Post by Indigocrates on Jul 15, 2007 22:50:49 GMT -5
*Backstage, Joe One is contemplating something, and Christopher Indigo is on a computer.*
One: The proles Rated X are at their state of dobuleplusweak. How do we win this war, how do we damage Rated X permanently?
Indigo: *Across the room, reading something on the computer screen* One, take a look at this.
*One gets up and goes over to observe the computer screen*
Indigo: In an arcchived interview on ewt.com from last year, Chad Michaels revealed his and Corral's greatest fear is spiders.
One: *Thinking, a demonic smile creeps upon his face* Come with me.
*The two men walk over to a door. One reveals a key and unlocks the door. They open the door, and walk inside. The room has many devices in it, most likely used for torture. One makes his way over to a counter, and takes a fencing-mask (Or what resembles a fencing mask). Indigo looks at the item for a second, a chling smile now creeps onto his face. The two men simply leave the room in silence as we cut to the next segment.*
Post by respectmeordye3 on Jul 16, 2007 11:34:09 GMT -5
Singapore Caine is talking with Abraham Lincoln the 8th as they walk down the hall. Suddenly Kane (the non-singapore edition) steps out from behind a doorway and clobbers the two men knocking them to the floor.
And then he walks away.
Five minutes later............................
Kane's theme song starts up and Kane comes on out and begins to walk down the ramp,Suddenly and to the shock of absolutely everyone Singapore Caine comes racing down the ramp from behind in a go-kart!
Kane is hit so hard by Singapore Caine that the momentum knocks him off the side of the ramp and through some tables loaded with electrical equipment.
The crowd goes abolutely nuts and cheers Singapore Caine!
Kane struggles to his feet and hops back up onto the ramp.
He glares at Singapore who is now awaiting him in the ring and Singapore glares right back.
Kane points and Singapore and then does the slicing throat sign,telling Singapore that he's a dead man.
Kane grabs a mic and begins to storm down the ramp yet again.
"THAT WAS A VERY FOOLISH MOVE YOU MOTHERFU-" before Kane can finish his rant He gets hit yet again by a go-kart from behind-this time one driven by Abe Lincoln the 8th!
Kane is again pitched over the side of the ramp.
Kane gets to his feet quicker this time and half storms half limps down to the ring. Abe is just crawling out of his Go-Kart but Kane grabs him around the neck and pulls him the rest of the way out. Then he raises the presidental-looking wrestler over to the German commentators table and gives him a superchokeslam right through it!
Abe is down and out for the count.
Kane turns to climb into the ring-CRA-WHACK! only to get a singapore cane right in the face.
In a rage over the incident backstage,Singapore begins to mercilessly beat Kane with his namesake weapon--and the match has not even started yet!
Finally Singapore tosses his weapon aside and shoves Kane into the ring he follows shortly thereafter and the bell rings starting the match--finally.
Kane suddenly punches Singapore in the knee and drops him to the mat.
Kane then rises and grabs Singapore by the the throat before super Chokeslamming him out of the ring and right through the Swiss Commentators table at ringside!
Kane quickly gets Singapore back into the ring and pins him.....
Post by teamireland on Jul 16, 2007 16:33:45 GMT -5
*"I'm Shipping Up To Boston" begins playing, provoking a chorus of boos. Coach O'Hare appears waving that tricolor-wrapped Hurley like a madman. He points back towards the entrancewayas Shane Malone saunters out.*
Toni "The Garc" Garcya: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, representing Team Ireland, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, weighing in at 297lbs, from Galway, Ireland... "The Celtic Giant"... SHANE MALONE!!!
*The green, white & gold pyro that accompanies Team Ireland's entrance explodes at the top of the ramp as Shane & the Coach continue on down to the ring. Shane then stands in the ring awaiting the arrival of Daivari.*
*This song provokes more booing than the opening chords of "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" did. Daivari warily makes his way down the aisle as "The Celtic Giant" glares up the ramp.*
Garcya: From Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at 206lbs... DAIVARI!
*Daivari cautiously steps into the ring, Shane stands stoically in a corner.*
*Shane remains standing silently. Daivari approaches the giant. Shane instantly clamps his hand on Daivari's face lifts him in the air & plants him with "The Giant's Causeway". Shane places his foot on Daivari's chest as the ref makes the count.*
Garcya: Here is your winner... "THE CELTIC GIANT"... SHANE MALONE! *Malone & O'Hare head on backstage without a word.*
Post by Mella Drom Attoc on Jul 16, 2007 21:16:28 GMT -5
*We fade in to a hallway, as Tim Cruis is slowly walking down towards the CAP locker room, Zed grinning and following close behind, keeping up his annoying little facade.*
Pine: Cruis boobie... it was a fine match. You only lost cause that infant had it out for ya. Trust me... CAP had that match in the bag!
Cruis: *sighs* Yeah... doesn't mean I'm not pissed. How dare some little punk screw me out a title! You'd think he has respect for such a star as myself, but then again... it seems none of these asshats do.
Pine: Babe... their ll just supremely jealous. We'll prove to them all in due time how fantastical the beings of Coming Attraction Productions truly are!
Cruis: Whatever... I need a stiff drink.
Pine: Timmy... remember the whole AA thing. We can't have ya getting all woozy around here... that's bad publicity my friend. I can't have all these nosy nellys attempting to ruin your reputation!
Mella: *her eyes are closed, and she's repeating some line to herself*: How could this happen to ME? My life was decent and respectable. Then YOU showed up..talentless harlot..How could you-*BAM several seconds flash by and Mella has run directly into Cruis.*
*Cruis winces a bit from this slight collision, showing just how much of a man he really is, as he grows quite pissed off... as best as a guy of his skill can look*
Cruis: Watch where you're going! Can't you see who I... oh, Mella. Sorry bout that... didn't see you there.
Mella: *Opens eyes*: Oh my. I'm sorry, Tim! I was just rehearsing my lines for tomorrow's episode. .. What were ya talking about? Your cheeks are all red.
Cruis: These bastards around here... they treat me like some nobody. Like I don't matter. Despite the fact that I have made more money, more movies, and had way more women then any of them ever had, they consider me just another guy.
*Lull opens the CAP locker room door.*
Lull: I AM TRYING TO.... OH Hello, you two. How do you do?
Mella *It seems she's returned to that screwball British accent of hers*: Lull! You're here too? This is so..swell! And Tim, don't worry, darling, they're all simply jealous of you. Jealousy paints men's souls green and all that..
Cruis: Eh, yeah. Like I should care about any of these schmoes anyway. Oh... hey Lull.
Lull: GREETINGS MY CLOSEST FRIENDS! PLEASE, PLEASE COME IN!
Pine: Lully... Melly. Oh what a joy it is to see my big happy talented family together. It hasn't been like that since that whole Coliseum appearance!
Mella: My my..it's truly been that long? We must celebrate!
Lull: YES WE MUST! WE MUST MAINTAIN OUR TRUST!
Mella: Truly! What would CAP be without champagne at the moment? Someone must order some..
Cruis: Sure, that sound good to me. We throw the biggest bash and make all these nobodies wish they were us!
Mella: They wish that anyway! Of course, none of the women here are quite as feminine and graceful as me, and none of the men are near your guys' great looks, but still..they dream!
Lull: And that's the only thing that can do. Laughable is it not?
Pine: Well, I'm quite the studly stallion.
Cruis: .... Uh... yeah, I'll say
Lull: *dropping his singing.* ..Right...
Pine: *with an even wider grin than usual* Heh... you guys. You're making me blush.
*Lull itches his head before Mella makes breaks the silence.*
Mella: Anyway! Have you guys kept up with 'Evil Twins and Comas'? The show is coming along great!
Lull: Classic as always, my darling. Clearly every other show pales to yours.
Cruis: Yeah, I've taken a look at a few episodes. All those inferior co stars of yours though. I'm sorry... just can't stand watching such amateurs.
Mella: True, but still.. I would adore you guys' forever and always, plus a day if you could come in one day! My co-star, Shtar Minded, I swear..he keeps making odd comments toward me and my persona..
Lull: Consider it a goal of mine to do so... My beautiful spring doe.
Mella: *flutters her eyelashes toward him* Oh, Timmy, how goes the search for a lovely leading lady in YOUR life?
Lull: Yes, my dear friend! HOW GOES YOUR END?
Cruis: Terrible... women have no taste. Obviously the tramps I've been seeing right now aren't worthy enough to see how great I really am. No skin off my back... it's their loss. Let em settle for some loser living off welfare checks
Lull: Rightfully so!
Mella: Ah, Timmy, someday I'm sure a leading lady will fall in your lap and you won't be needing as many of those odd paper sacks you drink out of.
*She slides over to Lull and smiles at him.*
Cruis: Yeah, you're probably right. Though lately that's likely as a.... person to fall in Zed's.
Zed: Person? What do you imply with that Tim?
Lull: *smiling back at her* And I can only hope that she's half a beautiful as Mella... Simply because no one can match her beauty, hella.
Cruis: Yeah... look, I'm gonna head off. I've gotta go do some... commercial for this cereal. All I know is it tastes like crap... but hey, a paycheck is a paycheck. I'll see you later for our match Lull.
*Cruis waves em off and turns around, heading down the hallway as Pine waves as well, before quickly following after*
Mella: Ta-ta, Tim! It was nice seeing you again!
Zed: Take care ya love flamingos!
Lull: See you then, my good chum! Oh, and we will beat those bums!
*The two love “flamingos” turn back to each other and thank fully the view fades out, thus sparing all the EWT audience from getting diabetes.*
A woman's rising star is the most glorious sight, EVER!
Post by xombiehiphop on Jul 16, 2007 23:20:30 GMT -5
A pair of foot steps are heard sloshing through a thick amount of mud upon the ground. Black boots, belonging to Draugr member Corpse, quickly are covered in the soil as he makes his way up a hill. He carries a lantern with him to illuminate the darkness, his eyes pulled wide open, almost looking as though he were medicated. A chilling wind sways his blue colored hair in front of his eyes
Corpse: ...Follow me as I lead you down the wicked path of the undead. Dead to the world, numb, no strings forcing us to dance, unlike the empty shells who surround us. ...All the players move across the board...believing themselves to be Kings...Queens...Bishops, Rooks...they remain blissfully unaware...that they are all pawns...being orchestrated. ...We're move alive than you could ever hope to be..
A very slight, unsettling smirk inches across his face as he reaches his destination. A junkyard. The scene is easier to focus upon as an empty drum canister is serving as a bonfire. Corpse spreads his arms out..
Corpse: Behold! The wayward sheep has returned to the flock! You are now entering the dwelling of devils. Nay, no matter how much you may have heard that we do not exist, I can assure you that we are very alive and well. Murderers. Demons. Blood thirsty monsters. With fangs, claws, glowing red eyes..! Ready to inflict upon you pain in which--
Wraith: ...God damn, would you shut up already?
The camera pans over to Wraith who's sitting upon the hood of an old, rusted automobile, arms folded around his stomach. He gives an annoyed grunt to Corpse, seemingly having heard enough of the group's motor mouth prophet
Wraith: ..All ways with the [Expletive] dramatics..
Corpse: Aye, my brother, but it is for all those not intelligent enough, able minded enough, or coherent enough. They do not understand the message I have been giving. Allow me to reiterate it, for prosperity..
Wraith smashes his hand through the windshield of the car he's sitting upon. Watching the blood form on his fingers, his mind drifts off to a more sinister place, one where he can't here Corpse speak anymore
Ghost Face: ..Enough..
Ghost Face, who's becoming the more apparent leader of The Draugr, steps into the camera's vision, along with Karma who's carrying a photo album along with her
Ghost Face: ..We've got more pressing things to attend to, don't we?
Wraith still stares at his soaked hand while Corpse perches himself onto the hood of a car
Ghost Face: ..At Soundless Dawn..we once again proved our superiority to The Wrestle Posse. The only thing that was more laughable than seeing them lose once again..is Axel's notion that he and his mental cripple for a friend are anything like us. You two haven't gotten any opportunities..because you don't have any talent. But you came oh so close didn't you? Keep thinking that..
Karma: ..Axy, Axy, Axy..when will you ever learn?
Karma flips through a few pages in the photo album
Karma: I've always been superior to you and your still playing catch up. I helped you become a wrestler and that's a mistake I regret each..and every..day. ..But unlike our equally useless brother..he at LEAST knew when to quit! ..How is he? ..Dead yet? I hope so. ..How about Dad? Died from the shame of having you for a son yet?
Ghost Face: Speaking of which..
Ghost Face reaches over and removes a photo from the album. After looking it over, he displays it to the camera
Ghost Face: ..This is him? ..No wonder your such a loser..
Carelessly, he tosses it over his shoulder and into the bonfire, which grows slightly
Karma: Look what we have here..
Karma slides out a picture of herself and Axel as young children, Axel being only an infant
Ghost Face: ..Heart warming..
Wraith: ..Burn it before I throw up on it..
Karma's face twists into a psychotic snarl as she tears the photo in half and tosses the remains into the flames
Ghost Face: ..Oh, this is a GOOD one..
With dark laugh in his voice Ghost Face removes a picture of a younger Axel, apparently it took place after his very first match. He looks rather proud of himself, and humble to be apart of the business
Ghost Face: ..Absolutely..pathetic. ..Makes me sick..
The dreadlocked zombie captain takes great pleasure in reducing the memory into ashes
Ghost Face: ..Do it, Karma. ..Burn the rest of them..MURDER..the past. Murder..what you used to be..don't leave even a trace of your former existence..
Corpse:..One of us..freaks, mutants, misfits, the disenfranchised, the hopeless, the unwanted, the dregs of society..
Karma stares down at the photo album before tossing it rather violently into the flames, which quickly lick it up
Ghost Face: ..You see, Axel..she belongs to us. ..In every sense of the word..
Ghost Face traces a hand along Karma's cheek
Ghost Face: ..Axel..our next encounter..it's just going to be you and me. ..I'm going to end your career. ..And should your ignorant little friend choose to get involved..
Ghost Face motions to Wraith and Corpse.Wraith spreads some of his blood across his own face, dragging his tongue across his upper lip
Wraith: ..We'll make sure there's not enough of that punk to fit in a match box! Knock yer teeth outta yer head! Curb stomp you!
Pleased with his team mates, responses, Ghost Face pulls Karma close to him and the two stare into each others eyes for a moment. Soon they embrace, in a very passionate kiss. Afterwards, Karma buries her head into his chest and Ghost Face smirks directly at the camera..or more specifically..Axel Halaway..
Ghost Face: ..You are the lamb..we are the slaughter..
Post by Spyke the Pacers Fan on Jul 17, 2007 3:18:39 GMT -5
Lillian Garcia: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WWE Intercontinental Title! First, from the Isle of Samoa, he is the reigning WWE Intercontinental Champion, UMAGA!”
*Umaga’s theme his and the Samoan Bulldozer emerges from the back, with the Intercontinental Title around his large waist, and Armando Alejandro Estrada at his side. The two climb into the ring. AAE, as usual, has a mic.*
AAE: “Mah name ees ARMANDOOOO ALEJANDROOOO ESSTRRRRRRRAADA! And joo will listen, haha! TO ME! Haha! Joo heard right, the Samoan Booldozer, UMAGA is putting his Eentercontinental Title on the line against that Swedish Dancing Idiot, Spyke Yohannson!”
*Crowd pops for Spyke*
AAE: “Ahh, but don’t be counting on him to win. See, this is Umaga, who has only been defeated by 2 men in his entire career! John Cena and Bobby Lashley. That Marella fella doesn’t count because he’s not a real wrestler! He’s just some pendejo who got lucky! John Cena and Bobby Lashley are top-level superstars! What is Spyke Yohannson? A 1-time Toolshed Champion?! That’s it? A 1-time holder of the lowest level EWT belt? And you people expect him to beat the Samoan Booldozer, Umaga? Spyke doesn’t deserve a shot at this Eentercontinental title, but since I feel so, so sorry for Spyke. I’ll let him have something other than his life to fight for in this match!
*And with that, “Galvanize” by Chemical Brothers hits, and Spyke steps out of the back and dances on stage for the crowd and viewers at home. Spyke then approaches the ring making eye contact and looking focused on Umaga, but still high-fiving fans at ringside.*
Lillian Garcia: “And from Stockholm, Sweden weighing in at 223 lbs. He is the Swedish Dancing Sensation, Spyke JOHANNSON!”
*Spyke’s focus on Umaga and the arduous task at hand is not broken as Spyke enters the ring. This is quite possibly the biggest challenge Spyke has faced in quite a while. The bell dings and we are underway!*
Umaga leaps towards Spyke, but Spyke rolls out of the way and snaps back up to hit two quick right handers. Spyke whips Umaga towards the ropes, but Umaga reverses it. Umaga doubles over to hit a lifting toss, but Spyke attempts a Sunset Flip, but Spyke can’t pull the monster down! Umaga drops into a seated position, but gets nothing but canvas as Spyke is too quick and slips out. Before Umaga can turn around and react, Spyke leaps up and hits an enziguri forcing Umaga to drop to one knee. Spyke bounces off the opposite ropes, but Umaga rises up and nails Spyke with a vicious clothesline! Umaga stomps Spyke a few times. Umaga picks Spyke off the mat and tosses him to a corner turnbuckle. Umaga lays into Spyke with a few chops. Umaga backs up and charges toward Spyke and nails him with a Sting-like splash! Umaga monkey flips Spyke out of the corner and to the middle of the mat. Spyke is reeling in this match early on. Umaga with the cover.
Spyke gets up at 2! Umaga drops an elbow on Spyke to make sure he stays down. Umaga bounces off the ropes and looks to hit a basic splash, but Spyke rolls out of the way and Umaga gets a face full of ring mat! Spyke is still down, but at least he’s unharmed from the devastating splash. Spyke slowly makes it to his feet, as does Umaga. Spyke lays into Umaga with some shin kicks to Umaga’s thigh, but Umaga remains relatively unharmed. Spyke backs up and bounces off the ropes, Umaga attempts a clothesline, but Spyke ducks it and bounces off the ropes behind Umaga and hits a high-angle dropkick to the back of Umaga’s head, and Umaga goes down! Spyke stomps down on Umaga as hard as he can, trying to do some kind of damage to the thick-skinned Samoan. Spyke climbs the to the top turnbuckle and nails a flying leg drop, to the back of Umaga’s neck. Spyke is barely able to roll Umaga over for the cover.
Umaga tosses Spyke off of him and Spyke flies right through the ropes and out of the ring. Spyke lands with a THUD on the outside. Umaga slowly gets up holding the back of his head and neck. While the ref is distracted with Umaga, AAE approaches Spyke and nails him with his steel cigar case, making sure that Spyke stays on the ground long enough for Umaga to come out and beat down on Spyke. The ref begins the 10 count.
Umaga pounds on Spyke’s bare back with his clubbing fists, as Spyke screams in pain.
AAE watches on, occasionally taunting the Swedish superstar.
Umaga whips Spyke into the barricade and Spyke hits it back first. Spyke slumps down into a seated position.
Umaga takes a few steps back, and charges towards Spyke looking to hit that big butt slam of his, but Spyke falls over to the right, and Umaga bumps the barricade with his ass and tumbles over into the audience!
Spyke gets to his hands and knees and slowly crawls to the ring.
Umaga slowly gets to his feet and climbs over the barricade.
Spyke pulls himself to his feet using the ring apron as a crutch.
Umaga picks up Spyke and rolls him into the ring breaking up the count. Umaga immediately goes for a cover.
Spyke just gets a shoulder up! Umaga picks Spyke up onto his shoulders and looks to hit a Samoan Drop, but Spyke hits a few elbows against Umaga’s skull and counters into a DDT. Spyke hits Umaga with whatever he can. Pounding fists, elbow drops, stomps, knee drops, all at a rapid succession. Spyke goes to top turnbuckle, and does his signature dance, signaling for the Dancing Star Press! Spyke leaps off annnnnd… IT CONNECTS! Cover by Spyke!
Umaga gets up at 2 ½. Spyke stands and bends down to pick up the Samoan superstar, but Umaga grabs Spyke by the neck, and gets to his feet. Umaga raises his thumb in the air and calls for the Samoan Spike! Umaga rears back, and looks to hit it, but Spyke grabs his wrist just as Umaga is about to hit it. Spyke desperately with all his might, tries to pry Umaga’s hands away from him and finally does with the help of a knee to Umaga’s big gut. Spyke looks to capitalize, but Umaga quickly recovers, and knocks Spyke down with a shortarm clothesline. Umaga lays into Spyke with a few mounted punches, but Spyke battles back, returning the punches from a seated position. Umaga is stunned! Spyke grabs Umaga by the head and looks like he’s gonna hit Sliced Bread #2, but Spyke flips up and around and drives the knee into Umaga’s back, turning it into the Dragon Sleeper #2! A move Spyke hasn’t busted out since his early EWT days! The crowd is going nuts! Umaga roars in pain as Spyke locks in the move with all the strength he can muster. Spyke is turning brick red from all the effort he is putting into this move, trying desperately to get the big man to tap out. Umaga finally reaches up and hits Spyke in the head. It takes him a few shots but it’s enough for Spyke to release the hold. Umaga rolls to the outside to gain his composure but Spyke is fired up and doesn’t feel like resting. Spyke runs full speed ahead and hits a jumping corkscrew plancha sending Umaga crashing down with Spyke landing on top of him. AAE tries to interfere, but Spyke turns around in time to see AAE about to hit him with the metal cigar case again. AAE turns and Spyke gives chase! AAE runs around the ring once, twice, and three times, with Spyke not giving up, but before they can do it a fourth time, Umaga has gotten to his feet and hits Spyke below the chin with a superkick! Umaga rolls Spyke into the ring, but Spyke slowly crawls to a corner to prop himself up, with Umaga waiting for him to turn around. Spyke turns around and Umaga nails him in the gut with a kick, and Umaga lifts him up into a powerbomb, but Spyke ever so smoothly counters it into the SwedeDT! Spyke then sets up Umaga for some kind of submission move. Spyke flips Umaga on his stomach sits on his back and locks in his new submission move, the Stockholm Syndrome! (http://www.yucubetoo.com/moves/torturous_rocking_horse.wmv) Umaga is writhing in pain! Spyke locks the move on hard as the crowd pops for this devastating-looking submission hold! The ref asks if Umaga wants to tap. Umaga’s arm is shaking like he wants to. AAE is on the outside, begging, and pleading with Umaga not to tap. Spyke yells at the top of his lungs trying to put more and more pressure on Umaga. And in what feels like a magical, surreal moment, Umaga taps out! He taps the f*** out! The crowd is ready to blow the roof off the arena! Spyke Johannson has beat Umaga and won the Intercontinental Title!
*Bell dings, “Galvanize” hits the speakers*
Lillian Garcia: “Here is your winner, and NEWWWWWW WWE Intercontinental Champion, Spyke Johannson!”
Spyke cannot believe it. The ref hands Spyke the title. Spyke is on his knees, holding the title, looking at it, in shock at what he has just accomplished. Spyke stands and steps onto the 2nd turnbuckle and holds up the IC title for the entire world to see. This is proof right here that he took down one of the most unstoppable monsters the wrestling world has seen… or did he?
A second referee has come to ringside to talk with the referee of the match. “Galvanize” dies down over the arena speakers. The two then confer to a ringside monitor, which is simulcast on the Toomitron and for the viewers at home. We see Spyke locking in the Stockholm Syndrome, but from a different camera angle. What we see is Umaga’s hand under the middle rope while he taps out with his other hand. We cut back to live action where we see the two refs discussing the video with Spyke, IC Title still in hand, waits for an announcement. The ref for the match climbs into the ring and whispers into Lillian’s ear.
Lillian: “Ladies and Gentlemen, Umaga’s hand was under the ropes when he tapped out, therefore the victory and title switch is null and void, and this match, WILL CONTINUE!” The crowd boos the decision by the ref, but rules are rules, Spyke leans over the ropes to “have a chat” with the referees, but they say the same thing, “rules are rules.” Spyke hands the ref the Intercontinental Title and the bell dings again.
Spyke turns around but is met by an almost fully recovered Umaga. Spyke tries to take a shot at him, but Umaga blocks it and connects with the Samoan Spike! Umaga wants to make sure the Swede stays down so for good measure he bounces off the ropes and hits a seated senton splash! Umaga with the cover.
Lillian: “Your winner, and still WWE Intercontinental Champion, Umaga!”
The crowd boos the Samoan Bulldozer and his manager, who has climbed into the ring to celebrate, but they make a hasty retreat as the pissed off crowd begins to pelt Umaga and AAE with plastic cups full of beer and other random trash. The duo quickly make their way to the back and out of the arena. The camera then cuts back to the fallen hero, Spyke, who in one fell swoop went from biggest victory of his career, the highest of highs, to the lowest of lows, another unfortunate mishap. As Spyke gets to his feet, the crowd respectfully stands and applauds the fallen warrior, who came so close to capturing gold tonight. Spyke acknowledges the crowd and gets a microphone from Lillian. But Spyke is so overcome with emotion from the cheering crowd he can’t come up with the words to say. Spyke simply lays the mic down and makes his way to the back, the way any person should who had just gone through what he did, with his head held up high.
The classic Hardy Boyz theme quickly starts up, the crowd giving them quite a pop as Matt and Jeff head out from the back, looking pumped and heading down to the ring, as the crowd keeps cheering them on.
Announcer: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Raleigh, North Carolina, at a combined weight of 454 pounds, Matt and Jeff... The Hardy Boyz!
THe boyz quickly hop into the ring, running over to opposite turnbuckles and leaping atop, playing further to the fans, who continue to cheer. They then hop off, waiting for their opponents. Soon after, A Brand New Theme starts up as the crowd looks on a bit confused, until the lasers, spotlights, and such all start up, the crowd cheering in anticipation, as Matt looks on with confusion, Jeff meanwhile seeming to wonder if he's on another trip, as in a flash of darkness and a puff of smoke, Zeleke and Faboon appear on opposite turnbuckles inside the ring somehow, doing a Londrick simentaneous backflip off the top, Faboon landing on his feet, Zeleke crashing and burning to the mat, giggling and rolling wildly around the ring, as Faboon dances over to his partner, pulling him up around the waist, then dropping him back on the ground, with a maniacal grin.
Announcer: And their opponents, from Foreign Alien Island, at a combined weight of 399 pounds, Zeleke and Faboon, Team Raft-Shack!
The Raft Shackians spring to their feet easily and instantly, as they look back at the Hardyz, who look back, Matt quite weirded out. The two decide who to start against these lovable fruitcakes, as Zeleke pushes Faboon aside, getting a real confident look on his face as he walks forward with unusually big steps, as Jeff starts for his side. The two men with odd colored hair stare at each other, as the bell sounds, the two locking up, Jeff sending Zeleke flying with an arm drag! Zeleke rolls through and charges back, Jeff catching him with another, sending Zeleke sailing again, charging back again. Jeff sends him for another, Zeleke however rolling through and countering, sending Jeff flying instead! The Hardy charges back, getting caught by another Arm Drag of Zeleke's own, the two stopping and charging again, meeting and hitting each other with dropkicks, canceling themselves out. Both men land on their feet, as Jeff sends Zel off the ropes, Faboon making a blind tag and vaulting inside, as Jeff sends Zeleke for a back body drop, Zel however landing on his feet and charging, hitting a running bulldog, as Faboon comes off the mat, Jeff turning around, just in time to meet a flipping senton! He grasps the chest, rolling over to his partner, tagging out, as Matt enters now, Faboon chuckling wildly and watching this. Matt charges full speed, Faboon leaping over him, only for Matt to stop and hit him with a Jumping Neck Breaker! Faboon goes down, rising back to his feet as he clutches a bit at the neck, Matt hitting him with some swift punches, staggering Faboon, then leaping for a Dropkick, Faboon cartwheeling out of the way. He shakes a finger as Matt rises back up, Faboon grabbing and hitting him with a scoop slam. He struts over, tagging out to Zeleke, then lifting him up for a suplex, slamming him atop for the cover. 1....2 Matt quickly kicks out.
Zeleke grins and kips up, pulling Matt with him, hitting some quick kicks, sending the Hardy stumbling back a bit, then coming off the ropes for a crossbody, Matt ducking it as Zeleke hits the mat. He rises back up, clutching at his chest a bit, as Matt grabs him, pulling him up and dropping him across the knee for a gut buster, the pink haired loon grasping further as Matt walks over, tagging in Jeff. Jeff vaults into the ring now, catching Zeleke as he rises with a jumping forearm to the face! Zeleke rises back up, walking right into a dropkick, taking him back down. He gets back to his feet, as Jeff charges again, leaping for a crossbody of his own, Zeleke however rolling through it, countering for a pin attempt! 1....2 Jeff escapes. Zeleke gets back to his feet, as Jeff soon follows, hitting a quick to the gut, hunching him over, pulling him right into a knee to the chest, sending him off the ropes and catching him with a Hurracanrana! Zeleke goes sailing across the ring, rising slowly back to his feet, as Jeff charges, clotheslining the very light young man out of the ring! Zeleke slowly rises, as Jeff then vaults over the top, taking him down with a body press! Faboon quickly enters the ring as Jeff rises, charging himself and sailing atop the Hardy with a top rope flip, taking Jeff down as well! Matt then enters the ring, charging for the outside now, clocking the rising Faboon with a baseball slide, sending him stumbling back, then following with a body press of his own! The crowd cheers as all four men lay out, Zeleke and Jeff the first to get back to their feet, exchanging forearms now, before Jeff ducks one, tossing Zel back into the ring. He leaps onto the ring apron, flipping himself over for a legdrop, Zeleke however managing to roll out of the way! He rises up, holding his hands in a victorious pose, as he runs off the ropes, coming back with a dropkick to Jeff's skull, the young man grasping it in pain, as he slowly rises up, Zeleke clutching his chest slightly, then following up with some more forearms, before sending Jeff off the Ropes, Hardy however countering, sending Zeleke bouncing off, catching him with a hip toss, then following with a leg drop to the neck! Zeleke grasps the area as Jeff pulls him up again, whipping him once again, this time into the turnbuckle, Zeleke however stopping himself, springing easily atop the top turnbuckle, only for Jeff to hop up there with him, taking them both down with a Super Backplex! The lay down on the mat, crawling over to their respective corners, both men tagging out to their once again present and recovered partners.
Matt and Faboon charge at each other, Matt taking Fab down with a clothesline, waiting for him to rise, then charging and hitting another! He waits again, charging forward and looking for the Side Effect of his, only for Faboon to elbow his way out, then counter with a DDT! He looks around randomly, rolling Matt over, then running over, bouncing off the second rope, onto and off the top rope, coming back for a springboard leg drop, nailing Matt across the neck! He groans, clutching the area as Faboon attempts a cover. 1...2... Matt kicks out. Fab pulls his opponent up quickly, hitting a few high kicks to the neck area, then pulling him into a swinging neckbreaker. He quickly pops up, leaping onto a turnbuckle, tagging in Zeleke, then leaping off with a Moonsault, connecting as Matt grasps the chest in pain, Zeleke immediately springing atop after and hopping off for the Lemon with a Twist of Mango, Matt however managing to roll out of the way of this one. Zel grasps his spine slightly as he lands, pulling Matt up by the leg, only to get caught by an enziguri, sending him back down. Matt crawls over to his corner and quickly tags in his brother Jeff, who quickly enters the ring, as Zeleke slowly rises, walking right into a flying clothesline! He groans, Jeff popping back up and charging over, knocking Faboon off the apron with a forearm, then grabbing Zeleke and sending him sailing to the other side with a Monkey Flip! Zeleke crashes hard into the mat, grasping his face as Jeff runs over, tagging in Matt. The two pull Zeleke up, whipping him off the ropes, then catching him with a two man hip toss, Zeleke groaning, as Matt leaps up and hits a fist drop to the face, as Jeff follows with a Flipping Senton to the chest! He groans, struggling to his feet, as Matt grabs him by the head from behind, charging and hitting a Bulldog, while taking an interfering Faboon down with a clothesline at the same time! He goes for the cover. 1....2.....
Zeleke manages to kick out. Matt looks pretty surprised, quickly pulling his opponent up again, snapping off a few more punches, then grabbing and pulling him down for a Downward Spiral, Zeleke's face slamming hard into the mat. He groans as Matt runs off the ropes, coming back and dropping a leg across the same area, Zeleke rolling about on the mat as the Hardy walks over and tags back in Jeff. Jeff runs over, sending Zeleke off into the turnbuckle, as Jeff drops down, Matt running and jumping off his back, hitting some Poetry in Motion, Zeleke groaning and landing in the bottom of the turnbuckle, as Jeff runs full speed, springing up, hitting him with a high dropkick to the face! Zeleke clutches at it further as Jeff pulls him up, pushing him into Matt's arms, who looks for the Twist of Fate. Zeleke however manages to counter, pushing him off, then charging, driving his head into Matt's chest, knocking him to his knees. He quickly starts crawling over to his corner, as Faboon reaches out, only for Jeff to grab him by a leg, Zeleke however countering with an Enziguri, Jeff ducking it, only for him to come back with a second one, knocking him down! He crawls over desperately, lunging out and tagging in Faboon!
Faboon charges into the ring, Matt rising up, just in time to get taken down by a cross body! Jeff turns around as Faboon leaps off, hitting a high Hurricane Style Clothesline, rolling back to his feet and coming off the ropes, charging wildly back at Matt, who sidesteps, Faboon however springbord off with ease, leaping and catching Matt with a jumping Reverse DDT! He rises up, as Jeff charges, only to get a Drop Toe Hold for his troubles, as Zeleke returns to the ring, charging full speed, as Faboon backs up, the two running over and delivering a stereo double footed stomp across the Hardyz's faces! The two groans, clutching at these areas, as Zel cackles wildly, pulling Matt up, leaping up and looking for the Dizzy Spinneroo Driver, only for Matt to throw him off and out of the ring in mid move! Zeleke crashes and burns on the outside, as Faboon turns around, Jeff aiming a kick, Faboon catching it, only to get taken down as Jeff counters with his mule kick. Matt walks over, pulling Faboon up again, quickly snapping off the Twist of Fate! Jeff meanwhile climbs atop the turnbuckle, leaping off and flyign for the Swanton, Faboon managing to get the knees up! Jeff gasps in pain, rolling off as he clutches at his back. Matt turns around, noticing this, but not noticing Zeleke spring off the ropes, hitting him with a Blockbuster! He lands on his feet, clutching his back though, as Faboon slowly rises up with aid of the ropes, as he stomps his feet furiously in place, pulling Zel forward, then sending him flying with another Monkey Flip, the human projectile crashing into and taking down the rising Jeff! Matt gets back soon after, Faboon charging and hitting him with a diving headbutt to the face, knocking him down as well! Zeleke quickly gets back to his feet, as they both pull Jeff to his feet, leaping up and quickly hitting the Halt Grinder. Jeff goes down in a heap as Faboon covers. 1....2....
This one is done with.
Announcer: Here are your winners... Team Raft-Shack!
The two nutballs rise back up and look on in shock and awe as Apache starts up again, Zeleke running wildly in circles around the ring, Faboon doing a jig in the center all the while, as the referee stares, before in another puff of smoke, the two have vanished yet again. We quickly fade to commercial.
We open with a completly white screen. The camera zooms back as we reveal it to be part of a wall in a small, bright room. Redface Rodgers is seen passed out, tied to a chair. His head is in a vice that keeps him from moving it left- to-right. Suddenly, music begins to play. Rodgers is shaken and awoken. He soon sees his predicament, and looks a bit shocked.
Voice: Good morning, Mr. Rodgers.
The camera pans to reveal....Joe One.
Rodgers: What's going on? Where am I?
One: Mr. Rodgers, you are in Room 101.
Rodgers: Where is that?
One: Inside the Miniluv Building.
Rodgers: Where is that?
One: I think you know where it is.
Rodgers: What....what do you want from me? Are you going to kill me?
One: Kill you? *scoff* Why would the Party go to such great lengths to kidnap you if we were just going to kill you? If we wanted you dead, we would not have brought you to Room 101.
Rodgers: Why have you taken me here?
One: I think it's fairly obvious why.
Rodgers: No, it's not. I was resting at home, watching TV, and suddenly I'm here.
Joe One sighs.
One: It is my believe, from what evidence I have gathered here, that you don't remember a certain event which signified your resigning of fate to Minipax.
Rodgers: What are you talking about?
Joe One produces a controler.
One: You made these statements on the 29th of March of this year.
He pushes a button on the remote, and the wall that Rodgers is facing turns into a television set, paused. He pushes another button, which unpauses it.
*"This Mortal Soil" by Mastodon begins playing. The Crowd goes wild, knowing whose coming. An extremely enraged Redface Rodgers enters The Sesame Place Amphitheater (where the EWT ring is currently located) with a folded peice of cloth of some kind at his side. He grabs a Mic from the announce table and speaks*
Rodgers: Alright, ALRIGHT! CUT MY GOD DAMNED MUSIC!
*he enters the ring*
Rodgers: As a former competitor of the backyard wrestling circuit, I've seen some gruesome things. I'm seen, literally, people leave peices of skin and bone fragments on the ground. I've seen some many broken bones and fractures and what not, I've become almost an expert on the subject. I've seen all those things, and taken'em with a grain of salt. *he pauses, then smiles* by the way, did you all see the hurtin' I put on Jack Jupiter the other day? *Crowd pops, Redface giggles* I've seen alot of people get hurt, and put the hurt on alot of people. It takes alot to get to me, y'know? at Dead Man Walking, is the first time in a long time that I've ever been violently ill.
*Just then, The Toomitron (which is just above the entrance to the impromptu EWT arena) flickers to life. It plays the footage of Joe One delivering a flying elbow to the pregnant belly of Jessica, Mike Corral's wife. Redface can barely stand the sight of it.*
Rodgers: I've always known Minipax to be evil, but that. THAT IS JUST DOWN-RIGHT DISPICABLE. *Crowd Violently agrees* I used to think Chris Indigo was a worthy opponent, but now that I see the terrible things his group does...*Rodgers lets out a inhuman howl* I CAN'T EVEN FATHOM IT! I spit on the Minipax name! If they think they just do whatever they want and attack poor women like that, THEY'RE GONNA HAVE ME TO ANSWER TO!
*The crowd pops as Rodger un-folds the cloth he brought with him, which turns out to be the Ingsoc flag, which is completely covered in graffti:
Rodgers:*laying the flag flat on the mat* Take a good look, Indigo!, and you too, Jupiter! I hope you saw how I laid out your little cousin, Jupiter, CUZ YOUR NEXT! And after I'm done with you, Indigo, you little **BLEEP**, You're givin' my rematch for the Toolshed title at Crap-a-mania. NO QUESTIONS ASKED.
*Rodgers picks the flag up, exits the ring, looks under the apron, and pulls out a metal trash can. Who put the trash can into the ring and then enters the ring himself.*
Rodgers: And I got somethin' ta say to Joe One! You Had No Reason To attack that poor woman, no matter what pitiful excuse your twisted mind could think of! I'M TIRED OF YOUR "SEXCRIME" AN' YOUR "DOUBLEGOOD"! TAKE YOUR NEWSPEAK AN' SHOVE IT!...Besides, Animal Farm was better, anyway.
*The Crowd pops huge at Rodgers' last comment as he reaches into the the trash can and pulls out some lighter fluid and a lighter*
Rodgers: I'm tired of you runnin' around, doing whatever you want, Minipax! There will be Justice for Jessica Corral! *pours the lighter fluid as the crowd pops. he uses the entire bottle* There will be Destruction, Destruction of Your Mind, Bodies and Souls by My Hand *He Dumps the flag into the trash can and Lights the lighter* and THERE. WILL. BE. WAAAAAAAAAR! *Slams the lit lighter into the trash can. Flames shoot up from the can then die down. Redface smiles as he watches the flames in the can and the crowd pops as we fade to commercial*
One pushes another button, which resets the telescreen into a wall.
One: War? You threatened war with Minipax. You threatened war with Oceania. You threatened war.........with BB. We cannot allow you to continue down this path. We are going to neutralize your hate of the Party and set you on track as a member of Minipax.
Rodgers: I'd rather die before joining Minipax!
Redface struggles for a bit, attempting to break free of the chair. One pulls out a red, leather-bound book.
One: I do not believe that you are going to escape that easily.
Rodgers stops strugling.
Rodgers: What's in that book?
One: Mr. Rodgers.
Joe gets very close to face.
One: Have you ever wondered why I've never lost a match?
One: Think about it. I've never had a match in which I was pinned, forced to submit, or counted out. I am unbeatable.
Rodgers: Luck is all that is! Luck and a posse!
One: Oh no, Mr. Rodgers. I do not believe in luck.
One extends his hand with the red, leather-bound book in it.
One: This is the BR. There are only two of these in exhistance, and I have one of them in my hand. Given to me personally by BB, the BR has powers few know about, and even fewer can master. Since recieving the BR, I have been unstopable in the squared circle.
Rodgers: What's inside it?
One: You don't need to know right now. Even if you had the BR in your possesion, you wouldn't know how to use it properly. It'd end up on a bookshelf in a month. But enough of this gay banter. Mr. Rodgers, what is your greatest fear?
One: Your greatest fear. I already know what it is, but I'd like to hear it come from your mouth.
Rodgers: Well.......I guess it would be being sent to war.....and not coming back.
One: Once again, I am not going to kill you. That, and we can't force you to fight the war. Think more tangable.
Rodgers: Well......I guess getting my eyes gouged out would be pretty bad.
One brings out the controler again. He pushes another button. Suddenly, a hole in the celing oepns up, and a contraption similar to that of an egg beater comes down.
One: I suppose you know what this is.
One: An eye-gouger, of course.
Redface tences up.
One: You see, we can't reeducate you without your consent. That just takes away the purpose of reeducation. That's why we make sure when you're in Room 101, you consent.
He walks over to the machine.
One: When I start the procedure, the machine will start. These two ice-cream scoopers will start to rotate in a inward movement. As time moves on, this machine will slowly make its way closer to your face. At any time, I must remind you, you can consent to the reeducation and this process will end. However, if you are foolish enough to remain unreasonable...POP!
Redface winces with One's poping sound.
One: Well, I have to prepare for a title defence against the Spirit Squad. Mr. Thunder will moniter the developments in this room.
Suddenly, one of the walls shifts, revealing a door rolling in from a side. One walks to it.
One: I believe you will make the right decision.
He opens the door and closes it behind him.
One: Mr. Thunder, I believe I said that when I give you my title to hold on to, I didn't want you wearing it as a genital hood ornament.
Thunder: Sorry, Mr. One. I forgot.
One: I swear, one of these days....
The door rolls back to beyond the walls. Suddenly, a mechanical whirl is sounded. The contraption is set into motion, with the ice cream scoopers swirling inwards as the device slowly inches closer to Redface.
*COP-OUT COMMERCIAL BREAK*
Worst Ratings Ever Network wants adult content Vince's ass comeback
Network on Peacock Yay, NBC with McMahon That's NOT what she said
Bischoff inducted What's one good thing we can say? He should dye his hair
*From out of the back comes the chair swinging freak, with chair in hand. A black chair with a design of barbwire and the words “BALLS MAHONEY” on it. He lifts the chair in the air with one arm and slams his fist to his chest (matching the beat of his theme) with the other. He stops halfway down the ramp, lifting both arms, sticking his pierced tongue out.*
JBL: Well, if it isn't a dentist's wet dream... Balls Mahoney.
Cole: Don't you mean Captain Caveman!?
JBL: That's the worst thing you've ever said, ever.
Finkel: From Nutley, New Jersey... Weighting in at 305 lbs... BALLS MAHONEY!
*He climbs up the steps and enters into the ring with chair in hand. He sets the chair near a turnbuckle, under the bottom rope. And pumps himself up more as he awaits his opponent. His music fades away.*
Cole: Do you think that Balls will be able to handle his opponent.
JBL: He has the size... But I seriously doubt that he can. Considering the path of the destruction of Crow, I doubt he stands a chance.
*The anti-fire sprinklers begin to start as a white ship appears on the Toomitron. Spotlights focus on the top of the tron, where the ghostly pirate appears. He holds out his hand to grab a rope that has seemingly appeared out of nowhere. The specter slides down the rope with frighting speed. As the heels of his boot hit the floor the lights go out again. Every few seconds a clash of thunder causes the lights to return to show that the dark figure's trek to the ring.*
Finkel: And from the Depths of the Caribbean... Weighing in at 277 lbs... FERHAGO CROW!
*Ferhago locks his gaze on Balls, who gives an uneasy smirk, as he pulls himself up on the top rope. The crowd gasps in amazement as the feat of a large sized man with three inch heeled boots actually walking on the top rope with ease. Crow makes a completely circle before stepping off to the ring mat. The pirate casks off his Tricorn and Coat to rest on the turnbuckle. His music ends.*
Cole: Spine chilling is the entrance of Crow.
JBL: Some may call it senseless but this entrance has a point... He psyches his opponents out with this dark entrance.
DING! DING! DING!
*The caveman and pirate face off in the center. Crow goes for a grapple and his ducked. He turns right into a left from Balls.*
Cole: OH MY!
Cole: OH MY!
Cole: OH MY!
JBL: STOP THAT!
Cole: OH MY!
JBL: STOP THAT, DAMMIT!
*Mahoney winds up his right hand.*
JBL: Don't you dare!
*Before Balls can connect, Crow's boot connects with his face via Lafitte's Pride. The 6'2”, 305 lbs man crashes down to the mat as Crow pops back up to his feet. Crow walks to the side of Balls and goes for a Standing Moonsault. But Mahoney rolls out of the way. Yet Crow lands standing, an amazing feat to be sure. Mahoney makes it to his feet and bounces off the ropes with a Clothesline to the back of the head of Crow in mind. Seemingly having eyes in the back of his head, Crow performs a Moonsault kick to the side of Mahoney's head. The cold eyed pirate lands on his knees staring down at his victim. He covers Mahoney for the pin.*
JBL: That's it. He's done.
Cole: I'm not so sure, John!
*Crow rolls backward to his knees and rises to his feet as Balls pulls himself up. Crow leans back against the ropes to make a beeline towards Mahoney. But is met with a Super Kick! BUT CROW STILL STANDS! Balls takes advantage of the stunned Crow to hit a Sidewalk Slam to much cheers. He goes for the pin!*
Cole: Could it be?
JBL: Not a chance.
*Crow kicks out with authority. He rolls the large body of Balls off of them as he rises unnaturally. He reaches down, grasping Mahoney by his ratty hair (not unlike Crow's) to pull to his feet. Ferhago cuts his throat with both thumbs before setting Mahoney up for Crow's Nest. Mahoney counters into a Suplex of his own but mistakenly causes Crow's legs to crash down upon the referee, knocking the zebra man out! Balls stands to eye his work but is shocked to find the ref out under Crow's legs. He points to the chair, grinning like a cat who ate a canary. He picks it up and returns to hit Crow with the chair. But he kicked in the stomach by Crow, dropping the chair in the center of the ring, and is placed into position for the Queen Anne's Revenge! Crow looks down upon his trapped opponent with nothing but contempt. He goes for the jump! Yet Balls doesn't go with him! At the last second, he frees an arm and is able to free his head. Unable to protect himself, Ferhago lands right into a vicious Low Blow! The pirate falls to his knees as he recovers from an injury to his apparently intact “manhood”.*
Cole: Well, what?
JBL: Balls just cheated, aren't you going to say anything?
Cole: He just did what he had to do to win!
JBL: You're a hypocrite.
*Balls plays to the crowd as Crow slowly makes it to his feet. Mahoney hits a hard left.*
JBL: Don't you even start it, Cole!
*Mahoney winds up his right hand again.*
*Crow is teetering on his feet as Mahoney signals that this will be the end. He grabs Crow by the side and lifts him up... NUTCRACKER SUITE ON CROW! He goes for the pin just as the referee stirs. The crowd is on their feet, cheering for Balls to do the impossible.*
Cole: OH MY! OH MY! BALLS JUST HIT THE NUTCRACKER SUITE! THIS COULD BE IT!
JBL: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!
Cole: COULD THIS BE IT FOR CROW?!
JBL: I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT THIS FREAK HAS CROW DOWN!
3- NO! CROW KICKED OUT!
Cole: DAMNIT, THAT WAS CLOSE.
JBL: So much for being unbiased.
*The crowd gasps that the monster known as Crow was able to kick out. Balls pulls himself back up as he walks over to the downed referee to check with him. Ferhago lays on the ground flat, seemingly out of it. But he rolls back to his knees, much to the horror of some children in the front row. He rolls over to the ropes as Balls walks back to the center to pick up the chair, taking further advantage of the recovering referee. He leans down to pick it up as Crow swiftly jumps to the top rope and then quickly off it. The large man soars through the air and connects with a Scissors Kick to the back of Balls' head, sending him headfirst into the chair.*
JBL: THAT WAS IMPRESSIVE!
Cole: DAMMIT! DAMMIT! NOT THIS WAY!
JBL: You're unbelievable.
*The crowd reacts to the painful blow in horror as Crow makes it back to his feet. He violently kicks Balls head off the chair. He reaches down and pulls Mahoney back up by his hair. He thrusts Balls between his legs and again cuts his throat with both thumbs.*
Cole: OH COME ON, THE MATCH IS OVER! WHY DO THIS!?
JBL: That's just the MO of Crow... He won't stop until his opponent is torn limb from limb.
*Crow then underhooks the arms of Balls and leaps into the air. QUEEN ANNE'S REVENGE ON THE CHAIR! Crow stares down, standing on his knees, at the broken man in front of him. As he stands, he kicks the chair out of the ring and rolls Balls over. He crosses the arms of Balls and places his foot upon the broken ECW original.*
JBL: It's over. Queen Anne's Revenge...
Finkel: And your winner of this match.... Ferhago Crow...
JBL: Can't say I'm surprised...
*Suddenly, "Otherworld" hits and everyone, including Ferhago Crow, start to look at the stage. A few seconds go by before anything appears, then you see Mysth... in a wheelchair, pushed by his girlfriend, Ivy Rosepine, who looks really sorry. Mysth seems to be in a very bad shape, he has his right arm in a plaster, a surgical collar around his neck and bandages around his head and his chest. Crow looks at this pathetic image and seems to have a barely visible move on his face, a small sign of satisfaction. Mysth has a microphone in his left hand and slowly raises it to his mouth, while Ivy puts her arms around his neck and her cheek against his in a very tender manner.*
Mysth : *With a weak voice.* Ferhago Crow... for the second time now... You' ve taken me to my limits... *clears his throat* ...I almost managed to defeat you... but during both of our matches, you got the upper hand... and you eventually beat me...
*Mysth pauses and coughs a bit. The fans in the attendance seem to be very worried about Mysth' s current physical state.*
Mysth : ...And I' ve got to hand it to you... you are probably the strongest wrestler I' ve ever seen... and you' re definitely the strongest I ever faced...
*He pauses again and breathes loudly.*
Mysth : *With a surprisingly clearer voice than before and said with much more assurance.* But there' s something you don' t know about me, you bastard crustacean !
*The crowd appears shocked and relieved at the same time at this last line. Crow, on the other hand, came back to his usual unexpressed, apathetic look.*
Mysth : I am much tougher than I look ! *At this very moment, Ivy has a smirk. She goes behind the wheelchair and pulls it right away as Mysth suddenly rises ! The crowd is cheering !* And I never. EVER. GIVE UP !!
*As soon as he finishes to say that, Mysth throws the microphone on the ground, he smashes the plaster against the nearby guardrails, tears down the bandages and simply breaks the collar by pulling with both of his hands. The crowd is going wild as they see the Frenchman is still in a good shape despite the brutal match at At The Soundless Dawn. Mysth suddenly rushes at Crow, but as we could have expected, the lights flicker, and when they come back to normal, the pirate is nowhere to be seen. Mysth looks around the arena with a smirk as the crowd cheers for him. Mysth goes back to meet his girlfriend again and they leave, one against another, a proud look on their faces.*
JBL: What a turn of events!
Cole: MYSTH IS BACK AND HE WILL NOT STOP UNTIL CROW IS DEFEATED!
Finkel: The following contest is a tag team match, scheduled for ONE fall. Introducing first…
*This theme begins to blast over the speakers as the fans begin to cheer. Out step Benjamin and Haas onto the stage.*
Finkel: At a total combined weight of 497 pounds, the WORLD’S GREATEST TAG TEAM!
*The two walk down to the ring, taking off their gear and taking positions at one of the far corners of the ring. Their music dies down.*
Finkel: And their opponents…
*The lights go out, being replaced with multicolors and strobes as “Peace Sells” plays over the audio. Out rolls the infamous Jaguar, and the fans begin to boo at a deafening level.*
Finkel: Being accompanied by Terina, from San Diego California and weighing in at a combined weight of 456 pounds….T…J…T!
*The car stops where the ramp begins, and the three climb out of the car and down to the ring. The trio seems completely happy, oddly enough. Thunder and Jupiter are back to their turquoise and gold attire, long black leather trenchcoats, sunglasses and jewelry—and Terina is wearing her designer clothes, as usual. Upon getting to the ring, Thunder and Jupiter strut to opposite sides of the ring and slide in at unison. Terina sits on the apron and lifts up her arms, and each man takes a hand to help her up, letting her in the ring. Each man kisses the respective hand they hold—again in unison—and begin to take off their massive supply of entrance gear. The music trails off and the lights are back to normal. Haas and Jupiter decide to start this one out, as Thunder and Benjamin go to their respective corners. Terina drops outside the ring at her team’s corner. The referee signals for the bell, and before anything else happens, the match is instantly under way.*
DING DING DING!
*Jason Jupiter immediately goes to the lockup with Charlie Haas, and shifts around to a waist lock. Charlie Haas hits an elbow to the stomach, and strafes somewhat to hit a side Russian leg sweep—blocked by Jason Jupiter. Jupiter grabs the closer arm, spinning around and wrenching, and tossing Haas with an arm drag. Haas gets up, and as Jupiter goes for a clothesline, leapfrogs above him. As Jason bounces off the ropes, Charlie goes to hit a hip toss, which Jupiter blocks. Jupiter then hits a knee to the stomach, and then lands a butterfly suplex on the Oklahoman grappler. Jason goes for the cover.*
*Quick kickout from Charlie Haas. Jason gives off a quick frown, before picking Haas up by the head, dragging him to TJT’s corner and making the tag to Jimmy Thunder. Jupiter picks Haas up, nailing a side backbreaker, but keeping Haas on the knee. Thunder springboards into the ring via the top rope, hitting an elbow drop to Haas. Jimmy picks him up around the torso, hitting a toe kick to his abdomen and giving him a strong whip into an adjacent corner. Looking to end it early, Thunder pulls to the corner opposite of Haas and measures up, before bolting at full speed to hit a Thunderbolt. Charlie Haas, using his athletic agility, lifts up. Thunder sends his right shoulder into the steel ring post, and as he pulls out, staggering back and bending down, Haas leaps off to go for a sunset flip!*
*Thunder gets himself out of the pinning predicament. On the mat, Haas applies a front face lock for a few moments before climbing to his feet and making the tag to Shelton Benjamin. With Shelton in the ring, he and Charlie wishbone each leg of Jimmy Thunder’s and pull in opposite directions, causing the brown-haired athlete to groan in pain. Shelton grabs the leg closer to him, applying a knee lock as Charlie Haas exits the ring, back onto the apron. Lifting up, Shelton hits a knee drop in the pit of Jim’s own knee. Shelton attempts to transition into a legbar, but Jimmy kicks him back with his feet. Thunder stumbles upward, only to get a kick from Benjamin sent straight at him. On instinct, Jimmy blocks, and Shelton winds around, hitting a dragon whip and taking him down. Terina sighs as Shelton Benjamin makes the cover on Jimmy Thunder.*
*Once again, Thunder kicks out. Albeit, the force from this rather angered kickout forces Shelton right off Thunder and several feet away. Shelton gets right back up, at about the same time Thunder does, hitting a few lefts and rights before he notices Jimmy seems a little…angry. With super-stiff, rapid-fire punches, Thunder begins his Thunder Blaze, hitting 23 punches to the torso of Shelton Benjamin. With the force of all these blows, Benjamin drops down to his knees. Thunder brings the staggering man to his feet, and leaps to deliver a wheel kick, causing Shelton Benjamin to fall to the mat, face first. Jimmy quickly hooks a leg.*
*Thunder stands up, grabbing Shelton by the head and standing him up again. As Jim hoists him up for an Argentine backbreaker, Benjamin slips out, landing to the mat on his hands and knees. With one of his legs, he attempts to sweep kick Thunder, but to no avail. Just as Jimmy Thunder goes for a front dropkick, Shelton rolls out of the way and quickly makes the tag to Charlie Haas, who comes back into the ring. Haas rushes straight at Thunder, aiming to hit a running crossbody. Jimmy Thunder catches Charlie, and adds in a gutbuster. Thunder gets to his corner, making the tag to Jupiter. Thunder and Jupiter deliver a double suplex to Haas, and before the ref can send Jim out, Terina climbs to the apron. The “interested” referee attempts to send her on her way, but she keeps him distracted. Thunder forces Haas into a tree of woe at a corner behind the ref’s back. Jim climbs up and applies a reverse surfboard stretch. Jupiter climbs up to another corner opposite of this, and prepares to leap off to seal the Deal Breaker. Before he can do this, however, none other than Shelton Benjamin rushes him at the turnbuckle, leaping up to the top. Shelton attempts to belly to belly suplex him off, but Jason keeps his balance, kneeing Benjamin in the stomach and trying to force Shelton off the turnbuckle. Shelton refuses to fall off, and grabs a hold of Jason Jupiter’s midsection—the perfect setup for a super Northern Lights suplex. Out of nowhere comes Thunder. Thunder’s had enough, and after a long wait at the other corner, grabs the elevated Shelton Benjamin by the legs, holding him up for a Thunder Crash. After Jason Jupiter regains his composure, Jason leaps at Benjamin with a torpedo dropkick, and as Thunder falls back—An Explosive Solution connects!—Shelton Benjamin takes a spill, and Jimmy Thunder slides out of the ring. Jason covers. However, the referee, having turned around after this action, notices Charlie Haas laying down in the ring and helps him out. Jupiter yells at the referee to count the pin, slapping his hand on the mat. After a while, Terina drops off the apron; the referee turns around and begins to count.*
*Those extra moments proved essential for Shelton Benjamin; he got a shoulder up at the very last second, and without the distraction, may have been finished then and there. Jason gets up to his feet, lifting Shelton by the skin of his head. With the dazed member of the self-proclaimed World’s Greatest Tag Team, Jason applies a front facelock. He lifts Shelton up—Big Red Spot front DDT!—or at least, it would’ve been. Provided Shelton hadn’t slipped his head out before falling back down to the mat. Jason falls flat onto his butt, and audible laughter can be heard from the fans. Even though they’re on opposite sides, Jim and Charlie seem to be chuckling, and even Terina cracks a smile. Jason gets up with a long face, and tags Jim in. Thunder seems eager to double team, but Jupiter shrugs him off and steps onto the apron. As Jimmy Thunder gets into the ring, he grabs the recovering Shelton Benjamin, and hits a neckbreaker slam. He then hits an elbow drop to the stomach, and proceeds to lock in a Boston Crab. Shelton refuses to tap out, despite Jim applying pressure and using leverage to try to finish this match. Impatient, Thunder lets go and gets up. As he approaches Shelton Benjamin’s head, Shelton trips him at the legs. Thunder falls over, and Benjamin, clutching his midsection, makes the tag to Charlie Haas. Shelton staggers out, and Haas, feeling a little fresher with the time he’s had to recover, goes right after Thunder, who’s also standing. Haas hits a couple forearms, but Thunder hits a huge right hand that sends Haas staggering back in retaliation. Thunder hits a snapmare and quickly tags back to Jupiter. Jupiter applies a seated chinlock, and Thunder hits a front dropkick on the immobilized Haas. Jim exits, and Jason turns the Chinlock into a half nelson. With it, he picks Charlie Haas up and lands a front facebuster. Jupiter goes for the cover.*
*Jason gets up, and decides to share a few “choice words” with the booing audience. With his back turned to his opponent, he suddenly feels Charlie Haas pulling down on him, rolling him up with a compact schoolboy. The referee quickly goes back to counting!*
THUNDER BREAKS IT UP!
*Shelton Benjamin prepares to get into the ring, still holding his midsection, but by the time he gets through the ropes, Jimmy Thunder is out. Jason gets up and out, and with his eyes darting back and forth, makes the tag to his partner. Against Terina’s own verbal direction, Thunder waits for Charlie Haas to tag Shelton Benjamin. Jason Jupiter climbs out, and Haas exits as well. The two legal men plod towards one another, and Thunder picks Shelton up, getting him readied for a Thunder Suplex. Just as he prepares to lift him up, Benjamin manages to get a second wind, and counter with his own exploder—T-Bone suplex, and Thunder is down to the mat. Shelton quickly goes for a cover.*
*Before Thunder can even try to kick out, Jason rushes back in, breaking up the pin. Charlie Haas runs back into the ring, entering into a slugfest with Jason Jupiter. Jupiter hits a big knee that sends Haas stumbling back. Meanwhile, Thunder runs at Shelton Benjamin from an opposite side of the ring, going for a lariat, but Shelton hotshots him across the middle rope. Against the ropes nearby, Haas dodges another knee from Jupiter, and goes to complete the Broken Arrow. Jupiter grabs him by the arm, and Haas turns back around to clothesline him to the outside. While it connects, Jupiter holds on, causing both him and Haas to go over the top rope and out onto the floor. Jason gets up faster, sliding back into the ring, and with the ref facing Shelton, who turns around to receive a running knee from Jason, Terina reaches a recovering Haas. Just as he turns around to face her, a Lucky Shot lays him out on the mat outside the ring. With Shelton separated from his partner, Jimmy Thunder kicks Benjamin in the stomach, lifting him up in the crucifix Powerbomb position. Jupiter hits the neckbreaker, and as he gets out of the ring, Terina assumes her normal position. Thunder makes the cover.*
DING DING DING!
Finkel: Here are your winners…T…J…T!
*Thunder rolls out to meet his partners in crime, as “Peace Sells” picks back up; as do the fans’ boos. Thunder and Jupiter make the outlines of title belts, smug grins on each of their faces, and an even happier Terina in the middle, between the two. The camera fades out.*
Post by Toom E. Guci on Jul 18, 2007 12:18:50 GMT -5
*Todd Grisham stands outside Toom E's office*
Toom E Dangerously has been behind closed doors for days, trying to go over things from his absence. He claims he doesn't have time right now to speak, but will have some sort of announcement to bring to not just the fans, but the superstars, later this evening.
Post by Bedlam LadyD on Jul 18, 2007 18:49:14 GMT -5
"To watch you lose..control!"
The lights flicker into purple, and this brings a definite mixed reaction from the crowd. Synthy steps out, and looks back to full health. Her sunglasses are perked on the edge of her nose, and her icy amethyst eyes search over the crowd as she walks down the entrance ramp. She pauses momentarily, staring at a sign in the crowd: PROUD TO BE A SYNNER.
Syn peers at him over her sunglasses. "Dude, you realize that isn't spelled right?" He smiles at her, and taken aback by this, she continues on to the ring.
She back flips over the rope, and pulls off her sunglasses, rolling her neck and stretching. She tosses the to the outside-
"Ooh, you better hold on tight, cause I'm gonna love you nice..."
Synthy's head snaps up at the theme. Ho and behold- her opponent for the evening is Ashley. The 'E's lamest Diva struts herself down the ramp, dressed in generic 'slut-punk' gear as usual. Synthy's face doesn't change as Ashley waves to the crowd and bends over in between the ropes. Ashley stops, and finally look at the woman who's she's facing- and freezes.
Synthy begins to laugh and Ashley looks horrified at the fact she has to face this crazy chick again. The bell rings, and the crowd is rooting for the second decimation of Ashley. Synthy sticks her face out toward her, and points to her chin, in a 'free hit' type of motion. Ashley spears her. Well, tries to, at any rate. She stumbles when she goes to hit the move, and it turns into a shoulder into Syn's stomach. Eris stumbles back a bit- but smiles. Ashley charges at her again, but Syn just sidesteps her. Ashley tries to bounce off of the ropes in an attempted spear again, and Synthy simply grabs her and throws her over her shoulder, then flips back and lands a nice moonsault. She avoids a count by grabbing Ashley's shoulder and latching on a crosschoke. Her eyes are watching Ashley's hands intently, and the woman's screams bring a smile to her face. Ashley's left hand goes to tap- and Syn releases the hold. She lets go of the frantic woman, and stands up. She lets out a cackle before yanking Ashley up by the hair, and throwing her into a turnbuckle.
She charges, and smoothly makes Ash eat mat with an inverted powerslam. Not one to let her off so easily, Synthy slingshots Ashley back into the same pole. Ashley's head bounces off of the buckle, but she remains there, hanging limply. Synthy grabs the woman's legs and lifts her up, and after tightening her hold, balances her feet on the second rope before wrapping her legs around Ash's head. As they fall, Syn flips around so that Ashley gets the full impact. Syn slides off, and through the ropes. She pushes her arms through the bottom and flips Ashley over.
Youch. Ashley's face is a bloody mass. Synthy smiles at her handiwork, and folds her arms over her chest, simply admiring for a moment before sliding back in. She lifts Ashley up, kisses two fingers and pats her on the cheek. This is followed by a Tornado DDT. There is not a snowball's chance in hell of Ashley even moving at this point. Yet still, Synthy refuses to stop. She stomps on the other's ankle, then her calf, her thigh, and then does a Curb Stomp right onto Ashley's stomach. She looks down at the bloody mess of former Playboy material. She yanks her up by the hair- and brings her easily down with the Synful Intentions.
Synthy's music starts up, but it seems she's far from finished. She reaches down, and grabs Ashley by the arm, and continues out of the ring with her. The mess of female crumples onto the arena floor, and Syn's eyes are cold. Frigid. She pushes the woman onto the barricade- and goes after a chair. Several seconds go by, and Ashley's concussed, bloodied, and probably has a broken nose, in the very least. Various members of the backstage crew come out and take her to the back in silence. Synthy grabs a mic.
"I told you before, and I will tell you this again. Useless. Plastic. Bimbos do not belong in my ring! Whoever creates these matches..I swear, if I get one more match with a plasticated sleazoid like this...." She lets her words hang. Shrugs. And her eyes go back to normal. After a second, this brings her onto her next subject.
"Cassinova. I haven't heard from you lately. That worries me. I know you're planning something, and I want you to know I'm prepared for anything you can throw my way.. as well as Juri's. Don't mess with us. You think you're so damn godly...well, eventually, gods get replaced. If you so much as try to mess with either my or Juri's minds...I'll be helping you become the past."
She throws down the mic, hard, and swiftly walks away from the dumbfounded audience. They seriously don't know what kind of reaction to give her. The shell-shocked audience fades as the
*Camera zooms out*
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Bischoff: No, no, NO....I will have NONE OF THIS! I AM SERIOUSLY BUSY, NOW LEAVE!
*the knocking on the door stops*
*A few seconds later someone ramshods the door over by using a wheel-chaired person, it turns out to be HEIDEN-DORF!*
Heiden-Dorf: *dizzy* Cheese....Sandwich?
*Dorf comes into the camera and gives a squealing Heiden-dorf a King-sized Cheese Sandwich. Dorf is wearing only his wrestling gear as his whole abdomen/rib area is taped up, as are both his quads and calves.*
*In reality, Toomi Bischoff was eating a sandwich at the time, because it was his break time and what-not.*
Bischoff: If you EVER disturb me when I say "I'm Busy" anymore I will suspend you 30-days NO PAY, ya got that....
Dorf: No. I came here about my match.
Bischoff: Who do you face again?
*unleashes Magic WashableTM Match Board to see who dorf faces this week.*
Hmm...*puts on reading glasses* it appears to me that you face William Regal this week. What is your problem?
Dorf: UM...LOOK AT ME!
Bischoff: *looks at dorf, but not the way one would think* New haircut or something?
Dorf: *annoyed* NO ASS***! I'm injured...ow.
Bischoff: And what do you want me to do?
Dorf: Call off the match.
Bischoff: Well, first things first, lemme see a signed document from a physician to get you medically cleared from this.
*Dorf hands Bischoff the medical clearance paper*
Please Excuse dorf from any wrestling activity for three weeks until his injuries heel.
Ya know something dorf, you have been in the business for so, so long and yet you do get injured a lot. You've ruined countless of other one-time contracts that has nearly destroyed this business. But you work your ass off so much, to keep EWT from going out of business, anyway. But to the audience, its even more wasted then than it is now. And on top of this, this would be third-time you've avoided to wrestle William Regal, are you sure you want to go with this?
Dorf: Just call off the match. I didn't want a long-winded story about how much I slacked off. I'm injured...ow.
Bischoff: Well Dorf....NO DEAL! You no-show, you're suspended 30-days no pay, simple as that.
Dorf: THIS ISN'T LEGAL!!! IT'S NOT FAIR! You can't do that me....
Bischoff: Since you interrupted me and nearly destroyed my sandwich and obliterated my door, you REFUSE to do your match, YOU'RE FIRED. *slaps back* Got it?
*Dorf angrily grunts and walks to the back, slowly in pain.*
Now, I can finally eat my sandwich *laughs*. *Bischoff bites into the sandwich and notices that the Cheese is missing. Just then Heiden-Dorf appears...*
Heiden-Dorf: *grunts* Me be...sorry...it had cheese.....sandwich *drools*.
Bischoff: *steaming* GET OUT BEFORE I MAKE YOU WORK HARDER!!
*The camera fades to black as Bischoff starts to eat his sandwich in disgust of it having no cheese now.*
Post by Koda, Master Crunchyroller on Jul 18, 2007 22:51:23 GMT -5
* King Booker's Theme begins to play *
Lillian: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Houston, Texas, King Booker!
King Booker strolls out onto the stage as the crowd goes wild for him.
JR: That's odd Joey, it seems Queen Sharmell isn't here tonight. Styles: Didn't you hear JR? She came down with the flu before their trip today.
King Booker makes his way into the ring and removes his robe and crown.
* "Wings of a Butterfly" by HIM begins to play *
Lillian: And his opponent, from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, Koda Kazar!
JR: I wonder if Danny Ashley will accept Koda's offer to the Steel Chaos match? Styles: I have no idea. Maybe we'll learn tonight.
Koda comes out to a loud sea of cheers. Koda rushes to the ring and runs up to a corner and does a backflip off of it. Koda and King Booker meet in the center of the ring, and shake hands before the ref calls for the start of the match. Booker pulls Koda in and gives him a release over the head belly to belly suplex, but Koda flips and lands on his feet. As Booker gets up, Koda hits him with a pele kick, and Koda lands on his feet. Koda then hits a belly to back moonsault onto Booker, and again lands on his feet.
Koda climbs to the second turnbuckle and waits for Booker to get to his feet. Koda leaps towards Booker, but Booker catches Koda and uses his momentum to turn it into a power slam. Booker catches his breath and gets to his feet before Koda does. Koda goes to punch Booker, but Booker catches his hand and knees Koda in the gut. Booker then lifts Koda up for a spinebuster, but drops him with an inverteded atom drop. Booker follows up with a clothesline that sends Koda spinning through the air.
Booker lifts Koda up again, but Koda begins punching Booker in the ribs. Booker quickly puts an end to it by elbowing Koda in the back of the head. Booker positions Koda's head between his legs and lifts him up for a powerbomb, but Koda rapidly punches Booker's head before Booker can complete the move. Koda tries to take Booker down with a headscissors, but Booker fights back and lifts Koda back up for powerbomb, but Koda again fights back with a flurry of punches to the head. This time Koda leans forward and places his hands on the mat. Koda tightens his legs around Booker's neck, and locks his feet together. This causes a leg scissors sleeper on Booker, and also arches Booker's back. They stay in this position for about 30 seconds before Booker begins to fall to his knees, and eventually, his back. Koda lets go of the impromtu submission hold and stands on his feet. Koda goes up to the top rope this time and delivers an arched shooting star press to Booker. Koda goes for a pin.
Booker somehow gained enough oxygen to kick out in time. Koda slowly gets up and lifts Booker up, but Booker breaks free and unleashes a series of left and rights on Koda before knocking him down with a short arm clothesline. Booker regains his senses and lifts Koda up. Booker kicks Koda in the gut and lifts him up for a suplex, but Koda floats over. Booker spins around and captures Koda. Booker hits Koda with the Book End! Booker goes for a pin.
Booker couldn't believe that his out of nowhere Book End didn't seal the match. Booker lifts Koda up again and whips him into the ropes. Booker catches Koda on the rebound with the 110th Street Slam! Booker gets on one knee and stares at his hand. Booker then does the Spin-a-roonie! Booker then lifts Koda up and kicks him in the gut. Booker goes for a Scissors Kick, but Koda dodges it. Booker tries to hit Koda with a jumping side kick, but Koda ducks and at the same time sweeps Booker's other leg out from under him. Koda then hooks Booker's legs and locks him in a pinning bridge.
Koda lifts Booker up, but Booker delivers an uppercut to Koda. Booker whips Koda into a corner and charges at him. Koda dodges just in time, and Booker bounces head first off of the top turnbuckle. Koda lifts Booker onto his shoulders and connects with a Double Kill! Koda goes for a pin.
Koda becomes a little flustered at Booker, but overall keeps his calm. Koda begins to lift Booker up again, when Booker grabs one of Koda's legs and gives him a dragon screw takedown. Booker heads up top and hits Koda with a Houston Hangover. Booker then backs off, and as Koda begins to slowly get up, Booker hits him with a Scissors Kick! Booker goes for a pin.
JR: The Scissors Kick! That has to be it, I don't see how Koda can kick out of it! Styles: The isn't over until that bell rings, JR, anything can still happen.
Booker is clearly upset now and lifts Koda up again. Booker kicks Koda in the midsection and goes for another Scissors Kick, but Koda evades this time. Koda spins Booker around and kicks him in the gut. Koda sets Booker up and connects with a Catch of the Day in the center of the ring! Koda holds on and goes for a pin.
Lillian: Here is your winner, Koda Kazar!
Styles: See JR? Anything can happen. JR: That was an incredible match between these two superstars tonight.
As Koda stands in the ring celebrating, Domination Creation Station Nation rushes to the ring and begins assaulting Koda. Danny readies himself in a corner as Houston and Titan beat down Koda. They lift him to his feet and both irish whip him towards Danny, who bursts out of the corner and hits Koda with an Arrowhead!
Job Bher rushes to the ring and begins knocking all three down, but turns his focus on Houston and Titan. When Job Bher cleans the ring of the two of them, he turns around only to be hit with an Arrowhead from Danny Ashley, himself. King Booker rolls into the ring and begins punching Danny Ashley, until Titan knocks Booker down from behind with a lariat to the back of the head. Houston makes his way back into the ring and Titan and Houston whip Booker into a third Arrowhead from Danny Ashley. Danny calls for a mic and stands over Koda's body.
Danny drops the mic and the three of them celebrate over the carnage they've caused.
JR: By gawd, Joey! Danny Ashley took three superstars out in a row with that deadly spear he calls the Arrowhead! Styles: It will be real interesting to see how this all goes down in Steel Chaos!
We fade to commercial.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Jul 19, 2007 0:12:46 GMT -5
*Cut back from Toom E Dangerously's music hits, as he powerwalks to the ring. Toom E climbs in the ring with a look on his face..a face of grief. He takes the microphone from the ring announcer.*
We have a problem here in EWT. A very serious problem. And there is 1 person & 1 person alone who is responsible for this...oceanic!!!
Now don't worry, I am not going to fire her. No, for you see...that would do little justice here. No, instead...let's take a look at what she did in my absence:
Number 1) She brought back not 1, but 2 championships that I disbanded. The simple thing to do would be to drop those titles likes yesterday's garbage. But, what would the point be? The new Stable Championships cost $10,000 to have made for the Minipax. Now this alone is an outrage, but there's more.
Number 2) She sent the ENTIRE EWT roster to Brazil...ON EWT'S MONEY!!! And First Class!!! And when arriving in Brazil, she had them all driven in limosuines. WHAT KIND OF NONSENSE IS THIS?!?!?!?!
Number 3) That previous pay per view cost way to much money, period.
And who the hell authorized buying a vehicle for Sum Guy, of all people?
The fact of the matter is that every single one of you are looking forward to the very next EWT pay per view. Hell, Mike Ragnal has already started voting to see just who he will face. This is fine. I am not going to stop the wishes of what he hopes for.
The problem is...EWT is currently in the hole. And because of oceanic, we are in the hole...BIG TIME!!!
How big? Technically, we should fold right here, right now. Lock & close the doors. Watch the paychecks bounce & sign all the rights over to New York like every other dropped dead federation.
But, NOT ME!!! NOT EWT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You see, I have some solutions. And the solutions start right here, right now. You see, we can very easily do a pay per view right here in the EWT Arena. But that would cost to much money. We rent the EWT Arena...it is not 100% ours.
Instead, we will be heading back to high school for a low budget pay per view to keep everything on schedule. We will return to the roots of professional wrestling at it's best...in the high school gymnasium of Chandler High School in Chandler, AZ...the cheapest venue we could find. And why is it so cheap?
Because Chandler High School was started in 1912...making Chandler High School.....OLD SCHOOL!!!!
And on August 12th, 2007...EWT goes Old School live on pay per view. And in keeping with the name of this pay per view, every single match will fall under Old School Rules. What's this mean?
Count outs exist
Pinfall or submission rules
5-count rule will be in effect
If a title is being defended, it can change hands on a count out or a disqualification
And this will be the rule in EVERY SINGLE MATCH!!!!!
For, if we can bring EWT back to the roots of wrestling, we can probally get EWT out of the hole. This is just 1 of a few solutions we are hoping for in order for problems to be solved.
And for the record, if you don't like it....you can blame oceanic!!!!
*fade to a black screen, where we see the words:*
Live on pay per view Sunday, August 12th, 2007 Chandler High School Chandler, AZ
Post by liontamer12 on Jul 19, 2007 1:38:59 GMT -5
*The camera cuts and pans from the crowd area to the entranceway as the bell tolls. Howard Finkel grips the mic and pulls it to his mouth and begins:*
Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and has a twenty-minute time limit!
*"I'm the King of my World" by Saliva explodes from the speakers as John "The Lion" Valentine limps to the stage. The crowd seems to be louder than he has ever heard before in his career. Mind you, this is no Austin or Rock mark, but louder than Valentine has ever received.*
Finkel: On his way to the ring, from Oak Harbor, Washington, weighing in at 225 pounds, JOHN "THE LION" VALENTINE!!
*He smiles as he looks around to the somewhat happy crowd, claps and points around at all of the fans. They cheer a little louder from the recognition and Valentine starts down the ramp. As he takes his first limp, he pulls his hand to his cheek as if pulling back the string on a bow. He reaches the ring and takes the stairs for the first time in his career. A sign to show his apparent handicap. He motions for the mic and begins:*
Valentine: You know two weeks ago, my old frie- old acquaintance Virus gave me a beating I have never experienced in my life. And I can tell ya'. By the time that match was over I wasn't mad that I had lost...but rather happy that I was alive and that my career hadn't ended. I spent a day or so in the hospital and I had a lot of time to think and I came to the conclusion that John "The Lion" Valentine is here to stay. *Valentine pauses as the crowd pops at the statement.* And I can guarantee you that no "man" that calls himself a sickness can take my career from me. I'm going to say this once and one time only: Virus, you name a place or time and I'm there. I've got no problem with you, but so help me god if you want to dance with the Lion in this jungle...YOU GOT IT!!
*Valentine's last angry phrase stays etched as he stares at the Titan-tron. The crowd cheers at the Lion's vigor as Jamie Noble's music echoes throughout the venue. The muffled cheers turn to obvious "boo's" as the young southern boy emerges from the curtain. Valentine returns the mic to Howard and he begins:*
Finkel: And his opponent, from Hanover, West Virginia, weighing in at 202 pounds, JAMIE NOBLE!!
*The crowd continues to boo as Noble runs and slides into the ring. He hikes up his white socks that shoot from his boots and stands ready to fight. Referee Tim White calls for the bell and the match begins.*
JR: Well ladies and gentlemen, this match is officially underway. I hope to see something special here tonight from the Lion.
King: Me too JR. You know, I'm beginning to like this Valentine kid...but he's not as good as Jamie Noble...
JR: We'll see, King.
*Both men circle each other and soon, lock up in a collar-elbow tie-up. Jamie Noble grips Valentine's left arm and quickly wrenches it applying pressure. He yanks it a few times to wrench more pain to John's arm, but Valentine delivers a few straight punches to Noble's gut. Noble still has John's arm as John gets a little more footing and strikes again, but Noble wrenches the arm again bringing the Lion to his knees. Noble brings Valentine back to his feet with a loud knife-edged chop to Valentine's chest. The crowd "Whoo's" to the chop as Noble attempts to snap mare Valentine. It is foiled as John flips over onto his feet. Once he lands he immediately runs and bounces on the ropes. Noble jumps over a ducking Valentine as they pass and Valentine bounces off the opposite rope. On the return, Noble attempts to hiptoss Valentine. The first time, Valentine stops it, he stops a second attempt, a third! On the fourth attempt, Valentine spins around and attempts to hip toss Noble.*
JR: Gee wiz King! A lot has happened in these few short moments in this match!
King: Seems to be a power struggle right in the middle of the ring!
JR: I would put my money on Valentine who has at least twenty pounds on Noble.
King: Well JR, weight isn't everything. Khali is 420 pounds and he couldn't hit the broad side of Dusty Rhodes!
*Valentine's attempt to hip toss is quickly foiled as Noble swings around with a big right hook. Valentine notices this and uses the momentum to powerslam him! Noble crashes to the mat and John stays on for the cover. Tim White swings around to get a good look of the pin and begins:
Noble kicks out with force and crawls frantically to the corner. Valentine follows him as he is on his feet. Noble gets up and rests his back on the turnbuckle as Valentine runs, jumps and flies to deliver a cross body!*
JR: Look at the height!
* Just at the last moment, Noble spins out of the way as John crashes into the turnbuckle. The crowd "oo's" at the impact.*
King: Quick thinking by Noble. I told you he was the better wrestler!
*The Lion turns around and again runs toward Noble. As he reaches Noble, Noble quickly belly-to-belly overhead suplexes Valentine all the way to the center of the ring!*
JR: MY GOODNESS! What a suplex by Noble!
*Noble immediately returns to his feet after the suplex and picks up Valentine and delivers a momentous vertical suplex. Noble gets back to his feet and bounces off of the opposite ropes toward Valentine. John quickly gets up as the two meet and Valentine stops him with a viscous kick to the stomach and delivers the Liontamer!!*
JR: BAH GAWD!! LIONTAMER!! LIONTAMER!! Valentine just stopped Noble's momentum cold with that Liontamer!!
JR: *Random King mumble in that loud high-pitched voice...you know the one *
*Valentine crawls over Noble to make the cover as VIRUS EMERGES FROM THE UNDER THE RING!! He slides into the ring and slams a steel chair into the injured back of Valentine before referee Tim White can make the count!*
JR: VIRUS?! What the hell is he doing here?!
*Tim White calls for the bell. It rings and Howard speaks over the PA system.*
Finkel: The winner of this match by disqualification, JOHN "THE LION" VALENTINE!
JR: That is not the way you want to win a match! Virus, that son-of-a-gun!
*Valentine rolls off of Noble as Noble rolls out of the ring. Virus pulls the chair back and slams it down even harder over the back of Valentine. We hear a low, loud scream of terror loom throughout the arena from Valentine as Virus hit's him again with the chair. Finally, Virus picks up Valentine.*
JR: This is absurd! The Lion is dead!
*Valentine, groggy, tries to weakly swing at Virus. Virus blurbs an evil chuckle and delivers a devastating INFECTION, knocking Valentine out cold. Valentine twitches on the ground as Andy "The Eagle" Davidson rushes out from the curtain to the ring. The crowd pops loudly as he is noticed. The Eagle slides into the ring and gets to his feet. He rushes Virus but is met with a BIG BOOT!. Virus once again reaches for the chair and knocks out Davidson with the steel chair. Both men lie, busted open as Virus raises his hand with an evil smirk. The crowd boo's at Virus's attack.*
JR: I can't believe Virus would do such a thing! He is so beloved by the fans!!
King: Well JR, you know, anything can happen in th-
JR: Shut it, barbecue lips.
*Virus's music hits and we fade out while the camera stays fixed in an image, a painting, if you will, of Virus over the broken, twitching bodies of Andy "The Eagle" Davidson and John "The Lion" Valentine.*
Last Edit: Jul 19, 2007 1:46:11 GMT -5 by liontamer12
We cut to the ring, where we see Mr. Kennedy standing in the middle of the ring, in the middle of his... little speech.
Styles: Well folks, we're back and this next match is scheduled to be Mr. Kennedy taking on Crauswell. Of course, seeing the circumstances, the furry vanished without a trace at The Soundless Dawn. Nobody has seen him this entire week.
JBL: I doubt anybody was searching that hard.
JBL: Honestly Joey, would you want to hang around a guy who wears a freaking feather suit and wishes that he could fly? Honestly I wouldn't mind seeing him try just to watch the failure.
Styles: That's cold, but I suppose I would not. Still, recently, it looked like after Crauswell's loss to Cassinova at Crapmania!!!!, the man had begin to undergo some kind of personality change. I don't know what's up... but something tells me we'll find out soon enough.
Kennedy: .... GREEN BAY, WISCONSIN! I AM MISTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR KENNEDY!!!!!!!
Kennedy holds his fancy microphone and climbs to the top of a turnbuckle, before pulling the microphone close.
Kennedy: .... KENNEDY!!!!!!
JBL: Now THAT is a man you can respect Styles This guy is so damn proud of himself and why shouldn't he be?! He's the greatest man next to myself in the wrestling world today!
Styles: I strongly beg to differ.
JBL: Look you little rodent. Just do you job and shut...
In almost an instant, the lights suddenly go out again, as the crowd yelps in shock. After a few moments, they quickly cut back on... to reveal a very grim scene in the ring. Mr. Kennedy has been completely laid out, bleeding like a stuck pig all over the canvas. Written across the canvas in this very blood are a few words.
"Reborn to serve..."
The crowd looks on in shock, Kennedy's blood seeping all over the mat, as if having suffered from some brutal attack.
Styles: OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!! What the hell just happened?!
JBL: I... honestly don't know. One thing I do know is, this is not good Styles...
A group of EMTs rush down to the ring, as we almost immediately cut to the back.
Post by The Bad Man on Jul 19, 2007 18:19:57 GMT -5
*Meanwhile backstage we find Lance Cade and Trevor Murdoch enjoying a game of cards, Murdoch seems to be winning. As they play the lights seem to dim as shaows fall across the table. Murdoch and Cade look up to find Big and Bad standing over them. Mr. Bad grins like some sort of evil obese outlaw from the wilds of mongolia, while Mr. Big intimidates and then prods one of his fingers into Lance Cade's chest.*
MR. BIG: You shouldn't be here ...
CADE: ... um ...
MR. BIG: We don't like your kind around here, cowboy!
*Big looks over at Mr. Bad who just shakes his head, menace in his stone dead eyes that are etched into his gnarled head.*
MR.BAD (Raspy gurgling voice): ... Fl-Heh ...
*Cade looks at Murdoch who's mouth seems to be hangin open in either shock or fear, he turns to look at Cade they both nod and make a break for it down the corridor, cards and chairs falling ot the floor.*
MR. BIG (Shouting): You got until sun up boys!
*Mr. Big turns back to Mr. Bad and cracks his knuckles, Mr. Bad's face reads like a minefield that went off.*
(cut to commercial break)
He is the Bad Man and demands your pain and suffering!!