Curly Long
AC Slater
Midget Wrestling Master
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Post by Curly Long on Feb 27, 2007 20:03:25 GMT -5
*Curly Long is watching Tv, it is a clip from there last match againts the New Foundation. Mr. Big is making the cover on Jim Neidhart who got Powerslammed on a chair. The referee didn't see it placed there by Curly and makes the three count!*
CURLY LONG: That's it, simple effective cheating. No masked men no brass band distraction. Just one chair, simple. Ain't that right big guy.
*Mr. Big is sitting on a sofa playing catch with a ball and the wall. It is almost rythmical.*
MR. BIG: Uh huh.
CURLY: SO now that we have are tactics sorted it's time for some good old R&R. I'm off to Mina's motel room for some down right dirty ...
*Big pauses in his almost mindless game*
MR. BIG: Stop, no graphic details ...
CURLY: Ok ok, you just be ready for our big match at March 4th 200 ... oh S***!!
*Mr. Big suddenly explodes in fury, the ball whizzes past Curly's ear like a meteor. Curly Long high tails it out of the room towards the car park as Mr. Big smashes the office up in a fit of rage. He charges out of the room and heads the other way! Mr. BIg can't seem to calm down as all the promotional posters have the date on them. The mayhem continues as we fade out*
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Indigocrates
Unicron
I got bored. Decided to become a philosopher. Just 'cause.
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Post by Indigocrates on Feb 27, 2007 23:05:08 GMT -5
*Christopher Indigo is seen backstage sitting in front of a TV monitor, doing clapping.*
Christopher: "Bravo, Redface. You just defeated the Kiss Demon. You were in a doubleplus amount of danger there, the same amount of danger if I were to wipe my ass too quickly! You're not impressing anyone with this prolefeed you call matches, Redface. Your ducktalk suggets that you get it done in the ring, rather than run your mouth "like me". I could find the nearest prole and do the same to him as you do out there, Redface. I'm unlike other wrestlers, and our match is unlike other matches. On March 4th, there will be no calling for DQ. There will be no ropebreaks. There will only be one man leaving, Redface. I suppose you remember when I "accepted" your challenge. If I could lkeave you a bloody heap in 2 minutes, imagine what will happen in 20. See you soon...
*Indigo gets up and leaves as we cut to the next segment.*
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Post by Tha Kid Joker on Feb 27, 2007 23:21:02 GMT -5
The camera fades back in after a commercial break, shortly before the recognizable music of "The Masterpiece" Chris Masters begins to play. The crowd boos--not out of hatred of his character, but out of hatred of his matches. Some begin to get up to take a quick piss break, but most stop and stare at the ramp when it becomes evident that Chris Masters isn't coming out. His music continues to play, and after a few seconds the semi-conscious body of Chris Masters comes flying from behind the curtain! Soon after, Cassinova walks out from behind the curtain the steps over the body of Masters, stopping at the top of the ramp to soak in the boos. Masters' music reaches the point where the gongs begin to go off, and Cassinova copies The Masterpiece's entrance taunts exactly, pyro intact. He then laughs to himself grimly and throws Chris Masters all the way down the ramp, rolling him into the ring.
Cassinova, who has most likely by now mastered the art of jumping people from behind, slides into the ring after Masters. He picks him up and simply delivers his devastating California DreamDriver, just as the bell rings, and pins Masters shortly thereafter...
1...
2...
3!
The bell rings and Cassinova gets off of Chris Masters before standing up and looking at the Toomi-Tron. He smirks slightly and uses his hands to form a title belt in the air around his waist and rolls out of the ring. He seems to stop and think for a bit before turning and rolling back into the ring. He calls for a microphone, and the ring announcer throws him one. "Square Dance", which has already started to play, fades out as Cassinova raises the microphone to his lips.
Cassinova: Drunks, junkies, and bums of EWT, listen to my gospel. In case you have been living under a rock (or in a mobile home lacking cable television), EWT Ox-Division Champion and admitted beastiality enthusiast Crauswell has somehow obtained the rights to have a Gauntlet match. A match that I refused to sign up for when the subject was brought up, since it was obviously only made so I'd have a better chance of losing. Well, Craus, I refuse to play your little games, and you'll soon see that I have some games of my own that I like to play. Have your little match on March... er...
He remembers hearing something about Mr. Big backstage.
Cassinova: ...El cuatro de marzo.
A Spaniard who bears a striking resemblance to Mr. Big gets up from his third row seat and begins screaming in anger. He throws his chair at someone, and the entire section of fans begin to fight one another! Security rushes to break things up and restore order as Cassinova looks confused in the ring.
Cassinova: Wow... I guess it's true after all. If you throw a chair, a brawl's going to break out no matter where you are. Hah, fancy that. Anyway, back to Cockbreath Crauswell. Craus, go ahead and have your match, and I sincerely hope you win. When I win that Ox-Division title--which'll be in the near, near future--I want you to be the one looking at all the pretty lights as I celebrate my rise to fame. Savor every second with that title, Crauswell, because the clock is ticking faster than ever.
Cassinova smirks and laughs slightly before climbing out of the ring. He begins to head up the ramp, and as he walks towards the back, the camera catches his smirk growing ever wider as if some kind of plot has just hatched into his head.
FADE TO COMMERCIAL
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on Feb 28, 2007 4:52:19 GMT -5
*We are now live from the EWT arena. Mysth is in the middle of the ring, sitting on a chair, a microphone in the hand.*
Mysth : Ladies and gentlemen, you the people I' m fighting for !
*The crowd pops for this comment.*
Mysth : As you' ve seen, my last match was, as everyone expected, a success for myself, and therefore, I won the right to chose the stipulations on my next match, which will be against Shane Malone...
*Several crowd members start looking impatient and excited to hear which stipulation Mysth chose, and they start chatting about whatever it could be.*
Mysth : You know... I' ve been thinking about this one for a long time, and I found a very sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet idea !
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My match against the Celtic Giant...
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Will be...
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The first...
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Ever...
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HANDCUFF MATCH !!
*The crowd looks puzzled and wonders what Mysth means.*
Mysth : Now, since it has never been booked before, I will explain what exactly IS a Handcuff Match. Well, as the name says it, it involves handcuffs. The goal of a Handcuff Match is pretty simple, it is to either handuff both of your opponents' hands or handcuff only one, but tie the other part of the handcuff to one of the rings which you can find on the poles, because YES ! The handcuff match also has POLES ! There will be a pole at each corner of the ring, and on top on these poles will be plates, on which are boxes, inside which there can be the handcuffs, the handcuffs' keys - which can help you to unhandcuff yourself if only one of yout hands is cuffed - or be empty !! Other than that, the match is no holds barred ! And once again, there is only ONE WAY to defeat your opponent, and it is to handcuff both of his hands or tie him to one of the poles. No DQ, no submission, no pin fall ! This one is only about handcuffs ladies and gentlemen !
*The crowd seems to like the idea as they give Mysth a very good reaction.*
Mysth : Oh and... O' Hare... if you really hope that Malone and O' Neill' s asses will be saved by me surrending, I say you definitely need to stop drinking your cheap guinesses and come back to the real world, because if someone is going to surrender, it' s not gonna be me. Maybe your guys want to give up in order to prevent them to get a preview of what Hell looks like, but me, I will stay in the ring until I get the victory, and none of your guys stands a chance because THEY WILL NEVER BEAT THE FRENCH !!
*At this very moment, "Rocket" hits and Liam O' Neill appears at the end of the ramp. In one hand, he has his pills box, and the other one is behind his back, hiding something. He swallows a few pills, then puts the box in his pocket, and reveals what he was hiding : the puppet that bears the image of Mysth ! The one he' s been yelling at earlier ! Mysth just stares at O' Neill and looks anxious. O' Neill takes the puppet whith both his hands, one of them holding the head and the other one holding the feet. O' Neill lifts the puppet... and tears it up !! Mysth snaps, he jumps over the top rope and lands on the floor, he runs at O' Neill who disappears backstage.*
*And we go to the next segment.*
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Post by Ultimo Chocula on Feb 28, 2007 14:08:14 GMT -5
(The Mysth promo goes into a commercial featuring Sandman, drunk out of his mind and wearing a yellow do rag.)
Sandman: "Yoo wanna get harrrcorr? Yoo wanna get exxstreeem? You wanna dewwit on.......bee.....vee..........*BEEP!*"
(We get away from that train wreck to feature King Ultimo at a podium wearing a red pinstiped suit and wearing his cape and Super Rad crown with a giant purple and gold EWT backdrop in the background. On either side of him are his respective partners in Ultimo Dragon, PsyToni Tennille on the right and The Daryl Dragon on the left. UC pontificates...)
UC: "This Sunday, my fine people! This Sunday will be the dawn of a new era all up in this *BEEP!* The era of the Ultimo Monarchy!"
Tennille: (with a blinding smile on her face) "And that's no malarkey!"
UC: "No it's not! March 4th, 2007 is coming up and this is the biggest opportunity of our careers! And are we up to the challenge? You better believe it, buster!"
Tennille: "You could say we're going to......march forth.....into March 4th!"
UC: "Not only that, we're going to steamroll into March 4th! We're going to snatch up all the gold and rule this fed with an iron fist!"
Tennille: "An iron fist of love!"
UC: "The World Title? (points to himself) Right here! The OX Division title? (points to Dragon) Right there! The Tag Titles? All of the above!"
Tennille: "My goodness!"
UC: "I know there's some ragamuffins out there who are in deep denial about the whole idea, Ricketts and Truck for example! Well I say, nuts to them! And nuts to you if you think they can! We're on a roll! Not even that sawed off runt Curly Fries messing around in our matches can stop us!"
Tennille: "He's not pulling your leg!"
UC: "This Sunday is the Sunday of the Ultimo Dragon! This will be the event where we elevate ourselves to the upper echelons of kings, presidents, leaders, emperors, dictators, and other such Cadillacs of men!"
Tennille: "Vroom! Vroom!"
UC: "We will be held in such high regard as other immortal leaders as Edmund II of England, King of Sweden Adolf Frederick, and French President Felix Faure!"
Tennille: "Ooh la la!"
UC: "Zoot Allures!"
Daryl Dragon: "How do you hide money from your wife? Put it in your hat!"
(Canned laughter)
UC: "Folks, if I were you I'd take your children's collage fund and bet it all on an Ultimo Dragon clean sweep! It's in the bag! There's nobody in the entire EWT cooler, hotter, or any degree of your choosing! Three titles and one crown down, two more titles to go!"
Tennille: "Long live the king!"
UC: "And he will!"
(UC gives three snaps and the camera goes to another commercial featuring the very stewed Sandman.)
Sandman: "Yoo wanna get harrrcorr? (staggers around) Yoo wanna get exxstreeem? (gets up in the camera's face) Yoo wanna donut..........ohn........exxsss..........dot...............vee dee...........dot.............dot................"
(Sandman passes out and we go the next segment.)
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Post by teamireland on Feb 28, 2007 16:07:02 GMT -5
*"Rocket" by Braund Reynolds begins playing in the EWT Arena & Liam O'Neill races to the ring with a crazed look in his eyes. He awaits his opponent.*
*It's Christy Hemme!*
Tony Schiavone: CHRISTY HEMME VS. LIAM O'NEILL! This is the greatest night in the [Tony gets out a thesaurus]... great history of our... [he checks the thesaurus again]... great sport! Scott Hudson: She's been ranting about how she wants competition & now she's here in EWT where she'll get the best competition of all.
*Christy gets in the ring & tries starting a test of strength with Liam. O'Neill accepts & is surprised by Christy's power as she starts bringing him to his knees. Then she releases him & slaps him viciously across the face. Liam snaps & from his kneeling position he sets Christy in the "Celtic Knot"! Christy is screaming! Liam cranks the pressure on the hold even more. Christy submits.*
DING-DING-DING!
David Penzer: Here is your winner, LIAM... O... NEILL!
*Liam isn't breaking the hold he keeps it on & isn't letting up at all. The bell rings a few more times, but Liam won't stop! The referee calls Penzer towards him.*
Penzer: Ladies & Gentlemen, the referee has reversed his decision. The winner of the match is Christy Hemme!
*But Christy is in no mood to celebrate. The announcement that he has now lost drives Liam even more insane! He cranks on the "Celtic Knot" as hard as he possibly can!* Schiavone: She's a woman! Somebody get in there & stop this insanity! *Liam, suddenly releases the hold. He looks at Christy's body on the floor & cradles her head. He nervously glances around & quickly exits up the ramp.*
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on Feb 28, 2007 16:54:41 GMT -5
*We' re in the EWT arena and the last finishing touches have been made for this very special match ! The ring now is equipped with a pole in each corner, at the top of these poles are plates, and on these plates are boxes. Each of the poles has a ring on its base.*
David Penzer: Ladies and gentlemen ! It is now time for the first ever Handcuff Match !
*The crowd pops when they hear this match is about to start. At the same time, "Otherworld" hits and Mysth appears at the end of the ramp.*
Penzer: Introducing first, from Strasbourg, France, weighing in a 238 lbs, he is the man who called this match... A Darkness In The Light... MYSTH !!
*Mysth slides into the ring and spreads his arms for the crowd, which gives a very nice reaction. Mysth then looks at the four poles, obviously wondering which one of them countains the handcuffs and the keys. He turns his head when he hears "Amhrán na bhFiann."*
Penzer: And his opponent, from Galway, Ireland and weighing in at 297 lbs, representing Team Ireland, The Celtic Giant... SHANE MALOOOOONE !!
Tony Schiavone: Greetings, EWT fans. I'm Tony Schiavone, with me tonight is my broadcast colleague, Scott Hudson. Scott this is quite an interesting match up we have here. Scott Hudson: That's an understatement, Schiavone. Not only is there a clash of styles between Mysth & Malone, but this is the first ever match of it's kind. The first handcuff match in history!
*Shane enters into the ring and he and Mysth immediately exchange heated words and try to get their hands on each other, and the referee is struggling to separate them. He eventually manages to do so and sends them in opposite corners, near a pole. He then asks for a microphone, which he receives immediately.*
Referee: Now, ladies and gentlemen, let me remind you the rules of this particular match. In one of the boxes that you see at the top of the poles is a pair of handcuffs, in another one are the keys to these handcuffs, and two of them are empty. The goal is to get the handcuffs, and either handcuff both of yout opponent' s hands, or handcuff only one of his hands but tie the other part of the handcuffs to one of the rings you see at the base of the poles. In the case in which one of the wrestlers would get only one of his hands cuffed, but the second one remains free, he doesn' t lose the match, but the only way for him to win would be to find the key, free his hand from the handcuffs, then handcuff his opponent ! I remind you that the handcuffing is the ONLY way to win this match. There are no pinfalls, no submissions, and since this match is no holds barred, there are no disqualifications ! And now, let' s get this match underway !!*
DING DING !!
*The two men immediately lock up, and Malone lifts Mysth over his head for a Gorilla Slam, but Mysth counters, slides behind his back, and as Malone turns around, Mysth hits a Tornado DDT ! Malone starts getting up while Mysth runs to the ropes, he bounces and hits a Shining Wizard ! Mysth pulls Malone by the hair, but Malone punches him in the guts and manages to perform a Side Suplex ! He runs at Mysth and hits him with an Elbow Drop, then pulls him by the hair and hits a Body Slam. Malone wants to get Mysth on his feet but Mysth traps him in a Drop Toe Hold. Both Shane Malone and Mysth get up, Mysth jumps on Malone' s shoulders in order to try for a Hurracanrana but Malone turns it into a Powerbomb !*
Schiavone: An impressive showing by Mysth, but Malone clearly has his wits about him!
*With Mysth on the ground, Malone goes to a pole and starts climbing it in order to get one of the boxes. He can almost grab one when suddenly Mysth rises, runs at him and hits him with an elbow ! Malone is on the ground, Mysth gets on the apron, grabbing the ropes, and when Malone gets up, jumps on the top rope in order to hit a Missile Dropkick ! Now Mysth tries to climb the same pole as Shane Malone, but he gets stopped as well, as Malone, under Mysth, turns his back to the turnbuckle, he grabs Mysth' s hips, Mysth struggles, but eventually fails and Malone hits the IRISH CAR BOMB !! Mysth is lying on the ground, and Malone is free to restart climbing the pole. He reaches the top of it, grabs the box and goes down. He opens the box... it' s empty !!*
Hudson: Malone's efforts have been in vain! After that monumental struggle "The Celtic Giant" is empty handed!
*Malone is shocked to have fought Mysth to get this box for nothing, and he doesn' t see that Mysth rose behind him ! Mysth gets behind Malone' s back, what is he going to do ? A German Suplex ? A Spinning Hurracanrana ? NO ! He just... pats Shane Malone' s shoulder, Malone turns around quickly and gets hit with a Clothesline that sends him over the top rope ! Mysth takes a run-up, then he rushes to the ropes, and jumps over them for a Shooting Star Press while Malone was getting up !! Malone is on the ground, and Mysth looks under the ring for some weapons, but Malone comes back and grabs Mysth, he punches him several times to the head until they reach the announcers' table. Schaivone & Hudson can be seen quickly moving out of the way just before Malone hits the GIANT' S CAUSEWAY THROUGH THE TABLE !! The crowd is going wild !!*
Hudson: GOOD NIGHT! MALONE JUST DESTROYED OUR TABLE!!! Schiavone: This match is absolutley insane
*Shane Malone gets back into the ring while Mysth is lying among the debris. He climbs another pole and grabs the box. When he climbs down and checks what' s inside, he discovers... the handcuffs ! The precious handcuffs ! He proudly shows them to the crowd whivh gets even crazier ! Malone gets out of the ring and goes back to Mysth. He grabs Mysth' s right hand and handcuffs it. He grabs the left hand, but Mysth rises from the dead and starts punching Malone in the belly, he manages to get Malone to move back and hits a Headscissors Takedown which throws Malone against the steel steps !! Now Mysth must get the keys if he wants to free his hand and later handcuff Malone, so he gets back into the ring and climbs a third pole. At the same moment as he gets back to the ground Malone gets up and slides into the ring and runs at Mysth, who smashes the box into Malone' s head !! Mysth checks the box... but finds out it' s empty ! Now he' s really angry, he throws the box on the ground, and he doesn' t see Malone who gets behind him and hits a Backdrop ! Then he smashes Mysth' s head against the ground several time, then he he positions himself over Mysth and grabs his left hand in order to handcuff the second hand... but suddenly, his face changes and takes an expression of deep pain ! And the camera shows where this pain come from : Mysth' s leg is up between Malone' s legs ! LOW BLOW !! Mysth pulls Malone by the hair and punches him several times, then Irish whips him and runs at the ropes, then hits a Flying Clothesline !*
Schiavone: Mysth is resorting to some rather desperate tactics to win this match. Hudson: It's all legal in a handcuff match, Tony... isn't it? I'm pretty sure it is, anyway.
*Now that Malone is on the mat, Mysth starts to climb the last pole. He reaches the box, gets back down and opens it, and at last finds the key he' s been looking for ! Mysth then unlocks the handcuff and frees his right hand, but just after gets hit by a Powerful Lariat by Shane Malone ! Malone then leaves the ring and looks for a weapon. He gets a table but doesn' t see that Mysth got back up and he gets hit by a Baseball Slide that sends him into the guardrail !! Mysth then gets out of the ring himself and brings Malone back into it, but before coming back, Mysth gets a kendo stick !! He slides into the ring and as Malone gets up, he hits him with the stick in the face ! He hits him a second time, in the back this time ! He goes for a third try, but Malone grabs the stick and breaks it in half with his knee ! Shane Malone looks mad, he grabs Mysth, sets him in a Dragon Suplex position, which means he' s ready for the DRAGON SLAYER !! Malone goes for it... but he' s countered !! Mysth lands behind him and as Malone turns, Mysth grabs his throat... MYSTHERIOUS WAYS !!*
Schiavone: Incredible! Mysth, the 238 lbs cruiserweight, managed to lift the 297 lbs Celtic Giant!
*Mysth handcuffs Shane Malone' s right hand, and since they' re next to a pole, he ties the other part of the handcuff to its ring ! It' s over !!*
DING DING DING DING DING !!
Penzer : Here is your winner of the first ever Handcuff match... MYSTH !!
Schaivone: This has easily been the Greatest Handcuff match in the history of our sport!
*"Otherworld" hits and Mysth makes his way back, all by high fiving fans in the process; and before he leaves the arena and gets backstage, he looks proudly at the ring, smiling, and finally spreads his arms for the crowd, which gives him a huge reaction. On the ring, Shane Malone wakes up and realizes he' s tied to the pole. He pulls on the handcuff but that' s useless, he' ll stay here until the end of the show... at least...*
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Post by Oceanic on Mar 1, 2007 14:32:46 GMT -5
We come back from commercial and the scene cold opens to a rooftop. The camera spins around and we get a closeup shot of Oceanic's face, who's holding the camera and pointing it at herself. "This Sunday, as everyone is well aware, I will be facing Mike Ragnal for the EWT Tri State title. Mike and I, we have a bit of a history. We came in to the EWT around the same time and his sister Linda and I used to be pretty close. With Linda, of course, came the other two Ragnals. Joe was pretty base. Not much happening. But Mike, well, he's a bit more complex. While he gave off the impression that he's just a nice guy who wants to compete with the best the EWT has to offer, there was something that always bugged me about him, and until just recently I didn't know what that was. But now it's all too clear. Mike Ragnal has a compulsion. We all do, myself included. For example, if I see something with Snoopy on it, I have to buy it. Case in point...." Oceanic pans the camera down to her shirt, which indeed has Snoopy on it, then pans back up to her face. "But unlike me, Mike Ragnal's compulsion is far more self destructive. Mike Ragnal's compulsion is he has to have the Tri State title. He needs it. He's addicted to it like cocaine or speed. The very idea of him losing it causes him to break out in a cold sweat. That got me to thinking. What in the world could cause this seemingly normal man to completely lose it if the idea were to enter his head that he won't be the Tri State Champion forever, which is exactly what will happen come Sunday. Then it occurred to me. Most personality quirks can be traced back to childhood, and as we all know Mike Ragnal was born and raised in Scranton, PA. I myself wouldn't know what it would be like to grow up there since I was raised in Kauai, which looks like this..." The camera pans to a poster hanging on the wall that displays this image and pans back to her face. "Beautiful, isn't it? Conversely, Mike Ragnal was raised here..." The camera pans over to the city scape that looks thusly and pans back over to her face. "I've never seen so much grey in my life. So let's take a little tour of Scranton and see if we can't get to the bottom of Mike Ragnal's sad psychotic disorder." The scene suddenly goes to a panning shot out of the window of a moving car passing by a strip mall. "Visit all of the lovely tourist attractions Scranton has to offer. Blockbuster........Best Buy...........Pizza Hut..........Tower Records..........McDonald's..........Starbucks..........KFC...........pawn shop..........it goes on and on like this." The next shot is on the inside of a museum. "This is the Houdini Museum, dedicated to the most talented escape artist in history. His greatest trick was escaping from Scranton." Next shot: the local baseball field. "Scranton is home to the Triple A baseball team The Scranton/Wilkes Barre Yankees. So not only did they have to rip off the name of their major league affiliate, it's the scummiest team in the league. A town full of Yankee fans. I know the Phillies aren't all to hot but at least they aren't the Yankees." Next shot: A large concert space. "Here we have the Toyota Pavilion at Montage Mountain. This venue was a lame attempt to be considered a music hub like the Philadelphia hardcore scene, which was immediately shattered when the first act ever booked here was the Dave Matthews Band. Just imagine. This whole area jam packed with spoiled preppie kids living off their parent's trust fund. No wonder this place can't get any good bands to perform here. It's been tainted with frat boy stink." Next shot: Another museum. "This is the Electric City Trolley Museum, a local landmark dedicated to reliving the downfall of the town's economy when the railroad industry took a nose dive. Imagine that. Reliving the good old days when the they weren't all that good to begin with." Next shot: A magazine on a table. "I did some digging around in the library and I found a particularly interesting edition of the Washington Post. In it there's an article describing Scranton and it's neighboring town Wilkes/Barre. Says here that Wilkes Barre is "awful" and Scranton is "awfuler". I didn't even know that was a word. To top the whole thing off it lists Scranton as a contender for, and I swear this is a quote, "armpit of America". Good luck with that, Scranton. Next shot: A familiar looking building if you ever watch NBC on Thursdays at 8:30. "For a brief instant I got excited that I might get to meet some of the cast members of The Office, which takes place here in Scranton. But as it turns out they shoot the episodes on a sound stage far, far away from here. This is actually just a deserted office building they use for exterior shots. My hopes of meeting Steve Carrell are shattered. Now I know what it's like to be a local. Constant disappointment." Next shot: Oceanic holding the camera to her face on the side of the road. "And now for my favorite part of the tour." She pans over to a road sign which reads "You are now leaving Scranton" and pans back over to her face. "The part where I leave. I was only in this town for three hours and in that time I came to fully know what it's like to be Mike Ragnal, and why he's so obsessed with the Tri State title. You see, the title is the only thing that separates him from the rest of the nondescript, unexciting, and out right dull residents of Scranton. It's the one thing that makes him stand out. When he comes back to town he's hailed as a hero. Mike Ragnal is the Scrantonite who "made it", a local celebrity the likes this town will never see again. Then on Monday morning, when the news that the Local Boy Made Good lost his title to me, he'll be right back to being another zero, just like everyone else, and he'll have to get used to that fact, because when I beat him he won't get so much as a sniff of that belt ever again." The camera pans down to the ground and suddenly goes to static.
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Post by pta on Mar 1, 2007 15:24:13 GMT -5
TNA rather creepy sounding music starts up as the bell sounds for this upcoming match.
Announcer: This contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Father James Mitchell,from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 350 pounds, the Monster Abyss!
Abyss lets on his muffled yells as he stomps down to the ring to quite a bit of heat, Mitchell cackling as he walks behind, both men eventually reaching the ring, Abyss simply gazing menacingly about the area.
The Sinister tones of pomp and Circumstance soon follow, the heat intensifying as everyone pretty much boos theirs heads off.
Announcer: Introducing the opponent, accompanied by Principal Pain, now residing in Dover Delaware, weighing in at 226 pounds, Tutor Tyreese!
Tyreese has a rather confident smile as he walks down the rampway, arms folded behind his back, as he gives a simple wave to a loudly booing crowd. Pain follows behind, a rather annoyed look on his face, he probably saw that Raft-Shack vignette.
Tutor enters the ring, after wiping his feet of course, walking over and examining the larger Abyss, as he thinks a bit, circling the ring, Abyss however just standing still and menacingly, watching close. Tyreese goes from side to side before charging forward, only to stop himself mid run, slowly walking backwards as he starts circling again, looking to be diving for a knee clip, but stopping himself, the crowd booing, now chanting. "Start the Match!" Abyss does so, charging forward, trying to take Tyreese's head off with a clothesline. The tutor ducks underneath, latching on with a waistlock, which Abyss elbows out of easily. He turns around, hitting Tyreese with a forearm,, staggering him, than charging for another clothesline, which Tyreese turns into a Drop Toe Hold. He immediately transitions into a single leg crab, but the monster powers out before he can do damage. Tyreese stops himself on the ropes, as Abyss blindly charges again, Tyreese ducking and lowering a rope, causing Abyss to step right over to the outside! He tumbles to the mat as Tyreese simply stands there, waiting...
Abyss finally recovers, entering the ring, However as soon as he does, Tyreese catches him as he stands with a knee clip! Abyss grunts, dropping down slightly, but not too affected, Tyreese meanwhile bouncing off the ropes hitting a second to the same leg. Abyss growls, as the Tutor quickly grabs the bad leg, only to get piefaced by Abyss, then kicked off. He growls, charging again, Tyreese catching him with a Hip Toss, then dropping down and trying a Cross Armbar. Abyss quickly pulls himself free, delivering some stiff shots to Tyreese's skull. The tutor blocks a few, then catches one, trying to pull the monster back to the mat, locking in a leg lace as he does so. Abyss goes back down to the mat, as Tyreese rolls up, grabbing a knee and smashing it into the mat, before dropping back down, looking for that Single Crab again. Abyss tries kicking free again, but Tyreese manages to keep it on. Eventually the monster kicks himself free with the other leg, rising up, not too affected, than pulling the tutor up by the neck, rocking him with some more fists, then hoisting him up, looking for a torture rack, perhaps into a neckbreaker. Tyreese again slips free, dropping behind and once again, diving and hitting that same leg, as Abyss grunts, dropping down again, Tyreese then hoisting it up, right into a Dragon Screw, as he immediately locks in a Kneebar! Abyss once again tries kicking free, eventually though, the tutor catching that same leg, now locking in a Reverse Figure four on both legs! Abyss cringes slightly, quickly crawling towards the bottom rope, until Pain grabs it and holds it out of reach! Mitchell notices this, coming over and swinging his staff, cracking Pain in the chest. He growls slightly, grabbing the staff and returning the favor! Eventually the referee comes over, trying to break this impromptu fight up, giving Tyreese enough time to drag Abyss into the center of the ring, quickly applying his Class Dismisser, as Abyss groans, resisting a bit, but eventually tapping out, just in time for this fight to stop, Pain walking away. The referee runs over, than signals for the bell.
Announcer: Your winner by Submission... Tutor Tyreese!
Tyreese lets Abyss go, but not before grabbing the leg again and driving it into the mat again. He slowly rises up, as Pain enters the ring, now with a microphone, mood still sour.
Pain: RAFT SHACK... I know you idiots are back there, probably worshiping a household plant or something, but don't think I didn't see that insulting little video of yours. For your information... my relationship with Tyreese is STRICTLY PROFESSIONAL! There's no... shenanigans like that. Besides, I gave up sexual intercourse years ago... I figure there's better things I could do with my time. Not that I'm against reproducing and such... but
Tyreese quickly covers Pain's mouth... as he's starting to sweat a bit, the principal quickly composing himself.
Pain: You two lunatics better stay off of my bad side, because you see... if you dare cross me again, I will not hesitate to snap your skinny necks into... then ship you back to the insane asylum where you two belong!
Tyreese takes another microphone himself and nods.
Tyreese: But before dat... I still have an OX Division title ta secure. And this Sunday, at March 4th... I'm gonna just dat. That human avian strutting around like he's the "cock of the walk" but I'm afraid dat neither he, nor the other four unrefined and garbage wrestlers are gonna be able to stop da tutor from solidifying himself as de greatest damn grappler in this whole business!
Pain nods, trying to keep himself quiet, since all he can really think about lately is Team Raftshack... obviously since he hates them so much.
Tyreese: So everyone in the back, you bettah prepare for a new age in de world of pure wrestling. Because once I'm on top, everyone's gonna learn dat lesson they sorely need ta learn.
The crowd boos as Pomp and Circumstance starts up once again, Pain and Tyreese exitting the ring, but not before Pain takes his frustration, knocking Mitchell out with a punch as he's checking on his monster, getting more heat as we fade to the next segment.
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Post by Rick Raskall on Mar 1, 2007 16:51:09 GMT -5
Rick Raskall and Marcus Trunk are walking down the hallway when they spot a familiar face.
Raskall: Hey, it's our old buddy Lean Gene Cummerbund!
Lean Gene: Ah, Raskall and Trunk! I was just looking for you guys. I wanted to get your opinion on this week's match board and for the upcoming match on March 4th, 2007.
Raskall: Oh yeah, that Elimination Chamber thing. Do you see us worried? With Trunk's power and endurance and my sweet skills payin' the bills, not to mention three other teams girly-slapping each other into submission, it should be a cakewalk this Sunday.
Lean Gene: Good to see that you're showing a gleam of confidence, but I'd like to talk about this week's match board.
Raskall: Yeah, we were going to stop by the Toom E. Officely and skim through that thing. I'm figuring we can breeze through our match and be plenty rested for Sunday.
Lean Gene: It's a bit more serious than that, for you see, you, Rick Raskall, will be pulling double duty.
Raskall: Double duty? Like how do you mean?
Lean Gene: Well, what if I were to tell you that this week, you'll be receiving an EWT Tag Team Championship match against Team Ireland!
Raskall's eyes light up, as Trunk nods his head in approval.
Raskall: Well, hot damn! Hell, this way, we can actually walk into the match on Sunday as tag champions! We may not have time to relax with all the partying we'll be doing!
Lean Gene: Actually, I've been informed that your tag team partner in this match...will not be Marcus Trunk.
Raskall: Heh heh...come again?
Lean Gene: As a matter of fact...and remember, I'm just the messenger...it will be Team Ireland defending their EWT Tag Team Championships against Rick Raskall...
...and Curly Long.
Raskall maintains the grin on his face.
Raskall: Ha ha ha...no.
Lean Gene's expression does not change. Raskall's grin, however, has gone sour.
Raskall: You're pulling my leg, right?
Lean Gene: No, and as a matter of fact, I have a copy of the match board among my notes...
Raskall: Fine. That's okay. So you were saying that I'm pulling double duty this week, right? What else have they booked me in? Handicap against Kane and Undertaker? Cage match with Vader?
*raises eyebrows hopefully*...Pillow fight with Torrie Wilson?
Lean Gene: No, in fact, you and Marcus Trunk will be teaming up against the team of Daryl Dragon and Mr. Big.
Raskall: Okay, so like you were saying, Rick Raskall only has one match this week.
Lean Gene: Rick, you're forgetting the...
Raskall: I SAID I've only got one match this week. Because there is NO way that I will ever associate myself with that little gap-toothed Oompa Loompa, unless it involves me kicking his face in with a steel-toed boot. Now if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do. Tyra Banks has been waiting in my locker room for two hours to get my autograph. And I won't be signing with a pen, if you know what I mean.
Raskall and Trunk exit, leaving Lean Gene with a puzzled and concerned look.
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Post by Ragnal on Mar 3, 2007 14:19:10 GMT -5
*Mike Ragnal is sitting in a hotel room, his Tri-State championship on the night stand next to him. He's on the hotel's phone, talking to someone, obviously.*
MIKE: Alright, cool...nah, nah, thank YOU. It'll all pan out, trust me.
*With that, Mike hangs up the phone, and grabs the remote control next to him. As he flips through the channels, he starts to reminisce to himself.*
MIKE: I gotta admit, Oceanic's always one step ahead of me. But...looking back, I was the one that gave her that adivce.
It was a cold night in Alaska. I was calming Oceanic down about the actions my sister had been doing since she won the GND Championship. I told her...
I told her afterwards that she just needed to keep doing what she was doing. She had to take things by the horns rather than do every last thing the bookers came up with.
So...I was the one that got Oceanic where she is right now.
A Tri-State title match on March 4th, 2007.
*Mike's eyes go wide, and he hops off the bed and heads to the door. He opens it up and looks both ways, closes the door, and sighs for relief. He heads back to the bed, and picks up the remote.*
MIKE: And that's not to say it's been hard for her. She made the challenge, I accepted. She showed she meant business, and I accepted that. She made me tap out...and I accepted that.
*He stops clicking the remote's buttons, and the look in his eyes seem to be on fire.*
MIKE: But how dare she talk down my hometown? Admittingly, she's right. The city's a dump, the mayor's a jerk, his council are backstabbers, and changing the name of our minor league team from the Red Barons to the Yankees was THE dumbest thing they've ever done, PERIOD.
But dammit...I've aceepted that by now. I've come to know that city as my home, and I LIKE IT.
*Mike throws the remote against the wall, and gets up off the bed, looking into the camera.*
MIKE: Tomorrow...whether I beat Oceanic or not...there's gonna be a side of Mike Ragnal you've never experienced.
And trust me...you're all gonna like it.
*As Mike sits back down on the bed, he grabs the Tri-State title, and looks at it with a glazed look in his eyes. After a few seconds...we fade out.*
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Post by "American Cream" Dusty Loads on Mar 3, 2007 22:34:55 GMT -5
We return to the ring where we see Howard Finkel and Colt Cabana in the ring.
Fink: The following match is scheduled to one fall. Already in the ring weighing in at 222 pounds. C...M PUNK!
*Punk does the "X" Symbol with his hands. Huge pop*
*http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OORYI_9AFAI&mode=related&search= at :33 Joey Riot comes in with Julie on his arm
As he walks down the ramp he sees a little kid with his hand out for a hand slap. Joey stops, smiles at the kid and chucks his sunglasses at the kid's forehead. The kid starts crying and Joey and Julie start cracking up*
Fink: Making his way to the ring from New York City, New York, weighing in at 225 pounds "Rock 'N' Roll" JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY RIIIOOOOOT
*crowd boos as he smiles feeding off of the crowds hatred
Joey grabs a mic when he gets into the ring*
Joey: Hold up, hold.... up! I bust my ass to make it to this hick town while I could be home relaxing to fight this scrub?!?! What the hell is that on your stomach? "straight edge"? Oh so i suppose you'd be mad if I did this *takes a drag of his cigarette and blow it in Punks face*
*Punk immediatly goes on the offensive with various strikes and kicks as the bell rings. Joey is backed into the corner by Punk as the ref counts: 1
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4 *Punk lets go and Joey gets in a thumb to the eye then grabs Punk's hair and headbutts him repeatedly. Punk's nose is bleeding slightly as Joey sets him up for a stalling vertical suplex. Joey slams him down viciously on the mat after 10 seconds. He stalks Punk as Punk slowly starts to get up. He grabs him for an Irish Whip and Punk reverses it for a whip of his own. Joey bounces off the ropes into a stiff clothesline turning Joey inside out. As Joey starts to get up Punk does his KENTA slap combo then runs the ropes to take Joey down with another clothesline and Joey reverse it into a release belly to belly suplex. Joey goes for the cover* 1
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*Punk kicks out. Joey starts his "Riot Stomp" as he viciously stomps every part of Punk's body and when he gets to his head he shakes his leg a bit and it comes crushing down on Punk's face and Joey goes for the pin.* 1
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*Punk kicks out right before the refs hand comes down for the three. Joey shows a look of frustration and starts screaming at the ref. While yellin at ref Punk gets a second wind and quickly goes for a roll-up.* 1
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*Joey hastily kicks out and runs out the ring to be consoled by Julie. Punk runs towards the ropes and does a vaulting body press out of the ring. Joey and Juile quickly roll out of the way and Punk's face gets smashed on the guardrail. Punk's face is bleeding profusely. Joey starts pointing to his head showing off his "smarts". Joey throws Punk back in the ring. He stalks Punk as Punk slowly gets to his feet. When Punk gets up he's hit with a "Rock 'N' Roll" stunner and when PUnk bounces up from the recoil Joey quickly "Hit's the Lights" and Punk drops to the floor. Joey pins Punk with a forearm on his face* 1
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Fink: The winner of the match by pinfall is "ROCK 'N' ROLL" JOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY RIIOT
*Joey rolls out of the ring and is escorted up the ramp by Julie as we fade to a commercial.*
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Post by dorf on Mar 4, 2007 0:30:34 GMT -5
*camera fades to the back where Dull Grisham is standing there*
Dull: Dull Grisham....here and standing by my side is dorf, who will be teaming up with ape to face the dragur tomorrow night's exclusive ppv, March 4th, 2007. Comments on your upcoming match, dorf? *drools onto microphone and hands it slowly*
Dorf: Ewwww......Yo, mister associate producer guy, get me another mic, this one is all "dulled" up.
*Camera pans toward associate producer and watches him hand a mic to dorf*
Dorf: *to Grisham* Keep playin' with that microphone ya lambroni. Anyways, let's get back to the subject on the issue of March 4th, 2007.
As bad as it is for me to work with that.....
DIRTY
DISGUSTING
BRUTAL
BOTTOM-FEEDING
TRASH-BAG
IDIOT
son of a b**** named psychoapeguy. You ruined Heiden-Dorf's career and I will NEVER forget about it, as long as the power of the Cheese Sandwich shall reign supreme in my pants.
You made it at your tandem to put me in a tag match against The Dragur. Why...must you do this to me, where you have made me bloodied up from that spectacular death match we had weeks and weeks ago? I hate your guts and if I had the stinking opportunity, I would harm you as hard as what you did to my cousin.
Since we're going to be tag partners tomorrow, I will do my best effort to beat the Dragur without needing your help. After the match, however, does not guarantee your safety...because I WILL be watching you after the match and the Cheese Sandwich will be right by my side in case you play anything funny.
Anybody who steps in my way, will get their....JUST DO. Because somebody is definitely gonna SHUT YER TRAP, AND KNOW YER SOUL ON MARCH 4TH, 2007, DO! *slams mic down and walks away*
*camera fades to whomever's next post says*
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Post by Trik Turner on Mar 4, 2007 0:33:51 GMT -5
(Backstage of the Broadway Recreation Center in Mesa, AZ...Trik Turner comes from behind the curtain after competing for Rising Phoenix Wrestling.)
Spaz, you still ignore me. You still treat me as a joke.
That's funny, because the fans feel the same way about you. I hear the talks around the circuit. I hear them all laugh at you...badmouth you.
But, you have yet to take me seriously.
You know how I prepared for my challenge tomorrow? I wrestled tonight. For RPW here in Mesa. How did you prepare? You probally sat on your lazy ass, doing nothing.
Well Spaz, tomorrow I have a worthy challenge ahead of me. And tomorrow, I will introduce that challenge to you all.
And tomorrow Spaz, you will see just how serious I am about bringing you back to the roots.
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Post by Banned Member on Mar 4, 2007 0:48:05 GMT -5
*As we come back from the TV break we see Spazz,Merc looking across the ring at Maelstrom, and Eddie. The ref signals for the bell. Maelstrom steps out, and lets Eddie start, but Merc, and Spazz are arguing on who should start.
*As they stand there arguing the fans start to boo. Eddie finally gets fed, and storms over, and grabs Merc by the shoulder. Merc turns, and decks Eddie with a hard right. Spazz than taps Merc on the back. Merc turns, and decks him also. Spazz pops up, and the two partners get in each others face, and start arguing. Eddie hits Merc with a low blow, and Spazz hits Merc with the shock wave. Spazz gets down in Mercs face, and starts talking trash, but is grabbed by Maelstrom who has came into the ring. The champ hits Spazz with the whirlpool slam. While Eddie makes a cover on Merc.
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Announcer: Your winners Eddie Omega, and the EWT champion Maelstrom!!!!
*Eddie gives the champ a pat on the back, but Maelstrom returns the favor with a belt shot to Eddies head. Knocking Eddie down. Maelstrom walks over to Eddie, and picks him up, and gives Eddie a whirl pool slam.*
Merc starts to get up, but is grabbed quickly by Maelstrom, and the champ hits his third Whirl Pool slam. Maelstrom stares at the carnage he has cause, and then holds up the title as we fade to black.
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The Line
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Real Name: Bumkiss. Stanley Bumkiss.
Peanut Butter & JAAAAAMMMM!
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Post by The Line on Mar 4, 2007 3:33:39 GMT -5
Interior: Hotel Room. "Sinnercidal" Jonathan Doe is seen looking out the window across the street, where the arena housing tomorrow night's event is. "Insecticidal" Andy Duke is sitting on the bed, talking on his cell phone.
Duke: Yeah, I think tomorrow will go very, very well. Well, I've got promo to do, so I can probably drop by your room in about, 5 minutes. Ok. See you soon. Bye.
Duke hangs up, and now looks straight at the camera
Duke: Hey Sports fans, I've got some business to attend to regarding tomorrow night, so I'll try to keep this short. Its simple Crauswell, we've got the numbers game going. 2 Cidal Squaders in the match. We ARE leaving with the belt. But thats tomorrow. Lets talk a little about today. March 3rd. If you remember my "Journey to Hell", you'd remember today is the anniversary of my father's death. Now most people would dedicate their match tomorrow to him if they were in my shoes. If I win tomorrow, I will win it...in spite of him! but anyway......Jon, anything to add?
Doe: Crauswell, I don't know your personal life, and I'd rather not, but I know I'm sharing my bed with my girlfriend tonight. Duke is probably getting some tonight, I mean, look at him! But the only thing in the bed with you tonight should be that Ox title you love so much, as tonight will be your last night with it!
Duke: Ok, I'm going to take care of our business. You coming?
Doe: Naw man, I've got a couple of last minute matches to study up on.
Duke: Good thinking. I'll be back,soon. If I don't come back here, to your room, I'll call you from mine. Bye
Doe: Don't worry man,tomorrow will go great. Even if by some miracle we don't win, we'll be the talk of EWT..no..all of wrestling, for a long time. There is no way we can't. Crauswell thinks he's got the answers, well we just changed the questions.
Duke leaves
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Mar 4, 2007 5:02:29 GMT -5
*Sum Guy is standing in front of a house.*
SG: I’m Sum Guy & I smell like rum. I am standing here in front of the home of Spaz. Spaz has allowed myself & a camera crew to follow him as he prepares for the title match at tonight’s PPV. We are waiting for Spaz to let us in.
*Just then Spaz opens the door & the crew walk in. Spaz is dressed in a nice suit & he is quite relaxed.*
S: Hello gentlemen. How are we doing today? Ready for the show?
SG: More importantly are you ready Spaz?
S: All I gotta say is that the other 7 guys better watch out coz there is no way I am not winning tonight! I have never felt more ready. I have done some weights this morning & had a good meal. I’m just about ready to head to the fan signing.
SG: We have the car waiting out front Spaz lets go.
*Spaz locks the door & the men step into the car. The scene then cuts to a shopping mall the car pulls up & they all get out. There are some fans waiting around outside & they cheer when they see Spaz. They head inside to the signing area & there is a large crowd gathered. Spaz heads in & the crowd roar as he takes the stage. He has a Q&A session with the fans. When the time comes to sign autographs Sum Guy goes up on stage & has a few questions for Spaz & for the fans.*
SG: Why would you commit to an event like this on the day of a title match?
S: Coz when I was a kid I was a fan like these guys are fans. I know how much it means to them to see the wrestlers, ask them questions. It makes the experience more real.
SG: What’s your name?
Kid: Jimmy
SG: Who is going to win the match at the show tonight?
Kid: Spaz!
S: Alright!
*Spaz high fives the kid. The scene then cuts to the EWT Arena & Spaz & the crew pull into the car park. They get out & Spaz stops & stares into the building.*
S: This is my favourite arena in the world. I made my name here & I will win back the EWT Title here.
SG: You have a huge task ahead of you Spaz. Do you really think you can win?
S: I wouldn’t bother if I didn’t believe I could win Guy. Remember the odds I overcame to win the title in the first place, remember the odds I overcame to keep that title for 162 days. Remember what it took to get that title off my waist. Follow me guys I wanna show you something.
*They walk down the hall with Spaz high fiving several EWT employees as he goes. They head into Spaz’s locker room & he opens up his locker. Inside is a picture of Spaz moments after he won the EWT title standing on top of the Elimination Chamber.*
S: I keep that here as motivation. It shows me what I am capable of. I lost sight of it for a while but now the motivation is back. Mark my words I will win tonight. I will be the EWT World Heavyweight Champion again. What I have shown you today Guy is just a small taste of who I am. I am determined to win back the title & I will do whatever it takes!
SG: Thanks for your time today Spaz. Good luck for the match.
S: Thanks Guy, now get out of here I gotta change!
SG: This is Sum Guy & my money is on Spaz tonight!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2007 9:59:42 GMT -5
*The camera fades into TJT's locker room, the three of them already inside and active. Thunder is lifting a weight while watching TV, Jupiter is also watching TV, but is eating, and Terina is at a table in the kitchen area filling out paperwork and filing her nails. It is revealed that with the cameraman inside is none other than Sum Guy.*
Sum: I'm Sum Guy, and I've been running around the arena for the past three and a half hours. TJT has given me exclusive access to their locker room, and I'll be more than happy to interview each and every one of them for their final thoughts for March 4!
*The sound of Mr. Big screaming and throwing a heavy object can be heard outside.*
Sum: Erm......... *Looking at Thunder and Jupiter*...So, what do you--
Thunder*watching TV*: What is this? People with dubbed in voices doing crazy ass stunts?
Jupiter: Dude, did they say what the name of this is? Cause I don't see a logo!
Thunder: I see no logo. Damn copyrights and using people's ideas.
Jupiter: Well, I'm gonna be like them....Right you are, Jimmy. Right you are.
*Complete silence.*
Sum: As I was saying, what are your final thoughts on your match for March 4?
*More screaming outside.*
Jupiter: Funny you should bring that up. I was getting right to that, ya know?
*Sum rolls his eyes.*
Jupiter: Jim and I are psyched! This is our first Pay Per View event here in EWT, and we're going to prove to all those braindead commoners out there that TJT's the best in the business. We've got it all! We've got a man with the strength of an ox and the speed of a cheetah!
*Camera pans to Jim, who points to himself. It pans back to Jason afterwards.*
Jupiter: We've got a fellow with outstanding intelligence and technical proficiency! And we've got a woman with unmatched beauty and all-around ability!
*The camera pans to Terina, who turns around and faces it from her chair.*
Terina: But its not only the people who will see what we can do. Our opponents, blinded by jealousy--
*Thunder flexes his biceps, Jupiter scratches his chin as if thinking, while Terina closes her eyes, smiles, and with a short jerk of her neck, flicks her long hair around her head.*
Terina: --have decided to attack us verbally. Can you think of that NERVE?!
Thunder: Arguing with us? Sickening.
Jupiter: How dare they! Pathetic tactics!
Terina: But let's see if they know when to put up or shut up.
Thunder: Unlike Teri, this ain't gonna be pretty for the Job Posse and their partner in cri--er....smack.
Jupiter: Do you think they've ever seen how we get when we're really mad?
Terina: If I'm right, Axel did. He learned firsthand.
Thunder: I remember, back in the indies, Axel Halaway. He decided he'd do well by himself. He thought he'd be great. Till his bro came to help him, Jason, I think we both never lost to him.
Jupiter: Good times man, good times. Then there's that moron Jobby.
Terina: I could've sued him for sexual harrassment, if I was in the mood.
Jupiter: But no man with style like him has any money. We should know that by now. It'd be a few bucks from him, and that'd be it. Nothing I don't use as a napkin, or wipe my ass with, or--
Terina: And there's Juri. She actually thinks its impossible to look good AND wrestle well.
Thunder: Well, I think we ALL prove that one wrong. Maybe though, by beating them on March 4--
*More screaming from outside.*
Jupiter: Oookaaaaaay...
Thunder: --we can FINALLY give them a dose of reality. The shock of Thunder!
Jupiter: The crushing force of Jupiter!
Terina: And.....dammit, my name doesn't really mean anything important.
Jupiter: Yeah well, I think you make up for that.
*The three laugh for a bit.*
Terina: Wrestle Posse and Juri, you'll regret the way you've acted, when you get destroyed by TJT tonight, on March 4!
*More yelling and object throwing from Mr. Big.*
Thunder and Jupiter: THAT'S IT!
*The two go and grab Sum Guy and the cameraman and begin to push them towards the door.*
Sum: Wait! Wait! What are you doing?!
Terina: Just make sure you know someone who has a phone to call 911.
*Jupiter opens the door, and he and Thunder push the cameraman and Sum Guy out, quickly shutting the door as Sum shares his last few words with them.*
Sum: I'm Sum Guy and I need a medic!
*TJT look around, hearing nothing.*
Jupiter: Sum, what day is today?
Sum: Sunday, March 4! No, wait.....AAAAAAGH!!
*Screaming and objects being thrown can be heard. The members of TJT are now smiling.*
Terina: Music to my ears...
*The camera fades out.*
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Post by teamireland on Mar 4, 2007 11:38:53 GMT -5
Gary Michael Capetta: Hi there EWT fans. Gary Michael Capetta here & have we got a treat for you? Footage of the match between Team Ireland & the highly unlikely pairing of Rick Raskall & Curly Long that took place earlier this week. This match wasn't shown on T.V. & for good reason as you're about to see. Roll the tape, guys.
*Cut to the EWT Arena. "Amhrán na bhFiann" starts playing & the fans in attendance boo heavily as they know who's about to come out. The smug looking members of Team Ireland emerge with their belts. Coach O'Hare, as usual, with his Tricolour wrapped Hurley.* David Penzer: Ladies & Gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall & is for the EWT World Tag-Team Championship. Introducing first, the EWT World Tag-Team Champions, representing their home country of Ireland, weighing in at a combined weight of 396lbs, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, Aidan Donnelly & Sean McCann... TEAM IRELAND! *The Green, White & Gold pyro goes off & all three men soak in the crowd's reaction.*
Penzer: And their opponents... *"Movin' On Up" by M People starts to play as Curly Long emerges from the back on the shoulders of Mr. Big. Curly plays up the crowd's jeers as though they were hailing the Midget King. As Curly & Big continue on down towards the ring Raskall & Trunk run out from the back unbeknownst to Midget King & Co. Marcus Trunk grabs Mr. Big's waits from behind & gives the giant a German Suplex right there on the ramp. Of course, this also sends Curly flying. Rick Raskall tries to grab Curly until the VLB headbutts Raskall in the groin. Team Ireland, always being up for a good ol' fight, run up the ramp & join the fray! Now all three teams are scrapping away. Sean boots Curly in the side of the head, but walks right into a "Bang & Blame" from Rick Raskall. Moments later, Ultimo Chocula & THE Daryl Dragon also come out to get a piece of the action. This also causes the emrgence of Shane Malone & Liam O'Neill of Team Ireland. 10 men are now brawling on the top of the ramp & referees & officials are trying to get some kind of order. It's pretty much a lost cause.*
*Mysth runs in through the crowd in an attempt to get a shot at Liam O'Neill. Mysth finds the crazed Irishman & goes running for him. Liam just knocked down Daryl Dragon with an uppercut. Dragon is down on all fours infront of Liam. Mysth keeps charging & using Dragon's back as a stepping stone he hits Liam with a Shining Wizard. The move takes it's toll as both Liam & Mysth got knocked off the stage & through a table below. This gives the other men on the ramp slight pause. Enough of a distraction for Ratings to emerge from the back & clobber King Choculon. Ratings' appearance brings out the other participants in the Leviathan Chamber! Merc, Spaz, Eddie Omega, Cletus Quinn & Billy Ubermark. The crowd is going absolutley beserk & so are the wrestlers. There's no way this kind of fracas can be controlled. The brawling men spill out, all the way down the ramp, some into the ring. The only thing evident is the laughing figure at the very top of the ramp; the EWT World Heavyweight Champion, Maelstrom.*
*Fade Out*
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Post by respectmeordye3 on Mar 4, 2007 11:43:05 GMT -5
"Do You Wanna Be A Hero?" blasts through the speakers as Singapore Caine runs down the ramp and into the ring where Roddy Piper already awaits.
The bell rings and the two men attack each other. Piper manages to pound Caine down to the mat but Caine yanks the Scot's legs out from under him sending him down to the mat as well.
Jumping to his feet Singapore Caine then slingshots Piper into the turnbuckle face first and then follows up with a Singapore Neckbreaker!
With a groggy Piper currently under his control, Caine lifts Piper up and sits him on the top turnbuckle and then mounts it himself and gives Piper a Singapore Drop!
He goes for the pin......
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Singapore Caine has won!
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