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Post by Redface: Dispenser of Justice on Feb 12, 2007 20:01:47 GMT -5
*The shot opens with Redface Rodgers standing in the middle of the ring with a mic in hand. He is getting mixed reactions from the crowd. He begins to Speak*
Redface: A big congratulations to Chris Indigo on his title defense against a member of the lollipop guild...Oh, That's right *chuckles*. Whatever. All I know is that Now that Indigo is done playing with elves, It's time for me to step up and take a shot for that Toolshed Championship... Now, as you all know, I issued a challenge to Mr. Indigo, which he has yet to accept. I'm here to remind him that the challenge is still open, and...
*He stops short while he sees a message scroll across the Titantron*
*At First, He's startled and confused, then, a smile appears on his face.*
Redface: The 4th of march, huh? Perfect. Indigo, you have before then to accept the challenge, until then...*He exits the ring, looks under the ring and pulls out two lighttubes* I got a present for ya...*exits the arena*
*fade to black*
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Boku AKA Da Green Guy
El Dandy
WC's Resident Pirate Otaku and Official Scapegoat
Always and Forever, Hurricane.
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Post by Boku AKA Da Green Guy on Feb 12, 2007 21:15:36 GMT -5
*The camera focuses on Axel looking somewhat pleased, a rare trait for him recently, while Jobby is fiddling with his stereo. He pauses and looks up to talk to Axel when Axel begins to speak.* Axel: What I tell you Jay? TJT lost the Rumble. I knew those jack-offs were going to lose. Jobby: Yeah... You did. Axel: And the autograph signing wasn't so bad. Jobby: Yeah! It was a bunch of fun! I got to meet all sort of fans and signed tons of pictures! Including some from a really big fan... I think Bubba Jones was his name... Axel: I didn't even get to sign one picture, but that's fine. It just makes mine worth more. Jobby: What all did you do then? Axel: Play the part of the Special ED teacher for few people. Actually the whole lot of them. Every fan that showed up, well excluding Kate. Always nice to see her. *Jobby thinks back to what Kate had said to Axel.* Jobby: ...So... This Juri person? Axel: She's in my past and that's all you need to know. Jobby: Why won't you ever tell me anything about you? *Axel lifts his shades to eye at Jobby.* Axel: Why won't you? It's not a balanced system without information being traded- *Jobby springs up happy from his stereo.* Jobby: What do you to know about me then?! Axel: Nothing. Which is the point I was trying to make. Jobby: Oh...okay... *Axel leans back in his chair and drops his shades over his eyes again. There is an awkward pause. Finally, Jobby gets frustrated and breaks it.* Jobby: I can't find any good music here! Axel: *with a coy smile* Where's your tapes? Jobby: I don't know! Axel: Hmm... Maybe you should check your car? Jobby: Okay, I will! Do you want anything while I'm gone? Axel: ...A new partner... Jobby: What? Axel: I'm parched, could you get me a water? Jobby: Sure! *He leaves, cheery and excited to help his partner the camera goes back to Axel.* Axel: ...Loser. *The camera fades out on Axel and we switch to a camera following Jobby. He nervously approaches a door marked “TJT” in gold letters and pulls out an envelope that says “You're Invited!” on it. He then pushes it under the door and quickly walks away.* Jobby: *to himself* Oh, I can't wait! He's going to love this soooo much! *He's almost skipping as he walks to his '87 Acura in the parking lot. He opens the car door to find his tapes on the front seat, as if someone put them there.* Jobby: I could have sworn I left these in the lockeroom... *A nameless security guard runs to Jobby.* Name L. S. Guard: JOBBY! Come quick! Jobby: Why? Name L. S. Guard: Just come with me! *Both Jobby and the camera man runs after the guard until they reach the WP lockeroom.* Jobby: That's my room... AXEL?! *He runs in to see Axel on the face down on the ground. The back of his head looks to be cut open and his blonde hair has become crimson. All around Axel are pieces of what looks to be light tubes. And laying right next to Axel are four ends to the light tubes.* Jobby: AXEL?! *He turns to a the guard.* Jobby: *with guttural anger* WHO DID THIS?! *The guard tries to calm him down but Jobby looks extremely upset. The guard motions towards a paper laying on Axel's arm.* Name L. S. Guard: I think they left a calling card... *Jobby walks over to it, the glass fragments crunching with each step. He reaches down and picks it up to read out loud.* Jobby: "To Indigo, Regards ~R.R" *The camera fades as Jobby attempts to stir Axel and some paramedics rush in. A song is heard on Jobby's stereo. The screen is black.*
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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 12, 2007 23:36:01 GMT -5
*Once again, the screen goes black and white. This time, the shot is in a run down neighborhood. Spyke is shown limping down the sidewalk. His hair is messy and dirty, he hasn't shaved in weeks, and his clothes are in tatters. "Tier" by Rammstein is playing again.*
Spyke: (into camera, angry) "What the hell do you care when I return?! (mocking tone) "Oh Spyke! I'm such a big fan of yours! When will you return so we can take you for granted again? When will you return so you you can bleed in the ring while we cheer you on?" (normal tone again) "I don't give two s***s whether the fans like me anymore or not. Cheer me if you feel you have to. Boo me if you feel like it would be oh-so much more meaningful to your lives. I... DON'T... CARE! I don't care about me, I don't care about you. No more happy Swedish dancing douchebag. In fact, as far as I'm concerned, when I return on Friday, EVERYBODY IS DEAD TO ME! Dead, like how I felt after that match. Dead... like how I feel... (points to his heart) in here..."
Friday, February 16, 2007. Spyke Johannson returns...?
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Ratings
Dennis Stamp
Has a box of scraps
"YAY!"
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Post by Ratings on Feb 13, 2007 8:34:40 GMT -5
(“Keep on Liftin’” begins to play and as usual the crowd begins to show their disgust for the wrestler known as Ratings as he steps out onto the entrance stage. Rather than doing his usual entrance routine however, Ratings—his face bearing great enmity for obvious reasons—approaches the ring quickly, discarding his entrance attire along the way.)
Toni “The Garc” Garcya: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. First making his way to the ring: From…”
(Toni’s introductions come to an halt as Ratings slides into the ring and immediately begins to attack his opponent in the bottom right ring corner. He unleashes stiff closed fists to the opponent’s forehead for a couple of seconds until the opponent begins to fight back with rights of his own. The punches send Ratings staggering towards the center of the ring and after feeling that Ratings is quite dazed from the onslaught, the opponent hits the ropes for a high impact move. But as he runs full speed back to the “Palm Springs Playboy”, Ratings catches him off guard with an Elite Kick to jaw, knocking the opponent out cold. Ratings looks down at his opponent, panting in frustration; before back flipping into the bottom left ring corner, posed as he waits for the stunned opponent to stand. Once he does, Ratings charges towards him and takes him down with “The Finale” (Running STO), driving his opponent’s head hard to the canvas. Ratings covers him as the ref gets down to count the pin.)
1… 2… 3.
WINNER: RATINGS
(“Keep on Liftin’” begins to play again as Garcya declares Ratings the victor, though it appears that the win has done little to please Ratings as the still furious athlete storms to up the aisle and into the back)
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Post by teamireland on Feb 13, 2007 16:00:14 GMT -5
*Team Ireland are all grouped together in their lockerroom backstage. Conspicuous by his absence is Shane Malone.* O'Hare: Y'know what lads, Shane may have lost, but that's only one issue we have to deal with! TJT are coming after our tag-team titles, as are Raskall & Trunk, Midget King & Co. AND Ultimo Dragon! We weren't represented at ALL in the RPITAR! And Liam... you're on such a losing streak you make David Young seem like Goldberg! But tonight, we start to rebuild! Liam, you have a match against Rockabilly Kip Gunn Ass: Can you beat him. Liam: [twitching slightly] Yeah, yeah. I can do that. Thanks to these little things that that nice nurse gave me [he holds up a bottle of pills], I can do it all. Y'know... I see it clearly now... I see it all... My mind is at peace... I know what I have to do... I'm the third man... It's me... It's up to me... I'll lead them to glory... *Cut to the arena, gone is Liam's bad "Real American" rip-off, gone even is "Amhrán na bhFiann". Instead, Liam makes his entrance to "Rocket" by Braund Reynolds. The crowd give a surprisingly warm welcome to Liam. He motions behind the curtain & Coach O'Hare enters, albeit grudgingly; wondering why Liam has sacrificed his National Anthem for a cheesy rock tune.* Toni "The Garc" Garcya: The following match is scheduled for one fall with a 20 minute time limit. Introducing first, making his way to the ring being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, representing Team Ireland, weighing in at 209lbs, LIAM... O'NEILL! *"I'm an Ass Man! *wowm-wowm* Yeah, I'm an Ass Man! *wowm-wowm*" Billy Gunn struts out onto the entrnce ramp & shakes his boo-tay to the crowd's ...ummm... delight(?). Kip James makes his way on down the ramp & The Outlaw enters the ring. Mr. Ass gives Liam a derisive look before ambiguously gay Billy gets up on the ringpost & poses a little bit for the fans.* DING-DING! *Rock-A-Billy is still posing when Liam goes on the attack. O'Neill grabs the Smokin' Gunn from the turnbuckle & slams "The One" straight to the mat with a Super Tornado Bomb. Coach O'Hare is suprised by Liam's vigour. Liam continues going to work on "Badd Ass", repeatedly kicking him in the back & dropping elbows to that same region over & over. Liam hefts "King Ass" into the air & drops him with a kneebreaker. Wasting little time, Liam twists the VKM member into "The Irish Shamrock Leaf". The New Age Outlaw is tapping in no time!* Garcya: Here is your winner, by submission, LIAM... O'NEILL! *The ref goes to raise Liam's hand. Liam chases him off viciously. He does the same to O'Hare when the Coach tries to raise his hand. "Rocket" is not playing to symbolise Liam's victory, instead we hear this song. O'Hare backs off from a crazed looking O'Neill as we fade out.*
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2007 19:55:59 GMT -5
*Camera fades into a locker room. It's somewhat barren, and there are a few suitcases, new furniture, and boxes in the room. Inside the room is none other than Aaron Chamblis, recently arrived and unpacking his stuff. As of now, he is admiring his work so far on the old room, his arms folded tightly and a pleasant grin stretching across his face, while his eyes are darting wildly about his base of operations.*
Aaron: Hmmm. The sofa should go over there...and the desk should be...over there. I'll set my computer up on there, and, then, I'll put the--
*Walking into the camera's view are none other than the trio of Thunder, Jupiter and Terina, who cut him off from finishing what he had to say.*
Thunder: Well well well, whadda we have here?
Aaron: Oh hey guys. Nice to meet you. Jim*grabs his hand and wildly shakes it*, Jason*he reapeats the process*, and Terina*he also shakes her hand, and she seems somewhat shocked*.
Terina: Wha, don't touch me!
Aaron: Oh, I'm sorry. Forgive me?
Terina*Rolling eyes*: Whatever...
Aaron: Alright then, glad to see we made up so quick*He immediately hugs her, and she shrieks*.
Terina: I just said, don't touch me! You think I'm joking?!
Aaron: No, I'm just a friendly guy!
Jupiter: Looks like you're taking a shine to her, boy.
Thunder: Next you'll start--
Terina: Um, nevermind. We had a question for you: how'd you like to join us? Be an...associate of ours?
Aaron: Oh, that'd be great, guys! When do I start?
Thunder: Well, we'd like to interview you, Chuckles.
Aaron: Chuckles? A new nickname? I'm flattered!*He laughs, but TJT do not.* Alright, then. Yeah, ask away!
Jupiter: What is your name?
Aaron: Aaron Chamblis, of course!
Thunder: How was it, again, that you got here?
Aaron: Oh, I won a contract in a vote held by some of the EWT's greatest stars! I've watched those guys, and I must say, I'm impressed!*He proudly smiles.*
Terina: How would you win a match? By all means necessary, or fighting fair?
Aaron: Well, I've never had to cheat, so I fight fair!
Thunder: Alright, this is a test of character.
*Pause.*
Jupiter: KISS MY ASS!
Aaron: Um.....I'm not gay. Sorry, man.
Thunder: Dammit, that's not what you say. Alright, Jupiter, try it on me!
Jupiter: KISS MY ASS!
Thunder: I know you'd love that, but frankly man, I think if I did, I'd catch the man-complain and/or rude female disease.
Aaron: Oh no, that's not nice of ya. You two need to sort it out!
Terina: It's a TEST. Just a TEST.
Aaron: I know, but that's just plain distasteful. You could get along with each other just fine by having a heart-to-heart conversation! Then you'd be buddies all over again!
Terina*whispering to Thunder and Jupiter.*: He's hopeless. Give it up, boys.
Aaron: What did you say? Tell me, please. Maybe I could help!
Thunder: Nevermind what we said! Look, you seem nice...
*Looks over at his two partners and whispers.*
Thunder*To Jupiter and Terina*: Weak, is what I mean...
*Looks back at Aaron.*
Thunder*To Aaron*: So how about a match with JIMMY THUNDER!....after me and Jason win the belts, with the guidance of none other than the lovely Terina*Jupiter and Terina both crack a smile*....just for sport?
Aaron: That'd be awesome! Stepping into the ring with one of the finest of the EWT's young stars! You have a deal!*Shakes the hands of Thunder and Jupiter, and hugs Terina, who once again shrieks.*
Terina: ENOUGH! We'll see you later.....rookie. Let's go, boys.
*TJT depart, muttering about something, leaving Aaron to go back to arranging his room.*
Aaron: What a fine group of people! A little rude, but they try to be nice. And then the lamp will go over there......
*Fade into next segment.*
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The Line
Patti Mayonnaise
Real Name: Bumkiss. Stanley Bumkiss.
Peanut Butter & JAAAAAMMMM!
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Post by The Line on Feb 14, 2007 0:00:09 GMT -5
"No Quarter" by Led Zepplin plays over the PA system, and out walks Andy Duke. He is wearing an EWT T-shirt, with an X through the center.
Ring Announcer: Making his way to the Ring, from Chewelah,Washington, weighing it at 214 3/4 pounds, the Cidal Squad Captain Andy Duke. And already in the ring, "The Red Rooster" Terry Taylor.
The Bell Rings, and Andy and Terry lock up. Duke gets him in a headlock, and Terry Irish whips Duke. Duke ducks a big boot, and hits him with a...LARIAT!!!! This match may be over quickly. But Taylor hits falls into the ref as he falls down, knocking him out. This can't be good.
Duke goes outside, and grabs some plunder from under the ring. A chair flies in, a garbage can, and a can of bug spray. Duke wedges the garbage can inbetween the ropes. This really isn't looking good for Taylor.
Duke hits Taylor with the chair. Taylor is out! Duke picks him up, and Running powerbomb into the garbage can. At this point, the ref wakes starts to wake up. Duke sees this, and clears the ring of weapons, and goes for the cover.
1 2 3
Thats it, its over. Duke isn't done yet, and he grabs the bug spray and sprays the ref!
Duke has made it clear, you're either with the Cidal Squad, or you're against it!
Winner: "Insecticidal" Andy Duke
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Post by Jonathan Doe on Feb 14, 2007 0:06:47 GMT -5
[Sum Guy is backstage with Jonathan Doe]
Sum Guy: Hey EWT fans, I'm here in the back with Jonathan Doe. Now Jonathan, you really haven't done much since your shocking debut. Why is that?
Doe: Because EWT management is too afraid to book me. They're too afraid of what I'll do to their group of "superstars". I use the term loosely, as they're nothing but degenerates and sinners. Thats why I am here, to clean up EWT. To protect the people from the sinners and low lifes. What I did to Viscera was just the start....
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B.A.
Grimlock
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Post by B.A. on Feb 14, 2007 11:41:16 GMT -5
wooooooooooooooooooooooo
Lillian:From Charlotte North Carolina, the Nature Boy...Ric Flair!
Flair's music starts and he walks out in his trademark blue robe as fans start bowing themselves. Flair is on the ramp walking down before he stops and woooo's the audience..
Audience: woooooooo
He walks down the aisle and gets in the ring and struts before making moves with Lillian Garcia. Flair is in good shape, taking off his robe and warming up his arms on the ropes. Then the music starts...
*Remedy Starts*
And from Washington D.C.....Eddie...OOOmega!
Eddie runs out on the stage and hypes up the crowd throwing his shirt off into the crowd before pointing to the ring at the Nature Boy. The crowd going towards the barricade trying to touch Eddie as he makes his way down the ring. He hopes in the ring and does his Omega pose with both arms, simliar to Orton's old pose. Eddie turns his back and Flair attacks him from behind going for his knee..
Flair: woooooooooooooooooo Audience: woooooooooooooo
*bell rings*
Flair then begins working on Eddie's knee putting stomps to it and running against the ropes and dropping his knee on Eddie's as Omega crawls towards the ropes. Eddie tries to get up but FLair catches him and does a knife edge chop to him..
Audience: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Eddie slinks in pain and Flair measure him up again for another knife edge chop...
Audience: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Eddie is pain once more and his chest is beat red. Flair irish whips Omega but Omega reverses sending Flair tumbling over the ropes....he runs to the corner, goes to the top rope for his trademark failure punch from the top rope, but unbelievable Omega scales the ropes, Kurt Angle style, and does his Omega Psi Phi to Ric Flair.....
Audience: Holy s***, holy s***
As both men lie on the ring, Eddie hops to his feet going to the ropes to yell to the audience hyping them up even more so. He goes for the pin...
Ref: 1....2...3...
Remedy starts and Omega checks on Ric Flair helping him get to his feet. Flair and Eddie both shake hands and Flairs music starts as Omega raises Flair's hand as the audience gets to their feet and claps for both men.
*camera fades*
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Post by Ultimo Chocula on Feb 14, 2007 13:30:56 GMT -5
(Dusty Rhodes is in the back waiting by the door for another dose of his fancy interviewin'.)
Dusty: "Hey folks! This is the AmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmericanDreamDuthtyRhodeth! Looky here! I'm awaitin' the arrivull of one Keeng Shock-Yoo-Lonn! That's right! Him the keeng now! He done ween dat over tha tope rope Rumble, you unnerstan'! He the official keeng of tha enti-yah EWT! Now looky here! He was at his coronashun over there in Branson, Missurah! They partyin'! They laughin'! They dancin'! They havin' a good time! But now he gotta come back in git down ta bidness! Yes sir! He got that big ol' sunnuvagun Maylstromm for the EWT chammionship! Tonite! He gonna come through dat door any minute! I got the scoop! Here he come!"
(Dusty bugs his eyes and stick the mic out by the door but nobody comes through. Seconds stretch into a minute but still nothing is happening. Dusty rubs his head and looks around.)
Dusty: "Hmmmm......I guess he come through a diff......"
(Suddenly UC busts through the door in full king regailia. Yes, he rode the plane like this. He turns the "Super Rad" sign on his crown and starts telling his story to nobody in particular. Just to get in the right mood read the next paragraph like Daffy Duck.)
UC: "Hoo boy! What a party! Those Branson people might be squares but they're alright in my book! What a bash! Sure the hardest drink in the joint was gingerale and nobody stays up past 9:30 but still, whoooo! What a shin dig! Great people! Clean, but still great! My goodness, you've never seen such G rated people in your life! They thought a Cleveland Steamer was a type of train! But they're class acts all the way! Fine people! What a hootnanny! Celebrities everywhere! I sang with Paul Anka, I made weird noises with Charlie Callas, and I did a little boogie with Gene Gene The Dancing Machine! I even made good on my promise to punch that fat pimple Jimmy Osmond in the face! But he understands! Happens to him all the time! What a hullabaloo! I even got to talk with Yakov Smirnoff! He told me about the old days of the USSR! Did you know in Soviet Russia a cold catches you? Riot! What a brannigan! We played Yatzee until the breaka breaka dawn! That Tennille, helluva Yatzee player! She hung everyone out to dry! Of course nobody there gambles so we played for M&M's! By the end of the night she coulda started her own candy store! What a gala! What a soiree! What blow out!"
(UC shuts up all of a sudden and looks over at Dusty.)
UC: "What's new with you?"
Dusty: "Everybody been talkin'! Everybody wanna know whatcha gonna do now that you the first ever keeng of the EWT!"
UC: "What am I gonna do? The answer's simple, my fine pachyderm! Now that I'm officially royalty all up in this *BEEP!* I'm gonna clean house! That's right! I know there's been chatter with all the grumble grouses and whinosaurs in the back that I won the crown! You know who I'm talking about! Ricketts, Truck, Curly Fries, the umberhulk, I'm sure all those cry babies are sobbing in their *BEEP!*ing soup now that I'm in a higher tax bracket! And I say, THAT'S TUFF! If it really bothers 'em that bad that I'm the king then they shoulda done something about it, and they did try to do something, but they failed and I'm king anyway! Bazoo! All that's left to do now for those clowns is to just sit and watch as The Captain and myself take the tag titles off the Boston Celtics! Then using my clout I'll get The Captain another shot at the Tri State title! He might not of won it but he put in a good showing, did he not?"
Dusty: "Yessir, that Dragon one fine competitor!"
UC: "Damn striaght! But first thing's first! Tonight I got that overgrown sea monkey Mailbox for the EWT World Title! Listen up, you long lost cousin of Charlie The Tuna! I know that the umberhulk has given you extra incentive to take me out, but that don't mean squat when you and I face off! I don't care if you have the entire army of Atlantis backing you up! You got nuthin' on me, pal! I'm the king of the entire EWT! You're a wet doofus with a trident and a seashell necklace! So why don't you go ahead and be a good boy and wash all the salt water off of the belt, cuz tonight it's coming home to daddy! And daddy is me! I am this daddy! And you are about to become my *BEEP!*" I'm one cool cat, there ain't no doubt! King Choculon baby, over and out!"
(UC waves his cape and is out of there lickity split. "American Dream" comes on and as usual Dusty boogies us into the next segment!)
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Post by teamireland on Feb 14, 2007 15:16:11 GMT -5
Toni "The Garc" Garcya: The following contest is scheduled for one fall & it is for the EWT World Tag-Team Championships.
*A Jaguar arrives on the stage, as "Livin' Like Royalty" plays. It is TJT. They get out, decked in jewelry and shades, while Thunder and Jupiter are wearing their ring gear and custom jackets, and Terina is wearing her signature jeans and top. They begin to walk down to the ring, Terina is walking somewhat stiffly, between her two men, showing off their bling to the fans. When they reach the outside of the ring, Thunder and Jupiter strut to opposite sides of the ring, strike a few poses, and slide in with perfect synchronicity. Terina walks to the front side of the ring, turns around, and sits on the apron. She proceeds to hold her arms up as Thunder and Jupiter each lean over, grab an arm, and pull her up.*
Nick Russ: Hello there EWT fans. Nick Russ here at the broadcast position, joined as always by Jerome "The Lord" East. And tonight joining us on commentary for this Tag-Team title match up is the self-proclaimed "Midget King", Curly Long. Jerome "The Lord" East: Hey, show some respect to the King, Nick. He may not have Royal status like King Choculon, but he'll always be the Midget King! Curly: You damm right Jerome, you just watch yourself there Nick, or you'll be in Big trouble! As for King Coconut the less said about him the better.
*Standing behind the announce table the imposing figure of Mr. Big casts a shadow over the conversation.*
Garcya: Introducing first the challengers, from San Diego, California, at a combined weight of 446lbs, Thunder, Jupiter & Terina... T...J...T!
*TJT continue to pose in the ring as they await the arrival of their opponents. They don't have to wait too long as that rocked-up version of "Amhrán na bhFiann" blares through the arena & Coach O'Hare makes his way out onto the ramp waving his Hurley as always. Donnelly & McCann saunter out shortly afterwards with their belts strapped on & all three continue on down the ramp.*
Garcya: And their opponents, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, proudly representing their home country of Ireland, at a combined weight of 396lbs, they are the EWT World Tag-Team Champions... Aidan Donnelly & Sean McCann... TEAM IRELAND!
Russ: Curly, You're never short of a few words. What are your impressions of the two teams in this match? Curly: Watch your tone Nick, clearly both these teams have some talent, but compared to Midget King & Company they are just second rate. However I do have a bet on. Russ: You're gambling? but that's illegal in this state! Curly: No Russ, like a wrestling match it's only illegal if you get caught. How do you think Team Ireland have got away with such a long title run.
*Donnelly turns to take a look back up the ramp as Team Ireland's green, white & gold pyro explodes. Getting into the ring, Sean McCann removes his Team Ireland shirt, balls it up & chucks it into the face of Jupiter. As Jason struggles to get his bearings, Team Ireland go on the attack. The bell rings & Sean baseball slides Jupiter from behind taking the man off his feet. Sean smugly begins tapping his head, boasting about his intelligence, when he's attacked from behind by Thunder. The referee intervenes & tries to get Aidan Donnelly & Jason Jupiter out of the ring. Thunder then begins to bear down on Sean McCann. He corners the smallest man in the match & whips him to the opposite corner before following up with a splash. Sean crumples down & Thunder begins kicking, stomping & choking at the Irishman. Thunder roughly picks Sean up & whips him to a corner again. Sean surprises Thunder by running up the turnbuckle & nailing him with the Whisper in the Wind. But Thunder sits back up surprisingly quickly. He grabs McCann & gives him a Gutbuster. Sean falls to the ground clasping at his midsection. Thunder drops a few elbows onto Sean & makes a tag to Jupiter. Jason is till pissed off by McCann's antics before the match started. With McCann laid out on the ground, Jupiter runs the ropes & comes back with a Running Knee Drop onto Sean's stomach. Again, Sean writhes in pain. Jupiter whips McCann off the ropes & kicks him in the midsection on the rebound, then catches him with a vicious Lung Blower.*
Russ: McCann has taken an absolute battering at this early stage of the match. I have to wonder if he'll be able to recover enough for Team Ireland to retain their tag-team titles. East: Don't sell McCann short. He may not be the biggest guy in EWT, but that's something that's never held the Midget King back. Isn't that right Mr. Long? Curly: I like you East, you raise some valid points. People around here see me and think 'Hey he's just a midget why should I worry' and that's what costs them. They get so preoccupied with my man Mr. Big that they fail to notice that despite my size I can outwrestle most of my opponents. Russ: Some might say you cheat. Curly: No Russ, I say I always cheat. It gets the job done, hell it won us the tag titles a while back ain't that right Big.
*Curly and Mr.Big high five, Curly's phone rings*
Curly: Yeah that's right 100 green backs. It's a sure thing. What do you mean they aren't the favorites, you listen here you smug son of a ....
*Jupiter seems to be taunting McCann now. Terina can be heard mouthing off at ringside too. O'Hare yells back at her in words that are not fit for a family-friendly fed. Sean is struggling now. His mid-section in absolute agony. Jupiter whips Sean into a corner & sets him up for "Gravitational Fury". But Sean begins kicking back at Jupiter. Jason fights back, but McCann continues to kick him away. Eventually, Sean delivers a boot right to Jupiter's face. Jason is sent spinning, giving Sean enough time to get his bearings. Sean leaps from the top rope & executes a Dragonrana. He has Jupiter on the mat...*
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KICKOUT! *Jupiter is shocked by Sean's manouvere.*
Russ: Sean McCann has brought himself & Team Ireland back into this match in an explosive fashion! Curly: I doubt it Russ, Sean just got lucky. Jupiter you keep on him and the tag titles are as good as yours. Curly(aside to Mr. Big): You got the venue organised, good good, Those girls won't be walking for a week .. heh. East: You got something planned for the weekend Mr. Long? Curly: The weekend? are you mad I'm talking about tonight!
*Sean gets to his feet & hits a running corkscrew dropkick on Jupiter. McCann then slowly starts crawling towards his own corner. Donnelly has his arm outstretched for the tag, but Terina starts tugging at his leg. Coach O'Hare sees off Terina as Sean inches closer to his tag-team partner. But Jupiter grabs McCann's left leg & tries to drag the high-flying Irishman back to the TJT corner. Sean leaps up & knocks Jason down with an enzuguiri then springs towards the Team Ireland corner, tagging in Aidan Donnelly. Aidan immediately gets bizz-ay, hoisting Jupiter up & hitting him with a suplex, followed by a second, then a Brainbuster; Aidan completes the "Triqueta"!*
East: Now that the Team Ireland captain's in there, TJT could find themselves in real trouble! He's already taken it to Jason Jupiter!
*Aidan is, indeed, on fire (though not literally). After taking Jupiter out, he runs to the opposite side of the ring & knocks Thunder from the apron, almost knocking him into Terina in the process. Thunder apologises to Terina who simply screams at him to get into the ring where Aidan is pinning Jupiter with a Northern Lights Suplex...*
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THUNDER BREAKS IT UP!
Russ: Thunder with an axehandle smash, and what's this? He's dragging Jupiter back to his corner while holding off Aidan! East: Now THAT is a smart move, bringing his partner to his corner so he can make the tag! Curly: I'll say it, the kids have got brains behind all that brawn. Of course I'd have never allowed my team to get in such a predicament but good luck to'em.
*Now that Thunder has made the tag, and given that he's still pretty fresh, he immediately charges at Aidan. Thinking that it is a spear, Aidan tries to dodge to the left of the Thunder, but instead, gets a spinning wheel kick right to the jaw.*
East: Thunder going for a pin!
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KICKOUT!
Russ: You're not gonna beat Donnelly that way, Lord. Curly: It doesn't matter Nick the damage has been done, Donnelly won't be feeling his jaw for a month after that kick.
*Thunder, seeming amazed at his inability to pin Aidan, puts him in a rear naked choke, and gradually increases the pressure of the hold. Before he can hold it in very long, Sean McCann runs in and elbows Thunder, causing him to break the hold. Thunder gets up, and tries to go after McCann, but is grabbed around the waist and German suplexed by Aidan. To follow up, Aidan pulls Jimmy off the ground, and goes for a Fisherman suplex. Before he can fully lift up Thunder, Jim hooks the leg. With somewhat of an opening, Thunder knees Donnelly a few times in the chest and hoists him up to his shoulders, setting him up for the Thunder Crash. Thunder, in his flashy style, decides to hold Aidan up on the air for an extra long amount of time. As he is doing this however, Pat O'Hare decides to distract the ref, waving his Hurley about the air. Sean McCann takes this opportunity to jump off the apron, slide into another side of the ring, and chop block Thunder, whose knees buckle, and quickly exits the ring before Jupiter can assist his partner. As Thunder falls, Aidan lands on top of him, and staggers back to his feet, shaken a bit by the fall. The ref turns back to face the two in-ring men.*
Russ: Did you see that? McCann again with his dirty ways, taking out Thunder with that Chop block! Poetic justice, I guess! East: Nah, that's teamwork. He saved Aidan from him, and it's plans like that one that prove why Team Ireland's still got the belts. Curly: Hmm, what you guys are missing is the catalyst. Big you saw it didn't you? Mr Big: I don't like Irish people. Curly: Neither do I Big, Coach Pat O'Hare is the guy you two should be watching.
*Aidan picks up Thunder, preparing to bring him to Team Ireland's corner. Jim tries to pull away, so Aidan punches him in the head once to soften him up a bit. However, Thunder, barely keeping on his feet, throws a wild hook and nails Donnelly in the chest. Again Donelly punches, and Thunder returns the favor. Growing tired of this, Aidan grabs the leg to go for a dragon screw, but, while he grabs the leg Thunder hits him with an enzuiguri.*
East: Excellent comeback by Thunder, especially after his spill. Aidan's getting up faster though, but Thunder's made it almost to his corner. Something tells me this is going to kick up a notch. Curly: Well East we all know Russ here is going to get a kick up the crotch if he keeps insulting me! Russ: These two have made the tag simultaneously, and McCann and Jupiter are rushing at each other full speed! ... but I haven't said anything ...
*Jupiter charges, lifting his knee up for his infamous knee strike. However, McCann catches this telegraph, and uses the bent knee as a stepping stone for an stiff Shining Wizard.*
Russ: What an incredible move! Superb counter work right there! Curly: Bah ... amateur mistake, what is he thinking. East: That has gotta be it! Sean with the pin attempt--
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KICKOUT!
East: --I can't believe it! Jupiter with the kickout! Curly: I can't believe what you guys keep under this table, hey there how you doing. Russ: And McCann is in complete shock! .. Wait what was that Curly, Who the hell is she, what's going on? *From under the announce table a female midget in provocative attire has just embraced Curly.* Curly: This is Mina, Mina say hi to the commentary crew. Mina: Hi there, you want to play hairy monkey too? Curly: I told you that's for after the match.
*Russ & East are appauled as Mina and Curly tongue wrestle next to them. Curly eventually falls off his chair and out of sight. Mr. big decides to sit down next to them in his place.*
Mr. Big: He'll be a while.
*Sean grabs Jason by the hair and pulls him up, and gives a few taunts to both his dazed opponent as well as the unwelcoming crowd. With his advantage, he leaps into the air, and warps his legs over Jason Jupiter's shoulders to give him a hurricanrana. At the peak of his height, Jupiter, acting almost by instinct, with Sean still up, pulls him back and falls him backwards to the mat, with a sickening thud. Naturally falling next to him, Jupiter places his arm over the fallen Irishman's chest, and the ref begins the count.*
Russ: Air Raid Siren outta nowhere! Mr. Big: It's a good move, I think he might do it. East: Does he have him?
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KICKOUT!
*Afraid of what could happen next, Terina quietly calls Thunder down behind everyone else's back. Once he gets over to her, she takes off the boot of her leg that was moving stiffly during the entrance, and pulls something out, handing it off to Jimmy Thunder. Upon doing so, she quickly slips the boot back on, and Thunder climbs back to the apron, the object concealed.*
Russ: What the-- East: A contingency! She's got brass knuckles, and she handed them to Thunder! Mr Big: Looks like everyone is cheating today. Team Ireland and TJT .. looks like Myself and Curly will have to push the envelope to get those titles.
*McCann and Jupiter, down moments earlier, are both rising to their feet. As they are doing this though, Terina distracts the rather "lonely" ref, who seems more interested in looking at her than waving her off. With the opening, Thunder leans over the top rope, and with his foreign object, hands it off to Jason. Stunned, Jupiter places it on his right hand and colcocks the staggering Sean McCann right in the forhead, drawing a bit of blood. However, seeing Thunder in the corner of his eye, the ref turned around to send him away. Oblivious to him, Jupiter had hit Sean McCann, albeit, right in front of the ref.*
Russ: The ref is motioning for the bell! He's calling for a DQ!
Garcya: Here are your winners as the result of a disqualification, and STILL EWT Tag Team Champions, TEAM IRELAND! *Followed by a somewhat mixed reaction.*
Curly: Ooh Baby ... Hey Big who won? Mr. Big: Team Ireland by DQ Curly: Yes, I knew it the temptation was just too great for TJT to be like everyone else, that's a good little earner. As I said Russ cheating to win only works if you don't get caught! Ain't that right my melted butter muffin. Mina: Take me now!
*Mr. Big puts one of his oven sized hands to his face, as the two appalled commentators try to get the camera to film something else.*
*In anger of what Jason did to Sean, Pat O'Hare pulls out none other but his Hurley, and tosses it to Aidan, who rushes into the ring and cracks Jupiter in the back of the head, and almost wangs Jimmy, who is still on the apron, as well. Once again, the crowd pops, but with a mixed reaction. With Aidan no longer facing Jupiter, Terina quickly slides in and pulls him out, Team Ireland standing firm in the center of the ring(except for Sean, who is still rather out of it). Thunder and Terina, backing away via the ramp, are pulling Jupiter with them, as Thunder is shouting various obscenities, and Terina is screaming at O'Hare for throwing Aidan the Hurley.*
*Cut to commercial break.*
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2007 19:31:18 GMT -5
*Returning from the commercial break, TJT are in their rather luxurious locker room, Thunder is looking fatigued, Jupiter seems semi-unconscious with an ice bag on his head, and Terina is looking disappointed. The two men are sitting on one of their sofas, and she is standing up, facing them.*
Terina: I can't believe you two lost that one! You had the belts in your grasp!
Thunder: You didn't keep the ref distracted long enough.
Terina: Not my fault the old man can't get aroused.
Jupiter*mumbling*: I thank thawe shoul juss quie dow a bit an goda bed.
Terina*sighing*: Yeah, I guess you're right. I have a match in only a few minutes, and I've got to get ready. You two should rest though. How hard DID you get hit with that club, Jason?
Jupiter: I fell as dough I hah falln into a pit a spiehkes......
Thunder: That hard huh?
Jupiter: Yah....
Thunder: Yeah, I'm hittin' the hay. Jase, you still sleepin' on a broken bed?
Jupiter: Yah, neveh got new one....
Thunder: That's bad for your back. You should be sleeping on a good one. Tell ya what, I'll go and purchase a new one, and have them deliver it on the double. How's that sound?
*Jupiter is fast asleep now.*
Thunder: Er...whatever.
Terina: Alright, I have to change for my match. It's in a about a few minutes.
*She walks to her room and shuts the door. The camera then cuts to a few commercials suprisingly soon, and a promo about March 4 runs as well. We return to the arena.*
*Camera cuts to the ring. About halfway through playing is the song "Twilight Sea" by See Saw, and a masked figure, covered head to toe in a black skin covering outfit (with what looks to be slight padding in the front and back) and a simple drawstring black mask is casually standing in the ring.*
Finkel: The following contest is a singles competition, and is scheduled for ONE FALL. In the ring, from parts unknown......SENSHE!
*The crowd is not sure what to make of him, and they seem to be halfway between cheering and halfway between doing nothing at all. Senshe himself seems more to be concentrating, staying in the same spot and not doing so much as a pose at the announcing of his name.*
*As the song dies down, the crowd finally erupts, only in boos, as "Livin' like Royalty" screams through the loudspeakers. However, there is no Jaguar, and neither Thunder nor Jupiter are to be seen. Terina, by herself, walks out onto the stage, finally wearing her wrestling gear.*
Finkel: And his opponent, representing TJT, from San Diego, California....TERINA!
*The crowd's boos only seem to intensify as Terina makes her way down the aisle. Despite the insults people along the ramp are throwing at her, she shrugs them off and reaches the outside of the ring. The crowd pauses for a moment, wondering what she'll do next. She first props herself onto the apron as usual, and then stands, facing away from the ring. However, holding onto the ropes, she executes a reverse flip over the top rope and turns around, facing Senshe. The two stare down at one another for a few moments, and the ref rings the bell. The match is under way.*
*Senshe and Terina begin to circle about the ring, each one checking to see an opening in the other person's defense. Terina attempts to strike first, delivering a low kick to Senshe's left shin. Senshe advances, and Terina backs off a bit. She goes for another kick, but this one is sidstepped by Senshe, who sweeps her leg , bringing her down. Terina gets back up, only to be swept back down, and once again, climbing back to her feet, takes a leg sweep. With this advantage, Senshe decides to attack the leg, and places Terina in a kneelock. Wrenching the leg, Senshe hopes to get a submission, but Terina won't give in this early in a fight. With her free leg, Terina places her foot on Senshe's face and begins to force it forward, in an attempt to get Senshe to break the hold. After almost half a minute of boot, Senshe finally lets go, and clutches his face for a few moments.*
*While her leg is a little sore, Terina still gets back to her feet with no trouble. Senshe however has also recovered from the boot and they are both back in fighting spirit. They again circle each other, looking for potential chinks in their porverbial armor. They grapple, entering into a test of strength. Suprisingly, they seem to have similar physical power, as the lockup seems to be going very back and forth. Terina, thinking of a way to overpower Senshe, hits him a few times in the stomach with her knee, and brings him to the mat with a side headlock takeover. Planning to wear Senshe down, Terina keeps the hold locked in, but Senshe flips her in an attempt for a rollup.
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*Kickout by Terina, who's still got the hold in. Once more, Senshe tries to roll her up.*
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*Again, Terina kicks out, but lets go of the hold. Terina picks him up, turns him around, and with a side Russian leg sweep, brings him back to the mat, and goes to the ropes. Terina jumps on the middle rope, back towards Senshe, and flips around, going for a springboard leg drop. However, Senshe rolls out of the way, and Terina lands on her butt, wincing in pain. Before she can get back up, Senshe places her in a double chickenwing on the mat. The arms are underhooked, and it seems that Terina is immobilized. After only about 12 seconds, Senshe begins to lift Terina up, the double chickenwing still applied. Eventually, Senshe has finished hoisting Terina, who is now suspended in mid-air from the hold. She screams in pain, but Senshe seems to be showing no sign of letting go.*
*Out of desperation, Terina uses her free legs, and tightly wraps them around Senshe's torso in a body scissors, hoping to apply her own pressure and break the hold. Instead of immediately breaking it, however, she ends up wearing down Senshe, who slowly collapses to the mat and lets go of the hold. Terina continues to hold in the Boa Constrictor, squeezing firmly to keep Senshe on the mat. Senshe decides to fight back, and manages to lock in a facelock. The two are now both engulfed in submission holds, which lasts for almost a minute, ending only upon Terina raking the eyes, much to the ref's as well as the fans' distaste. She slowly pivots around the body of Senshe, wrapping her arms around Senshe's head in a sleeper hold, yet keeping the scissors in. She keeps the hold applied, but Senshe begins to fight back wth a few clubbing side elbows. A few of these causes Terina to instinctively let go and cover up to protect her face.*
*As Senshe gets himself back up, Terina gives him a few forearms and kicks, yet again trying to wear him down. Senshe seems to be sent in reeling after the first few hits, but after some more, shrugs them off and begins to deliver leg kicks and punches that, while Terina blocks, force her into a corner. With her cornered, Senshe cocks his arm backways, and swings his palm, hitting Terina in the upper abdomen with a stinging chop.*
WOOOOOOO!
*Again, Senshe pulls his palm back, and sends it flying towards Terina's abdomen.*
WOOOOOOO!
*Gaining a head of steam, Senshe delivers one last stinging chop--*
WOOOOOOO!
*--and runs to the diagonally opposite corner. He then turns around, and charges headlong at Terina, who gets a boot up, right in her opponent's face. With Senshe stunned, and his back facing her, Terina pulls herself to the top turnbuckle and, with much height, executes a flip neckbreaker, dropping Senshe back to the mat. She decides, at this point, she should go for the cover.*
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NO, A KICKOUT.
*Terina seems somewhat flustered, but that doesn't stop her from continuing with her assault properly. She picks Senshe up again, and, hoisting him up in the air in a vertical suplex position--which seems like a feat, even though the man seems somewhat small--pushes him into the ropes while keeping the position, hooks his right leg, and falls back to the mat. She doesn't, however, let go of the leg. The ref begins the count once more.*
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KICKOUT!
*Now Terina is getting really frustrated. She screams at the ref, signaling that he made a 2 count when, according to her, it should've been 3, but the ref strongly disagrees with this claim. In a fit of rage, Terina goes over to the dazed Senshe, and grabs ahold of his mask. She grabs the two tie strings of the mask in the back, and begins to unlace them. Senshe begins to pull at Terina's hands, to get her off the mask. A long struggle ensues: Terina, pulling away at the laces of the mask, and Senshe, desperately fighting the grip. However, halfway through Terina's unlacing, Senshe gets enough energy to get back to his feet. He locks Terina's head a 3-quarter facelock, kicks the inside of Terina's legs, bringing her to her knees, and places her in a neck lock. While he could hold it on longer, Senshe uses it simply as a transitional hold, and snapmares Terina to the mat.*
*Terina, confused and angry, rises back to her feet and viciously attacks Senshe. The two engage in a melee, going back and forth at one another with punches, kicks, chops, forearms, and elbows. It seems to be very even, but Senshe breaks things up with an Irish whip into the ropes. After the whip, Senshe runs to the opposite ropes and, at the rope Terina barely rebounded off of, hits a mighty lariat that would make Stan Hansen proud. Terina seems conked out, and Senshe hooks the leg.*
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NO! TERINA GETS A LEG ON THE ROPES!
*Terina is still conscious, albeit quite fatigued from that blow. Senshe picks her up, but Terina falls back down. Once more, setting her up for something big, Senshe picks up Terina. Pausing for a bit, Senshe is quickly brought down by the Lucky Shot. Both collapse to the mat, but Terina, on shaky legs, stays up--she was playing possum. With a full advantage at this point, Terina decides to finish this match. Using her remaining strangth, Terina grabs Senshe, and sets him up for the Torrent. But before she can land it, he slips out of it, and with the opening he has, rolls her up.*
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3!
Finkel: Here is your winner.........Senshe!
*The crowd is not quite sure what to make of this, but since Terina lost, they begin to cheer for the masked wonder as his music begins to play again. Before Terina can launch an attack, Senshe quickly rolls out of the ring and makes a hasty exit while attempting to retie his mask, leaving her opponent kicking at the ropes and screaming in anger.*
*The camera fades away, leading to our next segment.*
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Post by Curly Long on Feb 14, 2007 20:11:05 GMT -5
*We are back at ringside where the audience is now returning from the toilet break that was Rob Conway & Torrie Wilson vs Kamala & Kim Chee. Lillian Garcia is in the ring*
LILLIAN: The following contest is for one fall ... introducing first ...
*The lights dim and the green sound wave appears on the Toomi-Tron. 'Are You ready' can be heard by the crowd as the DX music takes control. Out form the back walk Triple H and Shawn Micheals. Triple H spits water as HBK dances about.*
LILLIAN: Hailing from Greenwich, Conneticut .. he weighs in at 270lbs and is one half of Degeneration X ... Triple H!!!
*The crowd goes wild as the pair enter the ring and perform the classic DX fireworks crotch chop pose. they then both take up a microphone each. The crowd wildly chanting 'DX'. Triple H prepares to speak.*
TRIPLE H: .. EWT ... Are You Ready? ...
the EWT crowd cheers
TRIPLE H: I said ... ARE ... YOU ... READY?
*The EWT Erupts as DX fever takes hold*
TRIPLE H: then for the thousands in attendance and the millions watching at home ... Let's get ready to suck it!!!!
HBK: and if your not down with that we got two words for ya!
The crowd chants 'Suck It' loudly. Another 'DX' chant starts up. The lights aim at the stage though
LILLIAN: His opponent ...
*The music switches to some nasty heavy metal song, pre-empted with a deep voiced man shouting 'Big' like in those EA Sports Games. From the back out walks Mr. Big to a loud chorus of jeers.*
LILLIAN: Hailing from Bad Axe, Michigan ... he stands over 7ft tall and weighs 411lbs ... he is three-quarters of Midget King & Company ... Mr. Big!!!
*Mr. Big raises his hand but the boos continnue. Mr. Big is surprisingly holding a microphone and Curly Long is no where insight*
MR.BIG: I'm sure all of you people are wondering where Curly Long is.
*The crowd chants an emphatic 'No'. Meanwhile in the ring Shawn Micheals is talking to Triple H about who the hell this guy is.*
MR.BIG: Well he's busy getting down and dirty with Mina, his live -in love midget. You didn't want the image in your brains, I don't want the reality of it in mine. So I intend to take it out on the Ex Generation right now.
*Mr. Big enters the ring as the crowd boos loudly. Shawn Micheals drops to the outside as the referee calls for the bell*
JOSH MATTHEWS: Hello everyone at home, I'm Josh Matthews and alongside me tonight is the jack of all trades Johnny Polo.
JOHNNY POLO: Thanks Josh, this could be a real one sided match. Look at the size of Mr. Big he isn't a giant he is a human behmeoth.
JOSH: Well Johnny, Triple H is a multiple world champion i'm sure if anyone can take down Mr. Big it's him.
The bell rings
Mr. Big prepares himself as Triple H circles his opponent. They lock up in the centre of the ring, Mr. Big easily out powers Triple H and throws him away. Triple H look sup as Mr. Big beckons him to try again. Triple H goes for another tie up but ducks under the grasp and lashes out with a shot to the midsection, followed by a couple more. Despite the continued attack the punches have little effect and Mr. Big throws one of his own knocking down Triple H with one blow.
JOSH: What a chop to the head, Shades of the Great Khali there Johnny
POLO: Some how I don't think anyone wants a Great Khali wrestling move comparison, Josh.
Mr. Big covers.
'The crowd chants DX loudly'
1,2 ...
Triple H kicks out early and rolls to he ropes and back to his feet. Mr. Big follows attempting a clothesline but Triple H ducks and throws a ouple of punches towards the cranium of the big man. Mr. Big feels them and staggers a couple of steps back. Triple H grabs the arm and attempts an Irish Whip but has no luck. Mr. Big has put on the breaks and whips Triple H the other way sending him crashing into the turnbuckle with such force that he spills over the top rope and to the outside. HBK has words with the referee as Mr. Big leaves the ring and follows after the now groggy Triple H.
POLO: I think the game have broken.
Mr. Big grabs the head of Triple H and rams it into the steel steps repeatedly, until the referee intervenes for him to stop. Mr. Big glares at the referee before hoisting Triple H onto his shoulders. He charges forward clearly intending to use Triple H as a dart , Triple H manages to slip out of it though and sends Big head first into the steel post. Mr. Big holds his head in pain as Triple H gets HBK to distract the referee.
POLO: Come on ref don't fall for that.
With the referee distracted Triple H grabs a chair and smacks it across the back of Mr. Big. Mr. Big rolls into the ring to avoid any more shots. Triple H follows and latches on a sleeper hold. Mr. Big however is a tough man and gets to his feet with Triple H still holding on. Triple H can do nothing as Mr. Big falls backwards crushing under 400lbs of weight.
POLO: Ah isn't that nice, Mr. Big just wanted pancakes for shrove tuesday.
JOSH: I don't think Triple H was expecting to be the topping.
Mr. Big rolls over and covers lazily.
1,2, 3 ...
No, Triple H kicks out! Mr. Big is pissed and grabs a hand full of hair and lifts Triple H up for a military press.
JOSH: Triple H is eight foot in the air Johnny!
Big holds him and then slams him down, Mr. Big shakes his head as he looks at the beaten Triple H. Mr. Big again grabs Triple H and throws him into the ropes, Triple H ducks the big boot attempt and clobbers Mr. Big with a high knee staggering the massive man. Triple H not wasting time runs behind and nails him with a neckbreaker. Mr. Big is down but getting up. triple H wastes no time and boots Big in the gut hooks the arms. Pedigree!! Triple H covers as HbK gets on the apron to count along with the fans.
1,2,3 ...
JOSH: I don't believe it, Mr. Big has kicked out of the pedigree!!
Mr. Big has in fact kicked out with such force that he has thrown Triple H into Shawn Micheals knocking him to the floor.
POLO: Sometimes I wonder why Mr. Big hangs around with Curly Long when he can put on a performance like this.
Mr. Big gets back up shaking his head, Triple H is shocked but tries again to hit another pedigree. Mr. Big is not having it and counters with a huge slingshot. Triple H bounces off the top turnbukle and into the grasp of Mr. Big. Big lifts up Triple H.
POLO: Powerbomb?
Big halts half way though letting Triple H hang, he sneers and drops.
JOSH: No it's a Ganzo Bomb!!
1,2,3 ...
JOSH: Good grief Triple H has kicked out from a Ganzo Bomb! ... I don't think Mr. Big can believe it.
POLO: No Josh, I think that's a look of 'I want to hurt him more'
Mr. Big indeed looks more sinister than shocked and grabs Triple H by the throat. HFD! cnetre of the ring.
POLO: This is over.
1,2,3.
The Bell Rings
LILLIAN: the winner of this match .. Mr. Big!!
*The crowd boos loudly as Mr. Big raises his hand in victory. No wait here comes HBK recovered from his fall from the apron ... but Big saw the super kick coming and dips out of the way. HBK Truns around and gets a headbutt for his trouble. Mr. Big is not happy at the attempted cheap shot. Mr. Big heads ot eh outside and grabs the chair that Triple H hit him with earlier.*
JOSH: This match is over what is he thinking?
POLO: Probably, What all 7ft monsters think Josh, how do I inflict more pain.
*Mr. Big returns to the ring and grabs Shawn Micheals by the throat. The crowd is booing loudly for this to stop. Big ignores them and rests the chair on his knee. 'HFD' on a chair!*
POLO: This is over, He's CENSORED Dead.
JOSH: I think we may have witnessed what happens when Mr. Big is given a moment to shine on his own, I for one hope that Mr. Big sticks with Curly Long for as long as possible.
*Mr. Big dumps the unmoving body of HBK to the canvas and heads up the ramp. his music plays as the crowd jeers loudly and chants 'Arsehole' at him. Mr. Big jsut responds with a slit throat gesture as EMT's rush to the ring.*
(fade out to video promo for Andy Duke)
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Post by ape on Feb 14, 2007 22:13:09 GMT -5
*the scene cuts to pre-taped footage of the dark match prior to the show. two locals are in the ring trying out for the ewt, trying their best to impress the crowd. it's working, as the crowd is really into it. one wrestler catches the other in a fujiwara armbar...and suddenly, someone slithers out from under the ring. the character does a handstand and uses his legs to grab ahold of the bottom rope and pull himself up into the ring. it's psychoapeguy, and he's got a shaving razor in his mouth.
he sneaks up behind the wrestler applying the fujiwara armbar and digs the razor into his cheeks, then grates the blade across his face. the wrestler lets out a scream and immediately lets go of the hold to try to defend himself. crawling, he backs himself up into the corner as psychoapeguy stands up, reaches into his pocket, pulls out a fake rollie fingers-style mustache, and puts it on himself. he smiles and slowly closes in on the wrestler, who's clutching at his face, when the other local runs past ape and begins to attack his opponent, taking advantage of the help from ape.
ape's smile quickly turns to a frown, as he pulls out a pair of scissors, grabs the local in a headlock, places the scissors forcefully on his forehead, then pulls the blade across in a lightning-quick motion. the local screams as ape then pulls back the flesh from the wound and rapidly stabs at the raw flesh. after a few seconds, he lets the local go. the local screams in agony and a smile once again covers ape's face.
psychoapeguy once again turns his attention to his original victim, who attempts to get away, but ape grabs his foot and pulls him back in. he then ties the wrestler in the ropes, then grabs the mic...he clears his throat, pauses, and begins....to sing in a crackly voice.*
oh...oooh...ooooooh...ooooooooooh..........dorfy sir, you may have won this round.....but mr. ape wants you deep in the ground....which is why he sings this barbershop soooong....and like this jobber, you won't be breathing for long......breeeeeeathing for loooooooooooooong!!
*in a flash, ape drops the mic, pulls out fishing line-like wire from his tights, and begins choking away at the young kid with such force that the wire actually starts to penetrate the skin, almost making it look as if ape cut the poor kid's throat. officials storm the ring and ape lets out a gruff, animal-like growl...making the officials back away with caution. ape untangles the kid, who's nearly unconscious from the wire choking, and pulls out a bandage to put over the razor wound on his cheek. the blood won't allow the bandage to stick, so ape pulls out a pair of thumbtacks and tacks the bandage to the kid's face, then release german suplexes the kid towards the officials.
at this point, the ring is covered in garbage, as the fans are angry that ape came in and destroyed a great match just so he could sing a stupid barbershop song. the officals help the young man to the back and ape plays with his fake mustache with a sinister laugh. after a few moments of soaking in the hate from the crowd, ape rolls out of the ring and takes the time to make a lap around the ring to offer high-fives to people in the front row with his blood-soaked hands. not suprisingly, nobody takes the high-fives...instead, ape gets greeted with spits to the face and more curse words than an episode of the sopranos. with each spit and curse word, the smile on ape's face seems to get larger...as if he loves the hate from the crowd. after his lap around the ring, he walks towards the back, but stops just prior to the entranceway. he faces the crowd, drops to his knees, and outstretches his arms. more garbage is thrown as ape, still smiling, exits out of sight.*
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Post by Trik Turner on Feb 15, 2007 5:12:29 GMT -5
(We cut to Tempe, AZ at a bar called The Sets. Trik Turner stands in the ring of Impact Zone Wrestling.)
Spaz, you mock me, don't you? You don't take me serious, do you?
You see where I stand? I stand in the ring of Impact Zone Wrestling. A local indy promotion in the heart of Tempe, AZ. You see Spaz, I haven't forgotten about my independent roots as you have. You see, I come in here & I bust my ass for these fans...the real fans. And you Spaz, you do it all for the money. Not for the fans. When was the last time you stepped foot in an indy ring?
It has been a long time, hasn't it? While you work one match a week, I am busting it every single day. Driving in cars while you are flying First Class.
You see Spaz, I understand where you're coming from. I been there. I been in EWT before. Don't you remember? My fued with HitmanMark? I brought him to the limits when he came back to EWT. He & I had matches beyond belief. So it's Ok Spaz.
You don't wish to face me, I understand. But I will be here, waiting. Until the day you man up.
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on Feb 15, 2007 13:16:09 GMT -5
*We' re in the locker room were we se Mysth, who looks really pissed off...*
Mysth : DAAAMN !! *Mysth throws his locker on the ground* DAMN IRISH BASTARD !! *Kicks the locker.*
THAT F***ING LIAM O' NEILL !! *Throws a table that was in the locker. The table breaks down.*
This idiot...*grabs one of the table' s feet.* he doesn' t even know... WHO THE F' K HE IS... *hits another locker with the feet of the table.*
...and he' s still in my way !! RUINING MY PLANS !!
I always have him in my head ! I can' t concentrate anymore ! *Sits down on his locker.*
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And he... he dares interfere in my matches...
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Everything was so perfect before I met him. All of my troubles come from him !
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I must destroy Liam O' Neill.
*Goes to next segment.*
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Boku AKA Da Green Guy
El Dandy
WC's Resident Pirate Otaku and Official Scapegoat
Always and Forever, Hurricane.
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Post by Boku AKA Da Green Guy on Feb 15, 2007 15:52:16 GMT -5
*Back from commercial, Axel (in his shades) is again in the infirmary looking to be almost laughing at his constant misfortune. Instead of just a bandage, his whole head is wrapped with a bandage that looks to be like a white headband. A medical attendant walks up to Axel.* Medic: It's not as bad as before, you just need to wear this for a few days. Axel: At least Thunder's a man, his attack actually left some damage. Rodgers hits like 90 year old woman that's suffering from arthritis. Who hits someone with a light bulb?! I mean I know he's a hick, but I didn't know he was a yard tard! Medic: Look, I like to sit and chat but I have some recent victims of ape that really need my help... So if you are- Axel: ...I'm fine. Go ahead. *The medical attendant rushes off to the poor local wrestlers while Jobby walks in the room.* Jobby: Axel, it's my fault! You're hurt again! *He throws his arms around Axel, who feels very violated by Jobby's affection.* Axel: I'M FINE! IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT! *Jobby lets go and looks at Axel with tears* Jobby: But I fail- Axel: Look... *sigh* I'm the one that let his guard down. Simple as that. *pause* Jobby: ...So you're sure you're okay? Axel: *Fearing another hug from Jobby.* Yes! *slight pause* Jobby: Good... See you in a bit! *He steps out of the room, the camera focuses on Axel.* Axel: ...What was that about? *a commercial break occurs. During it, the message: appears.* *The camera fades to Jobby, who has just walked out of the Wrestle Posse Dressing Room/Broom Closet without wearing his typical wrestling attire. Instead, he is wearing some very torn, acid jeans and a long, red tied headband. It appears that he has switched to game face mode and he walks down the hallway in a very serious manner. In his right arm he is carrying his stereo with him, and while he walks the halls a song is playing that is almost acting like a way to pump Jobby. He approaches a door marked with the name Redface Rodgers and he gently places his stereo next to the door.* Jobby: ...This is for Axel... *With that, he kicks the door off the hinges and walks into the room with his dukes up.* Jobby: REDFACE! WHERE ARE YOU?! *He pauses as it appears that someone else has already “avenged” Axel. Redface looks to be out cold on the ground, laying under the shattered remains of 2 light tubes. Jobby is still pumped and stomps the ground next to Rodger's face. Nothing. So he crouches down and pokes Redface, he then backs up and draws up his fists again. Nothing. Jobby walks up right to Redface and stares down at him. He then looks right at the camera.* Jobby: ...I got psyched up for nothing! And I wasted my rainy day, tough guy outfit for this! *Not wanting to record Jobby talk in detail about his ridiculous outfits.* Camera man: I think there's a note on him. Jobby: And I think you just broke the fourth wall! Camera man: ....not really... *pause* Jobby: ...touche. *Jobby reaches down and picks up the note to read out loud.* Jobby: "Dear Redface, despite it being plusgood of you to leave me a note, you speak nothing but ducktalk in your efforts to intimidate me. In short, I accept your challenge. Consider your unexistence inevitable. ~Signed, Christopher Indigo" *Redface begins to stir and Jobby, not wanting to be blamed for the attack despite planning one of his own, quickly walks over the fallen door and out of the room. He grabs his stereo and high tails it out of there.* *Fade into a FRUITY DELICIOUS! FRUITY FRUITY FRUITY FRUITY DELICIOUS SKITTLES! Commercial.*
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Post by Redface: Dispenser of Justice on Feb 15, 2007 18:07:52 GMT -5
*The Shot opens with Rodgers (completely bloody) walking down a hallway with a barbed-wire bat in one hand and a couple of light tubes in the other. He seems extremely perturbed. Eddie Omega's head appears out of a locker and heads towards Redface*
Omega: C'mere, I wanna talk to you...
Redface: Leave me alone, Eddie
Omega: I said I want to talk to you!
*Redface almost swings at Eddie's head with the bat but stops himself. Eddie Yanks the bat away*
Omega: Look it yourself, You're in no condition to be fighting anyone. I'm taking you to the hospital now.
Redface: Back off, Eddie! Indigo let me know what's up, and I'm gonna let him know I don't take crap like that lying down! And After I'm done with him, I'm gonna finish what I started with Axel *He begins to walk away*
Omega: *putting a hand on his shoulder* What the Hell is wrong with YOU? This is not what I taught you about in that Desert! You go, and You do whatever to Indigo, and whatever to the Wrestling Posse, and all that's gonna leave you is burnt out when your match comes along! Now what you can do, is let me take you to the hospital, and let them patch you up, and then you can take some time off, hit the weights get yourself in top shape for your match against Indigo...
Redface: *pointing to his forehead* look at what he did to me, Eddie
Omega: I know, I know. But trust me, that's gonna make it that much sweeter when you take the belt off his hands.
Redface: *smiling, leaning the tubes against the wall* Take me to get patched up, Eddie.
Omega: atta boy.
*They Exit*
*Fade to next segment*
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Feb 15, 2007 20:33:18 GMT -5
*Spaz is standing backstage, he is holding an old photo of himself, it shows him as a younger, skinnier man standing in the middle of a ring holding a title belt.*
Turner, you claim I have forgotten my indy roots, you claim I do it all for the money. You don't know me at all Turner.
You see this photo? That is me moments after I defeated TNT to win the AWF Australian Heavyweight Title. It was the first major title I ever won. I keep this photo with me everywhere I go to remind me where I came from & what it took to get to where I am today
You know nothing about me Turner. When I was EWT World Heavyweight Champion I went back home to AWF, back to the gym where I first learnt to wrestle. I went back to thank them, to show them the title that they helped me win. I then wrestled a match against TNT & Dean Draven. I didn't have to go, I didn't have to wrestle but I did coz I wanted to, I love this business. You think you know me Turner, you have no idea!
I know you though, I have seen many guys like you come through this company over the years, when I first joined I was you! But then a great man by the name of Jz took me under his wing & showed me what it meant to step into that ring, in front of the greatest wrestling fans in the world & make them gasp in awe of what they see before them, I learnt from the best & then, after a lot of hard work, I became the best!
You may think that I'm arrogant, that I have lost touch with the fans you just go out there & listen to them when I come through that curtain! I have earnt the respect of those fans & of most of the wrestlers in this organisation. Yes you may have had a great fued with HitmanMark but HitmanMark could drag a good match out of The Great Khali! You want me to "man up" & face you? Just coz you took a cheap shot & eliminated me from the Rumble after I threw you out you think you provoke me into a match? You are wrong Trik, I have bigger fish to fry then you.
The biggest fish of them all Maelstrom, he has something that I want. That EWT World Title is calling me, it wants to come home. It knows that it belongs around my waist. Maelstrom, what happened at the Rumble was a warning, to you & to all the others Spaz is back in the hunt for the gold & I will not rest until I bring it home, for me, for the AWF, for my family & for the fans!
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Maelstrom
AC Slater
The Tide Will Turn!
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Post by Maelstrom on Feb 15, 2007 21:54:49 GMT -5
*We return to ringside and the EWT faithful are extremely excited as Howard Finkel is in the ring and is about to announce the main event of the evening.*
THE FINK: “The following match is for one fall and is for the EWT World Heavyweight Title!”
*The fans let out a huge pop as this promises to be a doozy. After about twenty seconds of silence, just to get the fans a little more amped up, "Stripsearch" by Faith No More comes on as the entry lights get bright and the ramp glows red to simulate a carpet.*
THE FINK: "Introducing first, the challenger! He hails from Portland Oregon and weighs in tonight at 232lbs! He is the first ever EWT Royalty! Here is.....................King Ultimo Choculon!"
*With that out from the back comes King Choculon wearing his fancy neon crown, cape, and his purple sparkly boots. He stands at the top of the ramp and holds his cape out as purple & gold confetti blows out from either side of him and out into the crowd. UC then heads down the ramp, giving random fans the Paul Newman shooter gesture, and walks up the steps and enters the ring. He stands in the center of the ring, takes his crown off, and holds it at his side while striking a regal pose. His music dies down and he walks over to his corner, waiting for his opponent...*
THE FINK: “His opponent …”
*The crowd knows who is coming out and they are already not happy. King Choculon’s face disappears ias the lighting dims to a dark blue, smoke rises from the stage area. The opening chords of ‘La Gran Luxe’ begin to play. *
THE FINK: “Hailing from the aquarium, he weighs in at 289lbs and is the EWT World Heavyweight Champion … He is Maelstrom!!”
*The smoke has formed a cloud which rises above the stage and explodes with a massive pyro and benath it stands the champion Maelstrom. He holds the title above his head in one hand before returning it to his shoulder. The fans boo madly as Maelstrom heads to the ring. He climbs the steel steps and enters the ring, where he points at his belt and then at King choculon shaing his head. King Choculon removes his crown and cape as the referee holds up the title belt and calls for the bell.*
JIM ROSS: Hello everyone I’m good ol’JR, alongside Jesse ‘The body’ Ventura and with us is special guest Mr. Big. Now Mr. Big what are you doing out here?
MR BIG: I’m here to make sure certain individuals don’t move above there station.
JIM ROSS: Well Mr. Big we’ll see if that happens tonight as Bawh Gawd! We have a main event for you the fans at home. The first royalty of EWT: King Choculon versus the monster that we know as Maelstrom. Jesse your thoughts?
JESSE: Well Ross, this is going to be a match that could go right down the middle. Both men are very talented, both are on great winning streaks currently and both men have people gunning for them in the back. It could go either way tonight, but I’m leaning towards the champ simply on the fact he has greater experience in these situations.
The bell rings
Maelstrom and Choculon watch each other carefully, Maelstrom tests the ropes as Choculon prepares to move in, and they tie up. Chcoulon although the smaller of the two is not backing down in this lock up and manages to gain the leverage on the champion with an arm lock, Maelstrom reverses though into a hammerlock which Choculon escapes from and backs off to the ropes.
The crowd begins a ‘Let’s go Choculon!’ chant
JIM ROSS: Early stages here and both men testing each other out. Remember folks neither of these men have faced each other one on one in the ring before.
The two men once again circle, Maelstrom tries a quick punch but King choculon is out of range. They lock horns once more and this time Maelstrom just uses sheer power to overwhelm Choculon and hurls him into the corner. Maelstrom follows with a quick elbow, but it was not quick enough as King Choculon avoids it. Maelstrom is now in the corner and King Choculon lashes out with a series of chops.
*The crowd shouts ‘Woooo!’ with each strike*
Maelstrom more infuriated by the chops than anything else grabs King choculon and slams him into the corner reversing the situation again. Maelstrom shouts out to the audience “Chant along to this!” as he rears back for a chop of his own and then headbutts King Choculon in the face! Choculon falls to the floor and roll to the outside.
*A chorus of ‘Maelstrom Sucks’ batters the champion who just snarls some sort of repsonce to the audience*
MR BIG: That’s it Maelstrom, hurt him.
JIM ROSS: I can’t believe you actually enjoyed that, what Maelstrom did there was horrendous. Choculon could have a broken nose.
JESSE: Well Ross, you got to remember this Maelstrom is a monster he would have done that even if Mr. Big hadn’t spoken to him before the match.
Back in the action and Maelstrom has grabbed King Choculon from over the top rope and is trying to pull him back into the ring. Choculon has other ideas though and grabs Maelstroms head and sanps it against the top rope like a stone cold stunner. Maelstrom reels from the move clutching his neck, as Choculon checks his forehead for blood. Finding none Choculon seems to grow more determined to take Maelstrom down and climbs back into the ring. Choculon using his advantage applies a headlock, but Maelstrom shoves him away into the ropes. Choculon comes back from the rebound and runs right into a big boot. Maelstrom covers …
1,2, …
Choculon kicks out and gets to his feet quickly and tries kick to the gut but Malestrom catches it, Choculon not to be out done though leaps and cracks his other foot across the side of Maelstrom’s head. Einziguri finds the mark as Maelstrom drops to the canvas like a stone. Choculon rolls over and applies a cradle pin.
1,2 …
Maelstrom kicks out and gets to his feet, as Choculon peppers him with hard strikes to the head. Maelstrom blocks a punch and fires back with one of his own, they trade punches for a while, but Choculon is clearly getting the worse of it and Maelstrom know it as he scoops him up and delivers a savage powerslam. Maelstrom covers.
1,2 …
Choculon kicks out and rolls to the other side of the ring. Maelstrom charges after him but gets a side kick to the face, which knocks him back. Chcoulon attempts a running flying forearm to follow with, but gets thrown over the top rope by Maelstrom. Choculon lands on the outside with a heavy thud, Maelstrom follows him to the outiside and attempts a suplex but Choculon counters the move and applies an armbar on the outside of the ring. Chcoulon releases the hold and rolls back into the ring to break the ten count. He comes back out and stomps on Maelstrom before throwing him back into the ring. King choculon now in control again uses the ropes for momentum and nails a high-flying legdrop. Choculon once again covers …
1,2 …
Maelstrom kicks out but Choculon is not to be outdone here in his chance for the EWT World Heavyweight Title. Chcoulon lifts Maelstrom to his feet and manages to plant him with a northern lights suplex!
1,2 .. No Malestrom once again kicks out.
MR. BIG: I’ve had enough of this Ross!
JIM ROSS: Now where the hell is he going?
Back in the ring and King Choculon has Maelstrom in the corner where he is doing a ten punch for the crowd. Maelstrom throws King Choculon away though and then charges after him knocking him down with a big clothesline. The crowd begins to boo as Maelstrom nails a sideslam and then covers …
1,2 …
No! Choculon has kicked out of the pinfall. Meanwhile Mr. Big has made his way down to ringside although neither competitior seems to have noticed. Maelstrom lifts Choculon up for an atomic Drop but the King flips over an out of it, Choculon then leaps onto the second rope and attempts a moonsault .. but Maelstrom caught him!! Maelstrom is looking for a Tombstone piledriver here, no wait Choculon is fighting it …
JIM ROSS: Chcoulon has reversed the tombstone piledriver attempt!!
Choculon drops to his knees taking Maelstrom with him. Maelstrom lands squarely on his head from the impact of the Tombstone. King Choculon covers …
1,2,3 ….
No Maelstrom has kicked out at the last minute, the fans can’t believe it as they chant King Choculon’s name.
JIM ROSS: Uh-oh I think Mr. Big has had enough.
Indeed Mr. Big has got a hold of a chair and has entered the ring, the referee is protesting but Mr. big ignores him and takes a swipe at King Choculon. Howveer the newly crowned royalty saw it coming and has evaded the attack which ends up smacking Maelstrom across the face!!
*The referee calls for the bell*
THE FINK: the winner of this match thanks to a disqualification … Maelstrom!!
*The crowd boos loudly as Mr Big tries top help Maelstrom up. Maelstrom is not happy and shoves Mr. Big away in anger. Mr. Big tries to protest that he was aiming at Choculon but Maelstrom isn’t interested as he leaves the ring with his title, holding his now bleeding head. Mr big watches him go, not happy at the way things have turned out*
JIM ROSS: Look at this it’s Daryl Dragon!
*Daryl Dragon has climbed the top turnbuckle whilst King Choculon has the very same chair in hand. Mr. big turns around, King choculon throws him the chair and Daryl Dragon leaps with a missile dropkick. Feet and chair connect witht e large skull of Mr. Big. The huge bodyguard falls to the ground like a dead tree. Mr. Big is out for the count! The crowd instantly cheers and starts to chant “We’re not Worthy” in praise of the new King of EWT.
(fade out)
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