Ragnal
Game Genie
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Post by Ragnal on May 13, 2007 23:48:33 GMT -5
*Mike Ragnal is at the backstage buffet table, stirring a cup of coffee while his EWT World title rests on the table. As Mike takes a sip of his coffee, he flinches, and coughs a bit.*
Mike: This isn't supposed to be that hot, dammit!
*From behind, clad in their entrance/ring gear, Thunder and Jupiter advance, Terina behind in a pair of jeans and a pink top. None of them seem intimidated by him, and over his left shoulder, Thunder, looks down at the title; on the right, Jupiter is looking right at him*
Jupiter: Well now, for a champion, I thought you might be able to do more than simply complain about a cup of COFFEE!
*Mike turns around to the two, still holding his coffee in his hands.*
Mike: Well well...if it isn't One's lackies, Tweedle Dee and Jeedle Dumb. Whatcha want?
Jupiter: Lackeys, hardly. Associates, fully.
Terina *just to Ragnal's right, looking at the title*: That's a fine piece of gold. Too bad Mr. One failed to defeat you. I think platinum better fits TJT, but gold's a start. Maybe...maybe...you're up for a match?
Mike: *pfft* A match. Me. Right. And against who, may I ask? I've beaten Merc, and his ass is history. I destroyed both One and Corral in that tables match at CAM...Hell, name one person in the company right now that hasn't beaten me yet!
Thunder: Jimmy Thunder.
Jupiter: Jason Jupiter.
Mike: Oh, right, right...of course I haven't.
*Mike looks down at the floor, chuckling to himself, and then looks up at TJT.*
Mike: Mind telling me where I can find these jokes?
Thunder: HA! HA! He called us a joke!
Jupiter: Oh my, however will we defeat the great world champion Mike Ragnal now?!
Terina: Surely words are powerful, otherwise the "great one" would never use them on us!
Mike: Yeah, keep telling yourselves that.
*Mike takes another sip of the coffee, this time expecting the hot liquid to run down his throat.*
Mike: Listen. The two of you, you're not bad. I mean, amazingly you've won all your matches. But...then again, they were all against a jobber and some cornhead who thinks he's worthy of being an "Icon". And you know what? You don't have anything to show those wins for. You're title less. I mean, god...Duke and Doe haven't had the best of luck, but here they are now, EWT Tag Team Champions. So tell me...why should I give you a shot at a title made greatly by so many others before me, hmmm?
Terina: Valid point...if my two men here had been given a title shot. Instead, they were stuck against a team that no-showed.
Thunder: Why give us a shot? Simple. Me and Jason...are the highest-impact team in the history of the EWT!
Jupiter: Combining raw power with technical superiority...with a touch of grace and leadership as the third facet. Quite frankly, we can take anyone. You really think you can beat either of us?
Mike: "Think"? Kid, I KNOW I can beat you! OR your little buddy there. I've beaten Bret Michaels on THREE separate occasions. I beat my brother at his own piece of FUN. I've defeated Nyrds, Limey bastards, midgets, sasquatches, virgins...and all of them were worthy of the challenge.
Jupiter: In what you're saying is that...in your physical prime...
Thunder: You defeated a bunch of washed-up has-beens? You know, if I didn't know better, I'd think you're just trying to play tough.
*Mike simply shakes his head, thinking that neither of them get it.*
Mike: Right...you're one to talk, Thunder. A man who apparently has a love for the elements...reminds me of myself...before I went Elementalcidal.
Thunder: Why did you join them in the first place?
Terina: What ever made you, who, to your credit, is vastly superior to them, join them? You could easily have taken over.
*Mike takes another sip before answering.*
Mike: Appreciation. Something that none of the fans ever gave me in return. Something my brother and sister showed to me before they left and walked out of EWT's doors, until Joe came back. They asked me for help, they congradulated me for good matches, even when I LOST. That appreciation Duke and Doe showed me...is the reason I have THIS.
*He reaches for the table and grabs his title, holding it high for TJT to see.*
*Jupiter dusts his fingers a little bit, huffs, and looks at him*
Jupiter: Heh, yeah. You joined a couple of nobodies. A title doesn't mean crap. Not if they don't have the ability to back it up. They've been a dead-end team for how long? And for all you know, they may have just been kissing up to you!
Thunder: We may be in Minipax, but we know damn well not to be sheep. We follow by our own accord.
Terina: And have Duke and Doe somehow managed to NOT get pinned and thus losing yet in their EWT tenure?
Mike: Maybe not. But you know what? I joined them to give them guidance. Give them an understanding. To see how they tick, and help them get further in the business. I'm their mentor. And if you honestly believe that the two of you have any shots at this title...well...
*Mike takes one last sip of his coffee, and then SPITS IT INTO THUNDER'S EYES!*
Mike: Think fast!
*Thunder winces, yelping in pain.*
Thunder: AGH! DAMMIT!
*Terina frantically looks for a wet towel, finding one nearby and handing it to Thunder, who presses it firmly into his eyes.*
Jupiter: What are you out to prove? That you can spit coffee? Please. Get to the point!
Terina: WHAT IS IT THAT YOU WANT? You want a match? Either one of these two can take you!
*Mike chuckles at his accomplishment, then crosses his arms.*
Mike: Either one? Listen, sweetcakes, how about I do you a favor by saving you both the embarrasment and taking you on at the same time?
*She frowns, but suddenly becomes smug.*
Terina: Fine. You want a handicap match? You'll get a handicap match!
Thunder *still having his eyes covered*: Agh, and there isn't going to be any mercy from us!
Jupiter: Not when you're beaten within an inch of your life and mental submission by--
Thunder: T!
Jupiter: J!
Terina: T!
Mike: Yeah. Keep telling yourselves that. Just remember the name that beat you down before the bell can even ring.
*He leans in on the trio.*
And that name...will forever be...RAGNAL.
*Mike smiles sinisterly, and then turns and walks off, the World title on his shoulder.*
*As Thunder finishes rubbing his eyes, he flicks the towel away and he turns with his partners as they walk away furiously; the camera fades out.*
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Boku AKA Da Green Guy
El Dandy
WC's Resident Pirate Otaku and Official Scapegoat
Always and Forever, Hurricane.
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Post by Boku AKA Da Green Guy on May 14, 2007 2:14:47 GMT -5
*The cameras open up "The Wrestle Posse" Tenacious J & A as they are walking in the hallway.* Axel: So we are decided right? Jobby: As clear as Crystal Pepsi! Axel: Read it back to me then. Jobby: Read what? Axel: Just tell me back what we agreed... Jobby: OH! Okay... *He whips out some cheap, neon sunglasses and places them on his face as he adopts an Axel-esque voice.* Jay, if either of us win the Rumble, let's promise that we challenge for the Tag Titles. Anything else is up to the winner! You're my best friend! *He pulls the glasses off just like Axel would then places back in an unknown location.* Axel: ...Is my voice REALLY that deep? Jobby: Yes. Yes it is. Axel: Huh... Well anyways, now that we have that covered, let's continue. *They reach the sign up papers. But are stopped in their tracks by a large post-it note that reads the following: "Helpful Reminder: Those with a NO SINGLES CLAUSE do not apply. - Toom E. Dangerously" * Axel: DAMMIT! NOT A FREAKIN' AGAIN! Jobby: I wonder if we have autograph duty again... Axel: HOW ARE WE EVER GOING TO GET ANYWHERE WITH DANGEROUSLY ALWAYS SCREWING WITH US!?! Jobby: I should make more mix tapes... Axel: Can ANYTHING ELSE happen to us?! We lost at CAM !!!!, one of the few tag teams we actually got along with is gone, those rip-offs spilling some BS about "protection", and NOW WE CAN'T BE IN THE RUMBLE?! Jobby: Rip-offs? Who are you talking about? Axel: TJT. Jobby: How are they rip-offs? Axel: I DON'T KNOW BUT THEY JUST ARE! Jobby: ...It's a pity, I wanted to have everyone's music be CLASSIC songs of my choosing. Axel: I don't know whether that would have been a good or bad thing... But anyways, look at this list... All of these unknowns get to sign up for this thing but yet WE can't! Who in the name of Bruce Campbell is PETER PORK?! "You're going to have a heart attack before thirty, baka." Axel: *he closes his eyes before turning to face the voice* .... *The camera follows his gaze to BR Juri Sadamoto in a black kimono, with her hair done up. It flashes back to Jobby with wide eyes and Axel with his shades on his forehead.* BR: STOP GAWKING! *her eyes shift downward* It's bad enough I have to deal with all the other MEN in the locker room, I don't need you two as well. *to Axel* ESPECIALLY YOU! Now if you kindly get out of my way... Axel: You're going to sign th- Jobby: You look pretty. BR: *sigh* ........shut up.... Axel: The sign up for the Rumble, right? BR: Unlike some people, I have no urge to be in charge of anything. I'm a warrior, not a emperor. Axel: But.... You could have whatever you want! BR: *she sticks her face up to Axel's* The ONLY THING I want is vengeance. And nothing short of basically cheating to help you will do that, apparently. Axel: .... * A distant music is heard. * BR: Now if you excuse me, I have a match to be in. Axel: You're going to wrestle in that?! BR: For today anyway, I have something else coming in from my motherland... *seeing Jobby's stare* Due that stupid situation, I'm forced to listen to that fool. I'm not doing this by choice. *As she heads out, Axel looks at a loss for words. Looking for the right choice of them that may ease her anger.* Axel: ...Sadamoto-sa- Jobby: GOOD LUCK! *She turns, looking slightly down, before changing her expression to a extremely fake smile.* BR: Thanks, Jobby!
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Post by brokenrose on May 14, 2007 2:15:54 GMT -5
*The camera flicks to the ring, with Fabulous Moolah waiting in the center.* Finkel: Currently in the ring... Weighting in at 138 lbs... From Columbia, South Carolina... THE FABULOUS MOO-LAH! *Moolah waves to the crowd as she eagerly awaits her opponent.* * "Rose" begins to play. * *The crowd eagerly awaits to see the Kimono clad BR and cheers her on as she enters from the ramp. Foregoing her normal entrance perhaps due to how hard it would be to walk through the crowd in such an attire. She quickly makes it to the ring amid the cat calls her Irish freckles disappearing in a sea of red that matches her hair color. She quickly enters the ring and discards her sandals. The referee motions for the bell as “Rose” dies down.* Cole: What we have here is a very odd situation... JBL: For one Juri Sadamoto that is... Cole: How can one expect to wrestle in that?! JBL: Not well... *Moolah walks over to meet Juri, who is having trouble taking wide steps her in Kimono, while Moolah is walking in her own hampered way. Caused mostly because of ring damage through the years mixed with old age. Moolah takes a wide swing that leaves her open to Juri to lock her into a Sleeper Hold. Juri motions for the Broken Stem Driver #1 but seeing as how Moolah is getting up there in years, she halts just to hold the move in.* JBL: An odd display of mercy from the Broken Rose... Cole: Well, I can see why. She obviously respects Moolah enough not to see her injured by such a painful move. JBL: Let's just hope that doesn't come back to bite her. *Moolah has faded completely, after a little bit of struggling, and the referee begins the count. The crowd has been supportive of the two in the ring, but aren't as happy as they could be.* 1! 2! 3! *The referee calls for the bell as Juri lets go to lightly lay Moolah down. She taps the neck of Moolah a few times before walking out of the ring and back to the ramp.* Cole: What did Juri just do there? JBL: Well, it's quite simple... She knocked out Moolah with the Sleeper but tapped her neck to restart the blood flow to the brain. Basically helping the elder woman recover quicker. Cole: Wow.... What an odd sort of a mood that Juri is in tonight... *Fade to commercial.*
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Post by xombiehiphop on May 14, 2007 9:06:21 GMT -5
Announcer: Currently in the ring..Rockin'..Robin!
Robin throws her arms skywards to blank stares
Announcer: And her opponent..
The arena is bathed in a deep red light as the ominous sounds of "Get Your Gunn" by Marilyn Manson begins to play. Karma, proving she truly is a member of The Draugr, is already in the ring, standing in a corner while Robin stares at the entrance way. After hearing a growl, Robin turns around..just to get knocked silly by a super stiff, lariat, the "Bloody Mary". The red lights fade and Robin is out. Karma places a foot on her throat and you can guess what happens next..
Announcer: ..Here is your winner..Karma!
Karma does not seem satisfied as she soon attacks the one hundred and thirty pound referee. Clotheslining his head off two and repeatedly slamming his head into the mat. She rolls out of the ring, grabs a steel chair and slams into the ring steps a few times. Before tearing out some hair she hops the guard rail and disappears into the masses..
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Post by The Lach is very tired on May 15, 2007 0:37:19 GMT -5
Spaz & Spyke are sitting backstage.*
Spyke: Hey buddy have you signed up for the TLC Rumble yet?
Spaz: You know what? I haven't yet! I really should seeing as I won the first one.
Spyke: Yeah, with us working as a team there is no way we can be beaten.
Spaz: You are right bro, I will go sign up now.
*Spaz leaves the room.*
Spyke: GT will win the TLC Rumble!
CUT TO COMMERCIAL
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Post by teamireland on May 15, 2007 15:53:19 GMT -5
Fabian Kaelin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall & is part of the Barclaystm Unofficial Trios Tournament.
"Shout, shout, let it all out, These are the things I could do without, Come on... I'm talking to you, come on!" *As "Shout" plays over the EWT sound system, Jack Jupiter & The Midnight Mystery appear at the top of the entrance ramp.* Kaelin: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 571lbs, representing Minipax, JACK JUPITER & THE MIDNIGHT MYSTERY!
*All the way down to the ring, Jupiter struts cockily as the Mystery growls & roars. Some of the crowd chuckle at the Mystery, the fools!*
*"Shout" fades out & is replaced by Dropkick Murphys' "I'm Shipping Up To Boston". At the up-beat of the song, Coach O'Hare, Sean McCann & Shane Malone walk out in their Team Ireland shirts, O'Hare waving his Tricolour wrapped Hurley around as always.*
Kaelin: And their opponents, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, at a combined weight of 479lbs, "THE CELTIC GIANT", SHANE MALONE & SEAN MCCANN... TEAM IRELAND!
*The trio of Irishmen make their way on down the ramp as their usual pyrotechnics explode behind them. O'Hare gets his face right in the camera...* O'Hare: THOSE STABLES TITLES ARE OURS, YE ****S!
*Malone & McCann get in the ring. Sean climbing the ringpost & making the "title belt" motion going from one shoulder down to his waist.*
*The referee pats down both members of Team Ireland, then both members of Minipax, once he's satisfied...*
DING-DING!
*Jack & Sean start off in the ring. There is no "testing the water" between these two men. No lock ups or tests of strength. They simultaneously charge at eachother. Each man aiming to knock the other down with a shoulder tackle. They collide! Rather embarrassingly for both, they both get knocked flat on their butts. Both stand again, dust themselves off & retreat to the ropes for a moment. Sean races towards Jack & tries for a tilt-a-whirl headscissors. He spins around & around on Jack, probably completeing about 7 full revolutions. But Jack catches a hold of Sean's ankles & tries to prevent Sean from flinging him across the ring. Jack does go flying, but he manages to drag Sean with him! Both men go crashing into a corner, lying in a heap. Again, both men are left rather embarrassed, as are their respective partners. Even Coach O'Hare covers his eyes in embarassment. Sean scrambles over to the Team Ireland corner to make the tag to Shane. Shane enters & advances on Jack. Remembering how he lost to Shane little over a month ago, Jack hurries to make the tag to the Mystery. Now, both big men are in the ring. It's not often that Malone has to face a man bigger than himself, so he's a little taken aback by the sheer size of the Mystery. Shane & The Mystery go for the same approach as Sean & Jack, both run the ropes & shoulder block eachother in the middle of the ring. Unlike Sean & Jack's efforts, neither man gives. Shane tries to whip Mystery, but the Mystery holds his ground & tries to drag Shane in for a Short Clothesline. Again, Shane maintains his footing. Mystery releases Shane's arm & both decide to abandon their "wrestling approach". Both men simply beging whaling on eachother! HUGE powerful lefts & rights are flying! Shane & the Mystery are rocking the ring with the power they're displaying! Shane manages to catch Mystery with a powerful blow to the side of his face. The Mystery, caught off-guard, stumbles back a little bit. He charges for Shane "RAAAAARRRRRRGGGHHH!". Malone dodges the Mystery & clobbers the big man in the back of the head with a double axe-handle. The Mystery is down. Shane performs an Earthquake Splash onto the Mystery's back. Shane tries to clamp a Sleeper on Mystery from this position. Mystery surprises Shane by managing to get to his feet, even with the hold locked on. Then Mystery surprises Shane further by simply falling backwards (as Shane has done to his opponents many times before). The ring shakes, Sean & Jack hold on to the rinposts for dear life & O'Hare takes a few steps back for fear it may collapse. Mystery lies on top of Shane, Shane's shoulders are on the mat...*
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SEAN BREAKS IT UP!!!
*McCann leaps into the ring with a Double Stomp onto Mystery's chest. The big(ger) man gets up off of Shane. As the Mystery chases Sean around the ring, Shane sits up. He charges towards the Mystery &, much to everyone's surprise, manages to take him down with a Spear! The entire audience gets to their feet in sheer disbelief that Malone has floored the Mystery. Shane gets to his feet & gives out a roar of his own. He picks up the Mystery intending to do some more damage, but the Mystery fights back again. He whips Shane to the ropes & tries to drill the Irishman with a Black Hole Slam, but Shane uses the momentum of the swing to get behind the Mystery & take him down with a Russian Leg Sweep. Again, the crowd are surprised that Shane has what it takes to take the Mystery down. Shane brings Mystery to his feet again &, once again, Mystery snaps out of his daze. He whips Malone to the ropes again & follows up with a Black Boot, knocking Shane out of the ring. Mystery follows. He brings Shane to his feet & hefts him up for a Gorilla Press! Mystery tosses Shane onto the guard rail. Shane manages to turn over so his feet are on the ground & his back is towards the crowd, but Mystery charges towards Shane & gives him a version of the Stinger Splash on the rail, taking Shane over into the crowd! Mystery follows again, the two big men are beating the crap out of eachother & the terrified crowd is scattering far & wide. "Why isn't the ref counting them out?" I hear you ask. Well, that's because he's pre-occupied with the fight between Sean & Jack that's happening in the ring at this very moment.*
*Neither man seems capable of landing a move on the other. Sean whips Jack to the ropes, Jack leapfrogs Sean on the way back, Jack goes for a sweep & Sean leaps in the air to avoid it, Sean goes for a spinning heel kick & Jack ducks it, etc. The ref is concerned with trying to get this under control all the while O'Hare is shouting abuse at him from the ring apron.*
*Shane & Mystery continue to brawl through the crowd. O'Hare abandons the ring & goes searching for them. They're now somewhere up in the cheap seats. Mystery picks up the popcorn seller & chucks him at Malone. Malone is downed by having a full grown man thrown at him. Mystery, meanwhile, picks up some of the popcorn from the ground & tries to eat it, frustrated that he can't get it through his mask. This inabilty to consume sweet, sweet popcorn drives the Mystery into more rage! He rushes for Malone just after Shane has got up after having the concession guy thrown at him. Mystery knocks Malone over the edge of the seating area & through a table below. But that's not all... Mystery completes this attempted homicide by leaping off afterwards, landing on top of "The Celtic Giant"! Both men are barely mobile. The crowd is chanting "HO-LY S***! HO-LY S***!"*
*Coach O'Hare rushes over to tend to Shane. The Midnight Mystery rises to his feet & the entire audience gasps in awe. Mystery grabs Shane by the hair & drags him back towards the ring. Mystery rolls Shane back in as O'Hare follows at a safe distance. Mystery runs the ropes & hits a Big Splash on Shane...*
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IT'S BROKEN UP!
*Sean & Jack's skirmish has cost Midnight Mystery the victory. Their little scrap spilled over in the general direction of where the Mystery was pinning Shane. Jack had knocked Sean down with a dropsault & Sean had landed on top of the Mystery. Mystery pounds the mat with frustration. He gets to his feet. "RAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGHHHHHHH?" He yells incoherently at Jack as Jupiter tries to sneak out of the ring & avoid the wrath of the Mystery. Sean McCann, is not so lucky however. He is on the receiving end of a Choke Bomb! Mystery covers Sean, but is reminded that McCann is not the legal man. While all this fuss was going on, O'Hare was attempting to drag Malone's prone body back to the Team Ireland corner. Alas, now Sean is unavailable for a tag. Mystery has been further enraged by the fact that he is not permitted to pin Sean. He growls & slabbers some more. Mystery grabs the referee about the shirt collar. He's about to slam the referee when Jack intervenes & manages to subdue the beast slightly. As the Mystery tosses the ref harmlessly to the ground, O'Hare enters the fray. He swings his huley for he Mystery. Mystery avoids it, but the unlucky Jack Jupiter winds up with a faceful of wood. Jupiter goes down & Mystery grabs a hold of O'Hare. O'Hare is tossed out into the crowd, Spike Dudley style. Unfortunately for the Coach, the EWT fans move aside rather than catch him. O'Hare crashes to the ground in the middle of the audience.*
*Shane Malone has barely regained conciousness. He just witnessed Mystery toss O'Hare out into the crowd. Shane stands behind Mystery, readying himself. Shane locks up Mystery's arms in a Full Nelson. Shane tries to execute the "Dragon Slayer", but Mystery works his way out of it! Mystery aims a to take Malone down with a deadly Shoulder Chop. Malone blocks it. Stopping Mystery's arm before he can connect with the chop. Malone tries to overpower the Mystery. But Mystery kicks "The Celtic Giant" in the gut. Shane doubles over & Mystery plants him with "Midnight Madness". The Mystery covers...*
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THREE! DING-DING-DING!
*Sean tries to leap on Mystery to break the pinfall, but he's just too late. "Shout" starts to play once again as Mystery celebrates. He lifts an unconcious Jack Jupiter on his shoulders & heads to the back.* Kaelin: Here are your winners... JACK JUPITER & THE MIDNIGHT MYSTERY!!!!
*Back in the ring, Sean tries to revive Shane. Both are fearful for the lambasting they will receive for their failure in the match.*
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Post by Joel, Mike, Currently...? on May 15, 2007 18:18:48 GMT -5
David Davies, with the Nyrds and Keiko standing behind him, watches the clip of Dorf showing their Hell in a Cell match, in its entirety. Davies visibly shakes with fury as memories flood back, especially from his loss due to missing his moonsault.
"Turn it off."
Keiko turns the tv off, and Dave faces the camera.
"Dorf...I've gotta admit, the one thing, the very single thing I've always liked about you was that you had one tremendous set of stones on you. But don't lie...never lie...I know you've always had a bit of fear for me. Admit it, Dorf...I was always the demon you couldn't kill, the monster that wouldn't die. Tell me to my face, and I'll call you a liar, if you dare deny that I never haunted your dreams!"
Joel and Mike back up a bit, scared of Dave in promo mode.
"If I know you, Dorf....and I do know you...the day I announced my retirement, you breathed a huge sigh of relief, knowing full well that you'd never have to be beaten up by me ever again...that I'd never carve your face up like so much Thanksgiving turkey...you must have s*** your pants upon hearing that I was coming back. But again, that set of stones on you....you want to challenge me again? To prove once and for all that you're better than me? Well too damn bad, Dorf, because what we have now...its not between you and me. Its between you and the Nyrds. The Nyrds aren't afraid of you, Dorf, and neither am I. So, I decline your challenge to compete in the TLC Rumble...but I'll be there. Oh God yes, I'll be there. And if I have to, and I more than likely will...I will knock you on your ass."
Joel and Mike come back, their chests swelling with pride, their associate/manager showing that he believes in them.
"The Nyrds don't need me to beat you, Dorf. They never have. They'll beat you at Toomi's House Party. I know they will. Its their destiny to be the top team in EWT once again. Its their future. Its their present. The Nyrds will rule EWT, and you're just another step towards the crown."
Dave then walks off, past the camera, while Joel and Mike stay in sight, impressed. Dave then walks back in view, his arms outstretched.
"Guys, after a promo, you walk offscreen dramatically, now lets go!"
Joel: Oh, whoops...
Joel and Mike then walk past the camera as well, as Keiko follows them, giggling.
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Smarky
Mike the Goon
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Post by Smarky on May 15, 2007 20:25:30 GMT -5
[Smarky is standing outside the door of Minipax's headquarters clutching a letter]
Smarky: [Rereading] Dear Minipax, it's me, Smarky. Remember me? I was the guy that got you coffee? Well, just to let you know, I left Joe One a message on his phone, but I don't think it got through. Must be my crappy service...maybe I should switch to Verizon. Don't they have free texting? But I digress. I decided I'd take a more practical approach and just slip this letter in under your door, that way you guys are sure to get it. You'll notice that I have impeccable handwriting, which I'm sure will come in handy at some point. Anyway, I hope that I get a reply back soon. Love, Smarky.
[Smarky finishes reading the letter, puts it in an envelope, and slips it in under the door and runs off]
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Post by *"@-BoMb" R.I.P Deus/Dinobot on May 16, 2007 0:57:50 GMT -5
*A familar theme hits the arena*
Announcers: What the heck!? It sounds like.....it sounds like.....A-Bomb!!!
*A-Bomb walks thru the curtain holding a microphone. The fans are going nuts but he seems to appear angry.*
*climbs into the ring*
A-Bomb:What the **** is going on here!? This place has gone to hell since I've left! This is the EWT!? All I see are a bunch of Joe Nobodies running around in kickpads and short tights doing flips and noselling!
*crowd boos*
A-Bomb: You call this a show!? Obviously, I have to un-retire and set things straight around here! I can take anyone of those discount wrestlers back there!*drops mic*
*cheers and boos*
*walks up ramp yelling into camera*
A-Bomb: Let me show you how it's done! They have nothing on me!
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Post by dorf on May 16, 2007 3:48:49 GMT -5
*camera then zooms back with Hodge-Podge Grisham and dorf*
Grisham: Hodge-Podge Grisham here backstage with dorf here on comments stemming from David Davies' back down on your offer. Tell me dorf, in your own words, how do you feel?
Dorf: How do I feel? HOW DO I FEEL?! To be honest, I'm quite disappointed. Sure, the Nyrds are in the TLC Rumble thing-a-ma-jig, but I have beaten them down numerous times single-handedly in singles, tag, AND even handicap matches.
Hell, they couldn't even beat me for the pin once ape love was faltered by logic in Crap-a-Mania IV. Davies even had a weapon in his hands to show how weak he still is currently.
Grisham: Excellent point, dorf. Any other comments?
Dorf: Davies....you may wuss out this time, but mark my words you will get your.....just do once again soon, like them Nyrds for the 8000th time now.
*Just then post-master guy came up to interupt the promo*
Post-master: Are you dorf?
Dorf: Yes, why?
Post-master: I have a message from a certain someone....
*opens letter*
Dear Dorfy poo. STOP. Just to let you know, my pyschadelic powers have warped my mind. STOP. So much that pychoapeguy is dead. STOP. Thanks to those Nyrdy guys. STOP. I gave them flowers, Resee's Pieces, and and....STOP.
OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. STOP. EAT TURKAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!. STOP.
Will be back soon,
ape love
*camera pans up in dorf's dismay and he walks to the back in anger. Meanwhile, the camera fades to black as we prepare for commcercial.*
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on May 16, 2007 5:37:03 GMT -5
*The camera is now in the... women' s locker room ?? And we can see Ivy taking a shower ( don' t dream, we only see her head and neck ). Suddenly, she hears a cheeping sound.*
Ivy : Huh ? What was that ?
*Ivy looks around but sees nothing, then she looks at her feet and she sees... a crow, with a paper in it' s beak. Ivy frowns.*
Ivy : ... last time Mysth was visited by a crow, it bringed nothing good...
*The crow suddenly flies away and lands on Ivy' s shoulder, then losens what it had in it' s beak. Ivy grabs the paper and the bird flies away again and disappears...*
Ivy : It doesn' t look go... ARGH !! What the hell ?? That water is salted !!
*Ivy grabs a towel which she puts around her body and rushes out of the shower. She unfolds the paper. She gives it a glance then throws it on the ground.*
Ivy : Damn it ! COME BACK, BLOODY BIRD !! I' M GONNA FRY YOU !!
*Now Ivy runs out of the locker room, still only wearing a towel, searching for the bird, as the camera pans on the piece of paper... a black spot.*
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Post by teamireland on May 16, 2007 13:54:10 GMT -5
*Cut to the interior of the Team Ireland locker room. Sean & Aidan are playing cards. Liam & Shane are talking to eachother at a table in the background. Well, Liam is talking Shane just has to listen. He can be seen to actually roll his eyes as Liam babbles at him. Coach O'Hare enters.* O'Hare: All right lads, gather 'round. After much deliberation, I've come to a decision. The one of you lads that I want to grab that briefcase in the TLC Rumble & grant us control over EWT during Toom E. Dangerously's time off is... Aidan. Congratulations, boyo. *Shane & Sean congratulate Aidan & shake his hand (albeit slightly begrudgingly). Liam, however, can't quite muster up the same feelings of respect for his team-mate.* Liam: Hould on there, Coach... Sean: Shush, Liam. Liam: How come he gets the nod? Why not me? O'Hare: 'Cause Aidan's the team captain. He's proven himself time & again which is why I wanted him to be the captain of Team Ireland in the first place! Liam: Proven himself? Aidan LOST in the first round match of the BUTT! He was on the losing end of two matches against Dorf & Ape Love! I have a victory over Spaz, the longest reigning EWT World Heavyweight Champion in history! O'Hare: Aidan also has a pinfall victory over Spaz in a tag-team match... & he didn't need the interference of those devilishly handsome Boogie Knights 3000 to do it, either. You, Liam, are also the possesor of one of the worst losing streaks in EWT! You dropped matches to Mysth, Hercules Hernandez & Christy Hemme! There's no way I could trust you to win this match on behalf of the team! When you get in that match your objective is to help Aidan, Shane & Sean to eliminate everyone else! When that's done, you willingly exit the ring & allow Aidan to retrieve that briefcase for us, GOT IT? Liam: Coach, look, just give me... Give me a chance to prove myself... O'Hare: Liam, you've had planty of chances to do that, son! And what'd you do? You dropped the ball every time! This time I know that Aidan's capable of getting the job done. He's my selection to win this match & that IS FINAL! OK?!
*O'Hare storms out as Liam sulks a little. The others stand back slightly, in surprise. Shane & Sean congratulate Aidan a little more. Liam storms out in a right huff.*
Liam:[muttering] I KNOW I can do it. If they'd just give me a chance. All I need's an opportunity, then they'll all see...
*Cut to whatever's next...*
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B.A.
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Post by B.A. on May 16, 2007 15:55:24 GMT -5
Muraco is in the ring waiting for Eddie Omega...
Lillian goes over and whispers something to him..causing Muraco to throw up his hands in disgust..
Lillian:..it is with great displeasure that I announce that Eddie cannot make the match..he currently has the flu and will be back next week, along with a surprise...
King: what surprise could this be that Eddie Omega has?
Lillian: your winner, by forfeit...Don "The Rock" Muracooooooo
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Bedlam LadyD
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Post by Bedlam LadyD on May 16, 2007 20:23:15 GMT -5
*The camera screens over to outside. The wind is blowing calmly and various wrestlers are chatting on the outside. It's a very peaceful scenario. Soothing even. Then a grayish haze can be seen coming toward the building. It's smoke and it gets closer in synchronization with a buzzing noise. The tranquil atmosphere is busted with a squeal of tires and bass thudding. The people outside duck out of the way as a beautiful flash of sleek black car zooms into the parking lot. A very familiar flash of fuchsia-inflamed hair can be seen. The camera pans upward over the 2007 Eclipse Spyder convertible as it skids to a stop with a smooth purr. Godsmack's 'Bad Religion' changes to Disturbed's 'Prayer' as the audience get a shell-shocked view of one Synthy Eris. Lip-gloss sheen brings into view of two new scars on her lower lip as well as a new center-lip piercing. One of the scars is from a certain well-received match that had occurred before the woman disappeared. The other no one can figure out. As the audience stares, she pulls out a black Razor phone and jumps out from behind the driver's side, revealing an Otep white tank, and black capris. She punches in a number, and a smile appears.
Synthy: Heya, girlchick? I guess I've got some 'splainin' to do. Get your Japanrish booty down here, and I'll explain it all.
*The camera flashes to a black cell with a snapped rose on it. The frame follows it as foot steps are heard. Fade into commercial for "YU-GI-OH!s.... THEY'RE YU-GU-LESSIOUS!"
*Synthy looks away from her shiny new car.*: Heya chikadee.
Juri: *clad still in her kimono* Where have you been?!
Synthy: *flicks a piece of lint from her shoulder* : Heh.....hehe.....*She points to her new scar, the one Juri didn't cause, and holds up her hands to reveal three more combined on them.* In all honesty?
*Juri looks a little shaken, perhaps for some unexplained reason.*
Juri: .....Should I answer yes?
Synthy: You did ask.....you sure you don't wanna take back the question?
Juri: *in a voice strangely sounding like a little school girl* ........I just missed you.....
Synthy:...Aww.....I wanna tell......Heh. *She pats her new car lovingly, and changes her disk to some mix that starts with Malice Mizer's 'Illuminati'.* ...Seriously though....What a freakin' life.
Juri: *cracks a half smile* So... How come I'm the only one wearing a freakin' dress right now?
Synthy: Juri...in case you hadn't noticed...I had my full share of embarrassment six freaking days ago. You got to wear a the beautiful kimono...and what did I get left with? ....FREAKING MARILYN MONROE. So excuse me if Im'ma put that damned costume on as late as possible. Anyway, I've actually been in a jailcell these past six days if you really wanna know.
Juri: .....I hate wearing this as well.... I can't move in this at all... Well, at least I can upgrade. I see your point though, girlie. You don't have to say anymore, if you don't want to.
Synthy: Regardless......it was fun as to how I got there. Quite ironic really. It was a bar fight.
Juri: *smiling* Now, if you had me there... I gurantee that neither of us would be in jail.
Synthy:.....With my ex-fiance.
Juri: ..........*Juri kicks off her scandals.* Juri: Where's the son of a complain and/or rude female...
Synthy:...Let's just say he made some comments...and I do mean COMMENTS toward some inappropriate subjects, and I tried to just walk away until he called me a slut for sleeping with all those 'braindead wrestler guys'. And that he was glad that he left all of that time ago, even though now? He'd still ...*She shuts her mouth off before she reveals anymore.* To be blunt, I attacked him, got in a major scuffle with his beerbottle too....and got locked up for assault.
Juri: ........ *she uncharacteristically wraps her arms around Synthy* I'm your sister. You EVER have trouble like that again, call me damn it!
Synthy:...You should see that lazy bastard.
Juri: I'm thinking that if I do, I don't see him living another day. *she lets go and looks slightly embarrassed* In lighter news... Scurvy's gone.
Synthy: His face is so bruised he makes the Draugr look like healthy humans...Whoa...really? How come I didn't get to take care of him? I wanted to beat down that-*She gets cut off before anything inappropriate is said.*
Juri: He's missing... Last time he was seen, his face was like raw hamburger. *weak smile* Draugr huh? That must have been some beating.
Synthy: Good freakin' riddance. No more goofy pirates then, right? ....And yeah. Let's just say I did a fair beating on him...and I didn't even have to use a beer bottle. *She gestures to the scar on her lower lip*
Juri: You're hardcore, lady. Oh and goofy, no... But pirate, yes.
Synthy:....*Twitch*...Bloody pirates!.....And...dear lord...you have to wrestle in that kimono don't you? .....
Juri: Something about this new one... There's something creepy about him. I don't like what I feel when I see him. *she lifts the long shelves that instantly cover her arms* For now... Yes.
Synthy: That odd? I'll have to check him out then...Sounds intriguing. Wait.......oh......what the fahell......If you have to wrestle in...that.....I...have...to...wrestle in....... OH. Dear. God. Does that mean I have to wrestle…in…that…dress..?…..*Her face goes completely stony for a moment.* Why me?..That Cassinova Cretin is totally gonna get his ass beaten DOWN when I see him again. It was embarrassing enough the other day…and now I gotta wrestle in that ensemble?! Juri: Well...you wa-
Synthy: Another round of?
Juri: You know it.
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Ragnal
Game Genie
Yanno what they say: All toasters toast El Dandy
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Post by Ragnal on May 17, 2007 18:54:28 GMT -5
*Mike Ragnal is walking backstage, the EWT World title resting on his shoulder. As he turns the corner-*
JOE: *Leaping out and waving his arms around* BOOGA-BOOGAAAAAAAAA!
MIKE: *leaping back and grabbing his chest* GAAAAAH!
JOE: Heya, bro! Long time no see.
*Mike doesn't answer. Instead, he simply rests his one arm aganst the wall, his other still on his chest, taking deep breaths, while his World title lies on the floor thanks to the surprise.*
JOE: Bro?
MIKE: Joe. You KNOW I can't stand surprises like that!
JOE: Alright, alright, sorry. So what's up with you? No Squad on your side?
MIKE: I talked to Duke, he and Doe are talking over who their next opponents are going to be?
*Mike walks forward, and whistles, causing Joe to follow behind him.*
MIKE: And what about you, no protege?
JOE: Something about murdering someone's ass, that's all I remember.
MIKE: Cass?
JOE: No, she said ass. I distinctly remember-
MIKE: Alright, what do you really want, Joe?
JOE: I heard you and those planetary elements got into earlier. Figured you could use my help.
MIKE: No.
JOE: What?! of all people, you're saying-
*Mike stops and turns at his brother, who also stops.*
MIKE: Joe, if you forgot, I'm EWT World Champion. In my case, I need to overcome my odds, no matter how big they are.
*And with no reason at all, John Cena walks by.*
JOHN: Hey guys.
JOE: So, you're taking on these guys alone?
MIKE: Absolutely. But, yanno...
JOE: Wassa?
MIKE: You know I've got Corral vying for another title shot, right?
JOE: Right...
MIKE: And you're after Chad, correct?
JOE: Hell yeah! After the bastid took me out in my own baby girl! I tell ya Mike, he deser-
MIKE: Hold it, hold it..."baby girl"?
JOE: Yeah.
MIKE: Why in god's name would you call it your "baby girl"?
JOE: I think you know why.
MIKE: Nadda clue.
JOE: It's simple...cuz girls...*starts singing*They wanna have Fu-uuun! Oooh, girls just wanna have-
*And he breaks out a dance.*
JOE: THat's all they really waaaaaaaaaa-aant. Some fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-uuuuuuuun! Where in the-
MIKE: Alright, I GET IT.
JOE: *stops* Sorry. Got on a roll there.
MIKE: The point is, the both of us have to deal with Rated X. Not to mention, neither of us is in that TLC Rumble.
JOE: Yeah. I heard your reasons. Me, hey, I ain't gonna be around when the company goes down, nor am I gonna take the blame.
MIKE: Right. So what good is a PPV without it's World Champion?
JOE: Uh-huh...
MIKE: C'mon. We're going to Toomi's office to talk this out.
JOE: Yessah!
*And both brothers walk off as we fade to the next whatchamacallit.*
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Bedlam LadyD
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Post by Bedlam LadyD on May 18, 2007 21:00:49 GMT -5
The lovely, sensational Sherri Martel is already awaiting Synthy in the ring. She wears a a neon pink leotard, with black leggings, and she has the classic Scary Sherri make-up on. A few scattering chants for Sherri are their response to her big smile. “You’re still hot!’ *clap clap clap clap*
The curtains heading the stage rustle, and the audience looks toward it in anticipation. They see a smooth leg…but it quickly returns to whatever position it was formerly in. The audience goes quiet, and voices can be heard.
“But…I don’t-” An irritated, obviously Synthy speaks and is interrupted.
“You’re the one who did the open styp, Synth.” Joe Ragnal, speaks, and it sounds as if he’s holding back laughter.
“But….but look at me!”
“Kinda hard not to. That outfit’s rather…..whatever. Just have FUN out there!”
“In this?! What the fahell did I do to deserve this nonsense….”
“Let the stipulation option be open. Your fault. Now….go out there!”
Synthy seems to want say a little more, but Joe sort of gently shoves her out. She glares as the crowd hollers, catcalls, and wolf whistles. She’s in the Marilyn Monroe get up again, and does not look happy. Her arms are crossed over her chest, and the only thing keeping her from losing it is her fear of …’popping out’ from the low cut v-neck.
She steps into the ring and faces off one of the most historic women in wrestling’s yesteryear.
It starts off with a simple grapple, which eases into a headlock takeover executed by Sherri. Synthy’s face goes into neutral and she elbows Sherri in the midsection, getting the woman off. Synthy doesn’t look nearly as focused as normal, as she steps away and pulls the halter dress up to cover her…’assets’. It’s obvious the dress hinders her performance.
Sherri has experience, and knows this is a nice opportunity. Sherri bounces from the ropes and hits a cross body on her. Synthy lands surprisingly hard on her back. Sherri pins. 1 2 No.
Synthy rolls over and violently shoves Sherri away. She lunges toward her…but quite unlike her usual fluid self, trips over the damned high heels she was made to wear. Sherri retaliates by whipping Synthy into a corner and splashing her. Synthy falls, but rolls out of the ring and trips up the Sensational one. She flows through by grasping Sherri’s arms under the ropes and pulling her into a jarring crunch into the post. Synthy isn’t in a pleasant mood currently, and it shows when she slams the older woman’s arm against the post numerous times in an unorthodox harshness. She climbs up the ropes as Sherri cringes on the ring floor. Synthy sits there, watching the older woman getting up, and has an uncharacteristic glare in her eye, but shaking it off, she realizes she’s on the top rope….in a dress where a good portion of the audience can see- Synthy quickly scrambles down and ducks under Sherri’s outstretched clothesline. She swings the other woman’s arm back and pulls her into a hammerlock. She pushes Sherri slightly away, and glares for a moment.
Quite uncharacteristically, Synthy swiftly sets into her Synful Intentions. 1 2 3. No doubt about it. Synthy stretches, seemingly a little pissed. And pulls the other woman up before stomping away, dress flaring up with every other foot fall. Synthy looks ready to tear something up.
*The camera fades away from Joe Ragnal looking bewilderedly after his fuming protégé.*
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Post by radicalbuttercup on May 19, 2007 18:59:18 GMT -5
Camera turns to a modern gothic-looking living room. The walls are painted a pretty shade of deep red, and the the chairs are all overstuffed black leather. Oddly enough, the camera turns and faces none other then Synthy Eris. She's sitting in a position reversd from normal, and staring at someone, or something on the floor.*
Synthy:....So what exactly are you thinking today, girly?
*The camera would then pan over to a figure sitting indian style. Her most notable features being her wild, rainbow colored hair and an equally wild grin. She begins to speak with a burst of enthusiasm*
Madison: I'm ready! I'm ready to show 'em off and get my reveeeeeenge! He's a shiny golden god! All will tremble! *Raising a fist to shake it skywards*
*Synthy sighs and shakes her head, fuchsia hair not as spiked as usual, but clashing rather nicely with Madison's anyway.* Synthy: Talking about your mystery man again?
*The Clown Girl would suddenly spring to her feet, casting a finger forward, an oddly focused expression upon her painted face*
Madison: He's no mystery! In fact, he's here riiight NOW!
*Synthy flips backward from her unorthodox position* Excusi? Where? Bub's in his room pouting and sis is ...partying somewhere.
*The less than sane circus reject would slide her arms behind her back swaying slightly as she began to speak in a sweet tone* Madison: Mr. Bunny! I want Synthy to see 'em! Get 'em for me! Pleeeeeeease..
Synthy:...That frickin' bunny man. I'd ask why you keep him around, but I just know you'd say something unexplainable evn if I were one of those Raftshack guys. Do, please, explain to me whom this mystery man of the millenia is.
*The towering man, covered from head to toe in a pink bunny outfit, would lumber into the living room. Clutching a jam box in his arms, he would press the play button upon it. The sounds of Micheal Jackson's "Black Or White" would soon fill the air..* Madison: WRONG SONG!
*Synthy palm slaps her forehead.* That is so wrong on so many levels, it just may be right. *She says this quite dryly.* Not really.
*Mr.Bunny pops open the radio and tossed out the CD. Replacing it with another as he tried once more. This time the correct song, Nine Inch Nails' "Perfect Drug" would begin to play*
Madison: Are ya ready for it? Are ya? Are ya?
*Synthy's face brightens* I like this song, and with you chattering so constantly these last few months, it'd be hard for me to not be excited. I'd like to see who the man of the hour...or to you specifically anyway.
*Madison would hop over to the door as she pulled it open. Arms spread as she displayed the wrecking machine that would soon turn the EWT into his own personal playground. A giant of a man. Golden locks. Not an inch of fat upon him. At least 7 foot tall. A glare that would melt a puppy's heart. ..And for some reason wearing a top hat and monocle. ..Except..there was actually no one there at all. Not a soul.* Madison: Ta-daaaaaaa! Pick yer jaw up off the floor! I know he's AMAZIN' isn't he?! *she gushed*
*Synthy's head slowly sank into the depths of the back of her couch. The amazement can be felt by everyone in the EWT audience. Oddly enough, the people who are watching from those damn padded cells see what she does. Synthy, however, just shakes her head.* Synthy: Girlchick, dd you forget to take those meds I found for you again?
Madison: ...Muh? ..What'dya mean? ..Ya don't like the top hat? ..Or the monocle? ..I think it makes 'em look classy! *The insane female's wide eyes would simply blink in confusion at her dark attired pal*
Synthy:...Yuhuh......- *There's a crash from her brother's room.* Madi? You didn't leave your bag in there again, did you? You know he can't see that damn clown bag...he walks around in the dark..Just...please tell me your plasticated weapons of mass destruction aren't in there. I almost broke myself slipping on your skateboard...
Madison: ...Ehehehehh...I didn't leave it in there! HE DID! *Pointing to her massive slab of beef, revenge machine. It would be then that the mystery man would slowly fade into nothingness. ..Madison's eyes would give a noticable twitch..soon realizing her machine was just another imaginary friend*
*Synthy shakes her head, maybe in slight sympathy for her psychotic roommate. She bites her lower lip, cringing slightly at the sting that it brings to her newly acquired scars.* Synthy: Eh, you know you shouldn't leave stuff in there. Bub lives in the dark, and he can't see where he's going. The only way he doesn't get injured is because he's so freakin' massive. Anyway...did sis give you one of those candy canes she brought back yet? She said she got them from some dude at that rave she was at...so I dunno if I should give you one or not... You'd probably glow in the dark.
Madison: ...........<BLEEP!>
*After screaming out an expletive Madison would plop down to a sitting position, resting a palm on one of her cheeks as her as furrowed into an annoyed glare. Mr. Bunny would attempt to console her by giving her a few pats upon the head but it was of no use*
Madison: ....Geeeeeeez....this is the third time this year. .....Yes she gave me a candy cane......
*Madison pulled out from behind her back and waved it about*
Madison: ....And a pacifier with flashy lights on it.
*Pulling that out from behind her back as well, she stuffed it into her mouth, more than likely to prevent herself from screaming out another curse word. Her arms now folded tightly around her body as she grumbled from the side of her mouth. The joyous flashing lights from the pacifier offsetting her current aggravated disposition.*
*Synthy tries not to laugh, oddly enough. Then she looks back at Madison.* ....Have you ever wondered why, exactly, you see random people? I mean, the ones no one else does? Have you always seen spontaneous people?....And why the FRICK is BunnyFreak staring at me like that?! Shouldn't he be out maiming a carrot stick or something?
Madison: I see random imaginary people because the little goblin in my head is a master illusionist. I tried to burn 'em out but it just gave me a really bad head ache. The doctor said I was crazy....PPFFFFT!
*Now spitting the pacifier out as she blew a raspberry, cheeks puffing up*
Madison: ..Crazy?! That's no way to talk to a lady! ....And Mr. Bunny says you smell pretty....
*The possible escaped convict takes a few steps forward making a sort of grunting noise. Leaving a trail of red foot prints on the carpet*
Synthy: Ya wel....Mr. Bunny should know I don't date outside of my sanity levels. He, I'm damned sure, outmatches any sadistic tendencies even I have. And I'm a masochist. Plus, he smells like copper and rust. *At this, she places a foot on his massive chest to keep him from coming any closer.* ....So when do you plan on (re)debuting in EWT?
Madison: Mr. Bunny. Sit.
*The floppy eared giant promptly plops down on the couch, watching an episode of Power Rangers*
Madison: ..I'm all ready! We're gonna be a tag team right?! ..We're gonna win all the belts! We're gonna call ourselves "El Pollo Loco's", right?!
*Suddenly springing to her feet, Madison took a hold of Synthy's hands and shook them up and down enthusiastically*
*Synthy looks dumbfounded, and pulls her hands away, nonchalantly throwing a candy bar to Madi.* Whatever chikadee, but just so ya know, I am not, nor have ever been a chicken. Dunno about you personally, but I don't care to be one either. .... Stop sniffing me you freaky rabbit! *She glares at the man sitting across from her on the couch.* Send that mess of humanity away if you please. I'm gonna rip his nose off if he sniffs me one more frickin' time.
Madison: It'll grow on ya! Trust me!
*Turning her head towards Mr. Bunny as she released a sigh, pointing to a corner*
Madison: Mr. Bunny. Time out. Synthy does not want to bear your eleventy billion children. ..Try candy and flowers next time!
*Dejected, Mr. Bunny stalks off to a corner, resting his head against it. ..Well..he might be dejected..it's kinda hard to tell. Anyhow, Madison would leap onto the couch, patting the space beside her*
Madison: Synthy! Come watch TV with me! The Power Rangers need your support! ....BOOOO! You suck, Zordon! Stooopid floaty bald head!
*She chucks the candy bar at the Ranger's disembodied sage of wisdom as he appears on the screen*
Synthy:...Good riddance. I seem to have enough suitors and made-up romances in the EWT lockeroom to last me a lifetime, withOUT getting involved with a two-won bunny madman. I'm not sure which would be worse....him...or Crauswell.... *She turns toward the set and cringes a little as Lord Zed is shown.* That dude used to give me nightmares.
Madison: The DIFFERENCE between Mr. Bunny and Crauswell being that Crauswell is just some guy in a suit and Mr. Bunny is a REAL bunny. ..Lord Zed is kinda hot..there's somethin' about exposed brains..
*Stating very matter of factly as she held up a single finger. Now staring at the television in a completely zombiefied state, mouth hanging open slightly*
Synthy:....Whatever works for you. Personally, I always found that Tommy dude kind of attractive myself. Reminds me of Frankie Kazarian really...-Um. ......Never mind that I said that. *Her eyes flicker back to the screen, and a possible slight pink color.*
*The camera fades out, with RECORDED AT AN EARLIER TIME scrolled across the end*
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Post by Karvanda on May 19, 2007 20:37:13 GMT -5
*Backstage, we find Voltigeur holding the Toolshed Title in his big hands, his eyes scanning over it; as if analyzing it for any imperfections.*
Volt: Hrrrrrmmm....it looks good to me here...there...I sense nothing wrong. It is indeed a trophy worthy of the—
*Suddenly, approaching from behind, a familiar gryphon costumed young man walks up, walking up behind and looking over the Toolshed title rather closely himself, though trying to conceal his presence for right now it seems.*
Volt: I...I...sense something. Something...but...what...?
*The furry simply continues looking over, not really making any motions, as he keeps looking over the belt, arms folded. It's not clear exactly why he's looking at it so closely. But Voltigeur, becoming uneasy, slowly turns around. After his head and body slowly pivot, he sees none other than the costumed Crauswell.*
Volt: E-GAD! By what alliance and blood are YOU, beast?
*Crauswell looks up, not really startled, as he gazes over the man known as Voltigeur.*
Crauswell: So you're the new Toolshed Champion... a title once held by the likes of that punk, Christopher Indigo, who assaulted me quite viciously, ruining my chances at winning the EWT RPITAR, then having the nerve to hide from me, refusing to ever come face to face with me once again. He's also the same man you liberated that belt from... congratulations, it's a fine title. I'm sure someone of your stature will be able to uphold its legacy quite honorably and do the belt the justice it deserves.
*Voltigeur flashes a grimace of shock, in spite of himself at the reaction of Crauswell.*
Voltigeur: So you are, in fact, a sentient?
*Crauswell hmmms, looking back, a bit confused with this last statement.*
Crauswell: Well yes... I do feel things. Exactly why do you ask?
Volt: Because most beasts, as one of them yourself...are quite savage and unknowing. There are some that are respectable, such as yourself, but aurochs, dragons and leviathans...are among but a few of the vicious things a man like myself must pay heed to avoiding.
*The furry looks back, examining the man again, as he looks over him slowly.*
Crauswell: Wait... what exactly are you saying?
Volt: Well my good…gryphon…is it not obvious that I am merely noting an observation as to the intellectual capacity of such creatures? They lay waste to innocent lands. The aurochs would graze fields into oblivion…the dragons, feeding off of many…the leviathans, taking ships and small vessels. They feel no remorse for it, they cannot fathom such consequences. They feel pain, but cannot understand it like us. They find it as only as a means to fight.
*Crauswell seems a bit surprised, as someone realizes exactly what kind of costume he's wearing as he simply nods... looking back.*
Crauswell: Ah, well yes... I suppose that they probably would. I mean, dragons and such are meant to be quite... destructive creatures and they probably would be... if they actually existed of course.
Volt: Not one has conclusively proven that they do not exist. The parallels between cultures point to a significant likelihood of something of their nature. Just like those hairy, man-beasts that reside throughout the Himalayas and this nation, the United States.
Crauswell: Well... I suppose if you count the Komodo dragon as a non fire breathing version, then yes... I suppose that they would exist. As for the Aurochs, Leviathans, and such...well, I don't believe they have any true succeeding ancestors...
Volt: Aurochs are indeed deceased entities. Leviathans, however...I have the disgusted, lingering thought they still exist. Many a vessel were ravaged by...something. Too large to be a shark, a squid, an octopus...and whales are not aggressive enough, despite their colossal structures.
*Crauswell continues looking on, a bit... confused by this man*
Crauswell: Well, I guess I can see your logic with that. I mean really... who knows what still exists and what does not?
*Voltigeur happily slaps his shoulder and breaks into a chuckle.*
Volt: Haha, I suppose that you could indeed be correct. Now, I notice you have taken a fancy to this object that is in my possession. I ask though…some time ago, you paraded about with a group of crude looking monstrosities…wha—why?
Crauswell: ... MONSTROSITIES?! I didn't anything to do with that...Overlord or Skullblood or any of those fools. That was back way before my time here.
*Voltigeur cocks his head in bewilderment, and opens his mouth for a second, sighing, before looking back at Crauswell.*
Volt: No I mean, up until now, after you had lost that Ox-Division title that you hold so dearly, to which I can sympathize. You were with these crude…”furries.” Why? Why should such a majestic creature as yourself have been hampered in nobility by them?
Crauswell: Oh... so you're saying that my people are crude? That my... family isn't noble at all? Not only that... but you think of myself as some kind of royal creature? I'm a bit conflicted
Volt: They are not like you. You are gifted with raw grace and power, yet they are no more than lowly woodland creatures.
Crauswell: You say just because someone chooses to be something... common, like a fox or a bunny, that they are much lesser... and pathetic? That they don't deserve the same right as those who choose to be more rare form?! Hmmmph, perhaps if I were a golden feathered beast or something like that, you'd worship me like a god.
Volt: No, but I would study you to the deepest if that were the case. You are gifted with something few animals are. I recommend to you, that you wield such might to your advantage, ...what was your name? Roswell, was it?
Crauswell: Crauswell... that is my name, the one that I chose.
Voltigeur: ...and my name is Klaar van Coheein. But I am to be referred to as Voltigeur, as the Order asserted to me post-purification. How--how did you choose your name? Were you not born to others?
Crauswell: Well... really, my previous name was one that I hated and loathed... it made me feel miserable because it reminded me of my ignorant parents, who thought that I was twisted, messed up in the head, trying to make me think what they thought... not to mention trying to get me to conform and become just like everyone else...
Volt: One cannot conform. Others look down upon non-conformists, but we are the only ones not goaded into being nothing more than sheep!
Crauswell: Mmm...though I suppose to become a wonderfully wooly sheep wouldn't be the worst fate in the world.
Volt: They follow too easy. But, they can be shepherded towards good, of course. Sheep are good for shearing. Much of the very coat I own was constructed from sheep's wool...that I hand sheared and wove myself.
Crauswell: True... but I suppose that they only do that... because they fear being excluded. Perhaps they fear that if they are different, they would be outcast and tossed aside. It's pathetic... but kind of sad.
Volt: Do...do not get me started on how "others" such as us are shunned for our being. You are CLEARLY a gryphon! How can any man of greater wisdom think otherwise?!
Crauswell: Well... yes, though I am not the purest of gryphon, as I stand on only two legs... I still consider myself apart of the creature's glorious family.
Volt: Which is indeed true! How can people hold us in the regard that they do?
Crauswell: I'd say its contempt... or simple misunderstanding; they do not understand us...so instead, they treat us like filth. We are considered outcasts... failures of the human race...though we deserve as much respect as those that oppress with their delusional logic!
Volt: Truer words, not even by ancient oracles themselves, could be spoken! I say...that we need to prove our worth.
*Crauswell looks over, seeming to be interested*
Crauswell: And exactly how do you propose that?
Volt: I propose...that we form ourselves a bit of an alliance here. We are not quite fit as partners in a true teaming just yet. However, I believe that by combining our abilties and watching our backs respectively, we can conclusively prove that our own paths are the true veins of success.
*Crauswell looks over Volt, arms folded once again, as he seems to be thinking about this.*
Crauswell: Hmmm...an interesting offer. It is definitely a nice change of pace to talk with someone not disturbed by my very appearance...and most likely prone to poke fun. I guess I can consider your offer.
Volt: How we are to operate, I am not fully certain. But I can assure you, mighty—er, Crauswell...that I am there as an ally against whomever you face. Now, as I said, how we shall go about it remains a mystery to me.
Crauswell: Hmmmm, yes, it also seems quite... difficult to accomplish to myself as well. Maybe though....maybe we can figure something out.
Volt: In which case, perhaps, we should demonstrate our devotion to this alliance in the future.
*Crauswell slowly nods his head, thinking about what he just said.*
Crauswell: I see... how exactly do you say we do that?
Volt: That we prove it next time when one of us are in distress.
*Crauswell looks over Voltigeur... nodding slowly.*
Crauswell: For someone as respecting as you... most certainly. I will try and prove my allegiance.
Voltigeur: Likewise. Godspeed to you, Crauswell. May something good develop from this…?
*Voltigeur slings his title over his left shoulder, dusting it off for a moment, and walks off. Crauswell looks back, returning this with a departing wave, as he too turns around, walking off himself, talking to himself.*
Crauswell: Hmmm...well, he's definitely an odd fellow, but definitely one I think that I could grow to like. Maybe being calmer with people is a good thing?
*As he walks away, the camera fades to our next segment.*
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Boku AKA Da Green Guy
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Post by Boku AKA Da Green Guy on May 20, 2007 2:41:26 GMT -5
Finkel: Ladies and Gentlemen the following match is one fall and is it the MAIN EVENT... Introducing first ... * “Young, Dumb, & Ugly” by Weird Al begins to play over the speakers. * *Jobby erupts from of the curtains, repeatedly points at different crowd members as he runs from the right to the left side of the stage. At the 0:27, he runs back in the middle of the ramp and at the 0:38 Axel comes out from the EWT curtain. He looks eager to face off against the two of the biggest players in EWT. Jobby holds his hand out, while Axel face remains stern.* Finkel: From Jobstown, NJ & Modesto, CA respectively... Weighting in at 498... "The Wrestle Posse"! Tenacious J! *Axel leans in like Jobby, grabs his hand, and points at Jobby.* Finkel: And A! *Jobby give a huge smile before giving a pair of thumbs up. Jobby begins to walk down the ramp, while Axel is halted at the top of the ramp. Jobby runs around the center of the ramp in a circle. As he runs from side to side to high five fans, Axel walks fast to catch up. Axel gives a slow spin as he catches up with Jobby before climbing the steps. He walks through the ropes and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, giving little cheers as the crowd loves Jobby's hyper version of the Hammer Dance. Axel waves off the crowd, getting a decent amount of crowd members doing it back to him. He steps down just as Jobby rolls into the ring then proceeds to disrobe from his jacket. Jobby energetically points at Axel with both hands as Axel slowly reaches up for his shades. Axel pulls them off to a bit of fanfare then hands them off. Axel stares towards the entrance ramp, licking his lips in excitement. The music ends.* *From the speakers 'To Be Loved' by Papa Roach hits. The crowd is on it's feet.* Finkel: He hails from San Diego, CA and weighs in at 229lbs. He is The 'Angel of Death' Mike Corral! *The crowd cheers wildly as Mike Corral walks out from the back, he gives a shout to the fans and then heads to the ring. He hops through the ropes and eyes his opponents as he awaits his partner.* *High Voltage WTC Remix plays as Mike Ragnal walks to the ring, wearing the EWT World title around his waist.* Finkel: And his tag team partner... Hailing in from Scranton, PA…he is the current EWT World Heavyweight Champion…”Elementalcidal”…MIKE RAGNAAAAL! *He glares at Corral, and then rolls into the ring, taking the title off his waist, and showing it to the crowd, who boo him with no remorse.* *Axel attempts to enter to face the EWT champion but is beat to the punch by his partner. The 80s obsessed Jobby enters to face off with Ragnal. Ragnal just looks around the arena, and points at Jobby with a smirk on his face. Ragnal then grabs his stomach, and falls to the floor, laughing. Jobby looks over at Axel, giving him a thumbs up. Perhaps thinking that Ragnal is afraid of him. Axel rolls his eyes and buries his head in his arms. Ragnal grabs the ropes, pulling himself up as he attempts to stop laughing. He then runs at Jobby with a clothesline only for Jobby to catch him off guard with a Belly to Belly Suplex. Ragnal looks at Jobby in shock, and shakes his head, believing what happened didn't just happen. Ragnal gets back to his feet and runs with a dropkick but Jobby moves out of the way to talk to Axel about his awesome move.* Jobby: Did you see that?! Axel: ....Why me....? *Ragnal lands on his back, and then turns to J&A as he gets on his feet.* Ragnal: What the HELL, man?! *With Jobby distracted, Mike goes for another dropkick to the back and before Axel can warn Jobby, he gets struck down. Mike taunts Axel, and then picks Jobby up by the head, kneeing him in the forehead, and then whipping him into the ropes. Mike bends over to attempt a back body drop... Jobby stops in time to go for a DDT! He looks over at Axel and gives a thumbs up. And he lands it... But without Ragnal. Ragnal just stands there, looking at Jobby with the People's Eyebrow on his face. Mike simply shakes his head and hits an enziguri to Jobby, then goes for a pin.* 1! 2! KICKOUT! *Ragnal picks Jobby up and whips him into the ropes, this time running at him and leaping onto his shoulders for a hurracanrana. The weight, coupled with Jobby's running forward, causes Jobby to lose his balance and fall backwards. And, perhaps unintentionally, he drives Ragnal face first into a Reverse Powerbomb. Ragnal flops around the ring, grabbing his nose. He gets to his feet, throws his arms in the air, and says...* Ragnal: Screw it! *He tags in Corral. At the same time, Jobby looks rather confused at the situation. Axel calls him over and, once in range, he slaps his chest... Thus tagging himself in to meet Corral. Corral runs at Axel with a flying shouldertackle that connects, stopping the momentum picked up on the apron. Corral hammers into Axel's face, and then picks him up for a vertical suplex. Axel rolls with it to land on his feet. He uses the surprise to his advantage by dropping Corral into a Neckbreaker. Corral gets back up on his feet and tags Ragnal in. Ragnal just shakes his head and climbs back into the ring. Axel approaches Ragnal, eager to make a big impression by facing the current champion. He gets right in the face of Ragnal.* Axel: I'm "The Icon" Axel Halaway... I'll be holding that title soon. Ragnal: Right... *Says Ragnal, as he kicks Axel in the gut and gutwrench DDTs him to the ground.* Ragnal: Now your name's mud. *Axel groans as he lays on the mat, fully knowing that he took the champion too lightly. Ragnal takes advantage by kicking Axel in the midsection, and then runs to the ropes for a legdrop. Axel rolls out of the way just as Ragnal lands on the mat. He tries to use this advantage for him to recover and make it to his feet. Ragnal feels his leg, but walks it off, picking Axel up for a gutwrench suplex. Only for Axel to struggle his way out of it to counter into a Snap Suplex. Ragnal grabs his back in pain, and then slams his fist into the mat, annoyed with how much these up and comers are beating him. Axel, lost in adrenaline, quickly runs to the ropes and goes for a Jumping Knee Drop aimed at Ragnal's head. Ragnal rolls out of the way, allowing Axel's knee to hit the mat. Ragnal just points and yells...* Ragnal: Gotcha! *Despite himself, Axel makes a witty comment.* Axel: Like that... *point at the waving Jobby* Got you. *Ragnal just shakes his head, and then flips both guys off.* Ragnal: You got THIS, punks?! *Axel rises to his feet with a snide smirk as he prepares to take on Ragnal again. Ragnal tries to bring his foot up to Axel, but Axel slaps it away. Mike tries with the other foot, but fails. Ragnal tries again, but before Axel can counter, Ragnal lunges forward with a clothesline. The youngest Halaway falls back hard to the mat as he grabs his head in pain. Ragnal smiles and shakes his head, and then tags Corral back in. Corral runs to the fallen Axel and tries for a Dragon's Fury. As Corral is on his second Corkscrew, Axel rolls out of the way and walks on his knees to his partner. Who he prompt tags in. Corral gets back on his feet and runs at Jobby, possibly in hopes of attaching the Chicago Drive-By. Yet is stopped by getting a Banana in his Tailpipe from Jobby. Both men are down with Corral holding his stomach and Jobby, his head. Corral shakes his head to shake out the cobwebs, then decides to go to the top rope. Jobby gets to his feet, and Corral leaps off for the V.2. He connects and completely blindsides Jobby for a vicious blow. Corral covers for the pin.* 1! 2! KICK OUT as Axel breaks the count then is promptly escorted out of the ring. *Corral shouts at Axel, but turns his attention back to Jobby, whipping him into his corner. Corral and Ragnal tag, with Corral picking Jobby up for a suplex. Ragnal climbs the turnbuckle and leaps off with a dropkick. Jobby grabs his own tights to adjust them which causes Corral to move slightly left and into the path of Ragnal's Dropkick. Corral falls to the floor and rolls onto the apron, with Ragnal getting pissed to the point he shakes the ring ropes, and then stomps on the mat. Jobby takes this time to crawl over to tag in Axel, who rushes in and runs at Ragnal at full speed. With perhaps his Running Superkick in mind. Ragnal snaps out of his poutiness, but not before taking the Superkick to the face. Ragnal stumbles around the ring for a few seconds...until finally collapsing face first. Seeing a chance to relieve some anger, Axel loses his composure all over Ragnal's upper body with hard stomps. Ragnal unsuccessfully attempts to roll out of the way, but instead grabs Axel's leg, and twists it until Axel falls on the floor, then gets to his feet for an ankle lock.* *Axel claws at away at the mat as he quickly tries to free himself. Seeing that he's in the middle of the ring facing his partner obviously the best course of action is a straight line. Unfortunately, Ragnal sees what he's doing, and wraps himself around Axel's leg for a grapevine. The Icon openly curses as what he feared as happened. He struggles to make it to ropes... To Jobby... To anything... But to no avail. Just as he's near his end, Jobby surprisingly makes the save by trying to enter the ring only to trip onto the referee as Axel looks to tap. Thus saving the WP from a loss. Ragnal lets go of the hold, and gets to his feet to see what happens. Then, Ragnal yells out something that cancels out all other noises, if only for a few seconds, and the entire world can hear it...* Ragnal: Oh, COME THE F*** OOOOON! *Jobby, seeing his huge blunder, tries to help the referee up. While Axel rolls on the ground holding his ankle. Corral suddenly runs back into the ring and hits Jobby with a Shining Enziguri, then leaps onto the turnbuckles for the Code Blue. But he strikes canvas as Jobby rolls in pain just out of the way. Ragnal then looks at Corral, and shakes his head.* Ragnal: Well, at least it wasn't me. *He then picks Jobby up and tosses him into the corner, and follows with a running dropkick. Jobby crumbles to the mat as the kick finds it's mark. Ragnal looks at fallen Jobby with a sense of accomplishment. He turns to finish off the job on Axel only to be met with an Axe Handle out of nowhere! And Ragnal collapses to the mat. Axel goes for the cover!* 1! 2! Ragnal gets the shoulder up! *The tired Axel looks down at the EWT champion, a glint of realization reflects on his eyes. A realization that perhaps he just maybe out of his opponent's league. Nevertheless, he remains on the act with a Front Facelock. Corral, unfortunately, pulls Axel off of Ragnal, and picks Axel up for a Whirlwind. But is accidentally tripped by the rising Jobby. Corral falls to the floor again, and Ragnal rises to his feet behind Jobby, and just sighs. He then hoists him onto his shoulders, spinning him over for the Ragnalrok. Jobby lands with a sickening thud on his back. Axel quickly tries to prevent a cover. Corral runs at Axel and locks in the Chicago Drive-By, keeping Axel from interfering in the count. Halaway fails to break the hold as Ragnal covers his partner. He struggles in vain as he personally watches the chances at a victory disappear without an ability to save the match. The ref, meanwhile, makes the count.* 1! 2! 3! *After the match, Corral takes himself off Axel, allowing him to crumple to the canvas. Ragnal then gets off Jobby, and glares at Corral. he spins him around and beats him senseless, until Chad Michaels runs down to the ring. He looks to his the Collision Course...only to have Joe Ragnal come out of nowhere and springboard dropkick Chad after Mike ducks the Course. Joe then grabs Mike out of the ring, as the two brothers taunt Rated X, walking up the ramp.*
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The Line
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Post by The Line on May 20, 2007 14:43:07 GMT -5
The Cidal Squad vs. The Dream Team (Valentine and Beefcake)
Finkel: Our next match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the EWT World Tag Team Championships. Introducing first, the champions…
JBL: What’s this? The Champs coming out first?
Finkel: At a combined weight of 460 lbs, they are your EWT World Tag Team Champions, “Sinnercidal” Jonathan Doe and “Insecticidal” Andy Duke, The CIDAL SQUAD!
The Cidal Squad rise up from the floor, still bandaged up from the Tag Title TLC Gauntlet two weeks ago.
Cole: I don’t know what they are doing out here first. Maybe just trying to play some mind games with the Dream Team.
JBL: That’s all I can think of, Cole.
Finkel: And the challengers, at a combined weight of 514 lbs, Greg “The Hammer” Valentine, and Brutus “The Barber” Beefcake, THE DREAM TEAM!
The Dream Team comes out, but their music is not playing, they look puzzled, as Duke and Doe stand in the ring smiling.
Cole: This has all got to be planned by The Cidal Squad to get into the heads of The Dream Team.
JBL: Of Course it is. 90% of wrestling is mental. If you’re not mentally prepared, there is no way you can be physically prepared. The Cidal Squad have completely turned this seemingly routine title defense right on its ear! First, just to mess with The Dream Team, they come out first! The champs NEVER do that. Then, they take away The Dream Team’s music. We all know for a fact that The Dream Team were the fan favorites coming into this one. Just about anyone is going against these guys. But listen to the crowd. They are silent! Now they have to work that much harder to get the crowd behind them. The Cidal Squad has done an amazing job mentally, and the match hasn’t even started yet!
The Dream Team gets into the ring, and the ref takes the titles from Duke and Doe, shows them to The Dream Team, and holds them up in the air. Duke and Doe turn their backs on Valentine and Beefcake when asked for a handshake. Beefcake won’t stand for it, and he puts his hand on Doe’s shoulder, and turns him around. He is met with a HUGE lariat! The ref signals for the bell, and we are underway!
Doe picks up the already knocked-out Beefcake, and gets him in a Crucifix Powerbomb position. Valentine tries to intervene, but Duke cuts him off, throws him out of the ring, and follows him out. Doe, with Beefcake still in the Crucifix bomb position, walks over to the ropes. No! He can’t be thinking….I think he is! Crucifix Bomb over the rope onto the floor! Beefcake may have had his back-broken!
JBL: Well, its safe to say that Beefcake is no longer in the equation.
Cole: You can say that again!
Duke rolls Valentine back into the ring after doing a number on him outside. Both men put the boots to him. The referee is doing a count, telling the Cidal Squad to get one in, one out. Duke goes out onto the apron, and is promptly tagged in. Duke goes to work on Valentine right where he left off.
Duke gets Valentine in an armbar, right in the center of the ring. Valentine might have no choice but to tap. But he is not giving up! He inches his way to the ropes. 3 feet away! Two feet away! 1 foot! Now just a few inches! He gets the ropes! He gets the ropes! The ref starts his count.
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Andy Duke, in his best Bryan Danielson impression, tells the ref that he indeed “Has until 5”. Although Valentine was able to stay in this match, the damage may have been done. Standing moonsault by Duke. He hooks the leg.
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JBL: This is the best I have ever seen the Cidal Squad perform, maybe with the exception of their performance at Crap-a-Mania!
Duke slowly gets back to the apron, and Doe picks up Valentine, who has been beaten like a proverbial government mule here. Doe irish whips Valentine into the ropes. Mafia Kick! That may have knocked him out! But Doe isn’t done yet! He looks like he is signaling for that vicious curb stomp, which we now know he calls Devine Intervention! And he hits it! Devine Intervention! This should be it, and Beefcake is still out on the floor. But Duke yells something at Doe. Doe tags in Duke, and lifts Valentine up into a powerbomb position. Duke, still on the apron, jumps onto the top rope! Springboard Lariat! And he Doe finishes it off with a vicious powerbomb! Duke hooks the leg as Doe goes out to make sure Beefcake doesn’t get in the ring.
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Finkel: Here are your winners, and still EWT World Tag Team Champions, THE CIDAL SQUAD!
Cole: Well, that was just a beating, plain and simple. I don’t even think The Dream Team got an offensive move in that match!
JBL: You might be right. And I’ve got to chalk that up to the mental preperation. The Cidal Squad knew what they were going to do, and how they were going to do it. And their plan was to ruin The Dream Team’s plan. And as shown by the out come of this match, it seems to have worked very well.
Cole: Well, naturally I’d have to agree.
Duke and Doe exit the ring after getting their titles back. Duke looks into the camera and says
Duke: That’s just one down, baby, and many more to come! Anymore teams back their who think they’ve got what it takes, look no further!
Duke moves the camera to show Valentine, still knocked out. You can see medical personel treat Beefcake in the backround.
Fade to commercial.
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