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Post by crauswell on Feb 17, 2007 18:26:47 GMT -5
We return from commercial, as we see the Ox Division Champion looking around the room, seated atop a giant plush teddy bear, bigger then himself, Ox Division belt around his waist as he looks at the screen, glancing briefly at his title.
Crauswell: Nobody takes me seriously. Nobody takes me as a challenge, tothem... I'm nothing more than a furry who just got lucky and won a belt. To them, I'm probably a joke. Well this joke... is still the most dominating champion in this entire domain! I have lost barely any match at all since I gained this title. I am close approaching one of the longest Ox Division Reigns in EWT History, and I am still a vicious brutal creature, bent on proving my superiority to everyone doubting. Despite what every hate filled furry bashing person in the back thinks, trying to plot on how they are going to take my title.
The furry looks up, patting his plush ursine friend, as he lays back further against him.
Crauswell: Let every challenger come... I shall shut you all up once and for all. Because I am officially going to solidify my reign as a great one. You see, about a year ago, there was a man named... Spaz. He embodied himself as Ox Division savior, a false title compared to me, but back then it was accurate. You know how he did it... he defended his title in a gauntlet match. After that, everyone saw him as a great champion. Well, if that's what it takes to prove how great I am, then so shall I... I will take on five challengers at March 4th... crush them and prove my reign is the greatest of all! And I don't care who challenges... whether it be Cassinova... Mysth... Senshe... El Tigre Feutre... or even Spaz himself... I WILL SHOW YOU ALL JUST HOW DAMN MUCH I LOVE THIS BELT... AND EACH AND EVERY DAMN ONE OF YOU WILL BE DEVOURED!!!
The furry spreads his wings again, letting them drop, then tenderly removing his title, cuddling up with it and laying atop the big stuffed bear as he seems to relax.... for now.
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Post by Indigocrates on Feb 17, 2007 20:35:04 GMT -5
**We cut backstage where Christopher Indigo is seen, Toolshed Title in hand, watching a TV monitor. He is snickering after watching Crauswell's promo.*
Indigo: "Crauswell, Crauswell, Crauswell, my fine feathered friend, you remain strong in your words and in your confidence. You have a plusgood bellyfeel about the status of your title reign, but in due time, we will meet in the ring. And your future will be all the more bleak. But enough about that sexcriminal of doubleplusungood volumes, it seems as though the unexistance of Redface Rodgers is on the rise. He and I will wrestle for the Toolshed Title come March 4th. If previous encounters with him are any indication, he'll be a most unhard opponent. As for Marcus "Stylez" Saxton, the prole is below this Inner Party member. As for jzbadblood, I haven't forgotten his destruction of the potential plusgood advancement of our plans that could have come from the RPITAR. He'll pay yet...he'll pay yet."
*Indigo leaves as we cut to the next segent.*
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Post by Banned Member on Feb 17, 2007 21:19:12 GMT -5
*Merc walks up to Curly backstage.*
Merc: Hey you two. I know were not exactly friends, but can you do me a favor, and sign this petition to get me into the title match?
CURLY LONG: Sure I will sign it, can't say I ever liked that giant blue water guzzling mockery of a champion any more than you. C'mon Big get your name down ...
MR BIG: Here?
MERC: Yeah on the dotted line ...
They both sign there names on the petition.
CURLY LONG: So when were you hoping to get the match Merc ...
MERC: Well before M ...
CURLY LONG: Don't say it ....
MERC: What? March 4th.
CURLY LONG: Oh no .... Big!
Mr. Big is seething, Merc decides not to hang around as Mr. Big begins to tremble with an inner fury. Before Curly can even hope to do anything Mr. Big destroys his shirt Hulk Hogan style and then proceeds to assault and beat up the entire Nation of Domination who were hoping to sign Merc's Petition. THe camera turns back to Curly who watches in amazement.
CURLY: No not D'Lo!
D'lo Brown stumbles past the camera with a chair connected to his throat. Curly watches and then grins.
CURLY: You know this might turn out in my favor ... heh heh
Curly wonders off after Mr. Big, and Ron Simmons walk in, and looks at the remains of the NOD.
Ron: DAMN!!!!!!!
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Post by Banned Member on Feb 17, 2007 21:21:43 GMT -5
*The camera fades in to TJT, who are at the catering table. All of a sudden, they feel like someone is standing behind them. All three turn around to see Merc standing there with a clipboard with a bunch of papers with people's names on it.*
Merc: Look, I know you don't like me, and hell, I don't like you, but I'm just asking for your names on this nice little pettion here. So I can get one more chance at EWT gold.
Thunder: What's in it for us?
*Terina turns to our side and faces Thunder.*
Terina*Whispering to Jim*: Quiet, we might get something for this later. Don't try his patience.
*She turns back and faces Merc.*
Terina: Where do you want us to sign?
*Merc pulls out a pen and motions at a few blank lines. Thunder, Jupiter and Terina sign it.*
Jupiter: There, no get outta here! We don't want you giving us anymore crap!
Terina*To Jupiter*: Quiet!
Merc: Well I thank the three of you very much. I won't forget this.
Jupiter: Whatever...
*TJT turn back to the table, and, with them having signed the sheet, Merc takes his leave.*
*Camera fades away.*
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Post by Banned Member on Feb 17, 2007 21:22:41 GMT -5
*Merc is walking down the hall way when he sees J & A talking. Merc walks up to the two.*
Merc: Hey guys can I ask you something?
Axel: What the hell do you want?
Merc: Well I was wondering if you could sign this pettion to grant me one more shot at the EWT championship?
Jobby: Sure Merc I'll be more than happy to sign!
*Axel slaps the clipboard out of Jobbys hands.*
Axel: What do you think your doing?
Jobby: I was just trying to be nice!
Axel: Why the hell should we give you the chance for a title shot? You obviously don't deserve a damn thing if you have to look to the lockeroom popularity to receive your shot.
Jobby: Axel, be nice!
Axel: Fine do whatever the hell you want, but take note Merc I could take you.
*points to his bandage bandana and lifts his shades to stare at Merc face to face.*
Axel: Bandages and all.
*Axel storms off, and Jobby picks up the clipboard, and signs the paper, and hand it back to Merc before chasing after Axel. He turns back and shouts.*
Jobby: Good luck, Merc!
*Merc looks down and is shocked to see there's actually two signatures. Both in Jobby's handwriting.*
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Post by Banned Member on Feb 17, 2007 21:26:16 GMT -5
*Merc wonders into the locker room still steamed at Axel's rudeness. Merc bumps into Rodgers who is getting ready for tonights matches.*
Merc: Oh sorry man didn't see you there. Just a little bit pissed off.
Redface: Thats ok, just watch where you're goin', man. What do you got to be so pissed about?
Merc: Well that damn Axel is such an ass hole to every one. He thinks he can actually take me.
Red: *Snickers* Yeah, that Axel can be a major jackass.
Merc: Say aren't you going for the Tool shed title?
Red: Hell yeah, dude. Indigo is going down, a,m
Merc: You know what man. I think you will destroy him.
Red: You think?
Merc: I know. Hey listen while I got you here you wanna sign this petition to get me a shot at the EWT championship?
Red: The one that Eddie will win?
*Merc glares for a sec, and then pulls out some beef jerky out of his pocket, and takes a bite. Merc sees that Rodgers mouth is watering.*
Merc: Would you like some?
Red: You betcha sweet ass I would!
Merc: Well I dunno. You won't sign my paper.
Red: Well if you give me that Jerky I will!!!
Merc: Ok deal!
*Merc hands over the jerky on the clipboard. Rodgers quickly signs his name, and starts in on the Jerky as Merc takes his leave.*
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Post by Banned Member on Feb 17, 2007 21:29:59 GMT -5
Merc walks up to Raskall, and Trunk coming out of the mens room.
Merc: Hey guys could you sign this petition to get me into the title match on March 4th?
Raskall: Merc? Yeah, I've seen him in action. Hell of a tough guy. And what's more, he's got a thing or two in common with Raskall and Trunk, in that he's been screwed out of opportunities the past few months. We get shot after shot at the tag titles, and somebody comes along and screws us over. Merc tries to gain respect, and EWT management basically gives him the finger. He beat the EWT Champion Maelstrom. Who cares if it was by countout? We were watching that match, and if Maelstrom hadn't pussed out, Merc would've been the EWT Champion. To me, Merc's performance in that title match more than earns him a title shot in the Leviathan Chamber. And besides, you put Merc in there, it's one more guy that King Clownshoes has to worry about, if he even makes it out of the Elimination Chamber.
Well, that's my two cents. Come on Trunk, let's put on our boogie shoes and dance the night away.
* The two sign the paper, and dance off.*
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Post by dorf on Feb 17, 2007 21:33:34 GMT -5
*The camera goes backstage where Dorf is having the microphone all to himself. He has some words to say....*
Dorf: Let me first start off say that beating ape at the Royal Pain in the Ass Rumble 3 was no victory for me. Sure, I got the 1,2,3 and ape bled more than me, but ape just walked it off like it was a traditional wrestling match. WRESTLING, where it is illegal 5/6ths of the time.
I had to overcome a loss to runner-up RatingsI had severe mental cutbacks into our classic match. I HAD to overcome that mental breakdown you had to the point of pressuring me to quit. I HAD to be put on a gurney after defeating you, sure it was a bone-headed move on my part, but it was enough to get the win. I HAD lacerations on both of my legs and a bad cut on my neck....which will be scarred for the rest of my life.
*Just then The Rock comes right in*
The Rock: I HAD? I HAD? I HAD? Quit your whining, you little b****!
Dorf: But, I HAD H-
The Rock: IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT "YOU HAD!" I'll tell you what you should be doing. You should check-in to the Smackdown Hotel...right on Jabroni Drive, to KNOW YOUR ROLE AND SHUT YOUR MOUTH!
*crowd cheers crazily as these two Superstars battle it out.*
Dorf: Well, Rock...you're right, well somewhat. I should know my role and that is a bit of a problem...but there is one thing I WILL NEVER DO and that ONE THING is to Shut...my...mouth.
*Dorf drops his mic and says some choice words to The Rock, while the Rock just nods and nods. The Rock turns around, Dorf just looked at his back and he started to walk away before Rock would do the obvious sneak attack punch.*
*Out of nowhere, ape swings on what appears to be a vine and flies right onto Rock and performs an Eye for an Eye....Luckily, security was right on it and both of Rock's eyes are unscathed for now. It seemed he wanted to go for dorf, but was just a little late. Camera fades for commerical.*
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Post by Banned Member on Feb 17, 2007 21:39:16 GMT -5
*Merc sees Mysth who is putting his bags into his car for the night*
Merc: Hey Mysth before ya leave can you...
*Mysth takes the clipboard, and signs it.*
Mysth: You know before I was a wrestler here in EWT I was a really great fan of the product, and the wrestlers, and finally stepping into the ring with you Merc. One of the legit toughest athletes in the EWT and that if there' s one guy who deserves to represent the brand, it' s you, and you deserve that shot!!!
Merc: Why thank you man.
*Mysth gets in his car, and drives off.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Feb 17, 2007 21:41:28 GMT -5
*Toom E is sitting in his office when Maelstrom walks in.*
Maelstrom: You wanted to see me?
Toom: Yes, I wanted to see you. Do you realize what you have done?
Maelstrom: What have I done?
Toom: For starters...your match idea will cost us a fortune. And second off...Spaz & Merc BOTH have a no rematch clause after their Final Encounters with you. What the hell are you challenging them for?
Maelstrom: Because I am the champion. I hold this belt & I defend this belt. I'm fed up of this constant battering from all sides for this title. The Chamber is a guarantee that keeps everyone in my sights and of course that I can win. And it is a guarantee win for you. As for both Spaz & Merc...
Toom: NO!!! They will NOT be in the match. I will grant your stipulation, but I will NOT grant them a rematch.
*Maelstrom sets a piece of paper down.*
Maelstrom: Do you see this? This contract you gave me? You left everything but my name blank. The stipulation is blank. The participants are blank. All of it was left to my chosen. Well, this is what I choose & these are who I choose. Give me them all...including Merc & Spaz. Do it or be in breach of contract.
Toom: Son of a...FINE!!! You got it. But, you better retain the title or so help me...get out now.
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Post by Banned Member on Feb 17, 2007 21:50:04 GMT -5
We cut backstage where Cassinova is talking on his cell phone once more. He seems to be talking to an agent of sorts, and looks to be in a bad mood.
Cassinova: Yes, I heard about Crauswell's Gauntlet challenge, and no, I'm not going to be in it. I refuse to be apart of a title match with four other people, when I'm already the frickin' #1 Contender! How many times do I have to say that! This is bulls***, Morty! The more I think about it, the more I want to quit this stupid fed and go somewhere else. They're trying to screw me just like all the rest of the companies I've worked for.
As he complains, Merc walks behind him with a clipboard and taps him on the shoulder.
Merc: Hey, you.
Cass turns to face him and tells him to hold on by putting up his index finger. He then goes back to his conversation.
Cassinova: I told you, I'm not signing up for that match. F*** Crauswell, f*** the Ox-Division, and f*** EWT. I'm this close to leaving, Morty. This close.
Merc gets kind of impatient and taps Cassinova once more.
Merc: Hey, I'm talking to you. I want you to sign this.
Cassinova: Yeah? Well I'm talking to my agent, and I want you to shut the hell up!
Merc frowns and contemplates knocking Cassinova out cold, but decides to remember this moment in case they ever cross paths again. Meanwhile, Cassinova continues to ignore Merc as he talks on the phone.
Cassinova: No, it's no one. Just some bum who wandered into the arena looking for a job. But like I was saying, you think I could get a job at ROS? ...I wouldn't be able to cut it? Who said that? Who? Maxx Awesome? What?
Merc finally gives up and slaps the phone from Cassinova's hand. He then shoves the clipboard in his face and begins yelling at him.
Cassinova: Dude!
Merc: Shut up and listen close, you sniveling, dips*** metrosexual. Let's strike a deal. You sign this, and I won't have to break your freaking neck. Sound fair?
Cassinova (gulps): Yeah. Totally.
Merc: Good.
Cassinova quickly signs the papers and hands the clipboard back to Merc, who storms off quickly but menacingly. Cassinova picks up his cell phone and begins talking again.
Cassinova: Morty? You still there? Good. Sorry about that, man. Yeah, that homeless guy I was telling you about just (short pause)... wait... what the hell did I just sign?
Cassinova looks puzzled as the screen fades to the next segment.
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Post by Banned Member on Feb 17, 2007 22:09:30 GMT -5
*Merc is walking up to Tooms office when Sum Guy comes up to him.*
SG: Hello I'm Sum Guy, and I..........
*Merc grabs the mic.*
Merc: You smell like piss!!!!
SG: Well I....
Merc: Dude thats gross!!!!
Sg: But I left my change of clothes at the hotel. I just wanted to know what your thoughts were at teaming with Spazz this week?
Merc: Well I'll tell you. It's really quite simple. Me, and Spazz are two of EWT's finest. Team Ireland better be studying the tapes. Because I know there will be new tag champs.
SG: And what about Tooms ruling on that you can't get another title shot?
Merc: Well he did say that yes, but there is a loop hole. You see Toom said against Maelstrom, but this match is against seven other guys, and if Toom still has a problem with that. Lets see how he likes this nice big ass petition with over 50,000 signatures on it. Speaking of those? Sum you need to sign.
SG: But I'm a Maelstrom fan!
Merc: Either sign or I'll make you shark bait for real!!!
*Sum grabs the clipboard, and signs, and Merc walks into Tooms office.*
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Post by ape on Feb 18, 2007 1:56:33 GMT -5
*the scene cuts to psychoapeguy sitting in a dark, padded room. he's sitting in the corner, punching himself in the skull. he begins to scream.*
why?! how?!.....i know....hehe i know i was headed right for dorf....i know dorf was in my sights...i know dorf was about to get his eye ripped from his socket.....but....but the next thing i know, i've got the rock?......no!!.......it's....it's like i lost all control of my body......it's...it's like.......he's.....coming back....
*a click is heard and the room becomes illuminated with a red hue. psychoapeguy looks to the side of the camera, where the red light seems to be spewing from. a look of shock covers his face and he begins to rip hair out of his skull.*
....no.....oh no........not......not now....not when i'm so close to getting what i want.....no!.....i won't let you come back....you hear me?......I WON'T LET YOU COME BACK!!
*ape begins to headbutt the concrete floor beneath him. he continues to headbutt the ground until he knocks himself unconscious. with his motionless body lying there, the camera pans to the side to reveal a red lava lamp illuminating the room. the camera fades to black.*
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Post by xombiehiphop on Feb 18, 2007 13:22:47 GMT -5
This particular scene begins with the camera staring upwards towards a blinding, retina scorching light. It begins to dim a bit as three silhouettes step into view, foot steps drawing closer. The three members of The Draugr, dressed in very odd attire..even for this macabre group. They are all dressed in matching black suits and ties (think the main characters from Reservoir Dogs). However, the suits are not the most bizarre parts of this ensemble. No, the selection of masks they have covering their faces are far stranger. Ghost Face has chosen to wear a pale, plastic rabbit mask. The eyes wide and pink. The face emotionless. Corpse conceals his features with a long, rubber horse mask. The yellow hued eyes practically bulging out. And, finally, Wraith is adorned with a dark colored goat mask, with even a pair of menacing horns protruding from it. All three begin to speak in a whispered, slightly muffled, haunting tone..
We got no class... And we got no principles... And we got no innocence... We can't even think of a word that rhymes...
The camera shifts to a new angle, panning backwards and revealing that the trio is standing directly in the center of an old, run down playground. The monkey bars are rusted. The slides aren't in any better condition. And the chains of the swings have been snapped off, leaving them broken and useless. The whispered pitch continues..
No more pencils.. No more books.. No more teacher's dirty looks..
Wraith steps to the forefront while the remaining members rest their arms behind their backs, lowering their heads..
Wraith: ..Tutor Tyreese..Principal Pain..you can't teach me a goddamn thing..and you aren't able to stop these thoughts..
Tapping a finger lightly against the side of his masked head
Wraith: ..I'm already far too corrupted. Brain washed by blood, violence and gore. ..Something you two..don't seem to like very much. You preach and preach about pure wrestling. ..How boring. It's just like the news. No one watches the news..for good news. It's NO fun..until someone dies. ..And in your case, Tyrese..it's no fun..until you get HURT..
Wraith steps back into the fold and three begin to sing again, in that creepy, hissed and raspy tone. In the of "Joy To The World"
Joy to the world, the school burnt down and all the teachers died..
They were looking for the principal, he's hanging from the flag pole, with a rope around his neck..
With a rope around his neck, with a rope around his neck..
Joy to the world, the teachers dead..
We barbecued his head..
..And what about his body?
The Draugr all turn towards each other and begin to laugh, drawing our promo to it's conclusion..
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2007 14:22:27 GMT -5
*Camera fades into the arena, facing the stage. The bell rings.* Finkel: Our next contest is a TAG TEAM MATCH, and is scheduled for ONE FALL... *The lights go out, and suddenly beginto flash multicolor and strobes, while "Different World" blares across the speakers, much to the fans suprise. However, they immeditaely begin to boo when they realize who's coming out, seated in a Jaguar driving onto the stage.* Finkel: Introducing first, being naccompanied by Terina, from San Diego, California, at a total combined weight of 446 pounds..... T.....J.....T!*The Upper Crust Trio hops out of their car, clad in their usual gear, sunglasses and all, and begin to make their way down to the ring, Thunder and Jupiter trading insults with the legions of angry fans. When they reach the ring, Jim and Jason go to opposite sides, strike a few poses, and slide in. Terina approaches the apron and hops on, in a sitting positon with her arms in the air. Thunder and Jupiter both grab a hand and pull her up, then opening up the gap between the middle and top ropes for her to climb through. She then directs them to the trunbuckle with a few gestures, and Jim and Jason scale the turnbuckles, once more taunting the fans. She motions for the mic as Jupiter and Thunder climb down, and the music dies down as well, ready to speak.* Terina: As many of you all know, there's a lot of questions that you may want answered, and don't worry, we'll answer them. Now, if you don't interrupt us, as all these boos are doing, we will gladly share our challenge for March 4, as we are-- *At a moments notice, DX's music begins and the two storm out, doing their normal entrance as if they're God's gift to humankind. However, this was probably not a good idea. TJT, particularly Thunder and Jupiter, are now furious for being interrupted like this by DX, and, with stell chairs, rush outside and crack them over the heads of the crusty old duo. The bell now rings, and the match is officially under way. Michaels is conked out on the ramp, recieving the 10 Stomps of Pain from Jupiter, while Thunder covers the dazed Triple H inside the ring.* 1... 2... KICKOUT. *Thunder is now even angrier, and calls Jupiter in. Thunder hoists Trips up in the Crucifix Powerbomb setup, and Jupiter follows up with the inverted cutter, executing Thunder has Struck on Jupiter. Thunder goes for the cover, and the ref counts once more.* 1... 2... 3! FInkel: here are your winners, T.....J.....T!*The victorious team does not care, and simply exits the ring, not even celebrating their victory, but rather, seeming angry for being interrupted.* *As they walk off, the camera fades away.*
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Post by teamireland on Feb 18, 2007 17:00:13 GMT -5
*Cut into the Team Ireland locker room. Liam O'Neill is training at a punchball. Coach O'Hare approaches him.* O'Hare: Alright, Liam. We're finally getting back on track. Billy Gunn last week was a good start to getting back up there, but this week we have Petey Williams. Williams is much better competition than Rock-A-Billy Kip Ass. Do you think that you're ready to take on this fella? Liam: [still punching] I can do it... I'm the key to this operation... got to get my head in the game... then we can ascend... [Liam stops punching, pops a few pills] We'll be at the top... I'll be there too...
*Liam resumes punching & hits the ball so hard it flies right off & against the wall. As Liam & O'Hare exit we zoom in on the ball & see a photograph of Mysth plastered to the front of it.*
*That generic sounding rock music that sounds vaguely like "O, Canada" at the start plays as Petey Williams makes his way into the EWT arena.* Toni "The Garc" Garcya: Ladies & Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 20 minute time limit. Introducing first, from Windsor, Ontario; weighing in at 180lbs, "The Canadian Destroyer", PETEY... WILLIAMS! *Petey turns around on the ramp & raises his arms over his head before walking on down to the ring to the cheers of the fans. He gets into the ring & slams his fists onto the top turnbuckle before raising his arms up over his head again.* Garcya: And his opponent... *"Rocket" by Braund Reynolds starts to play as Liam O'Neill & Coach O'Hare enter. O'Hare is still visibly displeased with Liam's entrance music. The crowd still aren't quite sure what to make of Liam's recent behaviour & he gets something of a mixed reaction. He walks on down to the ring, twitching slightly, but smiling. He attempts to high five some fans on his way down the ramp, but they want nothing to do with him so he winds up slapping their faces & knocking drinks out of their hands.* Garcya: Being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, representing Team Ireland, weighing in at 209lbs, LIAM... O... NEILL!
DING-DING!
Nick Russ: Good evening EWT fans. Nick Russ here with Jerome "The Lord" East, all set to call this match between Team Ireland's Liam O'Neill & former Team Canada captain Petey Williams. Jerome "The Lord" East: As you know Nick, I'm usually a big supporter of Team Ireland, but Liam's rcent behaviour has to have even his biggest fans baffled. it's difficult to predict the outcome of this match. Liam's oddball behaviour could well throw Williams off-balance, on the other hand, Liam could just lose it entirely & allow Williams to capitalise.
*In the ring, the two men are locking up. Liam uses his slight weight advantage to force Petey back into a corner. The refree gets in between the two & tries to make them break things up a bit. Liam releases his grip, but then starts throttling Petey violently. the ref actually steps in between them & physically pushes Liam away.*
Russ: Looks as though O'Neill's snapped already.
*The ref admonishes O'Neill. It looks as though Liam is getting ready to strike the ref, but he holds off & goes back to work on Petey. Liam stands on the middle rope & gives Petey the ol' 10-punches. The crowd counts along.* "1...2...3...4...5...6...7..." *Before Liam can land number 8, Petey grabs Liam's legs & goes for a Running Liger Bomb. He hits it, but Liam rolls out before the ref can make the count. Trying to maintain his advantage Petey picks Liam up & hits a Cradle DDT. Williams goes for a cover.*
1...
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KICKOUT!
*Petey tries to maintain his advantage & grabs Liam by the hair, But O'Neill elbows Petey in the gut a few times & gets back on the offensive. Liam Irish whips Petey to the ropes. Petey comes running back & spins around Liam like a Tilt-A-Whirl before hitting him with a Russian Leg Sweep. Petey seems to be getting more fired up. He's standing ther making that "Reelin' him in" motion.*
Russ: Oh, we know what this means Jerome. East: O'Neill better be prepared to feel "The Canadian Destroyer"
*But Coach O'Hare leps on the apron & distracts Petey for a moment. Petey ignores Liam for the time being & instead focusses on Team Ireland's interfering manager. Petey grabs O'Hare by the back of his head & forcefully brings him into the ring. Petey boots O'Hare in the midsection & puts him in the Piledriver position. Williams starts making that circular motion over his head.*
East: Is he going to give Coach O'Hare "The Canadian Destroyer"? That's hardly fair. The Coach isn't even a wrestler! Russ: O'Hare ought to keep himself out of Team Ireland's matches, then maybe he wouldn't find himself in situations like this!
*Petey looks out towards the fans nodding his head. All the fans are cheering wildly in the hopes that the hated O'Hare will finally get his just desserts. The referee is getting in Williams' face, telling him to leave the Coach alone. While all this is going on, Liam sneaks up from behind & elbows Petey right in the back of the neck. The ref helps O'Hare to the outside as Liam continues to attack Petey, even giving him a Low Blow. He follows up with a neckbreaker & Hennig-esque Rolling Neck Snap. As Petey tries to sit up, Liam delivers a stiff as f*** kick to the Canadian's back! & again! AND AGAIN! Liam runs the ropes on the opposite side of the ring & kicks Petey right in the head.*
East: O'Neill finally seems to be getting some of his old fire back right now. Williams might be in trouble.
*Liam kneels down next to Petey & sets him up in "The Celtic Knot". They're right in the middle of the ring, with nowhere for Petey to reach to. Liam keeps the hold on, viciously cranking the pressure on Petey's neck. In the end, all Williams can do is submit.*
DING-DING-DING!
Garcya: Here is your winner by submission... LIAM... O... NEILL!
*But Liam's not releasing the hold. Abominable Iron Sloth's "Hats Made of Veal & That New Car Scent" is playing, just as it did when Liam defeated Billy Gunn last week & the referee is trying to tell Liam that he won, but Liam won't release Williams. There's a crazed look in Liam's eyes! Even O'Hare gets in to try & convince him to let Petey go.*
DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING!
Russ: Liam O'Neill's lost it! We need some help out here or he could end up seriously injuring Petey Williams permanently!
*Road agents & Wrestlers, including Liam's own team mates, pour out from the back to calm him down & make the Irishman release Williams from "The Celtic Knot". Finally, mercifully, they do so. Liam is led off to the back by the rest of Team Ireland, all of whom seem quite scared by him, as medical personnel help Petey Williams in the ring.*
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Post by xombiehiphop on Feb 18, 2007 17:26:10 GMT -5
"Here comes the Ax Here comes the Smasher The Demolition, Walking disaster.." [/i]
-"Pain And Destruction", the theme of Demolition begins to blare as Ax and Smash march their way down to the ring, dressed in their classic full garb. Masks, leather and spikes. They enter the ring and raise their arms skywards, awaiting the arrival of their opponents..-
"Suppose you were to die tonight...what would you say?" [/i]
-"We Die Young" by Alice and Chains begins to play and all three members of The Draugr appear upon the ramp, not bothering to enter from different sections of the arena on this night. The ghastly trio are still clad in the creepy masks they wore from their latest promo (Ghost Face wearing a rabbit mask, Corpse with a horse mask and Wraith with a goat mask, respectively) Ghost Face and Corpse slide into the ring and have stare off with Ax and Smash, masked faces to masked faces. The four men in the ring remove the masks as Demolition let their tongues dangle and the two Draugr members merely scowl at them with contempt. The voices of announcers Michael Cole and JBL can soon be heard..-
Cole: An interesting contest we have here tonight from a pair of tag teams with...let's say "unique" looks.
JBL: A bunch of freaks that wear masks to the ring! Demolition look like they just stepped off the set of Mad Max twenty years too late! And these Draugr kids look like they've been dead for the past five years. Those rings under their eyes aren't painted! How well, can you do in the ring when you haven't slept?!
Cole Looks aside, Ax and Smash are a legendary tag team and The Draugr look to have a promising future. They obliterated Power and Glory last week and had a hell of a match with TJT a few weeks back, until The Axel Halaway of the Wrestle Posse got involved.
JBL: If there are any parents watching, THIS is what happens when you let your children worship the devil and go to Marilyn Manson concerts! I listened to Hank Williams and look how I turned out! I'm rich!
-The bell rings and Ax and Ghost Face are the pair who will start us off. They begin to circle each other until Ax lunges for his smaller adversary, only to have Ghost Face shift his way behind him. He nails Ax about the back of the head with clubbing blows before pushing him into the ropes and whipping him across the ring. Once Ax rebounds his is nailed with a Spinning Heel kick that takes him off his feet. Ghost Face drops to his knee's and begins to choke the life out of Ax until the ref forces him to stop. Ghost Face gives Ax a few well placed stomps before whipping him towards his corner. Ghost Face rushes in but Ax is able to backdrop him as he charges..however, Ghost Face lands on the apron. He gives Ax a few more clubbing blows, before locking in the version of the Tarantula that CM Punk currently utilizes, choking Ax again. It's not until the ref almost reaches five that Ghost Face releases him..-
Cole: The smaller team of The Draugr clearly have the speed advantage but Demolition easily have the strength and power on their size.
JBL: Demolition are as tough as they come but I have been impressed out how vicious these Draugr guys are, fashion sense aside. Not to mention they have that other nutcase in the goat mask outside of the ring..
-Wraith watches from the outside as Ghost Face wrenches Ax's arm before tagging Corpse in. Corpse comes off the top rope with a double Ax Handle from the top and gives the limb a few stomps. He takes Ax down with a Snap Suplex before springing onto the middle ropes and spring boarding off. However, Ax has risen to his feet and raises a boot which catches Corpse in mid air, successfully dropping him. Ax shakes off the cobwebs and tags in Smash who hits Corpse with a Clothesline as he gets to his feet. Ax drags Corpse to his feet and connects with a Short-Arm Clothesline. He keeps a grip on Corpse's wrist and goes for other attempt, but this time Corpse ducks and Drop Kicks Smash in the back of the head, sending him stumbling into the ropes. Angered, Smash rushes forward and right into a Drop Toe Hold from the Draugr member, Smash hitting his head on the bottom turnbuckle. With Smash slumped down in the corner, Corpse quickly darts across the ring to the opposite corner of the ring, and quickly speeds back, diving and putting two boots into Smash's face making a loud and audible "SMACK" noise-
Cole: Demolition having a difficult time getting a hold of The Draugr it seems!
JBL Hell, who would have thought zombie's could move so fast!
-Corpse makes the tag and the same move is repeated..except this time, Smash gets his face caved in by four boots as opposed to two. Smash rolls onto his side clutching his face as Ax stomps into the ring. He charges but is sent crashing to the mat as Ghost Face and Corpse nail him with an impressive Double Drop Sault. With Ax in the middle of the ring, Corpse and Ghost Face scale opposite turnbuckles and look to put an end to Ax. Unfortunately, Smash has recovered and he shakes the ropes, causing Corpse to crotch himself. Ghost Face hops down from the ropes and nails Smash with a few punches but Ax hits him from behind. They whip Ghost Face into the ropes and send him to the canvas with a stiff Double Spinebuster. Ax hits a Backbreaker and Smash climbs to the top rope..-
Cole: Demolition are going for the "Demolition Decapitation"! This one could be over!
-Just as Smash is about to leap downwards to complete the move, Wraith, who had rushed to the opposite side of the ring from the outside, shoves him straight off and into the barricade. The ref had been tending to Corpse during this time period..-
JBL: What did I tell you?! You have to have eyes in the back of your head when these psychopaths are out here!
Cole: Smash's head just smacked right into that barricade, damn it!
-Ax tosses Ghost Face aside and looks at his withering partner in shock. The second he turns around, he is dropped by Corpse's version of Alex Shelley's finisher that he refers to as "To The Bones". Corpse then proceeds to lift The Demo into a wheel barrel position and hoists him off the mat. While doing so, Ghost Face runs the ropes and snags Ax's head into a DDT position. Both men suddenly and drop to a seated position, driving Ax's head harshly into the mat-
JBL HOLY...what the hell was THAT?!
Cole: I'm not sure but they call it "Dusk Requiem"!
JBL: If I wasn't too busy carrying the APA I might have been able to come up with something like that!
-Ghost Face rolls Ax over and makes the academic..1..2..3..-
JBL: I hate how they look and they definitely won't EVER be invited to the Layfield estate but I like what they can do in the ring!
-The goat masked Wraith enters the ring and the trio kneels in a circle around Ax, who's still gripping his face in pain..-
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Oak: Certified Jade Hater
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on Feb 18, 2007 22:49:24 GMT -5
"Dust 'N Bones" by Guns 'N Roses hits as Rated X come out, looking severely pissed off after what happened with TJT and Minipax. Chad & Mike slide in and just stand in the ring as the announcer makes the introductions.
Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall. First, from San Diego, CA and Miami, FL respectively, weighing in at a combined weight of 489 lbs., Rated EEEEXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!
Instead of the usual phone-call entrance of the VKM, we hear.....
"The World's Largest Love Machine: Viscera"
Chad: F***.
Viscera comes out, cake in hand, still stuffing his fat face. Almost immediantly, pyro erupts from the top of the ramp & "Slow Chemical" by Finger Eleven starts to play. Kane appears as Mike just starts to laugh a bit, jut at how random this is.
Mike: Well, it can't get any worse.
Weird banda music plays as Mistico comes out, looking like he overdosed on coffee and smoked waaay to much.
Mike: Then again, I could be wrong.
Viscera. Kane, and Mistico all slide into the ring (well, Viscera tries, but falls down and gets cake all over his face). Chad and Mike slide out, not liking the 3-2 disadvantage. Chad and Mike slowly stand on the apron, but Chad jumps off as Kane comes rushing at them, distracting him from Mike. Mike takes this opportunity to hit the Shining Enzuigiri, knocking his head nearly off. Chad finishes the job with a chair to the skull, taking him out of the match. Mistic tries to dropkick Mike off, but Mike hops over the ropes and hits a forearm, knocking him down. Chad slides in and both men grab Mistico before hitting the Pepsi Challenge. By this time, Viscera has gotten into the ring, only to get knocked down with a shoulder tackle and a spear. Chad and Mike look around before climbing the ropes and hitting the Kiss Your "X" Goodbye. Chad has the pin and Mike hits a dropkick, knocking Kane out of the ring.
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Chimel: Here are your winners, Rated X!!!
Mike and Chad stnad in the ring, looking disgusted at the match. The fans start yelling as the real VKM (Voodoo Kin Mafia) slide into the ring as Mike and Chad still look around. Right when the VKM are about to attack, Chad and Mike hit stereo Pele Kicks as Don West has a heart attack in the audience over screaming "PELE!!".
Chad: We could see you on the ToomiTron you jackasses!!
Kip tries to get up, but gets sandwiched between dropkicks. BG doesn't do any better, and gets kickedin the gut by Chad as Mike climbs the ropes. Chad hoists BG in the air for an F-5, and Mike flies off, hitting the Air-Born and Bred. Mike makes the pin as Chad hits the Collision Course on Kip.
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Chimel: Here are your winners, Rated X!!
Rated X slide out of the ring and start walking to the back as Kane sits up, glaring at the two menacingly.
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Post by brokenrose on Feb 19, 2007 0:05:40 GMT -5
*The camera fades in, showing members of the crowd all excitedly waving at the camera, in hopes of being shown on tv.* Finkel: The next match is set for one fall! Introducing the first competitor... *A slight pause occurs before the DING DING DING of A-Train's music comes over the speakers to let everyone know who exactly is coming out. The mountain of a man walks out from behind the EWT curtain and stops at the top of the ramp. As he lifts his arms, his smoke pyro goes off. He then walks down the ramp.* Finkel: From Boston, Massachusetts. Weighting in at 337 lbs.... A-TRAIN! *A-train enters the ring and lifts his arms again, going right to where the camera is. The music ends. A slight “Shave Your Back!” chant is being to pick up before it is broken by Senshe's music.* Finkel: And his opponent... From Parts Unknown... SEN-SHE! *Senshe walks out from behind the curtain and no sells the slight bit of cheers he's given. Again, he is covered from head to toe without a single bit of skin showing and a draw string black mask. He walks straight down to the ring, enters it via the stairs, and walks to meet A-Train face to face. Or would if Senshe wasn't what would look to be 5'7”. The crowd picks this up immediately and groans, thinking that this is going to be a squash match. Even A-Train is laughing that he has to waste his time with an individual that barely put Terina away. Yet again Senshe no sells this and looks to be confident in his abilities. The music ends.* JBL: This has to be a joke. Cole: What do you mean, John? JBL: HOW IS SENSHE GOING TO BEAT A-TRAIN?! Cole: By outsmarting him? JBL: I think this match was over the second Dangerously signed it. Cole: I think Senshe has a chance. JBL: You would. Cole: Well, I mean Rey Mysterio beat you didn't he? JBL: You shut your mouth before I make you! *A-Train laughs at Senshe and bends down to look at him at eye level. He sticks out his bearded chin to offer a free shot. Senshe glares at him and doesn't do anything.* JBL: Look here, he's offering a free shot and Senshe's not taking it! Cole: Well, maybe Senshe feels insulted. *A-Train closes his eyes and continues to point at his chin. Senshe finally reacts with a stiff chop to the throat. A-Train's eyes bug out and he gasps for breath, Senshe takes this time to throw another hard chop yet this time at A-Train's nose and eye area. A-Train let's out a yell of pain and grabs his face, as he does this Senshe hits another stiff chop at his throat. A-Train grips his throat and is now leaning against the ropes. Senshe uses this to his advantage and rears back to hit a stiff chop to the chest.* WOOOOO! *He goes for another one.* WOOOOO! *As he attempts another one, A-Train swings an arm in his direction. Senshe ducks and waits for A-Train to turn around.* WOOOOO! *At this point, A-Train is getting upset that he is being overtaken so easily. Senshe goes for another chop but is pushed back first into the ropes by A-Train. He goes for an Irish Whip but Senshe reverses it and begins to throw A-Train to the other side. But A-Train barely moves and he pulls Senshe to him to deliver a hard Clothesline that levels Senshe.* Ohhhh! *A-Train lifts Senshe by the back of his mask and pulls a bit at the strings, attempting to mess with Senshe. Senshe immediately freaks and elbows the bigger man in the chest. But to no avail, as A-Train is unaffected and responds with a hard chop of his own that sends Senshe to the mat. A-Train proceeds to stomp away at Senshe, who rolls quickly and delivers a hard kick to the back of the right leg. A-Train stops in his tracks as he feels the pain from the shot reach his senses. As Senshe stands, he sees this as a great opening and hits a Dropkick to the right knee of A-Train. He falls to his left knee and Senshe begins to deliver some stiff kicks at his right. After about five shots, A-Train pushes Senshe down with one hand. However, Senshe rolls with it and ends up on his feet. He rebounds off the ropes and hits A-Train with a stiff knee shot to the face. A-Train looks to be dazed but he is still upright. Senshe gets up and heads from another knee shot but is met by a shoulder to the gut by the rising A-Train. Although he lets out a audible gasp, Senshe doesn't cry out in pain. With Senshe doubled over, A-Train takes his advantage and runs against the ropes. He bounds back with Senshe as his target, and he readys his legs for a Scissor Kick attempt. Yet Senshe dodges to the left and sends a high kick to the back of the right knee. A-Train lets out a loud yell and falls to his back, gripping his right knee. Senshe grabs a hold of it and begins to kick repeatedly at it. He then pulls it sharply then wraps both legs around it and drops all his body weight down upon it. A-Train again lets out a painful yell. Senshe then attempts a Leg Lock but is thrown backward by a push of A-Train's left leg. A-Train quickly rises and throws the rebounding Senshe high in the air. He lands with a loud thud and is very slow to rise. A-Train uses this time to lean against the ropes and get some relief to his leg.* Cole: Well, I'm surprised how the match as turned out thus far. JBL: I'm impressed with Senshe's ability, I must say. The problem is though, I don't think that Senshe can take too many more hard shots from A-Train. Cole: I agree John, if Senshe wants a victory he'll have to avoid the brunt strength of A-Train. *As Senshe begins to stir, A-Train hobbles over and sits on his back. Senshe squirms to be free but for naught and continues to have all A-Train's weight on his smaller frame. A-Train laughs at the fact that he has trapped Senshe with such a simple move and begins to untie Senshe's mask. Senshe is now frantic at trying to get free and begins to elbow at the injured knee of A-Train. Senshe manages to escape from A-Train's weight and rolls away to get to his feet. But not before his mask has been completely untied. As Senshe attempts to tie the mask again, A-Train charges him.* A-Train: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! *Senshe quickly hits a Dropkick to the injured leg and A-Train falls face first in a heap, to loud cheers. Senshe uses this to this advantage and applies a Front Face Lock on A-Train. He continues to clamp harder and harder on A-Train's head, causing the bigger man some great amount of pain. A-Train slowly makes it to his feet and begins to elbow Senshe in the stomach to let go. He then whips Senshe into the nearest turnbuckle, hard, and limps slowly to the turnbuckle across from Senshe's. He then sprints in Senshe's direction.* A-Train: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! *He slams into Senshe with full force and then falls backward. Senshe slumps to the mat and looks to be in quite a bit of pain.* Cole: While A-Train probably hurt himself in the process, he has taken out Senshe with him. JBL: This is what I was talking about! If Senshe wants this match won, he has to make sure that he doesn't face another high impact move like that. Hell, he maybe out of the match already. *A-Train, thinking this as well, drags Senshe away from the ropes and covers him.* 1! 2! ... KICK OUT! *A-Train looks to be shocked at the fact that Senshe was able to kick out. He lifts Senshe to his feet by his very loose mask and sets him on his shoulders for the Train Wreck. But Senshe slips off the shoulders and runs to the ropes to hit his Larito! But A-Train side steps him to counter and locks in a Sleeper Hold, with evil intentions to slam the smaller Senshe. He lifts Senshe in the air and drops him back to his feet, and does it again. Before he does it a third time Senshe struggles enough to slips out of the hold, while delivering a falling kick to A-Train's head, and out of his mask. The crowd lets out a loud clamor at this shocking happening.* Cole: OH MY! SENSHE HAS BEEN DEMASKED, JOHN! JBL: That he has, let's see who he is! *The first thing that is noticeable about Senshe is that he has fiery red hair that is long enough to tie back. And second is that he is not a he at all! Senshe looks relieved to be out of the hold and reaches back to retie her mask. But to her surprise, her mask is gone. Her eyes grow wide and she pulls her hair out of it's tie to try to hide her face. It's cut to be medium in front and semi short in back. She glances everywhere for the mask and sees it in the rising A-Train's hands. He gawks at the unmasked Senshe and down at the mask. She goes leaping for it but he levels her with a Clothesline. He then laughs and throws it out into the crowd.* Cole: Senshe is a she?! JBL: WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?! *He pulls her up to her feet and begins to lightly slap the groggy Senshe, as if to say that she is too fragile for him to wrestle despite her taking him to the limit before she was exposed. Suddenly Senshe hits a stiff kick that connects with A-Train's chin. He backs away and she charges at him, but is met with a Scissor Kick to the face. He lifts her to her feet and places her into a Suplex position. He begins to walks around with her in hanging upside down in the air. He laughs at how easy it is to carry her around but makes the mistake of giving her too much time to recover. She begins to struggle and he drops her to the apron of the ring near a turnbuckle. He reaches to lift her again, but is met with a stiff kick to the head. He takes a couple steps back, holding his face. She leaps to the top rope and quickly points in the air before jumping high in the air with A-Train as her target.* Cole: Oh my! JBL: What is she going for?! She's just jumping at him! *A-Train barely recovers from her kick to see just exactly what she's attempting. And with that she hits a Double Knee Drop right to his face. As A-Train falls back, she falls with him, and smashes her knees into the face of A-Train which forces his head hard into the mat. She quickly covers him.* 1! 2! 3! Kick-out! *But it's too late, Senshe is the winner. The crowd erupts in cheers and the speakers play Senshe's music. She slowly makes it to her feet just as an enraged A-Train has.* Finkel: AND YOUR WINNER OF THIS MATCH, SENSHE! Cole: What a shocking turn of events! JBL: What just happened?! *A-Train looks at outraged at her and begins to limp over at her for another after match attack. She looks to be egging it on until she sees Axel Halaway running from the ramp to the ring. She quickly ducks out of the ring as he enters and leaves the arena through the crowd.* Cole: Why's Axel here? JBL: And why is she running away?! *Axel looks at the direction that she went, looking heavily concerned for the first time in his EWT tenure. A-Train decides to take his anger on Axel and turns him around for a cheap shot but Axel hits a surprise Axe Handle. Axel pops back up and looks to where she left, seemingly mouthing some words before chasing after her.* Cole: I feel we are missing something here John! JBL: Could it be? Yes, I know that girl! That's Juri Sadamoto from New New Japan Wrestling! Cole: Juri Sadamoto?! Could she be THE Juri?! *Fade to commercial.*
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Post by pta on Feb 19, 2007 9:16:23 GMT -5
Tyreese has just finished watching the horrifying images in that Draugr promo, looking a bit.... disgusted!
Tyreese: What da hell is dis?
Pain looks up from his desk as usual.
Pain: Hmmm, what's wrong my friend?
Tyreese: Didn't you see those psychos on de screen? Seems as soon as I sign up for da Ox division Gauntlet, to liberate that belt from the animal loving belt obsessed psycho, I'm put in a match with dese lunatics! I mean... what the hell... wearing those dumb little masks, think it's Halloween or sometin do ya? Well I'm afraid not mon... you see, dis is exactly why I'm here, to cut de crap and make fools like dem wish they'd never stepped in de ring.
Tyreese looks on with a very sour look on his face, eyes glaring at the screen.
Tyreese: You say dat pure wrestling don't hurt you? Fools... let's see how that hypothesis holds up after I twist you into a damn pretzel... then snap your pale ghost bodies into! I never could understand.... or stand dis horror movie stuff, I don't see what's so fun about getting scared silly... not that I am. I mean, you're gonna have to do better than walking around looking like sometin from de petting zoo to put the fear in me.
Pain glances up again, as he nods.
Pain: Ah yes... I know of who you speak. The Draugr. I almost forgot about them... guess we won't need these then.
The principal pushes over a stack of Adam Bomb and Bryan Adams tapes off the desk, before looking back.
Pain: True... we don't know much about them.... but I'm confident we don't need to. If you were as smart as us you twisted boys, you'd spend more time studying matches.... than watching a coward who kills in your dreams and some fool who likes wearing a goalie mask. Rest assured, once we enter the ring, you Mr Wraith.... will learn a cold hard lesson about the true meaning of horror.
Tyreese looks over and simply nods, walking off to get into his wrestling attire for this match as Pain simply sits behind his desk, seemingly studying a picture of.... Raft-Shack.
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