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Post by dorf on Jun 28, 2007 19:25:07 GMT -5
*A backdrop in the back of the arena with a dark setting with a ray of light from the window (think post-promo from Crap-a-Mania) and has a statement to say...*
Dorf: Good evening Ladies and Gentleman, it is I, dorf; NOT a member of the Cidal Squad. What you fine peoples saw on that day with me negotiating with them as an "insurance policy" to protect me from David Davies and the Nyrds until our encounter at Soundless Dawn.
As you all know, those three individuals have attacked me during EWTs last two PPVs, Crap-a-Mania IV, which now can be seen on DVD....
*whips out Crap-a-Mania IV DVD*
This DVD comes with 5 discs, 22 interviews, the EWT HoF ceremony, and everything of your wildest fantasies come true in the pro wrestling world. This is the Mega-Ultimate Slim Collector's Edition...so buy 20 and everybody will be happy!!!
*tosses DVD into the ground*
Anyways, back to serious business, this coming Sunday at Soundless Dawn, I face yet again one of my favorite foes in EWT history, David Davies in a Hardcore match. This match will be dedicated through all the pain and suffering that my career has been put through for the past month and a half that they have tormented me....and no, this will not be a pretty match, not whatsoever.
I EXPECT this to be a brawl, where bodies can be broken, but my body will test the limit and I will prove to be the one coming out on top! Hell, there is going to be a great chance that this match will not only be outside the EWT arena, but travel into some dangerous unchartered activity, where no EWT wrestler has gone before....
ssssshhhhhhh, its a secret and only I know how to distract Davies to achieve this mission.
And then, BAM, ZIP, POW! A dorfbuster, dorf-plex, dorf driver, dorf-o-matic, abdorftion, or an Aurelia Borealis later....and its YOUR DO, DAVID DAVIES!
I pray you good luck now, because this Sunday...your luck runs out, a-gain.
*Dorf drops the mic as the camera turns to the window and it fades to next segment. *
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on Jun 29, 2007 15:59:51 GMT -5
*The camera is now backstage, revealing "Sexually Suggestive" Ivy Rospine and Marisol, both ready for an interview.*
Marisol : I' m Marisol and peaches are better than whimsy. I' m here with Ivy Rospine, who will be part of the first match for the tournament that will bring the Girl Next Door title back. But first things first, Ivy, how do you feel about the coming mixed Tag-Team match against TJT ?
Ivy : *WIth a grin* Hmm... actually Marisol, I feel... very excited about that match... it gives me thrills all around my spine...
Marisol : Ah er... but, aren' t you afraid ? That will probably be your most physical match since your debut.
Ivy : Hmmm... Marisol... there is no reason to be afraid... everything will be alright... I will enjoy myself veeerrrrry much during that match... *she starts clutching her own shoulders. the right hand on the left one and her left hand on the right one* and make my partner, the handsome Mysth, enjoy himself as well and together, we will make ourselves as well as the whole arena have one of the biggest wrestlegasms of all time ! Except for Terina and Jupite of course. THEY shall be very frustrated by this match. They will not be able to participate a lot. They will not touch us and things will end pretty quickly for them. Much quicker than they expected. They will experience a premature pin fall.
Marisol : *Looking embarrassed* Oh errr. arhem... er... let' s talk about your match for the GND tournament.
Ivy : *Still clutching her shoulders. Now with a very delighted look on her face* Mmmmmh... yessss !
Marisol : *With an embarrassed smile* Er... sooo... do you feel ready for this match ? I don' t wanna stress you -not to mention that you don' t look very stressed at the moment- but it is one of the most important events in the Girl Next Door division' s history.
Ivy : *Still clutching* Mmmmh aaah yess... you know how to speak to me, Marisol ! Because this mixed match will only be the preliminaries, and the real act will take place on that day. The first step to the ecstasy. The one that will make me find the right position in order to turn the heat on and finally reach the ultimate ecstasy and win the belt...
Marisol : *Her face completely red* Huhum... brm... er... could someone bring me a fan, please ? Ahem... so... you have no doubt about that match and for you, it is just be a stage ?
Ivy : Yes... because Synthy, I like you but... *breathes out*... you just aren' t man enough for me.
Marisol : WHAT ?!!
Ivy : Now Marisol... I' ve gotta leave. I must... train. *She leaves the place*
Marisol : ... ... ... I' m Marisol and...*someone hands her something*... IT' S ABOUT TIME FOR THAT FAN !
*We cut to the next segment as Marisol fans herself.*
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Post by Hulkshi Tanahashi on Jun 29, 2007 18:58:08 GMT -5
Tony Chimmel: Our next match is scheduled for one fall. *Bell rings. Andy “The Eagle’ Davidson’s music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=9FcBnaLjxY4 Chimmel: Coming down to the ring, at 6 foot 8 inches, and weighting 290 lbs, from Preston, England: ANDY “THE EAGLE” DAVIDSON. *Davidson comes out to a nice pop, holds his snooker cue over his head, walks down to the ring, and enters it.* Michael Cole: Okay, we are set for action; and here comes Andy “The Eagle” Davidson. You know, John, Davidson came very close to winning the Tri-State Championship. John Bradshaw Layfield: Yes, he came damn close to winning that title, but the fact of the matter is you either win a title or you don’t. And, he didn’t. And, now he has to face a man the same size as him. *The Comedian's music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=2a423fqOrpAChimmel: And, his opponent, coming down to the ring, at 6 foot 6 inches, and weighing 290 lbs, from Los Angeles, CA: “THE COMEDIAN” BOBBY RIGGS. *The Comedian comes out to a chorus of boos. He walks to the ring, carrying that rubber chicken with a lead pipe in it, and enters it, placing the rubber chicken/lead pipe in a corner.* Cole: And, here comes the Comedian, and he has that damn chicken with him! JBL: What’s so wrong with carrying a rubber chicken? Cole: How about the fact that it probably has a heavy object like a lead pipe in it. JBL: First off, you don’t necessarily know that. Second, Davidson brought a “snooker” or whatever the hell you call it to the ring; and you didn’t say a damn thing! So, shut up, Cole! *The bell rings, and the two wrestlers tie up. They push each other back a few steps and then let go. Then, they tie up again, but this time the Comedian gets the advantage and puts Davidson in a headlock. However, the Eagle turns out of it and puts Riggs into his own headlock. Riggs pushes Davidson into the ropes and then pushes him off, sending the Eagle into the opposite ropes. However, Davidson hits the Comedian with a shoulder block.* Cole: So far, it looks like these two men are evenly matched up. JBL: Well, this should make for an interesting back and forth match. *Both men tie up, and the Comedian quickly puts Davidson in a wristlock. However, Davidson breaks free and puts Riggs into his own wristlock and then into a headlock. The Comedian pushes the Eagle off into the ropes. Davidson comes charging at Riggs, but Riggs leapfrogs him. However, when Riggs turns around, Davidson comes charging back at him and hits Riggs with another shoulder block. The Comedian moves to the ropes to rest for a little bit.* Cole: And, the Comedian is resting in the corner. It looks like Riggs might be off his game. JBL: He is not off his game, Cole. Riggs is just trying to figure out a way to takedown Davidson. That is all. *As Riggs stands up in the corner, Davidson charges at him and hits Riggs with an avalanche. The Eagle goes for another avalanche, but Riggs gets his boot up; and Davidson runs right into it. Then, the Comedian hits Davidson with a bulldog.* JBL: See, I told you, Cole. Cole: That looks to me more like the Comedian took advantage of a rookie mistake. JBL: He still got the Eagle down and that is all that matters. *The Comedian gets on top of the Eagle and starts punching him in the head a few times. The referee admonishes him, so Riggs gets up. Davidson sits up, and Riggs moves behind him, wraps his left arm around his neck, picks Davidson up, and hits him with an inverted suplex. The Eagle sits up on his knees, and then the Comedian runs to the ropes and charges at Davidson, hitting him with a dropkick.* Cole: The Comedian has now taken control of the match. JBL: Now, all he has to do is wear down the Eagle and win the match. *Riggs picks up the Eagle and whips him into the ropes, hopping to hit Davidson with an inverted atomic drop; but Davidson hits the Comedian with a bicycle. Riggs gets up and charges at Davidson, but the Eagle picks the Comedian up over his head and drops him down with a slam.* Cole: And, it looks like the tide has change. *Davidson picks Riggs up, but Riggs punches Davidson very hard in the face. The Eagle turns around, and the Comedian hits Davidson with three German Suplexes.* JBL: You know what they say Cole—Comedy Comes In Threes. *Riggs picks Davidson up and attempts a snap suplex, but the Eagle reverses it and suplexes Riggs into the corner. The Comedian’s knee hits the top turnbuckle and gets caught for a second on it as he falls to the mat. Davidson gets up and sees Riggs on the mat, holding his left. Then, the Eagle pulls Riggs to the center of the ring and goes to work on his knee, kicking the back of the body part and then stomping it on the mat.* Cole: And, Davidson is going after that knee that got tweaked on the top turnbuckle. JBL: That is smart wrestling, Cole—you find an injured body part and work it over until your opponent is in too much pain to wrestle properly and win the match. *Davidson drops to the mat on his knees, wraps his left arm around Riggs’s ankle, pushes his right forearm up into Riggs knee. The Comedian writhes on the mat in pain.* Cole: And, Davidson is really working over that knee with that submission hold. JBL: The Comedian has got to thing fast if he wants to escape that move. *After a minute or two, Riggs begins to kick Davidson in the chest and face with his free leg in order to get the Eagle to let go of the hold. This works as Davidson lets go after two kicks. Then, the Comedian rolls to the outside. Then, he begins to walk up the ramp.* Cole: What’s this!? The Comedian is leaving the match! JBL: He’s not leaving, Cole! He’s walking around to get the feeling back in his knee. *The referee begins to count.* Ref: 1…2…3…*Davidson exits the ring, runs toward Riggs, and clubs him in the back of the head with his forearm. The ref restarts the count because of Davidson’s exit.* Ref: 1…2…3…*The Eagle throws Riggs into the apron.* Ref: 4…5…6…*Davidson throws the Comedian back into the ring and reenters it.* *The Comedian crawls to the opposite ropes and pulls himself up. Davidson whips him across the ring, but Riggs counters with a whip of his own. As the Eagle hits the ropes and comes back, Riggs grabs him and throws him over the top rope.* Cole: The Comedian sends Davidson over the top rope and to the floor. JBL: Now, he needs get out of the ring and stay on top of the Eagle. *Riggs exits the ring as the ref begins another count.* Ref: 1…2…3…*Riggs picks Davidson up and rams his head onto the apron.* Ref: 4…5…6…*Riggs reenters the ring, picks Davidson up onto the apron, and suplexes him back into the ring. The Comedian also goes for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Davidson kicks out.* *Riggs picks the Eagle up, hits him with an inverted atomic drop, and follows up with a discus punch that sends Davidson into the ropes.* Cole: And, that was the Setup and the Punchline. JBL: And, what a punchline it was. *Riggs whips Davidson across the ring. As the Eagle hits the opposite ropes, the Comedian slips onto the apron and springboards over the top rope with a shoulder block that hits Davidson as he comes running back.* Cole: Oh my! What a move from the Comedian! JBL: Not only is he big and strong, Bobby Riggs is quick as well. He pulled that off in a matter of seconds. *Riggs gets up, and Davidson gets on his knees. The Comedian punches the Eagle in the head a few times and then locks on the Iron Claw.* JBL: Now, that’s an old school move! Cole: The Comedian has the Iron Claw locked on, shades of the Von Erich family. *Riggs has the move locked on for a good while, and Davidson begins to fade, almost falling to the mat. The referee then begins to see if the Eagle is out.* Ref: *lifts up Davidson’s arm and lets it drop* 1…*lifts up Davidson’s arm again and lets it drop again* 2…*lifts up Davidson’s arm, but it doesn’t drop* NO! *Then, the Eagle begins to show signs of life and starts to stand up. He eventually gets up on his feet and begins to punch Riggs to get him to let go of the hold. However, the Comedian wraps his free arm around Davidson’s neck. But, he picks up Riggs and drops him down with a back suplex.* Cole: Somehow, the Eagle has managed to get out. JBL: Now, he has to take advantage; or the Comedian will pounce back on him like a pitbull on a steak. *Both men get up, and Riggs kicks Davidson in the stomach. Then, he whips the Eagle into the ropes, but Davidson hits the Comedian with a clothesline. Riggs gets up and gets taken down by Davidson with another clothesline. Then, Riggs gets up, again; but Davidson takes him down with a clothesline, again. Riggs uses the ropes to get up, but the Eagle whips him across the ring. However, the Comedian hangs onto the other ropes; but Davidson charges at Riggs and sends him to the outside with a clothesline. Riggs then gets up and walks over to the timekeeper. He takes a chair from the area and tries to bring it into the ring, but the Eagle sees this, runs across the ring, and hits Riggs with a baseball slide.* Cole: And, the Comedian tried to bring a chair into the ring. Luckily, the Eagle stopped him with a baseball slide. JBL: What’s so wrong with bringing a chair into the ring? Maybe he wanted to give it to the referee to sit down. *The Eagle moves onto the apron. As Riggs gets up, Davidson jumps off and hits the Comedian with a double axe handle. Then, Davidson throws Riggs back into the ring. As Riggs gets up, Davidson reenters the ring, charges at the Comedian, and hits him with a bicycle kick. Then, the Eagle goes for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Riggs kicks out.* Cole: The Eagle pins Riggs, but he kicks out. JBL: It’s going to take a lot more than a bicycle kick to keep Bobby Riggs down. *Then, Davidson goes back to that knee he worked over earlier. He kicks Riggs’s left knee a few times. Then, he stomps down on it. He follows all this up with a figure four leg lock.* Cole: And, the Eagle works over Riggs knee and goes for the Figure Four. JBL: He should have been working on Riggs’s knee for a lot longer, a rookie mistake. *Davidson has it locked on for a minute or two. Then, Riggs begins to turn the Eagle over. He tries to block it, but the Comedian is able to get Davidson turned over. However, both men are close to the ropes. The Eagle reaches for the ropes and manages to grab to bottom rope. The referee breaks up the hold. Riggs gets up and moves over to a corner. Davidson gets up and charges at Riggs for a spear, but Riggs moves out of the way. The Eagle hits the steel post shoulder post. As he backs out of it, the Comedian grabs the Eagles hurt arm and puts him into a Fujiwara armbar.* JBL: WHAT A COUNTER! Cole: Oh my! After escaping the Figure Four, Bobby Riggs moves out of the way of a spear and then puts Andy Davidson into a Fujiwara armbar after Davidson hit the steel post. JBL: I am impressed. If Riggs can keep that move locked on, then he will win the match. *Riggs has the move locked on tight. However, he is close to the ropes, and Davidson reaches out, trying to grab the bottom rope. The Eagle eventually grabs the ropes, but Riggs doesn’t let go of the hold. The ref goes for a five count.* Ref: 1…2…3…4…*Riggs releases the hold.* JBL: Like Nick Bockwinkel said, "It's cheating to choke a guy for five seconds, but it's not cheating to choke him for four." *Riggs then grabs Davidson’s arm, pulls him to the center of the ring, and locks him into a triangle choke.* Cole: And, now Riggs has Davidson in the center of the ring with a triangle choke. It may be over for the Eagle. *Riggs has the move locked on for a good while. Soon, Davidson begins to fade, and the ref begins to raise his arms.* Ref: *lifts up Davidson’s arm and lets it drop* 1…*lifts up Davidson’s arm again and lets it drop again* 2…*lifts up Davidson’s arm, but it doesn’t drop* NO! *Davidson begins to show signs of life. He gets his feet on the mat, grabs Riggs with his free arm, lifts Riggs up in the air, and then drops the Comedian onto the mat.* Cole: OH MY! JBL: I am impressed. That is a great display of strength from Davidson. *Both men get up, and Davidson takes Riggs down with a clothesline. Riggs slowly gets up and brought back down with another clothesline. He slowly gets up again, and the Eagle picks Riggs up and drops him to the mat with a body press slam. Then, Riggs slowly gets up again and is brought down to the mat with a bicycle kick.* Cole: And, Davidson has regained control of the match. JBL: Now, he needs to stay on Riggs and keep this momentum going, or the Comedian will pounce on him and win the match. *Riggs gets up, and Davidson takes him down with a double leg takedown and flips over him for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Riggs powers out.* *The Comedian turns over and goes for a piledriver, but Davidson counters by lifting him up and dropping him down on the mat for another pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Riggs powers out.* *The Comedian turns over and goes for another piledriver, but Davidson counters with a back body drop that sends Riggs to the outside since both men were near the ropes.* Cole: And, the Eagle sends Bobby Riggs to the outside. JBL: He better go to the outside and not let Riggs get a breather. *Davidson grabs the top rope and jumps over it landing onto Riggs. Then, he picks Riggs up and tries to whip him into the steel post; but the Comedian counters and sends the Eagle into the post instead.* JBL: Like I said, he should have stayed on Riggs and now it may have cost him the match. *Riggs grabs Davidson and throws him back into the ring. He goes for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Davidson kicks out.* Cole: The Eagle kicks out. *Riggs goes for another pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Davidson kicks out.* Cole: And, Davidson kicks out again. *Riggs picks up Davidson and hits him with a cradle piledriver.* JBL: The Laugh Riot! It’s over, Cole! *Riggs goes for another pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Davidson kicks out.* JBL: I DON’T BELIEVE IT! Cole: Somehow, Davidson kicked out! *The Comedian gets frustrated and goes for the rubber chicken/lead pipe. Suddenly, John “The Lion” Valentine runs out and grabs the rubber chicken.* Cole: It’s John “The Lion” Valentine! JBL: What the hell is he doing here!? HE’S NOT SUPPOSE TO BE IN THIS MATCH! *The Comedian and the Lion are in a tug-o-war over the foreign object. As this goes on, Davidson gets up. The Comedian wins out, and as he turns around, Davidson picks him up, turns him around, drops Riggs to the mat with a running spinebuster, and then flips over Riggs for the pin.* Ref: 1…2…3. *The bell rings.* Chimmel: Here's your winner--ANDY "THE EAGLE" DAVIDSON". *The Eagle quickly exits the ring to a big pop and runs over to John Valentine.* Cole: It’s over! Davidson wins with the Eagle’s Landing! JBL: WHAT THE HELL!? Bobby Riggs should have won the match. Valentine interfered. If the referee had been doing his damn job, then he would have saw Valentine and disqualified Davidson. This is a TRAVESTY! Cole: But, the Comedian was going to use the rubber chicken with that lead pipe in it on Davidson! JBL: You don’t know that! Cole: Well, now the question is—is there some kind of collusion between the Eagle and the Lion?
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Post by hollywood on Jun 30, 2007 1:38:39 GMT -5
The lights dim, which gets a mild initial reaction from the audience. Then the heavy opening riff of "Angry Again" by Megadeath fills the arena. A single spotlight shines on the entrance way as EWT's newest addition to the roster, Matt Hollywood, makes his debut.
Matt, dressed in dark jeans, a charcoal grey t-shirt and black trench coat, marches to the ring, looking round at the fans with a cocky smirk on his face. He climbs into the ring, and, when the music finally cuts, the ANNOUNCER introduces him the audience.
ANNOUNCER: "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, in his debut in an EWT ring...MATT HOLLYWOOD--!"
Matt, who is still grinning, grabs the mic from the ANNOUNCER and casually motions for him to leave the ring. He walks around the ring, stops as though about to speak, smirks, and walks again. Finally, he stops in the middle of the ring and addresses the crowd for the first time.
"What's up, EWT?"
Cheap pop from the crowd. Matt chuckles.
"You people are such puppets, aren't you? If I praise the promotion, you love me; but you'll all boo me if I say something like... oh...Jesus was black, Ronald Reagan was the devil, and the president is lying about the war in Iraq."
The crowd immediately boos. Matt nods, still baring his cocky grin.
"The truth is, I could give two craps about how you people feel about me. I didn't come here to impress you. I'm not here to impress the Internet!"
Thunderous boos.
"I'm here because I want the same thing every other wrestler in the world wants--championship gold and money. Not necessarily in that order. And before it's all said and done, I WILL get them. And if I have to knock down a few of your favorite EWT guys in the process, I really don't care.
"So keep watching, puppets. You may not like me. Heck, you may even hate me. But rest assured...you will ALL remember me!"
Still grinning, Matt tosses the mic out to the ANNOUNCER. "Angry Again" resumes, and he holds his hands out from his sides and wags his fingers, welcoming the chorus of boos coming his way. At last, he turns to head out of the ring.
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Post by brokenrose on Jun 30, 2007 20:53:56 GMT -5
*"I'm Shipping Up To Boston" starts playing over the EWT speakers. At the upbeat, Coach O'Hare appears at the top of the ramp. He's not too happy, it seems, but he waves his Hurley as always. He's closely followed by Shane who poses a wee bit on the ramp before heading on down to the ring.* Toni "The Garc" Garcya: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first representing Team Ireland, being accompanied to the ring by Coach O'Hare, weighing in at 297lbs, from Galway, Ireland, "The Celtic Giant", SHANE... MALONE! *The Green, White & Gold pyro explodes at the top of the ramp. Shane is leaning over as O'Hare whispers instructions in his ears. Malone nods to indicate his understanding & climbs into the ring over the ropes.* *"Rose" begins to play. * *The crowd's attention turns to entrance ramp but they are shocked to when they see the Toomitron. Switching from Juri's tron to her in the crowd. Instead of her normal ring attire or even her kimono, she's in a loose but still form fitting dress. An old fashion Celtic dress to be specific. With white selves, a brownish top, and a long red skirt. (Visual for those with no imagination: www.museumreplicas.com/imagelib/0100352_l_000.jpg). The right side of her face is covered with red rose brambles and thorns, obviously a tribute to the late great Sherri Martel. She strolls down to the ring, looking actually happy for once. The crowd gives her high fives as she makes it down to the ring. A sudden thought passing everyone watching her. The goal of Cassinova to make her look more attractive finally has been accomplished. She leaps over the barricade as the ring announcer begins to introduce her.* Garcya: Now residing in Osaka, Japan... Weighting in at 142 lbs.... BR Juri Sadamoto! *The pervs in the crowd are displeased to learn, as her skirt lifts slightly, that she is wearing some short tights that prevent any “accidental” views . She rolls into the ring and stretches for the first time as she waits for the bell to ring. She looks at the tron, looking at her appearance almost shocked at the way she appears. But she shrugs it off before she let's it get to her head.* *Juri, in her new Celtic dress, gets into a lower stance as she circles the “Celtic Giant” Shane Malone. While she edges herself closer Malone glances from her over to O'Hare, he is seemingly unsure how one would begin to fight a girl in a dress. And an Irish lass to boot. O'Hare motions for Shane to go forth, who finally does.* *BR rushes forth as Malone makes an attempt to check her off guard. He goes for a Big Boot that is ducked by the red hot Joshi. Malone turns as BR goes to tangle up his legs. Before she can get a decent grasp, he throws her back and she rolls back to her knees. Sadamoto stays in position for a second before brushing herself off as she stands back up. The big man looks unsure at O'Hare again, questioning if this is even right for him to continue this obvious mismatch. To watch O'Hare presses him on, perhaps eager for a female to get hurt after this recent spat. For the first time, the silent giant goes for the offensive with a full speed charge at Juri. Shockingly, Juri hits an Enzigieri on Malone before he could take her down. What's shocking in not she hit a suprise counter, rather that the target was the back of the left knee of Malone's. Instantly under the effect of a Charlie Horse, Shane falls to his knees. To say that Coach Pat O'Hare is surprised by this feat would be an understatement. Juri rushes forth to gain the underhand that she may not have for long.* WOO! *Chop to the chest.* WOO! *To the throat.* WOO! *To the face.* Wo- *Shane forcefully grabs Juri's arm before she could Chop him again and begins to twist. Perhaps he is angry at being taken down so easily because it appears that he is no longer worried about hurting his opponent. He looms down at her as his constricting of her wrist has her on her knees.* WOO! *A Chop to the face with the other hand.* *Furious with rage, Malone lifts Juri in the air by her hand and throws her to the other side of the ring.* SLAM! *She lands awkwardly on her side as she grips her arm. Her eyes meet Malone's, the look of frustration is all over her face. She stands gingerly as he locks up with her. It's a test of strength and the winner is academic. Yet as Juri is being driven down, she swings her right leg to strike the back of Shane's left leg. Pain shoots up to his face but still he holds on. He forces more pressure on her, wanting to send to her knees in front of him. Again, Juri strikes the back of his leg and the pressure weakens. She connects with a few more kicks, including a few shots to the knee. The largest member of Team Ireland falls to his right knee. BR pushes up with all her might and in an amazing feat of athletic ability, she runs up his body. She steps up his chest, still holding his hands, and lands with all her weight down on his left knee. The crowd cheers loudly for the astounding sight. Malone tries to disguise his pain but fails to as he breaks the test of strength he locked in originally. Apparently the landing was rough for Juri as well for she uses up a precious opening to get the feeling back in her fingers.* *Juri recovers and walks back to Malone. The time wasted for recover comes back to bite her as Malone practically breaks her in half with a Spear. Juri gasps in shock and quickly holds her side in silent pain. Malone hobbles over to her crumpled form, favoring the left leg, to go for a pin. Or he would have if he thought he was done with her. Unfortunately, for Juri, he's not even close to being done. With assistance from a hair pull, Juri has been lifted to her feet and into a Bear Hug. Malone swings her around like a rag doll, truly wanting her to suffer. Any normal woman would have tapped long ago but Juri hangs on. The referee motions for Shane to stop for him to check Juri.* *He lifts her arm for a one count. It drops before lifting. With both hands, she unloads a desperate series of Chops right at the face of Shane. He holds out of as long as he can before throwing the Celtic clad woman into the air. As she descends back to the mat, he catches her and throws her back into his Gal-A-Way Slam. It would be a sure bet to say that Juri's done. But in a remarkable bit of luck, her left foot rests under the bottom rope. The pin is broken by the referee. The Celtic Giant nurses his left leg as he glares at his opponent. One could only give the thoughts that are running through his mind. It doesn't take long for him to decide his next course of action. Pulling Juri back to her feet, he lifts her high into the air into a Gorilla Press position. Be it ego or a want to prove himself, he benches her up and down with ease. This act of showboating comes back to get him in the form of a hard knee shot to the temple. As Juri falls from this very high position, she grabs the head of the unsteady Malone and forces him back into what she likes to call Broken Stem Driver #1. The crowd, which went dead after the Gal-A-Way Slam goes crazy. Meanwhile, the action in the ring falls dead as Malone holds in back in pain. And Juri lies right next to him, the high impact moves affecting her smaller frame very badly. Juri rolls over & manages to place her arm across Shane's chest. The ref begins to count...* 1... 2... SHOULDER UP! *Shane managed to evade a potentially humiliating loss. Shane manages to push himself back up to his feet & he drags Juri up with him. Shane harshly whips Juri into a corner & looks to follow up with a Stinger Splash. Juri manages to avoid the move & Shane crashes into the turnbuckles. Shane leans back against the turnbuckles to rest his leg. Juri seizes the opportunity to hit Shane with "Rose White". A dazed Malone wanders out of the corner as Juri attempts a Hurricanrana. Shane foils her move by planting her with a Power Bomb. The Giant then falls over in a heap. The ref commences the 10 count on both individuals. Surprisingly, Juri is the first back to her feet. She rushes over to Shane's prone form, seeking to secure a pinfall, but Shane quickly stands again when she approaches. He grabs her face in an "Iron Claw" & hoists her up for the "Giant's Causeway"! Juri starts kicking her legs wildly in a vain attempt to connect with Malone's face. Then she hatches an idea. She wraps her legs around Malone's arm & twists & torques on it 'til he falls to the ground again. Juri has Malone locked in the armbar, but, since her face was covered, she had no idea whereabouts in the ring they were. Shane is easily able to get his foot to the bottom rope & the ref forces Juri to release the hold.* *Juri complies with the ref's orders & backs off. Shane rolls to the outside, now having to nurse his arm as well as his leg. O'Hare tosses Shane a water bottle, whispers some more instructions in his ear, pats him on the back & tells the big man to get back in the ring. Malone slides back in & rushes Juri, aiming for a Lariat. Juri ducks it & starts pointing to her temple as if to say "I'm so smart", but Malone quickly turns back around & clobbers her in the back of the head, then begins pointing to his own temple in a similar fashion. Malone stands over Juri, who lies face down on the mat. Shane sits on Juri's back & applies a Camel Clutch, but rather than just cinch in the submission, Shane stands up again, lifts Juri up in the air by the head & tosses her back-first on the mat. Juri clutches her back in agony as Shane prepares for another assault. Shane hoists a limp Juri into the air & holds her up for a suplex. Juri tries kicking her legs, but to no avail. Shane sets her 'round onto his shoulder & prepares to Power Slam her, but Juri escapes this move & drops Shane with a Reverse DDT! Both wrestlers are down again. The ref's 10 count has barely begun when Juri attempts to drape an arm over Shane again. This time, she doesn't even get the opportunity. Shane catches her arm before she can cover him. Juri has a pained expression on her face, wondering why Shane simply won't stay down. Shane drags Juri by the arm & tosses her to the corner again. He drills her with a knee to the mid-section & sets her up top, presumably for a Superplex. Juri grabs a hold of Shane's head is she aiming for the TIMFA?! She tries to dive off, but Shane manages to manouvere her into position for an "Irish Car Bomb". Using all her strength, Juri flips from Shane's back & lands right infront of "The Celtic Giant". Juri is a little dazed & exhausted by her stunt. Shane clobbers her with a MASSIVE LARIAT! He hoists Juri up by the hair & grabs her limp form in a Full Nelson. Shane blasts Juri with "The Dragon Slayer" & makes the cover...* 1... 2... 3!!! DING-DING-DING! *Juri gets a shoulder up immediately after the 3, but it's just too late. "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" plays again as Garcya makes the announcement...* Garcya: Here is your winner... "THE CELTIC GIANT", SHANE... MALONE!!!! *O'Hare & Shane exit the ringside area as Juri fumes in the ring. O'Hare pats Shane on the back & whispers in the big guy's ear again. Juri stands up as the crowd shows appreciation for her effort against "The Celtic Giant".*
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Post by teamireland on Jul 1, 2007 16:17:13 GMT -5
*We return from commercial, as we see Coach Pat O'Hare heading out towards the ring, with Shane Malone, Sean McCann, and Aidan Donnelly all following close behind, Shane not dressed for action. The three are approached by Marisol Kaneshall, hoping for some sort of scoop.*
Marisol: Mr. Coachman, your Jolly Green Giant was nearly defeated by a tiny little woman who is less than half his weight. Have you any comment on that?
*Shane & O'Hare glance at eachother, then shoot angry looks in Marisol's direction.*
O'Hare: Listen, love, shut up a minute. All I want to talk about at the moment is that eejit, the so-called "Bollywood Big Shot", Mahavir Abha... *The crowd pops at the mention of his name. O'Hare pauses & lets out a weary sigh.* O'Hare: ...See, that lad comes in here & the first thing he does is get mixed up in our business? And he's trying to take Liam away from us?
Marisol: Didn't you want rid of Liam as recently as a week ago?
O'Hare: Look, darlin', it's the principle of the thing! You don't take stuff from Team Ireland! Doesn't matter if it's our tag-team titles or one of our members who's been... under-performing lately. I wasn't going to get shot of him (fake laughs), that was just to light a fire under his arse. The point is, I will give Mahavir a chance to pick his poison. When At The Soundless Dawn comes 'round, he will have the chance to face any oneof these lads here with me. But if that eejit thinks for a moment that...
*Suddenly, the team's conversation is interrupted as Tim Cruiz, Lull Songstra, and Zed Pine all stroll up from behind, also heading down to the ring, as they suddenly stop after spotting their opponents for this week.*
Lull: AHOY! SONS OF IRELAND!
O'Hare: Speaking of eejits... How're yeh's there lads?
Pine: Oh... my dear Pat O Pear, you scottish devil. It looks like it's gonna be your boys taking on my stars this week. Yeah, I know it's a bit unfair, but don't worry... my boys won't make ya look too foolish. I mean, we just want to beat ya, not humiliate ya... though if that happens, suppose it would be a bit unable to be helped...
Aidan: Now hould on a second there lads! What gives you the impression that you can even get the job done?
Sean: Aye. Here, me & him, we're former tag-team champions, so we are. What have youse done, heh?
Lull: I THINK WE ARE GETTING OFF TASK! ZED, DON'T FORGET THE CASK!
Cruis: Yeah... I just want to beat down these leprechauns and get back to the spa. I can't believe that bubbleheaded owner of ours booked it the same day as my appointment...
O'Hare: NOW JUST A SECOND THERE SON...
Lull: WHOA, ZED! THE EXTRAS ARE GETTING UPSET!
Pine: Settle down Lully. Now O Bare... we don't have to do this the hard way. I mean if ya want... well, I could make it WORTH YOUR WHILE and your boys could go do a bit of diving.
O'Hare: *Cocks an eyebrow* Aidan, Sean, just hold back a wee sec... Okay, Zed, what have you got?
Pine: Yep... now that's the ol' Irish pride. Now ya see... I don't exactly have *makes finger quotes* "pots o' gold" on hand, but I think I've got something... a bit close in value.
O'Hare: I think I like where this is goin'. What is it big lad? Yeh have a need for some new stars in your next production? A big fat contract? I'm a close personal friend of Paulie Shore, y'know... I could get him to appear in a film for yeh... Or is it a bit o' dough yeh've got for us?
Pine: *Reaches into his coat pocket* Here you are, lads... FOUR TICKETS TO LULL'S NEW MUSICAL!
Lull: YOU WILL FIND THIS ONE TO BE MY BEST YET! IT'S ABOUT WILLIAM WALRUS! AND IT'S BASED IN CHINA!
O'Hare: Errr... Aye, I'm sure it's wonderful... *He looks back to his proteges rolling his eyes* O'Hare: ...But we're busy that night.
Lull: I DIDN'T TELL YOU THE DA...
Zed:[Yammering on over Lull] Oh... I see what you want. Yeah... you folks are smarter than I gave ya credit for... well, if you want something else... HAVE I GOT THAT SOMETHIN FOR YOU!
O'Hare: Well, finally, maybe now we're getting somewhere...
*Pine once again digs around in his pocket, pulling out approximately five dollars, winking as he quietly slips it in Coach O Hare's pocket.*
Lull: *to Cruis* I HEAR THAT'S A LOT OF MONEY FOR THEM.
Cruis: *back to Lull* Eh... yeah, I guess it is
*Team Ireland looks on in silent rage, as Pine is still all smiles, flashing the group a thumbs up*
Pine: Alrighty then... I guess we have an understanding there. Good luck fellows... and remember, if you do that job well, there's even more in it for you fellows. Heck... I might just hit ya with the ol' ten spot! C'mon my stars... we have a match to "win!"
Lull: YES MY CAPTAIN!
Cruis: Eh... yeah. I guess we should...
*The trio all quickly head off and out to the ring, as Coach O Hare gives a somewhat flabbergasted look at this pathetic gift he's just recieved. O'Hare reaches into his pocket, removes the dollar bills & tosses them to the floor in rage.*
Sean: Hould on, we could use that for the Cola machine!
O'Hare: We're in BRAZIL, Sean, they won't take American money! If that fat oul' hooer thinks we'll fold for him that easy, he's going to be sorely disappointed. This next feature would be better suited to Hammer Horror than Coming Attraction Productions! *Team Ireland storm off, but not before Sean has grabbed the last few dollar bills that lie on the ground & O'Hare gives him a clip round the ear.*
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Sigma: Current SRW Champ!
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Post by Sigma: Current SRW Champ! on Jul 1, 2007 16:33:19 GMT -5
(On a waterfront in Brazil)
Boyfriend: Isn't this place beautiful, sweetie. The people, the weather, the ocean.
Girlfriend: It most certainly is. Especially with you, darling.
(Boyfriend and Girlfriend kiss)
Girlfriend: I must make a quick stop. I will be back.
Boyfriend: Ok, love.
(Girlfriend goes to restroom, Sigma approaches wearing dark sunglasses and designer suit)
Sigma: Sir, it doesn't sound like to me that you are happy with her.
Boyfriend: Why do you say that?
Sigma: Because you kept on staring at that dancer over there while you were talking sweet nothings to your girlfriend.
Boyfriend: Absolutely not! And how dare you accuse me of staring at that lady over there.
Sigma: Just think about it, she's got a bigger bust and posterior than your girlfriend and she's 10 times as sweet.
Boyfriend: Go on.
Sigma: Plus, she says that she is eagerly awaiting to meet you. She told me that you have the nicest butt around.
Boyfriend: You think so?
Sigma: Absolutely.
Boyfriend: Then I'm off to meet her. If you see my girlfriend, tell her that I found someone better.
Sigma: Ok, have a great time.
(Boyfriend runs off to dancer, Girlfriend comes out)
Girlfriend: Where did he go?
Sigma: He ran off with a street dancer who he thought was a woman but was actually a guy.
Girlfriend: Why?
Sigma: Because he's an idiot. Anyways, want to have a drink?
Girlfriend: Sure, and I'll even buy.
Sigma: Ok, then l'll meet you at the club.
(Girlfriend leaves)
Sigma: If the stars of the EWT are this easy to fool, then nothing is going to stop me from winning the championship. (laughs maniacally)
(Later that night)
Boyfriend: Ok, let's have a look at you.
(Dancer disrobes and shows that she's actually a transsexual)
Boyfriend: SIGMA! WHY DID YOU TRICK ME! (cries like a little baby)
Sigma: (hears the crying) Wow, what a wimp.
SIGMA IS COMING TO EWT!
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Post by Mella Drom Attoc on Jul 1, 2007 17:08:21 GMT -5
*Cue camera to a horrid dressing-room background, colored with the atrocious theme of Coming Attractions Productions. How you wish you could afford those drapes. In the center stands a proud pixie in pink.*
Mella Drom Attoc has a pretentious you-know-you-want-me-but-can’t-have-me look on her face. She taps her skin with a perfectly done nail. Mella: So, I totally got some time off from my hectic schedule of my major hit day-time drama, Evil Twins and Comas, and I just had to announce something extraordinary. You see, what would a major like, show be without my and my boys, Lull Songstra and Tim Cruiz? Totally lame, and you know it. That’s why WE’RE scheduled to appear the The Lively Dawn! Amazing, right? You’re all speechless! Anyway, my personal match is against some chick named Terrence or something. But that isn’t the point. I’d just like to inform you that my bid to get that GDP Championship around my waist is totally meant to be! *She flashes a cheesecake grin to the camera* Can you imagine how my many fans will flock to see my ultimate goal achieved? Ahaha, this is gonna be like, major fun! See you all around, and do get your autograph books out. It’ll skyrocket in price once you add “GNP Championess” To my list of accomplishments! Ta-dahlings!
*The camera fades from Mella’s blown kiss*
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2007 17:32:37 GMT -5
*The camera fades into the EWT arena.*
Announcer: The following contest is an intergender tag team match, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
*Megadeth’s “Peace Sells” blasts over the speakers in ominous fashion; the lights go out, instantly replaced with strobes and multicolors. Immediately the crowd begins to boo, and out steps an unlikely pair…*
Announcer: …from San Diego, California, the team of Jack Jupiter, and Terina!
*Terina steps out, hands on her hips, directing a rather sheepish Jack out from behind, as he looks at her—well, nevermind that. Out steps Jack, as he follows. When the two reach the ring, they both slide in, Jack behind of course. Does he need a reason? Maybe. Once inside, the music dies down, and the lights return to normal. The crowd goes abuzz.*
*The Black Mages version of "Otherworld" starts playig and at the end of the ramp appears both Mysth and Ivy Rosepine.*
Announcer : And their opponents... coming from France... please welcome THE FRENCH CONNECTION !!
*The crowd cheers loudly for the French couple, who is beaming and saluting the crowd, high-fiving some people. They reach the ring and climb into it. They give TJT a defying glare then pose for the crowd, getting a huge pop. Then the music fades away. Terina directs Jack to stay in the ring as she climbs out to the apron; Ivy climbs out as well, leaving Mysth and Jack as the legal people in the ring. The two stare at each other from across the ring, and the ref calls for the bell—the match is now under way!*
DING DING DING!
*Mysth and Jack lock up; Jack applies a headlock and wrenches it in. Mysth quickly forces him out, sending Jack into the ropes and right back into a dropkick. Mysth hits a big elbow drop on Jack, keeping him down and following up into a wristlock down onto the mat. The referee checks to see if the younger Jupiter is ready to give in, but not yet. Holding onto the wrist, Mysth lifts up a knee and drops it onto Jack, making him jostle from the pain of the maneuver. Lifting an arm around Mysth’s head, Jack tries to flip him over for a snapmare. Unfortunately for him, his quicker adversary slips his head out and hits him right in the middle of the spine with his right foot. Jack gives a look of simultaneous pain and disgust, while the fans laugh off what just happened to him. Terina rolls her eyes and Mysth goes for an early cover.*
1!
2!
KICKOUT.
*Jack slides out from under Mysth and kicks one of his legs out from under him, rubbing his upper back with his right hand—by instinct—to make sure nothing of his was broken from the puro-style kick he just received. He stomps the right leg of Mysth a couple of times, bars the leg and drops to the mat. That is, a legbar has been applied! Mysth tries to punch out of it; but Jack’s head is inches out of the reach of his fists. At the very least, this “early encounter” of the match has brought both men near a ring rope. The Frenchman grabs a hold onto it. Within a count of 4, Jack releases the hold. Immediately after, he grabs the leg again, trying to pull Mysth away from the ropes. However, a kick sends him down to the mat, butt-first, delaying Jack enough for Mysth to get up before he can. Jack forearms him once, putting him into a corner; Jack backs up and runs at Mysth, jumping onto him in the fashion as if to hit a monkey flip (which, is unorthodox for Jack). The risk doesn’t pay off, and Jack is pushed flat onto his back, and Mysth goes over to him, picking him up and delivering a well-done side suplex. Mysth goes for another pin against Jack.*
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
*Jack’s kickout is half-hearted, and this is perhaps due to the stunning effect of the hit. Once again, Jack finds himself being picked up, presumably to be hit with another move. Violently, he rakes the eyes, before hitting a ura-nage slam on Mysth and applying a choke down on the mat. Immediately, the referee admonishes him and directs Jack to let go. Of course, Jack lets go, but it’s not long until Jack re-applies the choke on Mysth. Jack drops a knee in the center of the chest, trying to improve the damage dealt. Just as it seems he’ll be disqualified from the recent action, he lets go and scales the nearby turnbuckle.*
Jack: TIME TO EXPERIENCE THE REEEEAL JACK JUPITER–IN ‘SAULT FORM!
*Such a ridiculous telegraph permits Mysth to roll out of the way from an oncoming Jupitersault. Staggering to his knees, he makes a tag to Ivy. The sexually suggestive woman wastes no time and leaps on the top rope, bounces and hits a Leg Lariat on Jack Jupiter who was getting up. Ivy taunts and runs to the ropes for a Shining Witch which sends Jack near the ropes, right in front of Terina. Ivy Rosepine, with a smirk and her arms folded, waits for her opponent to get up. Jack just gets to his knees and tags with Terina. Jack would like the two of thel to go on Ivy, but Terinahe tells him to get out immediately in order to avoid disqualification, as Jack was already near from having his team DQ' d. Ivy goes for a clothesline, but Terina ducks and immediately turns around, doing a chop, to which Ivy replies with a chop of her own, and the two exchange blows for a few seconds, the crowd yelling "WOOO !" at each hit. In the end, Terina slaps Ivy in the cheek so strongly that Ivy seems a bit shocked. This gives Terina enough time to jump on Ivy' s shoulders and perform a Hurracanrana ! She quickly grabs the Frenchwoman' s arm and applies an armbar. Ivy is screaming in pain, she tries to get her arm out of the hold, which only raises the pain. It hurts so bad that Ivy starts waving her feet in all directions, to the point that her left foot eventually touches the ropes. Terina decides to play it safe and immediately breaks the hold. Ivy Rosepine is lying on the ground, nursing her arm, and Terina grabs her by the hair and forces her to come back in the middle of the ring, where she hits the Crocodile Tears and goes for the cover while Mysth looks very anxious.*
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2! KICKOUT !
*They both get up, but Terina is in better shape and is standing very quickly while Ivy is still on her knees. Terina tries to grabs Ivy' s head, but Ivy headbutts her in the belly, then kicks her in the leg, elbows her in the belly and strikes another elbow in Terina' s face and hits an Enzuigiri tjhat send Terina to the mat. Ivy climbs the nearest turnbuckle and goes for a Shooting Star Stomp, but Terina rolls out of the way. Ivy lands on her feet but Terina runs at Ivy and tries for a Rusian Leg Sweep, but Ivy Rosepine turns it to her own advantage and she is the one sweeping Terina by moving her foot forward ! And she goes back to Mysth and makes the tag. Mysth rushes at Terina who' s getting up and hits a Headscissors Takedown. He then picks her up, makes her spin around and hits an amazing Release German Suplex ! Mysth spreads his arms to the crowd and gets a big reaction, which pisses Jack off but also gives Terina enough time to get up. Ivy warns him of this but as he turns, he gets hit with a running elbow by Terina ! She connects and Irish whips him and tries to hit a clothesline, but to no avail as Mysth uses the momentum of the Irish Whip to hit the MYSTHICAL CHOKESLAM !! The crowd goes crazy and Ivy is beaming as Mysth covers !*
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TH-NO !! BROKEN BY JACK JUPITER !
*Mysth looks exasperated and starts to argue with Jupiter. The referee tries to separate both men and to make Jack get out, but Ivy gets involved in this and runs in and hits a Dropkick right in Jupiter' s face ! The ref now turns in her direction, which prevents him from seeing that behind his back, Jupiter just low blowed Mysth and that Terina got up in order to hit the Lucky Shot! Ivy tells the ref what happened and just before he can turn around, Terina lays to the mat and pretends to be still KO' d by Mysth' s finisher, while Jupiter claims Mysth slipped on his lace. Meanwhile, Terina got behind the ref' s back and punched Ivy until she gets stuck against a turnbuckle. The ref looks angry at how Jupiter thinks he' s a fool, he' s about to declare the wealthy pair diqualified but Terina hits a Superplex on Ivy which makes the Frenchwoman land onto the referee, knocking him out !! Mysth is getting up and seeing this, is about to run at Terina, but something suddenly grabs his leg. and makes him fall out of the ring. Suddenly, what made Mysth trip appears completely from under the ring... it' s Ferhago Crow!! And now he grabs Mysth by the hair and puts Mysth' s head between his legs and hits the QUEEN ANNE' S REVENGE ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR !!!! And in the ring, Terina hits another big hurricanrana on Ivy! Just as she staggers up, Jack Jupiter hits a Cyclone Driver, planting the woman’s head right down on the mat! Terina shakes the referee to wake him up and covers Ivy. The ref is still dizzy from the hit he got, forgetting he wanted to disqualify Jack and Terina AND that Ivy isn' t the legal woman !*
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DING DING DING !
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen here are your winners... Jack Jupiter and Terina!
*The crowd boos heavily as "Peace Sells" hits. The lights suddenly flicker and after a few seconds, they get back to normal, revealing that Crow has once again disappeared. Terina shrugs as she climbs out of the ring and heads up the ramp, Jack trailing not-so far behind. Fade into the next segment.*
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Post by xombiehiphop on Jul 1, 2007 20:33:53 GMT -5
We cut to the backstage area where we find a rather odd gathering in the backstage area. And thrust in the middle of all this is Sum Guy
Sum Guy: I'm Sum Guy and I enjoy beverages.
The camera pans over to the group. First consisting of The Draugr..
Wraith who's taping up his fists, eyeing Sum with a look of contempt. He snarls lightly before removing some more tape from his trench coat pocket..
Corpse who's face is concealed by a dark colored hoodie, a few strands of blue hair hanging out, staring down at his palms with wide eyes.
Karma, who is leaning against the supposed leader of this macabre while painting her finger nails. Looking mostly bored when she isn't hurting something.
And Ghost Face himself who has his blonde dreads hanging in front of his pale features and racoon style eye make up. He smirks lightly at the camera.
Finally, a much more colorful and persona is the last of the mix. Madison The Clown Girl. Rainbow colored hair hiding her eyes but the grin on her face matches the rest of the assembled group's demeanor. The insane female curling her fingers around a bright blue, comically over-sized mallet, cocking her head side to side. Behind her is Mr. Bunny who is as stoic and completely silent as usual.
Sum: And I'm here with The Draugr and Madison The Clown Girl. Last week we saw you attack Voltigeur in what was supposed to be a handicap match turned into a six on one assault. ..Why?
Ghost Face: ...Why? Let me tell you a little story...
Madison: YAY! Story time!
Ghost Face: ...When that..idiot..Toomi was in control..people like us..we never got a fair chance. ..Individuals who aren't the norm. Individuals that society shuns. ..They try to convert us with their medication..
Madison: AND crazy houses!
And she's speaking from experience folks..
Ghost Face: ...So we'll fit in...and since we didn't...we were never given opportunities we deserved. We were looked over. Let's backtrack a little. ..Shortly before The Cidal Squad won the tag titles..who defeated them?
Sum: ...Uhhhh...
Wraith: We did, MORON!
Ghost Face: Correct. ...But who became the number one contenders?
Sum: ...T...J...T?
Ghost Face: Bravo. You aren't an entire intellectual cripple. ..And why do you think that happened?
Sum: Well.....
Wraith pulls back his hand as if he were about to strike Sum who shrinks downwards. The green haired horror enthusast barks angrily at him
Wraith: He really IS stupid!
Ghost Face: Because TJT are wealthy. TJT are pretty. TJT fit in with the mold. With the other puppets. Not so surprising...is it?
Madison: Myyyyyy turn!
Madison eagely steps forward slinging the mallet over her shoulders with both hands
Madison: There once was an innocent little clown girl! And she came aaaaaall the way from the great big circus to the EWT! She had dreams! And hopes! And plans! And juuust when she was about to make it big...SOME JERK FIRED HER!
Madi violently slams the mallet onto the ground, drawing an "EEP!" from Sum
Ghost Face: ...And why? ...Because she didn't fit in with society. Because she wasn't their idea of normal.
Corpse pulls back his hood and steps forward
Corpse: But there was such a mistress who valued our talents despite our less than charming appearances. She spoke of ground zero and hence forth it was true. ...The Earthly Goddess, Oceanic...whom we offer our most sincere praises...
Ghost Face: Oceanic allowed us to be as violent and brutal as we ever wished. Voltigeur would not be amongst us if Crauswell had not interfered..but we feel as though living his lie in a delusional chicken costume is punishment enough.
Madison: Love ya, Oceany! Yer the best!
She blows a few kisses
Sum: With all that said...all of you will be in action at Soundless Dawn. ..Against The Wrestle Posse..
Corpse: ..The final nail shall be plunged deep into the hearts of our worthless adversaries whom shall never recover from the blow. ..Shadows of nothingness sweep over those who are unworthy and leave a trail of nothingness..
Madison: And whosoever shall be found ,without the soul for getting down, must stand and face the hounds of hell!
Corpse: ...And rot inside a corpses shell. The foulest stench is in the air..
Madison: The funk of forty thousand years and grizzy ghouls from every tomb are closing in to seal your--
Ghost Face quickly snaps his head towards the two of them
Ghost Face: ....Are you reciting "Thriller"?
Corpse: ..............
Madison: Maybe we are and maybe we ARE.
Ghost Face: Never do that again.
He rolls his eyes for a moment before getting back to the point
Ghost Face: ...We're going to leave Axel and Jobby as skeletal wrecks. ..Karma?
Karma: Oh Axy! Please come save me! I need you so very much!
After overacting Karma gives the camera a cruel smile which quickly turns back to a scowl
Ghost Face: ...And both Karma and dear Madison are apart of the GND Tournament. ..Wouldn't that just be a wretched shame if one of them were to win? Not entirely your idea of a "Girl Next Door"...is it?
Madison: HAH! I'll prove to everyone that I'm not just some other rainbow headed bimbo! Jokes on you! This isn't even my natural hair color!
The lot give her a "Wha?" kind of look before Ghost Face shakes his head and regains his focus
Ghost Face: ...The rest of you? The rest of you faceless souls? There's a question you need to ask yourselfs. ..Do you believe in god? ..Get acquainted with him..because you are the lamb..and we are the slaughter..
Madison: Have'a happy!
Fade out..
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Boku AKA Da Green Guy
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Post by Boku AKA Da Green Guy on Jul 2, 2007 1:14:46 GMT -5
*We fade into a view of backstage, with Candy Girl in full view.*
Candy Girl: Like I'm Candy Girl and I'm here with the Wrestle Pu-
BZZZT!
"We are experiencing Technical Difficulties, please stand by."
*A quick flash back goes to a nameless stage crew member looking nervous as he holds a mic...*
Stage Crew: Uh.... Hi! I'm.... Do I use my real name?
Camera Man: Sure, whatever!
Stage Crew: I'm Stage Crew, and I'm here with the Wrestle... Tenacious J & A...
*A pull back shows Jobby still pink with the "flub" from Candy Girl, while Axel looks stern (concerned with perhaps something else).*
Stage Crew: I just have a question... What do you have to say about what we just heard from Madison and the Draugr?
Axel: *breaks from his concentration* Well, Candy Girl...
Stage Crew: Uh, she had to "go"... I'm Stage Crew, her replacement currently.
Axel: Well, Stag.... You're kidding right?
Stage Crew: My father was an out of work actor with a cruel sense of humor.
Axel: Whatever, I don't care.
Stage Crew; OH SURE! TAKE YOUR ANGER OUT ON THE FODDER!
*He stomps off.*
Axel: What's his problem?
Jobby: I think he was just focusing too much on himself, like a selfish people would.
Axel: *leaning down to pick up the mic* Hmm?
Jobby: ...
Axel: Hey Jay, uh... I left my copy of..... Random 80s object in our locker room.
Jobby: RANDOM 80s OBJECT! I'll GO GET IT!
*Jobby dashes away as Axel rolls his eyes.*
Axel: Draugr... You call us unworthy? You say that we are soulless? I say you scum are the soulless ones. YOU ARE THE UNWORTHY ONES! Every time you've "triumphed" over us... You've always played the numbers game. The Finisher Brawl... When you made my own sister place a noose around my neck before you hung me with it.... Crap-A-Mania... ALL NUMBERS. And look at what your "victories" have done... Nothing! You didn't get anything to show for them! You know why TJT are the number one contenders? As much as it kills me to admit, it's because they are actually able to win without playing such mindless games! You whine again and again about being outcasts. You are nothing but a bunch of jokes! And what's more, by attacking me... By attacking Jobby... You are attacking your fellow outcasts. You say that you are banding together all outcasts that were held down by Toom E. You want the REAL team that's been held down by Tooms? It's US! While your undeserving asses were allowed in Battle Royal, we weren't!
Jobby: *interrupting* FOUND IT! *He hands Axel a Run DMC record.*
Axel: .... NOT THIS THE OTHER THING!
Jobby: I'M ON IT!
*Axel rolls his eyes again as Jobby dashes off. He goes on.*
Axel: Every time he presented a small bit of hope for us to get the tag team titles... HE TOOK IT AWAY! Meanwhile, you got all the chances in the world. But you don't hear us whining about all of this! No, we just press on. Yet a bunch of freaks with a fetish for blood that are given everything in the world don't get a free ride and suddenly all is wrong in the world. Welcome TO REAL LIFE, kids.
Jobby: IS THIS IT?! *Offering a tape of the Cosby show*
Axel: NO!
Jobby: MOVING ON!
Axel: *sigh* And now, you team with the only person that could possibly beat Jay in a "Worst Dressed" contest, that clown chick. Another wannabe outcast that cries about nonexistent problems. The fact is, she wasn't up to snuff and was rightfully fired like the no talent that she is. Perhaps one of the only things that Toomi has ever done right. *He lifts his shades, looking directly into the camera* Karma, I've failed you. I've tried again and again to save you yet all the torture you suffered has you completely lost. But that ends here and now. I will bring you back, at any cost. *He motions hitting his head.* Any cost.
Jobby: Axel, one of your things are being taken away by a guy named Johnathan Thomas...
Axel: SON OF A... I TOLD HIM I WOULD PAY HIM NEXT WEEK!
*Axel runs out of frame.*
Jobby: *clearing his throat, taking a mock serious tone similar to Axel's* So At The Soundless Dawn... I, Axel, along with Jay will send you back to the b-movie from which you came! And if that chick with the great taste in clothes or Floppsie gets involved, then you will...
Jobby: *in his natural voice* Be sent back to Happy Funtime Land! And At The Soundless Dawn... Two best friends will fight for the forces of good! Two brothers will defeat Goomba, Spikey, Koopa Troopa, and Birdo! And afterwards after we defeat King Koopa, the princess Karma will not be in another castle.... She will be returning to Mushroom Kingdom, with us!
Axel: *returning* Hey... There wasn't...
Camera Man: Five seconds...
Axel: *quickly* Draugr, prepare to face the pretty lights...
Jobby: Because you will be seeing THE COLORS!
*Jobby gives a cheesy thumbs as Axel pushes his shades to his eyes with his middle finger.*
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Post by Tha Kid Joker on Jul 2, 2007 11:39:35 GMT -5
The camera fades into a corridor backstage. In the corner of the screen, a little icon saying "EWT.com Exclusive" can be seen, as well as a message that states that this footage comes from 6/23... Juri Sadamoto's birthday. It can be assumed that this is occuring right between Cassinova's match with Gyrate Mahgroin, and Juri's confrontation with Axel Halaway. Immediately in front of the camera, Juri walks along the corridor, being lead from behind by a probably-still-traumatized-from-Mahgroin Cassinova. Cass holds his hands over Juri's eyes so she can not see, and helps her to manuever down the hallway.
Juri: Cassidy, I'm serious. You're going to have to get your hands...
Cassinova: Huh? What's that? You don't value your job? Well shoot, I liked having you around here, too. Well... I guess I'll just have to go talk to that sweet little Hawaiian babe and see what I can do about that...
Juri spins around quickly, looking at him with her eyebrow raised.
Juri: On what grounds? I haven't done anything wrong, and all I want is for you not to touch me.
Cassinova: Really, now? Well, let's just take a look at what you're wearing...
Cassinova pretends to inspect her for a moment, before feigning a surprised look.
Cassinova: Oh-em-gee! You aren't wearing that little dress thingy! Wow, you could get fired for that, you know.
Juri: ...
Sighing, Juri turns around and allows Cassinova to cover her eyes once more. They begin walking forward again, while Cassinova smirks slightly.
Cassinova: Trust me, you're going to love your surprise. I mean, it's your birthday. You knew I was going to hook you up in a major way.
Juri: ...If you cared about me, you would give me the gift of peace.
Cassinova: Peace? Peace is overrated. I'm giving you the gift of awesome. You get to experience perhaps the greatness night of your life.
Juri: I somehow doubt that.
Cassinova: Shhh! We're here.
The two stop... right outside of Cass' lockerroom. Cass uncovers Juri's eyes, and she appears thoroughly disappointed. She turns around and looks at Cass, unsure and slightly vexed.
Juri: And... we're outside of your lockerroom, why?
Cassinova: Well...
Juri: Cass, I don't think I like where this is going...
Cassinova: Just trust me! You're going to love me for this. Now, open the door...
Juri raises her eyebrow, wondering how something as simple as a harmless stipulation in a match could've come back to haunt her this many times. Slowly, she turns back around and grips the doorhandle, sighing before opening the door. She pushes it all the way open and steps in, while a camera on the inside catches her very confused face.
Juri: What the hell?
Cassinova: It's great, isn't it? I thought that all of this time in the US might've possibly gotten you homesick... so I wanted to remind you of home on your special day.
The camera pans around to show Cass' lockerroom... now with 100% more Mexican. Red, white, and green flags are scattered on the walls, a pinata hangs in the middle of the room, a large banner that says, "FELIZ NAVIDAD, JEWELRY!" hangs across the ceiling, and about a half dozen things sit in various parts of the room, covered in black tarps. A Mariachi band plays a Mexicanized version of "Square Dance" as Juri takes all of this in. Cass walks up beside her and pretends to wipe a tear from his eye, before putting on a sombrero and placing one on Juri's head as well.
Cassinova: Your silence says it all. I really went all out for this one.
Juri: I... you... but, I...
Finally getting a coherent thought, she whirls around to tell him something. Before she has the chance to go off, she notices a small gift extended to her from him. She looks down on it, quietly speaking.
Juri: ...What's this?
Cassinova: A gift. I got it for you.
Juri raises her eyebrow, and slowly accepts it from him. She looks uncertain at it, and places it onto a nearby table.
Juri: Uh, thank you, but I think I'll open that later...
Cassinova: (Shrugging.) Fair enough. But... today is not about gifts! It's about enjoying all of the fine cultures of El Mexicanland!
Juri: ...Mexicanland?
Cassinova: No, El Mexicanland. You've gotta put "El" in front of everything in El Mexicanland. Duh. (Shaking his head in disapointment.) You can be really flakey sometimes, you know that? But regardless, let's have ourselves a party!
Juri: A party? There's no one here but us!
Cassinova: Don't be so sure! Sanchez, hit me!
The camera cuts to the Mariachi band in the corner, who bust out in a re-telling of the song, "Hips Don't Lie". Cass then grabs Juri by the arm, pulling her over to a long table lined with food. Much to the ire of the Japanese/Irish woman, on the table may be the worst representation of Spanish-Mexican food on this side of the Atlantic.
Cassinova: You don't have to thank me. I really outdid myself on the catering. Let's see... (Pointing at the food as he speaks.) Taco Bell... uh... Taco Shack... Taco Hut... Muchos Tacos... some more Taco Bell... uh.. oh! Got some sushi here...
Juri: (Facepalming.) Sushi isn't even Mexican! (Suddenly looking up, as if just realizing something.) Wait, hold that thought! Neither am I! Sushi is good! You just did something almost righ...
Before she can finish, Cass too makes the realization that sushi isn't Mexican, and doesn't hesitate before grabbing it and flinging it over his shoulder. Juri looks downtrotten and Cass strokes his chin.
Cassinova: Hm... that shouldn't have been there. Well, you're welcome to enjoy the rest of the food.
Juri: Yeah, thanks. I think I'll pass.
Cassinova: (Shrugging.) Your loss. I'll just let the band know that they can have the food. Hey, Martinez!
The trumpeteer of the Mariachis stops playing and looks at Cass.
Cassinova: Tengo un grande, feo gato en mis pantelones!
The Mariachi band stares at him in silence for a moment, before bursting out in hysterics. Juri shakes her head and sighs, as Cass looks confused at what they could be possibly laughing at. All he did was tell them that they could eat the take-out...
Cassinova: Well, uh, anyway, let's play some Pinata!
Juri: I don't really think that's a good id--oh my god, is that a Crauswell Pinata?!
The camera spins to show a scaled down, brown Gryphon Pinata, hanging from a string by the neck with "LOSER" painted on the side in red, childish letters.
Cassinova: Cha. If you notice, I customized it myself and everything. You'd be amazed what they sell at EWT's website. It's where I got that little gift over there, as well.
Hearing this, Juri quickly runs over to the small little package from before, tearing apart the paper and opening the box, pulling out...
Juri: ...Is this my Senshe mask?!
Cassinova: Uh-huh...
Juri: Where did you get this?!
Cassinova: I just told you...
Juri: They sell replicas of my Senshe mask?! Must they attempt to make money off of everything?
Cassinova: Eh... no. That's actually the genuine mask that you used. Smells like you and everything. It was in an auction.
Juri: They found and auctioned my mask?! And you bought it?!
Cassinova: Wrong again, sexy. Some little punk in Jersey bought it. I had to hire some internet hacker nerds to track him down to get it from him.
Juri: So you payed some guy for my mask?
Cassinova: I... guess you can say that. I didn't pay him straight cash, though. I did some... things, that I'm not particularly proud of... But, but... I got it for you! Don'tcha love it?
Juri is silent as she slips the mask back into her pocket. Cassinova looks like a child who just showed their school artwork to their parents, waiting for Juri's response and hoping not to be crushed. Juri sees this, and sighs before crossing her arm and looking around the room.
Juri: It's.. it's fine, thank you. (Rolling her eyes.) So, what else do you have in here?
Cassinova: Don't you want to hit the Pinata?
Juri: No...?
Cass seemingly produces a bat out of nowhere, offering it to her with puppy-dog eyes. Juri groans and takes it away from him, heading back toward the Pinata.
Cassinova: Now, where's that blindfold?
Cass turns around and begins looking around the room for it. As he does this, Juri can't help but look at the bat, before looking at Cass. She raises an eyebrow, and looks back at the bat, before once again glancing at Cass. Back at the bat, back at Cass... and she shrugs, thinking "Eh, what the hell." She then brings the bat up to her shoulder and aims for Cass' lowerback, bringing her foot forward and swinging. Just then, Cass turns back around to say something, just in time to jump out of the way.
Cassinova: Woah! Jesus Christ, Jewelry! You almost hit me with that! Forget about the blindfold, you don't need it! Just let me get far out of your way, and you take your time with the whole "aiming" thing.
With that, Cass slowly backs away to a safe distance. Juri looks at him with an annoyed expression, immediately throwing the bat to the floor and looking behind herself at the Crauswell Pinata. She then takes a step back, points to the Pinata, to which Cass nods his head anxiously. Shortly after, she uppercuts the hell out of it, driving her arm straight through the Gryphon without much effort, to which Cassinova looks perplexed. As soon as she feels what is inside, however, she closes her eyes and nods her head slowly with the "Yep, shouldn't have done that..." face. Cass strokes his chin hairs and leans to one side, trying to imagine her uncomfortability right now.
Cassinova: Yeah... smart one, buddy. You know I love you, Jewels, but you should really cut down on hanging with that Synthy chick. I think she's starting to rub off on you...
Juri finally opens her eyes slowly, pulling her now greasy arm out of the Pinata, thus unplugging it and causing its contents to spill to the floor: Beans, and lots of them. Juri shakes as much of the gunk off of her as she can, before looking up at Cass angrily.
Juri: What the hell?
Cassinova: Aw... you didn't even get the surprise inside!
Juri: Yeah, I think I see the beans, Cass...
Cassinova: Oh, no no no... those are just there as filler. The real surprise is deeper in there. Gotta dig a little bit for it, though...
Juri: Wait, slow down. You used beans as filler for a Pinata?
Cassinova: Well, Gonzales over there told me that it was Mexico's version of that plastic grass stuff you put in Easter baskets...
The camera cuts to the Mariachis, now laughing harder than ever.
Cassinova: But yeah, get in there and get your surprise, woman! I pulled a lot of strings for it!
Juri stares at him for a while, before cautiously reaching her hand in and feeling around, before pulling out...
Juri: What is... Citizenship papers?! Baka!
Cassinova: Hey! I know that word! It means "Sex God" in Mexican, right? Nice! But yeah... I had my uncle Paulie hook that up for me. Of course, I had to pledge my allegiance to the family mafia to get them, but it was well worth it.
Juri: ...
Cassinova: Is "dot-dot-dot" Mexican for "I love you"?
Juri: ...Are we done yet?
Cassinova: Done? Jewelry, we've just begun! You think I'm the only guy who knows it's your birthday? Psh, I invited your biggest fan to come celebrate with us!
Juri: ...What?
Cassinova: Well, uh, he was the first to reply to my message board post, and he seemed pretty excited about comi...
The door suddenly bursts open, as a crazy, shirtless, screaming guy frantically runs into the camera-frame.
Juventud Guerrera: Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! You're Juri Sadamoto!
Juri: (Weirded out.) Yeah...?
Juventud: You are GOD! You are GOD! I LOVE you! Ohmygod, no wait, oh my you! Because you are GOD! Plus our names are spelled like, the same! I'm Juvi! You're Juri! I LOVE you! You are GOD!
Juri: Oh...... Oh.........kay.......
Juri looks very uncomfortable, staring at this topless and now sweating man, grinning like a madman with googly-eyes through his sunglasses. The self-proclaimed "Mexican [The] Rock" breathes heavily, slobbering over getting to finally meet the woman who he probably got convinced by Cass into believing she's from Mexico. Finally, Cass puts a hand on his shoulder, whispering into his ear.
Juventud: (Eye's lighting up.) Que?!?! Boy, would I?!?!
Cassinova: Thought so, come on in, guys!
Suddenly the door bursts open once more, as about twelve luchadors carrying chairs run into the room, screaming. Almost synchronized, the luchadors set up the chairs and stand next to them, staring almost hungrily at Juri. Juventud quickly joins their ranks, as Juri takes a few steps away from them and looks pleadingly at Cassinova.
Juri: What did you tell them?
Cassinova: That... the winner of a game of Mexican Musical Chairs will be able to go out on a date with you...
Juri: (Flinching as she blushes slightly.) What?! Why?!
Cassinova: Relax... it'll just be as security. You're really going on on a date with me...
Juri: Oh, like that's much better! And besides, I'm not going out on a date with you!
Cassinova: Don't be so sure. But we'll come to that later. Right now, let's enjoy the show. Mexican Musical Chairs in 3.. 2..
Juri: Wait, before they begin, is Mexican Musical Chairs any different than the American version?
Cass just raises an eyebrow and shrugs, snapping at the Mariachis. They instantly begin to play a Spanish version of "Adrenaline Rush", as the Luchadors pick up the chairs and beat the crap out of eachother! Chairs are flying around the room, and there are more arm-drags to shake a stick at. Juri and Cass duck out of the way as the Luchadors jump all around, until one eventually emerges the victor. Juventud Guerrera, having disposed of the nameless, faceless Luchadors, sets up his chair and sits down politely, awaiting to be awarded the victor. Juri and Cass stand up, and C-Nova looks very impressed.
Cassinova: Wow! I've gotta hand it to you, Juice, that was some pretty sweet stu...
Before he finishes, the door is kicked open for a third time, as another Luchador suddenly runs in and blasts Juventud in the head with a chair! Juvi drops as this new person sets up HIS chair, sitting down and crossing his legs. Juri looks vaguely amused, but is pretty appalled by the randomness of this whole incident.
Cassinova: Hm... looks to me like we have a winner! Therefore, the new official security, just in case of the off-chance that Jewelry ever decides to go out with me.... The Former "Chairman" of WCW... La Parka!
The more recently "LA Park" stands out of his chair and folds it up, carrying it out of the room without a word or explanation. The rest of the wrestlers slowly make it to their feet and leave as well, as Cass gives The Juice a little kick as he departs.
Juri: Cassidy... I appreciate what you're trying to do here, but I don't see what a bunch of Luchadors hitting eachother with chairs has to do with my birthday.
Cassinova: Jewelry, Jewelry, Jewelry... should there even have to be a reason to see that? That was the entertainment! But... I can see what you mean. I suppose it's time for the grand finale, eh?
Juri: Th-the... grand finale?
Cassinova: Yes, th-the... grand finale! The finale el grande!
Juri gives him the "..." look as the Mariachis go back to their hysterical belly laughter. Cassinova once again looks clueless, but he shrugs it off and attributes it to the massive amounts of Tequila ingested by the band.
Cassinova: Anyway... Jewelry, I really went all out for this one!
Juri: All out for what?
Cassinova: Well... I've seen your ride, Jewels, and...
Juri: And what? There's nothing wrong with my car.
Cassinova: Wait, hold up now. I didn't say anything was wrong with it... but it's very, eh... unfitting. So...
Juri: Cassidy, you didn't buy me a...
Cassinova: That's right, Jewelry, I bought you a...
Juri: Tell me you did not buy me a...
Cassinova: That's right! I bought you a... well, you seem to already know what it is, so without further ado... and only a few adon'ts... I present to you... packing exactly .6 Horsepower..!
Juri: ...Huh...?
Cassinova: I bought you your very. Own. MULE!
Juri's face drops down about twelve pegs as the door slowly opens to allow a very distraught looking donkey to come into the room. Juri doesn't even notice the donkey, as she can not help but stare at the man leading it.
Cassinova: Eh, just so you know, I'm not very good with names... so, I just kinda gave him a title for you to name it later.
The camera cuts to the side of the donkey, where "Jewelry's Ass" has been shaved into it.
Cassinova: Ah yes, such a fine mule, too. I could ride Jewelry's Ass to Cali and back if I needed to.
Juri is still staring in amazement at the man leading the donkey. With her distracted, Cass sees an opening to say something he would not get a chance to say otherwise.
Cassinova: Plus it's just so beautiful. You have a fine ass, Jewelry, a very fine ass...
Juri is still gazing at the man with the mule's leash in his hands, oblivious to the comment that she would surely find offensive otherwise. After focusing away from her expression, the camera slowly spins to reveal who she's staring at. It turns inch by inch ever so slowly, towards this wonder of a human being. This unimaginable piece of perfect humanity This shiny golden god of man. This... this... Masterpiece. The fans watching on the tron, at home, and yes, Juri, have now fixed their gaze on perhaps the most incredible thing known to man. Chris Masters...
...In a sombrero.
Cassinova: Ah, yes! I see you haven't yet met my good friend Chris yet! Mordetsky, say something to the lady!
Chris Masters: (Closing his eyes and shaking his head.) I'm so sorry about this...
With that, Masters hands Cassinova the reigns and turns to exit, opening the door and walking out into the hallway. After he does, the door closes slowly enough for the camera to catch him throwing up three poses to three gongs, as sparks go off around him. The door then shuts, and we're back to Jewelry... Juri, and Cass.
Cassinova: (Pretty proud of the gig he put together.) So....
Finally, after holding it in this entire absurd segment, Juri's face turns red and she lets out a brief hint of laughter. Cassinova's face lights up at this, and he almost looks in disbelief.
Cassinova: So, you love it! You love me?!
Juri: I... wouldn't say all of that. But, I do appreciate the sentiment...
Cassinova: Well, it's a start!
So happy that he actually.. somewhat impressed Juri with his utter stupidity, he actually picks her up and spins her around. This ends with a swift blow to the head from Juri, before she quickly heads for the door.
Cassinova: Ow... wait, Jewelry, you're leaving your gifts!
Juri: (Standing at the door.) Nova, keep them. I appreciate what you tried to do here, but...
Cassinova: (Walking up to her.) But...
He gives her the puppydog eyes again.
Juri: But... I don't know. Cass, I... well... as much of an idiot you are, you at least lightened my mood, and I'm thankful for that. But...
Cassinova: "But..." Yeah, that's all you need to say. I understand. You still hate me, and that's okay. I'll just let you go, now. I don't want to hold you up any longer.
Juri: (Face softening as Cass opens the door for her. She walks out and stands in the hallway, smiling ever so slightly.) Cassidy.. I don't completely hate you. You can be sweet sometimes, in your own way...
Cassinova: (Face lighting up one more.) Wow, thanks! So does this mean that a couple more of these parties, and we'd be cool enough to f*** every so often?
Juri, face switching instantly from empathetic to appalled, suddenly slams the door in his face and walks off blushing--explaining why she looked the way she did in her run-in with Axel. Cass stares blankly at the door, blinking a few times, before turning around and stroking his chin with a smirk.
Cassinova: (With his devilish grin.) Hm.. it's a start. It's definitely a start...
Cassinova turns around to the band and snaps.
Cassinova: Gomez! Hit me with some GCH!
The Mariachis go into a rendition of "Cupid's Chokehold", and Cass sits down in a chair to enjoy the music as we...
FADE TO COMMERCIAL
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Post by The Line on Jul 2, 2007 16:55:29 GMT -5
We are brought inside a very upscale restaurant, where we see The Cidal Squad, "Insecticidal" Andy Duke and "Sinnercidal" Jonathan Doe. A graphic appears on the bottom right hand corner, saying "Toronto,ON".Duke: Oh, Hello wrestling fans, and welcome to the first ever, and hopefully not last segment of "The Cidal Squad..Fightin' 'Round The World"! This week, we traveled up to the Great White North, Toronto...dramatic pause....Ontario, Canada to be precise. We put the EWT Tag Team Championships up on the line against TJ Wilson, and half 2nd Generation-half 3rd Generation star Harry Smith, and they call themselves the Stampede Bulldogs. Doe: They were a great team but- Duke: Don't Spoil the ending! Doe: Oh, right. Well, they are a great team. Duke: That they are. Well, enough of this jimma-jamma. They say pictures say a 1000 words, and these pictures, THEY MOVE! We go to the video now. A graphic again in the bottom right, saying "The SKYdome". We join this match already in progress, with Jonathan Doe pummeling TJ Wilson in the cornerDuke: *taps microphone* This thing on? Doe: I think it is. This is odd. I've never done commentary on my own match before. Duke: You'll get used to it kid. Hey sports fans! This match, in case you missed it, is scheduled for one fall, and pits the Stampede Bulldogs against The EWT Tag Team Champions, The Cidal Squad, and it is for those very belts. I am "Insecticidal" Andy Duke, and I am joined in the booth by my partner in crime, "Sinnercidal" Jonathan Doe. Doe: Hey Andy, how's it goin'? Duke: Pretty good Jonathan. Pretty good. But lets try and stay focused on the match, ok? Doe: I'm the color guy, I'm never supposed to focus on the match, remember? Duke: I guess you're right. Well, lets get everyone up to speed here. Mr. Doe starting things off with TJ Wilson, and so far has been dominating him. Doe tags out to Andy Duke. Doe Irish Whips TJ. Duke goes for a Lariat, but TJ ducks, rebounds again off the rope and hits hit with a running forearm. Both men are down, and the ref starts the 10 count.Doe: What happened there, huh? Duke: It was just the reflection of the sun, ok? They call that place the SKYdome, but in all reality, it has a retractable roof, and that day, it was open, ok? Only in Canada will you have a stadium called the SKYdome and have it not be a dome. Well, maybe Poland,too. Wilson is able to tag into Harry Smith, and Duke CANNOT tag do in. Smith goes after Duke very quickly. He picks him up, and hits him with a snap suplex. Both men up, and Smith pushes Duke into the corner. Smith begins to lay into Duke with some chopsDuke: Smith channels the spirit of Ric Flair with those chops. Doe: But Flairs not dead Duke: Oh, my mistake. Guess I own you a coke. Duke is able to to "catch" one of Smith's chops, and he reverses it into an arm-bar. Duke: The Torque on that! He might break Smith's shoulder! Doe: Indeed! Duke: Are you EVIL now? Doe: I thought we were supposed to be EVIL. Duke: I guess you're right. Duke lets go of the hold, but not before the damage is done. He tags out to Jonathan Doe. Doe grabs Smith, and picks him up in a powerbomb position, as Duke climbs up into the top rope! Doe manuevers so that Smith is facing Duke. Duke with a Shining Wizard off the top rope, into a powerbomb by Doe! Duke immediently knocks Wilson off the apron. Doe: What do we call that? Duke: I don't know. We need to come up with a name for that. Doe covers Smith.
1 2 3We Cut back to the diner.Winners: The Cidal SquadDuke: Well, that was fun. We're going to the UK next, so until next time Sports fans!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2007 19:39:16 GMT -5
*The camera fades into the EWT arena, overlooking the stage.*
Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first…
*The lights go out, being replaced with flashing strobes and multicolors while “Peace Sells” blares over the speakers—immediately, the crowd begins to boo, and loudly—and out steps Jason Jupiter, back to wearing turquoise pants with gold trim along with his usual entrance attire. With him is Terina, embroidered blue jeans, pink top, and entrance gear also as usual*
Finkel: …representing TJT and being accompanied by Terina, from San Diego, California…weighing in at 217 pounds…JASON JUPITER!
*As he walks down the ramp, throwing insults at the fans with Terina by his side, he eventually reaches the ring. At first he pauses for a moment, but then motions to Terina with his right hand. She climbs up to the apron, hooking her arms in the ropes and facing the crowd, Jupiter facing her from the outside. Just as she begins to flip, Jason slides into the ring, both ending up in the ring with Terina behind him. Immediately she assists him in taking off his leather trenchcoat and jewelry, making sure the referee gingerly carries it to the announce table. As the ref gets back into the ring, the music dies down and the lighting reverts to normal. Terina extends her right arm to Jason, who clutches the hand; she raises his arm, whispering something into his ear, giving him a smug nod as she climbs out of the ring, going to the outside corner closest to him.*
*The lights fade to a dark red, as smoke blankets the entrance way. The haunting opening of "No Quarter" echos throughout the silent arena, as this grandiose entrance leaves them stunned, yet again. As the guitar solo starts, "Insecticidal" Andy Duke rises through the top of the entrance ramp, with his title firmly around his waiste. He takes his time getting to the ring. Suprisingly, he comes to the ring without any help, but that doesn't seem to bother him.*
Finkel: And his oppenent, representing the Cidal Squad...From Chewelah, Washington...weighing in at 215 lbs...he is one-half of the EWT Tag Team Champions.."Insecticidal" ANNNNDY DUUUUUUKE!
DING DING DING!
*Jupiter and Duke advance at each other; Jason grabs Duke’s left arm, spinning around to behind in a hammerlock. From behind, Jason Jupiter cocks the arm up, applying pressure, and opens his mouth of, giving a laugh before slapping Duke in the back of the head with his free arm. He turns his head at the crowd, only to get an elbow to the side of the head courtesy of Andy Duke. Duke wraps his arm around Jupiter, locking a facelock in tight. Forearm smash to the spine! Immediately, another forearm smash to the spine. Jupiter wrenches around Duke’s lower torso, lifting up and hitting a Northern Lights suplex, forcing his opponent to let go and crash to the mat. Jupiter holds a bridge in, and the referee goes to count the pin.*
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*Duke wraps his arms around Jupiter’s torso as well, lifting up and bridging, causing the pin to break. Both men let go, but it isn’t long until they’re right back at it. In an instant, Jupiter lunges behind Duke, applying a gutwrench. Duke runs for the ropes, hitting them and holding on, forcing Jupiter tumbling backwards. As Jason gets up, Andy Duke goes for a clothesline, which Jason ducks by dropping to the mat. As Duke hits the opposite ropes, he comes charging back; Jupiter gets up and goes to leapfrog, but to no avail as the Tag Champion dropkicks him down to the mat. Jason attempts to get back up to his feet, only to get kicked in the side hard enough to send him rolling. The next kick though, isn’t so lucky, as Jupiter executes a drop toe hold and follows up by converting it into a deathlock and bridging.*
*Stuck in the middle of the ring, Duke grabs Jupiter’s hair by the roots and starts pulling, and within seconds after this maneuve, Jason lets go, clutching his head. Duke gets to his feet, dusting himself off before grabbing again at the head of Jupiter and popping him in the mouth with a few forearms. Jupiter fights back, launching a big right and connecting in the face, Duke hits another forearm to the face, and Jupiter launches another right, which Andy Duke catches before hitting another one, and looking to hit a brainbuster, puts Jason in a suplex position. Before he can lift him up, the wily Jupiter hooks a leg within his and attempts to lift as well. But Duke also counters, and overpowering Jupiter, lifts him up, connecting with a brainbuster down to the mat! He quickly covers and the referee begins to count.*
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KICKOUT!
*Duke gets up and goes to argue with the ref, insisting that he had gotten a three worth as opposed to a two. Little does he know of Jason Jupiter staggering up behind him. In an instant, he feels a clutching around both shoulders, surprising him; but before he can react, Jason Jupiter hits a full nelson slam, bringing him down hard! With his left arm, Jupiter massages the side of his neck; the taped-up hand clutching his tense muscles. Unfortunately for him, Andy Duke hits a straight kick right in the gut, knocking the wind out of him and hitting a DDT. As he pulls Jason back up, he places him in a nearby corner, leaving a bent knee sticking out like a step and raking him in the eyes for good measure. Backpedaling, Andy Duke charges at the cornered Jason Jupiter, steps up mid-run and nails him right in the face with a shining wizard, sending him crumpling down to the mat. Duke pulls him away a little bit and goes for a cover.*
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*The ref stops the count, as Jason Jupiter’s left leg has somehow found itself on the bottom rope. Along with Terina outside, who backs away from his leg as Duke gets up and leans over the top rope. She climbs up as well and begins arguing with him, giving a dazed Jupiter enough time to rise to his knees from behind, hit a high elbow to the back of Andy Duke’s head, get back to his feet, turn around, and land The Big Red Spot! Both men are down, and (a still-dazed) Jason Jupiter lays an arm over the fallen Tag Champion. In an instant, Terina drops from the apron, and the referee counts.*
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KICKOUT!
*Both men are still down in the ring, as the ref begins his 10-count. Terina starts to pound on the apron, as to try to motivate Jupiter.*
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*No signs of life are seen from either man until the ref's count reaches 5. At the count of 5 both Jupiter and Duke start to stir.*
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*Duke is almost to his feet, and Jupiter is using the ropes to get to his feet. Duke runs towards Jupiter, but is met with a drop toe-hold onto the second rope, throat first! He might not be able to breathe! The ref has the slight hunch that it might have been intentional, so he has a word with Mr. Jupiter. While the ref's back is turned on Duke, Terina CLOCKS Duke in the head with his own title belt!*
*The ref finally relents with his jaw-jacking, and Jupiter notices the limb body of Duke. He feebly rolls him up.*
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Finkel: Here is your winner, by pinfall JASON JUPITER!
*"Peace Sells" picks back up as the crowd fervently boos. Jupiter just stole this win from Duke. And Doe has seen enough, and he runs down to ringside, but is blindsided by Thunder, who must have come through the crowd! Jupiter goes outside to aid his parter assult the big man, but Doe is not going down without a fight, as punches are being thrown around like baseballs at a Yankee game. Terina jumps up onto the apron to avoid the scuffle, as Duke gets to his feet in the ring!*
*Duke is staring Terina down with a psychotic look, half livid, half smiling, and Terina has no idea. Duke approaches her, and she turns around, startling her in the process, making her almost fall off the apron. She tries to calm him down by begging off, which seems to hold Duke off for a few moments. But before this can go any farther, a mystery woman makes her way from the crowd, making this the second person to come out of the crowd tonight, and pulls Terina off the apron, causing her to crash down to the floor.*
*The other members of TJT are not going to stand for this, as they immediently seperate the two women, as Doe joins Duke in the ring. As TJT furiously make their way up the ramp, this mystery woman joins the Cidal Squad in the ring. Her and Duke eye each other over, both smile, and share an intiment embrace, and then all 3 fix their attention upon TJT,who are now at the top of the ramp as both teams stare at each other intensely, as we fade to commercial.*
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Post by The Line on Jul 2, 2007 20:04:31 GMT -5
Sum Guy is standing backstage as the Cidal Squad and their mystery female cohort enter through the curtain. Duke is holding his head.Sum Guy: Duke? Duke? Duke? What is going through your mind right now? Dukelooks at guy Calmly) AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! That's what's going through my head right now! Did you even watch the match? I got HIT..IN..THE HEAD with a piece of GOLD! I don't need this interview right now, what I need now is an advil and a happy ending. Guy: Speaking of happy endings, may I ask who this lovely lady is? Duke:I- The woman puts her hand on Duke's shoulder.Mystery Woman: I've got this babe. Go sit down, I'll be there in a sec, ok? Duke walks out, and Doe follows him.Mystery Woman: OK, what do you want to know? Guy: First off, who are you? Secondly, you and Duke seem to be close. Whats your relationship with him? Mystery Woman: My name's Alexa. Alexa King. And to answer your second question...( smiles and blushes)....yes, we are very close. Well, I think I have to go. Alexa walks off, and the camera pans to follow her, then pans back to Sum Guy.Guy: Well, you heard it here.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2007 21:13:10 GMT -5
*The camera fades in to a hallway in the backstage area.*
Sum: Hello, I'm Sum Guy, and a woman I dated looked like the American Balloon. I'm here with the number one contender for the Ox-Division Championship, Jack Jupiter!
Jack: Hey Sum.
Sum: You're....friendly.
Jack: Friendly to you, you bet. DO YOU KNOW WHAT?!
Sum: ....what?
Jack: THIS MAN WILL BE YAK-DIVISION CHAMPION BY THE END OF TONIGHT!
Sum: ...What?
Jack: ...Uh.......well...
Sum: Why did you call it Yak-Division Championship?
Jack: Slip of the to--
Sum: And why did you say "By the end of tonight?"
Jack: Because....because I'm the REAL Jack Jupiter, and I ended the career of ULTIMO CHOCULA. Does that NOT show true amazingly great talents?!
Sum: You're the real Jack Jupiter....
Jack: REEEEEEAAAAAL!
Sum: And, who's the "fake" Jack Jupiter?
Jack: Fake? Oh, I got him here... *Jack gives a sharp whistle and a suave looking man with similar hair and garb to Jack walks on camera.*
Man: Do you see me? I'm the fake Jack Jupiter. So what? What do I care? Why am I someone else? Why am I dressed like some loser? Why the f*** did I sign up for this? Well, the money's pretty good...
Jack: Say that with CHARIMMMMA!
Fake Jack: "Charima?" What's "charima?"
Jack: *shakes head* You're not supposed to do this! Talk up to me!
Fake Jack: Yeah yeah, and you'll defeat Cassinova, the current champion, At The Soundless Dawn...blah blah blah, yadda yadda yadda.
Jack: AND YEAH, YOU BETTER FEAR ME, CASSINOVA! BECAUSE WHATCHA GONNA DO BROTHER, WHEN THE REEEEEEEEEAL JACK JUPITER WRESTLES IN A MATCH?
*Fake Jack sighs*
Jack: Yeah, you BETTER sigh, you imposter!
Fake Jack: You're paying me double for this...
*TJT walks by, looking a little steamed from Jason's match.*
Thunder: --which was terrible, and--
Jupiter: Alright Jack, playtime is over. Come on. We gotta blow this joint.
*Terina notices Fake Jack*
Terina: *waving* High Jack....wanna go out?!
Fake Jack: WOULD I? You bet. Just....when?
Terina: Come with us, and I'll tell you when...
*Fake Jack chuckles and joins the trio. Jack looks down and birsts into tears.*
Jack: ....wayyagh waamma waawaa!....
*Jack shakes his head and brings up the rear, as the camera fades out*
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Post by Mella Drom Attoc on Jul 2, 2007 23:38:17 GMT -5
*"I'm Shipping Up To Boston" begins playing. Coach O'Hare appears. He is flanked on either side by Sean McCann & Aidan Donnelly. All three men are pretty pissed off looking (except Sean who has a few dollar bills sticking out the top of his pants).*
David Penzer: The following tag-team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, proudly representing their home country of Ireland, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, at a combined weight of 396lbs... Aidan Donnelly & "The Don Jaun of Donegal" Sean McCann... TEAM IRELAND!
*The green, white & gold pyro explodes at the top of the ramp as all three throw their hands in the air before continuing on down to the ring. Once in the ring O'Hare continues waving the flag like Billy-o. Aidan & Sean ascend a turnbuckle each & throw their arms out.*
*An angelic music sounds out as a spotlight centers on a spot on the stage. After it plays, the first few bars of "I Would Do Anything For Love" by Meatloaf starts. After a minute and a half of dead air as Team Ireland waits in the ring, Lull rises from below the stage basked in golden light and a golden robe. He throws the robe back as he lifts the mic to his mouth. He loudly clears his throat as the music ends.*
Lull: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, CHILDREN OF ALL AGES... THE PART OF THE ONLY INDIVIDUAL WITH PLATINUM TONES WILL BE PLAYED BY THE BIGGEST STAR FROM OFF-BROADWAY... ME! LLUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL SONNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! AND INTRODUCING THE MAN THAT WILL PLAY THE PART OF THE GREATEST ACTOR TO EVER LIVE... THE LEGEND FROM THE SILVER SCREEN... MY BEST FRIEND, TIM CRUIS!
*"Blockbuster" plays as Lull sings the lines of the song, much to the crowd's hatred. It grows worse as he starts humming the song. Tim Cruis bursts out from the back, looking quite sure of himself as he struts down the rampway, joining Lull's side and nodding, as Zed and the camera guy follow them both down the rampway, an extravagant golden pyro spraying from the sides of the ramp as they move further down it, Lull blowing kisses to his adoring public, who just glare back. The two enter the ring.*
*Lull motions to his partner that he will grace the ring first as Aidan eagerly waits in the center of the ring. The singer turned wrestler gives a huge wink to Zed before stepping out to meet Mr. Donnelly. The referee calls for the bell.*
*Lull pulls back for a hard punch before stopping and poking Aidan in the chest. Lull turns to bask in the cheers, and recieves none. As he turns back, he is shocked to find a confused and slightly pissed Aidan. Lull nods and holds up a finger, seemingly knowing what Aidan is thinking. He runs to the ropes and swings his fist in a roll. As he reaches Aidan, he runs past him and runs to the other side. Looking dumbfounded, Coach O'Hare looks to be a loss for words outside the ring. Lull comes back to Aidan and again runs past him. At this point, Aidan doesn't know whether to laugh or be angry at this current situation. Again, Lull returns back at Aidan with a fist cocked at the ready. Before Lull can do anything more, Aidan cracks Lull in the face with a fist to a HUGE pop from the crowd. Lull slams down to the mat and rolls out next to O'Hare.*
Lull: WHAT IS GOING ON!? I THOUGHT THIS WAS TAKEN CARE OF!
*Before Zed can answer, Aidan crashes his feet into Lull via a Baseball Slide. The captain of Team Ireland says nothing as Zed looks at him in disbelief. Donnelly violently pulls Lull to his feet and throws him back into the ring. As Lull crawls on his hands and knees to his partner, Aidan stomps on his head then pulls him up to his feet. One IRISH Whip later Lull rests in the turnbuckle, completely open for a combo of European Uppercuts. Again, and again, and again, and again Lull's head bounces back from the blows of Aidan. After the onslaught is over, the "only man with platinum tones" falls into the arms of Donnelly. Only to be thrown overhead into a snap Belly to Belly Suplex. Songstra lands harshly on his back.*
*Aidan, fed up with this "opponent", walks over to tag in Sean. In a flash, Sean leaps over the ropes and into the ring. As Lull makes it to his feet, he is meet with a Hurricanrana from Sean that sends him flailing into his own corner. By sheer luck, he blindly tags Cruis who was admiring a woman in the third row. The movie "star" steps into the ring as the crowd goes mild. He rushes forth towards Sean, who levels him with a Tornado DDT. Cruis quickly recovers and rolls back to tag the not yet recovered Lull. Lull enters the ring looking weary as Cruis "rests" back at his post. Sean pushes Lull back for an Irish Whip but is shockingly met with a U B Flat! Lull lays flat on the ground as Sean bounces to the side of Lull. Unfortunately for Songstra, Sean almost pops back up from the blow. Sean, is momentarily woozy. But he manages to pull off a Double Stomp on to Lull's chest. Lull sits up again in pain & tries to make the tag to Cruis. Cruis' attention is focussed back on the lady in the third row. She seems uninterested, but Cruis continues to blow her kisses & wink at her. Sean grabs a hold of Lull's leg & drags the singer back to the Team Ireland corner. Tim hears Lull's cries for help & turns to look in the ring again. Once he sees that Lull is far out of his reach, Tim returns his atentiom to the lady in the audience. Sean sees this & looks towards Aidan & O'Hare as if to say "Are these guys for real?". Sean makes the tag to Aidan, who in turn looks to Sean as if to say "Really?". Aidan grudgingly steps in the ropes & decides just to whip Lull right across the ring to his own corner. Lull manages to make a somewhat inadvertent tag to Cruis. Cruis gets all pissed at Lull before moving on into the ring. As he does so, he makes a "Call Me" motion to the woman in the third row.*
*Aidan is all excited that he might have some real competition now that the biggest man in the match is in the ring with him. Cruis seems less than interested to be there. But he runs towards Aidan & goes for a clothesline. Aidan ducks & hits a dropkick to Cruis' back. Tim gets hung up in the ropes 619-style & Aidan nods towards Sean. Sean runs along the ring apron & performs a Famouser to Cruis. Cruis bounces back into the ring & Aidan drags him back to his feet. Aidan is about to aim a blow at Tim's face, but the actor screams "NOT IN THE FACE!". Aidan knees Cruis in the gut & takes him over with a Suplex, then a second & finally a Brainbuster to complete the "Triqueta". Aidan goes for a cover on Cruis...*
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KICKOUT!
*Cruis may not have much interest in facing Team Ireland, but he certainly isn't about to lose the match! Aidan kicks Cruis in the ribs & drops an elbow on him. Aidan drags Cruis back to his feet, but Cruis fights back. He hits Aidan with the "Close Up" & whips him off towards the CAP corner. Tim holds Aidan's arm & tags in Lull. Lull looks unsure. But he enters anyway now that Aidan's been somewhat softened up. Lull aims for "It's All The Same" & takes Aidan down. Nobody is more surprised by this than Lull himself. Lull runs to the ropes looking for the "Gene Kelly Special", but Aidan rolls out of the way at the last moment & Lull crashes on the canvas. Aidan drags Lull up by the hair & gives him a violent Exploder Suplex! Lull yelps, bouncing hard off the mat, as Aidan nods, mockingly singing the scales to the crowd's unusual delight, as Lull staggers to his feet somehow. Aidan sends him off the ropes, then catching him as he comes back with a Northern Lights, bridging for the pin. *
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KICKOUT!
*Lull once again manages to kick out, groaning as Aidan nods, lifting him up and walking over to tag in Sean, as he grabs him for a German Suplex, Sean then charging forward and hitting an STO at the same time, spiking poor Lull into the mat, clutching again at his neck as he rolls around in pain, Zed shaking his head and watching this beating continue. The Irish lads pull Lull back up, hoisting him for a Double Atomic Drop, only for Lull to miraculously counter, into a two man bulldog, planting them both face first into the mat! The crowd, O Hare, and Zed all look on in disbelief as Lull starts desperately crawling towards the corner. Tim turns around, watching and sighs, reluctantly taking the tag. He runs over, delivers a quick stomp or two to both Sean and Aidan, before quickly zipping back over and tagging in Lull. Songstra awwws, looking quite haggered as Zed seems to notice their plight, walking over to the camera guy now, as both Lull and Tim enter the ring now, pulling Sean up, setting him up for Fifteen Second of Pain! Sean however manuvers out of his position, catching Lull as he comes off the top just in time with a dropkick to the face! He groans, crumpling to the mat, as Tim watches on quite disbelief, Aidan also back up, grinning and chasing Cruis off and out of the ring, as suddenly, the Cameraman hops onto the ring apron, as O Hare watches this... looking absolutely appalled, the man swinging his camera right at Sean, who turns around, catching it just in time and bashing Lull as he rises up in the face! The referee however sees this in plain sight as Zed informs him just in time... calling for the bell.*
Dave Penzer: Ladies and Gentlemen... your winners of the match by disqualification, Coming Attraction Productions!
*The crowd boos angrily as Lull quickly rolls out of the ring, a huge grin on his face, as he bows before the crowd, Tim also quickly returning to the ring, flashing the paying fans a very confident look, as they boo quite loudly, Team Ireland meanwhile looking on in total shop, as O Hare yells angrily, running over and delivering a hurley to the face of the random camera man, calling for Aidan and Sean to join him, as they shrug, walking over and also stomping away at the hapless camera toting man as CAP watches, not seeming to care as they proudly exit the ring area, happy with their victory.*
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Post by Virus aka Captain No-Nuts on Jul 3, 2007 18:21:51 GMT -5
*We fade into a makeshift outdoor arena in Sao Paulo, Brazil. Loads and loads of EWT fans, of all nationalities, are crammed into barricaded sections, and they're making quite a lot of noise.*
Howard Finkel: The following NO-HOLDS-BARRED contest is scheduled for ONE FALL, and is for the number-one contender's spot for the EWT Tri-State Title!
*"I'm the King of My World" by Saliva reverberates throughout the arena seats as John "the Lion" Valentine makes his way out of the curtain. He steps up to the stage area and performs his signature taunt, pulling his hand to his cheek as if pulling the string on a bow. He struts to the ring, slapping the few hands that extend his way.
Howard Finkel: Introducing first, from Oak Harbor, Washington, weighing in at 225 pounds, being accompanied by Andy “The Eagle” Davidson, JOHN... "THE LION"... VALENTINE!
*Davidson struts alongside Valentine, brandishing his famous snooker cue, as they both stop at the ring apron. They look at each other, nod and slide into the ring in unison. They both return to their feet and begin to warm themselves up as Valentine’s music fades. *
JR: Well folks, we all know that in recent weeks Virus has avoided answering any questions and show a lot of contempt toward his former employer, The Lewiston Wrestling Federation.
King: You’re right JR. Valentine made his start there as well as Virus. I wonder what could be running through Virus’s mind and why he’s not taking questions?
PA (Virus's voice): PREPARE... TO BE... INFECTED!
*The crowd jolts to life as "Purify" by Lacuna Coil hits over the loudspeakers. The “Fink” goes through her introduction, which is overshadowed by JR speaking.*
JR: Well King, we may not get any answers, but this match is sure to be a barnburner! If Virus wins, he gets to reclaim his title shot against Oceanic at the At The Soundless Dawn pay-per-view on July 9th! But if John "the Lion" Valentine wins, he will certainly prove to the EWT locker room that he is ready to hang with the big boys! A lot on the line for both men here... but where's Virus?
Indeed, Virus is nowhere to be found. Howard raises the microphone to his mouth as Virus's music restarts.)
Howard Finkel: And his opponent... from Lewiston, Idaho, weighing in at 290 pounds... he... is... VIRUS!
*Again, Virus doesn’t appear.*
King: Where is he? I know he's here, I've seen him! So why isn't he coming down to the ring to try and reclaim his title shot?
JR: I don't know, King, but I do know he needs to get down here or he's never getting another shot again!
*Valentine, for his part, looks slightly angry and slightly disappointed at Virus's no-show. He goes to grab the microphone from Finkel, as if he is going to try and draw Virus out, but before he can speak, he is cut off by ISIS's "From Sinking" blaring over the speakers, to the immediate dismay of the crowd!*
JR: Oh, for the love of... what's Oceanic doing out here?
*The Eagle grips his snooker cue as Oceanic smiles serenely walking down to the ring, Tri-State Title around her waist and microphone in hand. She doesn't say a word until she gets to the ring, and then stands in the middle of the ring, smiling and glancing at Valentine and Davidson before finally speaking.*
Oceanic: Just as I thought... Virus once again has decided to not show up for a match. Face it, Virus... you just can't accept the fact that I could outwrestle you any day of the week! *
*The crowd boos.*
Oceanic: But I'm gonna’ give you one last chance. You see... I'm going to give you until the count of ten to get your yellow-tailed ass out here, or I'm going to call this match over by forfeiture and give the title shot to your little friend here!
*"The Lion" looks shocked at this news, and the crowd gasps before booing Oceanic with renewed vigor. Before she can even begin her ten count, however, "Purify" hits again and Virus positively charges the ring.*
JR: OH MY! Virus sprinting down to the ring, and he does NOT look happy with the interim General Manager!
King: He'd better watch it, JR, or he'll find himself in the unemployment line!
*Virus lets loose on Oceanic, yelling at her with a towering rage unlike anything ever seen from the big man before. Oceanic just takes it all in, smiling, until finally Virus seems to tire of yelling at her and turns around... RIGHT INTO A STANDING DROPKICK FROM JOHN "THE LION" VALENTINE! Virus immediately gets back up to his feet as Oceanic rolls out of the ring and pulls up a chair right by the timekeeper. Referee Lee calls for the bell.
The bell rings out, signifying the beginning of the match. Davidson slides outside to the ring apron to watch.
Virus charges at Valentine, only to whiff on the lariat attempt and turn around into another standing dropkick. Virus returns to his feet once more, and Valentine bounces off the ropes in a shoulder block, staggering the big man and bouncing off the ropes again for another shoulderblock. This one connects as well, and Valentine bounces off the ropes for a third try, but only to eat a BIG BOOT from Virus, taking Valentine down in one swift, powerful blow!
Virus picks Valentine up and gives him a furious knife-edge chop across the chest. The crowd "WOO"s along with the chop, and Virus hits another chop for good measure before tossing Valentine into the ropes. Virus hip tosses Valentine on the rebound, but Valentine pops right back up to his feet and bounces off the ropes once more, only to be hip tossed once again. This time Virus takes the advantage and elbow drops Valentine before beginning to stomp away at his former LWF coworker. Four, five, six, seven stomps, until Virus finally tires of it and drags Valentine up into the front chancery. Virus looks around and signals for the Infection, looking for an early end to this match, and lifts Valentine up into the stalling brainbuster position!*
JR: Virus looking to put this one away in a HURRY!
King: It's over! He's got the new kid up, no way he'll kick out of the Infection!
*Virus holds John "the Lion" Valentine up for a few moments, spinning around so that he can lock eyes with Oceanic. Oceanic's expression does not change, and for a moment Virus looks like he's going to hit the Infection, but VALENTINE REVERSES INTO A SPIKE DDT! Virus is down on the mat, and John "the Lion" Valentine nips up as the crowd goes wild at the reversal!*
King: AHHH! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! VALENTINE JUST REVERSED!
JR: Virus's head just bounced off that unforgiving ring! I'm not sure he knows where he is right now!
*Valentine pauses for a moment, breathing hard at the exertion from the reversal, before rolling out of the ring and rummaging under the apron! The crowd pops as Valentine throws a trash can full of weapons and at least one stop sign into the ring, followed quickly by a steel chair!*
JR: Valentine realizing that he's going to need an equalizer to take down Virus here, and although I don't think he's too happy about it, it's certainly the smart move!
*Valentine does indeed look unhappy with bringing the weapons in, but as he grabs the steel chair, it doesn't matter much, as Virus slowly gets up to his feet, back turned to "the Lion". Virus slowly, but surely turns around... and...
CLANG! The impact reverberates all around the ringside area, even in the outdoor setting, as the chair bounces sickeningly off of Virus's skull. However, the big man doesn't go down, just staggering as Valentine rears back and makes another home run swing, connecting, but still only staggering Virus. Valentine finally bounces off the ropes and goes for a full lunging strike, but VIRUS CATCHES HIM AND POWERSLAMS HIM DOWN TO THE MAT! Virus rolls off before the referee can count the pinfall, and both men are down for a few moments as the crowd chants "EWT! EWT! EWT!".*
JR: Good lord what a powerslam! I think he may have just broken John "the Lion" Valentine in half!
*Virus rolls away, shaking the cobwebs out of his head, and stumbles across the stop sign. A wicked smile spreads across his face, and he picks it up before using it as a guide to get himself back up to his feet. Meanwhile, across the ring, Valentine is using the ropes to get back up, and is just barely back up to his feet before Virus charges at him with the stop sign! Valentine drops to the mat, but Virus can't stop in time, and the stop sign bounces off the ropes and hits Virus square in the forehead! Virus drops the stop sign with a clang and crumples to the mat for a moment as Valentine rolls out onto the apron, looking apparently for a springboard type maneuver, but because Virus is starting to feel foggy from the repeated hard shots to the head, he needs to use the ropes for balance! Virus gets back up to his feet, but Valentine kicks him hard in the gut and delivers a devastating Liontamer, driving Virus's throat HARD across the top rope! Valentine drops to the outside as well as Virus drops to the mat, clutching his throat, glassy look in his eyes, and blood dripping from his forehead!*
JR: LIONTAMER! LIONTAMER! LIONTAMER! BAH GAWD ALMIGHTY, LIONTAMER FROM VALENTINE ONTO THE TOP ROPE! GOOD LORD!
King: What a move! This guy might have some potential!
*The referee begins his ten count, not for Valentine being on the outside, but for a double knockout situation, as he checks both men for signs of life before making each count.
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JR: This is basically the first break in the action this entire match! These two men are laying their careers on the line, one to prove himself and the other to regain a shot at the Tri-State Title! But good god almighty, at what price will their victory come?!
2! Oceanic stands up momentarily to check Virus for signs of life, which he hasn't given. He remains motionless on the mat, losing blood with every heartbeat.
3! Valentine, however, is moving, and he checks under the ring once more... and looks pale at what he sees. Nevertheless, the crowd pops BIG TIME as Valentine slowly drags a table out from under the ring. The referee stops his double KO count and begins a 10-count for Valentine being outside the ring. It is, after all, No-Holds-Barred, not no-countout.
1! Valentine picks the table up and tosses it into the ring before rolling in himself. Virus has begun to stir, however, he is not back up to his feet as Valentine sets the table up about 6 feet away from one of the turnbuckles. Valentine turns around, only to eat a faceful of KENDO STICK as Virus swings for the fences out of desperation and connects! Virus drops the cane and stumbles over to the opposite ropes to shake the final cobwebs out of his head, and as he does so, the camera cuts to show that he hit so hard Valentine is now busted open! Valentine jumps up to his feet, however, as feeling his own blood seems to have reinvigorated him, and charges towards Virus! Virus charges towards Valentine as well, having caught his second wind, and the two men start to fist fight, much to the crowd's delight!*
JR: And now the two men just forgetting the wrestling and going after each other with haymaker after haymaker! Good lord almighty, what a slobberknocker!
The two men punch and kick at each other for what seems like an eternity, trading blow for blow and neither man giving an inch, each man's head wound opening up further at each shot, until finally Valentine blocks a right hook from Virus and hits a nasty left uppercut! Virus staggers back, shocked, and Valentine takes advantage, nailing a stiff right to the jaw, and Virus looks to be out on his feet, swaying dangerously... Valentine sizes Virus up, and hits the CORONATION! Virus drops to the mat after the chop to the throat. Andy “The Eagle” Davidson, slides his snooker cue to Valentine and he grabs it. Lifting the cue high above his head, Valentine let’s out a roar. The crowd tenses up as the cue comes swinging down. A loud “SLAP” echoes throughout as the cue breaks in two over Virus’s chest. The crowd screams in delight as Valentine pounces for the pinfall.
1!... 2!... NO! Virus kicks out just in time! The crowd "aahh"s at the close call, and Oceanic sits back down after leaping to her feet to get a closer view. Valentine is unperturbed, and begins to drag Virus over to the turnbuckle with the table in front of it!*
King: Oh oh, what could Valentine possibly have planned here?
JR: Whatever it is, it does NOT bode well for Virus! That table isn't exactly covered in barbecue sauce, y'know!
*Perhaps Valentine is a little foggy himself after the events of the last few minutes, as he wrenches Virus's arm and goes for the OLD SCHOOL! He deftly balances as he walks on the top rope... only for Virus to desperately bounce into the ropes, knocking Valentine off balance and crotching him!*
JR: Valentine's going to be singing soprano for a week after that desperation move from Virus!
*Virus, however, isn't done, grabbing Valentine by the throat and climbing the turnbuckle himself. He looks at Valentine with a cold, almost lethal glare in his eye, looks to the table, then to the crowd, then to Oceanic, who suddenly looks pale.*
JR: My GOD, NO!!! He can't be thinking what I think he's thinking!
*Referee Lee tries to wave Virus off the top ropes, but of course Virus doesn't listen, standing on the top turnbuckle and lifting a struggling John "the Lion" Valentine up into the air with him. Virus then makes the cut-throat motion, gives out a blood-chilling scream, then CHOKESLAMS VALENTINE OFF THE TOP ROPE AND THROUGH THE TABLE! The crowd immediately begins 3 separate chants of "PLEASE DON'T DIE!", "HOLY S**T!" and "EWT! EWT! EWT!" as Virus gasps for breath, still standing tall on the top turnbuckle. Referee Lee goes to check on Valentine, lying amongst the wreckage of the broken table, but doesn't get far, as Virus screams something audibly.*
Virus: "GET THE F*** AWAY FROM HIM!!!"
*Referee Lee jumps out of the way quickly at the startling fury in Virus's voice, and Virus leaps up into the air into a SHOOTING STAR PRESS! He connects, and stays on Valentine's limp form for the cover!*
Referre Lee: 1! 2! 3!
*The bell tolls.*
JR: Bah Gawd what a brutal match! These two former coworkers laid it all on the line here tonight, and left it all in the ring, but in the end Virus emerged victorious! He will go on to At The Soundless Dawn on July 9th to face Oceanic for the EWT Tri-State Championship, but will he be 100% after the hell he was put through here tonight?
King: No, he won't JR! And since he also got his head and neck pretty well worked over, he's going to be easy pickings for Oceanic's "These Arms are Snakes" Anaconda Vice! I don't like his chances!
*Regardless of what Jerry "the King" Lawler may think, Virus is victorious, and although he is bloody, battered, exhausted, and quite possibly concussed, he is still focused enough to glare at Oceanic, making the belt gesture around his waist as Oceanic raises the Tri-State title for all to see. Meanwhile, Valentine is being helped onto a stretcher by Davidson and EWT EMT’s as the crowd continues to show their happiness as we fade to commercial.*
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Post by brokenrose on Jul 4, 2007 5:06:28 GMT -5
*The arena has darkened, it is, after all, the evening. The stars are twinkling vaguely in the far sky, and a door has just slammed open. Out walks out the fiery Joshi, looking down. One could find that understandable consider all that she's been through in the past week. Out of nowhere, a motorcycle can be heard. As it skids to a stop in a far corner of the parking lot, one can heard bass-ridden rock set on a low-tone. It sounds melancholy, but oddly, uplifting. The rider, hunches over the handlebars and just breathes quietly for a moment. Soon enough, the rider's head pops up, and she scans the parking lot eyes landing on Juri.*
*pause*
Juri: Juvi, I said NO!
*The rider beckons, dressed in all black leather, and shrugs for a moment. Soon enough however, the person beckons Juri again.*
Juri: *looking around her and behind as well* What's this about? Who are you?
*The rider, hunches over for a second, and gets off of the motorbike. It's still blaring the wickedly haunting music. The person leans against the bike, anxiously, does a 'Come on!...." hand signal. Juri cautiously steps toward the individual, looking unsure about this situation. The person slaps their forehead in a..slightly familiar way. Once more, the silhouette beckons Juri. Juri straightens up and walks normal over to the person. She pats the person on the back, hard.*
Juri: WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT OF BED?!
*The person makes a retching noise, and quickly yanks off the helmet. It's Synthy, looking quite...rough. Her hair is plastered to her skull, and dark circles are noticeably apparent beneath her eyes. Her skin looks paler then milk, but she manages to do a toothy grin.* Juri: Don't grin at me! Look at you! How did even get here on this metal death trap!?
Synthy: Sorry.......I just wanted to say..Happy, very smurfing belated...birthday.....I drove it. *She pats it rather fondly, the gleaming inkiness of the bike makes her look deathly white, and her voice is croaky as well.* It's bubby's....
Juri: *looking at her with worry* Well, thanks but you didn't have to risk yourself for me! You could have just called!
Synthy: ...But..I brought you...hold up. *She stumbles to the back of the bike and opens a chest sitting on the back. She pulls out a box decorated in a beautiful red color with gold dragons decorated onto it.* .....*She wordlessly hands the box to Juri.*
Juri: ....Syn....
Synthy: ...Open the damn thing.......*She shivers slightly, but still grins a bit at Juri.*
Juri: Okay, but you have to promise me that you will go back to bed.
Synthy:....I wanted to go to King's Island..
Juri: NO!
Synthy:...Kidding. Damn you woman....open that friggin' thing....I'm getting nerve-wracked.
Juri: Okay, okay.
*She slowly unwraps the paper, untapping it rather than ripping it off.*
Synthy: ......Don't laugh when you see ...
Juri: I'm not in a laughing mood, lately.
Synthy:...Like...I've faired much be- *Her sentence gets cut off by a minor coughing spell*
Juri: Okay, okay... I hurrying. *She looks back at Synthy* I'll drive you back if need be... *She opens the box and pulls out a framed drawing. It's a representation of both of them playing DDR only...Chibified.* Uh....Why am I the sad one that's lost? I remember beating you quite clearly.
*Synthy merely cracks a bigger smile at that.*
Synthy: Pffft.....I won.........then again. .. Maybe I was dreaming. Or maybe you were the one dreaming of victory!
Juri: Nope, I won.
Synthy:....Fu-*cough* Eh. I can still beat you at Tekken....anyway...there's more...
Juri: ....That you can... *She looks back at Synthy, worried. She digs through the box and finds another drawing.*
*The image is of a full moon in the center with both of their hands reaching toward it.*
Juri: You even got my roses on my glove!
Synthy: Well...course I did. It's a part of you, BR. I ... hope it doesn't seem to sentimental or something. *She bites her lower lip, and gestures to the box.* More.
Juri: *sarcastically* Oh yes, it's terribly too much sentiment! Why my frozen heart will melt now. *Her fake frown fades into a gentle smile* No, silly. I love it.
Synthy: *raises her eyebrow* Quiet you. I'm not good at these types of things..*She flicks Juri in the shoulder* One more thing, chikadee....It's buried beneath that scarlet paper at the bottom of the box....
Juri: How did you know that I love the color red?
Synthy:....*Smirks, and looks at Juri.* Chicky...every time I see you, you wear an object of red. Every time...if you hated it, I doubt it'd be a signature color for you...*She bites her lip again, this time, attempting to stop another cough. Success!*
Juri: Am I that transparent? *She shrugs and unwraps the box and opens it. The box looks entirely similar to Axel's* ...
Synthy:....Juri?...
Juri: *breaking her concentration* Hmm? Oh sorry...
Synthy: ....Hmm...*She pokes her in the shoulder, but this releases the barrage of coughing she'd shielded back from earlier. Shaking her head, she sighs.* I think I know who you were thinkin' of....
Juri: *Closing herself off and giving a fake smile* Nobody at all, I just was thinking about my match At the Soundless Dawn. As you should, Coughy McGee.
Synthy: I have Ivy. It'll be fun. And my coughing is a mere..uh....*Her face goes blank.* Just open the box..
Juri: Will do. *She does and lifts a pendant with two chains connected to it.* What's this?
Synthy: That, my dearest Joshi...is a *She mumbles something. After a second she takes the necklace...and pulls a part the pendant.*
Juri: Wha?
Synthy: *Wordlessly hands Juri half of the necklace.* Taijitu... you know... Yin-Yang... I thought you were Japanese!
Juri: *She takes it* Sweetie, I am... But Ying-Yang isn't Japanese... That's Chinese.... You sure that you are okay?
Synthy: I'm fine, Girlie. *Hiding behind a weak smile* So not to shabby gifts, I hope?
Juri: I think these are my favorites, Syn. Really. Buuuuuuutttt....
*Juri switches the necklace of hers with one in Synthy's hand. The one that she was given was mostly black with a red dot and the name “Juri” in the middle of it. She trades it for Synthy's mostly red one with a black dot and the name “Synthy” in the middle. She quickly locks the “Synthy” necklace around her neck.*
Synthy: Hey! That's mine!
Juri: *Playfully* Nah-uh... Both of these are mine, you gave this to me after all.
Synthy: But that black dotted one should be mine!
Juri: *She smiles at her friend* I know you too well, Syn. You can't fool me. For all your “darkness”, you have a pure center.
Synthy: *Raised eyebrow* And you don't?
Juri: *Sly grin* Who knows? Besides, you know I love red. And this way, it's even more of a friendship thing... With your name on my piece and mine on yours.
Synthy: Alright fine! *She locks the “Juri” piece on as well.* ...So you like these gifts?
Juri: I love them. *She hugs Synthy, who slightly returns the gesture. The camera catches a telling sign... Synthy's face showing a quick sign of weakness due to sickness. She recovers as Juri leans back to talk to her again.* But nothing is worth your health and safety. *She lifts a hand to place against Synthy's forehead who bats it away.*
Synthy: Don't be silly, I'm fin- *She loses her grip and goes into another coughing spell.*
Juri: *sigh* That does it... I'm driving you home!
Synthy: *Looking worse than before* I'm fine, really...
Juri: No excuses, march!
Synthy: What about my bike?!
Juri: I'll make sure you'll get it back.
*The screen fades out as Juri pushes Synthy towards her parked car.*
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Post by Koda, Master Crunchyroller on Jul 4, 2007 15:25:49 GMT -5
We fade in from commercial to find Danny Ashley and the rest of DCSN in the ring.
Danny: Koda, you think you can get off nice and easy for that vile sneak attack on me last week. Well guess what? You're not. Tonight, both you and Job Bher will be in singles action tonight!
Just then, White & Nerdy begins to play.
Koda: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Just what the hell are you n00bs talkings about?! We have the night off!
Danny: Oh no you don't. You see, tonight, Houston will be facing off against Job Bher, and Titan will be facing you.
Job: I c4n'7 b31i3ve I h4v3 70 figh7 7h3 w34k3r n00b....
Danny: What the hell did he just say?!
Koda: He said that he'll kick Houston's ass tonight, and that you can suck it!
Koda and Job Bher head on to the back as the camera zooms in on Danny, who is in a frenzy.
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