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Post by DieShiguya on Aug 2, 2007 13:14:34 GMT -5
*Camera cuts in to continue with the next match.
"The following match is scheduled for one fall! Standing in at Six feet, and weighing Two-hundred and ten pound... 'The Fallen Angel' Christopher! Daniels!" Christopher Daniels is already in the ring, posed on a turnbuckle with his head on his hands, which are clasped together. He eyes the entrance with regular 'Fallen Angel' intensity.
"Standing in at Six feet and Five Inches, weighing in at Two Hundred and Twenty-Five pounds- Die! Shiguya!"
Dir En Grey's '304 Goushitsu Hakushi no Sakura' plays. Fifteen seconds go by, and a white flash covers the crowd with light. A few seconds more tic by, and black streaks through the white light. Shiguya's form appears, and the lights go to faint silver. He looks calm, and very relaxed. The smile on his face is almost smirk-ish in its quality, and he even winks at a few of the women in the audience. The girls promptly become puddles.
Shiguya stands in the ring, looking curiously at Daniels. The bell rings with Daniels hopping down from the turnbuckle and standing right in front of Shiguya. The two men stare at each other; Shiguya's look one of amusement. Daniels goes for a quick uppercut, but Shiguya grabs the man's wrist and twists it behind his back. Smoothly, he grabs the man's other arm and pulls him over his shoulder, and right back down with vicious pumphandle slam. Standing up, Shiguya observes his handiwork before rolling Daniels onto his back. He grabs his legs and catapults him into the nearest turnbuckle.
As Daniels stumbles back Shiguya grabs him, and whips him into the opposite end, races after him and snaps him backward with a backdrop suplex. Shiguya pops his neck before heading over to Daniels- only for The Fallen Angel to snap him into the mat with a quick DDT.
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Shiguya's eyes gleam manically, before his half-smirk returns and he exits.
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Commercial Break.
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*The camera opens in the back Shiguya is standing, his frosty eyes latched onto the camera. He begins to speak.
Shiguya: "I suppose...I ought..to be happy that my match went so well. .... But I must admit, it's a shame that one who calls himself 'The Fallen Angel' couldn't put up much of a fight. Fallen angels are strong....I know these things all too well it seems." *Here he bounces onto the back of his feet and keeps his balance with ease. He opens his mouth as if to say something more, but he blinks, and he walks onward.*
*Static hits the camera, and then-*
The camera changes to where a very distraught Marisol is sitting, looking glum. Her face is puffy and her eyes are red. A red slap mark can still faintly be seen. Die Shiguya walks past her at first, before halting and swiftly turning around.
Shiguya: "....Lady? .....Are you...alright?" *His voice is silky and yet, fluid.*
*Marisol's eyes start on his feet and slowly gaze up to Shiguya's sensual face, framed by silver, black, and faintly pink hair. She makes a slight 'Meep!' noise.*
Marisol: "....I..."
Shiguya: "...A lady in anguish ... such beautiful emotion ... Would you mind telling me who is the cause of your misery?"
Marisol:"..Lu-Lu-Lull Songtra..." *Sniffles, and tries to wipe tears away from her face.*
Shiguya: *His face turns thoughtful and he looks at Marisol.* "Lull? That odd little man who sings like a child? ... It's almost charming...however. If he is the one who did this to you...he really should pay. As beautiful as such strong emotion on a lovely young woman's face is ...Lull is not justified in causing it. The pitiful imp- eh. It is no affair of mine at the moment. ... If you don't mind abandoning your duties at the moment, let us get you refreshed."
*Marisol's eyes go wide, and immediately she stands and follows after Shiguya like a puppy. Half of the women in the audience gain a death wish for Marisol.* *The camera goes back to the dreary static..*
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Post by xombiehiphop on Aug 2, 2007 19:37:00 GMT -5
Nothing but pitch darkness before a small bit of light illuminates a pair of clear colored eyes..
Corpse: ..Do you see, my brothers? We have broken him. His will, his spirit, his very soul. It is wondrous indeed how his once faithful masses have abandoned him just when he needs them the most. A man cannot hide from himself. There is only one path before him and that path shall-- Wraith: ...Yeah...whatever...when do we get paid again? ...That two disk Monster Squad dvd is comin' out... A harsher voice rises up, provided by a pair of red hued eyes
Corpse: ...You fail to see the forest for the tree's, Wraith. It is simply breath taking to watch his agony as he withers about in our collective palm... Wraith: Takes too damn long! ..Should of just hit 'em with a rock like I said.. Corpse: ..Precisely the reason I thank the devil you are not leading us.. Another voice snake like voice is heard, a sinister, hissing whisper
Ghost Face: ..Wraith doesn't have the imagination to grasp what's going on here. Bloodthirsty, but no imagination. You see..we've beaten him in the ring countless times. He recovers. ..But psychologically..he's damaged goods. The mind goes..so does the body. ..Job well done, I would say. ..Maybe Wraith's right..we DO deserve a raise.. Wraith: And it ain't like they don't have deep pockets.. Corpse: Our benefactors are blessed in that way, I concur. Ghost Face: ..Heheh..yeah..another pay off is in order. I mean we had Karma soften up the competition. If Juri even makes to the pay per view, it'll be in a wheel chair. ..And the clown..well..she wasn't a part of the deal. ..We can't do EVERYTHING for them, now can we? Throw a couple more zero's at us and maybe we can work something out..
The three began to cackle but before full on villainous laughter can erupt, a more joyous sound interrupts them..
Madison: Blossom, commander and the leader! Bubbles, she is the joy and laughter! Buttercup, she is the toughest fighter! POWERPUFF SAVE THE DAY!
We find Madison The Clown girl amongst the ghouls, holding two flash lights while performing a little dance. Singing rather loudly as The Draugr exchange glances
The Draugr: ....Eh.....
Madison: Fightiiiiiing criiiiiiime, trying to save the worlllllddddddd..
Ghost Face: ..Madison..
Madison: Heeereeee they cooooome, just in tiiiiiiime..
Wraith: Pay attention, ya goofy broad!
Wraith reaches a hand forward, cupping the clown's chin, turning her head towards the group
Madison: .......Hmmmm?
Ghost Face: ..Do you remember why we're here?
Madison: Our insidious plot to gather up all the penguins.....cut open their bellies.....and collect the magic gems that dwell inside! HAHAHA!
Corpse: ..No, child..
Ghost Face: ..We're here to put on a little show, don't you remember?
Madison: YAY! A show! Will there be seals that balance balls on their little seal noses and play trumpets?
Ghost Face: Even better. ..Have you ever seen Nightmare On Elms Street?
Madison: 'O course! It's only the best movie about char broiled serial killers that live in nightmares EVER!
Ghost Face: Tremendous. ..Now..shh..I think it's almost time..
Madison: Right-a-roonie!
The rainbow haired harlequin slings a mallet over her shoulder while covering her mouth, giggling in giddy excitement
..The scene cuts to a ring announcer..
Announcer: Introducing first...hailing from Oban Scotland...Robbie and Rory, The Highlanders!
Bagpipes sound the arrival of the two rugged Scotsman, who slap hands with the hands at ringside while stomping down to the ring..
Announcer: ..And their opponents..The Draugr!
Suppose you were to die tonight.
..Die tonight..
..Die tonight..
..Die tonight..
That part of The Draugr's entrance music begins to skip and repeat as the lights flicker until the ring is covered in total darkness. A ghostly blue tint replaces it as Robbie and Rory look about in confusion. Before they can begin to figure out what's going on, the center of the ring begins to implode. Robbie trips and is soon being drug underneath by an unknown force. His cousin Rory desperately grabs his hands and tries to help, but he too is soon sunk right through the center of the ring. In a similar way to Johnny Depp in the original Nightmare On Elms Street, a spray of red liquid shoot upwards. The McAllister cousins roll back from the depths, covered from head to toe in blood.
As the lights return, The Draugr and Madison climb out after them, revealing that they had been hiding underneath the ring the entire time. Ghost Face points a finger down at Rory
Ghost Face: Hit. Him.
With a demented little smile, Madison hoists her mallet over her head and brings it crashing down onto the defenseless Rory's stomach. He flops about like a fish gasping for air as The Draugr crowd around the two cousins. The trio begin to run their hands along the tags teams bodies, soaking their hands in the blood, soon covering it all over their faces in some sort of disturbing ritual.
Not to be left out, Madison decides to participate......in a different way. She dabs a few fingers into the blood, starting to use the canvas as her...uh...canvas. As if she were finger painting, she begins to doodle a cheerful sun and a kitty cat. She quickly points out her art to The Draugr who look to one another, shaking their heads, as she obviously is not catching on how they would like. After getting enough, they exit the ring, conversing amongst themselves, as Madison skips along, hands dripping with blood..
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It's fun to be perfect.
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Post by TJT on Aug 2, 2007 21:15:30 GMT -5
*The camera cuts backstage, in the locker room of TJT. Jason is laying on the leather couch in a pair of jeans and a polo, drinking a bottle of Dalmore and listening to his iPod. Jimmy is a few feet away, sitting in the leather chair, and reading a newspaper (in street clothes, as well).*
Thunder: …collapsed in—“ Damn, that’s a real pity. I really, really feel sorry for—
Jupiter: Awwww, quit your whining. *takes a swig of Scotch* If there’s one thing that there’s too damn much of in EWT, it’s whining. Agh. Now I’m sounding like them, too…*takes another swig of Scotch*
Thunder: Whatever, dude.
*Terina walks into view, looking at a clipboard covered in a stack of papers.*
Terina: Hey boys, I have good news!
Jupiter: *takes another swig of Scotch* Ehhhhh…
Thunder: Yo, let’s hear it. *continues reading newspaper*
Terina: So, you two are supposed to be wrestling against Deuce and Domino…
Thunder: Oh yeah…what about it?
Terina: Looks like…nope. We don’t have to face them, after all.
Jupiter: Oh? Why’s that?
Terina: I found a loophole. According to Commission Law Number 87B385D1, *reading* “when two teams with negative crowd reactions are competing, and both teams enter with vehicles of varying sorts…”
Thunder: And?
Terina: “…and the in-ring competitors both have “team” outfits, and a double team finisher…”
Jupiter: Where’s this getting to?
Terina: “…the match can be won by a team as long as this team is double-booked on the same card as the current match, without them competing in the match with the previous description.”
Jupiter: So, we’ll compete in the stable title defense instead?
Terina: Exactly.
Jupiter: *drinks some more Scotch* How the hell do you know this stuff, exactly?
Terina: A manager has to know these things.
Jupiter: About obscure loopholes? I mean, how often is this going to be useful?
Terina: Who knows, who cares. It just made things easier though, in case we ever need it in the future. I suppose you two can team up with Jack.
Jupiter: I guess, no reason not to. I’ll ask him when he’s back from training for his #1 Contendership match…
Terina: Good. I’ll be—
Thunder: *notices something in the newspaper* HEY!
Jupiter: What?
Thunder: *reading aloud* “County fair eating competition, sign up as you come: bottomless cheeseburgers. All competitors must place bets. Meet ‘The Angry Dog’ Bill MacKreegan, and ‘The Black Hole’ Moose Jackson. August 3, 2007.” Hey, that’s tomorrow!
Jupiter: Oh no…
Terina: You’re not actually entering that, are you?
Thunder: Of course I am! You guys know how much I can eat when I have to! And I have a lucrative bet of my own…hahahaha…
Jupiter: Whatever, brother. I just think that’s a somewhat incompetent plan for you to execute previous to a match. Wait. *drinks some more Scotch* Ahhh….there we go…
Terina: Okay, but if you kill yourself, it’s your own fault.
Thunder: Deal! I’ll prepare tonight!
Jupiter: Speaking of which…I could go for a steak right about now. Oh well. *falls asleep*
Terina: Alright, I’m going to my hotel suite. I’ll see you later.
*Terina leaves, and Jimmy continues reading*
Thunder: This could be good fun. Heheheheheheheh…
*the camera fades out, as Thunder turns a page*
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Post by Rated X on Aug 2, 2007 23:10:47 GMT -5
Fade in on Rated X's locker room, where Chad Michaels and Mike Corral are playing the new "EWT vs. Someone.... I think WWE?" Game. Chad is playing as Spaz while Mike Corral has picked Ultimo Chocula.
Mike: Shouldn't you be preapring for your match against Sandman?
CHad: I am preapring. Watch.
Chad pushes some buttons as Spaz grabs a Singapore Cane and bashes Ultimo across the forehead, causing him to bleed. Spaz raisies the cane in the air as Mike just looks at Chad.
Mike: How did you do that?
Chad: Easy. Promise a few nerds that you'll get them to score with some chicks, they'll give you everything you need to know.
Mike: Can't argue with that. Listen, I gotta go get ready for the 8-Man Tag later on. Catch you around.
Chad: Alright. Just remember: MiniPax can't be trusted Mike.
Mike: As if I didn't know.
The two high-five as Mike walks out of the locker room. Chad shuts the PS3 off and grabs a Singapore Can before bashing his head with it a few times.
Chad: Feels pretty good.
Chad grabs a nearby Pepsi and starts drinking it as we fade out.
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Post by Rated X on Aug 3, 2007 0:40:15 GMT -5
"Enter Sandman" by Metallica begins to play as The Sandman appears in the crowd, holding his Singapore Cane in the air for all thoe fans to see. Snadman drinks one of his trademark beers as the fans sing along to the infamous song.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall, and it is an extreme rules match! Introducing first from Philadelphia, PA, weighing in at 240 lbs., he is...... THE SANDMAN!!!
Snadman finishes his beer and spits it out before hopping the barricade and rolling into the ring. Sandman stands on the turnbuckles and raises his cane in the air as "Enter Sandman" fades out. Nine Inch Nails' "The Hand That Feeds" begins to play. Red, white, and blue lights swirl around until they all focus on one spot: Chad Michaels, Singapore Cane in one hand and a Pepsi in another, in the crowd. Chad holds his cane in the air as he pops open the Pepsi, chugging it before spitting it out. Chad makes his way through the crowd and gets to ringside before pulling another Pepsi out and opening it, chugging some before bashing his skull wiht the can. Chad spits the Pepsi right into the face of Sandman, who's still on the turnbuckle. Chad enters the ring and holds the cane like it's a sword, prepared for anything the Sandman might do.
Annoucner: And his opponent, from Miami, FL, weighing in at 246 lbs., he is "The Aftershow Party"..... CHAD!! MICHAELS!!!
Chad doesn't move, doesn't blink, but just keeps his eyes on Sandman, who has a "WTF" look on his face after seeing Chad's entrance.
-----Ding Ding Ding!!-----
Both men come near the center of the ring, holding their canes close by in case on of them makees a move. Both start trash talking for a bit before Chad shoves Sandman. Sandman backs up a bit before holding tightly to his cane, preparing to stirke. Sandman swings......... and misses!! Chad manages to duck before the cane makes contact and swings his cane full force into Sandman's ribs. Chad raises the cane high into the air before bringing it down against Sandman's back, causing him to scream in pain. Chad rears back once more and swings the cane full force, connecting with Sandman's forehead. Sandman ges down like a sack of bricks as Chad attempts the cover.
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3.... Sandman barely kicks out. Chad doesn't stop and rolls out of the ring, looking ofr any weapons he can find. Chad pulls out a trash can and a steel chair, planning on doing God knows what. Chad tosses the trash can and the chair into the ring before reaching under the ring once more, looking for yet another weapon. Chad manages to pull out a ladder to the delight of the fans. Chad picks the ladder up and slides it in before entering, only to be greeted with a stiff shot to the temple that causes him to bounce on the ropes. As Chad comes back, Sandman grabs the trash can and places it over Chad's head before grabbing the cane once more, beating the hell out of that trash can. After about 5 or 6 shots, Chad falls to the floor as some blood can be seen trickling out. Sandman tosses the trash can off of Chad's head before going for a pin.
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3....Chad barely gets the shoulder up. Sandman looks at Chad in diisgust before picking him up and irish whipping him into the turnbuckle. Sandman goes to try and sandwich Chad but Chad rolls out at the last second, causing Sandman to collide with the turnbuckle. Chad runs towards the ropes and hits Sandman with a quick running enzuigiri, knocking Sandman down. Chad gets up and looks at the ladder, a small grin on his face as we see blood flowing from his forehead. Chad picks the ladder up and sets it up in the center of the ring before being attacked by a double axe-handle from Sandman. Sandman irish whips Chad into the ropes and hits a clothesline, just as Chad manages to hit his Lariat from Heaven, causing both men to fall to the mat.
The crowd starts cheering for both of the opponents as they use the ladder to get to their feet. Both men start climbing, eventually reaching the top. Both men start trading punches, with neither man getting the upper hand. Suddenly, Genocide appears out of nowhere and slides into the ring before grabbing the chair that Chad threw in earlier and sets it up directly behind Sandman. Genocide grabs a Singapore Cane and runs to the ropes before bouncing off, jumping onto the chair, and jumps off before cracking the cane across the head of Sandman. Sandman slumps forward as Chad grabs him, hooking both of his arms. Chad yells something to Genocide, who immediantly grabs the trash can and places it near the ladder. Genocide moves to the side as Chad leaps off, hitting Sandman with the Coca-Cola Cliff Drop. Chad flips Sandman onto his back and covers him...
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-----Ding Ding Ding!-----
Announcer: Here is your winner, "The Aftershow Party" Chad Michaels!!!
Genocide helps Chad to his feet as Chad looks at the broken body of the Sandman. Chad can be heard saying, "Now THAT'S extreme" as Genocide and Chad exit as we fade out.
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We fade in to see Chad Michaels, blood still pouring from the cane shot he recieved a while back. Chad nods to Genocide before Genocide walks off, leaving Chad. He staggers over to the nearest table and grabs some water, pouring it down his mouth before letting it go all over his face. Chad breathes slowly as he fully stands straight, when......
Sum: Hi, I'm Sum Guy, and Roxxie Leveau is my voodoo queen. Here with me now is the man that just took it to the extreme in his match earlier, Chad Michaels. Chad, what do you have to say about the hell you just went through?
Chad: Extreme. I showed The Sandman that I have what it takes to go above and beyond, bashing his skull in with his own weapon. And after I got the pin, the cheers I heard..... it was phenomenal.
Sum: I see. Well, what do you have to say about MiniPax?
Chad: Just a bunch of.........
Sum: Of?
But Chad doesn't hear him. For as he was about to say something, Synthy Eris walked right past him, Pepsi in her hand. Chad just stares at her as Sum grabs a water bottle.
Sum: Sorry man.
Sum takes the cap off and throws the water full into Chad's face, causing him to wake up.
Chad: Whoa, what happened?
Sum: Synthy walked by and you -stared- at her.
Chad: Damn, I thought I got over that. So what should I do, Sum?
Sum: Why are you asking me? I barely got laid yesterday!
Chad: So the whole time I knew you, you were a virgin?
Sum: Yeah.
Chad just stares at him with the O.o look before saking his head.
Chad: You know what? Screw it. I'll just go talk to her.
Sum: Go for it. And can we not mention the whole "virgin" thing?
Chad: No problem.
Sum: Thanks. Good luck.
Chad finishes what's left of his water bottle and walks straight up to Synthy. You can tell he's alittle nervous, but he manages to go on.
Chad: Hi. You're Synthy, right?
Synthy strolls on a for a split second, before realizing her name was called. She pauses, and turns around halfway.
Syn:..Uhn? Oh...waitasecond. Don't I know you from somewhere?
Chad's eyes grow big out of joy.
Syn:..Er, sorry. I thought you were someone else.. What was your name?
Chad's posture immediately changes, blood dripping down his face and looks for all the world a lost puppy dog.
Chad: ..Chad..Michaels..
Syn: I may..I think I've heard of you before. But where have I?
Chad goes to respond, but before he says anything HIM's 'Passion's Killing Floor rings from Synthy's pocket. It's her cell phone. She holds up a finger and clicks it open.
Syn: Er? What? Oh ...uh-huh..one second. Listen Shad, pleased to meet you, but I have to take this call privately. Excuse me...
With a nod to Chad, Syn walks away from him, her voice echoing down the hallway as she discusses non-flammable couches to somebody. Chad just stares at he ground as Sum Guy comes up to him.
Sum: So....... how'd it go?
Chad: Just shut up Sum.
Chad walks away with his head hanging as Sum just stands there.
Sum: What did I say?
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Post by The Lach is very tired on Aug 3, 2007 1:32:24 GMT -5
Voice Over: New from EWTshopzone.com The complete Spaz collection! This 6 DVD set features interviews, promos, behind the scenes footage, Spaz's "Before They Were EWT Stars" episode & of course all the in ring highlights of Spaz's glittering EWT career. Tha matches included are:
* Spaz's EWT Debut v Tank Abbott * Spaz's PPV Debut v Botchberg C-A-M I * Spaz v psychoapeguy - the infamous eye incident * Ultimate OX Match David Davies v HM Myles v Spaz v Amazing Red * Davies v Spaz - OX Division Title Match * Spaz v Chris Benoit I * Spaz v Tommy Dreamer - Falls Count Anywhere * The OX Gauntlet I * Spaz v Chris Benoit II * Spaz v The Mercenary - Chain Match * Jz v The Mercenary v Spaz No1. Contender's Match * DSR v Spaz EWT World Title Match * OX Battle Royal C-A-M II * All 5 matches of the Spaz v Eddie Omega OX Series including the Elevator to Hell Match * Spaz v Flex Magnificent Lord Mount Evans Rules * Spaz v Norman Smiley No DQ Match * The OX Gauntlet II * Spaz v Bolt Bacana * Spaz v Bolt Bacana Final Encounter Falls Count Anywhere * Spaz v Maelstrom * Spaz v Gasoline * Spaz v Limey EWT World Title Match * EWT World Title Outdoor Elimination Chamber Match Limey v Spyke v Spaz v Principal Pain v Virus v Eddie Omega * Old School Rules Match Generation Tech v The PTA * Spaz v Spyke Johannson EWT World Title * Spaz v Chris Benoit III * The TLC Rumble * Spaz v Chance Confidence EWT World Title * Spaz v Virus EWT World Title * Spaz v Gasoline EWT World Title C-A-M III * Spaz v Maelstrom 2/3 Retreivals Ladder Match EWT World Title * Maelstrom v Spaz Last Chance EWT Title Match * Ratings v Spaz C-A-M IV * Ratings v Spaz - Spaz's final EWT match
That's an incredible 38 matches! Over 18 hours of some of the best EWT action ever! Buy now & get a free limited edition Spaz & Spyke Generation Tech T-Shirt! Order now for the great price of $129.94!
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Post by brokenrose on Aug 3, 2007 2:45:59 GMT -5
*EWT-Exclusive! flashes across the screen.* *Synthy Eris is seen first, mostly due to her hair. Her face is hidden from the camera as she's staring after Juri Sadamoto. The latter has a smile on her voice, and it seems the two are in a clothing boutique.* Synthy:...... *She's holding a black t-shirt but her hands are trembling ever so slightly. Juri reaches down and picks up a T-Shirt, she looks at the Engrish word. Then smiles as she lifts it to show Synthy.* Juri: I love when they do stuff like this... "Keep on Carin' ". *The camera changes positions so that both of the women's face are in few, but Syn's hair strangles the viewers' vision of her face. A small grin is apparent. She shows the T-Shirt she lifted, up. It's an image of a cartooned Stevie Richards standing above am anime Kevin Thorn. The Caption says 'Stevie the Vampire Slayer'.* Synthy:..They work fast don't they?... Juri: That one is great! I imagine Lexi would like it. Synthy: Lexi. Oy. That kid has issues, but you're right. I guess she'd dig it as a souvenir... *She folds the shirt up and places it on her arm, before looking away from Juri, apparently slightly troubled.* Juri: Maybe you should get something for everyone. *She picks up a Rainbow T-shirt that has an Chibi Madison on it looking rather cute as she holds butcher knife.* You think she gets royalties for these? Synthy: *Turns back to Juri and a small laugh escapes.* I see that in the kitchen damn near everyday. You have no idea how odd it is to walk in there in the middle of the night for food and see her trying to chop ice cream with a knife.... Speaking of food....err....*A sigh flutters out* Can we go someplace in a minute? I have..some stuff I want to talk about... Juri: *beaming back at her* Well, if you want "foreign"... There's McDonald's and KFC. Synthy: *She looks at Juri from the corner of her face.* Yuh-huh..I'm actually in the mood for Ramen.....hey. Are there any of those ramen restaurants around here? They look so neat... Juri: Alright. Well, there's a shop around the corner. *Showing perhaps a glimpse at a what she was like at 18 as she flashes a huge smile at Synthy.* Let's GO! *Synthy pushes her hair from her face, revealing troubled eyes but an amused grin at Juri.* Synthy: Lemme pay for this....uh...I need Yen help. Juri: Take off two zeros. Then you have a basic idea of what it is, American. *With a 'Whatever' Synthy manages to pay for her items and exit the store with Juri. While Juri stares back in a bit of confusion.* Synthy: Eh... What a pain in the ass. Juri: Oh, you'll get used it. Synthy: Yeah...riight. Juri: Or I could to buy everything from now on. Synthy: That'd work better. *She scratches her head and looks back at the ground.* Juri: Well... Let's go then! I'll lead the way! *She walks with more a spring in her step as she leads Synthy ahead. She turns every once and while to see that her good friend is still there. The last time she does so, she catches Synthy's downed look. Juri quickly snaps forward and looks her spring. As they reach the place, Juri's genuine smile is gone... Replaced by her usual fake one.* Juri: Well, we're here. Synthy: *Looks at the place*..It's pretty. Juri: You wanna order at the counter? Synthy: Whatever works best. Synthy: Oh. Wait! Juri-*She stops Juri before she can do anything.* ..I'd actually prefer a booth. Seems more private. Juri: We could do that too.. I guess. *Synthy nudges Juri before grabbing her wrist and slowly leading the way to a booth in the back. It's somewhat hidden from the view of other customers. Syn sits down in one side and leans back, her eyes closed.* Juri: *sigh* You hate it here, don't you? Synthy: *She opens her eyes and looks at Juri quickly.* Hell no. It's so ..beautiful here. It's a very cool environment, 'Ri. I just have some..trouble going on in my head. Juri: ...I'm hungry too. *weak smile* Synthy: *She shakes her head and smiles.* ...Juri. ... Juri: Maybe if we say we are famous wrestlers, we'll get it faster... Synthy: F*** it. Juri. I was trying to sleep last night and a certain someone's stupid, conniving face kept infiltrating my head. Juri: Jobby scares me too. Synthy: *She actually bursts out laughing at that.* No...Jobby, I think, is someone I could name as an ally (AKA: Friend to most people). I meant the one..Who-Must-Not-Be-Named...and I'm not speaking in Harry Potter terms here. Juri: The jerk face that left me here? ....alone. Synthy: *Gives Juri a sympathetic glance before shaking her head.* Not that downtrodden loser. Here's a clue: He's blond, rude, and ambitious to get you in bed. Juri: *redirecting the subject* You sure you're not talking about him? Synthy: *She takes the sunglasses off from the top of her head and laces them carefully on the windowsill.* Juri, don't change the subject on me. I'm totally going f***ing insane over what he said the other night. The insults directed toward me, I could not give a f*** less about. But...geez. The other things.. Juri: Maybe that's our food now..... Nope, guess not. Synthy: Juri. 'Broken Rose'. Sadamoto. Juri: I also answer to Juri Jane. Mom. Synthy: As much as I'd love to call attention the 'Jane' part of that, I'm not. ..You're older then me anyway! But listen, the nastiness he said about our match makes me want to wring his guts and hang them on a hanger to dry. The selfish bastard..did you even realize he talked about our match? As if it's going to be his personal plaything?! Juri: *shrugging it off more* Synthia Eris Smith you watch your mouth or I'll have to turn this car around. Synthy: Damnit Juri. He said..agh. He said I..that..I wasn't a good enough friend for you.....I..I'm starting to wonder.. Juri: SHUT THE F*** UP! Synthy:.... Juri: Dammit, Synthy! Don't you get it!? Don't you get what he's trying to do!? Exactly what you are doing now! He wants to hurt you. That's what he always has wanted to do. And he wants to bed me. So what if he tosses his weight around and gets his way? Nothing he can do can take our match at Old School NOR our friendship away! AND DON'T EVER SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THE QUALITY OF FRIEND YOU ARE TO ME! Synthy:..Juri. *She rubs her forehead and slams her fist on the table.* This is why I hate getting close to people! I get so damn confused. I don't know if I'm a good friend or not. People calling it into question just makes me question it further. *Juri glares at Synthy before slapping her, hard, across the face.* Juri: Don't. Synthy:....*She gets that.. did that just happen?? Look on her face again, before smiling.* I knew there was a reason I dig you. *Juri's glare disappears into a smirk.* Juri: Now, will you sit back and have fun, for once? Synthy: ...I'll try. *But she fluffs her hair away from her face and shoots a smile at Juri. Not a faux one, but an actual..happy...one.* Ah...but I really should try to seal the deal, huh? Juri: You mean a deal to not only agree to have fun but to also pledge have the best match on the card as well? Synthy: Hah. Wouldn't be me if I didn't mean that. Juri: Then I know the perfect way for you to seal the deal... *She offers her cheek.* Synthy: ..That..is a very nice touch. *She smirks before waiting a nanosecond..swings her hand back...and BAM! Juri has a nice mirror image to Synthy's own print mark.* Juri: Now... How do you feel? Synthy: Bitchin'. Since we are being honest... I have to admit something. Juri: *Looking serious as she listens on.* I'm listening, Syn. Synthy: At Crap-A-Mania, I held back. This time I can't do that, you understand right? Juri: *Snorts* Yeah right. I seem you remember that you were busted open. Synthy: ...I did that to make you feel better. Juri: Oh really? Synthy: Yes. Juri: Well, then... Why don't we have another pact... Synthy: Go on. Juri: Let's put everything into this match. And if a little blood is shed... Well, that will just bring some color into it. Synthy: *Smirking back.* I like the way you think, Chickadee. *Fade out as their food comes. The expression on both of their faces are clear. Their worlds may not be so heavenly, but at least they can take comfort in each other.*
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Post by liontamer12 on Aug 3, 2007 4:16:59 GMT -5
We open to JR and King at ringside.
JR: Well ladies and gentlemen, we all hope that things go better for Axel here in the EWT.
King: Speak for yourself JR!
JR: Despite what has happened earlier tonight, we have to focus on the next match. The tag team debut of Andy "The Eagle" Davidson and John "The Lion" Valentine, "The Guardinals."
King: I don't think they're going to make it JR, they're facing The Hardy Boyz!
JR: This is true King. The Hardy Boyz do have the advantage of experience over The Guardinals.
The Hardy Boyz' music hits as Matt and Jeff bust through the curtain. Matt spins around and throws his signature V1 hand sign up in the air to a loud and positive reaction from the crowd. Jeff bangs his head to the beat of the music and soon loud pyrotechnics blast from the stage causing an eruption from the fans.
Howard Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! On their way to the ring, from Cameron, North Carolina, at a combined weight of 454 pounds...THE HARDY BOYZ!
The Hardy Boyz burst with energy and sprint to the ring. They both slide into the ring in unison and continue to grab reactions from the crowd.
JR: King, these men are here on business!
King: They're going to win. No doubt in my mind, JR.
"Land of Confusion" by Disturbed blasts from the speakers causing the crowd to look to the stage to see who will emerge from this unfamiliar tune. Andy "The Eagle" Davidson and John "The Lion" Valentine strut from the curtain as the crowd gives a small but audible pop.
Howard Finkel: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 415 pounds, the team of Andy "The Eagle" Davidson and John "The Lion" Valentine...THE GUARDINALS!
The crowd cheers a little louder as Valentine pulls his fist to his cheek and Davidson raises his snooker cue high into the air. They start down the ramp, slapping hands with the few fans that reach out from the barricade. Valentine follows Davidson up the steps and they enter the ring at the same time.
JR: These young Guardinals seem to be steaming with confidence.
King: I hope it gets to their heads JR!
Matt walks to his respected corner and waits outside the ring on the apron. Valentine and Davidson throw out their fists and point to the crowd with the opposite arm. Very loudly they scream, "ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS!" Davidson throws a rock and Valentine throws scissors. The crowd gives an audible chuckle as Valentine shuffles to the apron. Davidson breaks his jumping celebration of winning the challenge and focuses on Jeff Hardy. Referee Tim White calls for the bell.
DING, DING, DING!
JR: Well folks, we are officially underway here in this match-up. Jeff Hardy and Andy Davidson are the legal men to start off this competition.
Davidson charges Jeff right from the final bell toll with a fury. unfortunately, he is caught with a viscous kick to the gut! Jeff front headlocks Davidson and throws up his hand screaming. The crowd erupts.
JR: He's going for the quick win!
King: I knew The Hardy Boyz were the best!
Just as Jeff spins around to execute the Twist of Fate, Davidson pushes him forward causing Jeff to crash right on his eXtreme Butt. Davidson bounces off of the nearest rope toward Jeff. Jeff rolls to the center of the ring and Davidson skips over him, bouncing off of the opposite rope. On the rebound, Jeff gets up and jump splits over the passing Davidson. Davidson bounces again, on this return, he tries to deliver a heavy clothesline to the nimble Jeff Hardy. Hardy ducks and drop-toe-holds Davidson's face to the mat.
JR: Just look at the athleticism of Jeff Hardy! Davidson's going to have to think quick to best this veteran.
Andy rolls to his back in pain, holding his face. Jeff gets up and picks up both of Davidson's legs and drops his legs right in the lower torso of The Eagle. The crowd pops at the signature move and Jeff goes for the pin.
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Davidson powers out of the pin and rushes to the ropes for assistance to get up. Jeff returns to his feet as well and they soon meet in the center of the ring. They circle each other a bit and then tie up, struggling for control.
JR: Quick power out by Davidson. It's going to take a lot more than that to take him down.
From the tie-up, Jeff side headlocks Davidson. Davidson grunts as Jeff applies pressure. As he struggles, Andy wraps his arms around the waist of Jeff Hardy. He lifts with all his might and belly to back suplexes Jeff onto his neck! Jeff breaks the hold and both men lie motionless on the floor. Referee Tim White checks both men from his distance and begins the count.
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Both men begin to stir, crawling to their respected corners. Both Matt and John are shaking in anticipation, reaching for the tag. The crowd grows ever stronger in volume as the two legal men reach for their partners.
JR: John and Matt are ready to get into this match!
King: Tear him apart, Matt!
Both Davidson and Jeff make the tags simultaneously and John and Matt clash in the center of the ring trading blow after blow. The crow is hysterical at the explosion of energy from Matt and The Lion. Finally, John exhibits some fatigue and Matt is able to capitalize delivering more than one blow a turn. Soon, Valentine will be Irish whipped by Matt and given a devastating Side Effect! Matt rushes for the pin.
1!
JR: This is it! It's gonna' be over!
2!
Valentine kicks out, much to the surprise of Matt and the crowd.
JR: My god! He kicked out!
King: That was a fluke, JR! And you know it!
Matt picks up Valentine and vertical suplexes him within jumping distance of the nearest turnbuckle. Matt climbs up the turnbuckle to the middle rope and taunts with his signature hand signs and leaps into the air, landing on Valentine with a hard leg drop! He remains on John for the pin.
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Valentine kicks out yet again. Matt shakes his head in disbelief and begins to pick up Valentine in anger. As he is being picked up, he instinctively and extremely quickly grabs around Matt's waist. Matt flashes a very surprised and frightened look on his face as Valentine belly to belly overhead suplexes Matt to the center of the ring! The crowd "ooh's" and "aah's" at the awesome display of technique from Valentine as they both lay motionless on the floor.
JR: My god! What a suplex!
Referee Tim White begins the ten-count.
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Davidson and Jeff share the same enthusiasm to get a tag from their partners as their partners just did moments ago. Both John and Matt get the tag and Andy and Jeff explode into the Ring. Davidson clotheslines Jeff, knocking him to the ground. In the same way, he clotheslines Matt as he returns to his feet and charges. Valentine regains his footing and they both stand in the ring looking at the fallen Hardy Boyz. Matt and Jeff stand up and both rush The Guardinals. In unison, John performs the Liontamer on Jeff and Davidson delivers a devastating Eagle's Landing to Matt! The crowd explodes in enjoyment at the entertaining maneuvers. John and Andy look at each other in amazement and humbly smile. Both Hardyz lay motionless in the ring with deathly looks on their unconscious faces. Davidson and Valentine pick up Jeff and together they deliver The Amazon Strike (The Au Revoir)! the crowd explodes yet again at the move and Davidson and Valentine both go for the cover (Valentine on the ground, Davidson with the cocky pin).
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Referee Tim White calls for the bell.
DING, DING, DING!
JR: MY GOD! THEY DID IT! I was so damned speechless during those last few moments I'm just....beside myself King!
King: I told you The Guardinals would win, JR.
Referee Tim White raises the arms of The Guardinals whose faces are filled with joy and surprise at their victory. The crowd cheers loudly for the team as they are presented by Tim White as the winners. Andy leans to John's ear and says over the roar of the crowd, "We got sumfin' here, mate." Valentine nods and they both raise their arms in the air once more.
JR: There it is folks! A great way to debut a new EWT tag team. Stay tuned kids! Our main event tonight is going to be a good one! The Cidal Squad will face Joe One, Chris Indigo, Dave Davies, & Mike Corral!
The camera fades out on the image of the elated Guardinals with their victorious arms raised in the air.
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Post by raftshack on Aug 3, 2007 11:41:46 GMT -5
We cut back from commercial, as America's Most Wanted theme pumps out of the Toomitron, Chris Harris, James Storm, and Gail Kim all making their way out to the ring, the crowd booing the team, who is of course in heel mode.
Announcer: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, respectively from Fort Wright, Kentucky and Leiper's Fork, Tennessee, accompanied to the ring by Gail Kim, at a combined weight of 465 pounds, "Cowboy" James Storm and "Wildcat" Chris Harris, America's Most Wanted!
AMW give the crowd's reaction no heed as they quickly climb into the ring, preparing themselves for their opponents. They don't have to wait long, as Apache starts up, the lights slightly flickering, as a puny puff of purple smoke shoots up, Zeleke and Faboon running out from the back soon after. The crowd cheers these two zany creatures, are they start dancing wildly down towards the ring.
Announcer: And their opponents, from Foreign Alien Island, at a combined weight of 399 pounds, Zeleke and Faboon... Team Raft Shack!
Zeleke hops onto the barricade and moonwalks across it, as Faboon hops on the other side, crab walking along it himself. AMW just kind of stare, as do most of these guys opponents, the two men hopping off, quickly sliding into the ring. The announcer exits as the bell sounds, this match already getting underway. Chris Harris and Faboon decide to start off, as Faboon makes a rather taunting finger motion, Harris quickly charging, as the white haired young man leaps over him easily, catching him as he comes back with a drop toe hold! He quickly grabs a leg and stomps at a few times, Chris Harris quickly kicking him off. Faboon simply waits for him to rise back, strutting over and hitting a dropkick to that same leg, Harris dropping to one knee! Zeleke grabs the leg again, holding it down and delivering a few stomps across it, before pulling Harris over to his corner of the ring, tagging in Zeleke. Zeleke springs onto the top rope, leaping down with a double foot stomp across the same area! Harris gasps in pain a bit, as he gets back to his feet, Zeleke looking at Faboon and grinning, then swinging around, hitting a series of kicks to the leg, Harris gasping, stumbling forward to tag out. Zeleke however charges after him, leapfrogging Harris, then dropping down and clinching on a leg lace to the leg! Harris looks on in surprise, as Storm charges into the ring, aiming a kick, but the wily Zeleke rolls out of the way, Storm instead Harris's leg out of his leg! He goes down, clutching the area further as Zeleke sways back and forth, looking on in awe. He skips over to Faboon, tagging him back in. Faboon pats his pink haired ally on the head, then smacks him in the face, before charging, hitting Storm with a dropkick to the face as he rises up, sending him stumbling over the top rope to the outside! Harris uses the nearby rope to get back to a vertical base, only for Faboon to sneak behind him, delivering a kick right to the era, taking the Wildcat back down.
He pulls him back over by the leg to Zeleke, tagging him in, then the two grabbing separate legs, giving Harris the wishbone split! He grasps further at his limb, as Zeleke helps him back to his feet, dropping him with a drop toe hold of his own, as Faboon takes a page out of Ultimo Chocula's book, springing off the top rope, into a modified Earth Clutch, then immediately putting the "Did It for Insurance!" as Harris yelps in pain. Storm returns to the ring apron, Zeleke however charging full speed, hopping over the top rope and hitting a Blockbuster, landing on his feet on the outside, Storm back down and out. He slips back inside, as Faboon continues to apply his submission, while Zeleke struts over, springing to the top rope, as Faboon rolls off, pulling Harris over, then lifting up that same leg they had already been working on, Zeleke grabbing it, then leaping off and hitting a jumping knee smash! Harris yelps in pain, rolling over and clutching the area desperately. Both men then grab a leg, applying a two man ankle lock, for a new move they call the Chinese Taxi! Harris's eyes go wide, as he almost immediately taps out!
And Raft Shack just defeated a team with barely a scratch! WHAT?!
Announcer: Here are your winners.... Team Raft Shack!
Raft Shack quickly let go of Harris, who instantly rolls out of the ring, Gail Kim running over to check on him. James Storms meanwhile gets back up, shrugs, and leaves his former partner high and dry. Raft Shack meanwhile snatches the announcer's microphone.
Zeleke: Hee hee hee! Big and Bad... you are quite unrad!
Faboon: Yes, for you shall see, I am quite preparered to shove you boulders down beneath the drink! Your moments of glory and victory shall be very numbered! My fellow here and I... mostly I, have been in the researchive state as of late! QUITE GLORIOUS IS IT NOT?! You imps did not realize... that while my logic baffles near every being that I know... I AM QUITE STRATEGIZED WHEN I MUST BE!
Zeleke: And.... I ASSIST MOSTLY!
Faboon: Yes utter foolishen one... together, at the School of Goldified Oldsters, we all come in contact for a numerous time. Yes... WE GET TO FACE OFF AND PACE OFF! Last time, we were quite unprepared for your distinctest girthing... but how and now, we tell you brown cows, at the Ancienten Educating Land... YOU WILL SAY OW!
Zeleke: We will shame you with the delight of faucet in your trousers!
Faboon: Indeed.... when we meet, you neons will embark on a trip... upon the Chinese Taxi! OFF WE BE!
In another pathetic puff of smoke, Zeleke and Faboon run completely visible, to the crowd's cheers, as we fade to commercial.
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Post by Mella Drom Attoc on Aug 3, 2007 14:44:09 GMT -5
*EWT camera pans backstage where everyone's favorite Diva of Melodrama is smiling. She's not paying any attention to the camera, as it seems that it's in a place not noticeable. She flicks her hair back into place, and has her hands crossed in front of her. Soon enough her opponent for the evening shows up and stands in front of Mella . Trish Stratus has her smirk on her face, and the two have a lingering glance with each other- before Mella smiles and gives a hug to Trish.
Mella: Oh, Trishy I'm so glad you're here. I wanted to ask you something!
Trish: And what would that be? You know, my schedule is rather hefty at the moment. *Trish inspects her nails before pursing her lips and looking at Mella.*
Mella: Of course, Trishy! That's why I have a proposition to make!
Trish: Color me interested. What would that be, exactly?
Mella: Wellll.... Since I know just how very busy you are with your *Ahem* acting schedule, and since your pretty face can't afford to be bruised in anyway, how would you like to avoid tonight's match up? I can get you a part in my highly-rated daytime drama, 'Evil Twins and Comas'...
Trish: *She leans in really close to Mella and the audience is rather aware of how similar the two are in body shape... they cheer, expecting Trish to do what she does, and insult Mella.*
Trish: Of course. I'm an avid fan of your show, Melly! I always knew you'd make it big. See your silly little self later!
Mella: Of course! I'll call you, Blondie!
*Camera goes to a dumfounded glance at the audience before heading on to a commercial*
"If I were a rich girl!" Cue the pink lighting and the audience's last nerve slowly deteriorating. Mella walks out, dressed in her pink nightie and her cape thrown over her shoulders. She's strutting and once she's in the ring, makes an irritated motion for 'her' mic.
"Darlings! Hi again! I'd just like to tell you all that, unfortunately, you are NOT going to be able to see my greatness personified in this ring tonight. You see, backstage I came across my opponent, Trish Stratus- and totally thrashed her! I was fed up with that cocky, arrogant grin that she –always- has to have, and like, kicked her plastic butt back to er..Canada! So sorry, my fans, but maybe next week, yes? Ahahah. Love you all!"
*Mella blows kisses to the audience before tossing her mic haphazardly behind her and strutting her way like a chicken out of the ring, and up the ramp.*
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Post by TJT on Aug 3, 2007 15:09:13 GMT -5
*The camera cuts to a white table, at least 30 feet long, and covered with a red, white and blue tablecloth. Behind is a makeshift wall, and behind the table is a row of seats, each filled with a different competitor. Nearby, a man with a microphone is standing at a podium, and around this scene is a rather large crowd. The camera focuses on a more fashionably dressed trio.*
Jupiter: Gah, I can’t believe for the life of me what motivated him to enter this ridiculous competition!
Terina: I just hope he wins this. I don’t care if he entered, as long as he wins and doesn’t make himself look like an idiot.
Jupiter: Well, you know how he is with food on a good day.
Terina: It better be a “good day!”
Jupiter: One can only hope, Teri. One can only—
Jack: Quiet, it’s about to start!
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, it’s that time again! The annual State Fair Summer Eating Competition!
*applause*
Announcer: Featuring the lineup of ten competitors!
*reading off the list*
*The camera focuses on a skinny, pale, blonde guy with dreadlocks and khaki shorts*
Jim Ullen!
*The camera focuses on a green shirted, green panted woman with extremely messy brown hair*
Alli Janson!
*The camera focuses on a grizzled old man with a checkered shirt and brown pants, and coke bottle glasses*
Walter Mantel!
*The camera focuses on a chubby, tan, Hispanic man with a chili stained tank top and blue jeans*
Pietro Vasquez!
*The camera focuses on a chubby, tan, Hispanic man with a chili stained tank top and blue jeans*
Pedro Vasquez!
*The camera focuses on a chubby, tan, Hispanic man with a chili stained tank top and blue jeans*
Paco Vasquez!
*The camera focuses on a skinny Japanese man with a headband tied around his forehead and no shirt, but blue pants*
Hakeshi………SAAAAAAKUUUUUUUUUUUURAAAAAAMAAAAAAAAA!
Hakeshi: AAAAAAAAAAGH!
*some fans boo, and the camera focuses to none other than Jimmy Thunder, his hair tied back, and his usual fine clothes on, and big sunglasses over his eyes*
Announcer: EWT Superstar, Jimmy Thunder!
*some fans boo, some cheer, and a number of women can be heard screaming out of joy of seeing him*
Terina: I bet some of them would trade it all away to be me for a day, just to be near him…
*A woman leans over to her*
Woman: Yes.
Jupiter: Heheheh.
Jack: But to be fair, Terina, I’d trade it all away just to be near YOU all day.
Terina: You almost are, and so are Jim and Jason.
Jack: Not like that, I mean—
Terina: What DO you mean?
Jack: Um……..uh………..heheh…….er……….wit……..uh….
*The camera focuses on a chunky, pale redhead with thick glasses, a black tanktop, and black jeans.*
Announcer: “The Angry Dog” Bill MacKreegan!
*The camera then focuses on a somewhat frightened looking, bald African American with massive girth, no shirt on, black pants, and dark brown skin. His eyes are almost completely bugged out, and he seems as if he’s going to say something.*
And last…but not least….”The Black Hole”….MOOSE JACKSON!
*A number of people in the crowd begin to applaud*
Now…without further ado…BRING ON THE CHEESEBURGERS! Courtesy of Ricky’s Charcoal Grill!
*The fans cheer, and a group of people begin to swarm about the table, placing plates covered in mountains of cheeseburgers on it. All the participants begin eating, using various techniques.*
And just look at them go!
*Before he can even finish his first cheeseburger, Jim Ullen winces and drops the half-eaten burger, before stumbling away.*
Jim Ullen is….OUT!
*A few minutes later, the woman gets up and runs off*
Alli: GARGOYLES!
*her voice trails off as she disappears*
Announcer: After 3 cheeseburgers…Alli Janson is OUT!
*about twenty minutes later, Pietro keels over. He is followed seconds later by Pedro, and Pedro is followed seconds later by Paco.*
After 13 cheeseburgers each…ALL THREE VASQUEZ BROTHERS…ARE OUT!
Walter: *looks at watch* Oh man, Golden Girls are on! Consarnit!
*He gets up and races away*
Announcer: After 15 cheeseburgers…Walter Mantel is out!
*fifteen minutes later, all the competitors are still eating*
Jupiter: COME ON, JIM! EAT THEM CHEESEBURGERS! EAT ‘EM UP!
Terina: DON’T PUKE!
*Jim looks at them, and polishes off another cheeseburger*
*Hakeshi devours a less cooked cheeseburger, and realizing the condition, regurgitates it back up to avoid poisoning*
Announcer: Ooooh, too bad! Regurgitation is an automatic…disqualification! After 35 cheeseburgers, Hakeshi is OUT!
*Hakeshi begins to curse under his breath, slinking off.*
MacKreegan: HAHA! The weak fall fast…uhhhhhhhhhhh…
*MacKreegan tips over, hitting the ground unconscious*
Announcer: “The Angry Dog” Bill MacKreegan….after 41 cheeseburgers….is OUT!
*A pair of people work together to drag the conked out man away from the table*
It’s down to Jimmy Thunder…and Moose Jackson! 42 cheeseburgers, and 44, respectively!
Terina: COME ON, JIM!
Jupiter: DON’T FAIL THIS AND LOOK LIKE AN IMBECILE!
*Jim nods and eats a cheeseburger. He gives a ferocious stare to Moose, who looks back in absolute fear, slowly eating a cheeseburger at the same time*
Announcer: What a match-up, folks!
*Jim starts to slow down minutes later*
Terina: Don’t fail us, Jimmy!
Jupiter: WIN THIS, WIN THIS!
Jack: IF YOU DO, I HAVE A BUCKET OF SAUERKRAUT AND A WHEELBARROW OF COLE SLAW WAITING FOR YOU!
*Jim realizes what he just heard, and groaning for a second, loses the cheeseburger currently in his mouth and shakes his head*
Jupiter: *blatant sarcasm* Way to go, Jacky boy!
Jack: *smiles weakly* Uh…sure.
Terina: Ugh…*rolls eyes*
Announcer: After 44 cheeseburgers, Jimmy Thunder….IS OUT! HERE IS YOUR WINNER, WITH 47 CHEESEBURGERS…..”THE BLACK HOLE”….MOOSE JACKSON!
*The crowd begins to cheer*
Announcer: Now let’s take a look at the wagers made by the competitors, that Moose shall receive!
Jim Ullen-Ten Pearl Jam CD’s!
Alli Janson-A silver plate!
Walter Mantel-A “Murder, She Wrote” book!
Pietro Vasquez-A Burger King #2 combo, hold the mayonaise.
Pedro Vasquez- A Burger King #2 combo, hold the mayonaise.
Paco Vasquez- A Burger King #2 combo, hold the mayonaise.
Hakeshi Sakurama-Some used-up hentai!
Bill MacKreegan-Two-hundred fifty dollars!
Jimmy Thunder-An.....EWT CONTRACT!?
*Moose looks confused for a minute, and then notices what the last prize is, exactly*
Moose: …That is great! My momma’s gonna be so proud of me, I just gotta tell her! Now I can pay for her knee replacement surgery!
*Moose grabs the #2 combos, and his other gear, eating the food as he tosses the other prizes to the audience like a flower girl—except for the EWT contract, which he keeps for himself. Jim walks over to his friends, who are waiting in the Jaguar.*
Jim: I need a ride back……uhhhhh….
Terina: You bet an EWT contract?!
Jupiter: I cannot believe it. An EWT contract, going to a fat lardo because he won an eating competition. Our federation is doomed.
*The car drives away*
Thunder: I suppose…..I can beat some sense into him once he joins in…
Terina: A little….hazing….
*The four can be heard laughing sinisterly, as they drive straight into a traffic jam*
Jupiter: …DAMMIT!
*As chattering can be heard among the honking of horns, the camera fades out*
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Post by teamireland on Aug 3, 2007 19:35:55 GMT -5
* "GET RAW WITH THE FEVER ON THE DANCE FLOOR!" The crowd comes alive for the entrance of Boogie Knights 3000.* Nick Russ: Well, Jerome, I'm sure that you've heard the rumors that this may be BK3K's last match in EWT. Jerome "The Lord" East: Of course I've heard Nick. But if I know Maxx Awesome & Erik Majors like I think I do, they're not going to be shy & retiring types. They'll go all out in this match & give fans a reason to remember BK3K! Toni "The Garc" Garcya: The following tag-team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, at a combined weight of 469lbs, the team of "The Majah Playah" Erik Majors & "The Original Thriller" Maxx Awesome, BOOGIE KNIGHTS THREEEEEE THOOOOOOOOUUUUSAAAAAAAANNNND!!! *Maxx & Erik strut their way out on to the stage & make their way on down to the ring. In the ring, Maxx removes his hooded vest & tosses it out to the crowd as he scales the turn buckles. Then Erik removes his Bulletproof vest & flexes HBK style in mid-ring. Maxx stands behind him with one arm raised in the air.* *The menacing opening tones of "I'm Shipping Up to Boston" start playing as the crowd awaits the arrival of the next team. At the upbeat of the song Coach O'Hare makes his way out, waving the Tricolour like a madman. He's closely followed by Aidan Donnelly & Sean McCann who look like they're in a mood to fight. * Garcya: And their opponents, proudly representing their home country of Ireland, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, weighing in at a total combined weight of 396lbs, "The Don Juan of Donegal" Sean McCann & Captain Aidan Donnelly... TEAM IRELAND!*At that, Team Ireland's green, white & gold pyro explodes! the trio of Irishmen seem even more revved up than before. Aidan & Sean slide into the ring & begin posing at opposite ringposts as O'Hare stands mid-ring still waving that Tricolour.* Russ: Interesting match-up here, Jerome. These two teams have NEVER faced eachother before! Infact, BK3K were on a sabbatical during Team Ireland's EWT World Tag-Team title reign. East: Team Ireland had the longest EWT World Tag-Team title reign in history & Boogie Knights 3000 missed out on the opportunity to get a shot then? They must be idiots! DING-DING! *Sean & Erik start the match as Maxx & Aidan retire to their respective corners. Sean offers to go for a test of strength. Erik cocks an eyebrow at the notion. Sean insists. Erik shrugs & locks hands with Sean. Erik quickly & handily overpowers Sean; forcing the Irishman down to his knees. As Sean kneels in the ring, Erik casts a cocky grin in Maxx's direction. Maxx smiles & gives Erik a thumb's up. Erik turns back to Sean only to be caught by a Shining Wizard from Aidan who uses the kneeling Sean as a stepping stone. Erik's grasp on Sean's hands is released. Sean shakes his hands to get the sensation back in them & tries to drag Erik back to his feet. Erik gives Sean a few digs in the mid-section & whips him of towards the ropes. Sean manages to stop himself by wrapping his arms around the top strand. Erik runs at Sean but is taken over the top by a hurricanrana. Sean celebrates in the ring as Erik pounds the floor outside. Erik reaches in grabs Sean by the leg & harshly drags him outside the ring. Erik roughly whips Sean towards the guard rail. Sean winces in pain. Erik throws Sean back in the ring & attempts a cover* 1... 2... KICKOUT! *Sean just manages to escape the pinfall. But Erik keeps a hold of him & whips him towards the BK3K corner. Erik makes a tag to Maxx who begins climbing the ropes. Erik kicks Sean in the gut & holds the doubled over Irishman in position. Maxx leaps from the top & hits Sean with a Missile Dropkick at the same time Erik performs a Russian Leg Sweep. As Sean sits spread eagled in mid-ring, Maxx runs the ropes & executes a Curt Hennig style Rolling Neck Snap. Sean nurses his head slightly & begins to sit up, only to be clobbered by a Shining Wizard from Maxx. Awesome goes for a cover...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! *Maxx drags Sean to his feet & tries swinging him around for "The MAXX Effect" , but Sean manages to turn the swing to his advantage & winds up behind Maxx. Sean then executes a Russian Leg Sweep on Maxx. He follows up with a quick Double Stomp before rolling to the Team Ireland corner & tagging in Aidan. Maxx gets to his feet & he dropkicks Aidan back to the ropes. Aidan responds by charging Maxx with a clothesline. Maxx ducks & aims to hit a "MAXX Factor" (Superkick) on Aidan. Aidan catches Maxx's foot & sends Maxx spinning. Aidan grabs Maxx for a Suplex, but Maxx blocks it & hits Donnelly with a DDT! The crowd cheers as Maxx goes for a cover on Donnelly...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! *Maxx is surprised that the Team Ireland Captain was able to kick out, he tries dragging Donnelly back to his feet, but Aidan fights back & takes Maxx over with a suplex. Aidan then kicks Maxx in the back. Maxx winces a little bit & reaches for his spine. Aidan aims for another kick, but Maxx rolls out of the way & towards his own corner. Sean, however, runs around the ring & grabs Erik's ankles, pulling the ex-Marine off the ring apron. Erik gives chase to Sean , following him around the ring. Maxx tries to reach up for a tag, but finds Erik missing. Sean dashes inside the ring & he & Aidan drag Maxx back to the centre of the ring seconds before Erik makes it back to his own corner!* Russ: Oh my! Maxx really needs to get out of there. Just look at what Team Ireland are doing! Turn around referee! *Erik tries getting into the ring, but the referee holds him back as Sean & Aidan double team on Maxx. Aidan holds Maxx in a wheelbarrow position & Sean leaps in with a Diamond Cutter, completing "Whiskey in the Jar". Coach O'Hare bellows at the ref from the opposite side of the ring & the official dashes over to make the count...* 1... 2... ERIK BREAKS IT UP! *The ref admonishes Erik & Majors angrily returns to his own corner. Aidan sets Maxx up in the ropes. With the ref's back still turned, O'Hare gets on the apron & begins choking Maxx with his Hurley. As he does so, Aidan doles out a few punches to Maxx's mid-section. O'Hare releases Maxx just before the ref sees anything incrimintaing. Maxx clutches at his throat & collapses to the ground in a heap.* Russ: This is getting farcical! How can Team Ireland continue to get away with all this cheating? East: Relax a little. This is called strategy. It's a little something O'Hare learned when he was coaching Gaelic & Hurling teams back in Ireland. He knows what his men should be doing & when. Don't criticize the man for being a genius! *Aidan drags Maxx's limp form to a corner & begins scaling the turnbuckles. Aidan climbs to the second rope & makes a "rolling" motion over his head with his hands. He hooks both of Maxx's arms & throws himself forward. But Maxx, surprisingly, is able to hold the Team Ireland Captain up. Aidan is hanging upside down behind Maxx. Maxx is using all his strength to hold Aidan in place. Maxx wanders out from the ropes a little & drops Donnelly with a modified Vertebreaker! The crowd gets to their feet & goes crazy!* Russ: And just like that, BK3K are back in the match again! What a turnaround! *Aidan is down, Maxx is down. Maxx tries to get an arm over Donnelly for the pin, but it's all in vain. He can barely manage to move his fingers, let alone his arm. Maxx continues struggling, he gets an arm off the mat & rolls over, placing it on Aidan's chest...* 1... 2... SHOULDER UP!!! *Erik pounds the top of the turnbuckle in frustration, Sean can be heard exhaling in relief. Maxx & Aidan both lie on the mat, Maxx is practically immobile. Aidan begins to stir a bit & crawls towards the Team Ireland corner, seconds later, Maxx begins what must seem like a lengthy trek towards his own corner. Aidan is managing to cover ground just a little quicker than Awesome is. Aidan manages to make the tag to Sean, Sean runs across the ring, but before he can stop him, Awesome tags in Majors. Erik, being well rested, flexes his pecs a wee bit.* Russ: Well, it seems that Team Ireland aren't so cocky with a fresh member of BK3K in the ring. East: Sean's just a little taken aback by how much bigger Majors is than him. But Sean's conquered some giants before. He can do this. *Sean runs back to his own corner to tag Aidan back in. But Erik grabs Sean by the hair. Erik lifts Sean up over his head & gives him the "Major Discharge". Sean rolls around on the ground in agony. Sean gets onto his hands & knees, Erik takes a few steps back & kicks Sean right in the ribs like he's punting a football. Sean goes flying a little & the crowd cheers their approval. Erik crouches in a three point stance, waiting for Sean to stand back up. When a slightly dazed Sean is on his feet again, Erik runs the ropes & clobbers "The Don Juan of Donegal" with a "Running Burning Lariat"! Erik goes right for the cover...* *... But there's no count! The referee is distracted by Coach O'Hare up on the apron. Erik looks around to see what's going on. He notices O'Hare getting in the ref's face & grabs the loudmouth by the head. Erik forcefully brings O'Hare into the ring & begins tapping his right arm to signal he's aiming for another lariat, this time on O'Hare.* East: NO! Not O'Hare! The poor Coach doesn't deserve this! Russ: The man was choking out Maxx Awesome with a Hurley a feww minutes ago. He's got this coming to him. *Aidan enters the ring & plants Erik with a Reverse DDT before he has the opportunity to do anything. O'Hare revives Sean & orders the dazed Donegal resident to assist Aidan. The ref tries getting O'Hare out of the ring as Sean & Aidan set Erik up for "Aer Lingus". The duo set Erik on the top rope & begin climbing up there themselves. With the ref still distracted, Maxx sneaks into the ring & low-blows both members of Team Ireland!* East: That's ILLEGAL! Those Boogie Knights should be disqualified right now! Russ: What about the half-dozen infractions of the rules by Team Ireland? *Aidan & Sean lose their footing & fall from the top as Maxx returns to his corner as hastily as he can. Sean & Aidan get back to their feet while Erik has had time to refresh himself. Both Irishmen turn to face him as Erik flies from the top with dual clotheslines for the two. Erik rolls on to his own corner & tags in Maxx. Erik then whips Sean to the ropes & catches him with a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker, holding him in position as Maxx follows up with a Scissor Kick across the throat, completing the "Beatbreaker". Maxx & Erik give eachother a "High 10" & butt chests together. Maxx brings Sean back to his feet as Erik is about to leave the ring. Maxx goes running at a dazed Sean & performs an "Ode to the Chosen One". Maxx goes for the cover on McCann...* 1... 2... AIDAN BREAKS IT UP! *Aidan grabs Maxx off Sean whips him towards the ropes & catches him with an overhead Belly to Belly Suplex on his return. Maxx goes sailing nearly the rest of the way across the ring. Aidan merely gives a smirk & gets back to his own corner arguing with the ref. Sean has had some time to recover. He runs to the side of the ring opposite from Maxx & positions himself on the ring apron getting ready to springboard himself in. But as Sean does so, Erik quickly enters the ring himself & plants the flying Irishman with a spinning Spinebuster. Maxx revives as Erik points him towards a prone Sean in the middle of the ring. Maxx nods knowingly & stands at Sean's shoulders. Maxx removes the pad from his right elbow & flings it out to the crowd... he does the Disco Point dance... runs the ropes to his left... then to the right... just before he reaches Sean, he does the John Travolta strut from 'Saturday Night Fever'... * Russ:IT'S THE MOST AWESOME MOVE IN SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT! MAXX HITS THE MANERO ELBOW!!! COVER... 1... 2... AIDAN BREAKS IT UP!!! *The crowd can't believe it! Erik & Maxx can't believe it! Coach O'Hare & Aidan just laugh. Maxx grabs Aidan's hair before the sneaky Irishman can get too far! He spins Aidan around & this time sucessfully hits "The MAXX Effect". Maxx stands over Aidan revelling in his glory for a little bit but is grabbed by Sean. Sean aims an Enzuguiri at Maxx's head, but Maxx ducks the move Sean is then grabbed from behind by Erik Majors. Erik tries taking Sean over for the "Major Climax" (Osaka Street Cutter), but Sean manages to reverse it into a "Donegal Drop". In doing so, Sean manages to nail Maxx with a kick in the face.* East:Now that's great ring presence; taking down two birds with one stone! *He plants Erik & goes for a pin. But the ref reminds Sean that Majors is not the legal man! Sean rather exasperatedly puts his hands to his head & moves to pin Maxx instead...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! *Sean pounds the mat with his fists in utter frustration! He simply can't understand where BK3K are getting this energy from! He heads to the top aiming for a "Dublin Stomp", but a suddenly revived Erik stops Sean's ascent, grabbing him by the waist-band. Maxx gets up top & Erik holds Sean in place. Maxx & Erik hit the "1 Knight Stand"! Maxx tries for a pin!* 1... 2... AIDAN BREAKS IT UP! *Aidan collapses in top of Maxx, barely able to move himself! All four men are exhausted. Maxx is on his knees; a look of supreme frustration on his face. Aidan can barely move. Sean is similarly out of it. Erik leans back against a ring-post, barely standing. The only one with any energy left is Coach O'Hare. He runs to the side of the ring where the four combatants are. He tosses a water bottle into his proteges. Aidan pours a bit over his face & squirts some into Sean's mouth. Sean begins to stir Maxx goes to grab him again, but Sean spits water into Awesome's face.* Russ: Now, really! That's just foul! *Maxx wipes his eyes, but finds himself on the receiving end of a Super Kick from Aidan. Rather than go for the cover Aidan tells Sean to get in position for "The Electric Bread Slicer". Aidan sets the weary Maxx on his shoulders, stooping slightly. Sean runs past them grabbing a hold of Maxx's head as he does & scaling the turnbuckles.* Russ: This could be it. Nobody has ever kicked out of "The Electric Bread Slicer"! *Before they can complete the manoeuvre Erik steps in & catches Sean before he can send Maxx to the canvas. Erik holds Sean over his shoulder as Maxx hits Aidan with a reverse Hurricanrana! With Sean still struggling to get off Erik's shoulder, Maxx hits Sean with a "MAXXimyzer" (Diamond Cutter) while Erik performs an over the shoulder gutbuster! Maxx makes a cover...* 1... 2... *Where's the three? O'Hare just pulled the referee from the ring! The ref argues with the Coach 'til O'Hare clocks him one! Boogie Knights 3000 are aghast! The match should rightfully have been over some time ago. They look at eachother in utter disbelief; in that time, Aidan is able to hit Maxx with a chair while O'Hare whacks Erik over the head with his Hurley. Both Boogie Knights go down. O'Hare tries reviving Sean while Aidan goes out side to bring a table into the ring. O'Hare & Aidan set up the table as Sean works on getting Maxx up to the top for "Aer Lingus". As Sean gets Maxx up top, Aidan & O'Hare set Erik on the table. Aidan joins Sean on the top turnbuckle, but Maxx fights back! He shoves Aidan off the top in one direction, but grabs Sean for a Rock Bottom off the top rope & THROUGH THE TABLE!* Russ: UNBELIEVABLE! This match will surely be over when that referee gets back in there. *With Maxx & Sean lying in the wreckage of the table, Erik throws Aidan back with a Release German Suplex. He sets his sights on O'Hare next, but the Coach scarpers, reviving the referee as he does so. Erik clears the table splinters out of the ring & places Maxx on top of Sean. Aidan scoots back in the ring just after Erik leaves & puts Sean on top of Maxx. The ref re-enters & begins the count...* 1... 2... SHOULDER UP! Russ: No Way! Maxx Awesome cannot have the energy to compete! East: All four men are on the verge of collapse! They are purely running on fumes here, Nick! *Maxx just barely manages to escape! Everyone's shocked, none moreso than Maxx himself! Sean slowly creeps towards the Team Ireland corner & Maxx slowly crawls towards his own corner where Erik stands with his arm outstretched. Being that they were closer to the Team Ireland corner, Sean manages to tag Aidan first. Sean & Aidan drag Maxx back towards their corner as Erik tries to enter. The ref blocks Erik's path. Erik implores the referee to look behind him where Sean & Aidan are stomping away on Maxx. Erik finally gets outside the ring again & the ref turns back to see nothing more than Sean exiting the ring to recuperate. Aidan drags a barely there Maxx towards a corner, hooks Maxx's arms from behind & starts scaling the turnbuckles. Maxx goes for an absolute desperation move as he tries kicking Aidan in the head repeatedly. Maxx manages to extend his legs & cracks Aidan one right on the noggin. Aidan releases his grip & Maxx seizes the opportunity to strike. He grabs ahold of Aidan's head & hits the "Nightlife Highlight"! Maxx drags Aidan back from the ropes & makes the cover. Sean comes racing in, but Erik clobbers him with a "Leatherneck Lariat"! The ref counts...* 1... 2... 3!!! DING-DING-DING! * "GET RAW WITH THE FEVER ON THE DANCE FLOOR!"* Toni "The Garc" Garcya: Here are your winners... BOOGIE KNIGHTS THREEEEE THOOOOUUUSAAAND!!!! Russ: Boogie Knights 3000 have done it! They are victorious in their last EWT match! East: Even I have to give it Awesome & Majors on this occassion, Nick. They put on a hell of a match out there! *Maxx is on his knees in the ring nearly in tears. Erik enters the ring & the two men embrace. They wave to the fans & the referee raises their hands in victory.*
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Post by The Line on Aug 3, 2007 22:59:47 GMT -5
Taped: July 28th
“What Time Is It?”KENTA’s music blares over the loud speakers in a packed Budokan Hall. SUPER-NO VACANCY! KENTA and Naomichi Marifuji make their way to the ring. Once they enter, the music fades, along with the lights. Slowly, the arena fills with fog, and faint red lights turn on. The opening tones of “No Quarter” by Led Zeppelin play. As the main solo starts, The Cidal Squad of Duke, Doe, and King rise out of the stage, and the lights turn onto full wattage. They take their time getting to the ring. Bobby Cruise gets on the mic, as both teams stand in their opposite corners, while the Japanese press snap photos.Bobby Cruise: (clipboard in hand) In my hands, I have a title charter, straight from the desk of Toom E. Dangerously. It states: “Let it be known, that on the 28th day of July, in the year 2007 A.D., the Extreme Wrestlecrap Threaderation Tag Team Championships will be defended at the Budokan Hall, in Tokyo, Japan by the 18th EWT Tag Champions, Jonathan Doe and Andy Duke, The Cidal Squad, against Pro Wrestling NOAH’s KENTA and Naomichi Marifuji.” It is signed by Mr. Dangerously, and before this match, was signed by NOAH owner Mitsuharu Misawa, thus making it official. The crowd claps with respect, as the camera turns to the KENTA/Marifuji corner.Bobby Cruise: And now onto the introductions! In the corner to my left, the challengers, both hailing from Saitama, Japan, at a combined weight of 165 kilos, Marifuji, Naomichi and KENTA! The crowd claps as the camera focuses on the Cidal Squad corner.Bobby Cruise: And to my right, The champions. Being accompanied by Alexa King, at a combined weight of 209 kilos, The Extreme Wrestlecrap Threaderation Tag Team Champions Doe, Jonathan and Duke, Andy, The Cidal Squad! The referee holds the EWT Tag Team Titles high, as the crowd shows respect for the belts with claps. The bell rings, and this match is underway. It looks like we are starting off with Marifuji and Doe.Lenny Leonard: Hello! Welcome to another EWT International match! Dave Prazak: This match should be a doosy. It’ll also probably be the toughest defense yet. A lockup in the center of the ring. Marifuji gets a hammerlock. Doe reaches around and gets his arm around Marifuji’s head, but despite the headlock, Marifuji won’t release the hammerlock. Doe, in a desperation counter, falls back, landing on Marifuji. Both holds are broken. Doe tries to capitalize by locking Marifuji in a leg-lock, but is met with a KICK TO THE FACE! Marifuji quickly up, and starts unloading with a series of kicks to the legs of Doe. On about the 15th kick to the thigh, Doe is able to catch one of his kicks, and take him down with a STO judo takedown.
Doe, in a uncharacteristic move, climbs to the second rope, and hit’s a fist drop on Marifuji. Doe hoists him up, and pushes him into the Cidal Corner, and starts laying into him with a series of closed firsts. The official is not to happy about that, and he shows that, by actually physically getting in between the two. While the ref is reprimanding Doe, Duke synches in a rear-naked choke, and finshes it off with a neck breaker, bouncing Marifuji’s neck off the top rope as Duke jumps down to the floor.
Doe once again is in the drivers seat, as he picks Marifuji off the canvas, and lifts him up into a military press. After doing three “reps”, Doe drops Marifuji down to the mat, from well over 8 feet in the air. Doe tags in Duke.
Duke, rather than doing in for the preverbial kill on Marifuji, decides rather to pander to the crowd with many hellish gestures. After a few moments of this he finally decides to pay attention to his downed opponent. But once he gets within striking distance of Marifuji, he is rolled up!
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Marifuji gets a near fall. He quickly goes and tags out to KENTA. Prazak: Oh boy! Leonard: To quote Good Ole JR, “Business is about to pick-up!” Prazak: Indeed it is. Andy has said in interviews before that he is very impressed with KENTA, and actually tries to emulate his style and intensity, and lobbied hard to face him in this match. Well, looks like he’s getting his wish. The two move towards the center of the ring, and forgo the normal lock-up by exchanging kicks to each others legs and midsections. KENTA gets the advantage with a strategically placed kick to the back of the knee, sending Duke down to one knee, and follows it up with a VICIOUS kick to the face, echoing throughout this capacity crowd. Duke might be knocked out cold.
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The ref is able to restore order by getting Doe out of the ring, and it bought Duke a little time, as he is now up to feet, but is bleeding a little out of the nose. The two meet up again in the center of the ring, but this time Duke knows better than to exchange kicks with KENTA, and goes for a more traditional tie up. This time, Duke gets the advantage with a headlock. But KENTA counters by pushing Duke into the ropes. Duke ducks a clothesline, and bounces off the ropes again. He leapfrogs a back body drop attempt, and into the ropes again. He bounces back, but this time, on the offensive with a huge LARIAT! That just turned KENTA inside out. KENTA is knocked out, easily.
But Duke is not done. He paid for this trip out of his own pocket, and he’s going to make the most of it. He sends KENTA into the corner, and this can mean only one thing. Duke climbs to the top rope, lifts KENTA up…CIDAL BOMB!
Duke tags out to Doe, but before finishing up this match, Doe makes sure there will be no interferance, as he runs to the opposition’s corner and hits Marifuji with a massive Mafia Kick! Doe goes over to cover KENTA, but Duke yells something at him. In an instant, Doe picks KENTA up in a power bomb position, Duke springboards and hit’s a shining wizard, and Doe finishes off with a power bomb. A modified springboard Doomsday Wizard!
Doe makes the cover!
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This match is over! Bobby Cruise: Here are your winners and still EWT Tag Team Champions, The Cidal Squad! Dave Prazak: Well, you all saw it. The Cidal Squad pick up their 4th win, and are just 2 wins away from successfully defending the belt on 6 continents! We’ll see you EWT fans in Australia! Duke, Doe, and Alexa King Celebrate as they leave this backed Budokan Hall crowd, who surprisingly show respect for the trio. Even more surprisingly, the Cidal Squad seem to appreciate the praise.
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Post by The Line on Aug 3, 2007 23:02:06 GMT -5
Taped: August 31st
Dave Prazak: Hello EWT fans, and welcome to leg 5 of this 6 continent tour. Tonight, we are in Australia, as The Cidal Squad defend the titles against The Bushwackers! If they can win these two matches, they’ll have achieved their destiny!
Lenny Leonard: They don’t even have to win in Madagascar. The belts have to be defended in 6 continents. IT said nothing about all 6 of the defenses having to be successful.
Prazak: I guess you’re right. Lets go to the introductions.
The arena lights fade to black and red, as “No Quarter” plays. The Cidal Squad with Alexa King rise from the stage.
Bobby Cruise: Making their way to the ring, being accompanied to the ring by Alexa King, at a combined weight of 460 pounds, The EWT Tag Team Champions, “Sinnercidal” Jonathan Doe and “Insecticidal” Andy Duke, The Cidal Squad!
Prazak: What is the Cidal Squad doing out here first?
Leonard: Must be those crazy Australian rules.
“Walkabout” begins to play through the arena.
Bobby Cruise: And their opponents, the challengers at a combined weight of 498 pounds, Luke and Butch, the Bushwhackers!
Luke and Butch come out through the back, and quickly make their way to the ring. Doe is ready to begin, and Duke stands on the apron. Butch gets to the ring first and is promptly thrown over the top rope, which was pulled down by Duke, by Doe. Luke gets into the ring, the bell rings, and he is met with a huge Mafia kick. It almost took his head off. He might be out cold! Doe looks at Duke, and both men shrug. Doe goes for the cover.
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Leonard: I think your right! But you know what they say, they don’t get paid by the hour.
Bobby Cruise: Here are your winners of this match, and still EWT Tag Team Champions, The Cidal Squad!
The Cidal Squad quickly leave the arena as the crowd boo’s very loudly.
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Post by Rated X on Aug 4, 2007 0:51:40 GMT -5
As we fade in to the EWT Arena as the lights go out, two sentences uttered in complete darkness.
"Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?"
"The Hand That Feeds" be Nine Inch Nails begins to play as the housle lights come up. Out comes Chad Michaels, wearing the new Rated X shirt (A white shirt with an X formed by red and blue gloves and "Rated" above the X. On the back, "Forged by blood" is written in blood-like red, with blue driplets falling down. Buy now for $24.99!!) and his regular tights. Chad slides into the ring and grabs a microphone as "New Age!" chants erupt from the crowd.
Chad: You're damn right I am.
Cheers from the crowd can be heard as Chad begins to speak.
Chad: Right now, I would probably talk about MiniPax, and how I can't wait until the day when I can look directly into their face and tell them....
"I beat you."
The crwod starts cheering as Chad brings the microphone to his mouth.
Chad: And normally, I would. But right now, there's someone who's been getting under my skin lately, despite the fact that we fought nearly seven months ago. A man, who seems to like mocking me and my personaly life every chance he gets. Mr. Cassidy F***ing Clearwater, better known as Cassinova.
Boos can be heard from the crowd, but a couple rebellious souls cheer for the OX Champ.
Chad: Now, normally, if someone beats me at a PPV, that's it. It's over, done, may it rest in peace. But Cassinova thinks he's better than all that, taking every chance he gets to insult me. Marty Jannetty Cass? Marty F***ing Jannetty?! I spit on the name Marty Jannetty!
Cass, this thing between us should have ended long ago. It should have ended 7 motnhs ago when you beat me in Iraq. Why you choose to revisit the past is beyond me. But so help me God, you make fun of Synthy again, I will rip your damn tounge out and nail it to your f***ing locker room door. And that's something I promise you I will do.
Cass, this thing between you and me, it has to end. That's why I propose this: Chad Michaels. Cassinova. One more time. You pick the stipulation, you choose the place. I swear to you Cassidy, one way or another, this will end between us. And if blood is shed, if a few bones get broken during our match, then it's all good with me. Because this has to end. One way or another, it has to end.
Chad drops the mic and walks exits the ring as "The Hand That Feeds" plays. Aaaaaaaaaaand Fade Out.
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Post by Smarky on Aug 4, 2007 12:44:09 GMT -5
[Tard Grisham is sitting in his office typing randomly on his laptop, suddenly his door bursts open]
Tard: [Jumps] JESUS!
[Smarky bursts in through the doorway carrying a piece of paper]
Smarky: Close, but not quite.
[Smarky slams the paper on Tard's desk]
Tard: And what's that supposed to be?
Smarky: The Old School predictions thread on EWT.com. Notice anything strange about it?
Tard: The 1st guy really likes Minipax?
Smarky: Apart from that!
Tard: .........I'm stumped.
Smarky: No one....let me repeat that...NO ONE EXPECTS ME WIN! WHY?
Tard: Well...I'm no expert, but it might be because no one likes you.
[Smarky slaps Tard]
Smarky: What kind of ganja are you smoking? People DO like me! They LOVE me! They ADORE me! THEY WORSHIP ME! I'm a celebrity in 3rd world countries! I have a 6 figure action figure deal in Taiwan! Human sacrifices are made to my image in parts of Africa! How can any of this be true if people don't like me?
Tard: Well-
Smarky: Your answer isn't important! What IS important is that no one is taking me seriously! And if you don't do something about it, then I WILL!
[Smarky storms out of Tard's office]
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Post by Sigma: Current SRW Champ! on Aug 4, 2007 14:41:41 GMT -5
Tony Schiavone: Ladies and gentlemen, coming up next is Sigma "G.Q." Williams and the Undertaker, and Jesse. If we do see the same type of aggression and callousness as he did with Batista, I sort of fear for the Undertaker.
Jesse Ventura: Well, I should explain to you that the Undertaker has both the weight and size advantage on his side. I don't think Sigma can get him up on the top rope for the God's Wrath, but I have seen impressive stuff before.
Tony Schiavone: And now let's go to Gary Michael Capetta
(Bell rings)
GMC: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next contest is scheduled for one fall. (Undertaker's theme plays, crowd cheers) Making his way down to the ring, from Death Valley, weighing in at 316 pounds, The Undertaker!
Tony Schiavone: Listen to these people, Jesse. The Undertaker, the Phenom he's here and he looks extremely focused.
Jesse Ventura: Of course he does, he's always focused and ready to go. He's supposedly got the power of the dark side, but Sigma has the light on his side. Take it away Gary.
GMC: And his opponent, (Personal Jesus plays, crowd turns violent) from Tacoma, Washington. Weighing in at 262 pounds, Sigma "G.Q." Williams!
Tony Schiavone: The fans don't like this guy at all. After seeing the vignettes and last time when he decimated Batista, he's truly made his presence felt.
Jesse Ventura: Yes he has, and doesn't show any signs of letting up on his quest. And now he's got a hold of the microphone.
Sigma Williams: Good evening, my fellowship. (Crowd boos) On this dreary day, I have the opportunity thrusted upon me to face this follower of Beelzebub. I can assure you that his so-called "gift" is nothing more than pyrotechnics and flashy lighting work. (Crowd completely boos; Undertaker is right behind him getting ready) And now, watch as I put this demonic hell beast back to where he once came. Back six feet under.
Sigma turns around and The Undertaker places his hand around Sigma's throat and gives him a massive choke slam.
Tony Schiavone: Choke slam by the Undertaker! Sigma didn't see that one coming at all.
Jesse Ventura: He got blindsided by the Undertaker and now he's in dire straits.
Undertaker lifts Sigma up for the Tombstone, but Sigma slides down and delivers a low blow in clear site of everyone. Ref calls for the bell and the Undertaker goes down.
Tony Schiavone: (crowd booing in the background) Why am I not surprised at that. Sigma knew he couldn't beat the Undertaker and he had to resort to this tactic.
Jesse Ventura: Sigma was playing it smart and now has the Undertaker hurting.
Sigma then goes outside and grabs a folding chair, lays it down and grabs the Undertakers head.
Tony Schiavone: Now what is Sigma going to do?
Sigma delivers a bruising Evenflow DDT to the Undertaker on the chair.
Jesse Ventura: That's the way to send a message to the Undertaker. He's now laying there, busted open and not moving whatsoever.
Tony Schiavone: Oh, man. Undertaker is hurt and hurt bad. He needs some big time help.
Sigma lifts up the Undertaker again and delivers another Evenflow DDT to the Undertaker on the chair.
Tony Schiavone: (crowd really getting unruly) Another Evenflow DDT. Now Sigma leaves the ring and heading back here. I don't like this Jesse. (Sigma goes to Schiavone and grabs the microphone)
Sigma Williams: Now you see what I'm capable of and my ability to do whatever it takes to take people out has now claimed another victim. Undertaker will be seeing one soon. Now, I reign supreme. I issue a challenge to anybody out there. If you got the testicular fortitude to stroll into the squared circle against me, I urge you to bring your lowly carcass to my ring. Just make sure you have your life insurance all paid up and you got a nice nest egg, because after that bell rings. Ha-ha, you won't be coming out on your own power. You'll need the entire medical squadron to drag you out and put you back together.
Tony Schiavone: And we'll be back after this.
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Post by The Bad Man on Aug 4, 2007 21:29:59 GMT -5
Back at ringside and we join Gorilla Monsoon and Jesse Ventura
GORILLA: Hello everyone, up next we have a match that is agility vs power.
As Monsson goes over the entrants some high paced music hits and out run London and Kendrick, they race to the ring as there names, weight and hometown is announced. They jump the corners and play to the crowd
JESSE: Monsoon you have it all wrong again, these two maybe the most talented high flyers around today but they are going to be able to do nothing when Big and Bad arrive. Two men who together nearly tip the scales at a metric tonne.
As Jesse continues, that organ music begins to play and out from the back walk Big and Bad, Curly Long follows in a petrol powered buggy, the crowd boos. Mr. Bad points at there opponents in the ring and then slaps the chest of Big, before pointing again. The fat swells and dips as he moves like a human walrus. Mr. Big merely crunches his knuckles in anticipation.
JESSE: You see Monsoon look at that, power, size and a nasty little brain behind them.
MONSOON: No doubt this is one formidable tag team Jesse but London and kendrick are phenomenal athletes.
JESSE: It doesn't matter Monsoon if they are the best, there still going to get steamrollered by these behemoths, just like Raftshack will at Old School!!
Back at ringside and Curly Long has driven over to the announce table, meanwhile Big and Bad stand in the ring towering over everyone, it seems that Paul London will start off against Mr. Big.
JESSE: Oh look Curly Long is joining us on commentary.
MONSOON: What?! Oh no ... Hello Curly Long
JESSE: Always nice to see you Mr. Long
CURLY LONG: Hey guys, thought I'd join you two for the match or what it really is ...
JESSE: and what is that?
CURLY: How to decimate your opponents the big and bad way!
MONSOON: Puh-lease!
The bell rings
We start off with London not wanting to be pounded into dust and using his speed. He ducks the first large swipe by Big and using the ropes to obtain some momentum clatters into Mr. Big with little effect. London tries again this time with a crossbody but Big easily catches London and body slams him into the mat.
CURLY: The power!
Big follows with a large elbow and cover.
1,2 ...
London kicks out. Big grabs London and lifts him up only for London to slip out of the hold and deliver a dropkick to Mr. Big's back. Big more annoyed than anything truns around as London peppers his legs with more kicks. Mr. Big goes to grab London again but misses which allows London to tag in Kendrick. Mr. Big unaware of the tag finally grabs London, but has to let go as two feet fly through the air and connect with his head.
MONSOON: Missile dropkick and a beauty, but Big is still standing!
JESSE: Of course he is, that man is 7ft tall and over 500lbs Monsoon, it's going to take more than that to knock him down!
Big stunned tries to shake the cobwebs as both London and Kendrick climb the turnbuckles. They leap and connect with twin missile dropkicks knocking Mr. Big to his knees.
The crowd cheers
MONSOON: Hah, you mean like that Jesse!
JESSE: He's still not down Monsoon!
Mr. Big surprised gets to his feet but, Mr. Bad looks angry and demands a tag. Big tags out as London and Kendrick high five. Mr. Bad enters the ring as London leaves. Kendrick confident circles Mr. Bad and eventually locks up with him. Mr. Bad gains the over-whelming leverage and applies a headlock. Kendirck tries to fight out of it but has no luck as Mr. Bad crushes Kendricks head in his girth and flab. Mr. Bad flings Kendrick into the ropes adn tries a clothesline, Kendrick ducks under and springboards off the opposite rope to come flying back with a moonsault!
The crowds cheers turn to jeers
Mr. Bad has caught a now upside down Kendrick, he gives one loud raspy shout and then hits Kendrick with a fire thunder driver into the mat.
CURLY: Ah the end of the match.
Mr. Bad covers.
1,2 ...
Paul London enters the ring and breaks up the pin count, much to Mr. Bad's ire. The referee admonsihes Paul London. Meanwhile Kendrick struggles but is barely awake not helped by the fact that Mr. Bad has dragged him back to his own corner, smacked him in the face a few times and then rested him on the turnbuckle corner. Mr. Bad tags out to Mr. Big. As Big enters Mr. Bad backs up to the centre of the ring. Mr. Big grabs Mr. Bad by the arm and pulls him forward using his own strength and whips him into there corner! Mr. Bad collides chest first with Kendrick, the satisfying sound of overflowing flesh echoes around the arena.
JESSE: Did you hear that Monsoon!
CURLY: That sound was like if you made an executive toy using Pamela Anderson's twin Boo ...
MONSOON: Would you stop!
Back in the ring and Kendrick is upside down in the air, Mr. Big has lifted him up for a stalling suplex. Which he nails perfectly, Mr. Big follows with a cover.
1,2 ...
London once again breaks it up, Mr. Big taunts him and then goes back to London. Mr. Big's clamps his hands around the neck of Kendrick and lifts him up for a two handed chokeslam. London though rushes in again and clips the back of Big's Legs. Big doesn't og down, but it is enough for Kendrick using the last of his determination to counter the choke and catch Mr. Big with a forearm to the face and then a poke to the eye. Big lets go and stumbles over to make the tag. Mr. Bad demands to know what that was as he slowly enters, but Kendrick dives forward and tags out to London! Kendrick remains in the ring completely out of it.
The crowd roars at the tag!
London like a house on fire head stowards Mr. Bad and leaps up for a running einziguri! Mr. Bad takes it right on the side of the face!
MONSOON: What a move by Pau ....
CURLY: Heh heh
Mr. Bad hasn't moved from the blow and has in fact caught Paul London. The gnarled bald, scar ridden face of Mr. Bad turns and glares back at his opponent, the boot of London still next to his face. Mr. Bad hurls London away who hits the canvas back first. Mr. Bad follows up by grabbling London's hair and lifting him up only for him to powerslam him back down, London is out of it. Mr. Bad's face contorts into a snarling grin as he uses the ropes to build a little speed, to hit a big splash. Mr. Bad gets up and takes hold of Brain Kendrick and spinebusters him on top of Paul London. Mr. big asks for a tag but Mr. Bad ignores him as he bounces of the ropes again and hits another Big Splash. Mr. Bad gets up and drags both to there corner. Mr. Bad angrily shouts and points as he tags Mr. Big in. Mr. Big simply nods.
The crowd can be heard taking in a big breath!
MONSOON: He can't possibly ...
JESSE: Nothing good will come of this ...
Mr. Bad is climbing the turnbuckle slowly, Mr. Big stomps on both London and Kendrick. Mr. Bad reaches the top.
JESSE: That is a 450 pound man on top of there, what is he going to do?
CURLY: Someting bad perhaps Jesse, heh
Mr. Bad using one hand to steady himself slaps his sagging chest with the other and then leaps (or should that be falls) ...
MONSOON: Move!!
They don't, 450 pounds of human blubber and flesh impacts on London and Kendrick. The crowd boos loudly as Mr. Bad rolls off his body fat wobbling like a rotten jelly. Mr. Big puts his foot on them both for the pinfall.
1,2,3.
Bell Rings
The Organ music plays as Big helps Bad up, The referee comes over raises there hands as the winners of this bout.
CURLY: Monsoon, Jesse it was a pleasure!
Curlu Long leaves the announce table and joins his tag team in the ring, as they are greeted with a chorus of boos from the fans.
MONSOON: I have said it before but I will say it again, meet the immoveable objects Jesse.
JESSE: Ya know Monsoon, these two are not only immovable objects, but they are also unstoppable forces! If I was Raftshack I'd be checking back into the funny farm as soon as possible!
Big and Bad head back stage as the cameras fade out
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Spectre
Mike the Goon
"The echo of a point in time..."
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Post by Spectre on Aug 5, 2007 0:24:33 GMT -5
Announcer: The following match-up is scheduled for one fall with a 20 minute time limit!
-Once more, the lights dim, and Deep Purple’s “Perfect Strangers” echoes in the EWT Arena. The masked man steps out, his arms still in the color coded athletic tape, his tights still mostly plain, everything still a mystery-
Announcer: Introducing first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 223 pounds, Spectre!
Gorilla: Oh boy, Jess, looks like we’re in for an in-ring treat tonight!
Ventura: You ain’t lyin’, Gorilla, but I’d gladly trade in the match we’re about to see for a damn clue about what this Spectre character is all about!
Gorilla: You’d trade a match between two extremely talented, dynamic men for just a scrap of info? Who are you, Wade Keller?
Ventura: You shut your mouth right this minute, Monsoon.
-The lights come back up, but sparkling fireworks decent from the top of the entrance ramp as the PA system begins blasting the booming intro of Dale Oliver’s “I Am”. A hooded figure saunters out, flanked by a big, musclebound man. Spectre simply stands in the center of the ring, arms at his side, staring straight ahead, not flinching.-
Announcer: His opponent, representing the Christian Coalition, and being accompanied by Tomko, from Gainesville, Georgia, weighing in at 216 pounds, “The Phenomenal” A…J…STYLES!
-AJ throws his hood back, reveling in the hatred poured on him from the crowd. He looks over to Tomko, offers a goofy high-five…which Tomko promptly ignores, and instead turns around and heads towards the back. Alone and confused, AJ takes a few seconds to get his “game face” back on, but still manages to look extremely arrogant all the way down the aisle-
-The ref checks both men. AJ makes a show of getting patted down, but Spectre still doesn’t move. AJ even steps up and offers a sarcastic handshake, but Spectre simply stares a hole through him.-
AJ: (looking at audience) Geeze, what a jerk! (audience promptly boos)
-The second the bell rings, though, Spectre immediately circles around the Phenomenal One, trying to take his legs out, but AJ moves back quick-as-a-cat, though still surprised. He gets his bearings and tries to dance around the ring, trying to look non-chalant, but Spectre doesn’t bite, and hangs back. AJ finally gives in, and the two lock horns, with AJ pushing the masked man into the corner. The ref calls for a break, and AJ waits for the 5 count…and fakes throwing a punch, giving a wily smile, trying to psyche out his opponent.-
-Spectre doesn’t really react, though, and the two circle once more. They lock up again, wrestling for control, but Spectre gains the upper hand this time, driving AJ to the corner. The ref calls for the five count, gets to four, Spectre backs off…and immediately nails a NASTY open palm strike to AJ’s chest, causing AJ to spring out of the corner, clutching his chest. Spectre, in response, just tilts his head to the side, stretching the joints in his neck.-
-AJ recovers, looks like he’s ready to go, and holds out one hand, calling for a test of strength/Greco-Roman knucklelock. Spectre looks suspicious, offers, but AJ immediately gets him with a kick to the gut. Spectre is phased a bit, allowing AJ to begin clubbing down with some elbows on his opponents’ back, hoping to wear the other man down. He hits the ropes, but Spectre gets to the ground, so AJ leaps over, hits the other ropes, comes back, leapfrog by Spectre, AJ runs back, Spectre side-steps, reaches out, and uses his legs to sweep AJ’s out from under him, allowing him to get on top and lock on a front chancery, to the applause of the audience. AJ waves a hand around, looking for the ropes, but manages to work his way to his feet. He’s got enough strength to force his way out, and manages to writhe his way around and deliver a swift kick again to the midsection of Spectre. As the masked man falls to one knee, AJ hits the ropes and comes back, scraping his boot across Spectre’s face, knocking him down. AJ quickly gets on top of him, raining down fists.-
GM: Boy oh boy, AJ does not seem pleased with his opponent, judging by that look on his face!
JV: Well how would you like it if some upstart showed up at the table here and started trying to show YOU up, Gorilla? Heck, I’d say I’m doing that as we speak.
GM: Will you stop?
-In the ring, AJ finally gets off, and pushes Spectre into the corner, where he starts booting him in the midsection, intent on focusing there. Spectre is reeling a bit, and AJ takes advantage, ramming his shoulder into Spectre’s stomach. AJ decides to send him to the ropes, but Spectre ducks a clothesline attempt, runs back, and AJ NAILS the picture perfect dropkick! Cover!-
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2!
-Not quite! Spectre kicks out, but AJ quickly leaps over the top rope, lands on the apron, and starts measuring him for the springboard elbow! AJ times it…leaps…and Spectre gets up, grabs him in mid air, brings him down to the ground, and within a second has him locked into a Cross-Arm Breaker! AJ tries to get his hands together to relieve the pain, and desperately rolls to the ropes!-
GM: What a reversal by the mysterious Spectre! He pulled that out of nowhere, and suddenly AJ’s on the defensive!
-Spectre seems to wince a little bit, his left hand floating near his midsection, but he’s very quick to keep up the attack. He gets AJ up and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops, each louder than the last, before delivering a knee to AJ’s gut. As AJ doubles over, Spectre hits the ropes, leaps up, brings one knee out…and then extends his other leg in a full-on leaping kick to the side of AJ’s head! Cover!-
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2!
-AJ grabs the bottom rope! Spectre, unfazed, immediately drags AJ to the middle of the ring and locks in a Muta Lock, bridging up and wrenching back on AJ’s neck, but AJ again scrambles for the ropes. Spectre, STILL unfazed, picks his opponent up, and begins throwing very LOUD kicks to AJ’s chest, and begins alternating with kicks to his back. AJ can’t even tell after a few which way the blows are going to fall, and does his best to step out of the way. At long last, AJ manages to duck, avoids a kick, and nails the Pele Kick to Spectre’s head! Another cover!-
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2!
-Spectre barely gets the shoulder up! AJ’s face is a picture of frustration, and he decides to roll with what brought him to the dance: aerial moves. AJ quickly gets to the top rope, measures Spectre, and attempts a missal dropkick…but Spectre grabs his legs, and begins folding them over for a Texas Cloverleaf! AJ scampers to get out of the way, manages to hit a stiff forearm to Spectre’s face, and runs to the ropes for a springboard…which Spectre avoids, allowing him to nail a stiff kick to AJ’s thigh, take him down, and begin applying a complex-looking version of the STF, with AJ’s legs seemingly locked in what looks like a reverse Sharpshooter! As Spectre grabs at AJ’s head, Styles writhes and slithers his way out, desperate to escape, and increasingly more and more frustrated. He gets up again and practically tackles Spectre, trying to hit him with a barrage of blows, but Spectre blocks and covers up with his forearms before unleashing another flurry of strikes of his own! AJ is beside himself, and settles for throwing Spectre over the ropes…and the masked man promptly lands on the apron. AJ notices, lands a hard shot to the face, springboards on the second rope, and hits a flying kick to Spectre’s head, knocking him to the apron and the steel guardrail!-
-AJ senses an opportunity, leaps to the top rope, and, as Spectre rises, hits a corkscrew plancha, as the fans let loose a primal chant over the action. The two men lay on the mat, with Spectre still clutching a bit at his abdomen, and AJ just plain worn out.-
GM: Both men absolutely exhausted at this point, you’ve gotta give big time credit to both, Jess!
JV: Call my crazy, Monsoon, but I almost think that Styles is not just physically exhausted, but mentally, too! When Spectre was countering everything AJ threw at him, I thought Styles was going to totally lose it out of sheer frustration!
-AJ’s the first up, and slowly rolls Spectre into the ring, going for a cover, but only getting two. AJ slowly rises, and signals for the Styles Clash! He picks Spectre up, flips him over to set up the Clash, and as Spectre tries to twist his torso around to escape, an audible cry is heard…his midsection is still sore! AJ looks like he’s about to nail the move, but Spectre’s struggling brings both men near the ropes, where Spectre grabs the bottom one, holding tightly. AJ tries to force him off, tries to swing him off, but in a sheer show of willpower, Spectre manages to sit up, nail a punch to AJ’s face, and take him over with a HARD huricanrana, crashing AJ’s shoulders/neck to the mat, and setting him up for a pin!-
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3-NO!
-AJ manages to kick out, to the shock of the crowd, and as Spectre rises to his feet, he turns around into the waiting fist of Styles. Styles grabs Spectre STO style, but instead hefts him into a backbreaker, and leaves him on the mat, ascending the ropes!-
AJ: (to excited crowd) SPIRAL TAP!
-But AJ’s back is to the ring…allowing Spectre to leap ALL the way from the mat to the tope rope right behind him! AJ gets crotched on the top post, wincing in pain, which allows Spectre to leap up, wrap his legs around Styles’ chest, under his arms, flips backwards…and execute a top rope Dragonrana! The crowd goes crazy as AJ’s neck/shoulders hit the mat, and Spectre holds onto the move, bridging backwards and balancing with his hands as his back bends upwards, locking in the pin!-
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3!
Announcer: The winner of this bout, Spectre!
-Spectre, tired, but still moving well, gets to his feet, and only has his arm held by the ref for about a second. He walks to the corner, collects his breath, and waits, watching AJ intently. As the Phenomenal One works his way to his feet, Spectre repeats what he did after beating Jimmy Yang: he extends his hand. AJ is very, very slow to accept, and ends up doubly confused as, after he finally accepts, Spectre only holds the handshake for about a second, before rolling out of the ring, undoubtedly going back to a post backstage to observe more of the goings on in the EWT. AJ, for his part, sees all the fans giving him a standing ovation…and promptly tells them to “screw off.”-
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Post by xombiehiphop on Aug 5, 2007 13:32:12 GMT -5
Announcer: Currently in the ring..from Los Angeles..Jillian!
The "songstress" diva stands in the middle of the ring, striking a pose, singing some random song of her own creation. Thankfully, she doesn't have her head set equipped so the masses are spared her desolate tones..aside from the first few rows..
Announcer: And her opponent..hailing from Modesto, California..being accompanied to the ring by Ghost Face and representing The Draugr..Karma!
Manson's "Get Your Gunn" starts to play and the arena is covered in a deep red light. Karma soon makes her way down the aisle, with Ghost Face trailing slowly behind her, the white haired flesh eaters eyes never leaving her opponent for even a second. Karma enters the ring, towering over her smaller opponent while Ghost Face perches himself on the top rope, keeping his gaze locked on Jillian as well. The bell rings and Jillian doesn't seem to know to focus upon as her eyes dart about. Karma makes up her mind for her by rushing forward and simply kicking her straight in the face. The would be pop star collapses upon registering the impact.
Karma slowly steps over to her blond opponent, snatching her up by the air, tugging harshly downwards upon the locks as her face twists into a terrible scowl. Jillian releases and it takes three boots to Karma's stomach to finally free herself. Still dazed from the earlier kick, Jillian tries to regain her focus, running the ropes..but she is swiftly tossed skywards and brought back to the the mat with a Cutter, forcing her down flat upon her face. Karma merely crouches low to the ring, giving Jillian enough time to drag herself to her knee's. Her time is soon up however, as Karma darts towards her, crashing a knee directly into her cheek, Regal style, as it becomes apparent that Jillian has been rendered unconscious. Karma drops onto Jillian, clasping a hand over her throat..
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Announcer: ..Here is your winner..Karma!
Karma grinds an elbow into Jillian's face before Ghost Face hops down from his perch, grabbing his cohort by the hair, roughly yanking her to a standing position. He drags his tongue across Karma's cheek before releasing her, the pair now staring down at Miss Hall with matching sinister expressions
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