O'Neill: Look here, pal. I've acheived plenty in this company... Mysth: If you're so good why didn't you win the Toolshed Title when you had the opportunity? Why weren't you selected to go for the tag-team titles? Why are you so rarely picked to compete each week? *O'Neill, having no good response to Mysth's points, resorts to violence. He punches Mysth right in the face & it's not long before the rest of Team Ireland are invovled in the beat-down. Eventually, some EWT security manage to separate Team Ireland from Mysth & the opponents are dragged away from eachother.*
Mysth:[held by two security guards] Just what I was saying... you can' t do anything alone, Liam ! But I tell you something : I won' t let you get away with this ! Next time we cross, it' ll be on the ring and I' ll make sure that none of your mates get involved in it ! And I' ll beat you like I beat New Era ! Hell yeah ! Remember why I was seen near them, now ?? I was the one who beat them just before your team' s match with them ! So, once again, your worthless team couldn' t have done anything by itself ! See you soon, punk !
O' Neill : That's it, keep on talking, frog eater ! You just signed your death sentence, because YOU WILL NEVER BEAT THE IRISH !!
*The security guards finally manage to pull everyone in different directions. As Mysth and Team Ireland keep on insulting each other, we fade to the next segment.*
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The Line
Patti Mayonnaise
Real Name: Bumkiss. Stanley Bumkiss.
Peanut Butter & JAAAAAMMMM!
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Post by The Line on Dec 2, 2006 12:42:50 GMT -5
Todd Grisham is backstage with Andy Duke.
Todd: Duke, how do you feel about your match at Season's Beatings? Duke: Its bittersweet, because sure I am getting a shot at the title, but if no one had interfered, it would be 1-on-1. Now its a huging 4-way! If Indigo would know when to just leave things... Todd: Well thats all still up for debate. Duke: Todd, Shut-up! So, the 23rd, in Iraq it will be a 4-way for the toolshed title,huh? Saxton, Johannson, Indigo, bring whatever you want. Chairs, tables, C-4. Hell, maybe there will be bombs going off in Bagdad. It won't matter. But I know for a fact right now, I probably can't win the title. I just need a little more motivation. That is why, starting next week, the Andy Duke "Journey to Hell" starts.What it is exactly, well, you'll all find out next week. And if you stand in my way, I'll tak you straight to hell with me. Whether I bring you back or not, I am unsure. If it flies, IT DIES!
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Post by chanceconfidence on Dec 2, 2006 13:04:32 GMT -5
We see Chance propping up his feet, holding his pet pig, Chance Confidence IV, petting him and such, as he glances down.
Chance: Hmmm... for such a filthy creature, it's odd how smart these things are.
He looks out into the background, setting his pet down.
Chance: Alright Chance... go on and do your business.
The pig is seen trotting off... after a few moments, Merc is heard letting out a loud scream of disgust, immediately walking over to Chance, having removed his shirt for some reason.
Merc: What the hell?! I mean, I'm fine with you making me get you glasses of lemonade, washing your clothes and stuff, but c'mon... this is absolutely ridiculous! I am not a damn toilet!
Chance raises a finger and shushes Merc quickly.
Chance: But c'mon Merc, everyone knows swine love rolling around in piles of filth! And Chance there, being almost as awesome as myself, is just as much your master as I... so I suggest you shut your gob and lay back down. My other... pets also probably need to do things.
Merc is seething now, as he walks forward, staring right in Chance's face, who seems unfearing.
Chance: Now now servant... please remove yourself this close from my face. If I wanted to look at a piece of rubbish, I'd stick my head in a trash can.
Merc growls, as Chance suddenly sits up, reaching into his pocket for something, specifically, a tennis ball, which he tosses, bouncing it right off Merc's body, then catching it again.
Merc: What the hell are you thinking out there... costing me the EWT Championship! I had it won... I HAD IT WON!!!
Chance continues tossing the ball, with a feign of shock look on his face
Chance: Why Mercenary... I'm appalled! I was only doing what I thought best to make sure my little minion didn't get beaten to badly so he could shirk off his duties. Besides... you weren't gonna win. Trust me... I've dealt with ol Salmon Brain time and time again... if he could beat me three times... he could most certainly whoop your drunk out of shape carcass.
Chance tosses the ball again, which bounces off Merc's skull, as he catches it again.
Chance: I've gotta say though... you make an excellent wall!
Merc grumbles, reaching into his pocket for a bottle of beer, which Chance immediately knocks out of his grip, using the ball again. This pisses Merc off further, as he holds his face in his hands, Confidence leaning back now... apparently having tired of this.
Chance: That's enough of that... alright peon, I would now like you to go take a bath... for some reason, you smell like pig shit.
Merc looks over, grabbing his forehead and cursing silently, immediately storming off as Chance smiles, watching him exit... very pleased with himself.
Fade to next segment.
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Post by Rick Raskall on Dec 2, 2006 15:12:24 GMT -5
Lean Gene Cummerbund is standing by with Raskall and Trunk. Rick Raskall is wearing a very sharp cream-white suit and a pair of expensive sunglasses, while Marcus Trunk is decked out in a large double-breasted dark purple jacket and black pants.
Lean Gene: I'm Lean Gene Cummerbund here with Raskall and Trunk, and I must say, you two are certainly dressed for success!
Raskall: Gene-O, when you're on your way to the top of one of the biggest wrestling promotions in the world, you've got to look your best. So since we finally got confirmation that we're getting a shot at the Tag Team Championships at Season's Beatings, me and Trunk here decided to go out and fit ourselves with some fresh new duds. And tonight, we're gonna go out and light this town on fire!
Trunk: Yeah! Hard drinkin', dancin', women everywhere! Gonna be a hot night!
Raskall: And just because we're good sports, we're going to invite you, Lean Gene Cummerbund, to our favorite club, and sit in the VIP section with your two favorite EWT stars! Here ya go!
Raskall reaches into his pocket and pulls out a fancy envelope. He hands it to Lean Gene.
Lean Gene: Wow, thanks!
Raskall: I'll see you there! We'll save a beer and a woman just for you!
Raskall and Trunk exit. Just then, Sum Guy appears.
Sum Guy: I'm Sum Guy, and I just ate a whole jar of anchovy paste. Hey, Lean Gene. Whatcha got there?
Lean Gene: Oh, nothing. Just a VIP pass to the hottest club in town!
Sum Guy: Is that the envelope?
Lean Gene: Yeah.
Sum Guy: Let me see it. I've never seen a VIP pass before.
Lean Gene opens the envelope and reads the document inside.
Lean Gene: "Good for 40% off on Hungry Man XL...." HEY! It's a damn grocery coupon!
Sum Guy: Holy crap! 40% off on Hungry Ma...
Lean Gene glares at him.
Lean Gene: I should have figured. I'm outta here.
Sum Guy: Wait a minute, Gene?
Lean Gene: What?!
Sum Guy: Uhhh....can I have your coupon?
Lean Gene tosses the coupon at Sum Guy and leaves. Sum Guy is beaming.
Sum Guy: I'm Sum Guy, and I'm eating tonight!
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Post by crauswell on Dec 3, 2006 16:12:24 GMT -5
We return from commercial, showing Crauswell standing by with seldom seen EWT Staff Member... Candy Girl.
Candy: I'm Candy Girl... and I'm attempting to go solo! I'm standing here with the EWT Ox Division Champion... Crauswell! Tell me sir... you've heard Spyke's derog...derogera... mean remarks huh?
The furry glances at Candy, looking her over, seeming rather uncaring, the belt hanging over his shoulder as he does so.
Crauswell: Spyke... Spyke Johanson. Former Toolshed Champion... putting his very career in jeopardy with those remarks of his. You see, unlike the other so called... champions around here, I defend my honor. I don't just sit back, take it, and then reply with some insults of my own. No... you see, when someone decides to insult me... I assault them!
The human gryphon pats the belt softly, looking over at it.
Crauswell: This title... this belt... is a symbol of my power. Spyke Johanson doesn't DESERVE a title shot against me. He's not proven himself in the ring... to be worthy of this. He hasn't proven himself... to be allowed even an opportunity to hold my belt. The symbol of my pride... and the icon of my glory.
Candy: But um... I hate to disagree, but Spyke has more than proven himself. He's had some impressive matches, he's had tons of awesome bouts with many people, some still on this roster.
Crauswell: True... I'm aware how skilled in the ring he is. However... I would NEVER allow a furry bashing, mockery of a wrestler challenge me. Johanson, if you really want to prove yourself to me, to get a title shot at my belt... then all you've got to do is... impress me. Show me how bloodthirsty and how angry you can get. Show this entire audience the levels of your rage and instinct. THEN... we'll talk about you getting an opportunity. Right now though... you don't even register as a threat to me! No matter how many times you insult my lifestyle...
Crauswell glances down at the floor for a bit.
Crauswell: Anyone with a mouth can talk trash... let's see if you can REALLY get my attention!
The furry pulls his belt back down, strapping it securely around his waist, giving a cold stare back at Candy Girl, then quickly exiting the area.
Candy Girl: Well... I'm Candy Girl and.... I can't think of anything else to say.
Fade to the next segment.
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Post by Marcus "Stylez" Saxton on Dec 3, 2006 19:42:33 GMT -5
Sum Guy is backstage with Marcus "Stylez" Saxton, who has a pissed off look on his face.
Sum: Hello, I'm Sum Guy, and I invented diahrrea. Here with me now is one of the 4 men in the Toolshed Title match, Marcus "Stylez" Saxton. Marcus, how do you feel about your match at Season's Beatings?
Duke: What the?! What kind of f***ing question is that?!?! I'm focused on this match!! Anyone that isn't focused on preparing for this match every spare second shouldn't even be in this match!! Duke, Spyke, you two are going to experience two things in the match. You are going to experience pain and torture in the ring. When we step into that battle ground and fight, you better realize that I am on a mission. And it doesn't matter who you bring into the ring, because the end result will be the same. Bring Mick Foley. Bring Terry Funk. Bring that s***stain on wrestling that used to be the great ECW. I don't care if you bring Osama Bin F***ing Laden out to interfere, because I will maim them. And once I'm finished, Indigo, you better believe your ass is next.
Sum: So what are you going to do to your former friend?
Saxton: What am I going to do to Indigo? I'm going to break his f***ing bones that's what I'm going to do. He turned his back on me and screwed me out of MY title.
Sum: But you tried to eliminate him!!
Saxton: THAT WAS NEVER PROVEN!! In fact, I got proof that I never tried to eliminate Indigo, look.
From Symphony of Destruction:
"Marcus celebrates because he thinks he eliminated the champ. But what Marcus failed to notice was that only one of Spyke's feet hit the floor. Marcus immediately takes his attention off of Spyke and onto Chris Indigo, who is still yelling at the fans. But instead of seeing Marcus try to eliminate Chris, it switches to even earlier clips of Marcus and Indigo, including stomping at Soyke, laughing at Lita, stomping on Spyke again, high-fiving, and, once again, stomping on Spyke. The camera turns back to SoD, just at the point where Spyke dropkicks Marcus and Indigo helps eliminate him."
Marcus: You see that Sum? He screwed me over!! Well Indigo, your going to realize one thing when we step into the ring. I am not a man to be f***ed with. And when I'm standing over your broken body with the title in my hands, I'm going to look at your face, and spit at it. Because to me, your nothing more than a pile of s***!! I'm outta here.
Marcus walks off as Sum turns back to the camera.
Sum: Well, I don't know what that was all about, but I guess this interview is over. I'm Sum Guy, and I marked for David Arquette as WCW Champ!!
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Post by Koda, Master Crunchyroller on Dec 3, 2006 22:31:23 GMT -5
We return from commercial to a young wrestler in the ring.
Lillian: In this corner, from Parts Unkown, Job Bher!
* "Fighting Dreamers Go!!!", by FLOW begins playing, and the crowd erupts with cheers. *
Rock Lee and Maito Gai come out to the ring. Lee still has a cast on his injured foot. Lee and Gai get into the ring slowly. Lee grabs a microphone.
Lee: I know I'm not Job Bher's listed opponent tonight, but I would like to announce that I am officially back in the EWT! And, Job Bher, I would like you to be my opponent tonight.
Job nods in agreement, and they shake hands. Gai takes Lee's crutches away, so he isn't DQed for having them. Lee charges Job and hits him with a Konoha Senpuu, kicking him with the foot that has the cast on. Job falls down cold, and Lee goes for the cover.
One....Two....Three!!!!
Lee and Gai celebrate their victory and head on back, as Job bleeds from where he was kicked with the cast.
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Spyke the Pacers Fan
El Dandy
Still hates himself for missing the last episode of Murder She Wrote
Go Indiana!
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Post by Spyke the Pacers Fan on Dec 3, 2006 23:47:05 GMT -5
*Spyke is in the back shadow boxing for some reason. Rachael is looking on*
RLC: "I still don't get what you are doing this for. You don't have a match scheduled today."
Spyke: *stops shadow boxing* "I gotta keep on my feet, Rachael! You saw all those promos! I've got several people pissed off at me! Crauswell is mad at me because I think he's weird. I have no idea what Indigo, Saxton, and Duke are mad at me for, but I have a match with them and I could be a victim of a sneak attack!" *shadow boxes some more*
RLC: "You're crazy."
Spyke: "Well apparently I've pissed off 3 too many people. I need to stay sharp."
RLC: "3 too many?"
Spyke: "Well, I can only handle have one person pissed at me... now I have 4. And I'm hoping by working out, I can shake off the groggyness from that wild night Podanski treated me too."
RLC: "Wild night? He got you drunk in the locker room and you passed out soon after."
Spyke: "When I fell on the floor... that felt pretty wild. Felt like I was falling for 10 minutes. Then I remember being at the feet of a giant ugly thing. Then I had a nasty taste in my mouth and I blacked out. But I remember hearing laughter."
RLC: "That 'giant ugly thing' was Crauswell, you dork."
Spyke: "F***!"
RLC: "So how are you gonna show Crauswell how outRAGEous you can be?"
Spyke: "That's gonna be difficult. I'm a calm, cool, and collected guy... most of the time. But, I've got a good feeling at Season's Beatings, Crauswell, Duke, Indigo, and Saxton will all see, a different side of me."
RLC: "Speaking of a different side you, when you were hammered, you started talking about something like 'From the very first day I met Rachael...' then you passed out. What were you gonna say?"
Spyke: "What? I don't know what you are talking about. I don't remember, I was pretty drunk."
RLC: "Oh, come on! It's been bugging me all week! You gotta remember!"
Spyke: "Sorry. *sarcastically* Maybe I was gonna profess my love for you."
RLC: "Really?!"
Spyke: "Haha... naw, just playing."
RLC: *slugs Spyke in the shoulder* "You lameass, don't toy with me like that. *short pause* I'm gonna get something to drink want anything?"
Spyke: "Gatorade. Any flavor they have."
*RLC steps out of the room as Spyke continues to shadow box saying "Take that, Crauswell! And THAT, Indigo!" The camera follows RLC into the hallway. A single tear falls down her face.*
RLC: "Well, guess not..."
*fade to commercial*
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The Line
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Real Name: Bumkiss. Stanley Bumkiss.
Peanut Butter & JAAAAAMMMM!
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Post by The Line on Dec 4, 2006 1:52:01 GMT -5
(A black screen appears with the following text on it:
The following is unscripted and uncensored. Andy Duke requested this time to show his series of vignettes, “Journey to Hell”. It will shown in multiple parts over the coming weeks. Remember, what you are about to see is not an act. You can call this a shoot.
Location: Chewelah, Washington.
The scene, late afternoon, in a rural area. Andy Duke, in dress clothes, sits on a basic wooden porch of a middle class home)
Duke: Hello, and welcome to the house I grew up in. Bask in it, in all its glory, all its greatness, all its…. Quantness. Quite good for a single uneducated mother. Pan to either your left or right( camera pans right), and you will see what I rose up from. (the camera shows a dilapidated trailer park). I spent much of my childhood there, amongst the hookers and the meth addicts, then oblivious, now, in my “old age”, I have come to both resent and appreciate my upbringings. It made me tough, but yet, it made me weak……(Camera pans back to Duke, who is looking off into the horizon, reminiscing, obviously about unpleasant times). Little did I, or anyone else, know that among the common criminals and junkies, the biggest criminal lived in my own house. My own father…..Come on, lets go. We’ve got plenty of places to go if we want to get it all done by the end of the day. Get in the car, we’ve got a long journey ahead of us, a Journey to Hell, my own personal hell…
(Duke gets up and gets into the car, and the cameraman follows him. The screen fades to black as the car’s engine starts.)
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Ratings
Dennis Stamp
Has a box of scraps
"YAY!"
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Post by Ratings on Dec 4, 2006 8:11:48 GMT -5
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Post by Rick Raskall on Dec 4, 2006 17:45:38 GMT -5
Scene: A fancy nightclub. Raskall and Trunk enter, still wearing their sharp outfits. Four security guards surround them and lead them through the crowd.
Raskall: Party over here! Two big bad VIPs gonna drop some G's!
Random girls in the crowd scream and try to reach out and touch them. More than a few "Marry me Rick!" screams are heard. The guards lead them to the VIP balcony overlooking the floor. Raskall and Trunk take a seat on their fine leather chairs and are immediately handed martinis. Two hot girls enter the VIP section and sit on their laps.
Raskall: These guys know us too well, don't they Marcus?
Trunk: Gonna be a good night!
-- Cut to a private casino room. Raskall is playing the roulette wheel.
Wheel Operator: 22 Red!
Raskall: Score!
Trunk pumps his fist as the girls scream with delight.
-- Cut to the blackjack table.
Dealer: Twenty-one!
Raskall: It's automatic!
Raskall pulls a big pile of money in his direction.
Dealer: Twenty-one!
Trunk: YEAH!
Trunk grabs a pile of his own. The girls enthusiastically hug them.
-- Cut to Raskall and Trunk on the dance floor.
Raskall is busting a move, and looking smooth doing it in his white suit. As he does a flawless moonwalk off the center of the floor, he urges Trunk to dance, he resists at first. Raskall eggs him on, until Trunk finally goes to the middle of the floor. After standing there for a moment, he busts out an awesome combination, moving like a man half his size. He even drops to the floor and does the Worm, which pops the crowd like crazy. Even Raskall is cheering and going nuts.
Raskall: That's my dude! That's my dude!
-- Cut back to the balcony.
Raskall and Trunk are relaxing in their leather chairs, with their women in their laps and drinks in their hands.
Raskall: I'll tell ya Marcus, it's good enough that we're the most popular guys at the hottest club around. But now we're huge TV superstars! And now that we're about to win the Tag Team Championship, that makes it even sweeter. It just doesn't get any...
Just then, screaming and commotion rip through the club. The front door bouncer yells "Hey! I said you're not on the list! Get back here!" Raskall and Trunk get up and look over the balcony, and it becomes apparent what is going on.
Team Ireland has broken into the club! Led by Coach O'Hare clearing away the crowd waving his hurley, Team Ireland storms through the crowd searching for Raskall and Trunk. Liam O'Neill looks up and sees them on the balcony.
Liam: Hey! Up there! There they are!
Shane Malone shoves aside the security guard in front of the door and storms up the stairs to the balcony. When Malone bursts through the door of the balcony, Raskall smashes a beer bottle on his head. This distraction allows Trunk to jump Malone from behind, but the rest of Team Ireland come up to the balcony and start pounding on him. Coach O'Hare jams the door shut with his hurley. While Donnelly, O'Neill, and McCann have Trunk up against the wall, Malone grabs Raskall and presses him above his head, and carries him towards the balcony with the intent of throwing him off! The balcony is about fifteen feet up and there's nothing to cushion Raskall's fall!
Just as Malone is about to do the deed, the security guards manage to break down the door and stop Malone. They hold back the two brawling teams, who are screaming at each other and trying to fight back. The guards manage to drag Team Ireland out of the VIP area.
Trunk: LET ME GO! I'LL KILL THEM!!
O'Hare: YOU WON'T MAKE IT TO SEASON'S BEATINGS!! I SWEAR IT!!!
Finally, the guards have disposed of them and dragged them out of the club. Raskall and Trunk brush themselves off and sit back down in their leather chairs, exhausted and bitterly angry. Raskall looks disgustedly at his suit.
Raskall: Ripped...
End Scene
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Ratings
Dennis Stamp
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"YAY!"
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Post by Ratings on Dec 4, 2006 20:15:09 GMT -5
Cue catchy entertainment tonight-esque intro theme. Marisol Kaneshall is shown standing with a plasma screen tv behind her; the words "EWT Minute with Marisol" are on the screen.
Marisol: "Hi EWT fans, it's me, Marisol Kaneshall! Normally you would see me corresponding and interviewing the superstars of EWT, but since Candy Girl came onto the scene, she's been getting most of the attention. But I'm not mad about it, she's is a b***h afterall."
(she giggles while smiling brightly)
Marisol: "Anyway, thanks to the harlot, I've been giving my very OWN EWT SHOW! YAY!!! That's right folks, welcome to the first installment of "EWT Minute with Marisol", where I keep you up to date with the latest news circulating throughout the EWT locker room. So, lets see what's the 411 behind the scenes."
(The plasma scene show Merc with Chance Confidence, doing humiliating servant work)
Marisol: "From Mercenary to Outlaw to Mercenary to... Servant? Yes it looks like these last few weeks haven't been kind to Merc. Since Chance defeated him in a "loser becomes the winner's servant" match, Merc has been objected to all sorts of embarassing situations. Let me tell you, "The Devil Wears Parada" has nothing on Chance Confidence. I mean, he's gone as far as costing Merc from winning the EWT Heavyweight Championship against Maelstrom. But let me tell you something C.C., if Earl has taught us anything other than "fannel is SO yesterday", it's Karma. What goes around, comes around; and in your triple threat match with Merc and Maelstrom for the heavyweight title at Seasons Beatings, I'd be careful... or at least figure out how to grow eyes in the back of your head... or clone yourself so you can even up the odds... or maybe call in sick... my head hurts... Lets move on! HEHEH!"
(picture changes to Team Ireland)
Ratings: "The Fighting 5... Coach, Aidan, Liam, Shane and Sean; also known as Team Ireland. Since defeating the Nyrds--now Team LEO--a few months ago, the boys from the Emerald Isle have been on a hot streak. They captured tag gold at Symphony of Destruction, things are getting steamy for Coach and Dr. V, and all four wrestlers from the team will be in action at Seasons Beatings: Aidan and Sean will defend the tag titles against the wrestlers formerly known as Sexy Dynamo and Great Hugo - Rick Raskall and Maruc Trunks. "The Celtic Giant" takes on the Paul Podanski while Liam O'Neil battles it out with Mysth. As for Coach O'Hare, he must have had a pinup of Sinead O'Connor on his bedroom door back home. Who would thought he was lover of the baldies?"
(Picture changes to Mike Ragnal and Oceanic)
Marisol: "And a big "welcome back" to the "Hottie from Hawaii". Oceanic made her return recently and threw down the gauntlet to out of all people... MIKE RAGNAL! Does O.C. have Tri-State gold on the mind? If so, will Mike accept her challenge? We'll keep a close eye on this story as it progresses.
(Picture of Crauswell)
Marisol: (giggles like a school girl) "He's furry."
(Picture of Spyke and RLC)
Marisol: "Ross and Rachel? Sam and Diane? Joanie and Chachi? Forget those. The hottest "will-they won't-they" duo out there right now is Spyke Johansson and Rachael Leigh Cook. Its so obvious that Rachael is totally into Spyke, but the "Dreamy Swede" is so oblivious of her feelings? Earth to Spyke... Would you get your head in the game for a sec. RLC like you! I mean look at her with her beautiful hair, enchanting eyes, gorgeous smile... smooth milky skin... perky breasts... that rock hard ass of hers... boy, I would love to get my hands on that..."
(Suddenly realizing what she had been saying ON THE AIR, Marisol's eyes widen and for a second, she goes blank in shock)
Marisol: (nervous laugh) "Wow, that was embarassing. Can I have one second please.
(She looks away from the camera and begins taking deep breaths)
Marisol (quietly to herself) "It was just a phase in college... It was just a phase in college... it didn't mean anything... it only happened a couple of times..."
(She exhales once last time before looking back at the camera, smiling)
Marisol: "Spyke will competiting in a fatal fourway match at Seasons Beatings, along with Toolshed champion Chris Indigo, Andy Duke and Marcus Stylez."
(Picture of Prophecy Reborn and Team LEO)
Marisol: "Talk about a feud, these two teams of Prophecy Reborn and Team LEO have got some heavy issues to settle. Things have been brewing between the two teams since Moxie and HMark defeated Joel and Mike in the Megadeth tournament. When the two duos along with their leading ladies--Auraelia and Kimiko--meet in Iraq in the 1st ever tag team Iron Match, it will no doubt be nothing less than a five star classic."
(Picture of Mystery)
Marisol: "She scares me..."
(The screen goes back to the title)
Marisol: "Well, that's all for now! Be sure to tune in next time for another addition of "EWT Minute with Marisol". Bye-bye for now!"
(She smiles for a few seconds then looks away from the camera)
Marisol: "Are we done? Good. Hey umm... about that whole... Rachael Leigh Cook thing... y-you can cut that out right? I mean, I don't want people to assume I'm you know... like that. Cause I'm not, you know that, right? I'M. NOT. LIKE. THAT. What? A woman can't complement another woman on her body? You are sexist! You are so sexist! We do it all the time! Watch. HEY! Make-up girl! Yeah, I'm talkin' to you, sweetcheeks! That's right, I called you "Sweetcheeks". You like that name, don't ya. Maybe next time, you should consider ditching the pant and put on something a lot more revealing. Some daisy dukes, maybe some booty shorts... I'll settle with a micro skirt and--OH NO, I'M DOING IT AGAIN!!!"
(Screaming in a panic, Marisol runs off the set as we FADE OUT)
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