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Post by The Line on Feb 23, 2007 20:21:30 GMT -5
Chimel: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and will be fought under TOOLSHED rules.
"If you smellllllll, what the Rock, is cookin'" plays over the PA system.
Chimel: Making his way down to the ring, weighing in at 275 pounds, from Miami, Florida, THE ROCK! And his tag team partner....
And his tag team partner....
The Camera cuts to the Toomitron, showing the Cidal Squad, Jonathan Doe and Andy Duke.
Duke: Hey Rocky! Looking for someone? Maybe him?
Doe moves to revel a bloodied Mic Foley slumped down against a wall.
Doe: While you were too busy signing autographs and figuring out your plans for after the show, you left your partner to try and overcome too big of odds. It was greed...YOUR greed that caused this to happen.
Duke goes over to Foley and starts stomping at his lifeless body
Doe: I don't want to do this, I HAVE to!
Doe grabs Foley and lifts up his head and trashtalks him. He lays Foley's head against the concrete floor. He positions himself behind Foley, and hits him with his CURB STOMP. Foley is OUT!
Duke: Jonathan, I think I hear our music. Lets go.
The camera cuts to an irate Rock in the ring, as "No Quarter" by Led Zepplin plays over the loudspeaker. Duke and Doe come out to the ring, sligtly red with Foley's blood.
Chimel: And his opponent, at a combined weight of 460 lbs, "Sinnercidal" Jonathan Doe and "Insecticidal" Andy Duke, THE CIDAL SQUAD.
Duke and Doe stop before entering the ring, and go under to get some weapons, as this is a Toolshed Rules match. They now enter the ring, now filled with light plunder. The bell rings, and here we go
Cole: I still can't get over that heinous attack on Mick Foley. JBL:Did you listen to anything Jonathan Doe said? If the Rock had been a good tag team partner, that never would have happened. Cole:If you say...well, we have a match, if you can call it that. JBL: In the words of the late Gorrilla Moonsoon, this will be a pier six brawl!
Duke and Doe both start things out against the Rock, just hitting him with closed fist after closed fist flurry. Duke sends Doe outside the ring to get a table.
Cole: I just hope for the Rock's sake, that this "match" is over soon.
While Doe is outside the ring, The Rock is able to get some offense, and hits him with slaps after slaps. DDT! Duke getting up...ROCK BOTTOM! The Rock is wanting to end this one early. He' signals for the people's elbow! Into the ropes, and Doe trips him up. Duke is able to roll out of the ring. Doe slids a table into the ring.
The Rock gets up, and ducks a LARIAT attempt by Doe. And hits him with some slaps, knocking Doe down. Duke slids a ladder into the ring. Duke enters the ring with a can. The Rock turns around and....BUG SPRAY right into the Rock's eyes! Now Doe is getting up, as Duke sets up the table.
Duke gets to the top rope, and Doe picks up the Rock and hands him to Duke. OH NO! NOT THIS! CIDAL BOMB THROUGH THE TABLE! The Rock is out! But they aren't going for the Pin! Doe stands over the Rock as Duke sets up the ladder, and starts to climb.
CURB STOMP by Doe! He turns the Rock over, and Duke jumps off the top of the ladder! Not a 450, but a 630! He goes for the pin as Doe leaves the ring!
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Chimel: Here are your winners, THE CIDAL SQUAD!
Doe re-enters the ring with a can. It appears to be spraypaint, as Duke already brought in the Bugspray. He shakes it, and begins to write on the canvas just above the Rock's broken body.
GREED
Cole: My god! The Cidal Squad just decimated The Rock! And just think, BOTH of these guys are in the OX Gauntlet on March 4th. JBL: If they do on the 4th what they did here tonight, there is no way Crauswell walks out as champ!
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Boku AKA Da Green Guy
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Post by Boku AKA Da Green Guy on Feb 24, 2007 4:30:55 GMT -5
*The camera fades back from commercial.* * LAX's music begins to play. * *Out of the crowd walks “The Notorious 187” Homicide and Hernandez, with Konan at their side.* Finkel: Making their way to the ring, being accompanied by K-dog... Weighting in at a combined weight of 515... L-A-X! *They hop over the barricade, flash some suggestible signs, and then enter the ring. Homicide throws off his bandanna face mask and motions that he wants the match to begin now. The music ends.* * “The Wrestle Posse” Tenacious J & A's theme comes on over the speakers.” Finkel: And making their way to the ring... *The crowd is unsure about how to react to the Wrestle Posse. After 30 seconds of dead air, the music turns off, and the crowd begins to become unsettled with the no showing of the Wrestle Posse. Finkel looks around, wondering what to do.* * “The Wrestle Posse” Tenacious J & A's theme plays again.” *Jobby slowly walks out from the EWT curtains to much fanfare. He, however, looks miserable and deeply troubled by the effects of his own work. He briefly points to the left side and then to the right. He then walks to the center of the ramp and at the 0:29 mark waits for Axel to come.* Cole: What's with Jobby? JBL: Well, I imagine that his own stupidity has a lot to do with the breakup of the Wrestle Posse. Cole: The Wrestle Posse hasn't said that they've broken up yet, John. JBL: I've been in tag teams before, I know when I've seen the death of a tag team. And frankly, I don't blame Axel for what he did. Cole: I think that Axel's terrible for what he did! JBL: Of course you do, Cole. Because you are open about everything, thinking that people actually care about you. Most people don't like their dirty laundry aired for everyone to see and Jobby made sure that none of Axel's private life is private. No Icon should have faced the attacks on his character, and that's just what Jobby did to Axel! Cole: Jobby was just trying to help Axel! JBL: Axel said many times that he didn't want to do this, but Jobby kept on forcing it. * At the one minute mark, the music ends. After a slight pause, Jobby's music “Dare to be Stupid” begins to play. * Finkel: ...Coming to the ring... From Jobstown, NJ... Weighting in at 258 lbs... JOE-BY MCJOBBERSTON! *Jobby comes to the conclusion that he truly alone in this match and starts to walk very uncertain towards the ring. The crowd cheers for him, but the cheers do nothing to comfort him as he heads to a massive handicap match. He stops before he enters the ring to pull off his headband and hands it off to a little kid. He walks the steps like he's heading to the gallows yet, despite himself, walks with a sense of dignity. He enters the ring and looks across the ring at his opponents. His music ends. Jobby looks hopefully at the ramp.* * Immediately Axel's music begins to play. * Cole: Could it be? *The crowd pops and Jobby looks happily at the EWT curtain. But after 30 seconds it's apparent to everyone that the sound guy is an ass. Jobby sighs, and the referee rings for the match to begin.* JBL: What did I tell you, Cole? This team is done. *Jobby faces off with Hernandez but is hit from behind by Homicide. Hernandez goes to his corner and Homicide begins to wail on Jobby. He leans against the ropes and clubs Jobby with a vicious Lariat. Homicide stomps on Jobby's head repeatedly. He's pulled to his feet and Homicide slowly turns Jobby's head. Until he has Jobby's head craned and he drops down forcing Jobby's neck to snap in a hard Neckbreaker.* Cole: It's almost like Jobby has lost the will to survive. JBL: If I were Jobby, god forbid, I would fight back and find a way to win. Just allowing yourself to get beat up helps nobody. *Homicide pulls up Jobby by his hair and forces him into a Powerbomb position. As he is about to pull Jobby into a Piledriver, Jobby gives him a Back Body Drop. Yet before Jobby can act, Homicide rolls over and tags in Hernandez. As Jobby turns, Hernandez hits him with a hard Clothesline that almost looks like a Reverse Bulldog. He pulls Jobby to his feet and locks in a Side Head Lock. Jobby does nothing to fight back and quickly fades. Before the referee can check on Jobby, Hernandez places him into a Powerbomb position.* Cole: Why won't he fight back, John? JBL: Probably because he drove away the only person that actually could stand him. Cole: *Finally looking at the action in the ring.* Could Hernandez actually be able to Powerbomb Jobby?! JBL: Well, I think we are about to find out. *Jobby is lifted into the air and Hernandez looks to be struggling to attempt to hit a Spinning Powerbomb. Yet, out of nowhere, Jobby hits a few punches and Hernandez falls back. Jobby lands on Hernandez with all his weight and Hernandez looks to be in great pain. Jobby absentmindedly crawls to this corner to tag out. But nobody's there. And by the time he has discovered this, Homicide has been tagged back in. As Jobby makes it to his knees, Homicide quickly hits a Shining Wizard to the downed Jobby. Homicide rolls Jobby away from the ropes and goes for the cover.* 1! 2! Kick-out! *Homicide pulls Jobby to his feet and slaps him.* Homicide: You ain't crap! *He slaps him again.* Homicide: Fight back! *He goes to slap Jobby again, but Jobby just crumbles to the ground. A cheer for Jobby dies down. As Jobby rolls his back to Homicide, he sees the kid is wearing his headband is looking on with tears in his eyes. As if Jobby was shocked with a defibrillator. He quickly jumps to his feet and hits a Spinning Belly to Belly Side Slam. He runs to the ropes and trips. Much to the delight of the crowd. Homicide reaches his feet and goes to drop an elbow but Jobby rolls out of the way. He makes to his feet has Homicide attempts a Yakuza Kick but is hit with a Belly to Belly Overhead Suplex. Hernandez storms the ring to stop Jobby's momentum but meets an Arm Drag that would make Ricky Steamboat proud. The crowd erupts in cheers of “Jobby, Jobby, Jobby!” He drops a Three Point Stance with his sights set on the rising Homicide. He charges with full speed but it's only to hit the Tough Guy Clothesline. Homicide stares dumbfounded as Jobby is on the ground holding his head when Homicide did nothing to him. He quickly covers Jobby, but Jobby kicks out before one. As they both make it to their feet, the referee attempts to get Hernandez out of the ring. As the two legal men lock up, K-Dog looks to end this match quickly and rushes into the ring to use the referee's distraction as his advantage. But he is not quick enough as the referee turns just in time for to see K-Dog hit Jobby in the head with the Slapjack.* Cole: Dammit! JBL: Looks like LAX has a lot to learn about DQ losses. *The bell rings.* Finkel: And your winners by Disqualification. The Wrestle Poss... Cole: I don't see why Axel should get a win for this! JBL: Perhaps you should worry more about the in-ring action. Cole: Oh my! *Homicide takes the doubled over Jobby and calls for Hernandez, who answers his call. Hernandez places Jobby in the Powerbomb position and lifts Jobby over his shoulders.* Cole: You don't think!? JBL: Haha! I like it, it looks like Jobby's going to cross the border! *Hernandez launches Jobby, who lands on the back of his neck and shoulders like a lawn dart. Homicide calls for Jobby to be lifted for him, and his stable mates comply. Within a flash, Jobby again lands hard on the back of his neck and shoulders as Homicide has hit his Gringo Killa. If the crowd wasn't near rioting before, they are now as LAX holds up the limp Jobby whil Homicide pulls out his fork.* Cole: Somebody stop this! JBL: I hate to agree, but they already made their point. Enough already! *Suddenly the crowd erupts in cheers as Axel storms the ring from the crowd and turns Homicide around into an Axe Handle. He then Clotheslines K-Dog, as he and Hernandez drop Jobby. Hernandez hits Axel from behind and attempts a Suplex before Axel kicks him below the border. Axel then hits a hard DDT. K-Dog and Homicide help pull Hernandez out of the ring. Axel goes and grabs a mic.* Axel: It appears that I've been challenged to match... Cole: You AND Jobby, Axel! JBL: Quiet Cole! Axel: Well, I accept. I can't wait to finally put you guys in your place! *He looks down at Jobby.* Axel: ...And since I'm accepting this challenge, OUR contracts require my “partner” to accept as well. So get yourself ready, TJT... Because I will finally send you back to the minor leagues, and with your tail between your legs. *He drops the mic, sighs, and begins to check on Jobby.* Cole: But what about the Wrestle Posse?! Why doesn't Axel tell us about the future of the tag team. JBL: Because he told us all that he needed to. I can't wait for March 4, 2007... It looks to be an highly interesting match. *Camera fades.*
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2007 9:15:32 GMT -5
*The camera fades in on an unusual scene. Sum Guy is standing, microphone in hand, inside of an elaborate training room, a white marble floor and exercise machinery throughout the massive chamber.*
Sum: Hello, I'm Sum Guy, and I'm standing here in the workout room of the residence of Jason Jupiter. TJT gave us permission to arrive here, and speaking of which, that's exactly who I'm with--TJT!
*The camera pans over a bit, showing Jason Jupiter working on a rowing machine.
Jupiter: 509........510........511........5--
Sum: Jason Jupiter, it seems as though you're doing your best to train here and--
Jupiter: --12......well, you see.......513..........I AM doing my best........514........as a matter of fact...........515.........it's not very hard, but a little bit of endurance training.......516.........goes a long way........517............51--
Sum: Not very hard? How long have you been working out?
Jupiter: --8......almost........519..........ah, I forgot the time......I came here later than Thunder......520.......and Terina..........they were here earlier........521.......now go away.......522.....
Sum: Before I check on them though, can I ask you one more question?
Jupiter:.........523.........sure. After this though, if you don't leave, I'm ripping up the..........524........contract and calling the cops on you........525.....
Sum: Alright. What's your opnion going into the match?
Jupiter: ..........526.........my opinion........527.......is that TJT's opponents are gonna be easy targets........528........and if there's one last man in the ring after all........529......is sadi and done, it'll be me! 530........now f*** off, you f***head.
Sum: Alright......there's my word with Jason Jupiter. Now to find Jimmy Thunder and Terina.
*The camera fades out for a few seconds, only to fade into a part of the training area with a wrestling ring in the center. Inside are Terina and Thunder, both wearing sparring gear and boxing each other.*
Sum: And now I'm here with Jimmy Thunder and Terina, who are apparently fighting one another. That's--
*The two drop their guard and both lean over the top rope.*
Thunder: Nah, you moron, this is sparring.
Terina: Training through protected fighting. Right now we're doing the boxing section. Wrestling section is over.
Thunder: You'd be suprised, Sum Guy. Terina could probably take your head off with one punch. She's tough.
Terina: Tougher than you'd think. Apparently, my opponent to be, Juri, is jealous of my appearance, as she just lacks in that department. So she claims I cannot fight. We'll see about that.
Thunder: So we figured, 'HEY! Let's workout with each other.' Since I'm bigger and stronger than Jason, I'd be a better representative of our opponents for March 4. I thought it wouldn't be this tough, but Terina's lightning quick, and on top of that, she hits pretty damn hard.
Sum: Also, Terina, your adversary Juri has said that your style of wrestling is 'useless.'
Terina: Useless? I heard. Alright, Sum. Put up your fists.
*Sum Guy reluctantly puts up his guard.*
Sum: But I'm really not supposed to hit women, and--
Terina: Why? Because they're 'fragile?' Alright, here's some 'fragile' for you.
*Terina climbs outside, and with one punch to the arms, causes enough pain to Sum to go in reeling and drop his gaurd.*
Sum: Ow, that--
*Terina rapidly punches him in the stomach, even the very first shot nearly knocking him down, and the force of the punches being the only thing that can keep him up. After twelve punches, she takes off her gloves and begins to combo him with kicks and chops, once again, the momentum caused by the attacks the only thing keeping Sum up. She gives him a hurricanrana, stiffly bringing him down to the floor. She then locks in the Boa Constrictor, holding it in for about half a minute before letting go and climbing back to her feet, not even breaking a sweat.*
Terina: Yeah Juri. How useless of a style I use. Very useless indeed. You think that just because you can do stiff moves and the audience legitimately thought you were a man, that you're better than me? Well think again. I'm tougher than you think. I'm tougher than YOU. Hell, I'm probably touhger than your buddies, too, so I don't mind having to face them myself if I need to. So we accept your terms, Juri. And on March 4, you can expect the hottest technician in EWT to bring you to the mat with and get the 1.....2..........3!
*Jupiter walks into camera view.*
Jupiter: Wow. Who killed Mister D&D?
Terina: That'd be me.
Jupiter: Damn. I'm gonna rub it in on him when he wakes up. Pipsqueak.
Thunder*taking off gear*: So, looks like anybody can strike anybody in the match? Sounds good to me. Anyways, I think we've trained enough. Let's hit the showers and head out. The city beckons.
Jupiter: Sounds good to me. We can finish this up later.
*The three leave, and Sum Guy rises up only a few seconds later.*
Sum: Hello, I'm Sum Guy, and I got my ass kicked by a chick. And--
Jupiter*from other room*: GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE!
Sum: And that's where I think we should run.
*Sum Guy and cameraman make a hasty exit as the camera itself fades away.*
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Ragnal
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Yanno what they say: All toasters toast El Dandy
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Post by Ragnal on Feb 24, 2007 16:26:21 GMT -5
*Mike Ragnal is at a nearby bar, drinkin a mug of Lipton Brisk Iced Tea(r). He seems to be watching something on the upper television, and tries to tune into it. Unfortunately, the music of Led Zeppelin is too loud to pay it any attention.*
MIKE: Hey Ron, can you turn that up a bit?
BARKEEP: Sorry, Mike. That's as loud as it can go.
MIKE: Damn...
*He continues to watch, despite the lack of noise. After a few seconds, a grin grows on his face.*
MIKE: Yeah...that's perfect.
*Mike downs the iced tea and reaches into his pocket, pulling his wallet out. He puts a few dollars down on the counter, grabs the Tri-State title, and heads out of the bar.*
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Post by Redface: Dispenser of Justice on Feb 24, 2007 19:15:28 GMT -5
*The Shot Opens with Redface Rodgers standing next to Marisol Kaneshall. She begins to speak into her mic.*
Marisol: I'm here with Redface Rodgers, who next week, will face Christopher Indigo for the EWT Toolshed Championship. Redface, what are your thoughts on thoughts going into March 4th? *lifts the mic close to his lips*
Redface: I think...Well, I have a thing about not being cocky, But I think when it's all over, Indigo's gonna be down on the matt for the 1...2...3. Y'see, Marisol, I'm starting to notice that there are a lot of Great Speakers here in EWT, but not a lot of great wrestlers. You got guys like Ratings, You got guys like His Royal Idoicy King Choculon who are really great at runnin' their yaps but when it comes time to duke it out in the ring they fall flat on their faces. Indigo is one of those dudes. Have you even heard the Guy Speak lately? I may not be the brightest colored crayon in the box, but even I know that guy is spouting nothing but BULL.
Marisol: What about Minipax? are you afraid that they'll come to Indigo's side during the match?
Redface: No. I sure Indigo is a lot of thing, but I don't think one of those things is "a weakling". He doesn't need some mindless lackey like Joe One or a bunch of Hollywood Wanna-bes like TJT to fight his battles for him. And even if he does...*flexes his muscles* I'll be ready! Indigo won't know what coming to him, right Marisol?
*Marisol is hesitant, and also wearing a expression that says "What do I say so that this guy doesn't beat me up?"*
Redface: *with a look of concern* What?
Marisol: Um...Well, it's just that...
Redface:*shoving Marisol into a wall* SO YOU DON'T THINK I CAN BEAT HIM, CAN I?
Marisol: NO! IT'S JUST THAT-
*Redface throws Marisol against the opposite wall. Marisol yelps as she slams against the wall*
Redface: YOU THINK HE'S GONNA BEAT ME WITHIN AN INCH OF MY LIFE, EH? *He begins to close in on her*
*Marisol tries to reason with him but instead begins running for her life, crying and screaming for help. Redface looks on, shaking with anger as the camera fades to black*
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Post by Banned Member on Feb 24, 2007 22:46:47 GMT -5
* We come back from the ad break, and new EWT talent memosarks is in the ring with the mic.*
Memo: I came here to be the greatest EWT wrestler ever!!! I am here to prove that I should be in the title match on March 4th!!! So I'm calling out any of those worthless bums in the back!!!
*The lights go dim, and the fans burst into cheers. At the at the top of the ramp Trish steps out from behind the Red, and Black smoke, and steps off to the side as the pyro goes off, and The Monster is Loose goes into full force. Merc steps, and heads to the ring with Trish lagging behind with a depressed look on her face. Merc steps into the ring, and grabs the mic from memosarks.*
Merc: So you want to be in the EWT title match on March 4th?
*Memo shakes his head yes, and starts to mouth off.*
Merc: Shut up boy!!! Your in no position to be mouthing off!! Do you know who your standing in the ring with? I am a former KPW Euro Champ. A former two time GWE champ, and most importantly a two time EWT Tri state champion! I have been thoughbattles with JZ, Skitzo, Ratings, and Chance!!! What have you done? Oh thats right nothing, but you know what? You will be able to make a name for yourself. When I kick your ass in a good old hardcore match! Then you can watch the PPV from the hospital, and see me win the EWT title for the first time!
*Merc hits memosarks with the mic as a ref runs down, and sounds the bell. Merc hits memosarks several more times with the mic busting him open. Merc goes outside the ring, and grabs a chair, and throws it in the ring. Merc reaches under the ring, and pulls out a table. Merc slides it in the ring, and then follows.*
*memosarks is there to greet Merc with a elbow drop, but Merc no sells them, and hits memosarks with a stiff closeline knocking memosarks down. Merc picks up memosarks, and drags him to the corner. Merc puts memosarks, and throws his arm around his head, and hits the Mercenary drop. Merc goes for the cover*
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*The monster is loose starts up, and Merc gets off memo. Merc then bends over, and mouths some inaudible words to memo, and makes a belt motion around his waist. Merc gets out of ring, and Merc, and Trish head to the back as the EMTs rush down to help out Memo.*
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Post by Ultimo Chocula on Feb 25, 2007 15:08:38 GMT -5
The Fink: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from Strasbourg France and weighing in at 238lbs..................MYSTH!"
(With that introduction four fireworks explode as "Otherworld" blares over the loudspeaker. Mysth appears and spreads his arms out as the crowd goes wild. He runs down the ramp and slides under the bottom rope, and jumps up with his arms spread out. The crowd continues to give him a good ovation as his music dies down and "Stripsearch" starts up.)
The Fink: "And his opponent, from Portland Oregon, he is the first ever EWT monarch.................KING ULTIMO CHOCULON!"
(UC appears from the back with his cape wrapped around himself like he's posing for a painting or some crap. He unfurls his cape and walks down the ramp, acknowledging his subjects. He walks up the steps and enters the ring, walking around the ring slowly and giving one of those dictator hand salutes. He backs up to his corner and takes off his kingly wear as the bell rings to start the match.
Both men meet at the center and UC extends his hand which Mysth accepts. They circle each other a couple times and they lock up with UC getting the upperhand. He backs Mysth up to the ropes and sends him into the opposite side. UC goes for a clothesline but Mysth ducks it and goes for a crossbody on the rebound but UC ducks that and Mysth crashes to the mat. UC jumps on him with a side headlock and rises up but Mysth reaches down, grabs his leg, and trips him up. UC is now on the mat and Mysth goes for a stomp but UC rolls out of the way. Mysth tries another stomp but UC rolls away again. UC grabs Mysth's leg and trips him up, appling a leg lock. Mysth twists out of it and pops up to his feet as UC kips up and they stare at each other. Insert crowd respect here.
The two men circle each other again and lock up, this time Mysth comes out on top with a standing wrist lock. UC looks to get out of it but Mysth keeps the hold applied no matter what. Finally UC drops to his back and kicks Mysth off of him with his legs and Misth hits the deck. They both get back up and UC kicks Mysth in the stomach, doubling him over. UC sends Mysth into the ropes and nails him with a flying forearm and follows it up with a quick leg drop. UC scoops Mysth up and bodyslams him in the center of the ring and goes for a Boston Crab but Mysth isn't having anything to do with it. Mysth pulls UC into him and rolls him up with a Small Package.
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Kickout. Both men rise up and Mysth greets UC with a few punches to the noggin. Mysth sends UC into the turnbuckles and hits him with a Climb Up Kick, which sends UC staggering out and Misth hits the ropes and takes him down with a Flying Headscissors. Misth goes for the Mahistrol Cradle.
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Nope. Kickout. Misth hits a snap suplex on UC, keeps ahold of it, and nails a Northern Lights Suplex.
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UC kicks out again. Mysth picks UC up and attempts a Bulldog but UC stops the momentum and hits a Back Suplex. UC picks Mysth up and sends him into the turnbuckles and runs in with a flying shoulder block to the stomach Scott Lost style. Mysth doubles over with the wind knocked out of him and UC plants him down with a dropkick to the face. UC lowers his knee pad and hits a DeMento Kneedrop and covers.
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Mysth kicks out. UC hits Mysth with a standing neckbreaker, hits the ropes and nails Mysth in the sternum with an elbow drop. UC covers again.
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Kickout. UC applies a rear chin lock and tries to wear Mysth down. Gradually Misth works his way up to a standing base and elbows his way out of the hold. Mysth hits the ropes and hits a flying clothesline and follows it up with a Sidewalk Slam. Mysth goes for a Backflip Splash but UC gets the knees up. Mysth stumbles up and UC nails him with a Ghetto Blaster and covers.
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Nope, Mysth gets the shoulder up. UC picks Mysth up for a Brainbuster but Mysth reverses and lands behind UC, taking him out with a bulldog. Mysth clears the cobwebs and begins to punch away at UC's head and sends him into the ropes hitting a clothesline, followed by a Swinging Neck Breaker. Mysth goes up to the second turnbuckle and leaps off nailing a dropkick. Mysth goes for the cover.
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Kickout. Mysth goes behind UC and applies a Chicken Wing and goes for a submission. UC struggles a big but manages to escape the hold, go behind, and goes for a Back Suplex but Mysth lands behind him and hops up on UC's shoulders, spins around and hits a hurricanrana.
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Kick out. Mysth signals for the end and grabs UC for the Mystherious Ways, but UC reaches up and twists Mysth's mask around so he can't see. Mysth wanders around the ring trying to get his bearings and backs up to the ropes. He adjusts his mask so he can see again and just then UC clotheslines him up and over the top rope. Mysth lands with a thud on the concrete floor and slowly gets up right as UC takes him out with the Cannonball Run.
Both men are on the floor now as the referee begins his count. He gets up to four and UC stands up. He walks over to the ring and attempts to get back in but suddenly there's some motion from beneath the ring. UC grabs the bottom rope to get back into the ring but he can't, as if he's stuck. The ref's count is up to six and now Mysth is up and he begins to walk back to the ring. At the count of seven UC looks down and sees that there are a pair of hands coming from under the ring and grabbing his leg. At the count of eight he tries to shake the hands off but they are on there tight. At the count of nine Mysth slides back into the ring as UC attempts to pull himself up. The count reaches ten and the referee calls for the bell.)
The Fink: "Here is your winner, as a result of a count out................MYSTH!"
(The referee raises Mysth's arm and he salutes the cheering crowd. Meanwhile the two hands let go of UC's leg and out from the bottom of the ring runs Curly Long right up the ramp. UC sits on the apron with a mixture of shock of anger as Curly stands at the top of the ramp laughint at UC and waving his butt. UC has had enough and takes off up the ramp for some midget whacking and Curly runs off backstage with UC giving chase. Meanwhile Mysth is still in the ring up on the buckles, and giving O'Hare a warning to the camera located ringside.)
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Post by teamireland on Feb 25, 2007 17:52:53 GMT -5
David Penzer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall & is for the EWT World Tag-Team Championships. *Meatloaf's "The Monster Is Loose" plays over the EWT speakers & the crowd lets out a roar as Merc appears at the top of the ramp.* Penzer: Introducing the challengers; first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 305lbs, THIS IS MMMEEEEERRRRRC! *Merc acknowledges the crowd with a few glances before marching on down to the ring. Inside the ring he climbs the ringpost & raises his arms over his head & the crowd's cheers grow.*
*"Party Starter" by Will Smith begins playing & the crowd goes into a frenzy as Spaz makes his entrance. He soaks in the adulation of the crowd for a moment before continuing on down the ramp, slapping hands with his Spazphiles in the crowd along the way.* Penzer: And his tag-team partner, from Sydney, Australia, weighing in at 216lbs... SPAAAAAAZZZZZZZ! *Spaz climbs inside the ring & offers a handshake to Merc. Merc turns away & pretends not to notice.*
*Both men turn their attention to the ramp when that irritating version of "Amhrán na bhFiann" begins blaring into the EWT Arena. Coach O'Hare arrives first, waving that Hurley as always. He's closely followed by Aidan Donnelly & Sean McCann, bot th with their Tag-Team Titles strapped on to them.* Penzer: And introducing their opponents, representing Team Ireland, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, at a combined weight of 396lbs, they are the EWT World Tag-Team Champions... AIDAN DONNELLY... SEAN MCCANN... TEAM IRELAND! *The usual green, white & gold pyro of Team Ireland explodes at the top of the ramp & the Irish trio make their way on down to the ring.* Tony Schiavone: Good evening EWT fans & welcome to what is surely going to be the greatest night in the history of our great sport. Scott Hudson: You got that right, Tony. Two top contenders for the EWT World Heavyweight Championship vs. the EWT World Tag-Team Champions. After March Fo... Schiavone: Don't finish that! You never know where Mr. Big could be lurking! Hudson: By March 5th, either Merc or Spaz could be in possession of TWO EWT Championships! That's no mean feat! Schiavone: But Team Ireland are more determined than ever to retain those titles! I was talking to O'Hare earlier & he tells me that Team Ireland have been practicing a new move that they may well unveil here tonight. Hudson: Let's not ignore the fact that Spaz & Merc aren't exactly on the best of terms. I doubt those two will be able to put their differences aside even for the EWT Tag-Team titles! *In the ring Spaz & Aidan start things off. The two men lock up, with Spaz getting a slight advantage. Spaz backs Aidan in towards the corner where Merc is standing. Merc slaps Spaz hard on the back & enters the ring. Spaz gives Merc a "WTF?!" look & grudgingly goes to stand on the ring apron. Merc immediately gets to work on Donnelly with a few strong punches to the mid-section followed by an elbow to the face. He whips Donnelly to the ropes & catches the Team Ireland Captain with a Big Boot to the face. Then Merc picks Aidan up & Body Slams him. Merc locks Donnelly up in a Boston Crab, but Sean McCann breaks the hold before Merc can do much damage, by kicking Merc in the side of the head. McCann sprints back to his own corner & Donnelly quickly follows him, making the tag. McCann climbs to the top rope & waits for Merc to get to his feet before flying off the top with a double-footed dropkick. Unfortunately for Sean, this knocks Merc back into his own corner. Spaz leans over & slaps Merc on the chest, making Spaz the legal man. Merc is clearly displeased & gives Spaz an icy glare before exiting the ring.*
Schiavone: Those two need some serious lessons on teamwork & co-operation or they'll never win this match. Hudson: Come on Schiavone, this isn't Sesame Street! They'll win those titles anyway they can. It doesn't matter if they like eachother or not, they've both got a competitive streak that could manage to net them a victory tonight.
*Spaz smirks back at Merc & is caught with a Shining Wizard by McCann. McCann instantly runs towrds the ropes & attempts a Springboard Moonsault, only to crash chest first onto Spaz's raised knees. Spaz picks McCann up & gives him a wicked Snap Suplex. He whips Sean towards a corner & moves in for some chops. As the Australian chops at McCann's chest the crowd lets out a "WOOOOOOO!" with every strike. After a few chops, Sean's pasty white Irish chest is going bright red. He stumbles from the corner his hand at his chest. He surprises Spaz with a quick Headscissors & rolls over to his own corner, tagging in Aidan Donnelly. Donnelly picks up Spaz & hits a suplex. Maintaining his grip, Aidan gets to his feet & attempts another suplex, but Spaz blocks it & hits a suplex of his own. Spaz swivels his hips & attempts a second suplex. This time Donnelly blocks it & manages to get a suplex. Donnelly holds onto Spaz & seemingly aims for another suplex, but Spaz, again, blocks it & suplexes Donnelly. Spaz aims for a thrid suplex, but Donnelly reverses it & hits Spaz with a Brainbuster, completing the "Triqueta".* Hudson: GOOD NIGHT! What a display by both men! I'll be surprised if Aidan doesn't get the win following that. *Aidan slowly rolls into a cover...*
1...
2...
KICKOUT!
Schiavone: Unbelievable! Spaz was able to kick out! He's not referred to as the best wrestler in EWT for no reason!
*Aidan looks utterly shocked by Spaz's kickout. He picks Spaz up & rocks him with a series of European Uppercuts. While Spaz is still reeling Aidan hooks onto Spaz's leg & attempts a Fisherman's Suplex, but Spaz fights out of it & nails Donnelly with a Northern Lights Suplex.*
1...
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KICKOUT!
Hudson: Donnelly barely avoiding the pinfall there. Schiavone: Team Ireland's grip on those tag-team titles is looking more & more tenuous as the match wears on! Merc & Spaz have more "Big Match" experience than either Donnelly or McCann. This doesn't really play in Team Ireland's favour.
*Spaz brings Aidan back to his feet & Irish whips Donnelly. Spaz catches Donnelly on his return & takes him over with a Belly to Belly Suplex. Spaz executes the move with so much force that he nearly sends Donnelly out of the ring. The crowd's cheers of "SPAZ! SPAZ! SPAZ!" are nearly defeaning! Spaz wanders over to Donnelly to make a cover, but Coach O'Hare is up on the apron causing a great fuss. The ref is distracted by O'Hare until Merc grabs the Coach from behind & cleans his clock with one solid punch. The crowd goes even crazier than before. The ref is telling Merc to get back to his corner, Aidan & Sean take advantage of the situation & double team Spaz. They take the former EWT Champ over with a double suplex. Aidan then picks Spaz up for a Finlay Roll. The ref is still pre-occupied with Merc, Aidan claps his hands over his head to give the illusion that he tagged & Sean climbs to the top, hitting a Double Stomp on Spaz.*
Schiavone: The momentum seems to have quickly swung back in Team Ireland's favour. Hudson: That's all O'Hare's doing. If he wasn't on the apron causing so much bother we could've been well on our way to new tag-team champs!
*On the outside, O'Hare is back up & nursing his jaw. In the ring, Sean is pulling off some crazy stunts on Spaz including a standing 630 Splash. Sean acts like he's going to cover, but he pulls Spaz's shoulders off the mat & slaps the OX Division legend in the face. Sean runs the ropes & dropkicks Spaz right in the mush. O'Hare, meanwhile, is having a war of words with Merc on the outside. Merc leaves his positon at his own corner & gets down to jaw with O'Hare. Sean is still busy slapping Spaz about until Spaz catches the man from Donegal off guard with an enzuguiri. Spaz is desperately crawling towards his own corner until he realizes that Merc isn't there. Spaz manages to get to his corner, Merc realizes that his partner needs to tag out. Merc races back, but Aidan & Sean drag Spaz back to the Team Ireland corner micro-seconds before Merc gets back in position. Merc tries to get into the ring, but the ref stops him. Team Ireland are kicking the hell out of Spaz back in their corner.*
Hudson: Merc really needs to get his head in the game! He needs to focus less on Coach O'Hare & more on what's happening in the ring. Schiavone: If he'd been there for Spaz that could well have spelt trouble for Team Ireland!
*The referee turns his attention away from Merc & back to Team Ireland & Spaz. Merc is irate & ready to get in the ring. The second the ref's back is turned, Merc gets in there. He dashes towards the Team Ireland corner & starts cleaning house. He punches Aidan, he punches Sean. Spaz puts his hand on Merc's shoulder... unwittingly Merc also decks Spaz! Spaz gets right back up & gets in Merc's face. The two start arguing! Aidan & Sean toss Merc to the outside where O'Hare cracks him in the head with his Hurley. Aidan & Sean pound Spaz again & set him up on the top-rope. The two Irishmen also go to the top & hit a two-man C-4 on Spaz!*
Hudson: GOOD NIGHT!!! Schiavone: That must be it! The new move! That's called "Flight of the Earls"!
*Aidan makes the cover on Spaz & the referee counts.*
1...
2...
3!!!
*"Amhrán na bhFiann" starts playing again as Team Ireland start celebrating.*
Schiavone: Did you see that? Aidan Donnelly just pinned a former EWT World Heavyweight Champion! Hudson: Needless to say this has to be counted as a massive upset!
*Coach O'Hare, Aidan & Sean take their Tag-Team titles & make a rather hasty retreat up the ramp before either of their challengers can come to. Eventually, after Team Ireland have left the area, Merc gets up. He gets in the ring where Spaz is also starting to stir. The two men exchange words that the audience can't quite hear. Merc is clearly enraged. Spaz moves to walk away, but Merc grabs him by the arm. Spaz turns around & slaps Merc across the face. Merc responds by punching Spaz. The two men then start brawling in the middle of the ring! Referees & Road Agents come rushing out from backstage to put a stop to this chaos.* Schiavone: Good God! This is insane! Folks we'd love to show you more of this but we're out of time!
*Not quite out of time yet, as we see Maelstrom sitting in his Aquarium watching the events in the ring on a screen & smirking to himself.*
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Spyke the Pacers Fan
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Post by Spyke the Pacers Fan on Feb 25, 2007 22:45:33 GMT -5
(The music of MVP hits and Mr. Porter struts to the ring, ignoring the boos. He climbs into the ring and goes for the microphone before Lillian Garcia can introduce him.)
MVP: “SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU! My name is Montel Vontavious Porter and…”
(The beginning chords of “Galvanize” hit, but then transitions into “Tier” by Rammstein. Spyke Johannson merely steps out from behind the curtain rather than the usual burst or leap. The crowd reaction is mixed. Spyke simply climbs into the ring to wait for MVP to finish talking.)
MVP: “Well, well. Spyke Johannson! Mr. Dancing Man, himself. You lookin’ a little worse for wear! Unlike me, Montel Vontavious Porter, who, as always, looks as good as his contract, which, if you didn’t know, is pretty damn good. Now, Spyke, I know you like to cut a promo before your matches, and since I’m feeling generous, I’m gonna give the floor to you.”
(MVP tosses the mic to Spyke, but Spyke doesn’t bother to catch it and lets it hit him in the chest. MVP holds up his arms in a “what the hell?” gesture. Spyke just stands there looking apathetic to his surroundings. MVP walks over to Spyke and picks up the mic.)
MVP: "You ain't gonna show me respect?! I'll guess I'll have to beat it into you!"
*bell dings*
MVP beats down Spyke with the mic, but Spyke doesn't even try to defend himself. MVP tosses Spyke around the ring like a ragdoll, but it's as if Spyke is letting him do it. MVP whips him into the ropes and hits a vicious clothesline that sends Spyke spinning. MVP picks up Spyke and hits a back body drop. MVP with the pin.
1!
2!
3?!
*bell dings*
Lillian: "Your winner, M! V! P!"
(The crowd is pissed. Moreso for Spyke putting in no effort than MVP winning. The boos flood the building as MVP makes his way to the back. Spyke rolls out of the ring and walks to the back, not looking at anybody, just looking forward. The last thing we see before commercial is a fan rip up their "Spyke RULES!" sign. Fade to commercial)
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Post by viscera on Feb 26, 2007 8:47:30 GMT -5
The screen suddenly shifts... showing the view of a calender as a drooling moron stares at it, it's one of those tear away page flippy book calenders. He looks down at his watch, as it reaches midnight.
Guy: Oh yeah... time to change to calender.
He pulls off the March 3rd page, when suddenly, a huge explosion erupts in the room, as the guy falls back, EWT Champion Maelstrom now glaring down at him. He looks to the side, seeing Mike Ragnal, Christopher Indigo, Crauswell, and Aidan Donnelly and Sean McCann also surrounding him as the door swings open, Toomi himself strutting inside.
Distorted Voice: March 4th... a day that will live in infamy for the EWT. Where eight men will collide in a hellacious bout.
The calender catches on fire... burning every page away except March 4th, as outside the building, the rest of the EWT Roster is standing outside, Spaz, Merc, Ratings, Billy Ubermark, Eddie Omega, and King Choculon, Cletus Quinn standing in front of them all, each one with a confident look. We can apparently hear their very thoughts, as their mouths stay closed.
Spaz: To become EWT Champion once again
Merc: To redeem myself and become one of the great guys
Ratings: To prove to everyone class and distinction means you're better them
Ubermark: To end Virgin Discrimination!
Cletus: To get one more shot at Maelstrom
Choculon: Because the public demands it!
Omega: To finally go one on one with Maelstrom... no disqualifications.
Maelstrom steps out in front of the door, patting the title hanging off his shoulder as he looks over each challenger, crossing his throat. The rest of the EWT Champions stand behind, Toomi looking on with that random guy.
Distorted Voice: March 4th.... a day where a woman shall try to cement her legacy against a man.
oceanic: I will beat you... and I will take you Tri State Championship
Mike Ragnal looks on with confidence back at oceanic, as the two stare down, the fire continuing to consume the building, but nobody bothering to do a thing.
Distorted Voice: March 4th... where an eager rookie will try to gain his first championship.
Redface: I will beat you Indigo and I will prove big guys can be great wrestlers too.
Indigo simply crosses his arms, not looking threatened in the slightest. The building catches further on fire, as Toomi starts laughing rather maniacally.
Distorted Voice: March 4th... where a determined champion will take on all comers.
Spyke: ...
Duke and Doe: To solidify the might of the Cidal Squad
Tyreese: To dethrone dat miserable undeserving furry
Daryl: What's the best day to wear a hat? Haturday!
Crauswell glares over the five, cradling his belt close and scooting away from them all. The building is now completely on fire, the wind blowing inside the building, as a number of March 4th Calender slips start flying around the room, in the background, as the camera pans over some more guys.
Distorted Voice: March 4th.... where Four duos will do anything and everything to see who deserves to be called the best
Raskall and Trunk: To shut up Team Ireland and Curly Long and finally become Tag Team Champions
Curly Long: To prove I'm the greatest damn guy in the world... and also to shut up everyone else
King Choculon: Because I really like gold... and to prove how much of an awesome King I am!
Aidan and Sean simply look over the competition, a confident smiling O Hare standing in front of them, pointing at them all and crossing his throat. The building finally completely catches on fire... as a huge explosion goes off... the building completely gone, but in the wasteland, all the EWT guys and Toomi have survived, as a wrestling ring materializes in the center of the wasteland. All the wrestlers charge from one side, as the champions charge for the other... the screen quickly shattering.
Distorted Voice: March 4th... what exactly will happen, you'll have to see for yourself. March 4th... Sunday March 4th.
And with that, this advertisement comes to a close.
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Post by xombiehiphop on Feb 26, 2007 17:04:28 GMT -5
"Suppose you were to die tonight? ..What would you say?"
-"We Die Young" begins to play as the arena lights dim to near darkness. The mask wearing members of The Draugr make their way down the ramp with Wraith leading the way. All three members slide into the ring with Wraith standing in the center with his head bowed. Ghost Face and Corpse stand on the middle ropes and stare out into the sea of humanity..-
JBL: Michael we are about to witness the dead coming back to life..
Cole: And dead, unfortunately, may very well be what Dorf is going to end up Pay Per View March 4th, 2007! He's teaming with his hated rival Psychoapeguy against three men in the ring...but The Draugr and Ape seem to have an alliance! A 3-on-2 handicap match may essentially become a 4-on-one handicap match! We saw Ape's disgusting, vile attack on two little people--
JBL: Midgets.
Cole: --and The Draugr are the one's the drug them down to the ring! Ape even referred to them as "friends"!
JBL: From what I understand, The Draugr worship Ape. Their obsessed with horror movies..and that ugly bastard looks like he stepped straight out of one! The walking embodiment of their fascination.
Cole: I don't think The Draugr would speak to you.
JBL: Money talks, you peon!
Announcer: Introducing first..weighing in at 235 pounds..being accompanied by The Draugr..Wraith!
-A sinister version of "Pomp and Circumstance" begins to play as Tutor Tyreese makes his way down the aisle, accompanied, as always by the mastermind known as Principal Pain. Tyreese enters the ring and gives Wraith a disgusted look, as the goat mask wearing ghoul simply stares at him from a kneeled position. Corpse, Ghost Face and Pain all exit the ring as Wraith rises to his feet and discards his mask. The two opponents begin to circle each other-
Cole: What we have here is a definite clash of not only wrestling styles but lifestyles as well. Tyreese is very much a pure wrestler while Wraith is more of a brawler. Tyreese has looked very impressive as of late and will look for that momentum to carry him into his upcoming Ox Division Gauntlet match at the pay per view.
JBL: Tyreese is what a champion SHOULD look like..not some idiot dressed as..a giant turkey or whatever the hell he's supposed to be! Tyreese has the tutelage of Principal Pain on his side and has wisely soaked up every bit of knowledge given to him like a sponge.
-As the two draw closer, Tyreese goes into a waist lock, but Wraith quickly fights his way out with some vicious elbows. Tyreese stumbles back into a corner where Wraith unleashes some right hands. The crowd doesn't seem to know who to cheer for, but Wraith is getting a more favorable reaction due to The PTA beign a long standing hated entity. Wraith whips Tyreese into the opposite turnbuckle and charges in with a Clothesline that rocks the Jamaican. Wraith shifts his weight and looks to drag Tyreese out with a Bulldog, in one fluid motion, but Tyreese pushes him away. Wraith spins back around to face the Tutor and rushes forward. Tyreese steps aside and slaps on a Full Nelson, Wraith struggling about wildly. Wraith slams Tyreese back first into a corner, but Tyreese keeps the hold locked in. Wraith goes to drive Tyreese into the corner again but Tyreese releases the hold and quickly pulls himself onto the middle rope, so when Wraith flings backwards, the small of his back crashes right into Tyreese's knee's.
Wraith winces in pain and Tyreese takes him down from behind with a chop block. Not wasting any time, Tyreese grabs Wraith's ankle and begins to stomp away on his knee. After a few more stomps, Tyreese grapevines the leg and is able to slap on a Reverse Figure Four. After enduring the hold for a few moments, Wraith is able to reach the bottom rope, forcing the Ref to break the hold. Wraith uses to ropes to help him stand but Tyreese makes it difficult with a few stomps to the knee. Wraith rears back and nails Tyreese with a strong punch to the gut, doubling him over. From that position, Wraith is able to drop him to the mat with a Russian Leg Sweep. Wraith drags Tyreese to his feet and puts him into a Power Bomb position. As Wraith tries to lift him up, Tyreese holds onto his legs and Wraith falls onto his back..Tyreese flips forward into a pinning combo..
..One!
..Two!
..No, Wraith gets a shoulder up!
Both men get to their feet and Tyreese takes a swing, but Wraith ducks and grabs him into a Rock Bottom style position, possibly looking to hit the "Snow White Tan". Tyreese is able to elbow his way out, and Wraith stumbles away. Tyreese rolls up from behind for another pinning situation..
..One..
..Two..
..Another kick out!
Upon reaching his feet, Wraith ruses forward but Tyreese is able to roll throw and lock in a Single Leg Crab. Wraith quickly scrambles to the bottom ropes before Tyreese can ease into the hold. Tyreese taps at the side of his head with a smug look on his face, drawing some boo's. With Wraith using the ropes to get to his feet, Tyreese bounces off the opposite ropes..but Wraith spins around and lifts Tyreese upwards, dropping his opponent throat first onto the top rope. Tyreese stumbles forward and drops onto one knee. It's now Wraith's turn to run the ropes as he nails Tyreese right in the face with the move he calls the "Specter Kick", a running shining Yakuza Kick. Tyreese flops onto his back and Wraith hooks a leg..
..One..
..Two..
......Barely a kick out!
Tyreese, looking dazed, gets back to his feet as Wraith looks to continue his momentum. From outside of the ring, Principal Pain removes a rather large stapler from his sport coat and tosses it into the ring..unfortunately, it lands in Wraith's hands instead of Tyreese's! Corpse leaps onto the apron to distract the ref and Wraith lunges forward, looking to apply the stapler to Tyreese's face! Tyreese grabs Wraith's arm and does his best to keep the stapler from doing just that. After struggling for some time, Corpse drops from the apron and The Ref turns around. Tyreese steps to the side and shoves Wraith forward...and he staples the referee right in the forehead! The Ref drops to the canvas, gripping his face and kicking his feet wildly as bleed seeps between his fingers, screaming away-
Cole: MY GOD!
JBL: Did The Principal plan THAT?!
-Tyreese slides out of the ring, backing up a bit. Wraith stares down at the withering referee as Ghost Face and Corpse enter the ring and join him..simply staring downwards..apparently having some kind of morbid fascination with the sight before them. Some officials rush down to aid the referee as Pain raises Tyreese's wrist into the air as the pair make it up the aisle, Tyreese looking a bit sickened at what he's seen-
Cole: I have to imagine that Wraith would be disqualified but we haven't heard a bell--
JBL ..Haven't heard a bell?! The Referee can't signal for a bell when he's been STAPLED IN THE FACE, YOU JACKASS!
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Indigocrates
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Post by Indigocrates on Feb 26, 2007 17:15:33 GMT -5
BACKSTAGE:
Singapore Caine hands his namesake weapon to his tag team partner Abraham Lincoln the 8th.
“Now remember, man” says Singapore “I don’t want to to interefere in the match at all—I wanna win this match straight up—that’s why I’m giving you my singapore cane to hold—so I won’t get the temptation to use it” .
“Allright man, I promise not to interevene in your match” promises Abe…….
Meanwhile, Christopher Indigo is seen in Toom E. Dangerously’s office, speaking with the commissioner of EWT.
Christopher: “Sir, I’m going into this match not only fighting for my title, but also for the pride of Oceania and for the satisfaction of BB. That filthy prole Signapore Caine must understand what happens when you cross Minipax. I not only want to beat him, I want to humiliate him, I want to mentally destroy him! I want him to beg for this night to be over, I WANT HIM TO SUBMIT TO HIS OWN INTERNAL SUFFERING! So I humbly request this match be a flag match.”
Toom: “Very well, this match will be a flag match for the EWT Toolshed Title!
“Hybrid Stigmata” surges through the speakers as the EWT Toolshed Champion Christopher Indigo with Ingsoc flag draped over him, and Terina in street clothes make their way down the steel ramp and into the ring.
He grabs a mic and begins to speaks his mind.
“Singapore Caine is a doubleplusbad, filthy, prole who had the unmedigated gall this past Thanksgiving to insult the country of Canada, to insult Oceania, to insult Minipax, to inuslt BB! And for that I’m gonna make him pay and pay dearly!”
A good portion of the crowd boo Christopher Indigo and his words but not everyone does—there is a healthy portion of Canadian fans as well who tend to cheer Indigo as he speaks.
“Now Caine, I am willing to let this all go and call this match off, and spare you from physical as well as mental torment if you will simply apoligize for your insults towards Oceania and admit that we are the supurior country!”
The American fans booing increases and the Canadian fans cheers increases as well.
A moment later the National Anthem starts to blare through the speakers as Singapore Caine—American flag draped around his body, wearing american flag sunglasses, an American flag cowboy hat and a pair of American flag cargo pants, runs down the ramp and slides under the bottom rope and into the ringand proceeds to grab his own mic.
Now it’s the Americans who cheer and the Canadians who boo.
Singapore Caine, removes his hat, sunglasses, and robe and tosses the former 2 into the crowd and and throws the flag then turns to face Christopher Indigo.”What is your answer?” asks Christopher.
Caine raises his mic to his lips.I only have two words for you Chris—suck it!”
The crowd goes haywire.
“….Of course that shouldn’t be too hard seeing as that’s what Canada does best! Chris, you’re nothing more than a jackass acting like a cheap government agent out of what would seem like some science ficiton novel.” says Singapore Caine. “So be it,” says Indigo “Let us do this!”
But before he can attack, Singapore Caine holds up a hand”Hang on just a minute-there is just something I want to do before we start fighting…” and with a dramatic wave of his hand hundereds of tens, twenties, and fifty dollar bills begin to fall from the ceiling like a giant green snowstorm,causing the Americans to cheer even more wildly than before.
A moment later the storm of cash comes to a stop.
“And just to show my Canadian brethern that there are no hard feelings….”says Singapore Caine as he gives another dramatic wave of his hand….
Now it’s Canadian money that starts to fall from the ceiling,causing a pretty good majority of the Canadian fans to actually stop booing Singapore Caine and in fact start to cheer him as wildly as the Americans did only moments ago………that is until they start to realize that the “Canadian money” isn’t really Canadian money at all but it is in fact Monoply money.
The Canadian fans are again booing Singapore Caine and the little stunt he has just pulled.
Without warning Chris Indigo suddenly tackles Singapore Caine and the two men begin to roll around on the mat trading fast violent punches.
The bell rings starting the match and the two opponents continue to trade violent punches—each man attempting to be the dominant one in this brawl of national pride.
Singapore Caine tries to get Chris into the Singapore Leglock but Chris is able to worm his way out of it rather easily,so then Caine goes for the Singapore Deathlock but Chris manages to squirm out of that hold with very little effort as well. Chris responds with a full kick to the face of Singapore Caine and follows it up with a barrage of punches to Caine’s abdomen.
Both men roll away from each other and jump to their feet before encircling one another like a lion going after it’s prey.
Chris lashes out with a European Uppercut and then follows through with a Spinning Discuss Forearm and then a Koppu Kick to try and put Singapore Caine away.…
He goes for the pin……
1….
2….
NO!
Singapore shoves Chris off him and jumps to his feet.He bounces off the ropes with renewed vigor—only to get taken down again with a Brainbuster followed by a Trailer Hitch.
Chris goes for a Jumping Knee but Caine moves aside at the last minute and Chris misses completely. Caine uses the opportunity to go for the Singapore Face-Lift,but Chris reverses it into a Shining Wizard.
Chris then goes for the STO,but this time it’s Singapore Caine who reverses the move…into a Singapore Neckbreaker.
Singapore Caine then tries to go for the Singaapore Silencer but Chris elbows him in the face and starts to get to his feet.Singapore Caine tackles him back down to the mat and tries to apply the Singapore Headcase,but Chris is able to get out of it before Caine gets the move fully locked in,and so Singapore Caine goes for the Singapore Spinal Tap but again Chris is able to quickly free himself.
Chris gouges Caine in the eyes and mounts the top turnbuckle for a Moonsault but Cainerecovers quickly and counters with his finisher the Singapore Drop!
He goes for the pin….
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NO!
Indigo is able to reverse the pin on Caine and he tries to gain a quick win.
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NO!
The pin is reversed for a second time and this time Caine hopes to finally beat Chris….
1….
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NO!
Chris reverses the pin yet again and goes for another pin attempt.
1….
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NO!
Singapore Caine reverses the pin for the fourth time and tries to vanquish Chris….
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2….
NO!
Chris reverses the pin for an amazing fifth time….
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NO!
Singapore Caine reverses the pin for an unbeleivable sixth time….
1….
2….
NO!Chris Indigo kicks out and tries to go for the Triangle ChokeHold but Singapore counters with an elbow to the face. Singapore Caine backs into a corner and then charges full boar at his opponent but receives a Hurricanrana followed by a Lariat for his troubles.
Chris Indigo goes for a Vision Of Indigo but this time it is Singapore Caine who breaks free before the move has been completely locked in. Singapore headbutts Chris Indigo right in the face and Chris returns the favor with a Headbutt of his own to Caine’s face.
Chris Indigo follows it up with a Spear that takes Singapore Caine down to the mat and he begins to unload on his hated foe with a flurry of rights and lefts, Chris gets angrier with each punch.
Caine suddenlycomes back with a Chop to the right side of Chris’s neck and then another Chop to the left side of Chris’s neck—the move momentarily startles Chris but a moment is all Caine needs as he begins to unload his own brand of justice on Indigo with vicous alternating Chops to the right and left sides of Indigo’s neck.
He follows through with a Headbutt that knocks Indigo off of him and both men immedietly jump to their feet. Singapore Caine goes for a Spear but Chris is to fast and he moves out of the way sending Singapore Caine crashing and burning to the outside.
Chris jumps out of the ring and begins to stomp on his fallen opponent, Then he pulls Caine to his feet and grabbing the steel ring post with one hand and Singapore Caine’s head with his other hand Chris proceeds to smash Caine face first into the steel structure as hard as he can and ends up busting Caine wide open!
Getting a small handful of Singapore Caine’s blood he smears it over his face and chest like it’s war paint and he’s the warrior. Chris then mounts the top Turnbuckle and signals for a Moonsault to the outside—but before he can execute the move he suddenly feels himself being levetated upwords as Singapore Caine comes up from underneath him—soon Singapore Caine stands on the top turnbuckle with Chris Indigo sitting uneasily on his shoulders.
And then to the shock of the crowd Singapore Caine jumps and Chris ends up receiving a Singapore Face-Lift from off the top turnbuckle and face first into the top of the steel ringpost!
Now Chris Indigo is the one who is busted open and Singapore Caine takes some of the Champ’s blood and smears it on his face and chest also like warpaint.
Singapore Caine tosses Chris into the middle of the ring and then climbs through the ropes only to run into another Koppu Kick that takes both bloodied men down to the mat.
Breathing hard both men drag themselves back into their respective corners and pull themselves to their feet slowly but surely and glare at each other from across the ring.
Indigo and Caine charge at each other, and Indigo comes at Caine with another Koppu Kick, but this time Caine catches Indigo’s foot, and locks in The Singapore Deathlock! Singapore has the submission locked in tight, and Indigo is in extreme pain. Indigo tries to break free by hitting Singapore’s arm, but Signapore just applies more pressure and sends Indigo into further pain. Indigo then Recahes with both his arms up to Caine’s face, and gets his hands in Caine’s mouth. He then starts yanking on Caine’s mouth, and Singapore breaks the hold. Both men are now down.
They start to get up, Caine charges towards Indigo, but Indigo expects him and lands a drop toe hold on Caine! He then locks Caine in a Trailer Hitch! Caine is now the one in extreme pain, as he starts trying to break free of the hold with all of his strength, but Indigo has it locked in tight. Caine then reaches for Indigo’s face with his hands and gets his hands Indigo’s mouth and starts yanking on Indigo’s mouth. Indigo breaks the hold and both men are down once more.
Both men slowly rise to their feet, and Indigo swings at Caine’s head for a stiff kick, but Caine ducks, and answers with a viscious boot to the ribs of Indigo. Indigo goes down to one knee, and Caine runs towards the ropes and comes off them, hitting an extremely stiff running knee lift on Indigo! Caine goes for the pin...
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Caine, deciding he’s going to end this, picks up Indigo and sets him up for The Back Cracker, but Indigo starts elbowing Caine in the face, and Caine breaks the set up. Indigo then quickly hits Caine with a stiff German Suplex Pin!
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Indigo, now frustrated, decides to end the match. He sets Caine up for the Vision of Indigo, but Caine breaks his arms free of Indigo, and hits The Singapore Neckbreaker! Caine goes for the pin!
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What will it take for one of these men to give up!?
Both men slowly rise to their feet as Caine charges at Indigo with a clothesline, but Indigo ducks, and gives Caine an elbow shot in the kidney. Caine falls down to one knee, and Indigo sets Caine up for the Vision of Indigo! Caine breaks free however, and as they turn around, Caine knees Indigo in the gut and gets him into a suplex position! As he starts lifting Indigo off the ground for the suplex, Christopher rolls Singapore Caine up into a small package!
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DING DING DING!
Penzer: “Here is your winner, and still EWT Toolshed Champion, CHRISTOPHERRRRRRR INNNNDIIIGOOOOOO!”
The American fans are now throwing garbage into the ring and the Canadian fans are marking out like there’s no tomorrow. Both men get to their feet and Caine, furious about the loss, readies his fist and is about to hit Indigo, when he remembers that Indigo had beat him fairly, and the match was over. Caine is now doing his damndest to contain himself as the Ingsoc flag is raised, Terina quickly rolls into the ring and starts celebrating with Christopher. The ref hands Indigo his belt and he raises it victoriously. The flag is now fully raised, and the Canadian national anthem is played over the speakers as we see Canadian fans on their feet, hands to their chest, singing the national anthem, while American fans violently boo. Back in the ring, Indigo and Terina now have their hands over their chests, Indigo sings along with his fans, and Signapore Caine is standing in the ring, seething with anger as we cut to the next segment.
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Boku AKA Da Green Guy
El Dandy
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Always and Forever, Hurricane.
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Post by Boku AKA Da Green Guy on Feb 26, 2007 23:53:14 GMT -5
*During the commercials, an ad for March 4th plays.*
“At March 4th, on March 4th... A shaky three way alliance will take on a family of three.”
*The words appears:
TJT vs J & A & Juri An Intergender Six Person Elimination Match*
“They each have their own thoughts going in...”
Jobby: ...And so that's why Rocky IV is the best movie ever! Well, I think that explains my thoughts. It's a good thing that you recorded all of that, because I don't think I could remember how it went!
Thunder: Me and Jason have been toying with J&A at this point. Now we're gonna show them just what we can REALLY do.
Axel: This has been a long time coming... And rest assured that every grief, every attack, every drop of blood spilled with be returned tenfold.
Jupiter: Thunder and I haven't broken a sweat with our attacks, and we'll prove to those two life partners just how much ass we can kick!
Juri: Terina fails to see just how determined and brutal I can be when it comes to my matches. I've had my back and arms ripped open by barbwire... And I came out with minor injuries compared to the poor individual that sought a win over me.
Terina: Juri got lucky. LUCKY! I had her, and she managed to escape. And she thinks that makes her tougher than me? We'll see about that!
“...Their fate rests on the trust of their team mates...”
Jobby: Me and Axel are the one of the greatest tag teams in EWT! Behind Team Ireland, Raskall & Trunk, Midget King & Co., Ultimo Dragon, The Draugr, Team Raft Shack, and TJT themselves! And with Juri at our side, we will be completely able to hang with TJT! We might even win the match!
Thunder: As a unit we're pretty damn nasty. I think Jason's got the brains to outwit and outwrestle our adversaries. Guy's smart like a fox. Terina has plenty of intensity and drive, and I see that taking her that extra mile.
Axel: I'm confident that Juri will pull more than her share in this match, even if we had a full team. As for my partner, Jobby, as far as I'm concerned we are just contracted to each other through EWT management. And once I will the tag titles, we're done as even that.
Jupiter: We're almost a family, of sorts. We'll band together and conquer. Jim's a strong dude. Quick as hell, too. He'll be giving me quite a bit of help during the match. Teri's no slouch either, and watching her roll Juri will be the greatest thing I've seen since--
Juri: Let's just say that I'm not depending on my team for anything. I see this upcoming match as an one on three handicap match, and yet I feel sorry for TJT. If you can simply walk away from this match after I'm done with you, count yourself lucky.
Terina: Jimmy and Jason? Yeah I have faith in them. They're about as good as you'll find ANYONE. They're a perfect pair in the ring, the way they work. As for us as a whole? Heh. You're simply adding my great abilities to the mix. It's team-based clockwork.
“...Everyone has their own ambitions...”
Jobby: I just want to put an end to the fighting and to be friends again with Axel. March 4th, if I make a few crowd members happy then it will be a totally awesome day!
Thunder: No doubt I'm gonna win this one. I'm gunning for you in particular, Axel. Sitting around and complaining about your partner isn't going to help your cause, man. So expect to feel the force of Thunder at full power on March 4! YEAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Axel: Jimmy, were it not for Jason and Terina, you would not even be in EWT. You simply don't have the brains nor the ability to face me one on one. That's why you had to have your back up in the Cali indy scene and that's why you have them now. The only thing you have going for you is your strength And hell, compared to Jobby's strength, you aren't even unique there. I won't even lower my standards to hit my big moves on you... An Axe Handle should be just enough to put you away. March 4th, prepare to look at those pretty lights.
Jupiter: Not only are we going to win, but I'm looking at YOU, Jobby. Your naivity disgusts me. I could sell you a bottle of nitroglycerine claiming it to be soda, with the LABEL on it, and you'd still drink it. That makes me sick to my stomach. When we wrestle on March 4, you're gonna get schooled. And maybe the damage I do to your head can reverse the effects of idiocy!
Juri: I'm going to squash the belief that women can't compare to the men, something that EWT's own Oceanic is doing but only on a small scale. I'll destroy an embodiment of the American female wrestler when I will introduce my knees into Terina's million dollar face. Or maybe, if she's extra special, she'll experience the move that drove me to the top in Japan. And after I'm done with her, I'll dismantle Thunder and Jupiter single handedly. March 4, my path of destruction will begin.
Terina: I'm not one to elevate myself, but Juri, you're nothing compared to me. You think a woman can't be considered very attractive AND be a good wrestler. You think I have to rip off a move from a retired Puro star? I don't. Maybe YOU do. But I'm better than that. You understand? March 4, you'll believe me. Take my word for it.
“....March 4th, one team will fail....”
Jobby: Because you're messing with the Posse!
Thunder: Because you're messing with the great.
Axel: Because you're messing with the Icon.
Jupiter: Because you're messing with the powerful.
Juri: Because you don't know who you are messing with.
Terina: Because you're messing with the best of them all.
Jobby: “The Wrestle Posse” .....Tenacious J .....&......
Thunder:T.....
Axel: ...... A!
Jupiter:.....J.....
Juri: .....and a Broken Rose....
Terina:.....T!
"EWT presents March 4th, live on PPV!"
*Fade into another commercial.*
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Post by Koda, Master Crunchyroller on Feb 27, 2007 0:13:09 GMT -5
* "Runaway" by Linkin Park begins playing *
Lillian: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Jobstown, New Jersey, Job Bher!
Job strides down to the ring, and rolls into the ring.
* Kazarian's music begins to play *
Lillian: And his opponent, Frankie Kazarian!
Kazarian does not come out.
Lillian: And his opponent, Frankie Kazarian!
All of a sudden an arrogant laughter comes onto the screen. Kazarian is show backstage laying in a pool of his own blood, and further back, but still in the shot, is Ted Dibiase laying amongst the broken pieces of a wooden table. The camera finally pans up to "The President" Koda Kazar.
Koda: Hello Job. How ya doing? Well, I'm sorry your scheduled match no longer can happen tonight, as...well, as you can plainly see, your opponent has been knocked senseless.
Job grabs Lillian's mic.
Job: You, you bastard! What have you done?! Neither of those men hav done anything to you! What did they do to deserve this?!
Koda: Oh, stop your whining. You're still going to have a match tonight, just not the kind you'd expect.
Out of nowhere, three men, each around Koda's height, slid into the ring, one from each of his sides, and one from the side behind him. A black male, obviously the ring leader, socks Job hard in the jaw. He whips Job into the arms of one of his flunkies. He grabs Job and heaves him into the air. The last guy super kicks Job in the mouth on the way down. The black man then lifts Job up, and gives him a Dominator. The white guy with long hair grabs Job and gives him a crucifix powerbomb, and then the last guy, the white guy with no hair at all gives him a sit down powerbomb. The three men stand over a broken Job Bher.
Koda: Job, I'd like you to meet my Cabinet! At March 4th, you have no chance in hell, as you'll have to deal with barbed wire and me on the inside of the ring, and you'll have to deal with those three men on the outside of the ring!
We go to commercial, as Koda's Cabinet celebrate in the ring over Job Bher.
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Post by Banned Member on Feb 27, 2007 1:35:09 GMT -5
*Merc is taping up his fist in his locker room when Sum Guy walks in. Merc looks up with an angry glare.
Merc: What do you want? I got to workout.
SG: Well I was just wondering what are your thoughts on Trish being back on as your manager?
*Merc just shakes his head.*
Merc: You know what Sum. I'm more than happy to have her by my side. There may be people backstage who are unhappy with that, but they don't know that this woman inspires me to be better in the ring.
SG: Well I just saw her earlier, and she seemed really depressed.
*Merc rubs the stubble on the side of his face.*
Merc: Ya well she's heartbroken, and I just hope I can turn her around.
SG: Is this about Tr....
*Merc punches the locker*
Merc: Did you just come here to ask about her?
SG: Well n--nn--nn -no. What about the title match coming up?
Merc: What about it? The fact that this is a must win? The fact that I may not ever get another title shot if I lose! The fact that a guy who has quit gets a spot? If that was me. I would be told to hit the damn road. The fact that a guy who has lost twice gets a spot? The fact just cause one guy is a "King" he gets a spot. The fact that one is well past his prime gets a spot. The fact that a guy who thinks he deserves a spot because of a faulty finish gets a spot or maybe its the fact that one guy is only good at running his mouth claiming to be Ratings.
SG: Those are all le.....
*Merc slams Sun Guy against the locker.*
Merc: No they are not!!! Out of all the losers going into the Levitation Chamber. I am the one with the most success against that fish brain of a champ we have! Let me tell you this on March 4th. Your going to see a Merc that is more focused! More blood thirsty. A merc that will make people bleed. One that will injure, and break bones if I have to, and one that will make sure that their hospital stays are as painful as possible. So on March 4th there will be No Mercy on the other seven wrestlers in that chamber with me!!!
*Merc lets go of Sum, and walks off as we fade to black*
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Post by raftshack on Feb 27, 2007 10:48:37 GMT -5
As we return from commercial.. we see the what appears to be the setting for a cheap local news show. That cliche new styles music starts up as two guys walk over to some kind of table, sitting down, with a stack of crumpled papers and such. One man wears a somberero and a fake old man beard, as the other is wearing a Pink Mohawk-wig of sorts and a monocle. Each one also has a journalist hat hanging around their throat in a odd looking necklace, as both of them seem to only be donning their tighty whities. They both both stack their papers glancing down at them, then dumping them off to the side in two nearby paper shredders...
Guy: This is Raft-Shack News... with your ace reporters Ekelez and Noobaf.
Other guy: Our top story... March 4th. Nope, those dashing lads aren't gonna be there. Or are they.... nope, thinking otherwise in pure incorrectness!
Ekelez: However, sources tell this journalistic being that according to random people on the street world, March 5th, the day after that other doo dad day, that ever so awesome rocking funkalistic team known as Raft Shack will be working their way round that rad ring.
Noobaf''s jaw drops.
Noobaf: You kid do you not?!
Ekelez simply shakes his head.
Ekelez: I assure you my fellow scoop-snooper, it ain't no jive Clive! We are indeed going to see these fantastic flamingoes in non stop action!
Noobaf: Breaking news... I'm getting reports that a certain EWT member ain't down with that, bozo. Earlier today, I was able to get in touch with him and find out what was really going on.
Ekelez: Wait... you traveled through the time river?!
Noobaf: Shush... it's a secret to everyone.
We cut to a picture of Principal Pain, except, it's been doodled all over in sharpie, the vandalizer giving him a top hat, a nose ring, and bunny ears, with an arrow drawn on pointing out he's apparently a "Nimknocker" whatever that is. Ekelez looks over to watch this prerecorded stuff.
Noobaf: So Painful Prince... tell us, why don't you like this stupendous tag team?!
Instead of Pain actually speaking though, a bunch of remixed sound clips from his EWT past play.
Pain?: I.... DON'T.... hate... Raft.... Shack.... Tyreese! Progress.... is... Raft....Shack!
Noobaf nods over and over again.
Noobaf: OH!!! So mistakes have been made and corrected it seems. Sorry to have bothered you my bro.
Pain: My....Pain....has....only....begun....Tyreese!
The sound of lots of loud spanking can be heard now in the background as Pain's maniacal laughter in phoned in through a speaker as canned laughter plays, Noobaf and Elekez look at each other.
Noobaf: Well... that be all the time we have for the moment. Tune in next week, on the most Monday of Mondays, when this strapping young duo shall rock thy world... or roll like a mole! This has not been the Cool and Mild Manatee of finesse...
Ekelez: ...nor the hot and spicy pig of acrobaticry. Back to you Emanuel.
Noobaf: Who shall I tell and pray is he?!
Ekelez YOU WILL NEVER KNOW!
"Ekelez dives off to the side from this table, crashing into a house of cards, as Noobaf watches, bobbing his head. A small news tickers scrolls across the bottom with the following words.
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Post by teamireland on Feb 27, 2007 17:25:28 GMT -5
*Cut to outside the Team Ireland locker room. The door is lying ajar & Liam O'Neill's voice van be heard from inside. The camera slowly enters. Liam is sitting on a bench in the middle of the room. His back towards the camera.* Liam: [still with back towards the camera] Naw, man! You've got it all wrong. No, I'm not mad... see these pills here? They make me not mad. It's simple as that &... SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP WILL YOU?! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! *Liam drops to the floor & bursts into tears.* Liam: And I know I'm not! They would have had me in the room if I was! It's when you're real bad that you go to the room, see? And I haven't been in the room yet! So I'm still good, see? DO YOU SEE?! You're wrong & you lie & I know it! I'LL KILL YOU! STOP SAYING THAT!!!! *Liam turns around to face the camera & we see that he is holding in his hands a doll of some sort. Though not just any doll, it's a puppet made up to look like Mysth. Liam has one hand inside the puppet head & is using his other hand to try & "choke" the puppet.* Liam: YOU'RE WRONG! YOU'RE WRONG! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! I'M NOT! *Liam walks on down the hall repeating "I'M NOT!" over & over as we cut to the next segment.*
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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 Feb 27, 2007 18:18:24 GMT -5
*we see Spyke leaning against a wall. He has his arms crossed, and is looking down at the ground. Spaz aproaches him, but Spyke doesn't pay him any attention.)
Spaz: "H-hey man... you know, all the guys are glad to see you back in EWT."
(Spyke simply stands in the same position, ignoring Spaz)
Spaz: "We were really worried when you took that fall in the Scaffold Tables match."
(again, Spyke just stands there)
Spaz: "Dammit, Spyke! Say something! You've been gone for 2 months! We just wanna know how you feel!"
(This time, Spyke looks up at Spaz glaring at him.)
Spyke: "Feel? I don't feel."
Spaz: "Spyke, your behavior lately... it's, quite frankly, starting to freak me out a little."
Spyke: "I don't care. Why? Because nobody else seemed to care when I fell. *yelling* The low point of my career and who was there in the ring to make sure I was okay?! NOBODY! Who called me while I was away to check up on me and see how I was doing? NOBODY! Why should I care about me, when nobody else cares about me?!"
Spaz: "Spyke, you know I..."
Spyke: "Shut up, I know what you're gonna say. Save it. Not once did I see your name on my Caller-ID. Not once did I see your e-mail address in my Inbox. Not once during that two months of personal pain, anguish, and hell, did I even think that you might care. Generation Tech for life? Yeah... but I guess that only applies when I'm here to save your ass. As far as I'm concerned... Generation Tech is dead to me... and so are you."
(The crowd can be heard "ooh-ing" as Spyke turns around and walks away, leaving Spaz in shock. Fade to next segment/commercial)
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Post by Redface: Dispenser of Justice on Feb 27, 2007 19:37:34 GMT -5
*The Lights go down as "Temptation" by Cradle of Filth begins to Fill the Arena. The song plays for about 30 seconds, then The Lights come up as Redface Appears at the top of the Ramp as The Red Pyro goes off*
David Penzer: The Following Match is scheduled for one fall and is to be fought under "Toolshed Rules"! Coming to ring weighing in at 320lbs, he is from Bridgeport, CT! He is: Redface RooooooooooooooDGERS!
*The crowd cheers loudly Rodgers he begins to make his way down to the ring. Mike Tenay & Tazz are at ring side*
Tenay: With just a week until the next EWT Pay-per-view, the ominously titled "March 4th" there pressure is already mounting in the EWT locker room!
Tazz: and can ya blame'em, Mike? This "March 4th" is going to be HUGE!
Tenay: NO DOUBT. You've got EWT Tri-State Championship: The Defending Champion, Mike Ragnal versus the underdog, Oceanic! You've got an EWT Legend, Trik Turner, return to THIS RING to issue an open challenge, you've got Tag Team Elimination Chamber for the EWT Tag-Team Championships, and who can forget: THE LEVIATHAN CHAMBER! What is sure to be the most brutal match in the history of EWT!
Tazz: Don't forget, Mike, You've also got this man, Redface Rodgers goin' up against Chris Indigo for EWT Toolshed Championship!
Tenay: and what a match that's bound to be! The eager, young up-and-comer, Redface Rodgers vs. the reigning EWT Toolshed Champion, Chris Indigo!
*Redface look down at the area surrounding the ring, as it is littered with various weapons. He circles the ring until he sees one that suits him: A Barbed-wire Baseball Bat. He then enters the ring and awaits his opponent*
*Dale Torborg's Music fills the arena as he enters with a black velvet bag in his hand.*
Penzer: And from Mountainside, NJ, Weighing in at 275 lb, HE IS DALE TOOOOOOOOORBORG!
Tenay: Tazz, what are your thoughts on today's match?
Tazz: It's gonna be bloody, Mike. VERY BLOODY!
*He makes his way to the ring, scans the ground a bit, picks up a kendo stick, and enters the ring. he puts the bag down near the edge of the ring and then moves towards the center of the ring. The Ref signals for the bell and the match is underway. they circle each other, looking for a chance to strike.*
Tazz: This match is gonna be crazy, Mike. I mean, lookit all dose WEAPONS!
Tenay: Only in EWT do they push the envelop like that. Although, a toolshed match doesn't usually have weapons strewn around the ring like that. That was all the Idea of Redface Rodgers, a fierce competitor and Backyard wrestling legend!
Tazz: You're tellin' me, Mike! Redface has competed in over 20 backyard wrestling federations across America! Dis kid probably picked up a few dirty tricks along the way, y'knowwhatimean?
*Redface swings the bat at Torborg's head but he deftly side-steps the attack, and retaliates with a might swing of his kendo stick, which connects to Rodgers' stomach. The attack brings Redface to his knees. Torborg then proceeds to unleash several shots on Rodger's back. Torborg continues to unleash kendo-stink shot after shot as Rodgers attempts to get back to his feet*
Tenay: HOW MUCH PUNISHMENT CAN ONE MAN TAKE??
Tazz: Rodgers is one tough S.O.B, Mike, don't count him out just yet!
*Redface barley gets to his feet and ends Torborg's barrage with a quick swipe of his Baseball bat. Rodgers the begins to rake the Barbed-wire Baseball Bat against Torborg's face.*
Tenay: OOOH GOD! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! JUST RAKING THAT BARBED-WIRE BASEBALL BAT ACROSS THE FOREHEAD, of Dale Torborg!
Tazz: I know, I KNOW! It's like rakin' a cheese grader across 'im!
*Redface exits the ring and then looks under the ring apron and pulls out a table. He then slides the table in to the ring he then looks around his feet and sees some lights tubes, which he grabs as he re-enters the rings.*
Tenay: UH OH, Tazz! Redface has the light tubes! He's been know to do some damage with those!
Tazz: That's Right! Redface has his little buddies!
*Torborg has slowly been trying to get back to his feet by grabbing onto the rope. Redface walks over to Torborg non-chalantly and smashes one of his light tubes across Torborg's head, causing him to fall to his knees.*
Tenay & Tazz: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
*Redface pulls Torborg to his feet and Irish whips him into the turnbuckle. Redface then positions him self near the opposite turnbuckle. Redface takes a three point stance waiting for Torborg to stir, as Torborg is currently idle against the turnbuckle. As soon as Torborg begins to balance back on his feet, Redface takes off, charging towards Towards. As Redface is charging towards Torborg, he leaps into the air, launching himself into Torborg. The crowd pops to see such a move*
Tenay: OOOOOOOOOOOH! WHAT WAS THAT?
Tazz: The Red Scare! One of Redface's signiture moves from his heyday in Backyard wrestling.
*Redface staggers to his feet, Torborg is basically out cold. Rodgers begins to set up the table he dragged into the ring*
Tenay: MORE? This is just sick, YOU'VE WON! END THE MATCH!
Tazz: Redface is just gonna keep this match goin' until he thinks it's time to end it.
*As Redface is setting up the table, he notices the bag Torborg brought into the match, he walks over to the bag, picks it up, looks inside and smiles. he walks over to the table and dumps its contents onto the Table: Thumbtacks.*
Tenay: UH OH!
* Redface lifts Torborg to his feet and chokeslams him into the tack-covered the table. The crowd is whiped into a fenzy. Redface presses his boot into Torborg's chest as the ref begins the 3-count.*
ONE! TWO! THREE! DING DING DING!
Penzer: Here's your winner, by way of pinfall: REDFACE RODGERS!
*The ref lifts Redface's hand into the air. Rodgers then begins making belt motions around his waist*
Tenay: Redface has sent a clear message to Chris Indigo: The kid gloves are OFF!
Tazz: I'm tellin' ya, Mike! This match at March 4th is gonna be crazy!
*Fade to black*
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Post by S-Chrome on Feb 27, 2007 19:52:16 GMT -5
*The camera fades to the center of the ring, where Tony Chimel is standing in the middle the ring. The crowd waits patiently for the veteran ring announcer to give his public address.*
Chimel: "This match is scheduled for one-fall, introducing from New York City, NY, weighing in 225 pounds..."
*Chimel is interrupted by a large, imposing man.*
Man: "Gimme that mic, loser."
*Clearly in a panic, Chimel hands the microphone over to the larger man and exits the ring. The man holding the microphone looks like any other wrestling talent that one would find in the backstage area, save for the 'Z' tattoo on his neck. With the microphone firmly in his hand, he speaks in a loud, boisterous.*
Cole: "What's going on here? Who is that?"
JBL: "You don't know who that is? Show some respect! W-who is that, anyway?!"
Man: "I am... The Z! Zach Zimmerman, and don't you forget that. Now, where was I? Ah, Yes. Introducing the maaaaan... from THE Breezy Point section of New York City, New York, making his debut match here in the EWT, weighing in at an even 225 pounds, no less, and no more..."
*"Get Over It" from OK Go begins to blast from the sound system.*
The Z: "Stand and cheer for he is the Stupendous One. And if you don't like it... you'd better get over it. He is “Stuuuuuuupendous” Sterling Schroeder!"
*Schroeder comes out from the backstage area. Once he is at the stage, he presents himself to the crowd, his shoulder shrugged and a sly smile on his face as sparks come down from up above. He wastes no time as he runs from the stage and slides into the ring. He quickly scurries up to the top rope and raises both arms to a quiet, slightly booing crowd. Meanwhile in the center of the ring, Zimmerman hands the microphone back to a cowering Chimel*
Cole: "Stupendous Sterling Schroeder? Who in the..."
JBL cuts him off.
JBL: "Do your job and call the match!"
*Meanwhile inside the ring, Zimmerman hands the mic back to Chimel.*
The Z: "Do your job."
*Undaunted, Chimel goes on with the show. *
Chimel: "And his opponent..."
Before Chimel has a chance to fully introduce his opponent, the lights go dark.*
"When a man's heart is full of deceit it burns up, dies, and a dark shadow falls over his soul.
From the ashes of a once great man has risen a curse, a wrong that must be righted.
We look to the skies for a vindicator, someone to strike fear into the black heart of the same man who created him.
The battle between good and evil has begun.
Against an army of shadows comes the Dark Warrior, the purveyor of good, with a voice of silence, and a mission of justice.
This is Sting. "
*The audience's noise level reaches a fever pitch as the legendary Sting approaches the ring from the backstage area. He high-fives various fans' outstretched arms as he makes his way down the ramp. The crowd reaches a crescendo as the stalwart and the franchise of the WCW does his trademark "WOO!" from the top rope. Schroeder stands there, unimpressed with the legend. Once Sting is done playing to the crowd, the bell rings, which means it's time to get down to business.*
Chimel: "And his opponent, from Cumming, Georgia. weighing in at 253 pounds, Sting!*
*The crowd cheers loudly for the introduction of the legend.*
*Ding-Ding-Ding*
*Both legend and newcomer stare each other down in the middle of the ring. They then begin to circle each other, trying to size one another up before they leap in the frey. The novice Schroeder begins by trying to lock-up with the The Stinger and is promptly thrown to the canvas. *
Cole: "Big rookie mistake for the newcomer, Schroeder."
*Collecting himself, Schroeder gets back up and again locks horns with Sting only to be thrown down by the bigger and stronger wrestler again. Frustrated after being thrown down twice in about twenty seconds time, Schroeder gets back up and locks with Sting for a third time. Instead of playing the strength game, Schroeder successfully lands a kick to Sting's knee.*
Cole: "And an underhanded move by the rookie there."
JBL: "Hey! He's going what he's got to do to make it here in the EWT."
*While the kick doesn't fall Sting, he does stagger around toward the turnbuckle. Seizing the opportunity, Schroeder attempts to Irish Whip Sting into the ropes, but Sting reverses him into turnbuckle. With the rookie strung up on the turnbuckle, Sting gets a running start, takes to the sky with a jump, and connects with a STINGER SPLASH.*
Cole: "Stinger Splash from the legendary Sting! Schroeder could be in trouble!"
JBL: "He could be in BIG trouble, Michael Cole."
*Schroeder staggers from the impact and hits the mat for the third time in the match. Seeing that his maneuver may have done the job, Sting pounces on the novice for a pin.*
1.
2.
Th... Kickout from Schroeder.*
Cole: "1... 2... Almost three as Schroeder kicks out."
*The seasoned veteran grabs Schroeder by the hair and promptly lifts him up. He issues a punch to the staggering novice once, twice, and once more for good measure. Sterling looks like he's in trouble again as Sting goes to the ropes and prepares to deliver a clothesline, cunningly, Schroeder ducks under the attack, grabs Sting by the back of his neck and delivers a Neckbreaker! From outside of the squared circle, Zimmerman pounds the ring canvas in jubilation.*
Cole: "Neckbreaker from Schroeder. Good counter from the rookie there."
*Seeing this as one of the few opportunities that Schroeder has or is going to have, he pounds away at the fallen Sting with repeated stomps. After he's through with the stomping, he quickly covers Sting.*
1...
2, Forceful kickout from Sting.*
JBL: "It's going to take more than that to take down the Stinger."
*Frustrated, Schroeder continues to kick away at the veteran, each kick harder than the last. He grabs the veteran and lifts him up. With quick hands, Sting breaks away from Schroeder's gasp. He hits him with a right hand, however, the rookie battles back with a right of his own. Sting begins to get the upper hand with a thuderous knife edge chop. The chops thunder throughout the arena. The excited crowd begins to chant "Stinger, Stinger"! Sting issues another chop that makes his opponent get down to one knee!*
Cole: "And Sting, the legendary veteran IS taking advantage."
*The man in black knees Schroeder to the gut and elbows him in the back of the neck. With Schroeder down on his knees, Sting calls to the crowd that it's time to finish this clown off.*
Sting: "WOOOO!"
Cole: "That's the call of Sting... he's feeling it!"
*A frustrated Zach Zimmerman gets to the apron and yells at the referee. The referee, clearly distracted runs over to converse with Schroeder's associate. Meanwhile, Sting gets in position for the Scorpion Death Drop. He locks the reverse facelock upon Schroeder.*
Cole: "He's going for the Scorpion Death Drop! But, why is Schroeder's associate up there?"
JBL: "He obviously saw something he didn't like!"
*He goes for the drop, but from behind Schroeder delivers a low blow! Sting keels over in pain.*
Cole: "Low blow from Schroeder! The ref didn't see it!"
*Seeing that his distraction worked, Zimmerman jumps down from the apron. With Sting stunned, Schroeder elbows the veteran near his windpipe, stunning him even more. He then places his leg in front of his opponent and he clutches Sting's neck and delivers an STO!*
Cole: "STO from Schroeder. This could be it!"
*He scurries to the fallen veteran and pins.*
1...
2...
3! Schroeder wins!
Cole: "I can't believe it... Schroeder wins the match."
JBL: "If that isn't an upset, Michael Cole, I don't know what is."
Cole: "Yeah, but you saw what ha--..."
JBL: "When push comes to shove, Cole, you do what it takes to win, and this Sterling Schroeder looks like he has what it takes to be a force in the true force in the EWT."
*The crowd is stunned as Schroeder is declared the winner by the referee. He raises his arms as high as he could take them. Zimmerman then jumps into the ring and raises Schroeder's left arm. He takes one more look at Sting before he exits the ring. The camera fades out at a beaten Sting, who is just coming to.*
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Fink: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Tampa, FL, weighing in at 227 pounds, Christian Cage!
*"Just Close Your Eyes" from Waterproof Blonde hits as Christian Cage comes from behind the curtain. He does his signature pose on the stage as he approaches the ring. He makes a slow descent to the ring when he is taken down from behind! Cage crumples to the hard surface in a heap. A figure with black hood over most of his face with a chair in his hand stands over him. He grabs Cage by his hair and tosses him headlong down the ramp. The crowd looks on in stunned silence as the unknown assailant stomps away at the fallen Cage. The attacker, with chair in his hand, raises the weapon high and stops. He makes sure that his intended target is the back of the head of the beaten-down Christian Cage. At a moment's notice, he raises the chair high once again and connects, hitting Cage squarely in the back of his skull with the chair. He stares at his unmoving victim,taking in the carnage he just caused. He spryly leaps onto the ring apron and enters the squared circle. The hooded man grabs the microphone from Fink hastily.*
Man "I was always told that first impressions were everything in this business. So..."
*The man removed his hood, revealing his identity.*
Man "...There you have it. Christian Cage lying bloodied on the mat, care of, Eric Rush. "
*The crowd doesn't react to the man introducing himself. Some boos are heard in the field of murmurs.*
Eric Rush "Yeah, I know... my first EWT match ends in a No Contest, or a loss via DQ, but, so what? I mean, look at this guy..."
*He points at Christian Cage who is being tended to by EMT officials.*
Eric Rush "I could tell by just looking at him in the back that he was no match for me. So, hell, I did him a favor!"
*The audience now begins to boo Rush. Rush shakes his head knowingly.*
Eric Rush "I know all of you know that this match was going to be over before it even started. And, heck, I proved you all right, didn't I? I mean, I figured that since this is a wrestling show, I figured you would rather hear five minutes of me talking than five minutes of me beating the all-holy hell out of Cage... am I right?"
*The boos and catcalls become more passionate at the cocky Rush.*
Eric Rush "But while I'm here, speaking to... *he scoffs* you people, I may as well let the rest of the... men back there in the locker room, and I use that term 'men' loosely, by the way. I'm Eric Rush, and I'm putting the EWT in a headlock and I'm NOT letting go until I become the... next... EWT... Heavyweight Champion! So until then... I strongly suggest that you "men" *he uses air quotes to describe the term men* stand back... and watch me work."
*"Never Enough" from Eminem hits as Rush hands the mic back to Fink and heads up the ramp to the backstage area to mostly boos from the crowd.*
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