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Post by Toom E. Guci on Feb 18, 2008 16:00:48 GMT -5
* Common Ground opens with pyros going off, confetti falling to the ground, & trapeze artists swinging in the air. Toom E Dangerously’s music hits, as he rides a unicycle to the ring. *
Toom E: What can I say? I wanted to make a comical entrance today & what better way then a unicycle? I soooo love the circus.
Anyways, I wanted to come out here at the start of the show to make a bit of an announcement. In fact a couple of announcements. You see I have made a major decision regarding our developmental promotion, WHOA. And I have been in talks with the folks down there, so we will be making a major announcement regarding the future of WHOA & it’s superstars. Something they may like, something they may not like…who knows.
As for my other announcement. Folks have been coming up to me. People have asked me who the mystery opponent is for Christopher Indigo in the Survival Cage. So I have decided that, yes…I will announce who that opponent will be right here, right now. You see, I scoured the ends of the Alumni list & decided we needed a former champion in that match. A man who was a credible champion. A man who overcame amazing odds to become champion. Ladies & gentlemen…I give to you…the return of You Gene Lesnar!!!
* You Gene’s music hits as he makes his way to the ring. He’s waving to the fans & slapping hands. He tries getting in the ring & gets tangled up in the ropes. You Gene eventually gets in the ring, where he jumps up & down, clapping his hands. He makes a motion for the championship belt, as Toom E Dangerously hands him the microphone. *
You Gene Lesnar: Thank you very much, Mr. Toom E. I am very happy to be back in EWT today, because without EWT…I never would have followed in muh daddy’s footsteps. I never would have followed muh daddy & played fooseball. And now I been following muh daddy & been training to fight in MMA. Yea MMA!!! And today, today I will be able to re-win the EWT Heavyweight Champion of the World. Yea!!!
* You Gene runs around the ring with his arms out like an airplane, pretending he’s flying. *
Toom E: Ladies & gentlemen…You Gene Lesnar…possibly the next EWT Heavyweight Champion!!! Now to our opening match, if you will!!!
* Toom E shakes You Gene’s hand as the 2 leave the ring together as the camera cuts to Joey Styles & Nick Russ.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Feb 18, 2008 16:01:32 GMT -5
TG: This next contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
Metal riffs blare through the speakers, as a much heavier rendition of "Bonie Maronie" signifies the appearance of Bullz-I and Callie Shaw. He collects a lot of boos from people who don't appreciate his attitude in certain areas, but some cheers from fans who give him the benefit of the doubt... especially against his opponent. Instead of his usual attire, Bullz dresses in an outfit consisting of jeans, sneakers, and a solid black hoodie. On the hoodie, a bulls-eye symbol is located on his chest, and back. He stops on top of the ramp and looks around at the crowd, before cracking a bone in his neck and continuing down the ramp.
TG: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Callie Shaw, he hails from Anchorage, Alaska! Weighing in at 250 lbs... Bullz-I!
Bullz climbs onto the apron and makes his way into the ring, as Callie waits on the outside. The newcomer walks to the far side of the ring and leans on the ropes, waiting for his opponent. After a prolonged while of waiting, the lights dim out, only to be replaced with arena lights of a golden tint. An airy sound comes over the speakers...
TG: And the opponent...
The camera cuts to the entrance ramp...
JS: Here it is... tonight we're seeing the return of former EWT Ox-Division Champion and '07 MVP, Cassinova.
NR: Definitely one of the selling points of this PPV. If Bullz-I can pull out a win here, or even get close to beating 'Nova, his EWT career is going to be very, very bright.
After a while, the airy sound spins into the Italian-sounding intro of Eminem's "Square Dance". As the music spins, several spotlights spin as well, eventually settling on one, concentrated spot in front of the entrance ramp as the bass in the song begins to hit. A few lines of bass later, the lyric now synonymous with Cassinova's arrival, and now having a bit of extra meaning, plays on top of the music...
"People... it feels so good to be back!"
Directly after these words, the man himself steps out in the spotlight, for the first time in months. The crowd, who hold off their booing to express their excitement with cheers, create a loud roar that drowns out the theme music. Cassinova, strangely, is dressed in street clothes, rather than wrestling gear. His dragon-emblazoned jeans and matching shirt are themed a dark red tonight, and the popular star looks around at the crowd, before staring directly at his green opponent with a smirk. He tosses some hair back, and cockily makes his way down the ramp with a brisk walk.
TG: Making his way to the ring, he hails from Los Angeles, California! Weighing in at 225 lbs... Cassinova!
Cassinova quickly slides into the ring, and stands back up, only to keep walking without slowing down. He walks right up to Bullz-I... past him would actually be a better way to put it. On his way past the man, he cutely pinches his cheek with his thumb and forefinger and exits the ring before Bullz has a chance to react. 'Nova makes his way over to the announce table and sits down, putting on a headset. Joey Styles and Nick Russ stare at him, confused, as the returning EWT mainstay looks back at them, smiles, and waves.
Cassinova: Howdy.
JS: ...Aren't you supposed to be wrestling tonight?
Cassinova: I am wrestling tonight.
NR: You're not even in the ring...
Cassinova: Of course not. I haven't even come out yet.
NR: Huh...?
Cassinova: Okay, try to follow me. I'm doing commentary on my match. But for me to do commentary, the match needs to begin. For the match to begin, I need to come out from the backstage.
JS: You're right here.
Cassinova: I know.
JS: It's time for you to wrestle.
Cassinova: I know!
JS: Then get in the ring!
Cassinova: I will when I come out! >.<!!!
JS: ...
NR: ...
Cassinova sighs.
Cassinova: ...Who am I wrestling again?
Before the announcers have the chance to answer his question, an airy sound once again plays over the speakers. All eyes direct towards the entrance ramp, as the lights in the arena fade into a warm, golden color. The same spotlight set-up as before occurs once the music begins to play, and it's all so perfectly recreated that a few believe that Cassinova is actually going to walk down that ramp for the second time.
JS: I...
NR: Well I'll be... there he is!
The camera is too far away to get a close-up on the man who appears from behind the curtain. His dark silhouette renders it impossible for him to be seen clearly, but as the bass in the song hits, he slowly steps into the spotlight, allowing everyone to get a good look at him.
Cassinova: There I am!
Indeed, he is. Standing in the spotlight is a man. A man who looks around at the fans cockily behind a pair of silver-trimmed sunglasses. A man who wears long wrestling tights with Cass' dragon logo on the side. A man with fresh streaks in his hair. A man with a white bandana around his forehead. A very... orange man, literally dripping with spray-on tan. A man with an aura best described as, "I swear to God I'm Cassinova and not Jack Jupiter."
JS: Oh. Oh wow.
NR: ...
Nick looks to Cassinova, who stares and forces his mouth to water.
NR: You okay...?
Cassinova: Am I okay? How could you not be ready to hop over this table and get a piece of that? Just... just beautiful. I get prettier every day.
NR: You do realize that you're sitting right beside me, right?
Cassinova: (Ignoring him.) If you're sexually attracted to yourself, does that make you gay?
NR: Um...
Cassinova: Because if I so, I swear not to skip over the LOGO channel next time I don't have anything to watch.
"Cassinova" continues to make his way down the ramp, leaving a trail of spray-tan all the way down. A ring attendent follows him down, cleaning up his mess up until he climbs into the ring. Bullz-I stares on, silently, having thought of at least 273 ways he's planning to hurt this guy. Jackinova tosses some of his hair back and stares across the ring at Bullz, as more ring attendents slide into the ring and wipe off the excess spray-on tan with towels and cloths. Once they've effectively wiped and smudged much of the orange, "Cass" calls for them to begone, clearing the ring and ending all pre-match shenanigans. The referee, after pondering the situation and wondering if he can actually call this a sanctioned match, looks over at Cassinova at the announce table, looks back at Jackinova, shrugs, says "what the hell", and calls for the bell.
Cassinova: F*** 'im up, Cass! F*** 'im up! (He stomps twice.) F*** 'im up, Cass! F*** 'im up! (Twice more.)
As the bell sounds, Bullz approaches "Cass", ready to fight. I'm-Obviously-Jack-Jupiter instead raises his hand to Bullz-I's face, and turns away from him. Pulling out a cell phone, he pretends to talk on it while twirling his hair like a teenage girl.
Cassinova: ...I don't do that... =\
Bullz stares at him just long enough to remember the 78th way he planned to hurt him. As J-Nova continues to ignore him, Bullz grabs him by the hair and forces his spine down onto his knee! Jackinova rolls around the ring, the vicious backbreaker having had a lot more effect considering he was caught off guard. Bullz looks down at the dropped Motorola, and crushes it with his boot on the way over to Jack. He crouches down and picks him up--actually picking him up. He throws Jack into the corner, delivering several knees to his stomach, before propping his head back up and throwing blow after blow to his face. Jack leans in the corner, trapped and groggy, and is lifted in the air with a suplex before he knows it. Bracing himself to be dropped on his back, he unfortunately falls victim to Bullz-I's Skull Crusher brainbuster!
NR: Ohhh...
Jack bounces off of the mat, and is subsequently pinned.
1...
2...
Jack kicks out and rolls out of the ring to regroup. The camera shows a split-shot of the ring action and the announcer's table Cassinova isn't even watching the match.
JS: You should pay attention, 'Nova. It's very possible that "you" might lose this match.
Cassinova: Yeah, whatev'. I'm here to collect my paycheck. I show up, entertain, they pay me, I go hang out in Japan until I remember how disgusting the food is. You've got to think like a businessman, Joey. ECW failed for a reason.
JS: (Taking in a breath.) ...You don't care if "you" lose tonight?
Cassinova: People lose matches all the time. This match is a throwaway. I didn't even know I was in it until Friday. I lose. I come out and talk about it. Crack a few jokes. People laugh and forget. I don't understand why people are so caught up on losing.
By this time, Jack has lured Bullz to the outside and slid into the ring. He waits for Bullz to attempt to do the same, before stomping and kicking, trying to wear him down. Bullz toughs it out to make it to the center of the ring, but a well-placed dropkick from Jackinova puts him on his stomach, and soon locked in a painful armbar.
Cassinova: See, now what I have a problem with is people counting me out. I was the shining star of EWT last year. Everyone knows that. Everyone knows that I could do the same every year until I don't want to anymore. And, well, I don't want to anymore. Let's give someone else a chance to shine this year. Let's take a break. Let's heal up, and then come back blazing, you know?
JS: Another hiatus.
Cassinova: Another hiatus! But see, walls have ears. People hear that I might leave, and they don't know when, or if, I'm coming back. Yeah, I read the internet. They love me there. I read people's predictions of who will win matches. A couple of things I've seen says that Stoolz-I is going to win "by default." I'm not quite sure if I understand. Did... did I die? Is there something I'm missing? Any reason I might not be able to compete in this match?
JS: I...
Cassinova: No! Best believe I'm still going to be here when it calls for it. But being a champion, losing the title, and all of a sudden dropping from the title picture completely without explanantion, and having to wrestle green newbies because the higher-ups still think that I'm their puppet, does not call for it. And that's why I don't want to be here anymore.
NR: Why don't you just quit?
Cassinova: You kidding me? They pay me extravagent amounts to ignore weekly matches and tell everyone how much wittier and more charismatic I am than them on a weekly basis. I'm not going to quit. I'm just going to rage against the machine until I get stuff.
He takes a swig of his Nestle citrus tea, hiding the logo to prevent companies from wanting to engage in product placement marketing venture with EWT. Soon after, the screen returns to a single shot of the ring, where Jack is breathing heavily and trying his hardest to keep Bullz-I locked in with the armbar. Bullz slowly turns over and makes it to a knee, before Jack aborts and puts Bullz back down with a shining wizard! Jack covers!
1...
2...
Bullz shows great strength by tossing Jack off of him, halfway across the ring! Jack jumps up to his feet as Bullz does the same, and runs right into a spinning clothesline! He drops as Bullz falls to his knees, pressing down on Jack's shoulders with a forceful pin.
1...
Jack kicks out once more. Continuing to hold on to Jack's shoulders, Bullz stands and pulls Jack up as well, before growing and headbutting him hard in the face. Jack stumbles backwards, towards the ropes, and Bullz charges at him. Jackinova looks up just in time to see Bullz coming, and trips him with a drop toehold! Bullz's neck hits the middle rope, and he lays on it with his head and arms protruding out of the ring. Jack wastes no time before bouncing off of the opposite ropes, returning, grabbing onto the top rope, front-flipping out of the ring, and kicking Bullz in the face with a double mule kick! Bullz flies by into the ring and lays on the ground, holding his face, as Jack lands on the outside in front of the announce table. Cassinova jumps up, hyped, and gives "himself" a few proud handslaps.
Cassinova: That's what I'm talking about! That's that ol' Cassinova offense right there! Yeah! Go get 'im, 'Nova! You know how it goes! "F*** him up. Keep it sexy!"
A few handslaps later, and Jackinova's confidence has increased tenfold. He slides back into the ring as Cassinova sits back down. Bullz begins to make it to his feet, while being stomped viciously by Jack. Eventually, Jack grabs Bullz by the head and places him in a DDT position, rolling his fists and calling for it!
NR: No way.
JS: Seriously?
Cassinova: ...
Jack rolls foward, attempting to hit Cass' signature flip DDT, but Bullz holds his ground! Jack lands on his feet regardless, and his so proud of himself, he drops to a knee and poses. Bullz uses the opportunity of Jack's increasing stupidity to grab him from behind and throw him onto his neck with a release German suplex!
NR: Ouch!
JS: Jack just tried to hit Cassinova's California DreamDriver way too early in the match, and paid for it!
Cassinova: Hey... say that finisher name again...
JS: The California DreamDriver?
There's a short silence at the announce table.
Cassinova: ...Does it sound that stupid when I say it?
JS: Yes.
Cassinova sits there, looking down and playing with his hair, as if a teenage girl.
Cassinova: Remind me to change the name of that move...
With Jack down and nursing his neck, Bullz calls that it's time to finish this match. He picks Jack up and ducks his head between Jack's legs, lifting Jack so that his stomach is on Bullz's back.
NR: Looks like Jack's in for an Invertibreaker!
Cassinova clenches the announcer's desk, as if wanting to intervene. He instead doesn't, and Bullz walks to the middle of the ring with Jack on his back (A Jackback! =D)
JS: He's looking over here...
Bullz stares daggers through Cassinova, mouthing the word "coward", before preparing to drop Jack on his head. Before he can pull off the maneuver, however, Jack puts his strength into flipping Bullz backwards and driving his head into the canvas with a flip piledriver!
Cassinova: Damn! Pin him! Pin him!
Jack pins him.
1...
2...
3!
No! Bullz-I just gets the shoulder up! A shot of Callie Shaw on the outside shows that she thought it might've been over following that reversal. She breathes out, as both Jack and Cass have looks of disbelief on their face.[/i]
Cassinova: Since when did the newbie wrestlers with stupid names start having heart?
NR: Someone told me that trend started in late '06.
Cassinova: Yeah, that's when I debuted. Very funny. At least my name doesn't sound like a can of high strength bug spray like I-Spy in the ring there.
Speaking of the ring, back in it, Jackinova has made his way to his feet, weary and fatigued. He picks Bullz-I up to his feet, and uses what little strength he has left to grab him and set him up for a Cyclone Driver! Preparing to end this, Bullz suddenly cartwheels out of it, grabs Jack by the throat, and slams him down onto his knee with a devastating chokebreaker!
Cassinova: (Frantically.) Ummm.... brb!
Tearing off his headset, Cassinova leaps over the announce table and ducks next to the side of the ring. Staying out of sight from Bullz-I or the referee, he watches the match from there.
JS: I knew this was going to happen...
NR: "This match is a throwaway" my ass...
Bullz stares down at a fallen Jack Jupiter, whose Cassinova-style bandana has fallen off of his head, and whose fake tan has smeared about his body in an oily fashion. Bullz forcefully lifts him to his feet, placing him onto his back and again preparing to drive his head into the mat with his Invertibreaker!
NR: I don't think there's any getting out of this one for Jack!
As this is happening, from behind the two wrestlers and the referee, a chair is slowly pushed into the ring. The referee notices the foreign object, and looks down at it for a while, reading a sentence that's penned on it with fine-tipped Sharpie:
"If you can read this, say, 'Distraction!'"
Dim-witted Referee: Distraction!
Bullz-I turns to face the referee, distracted. Just then, a hand holding a Sharpie marker reaches into the ring and trips the referee. The ref drops and slams into the chair, face-first, dizzying himself. Bullz drops Jack and peers out of the ring to see where the familiar hand with an X tattooed on it came from, only to find nothing. Hearing a yell, he turns around to see Callie Shaw, held in a sleeper hold by Cassinova. He rushes over to that side of the ring, preparing to exit and get to Cass before he can do any damage to his valet. Seeing him coming, Cass turns her around and places her in a DDT position, showing that he'll drop her if Bullz gets any closer.
Cassinova: (Yelling at Bullz-I) I'll lobotomize her, I swear!
He thinks about this for a second.
Cassinova: "The Lobotomy"! That's it! That's what I'll call it!
He once again puts his ">=(" face back on, staring at Bullz. The newcomer backs off, growling viciously at Cassinova and vowing to get him back, whether he hurts Callie or he doesn't. Cass looks into the ring and sees both Jack and the referee slowly make it their feet. Knowing that Callie is putting up too much of a fight to hold her for any longer, he throws her to the ground and briskly makes his way to the other side of the ring. Bullz turns around to follow him with his eyes, only to be met with a swift kick from Jack! Jack flips him over! Cyclone Driver! He pins!
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2...
3!
The bell sounds, signalling the end of this match.
TG: Here's your winner... um... Cassinova!
JS: You've got to be kidding me!
NR: The master manipulator! The cerebral technician!
Jack bails the hell out of that ring. He pairs up with Cass, and the two collectively start to make their way up the ramp as "Square Dance" plays in the background. Callie Shaw tends to Bullz-I, knowing that he was very close to coming up with a big win in his young career.
JS: ...Seriously? Did all of that really just happen?
NR: Yeah, it did! Bullz should be proud, though. He can look at all of this and think, "It took all of that for one of EWT's top stars to beat me."
JS: Yeah... but Cass and Jack can look at all this and think, "Hah. We got over on everyone again."
NR: See? Win-win.
On the ramp, Jack and Cass taunt, gloat, and cheer their victory tonight. Cass points and laughs directly at Bullz, holding his own face and feigning pain, before laughing obnoxiously once more. He and Jack high five and continue walking up the ramp, as Bullz-I comes to and watches them angrily. He makes a mental note of Cassinova's face, and slowly makes his way to his feet. He grabs Callie by the wrist, and the two exit the ring just as Cassinova and Jack Jupiter laugh their way backstage. Holding his head, he groans slightly and slowly stalks backstage as well, wishing he could've gotten his hands on the actual Cassinova.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Feb 18, 2008 16:02:31 GMT -5
Joey Styles: The feud between Sigma and Shane Malone has been going on for months. It stems from The Skies the Limit II, where Team Ireland outright screwed Sigma out of the Toolshed Title shot. But it went on from there. Nick Russ: That’s right Joey, because at Survival of the Fittest, it was Shane Malone who screwed Sigma out of the Title, when Sigma had former champion Voltigeur beaten. Not only that, Team Ireland has always been instrumental in Shane Malone’s title defenses against Sigma. Joey Styles: It was at Seasons Beatings where Sean McCann and Coach O’Hare cost Sigma the title where Sean brought down the brandy and the matches that lit the tables where Sigma got put through. It was then that Sigma just had enough. Nick Russ: At House Party, instead of going for the Tri-State Title, Sigma and Shane Malone just beat each other senseless. The feud has grown deeper and darker after that, when Sigma brought into play Sean’s dirty laundry. Joey Styles: It was that infamous tape where it showed Sean McCann getting it on with a cross-dresser that sent all of Team Ireland after Sigma. As evidence by his match with Sean McCann and his Tri-State title shot against Mahavir Abha, this all ended with Sigma getting brutally beaten down by Team Ireland. Nick Russ: He has had a couple trips to the medical ward, which he was diagnosed with broken ribs, 2 concussions, severe lacerations to the head and shoulders. It was just brutal seeing Sigma like that. Joey Styles: Well, even though Sigma isn’t 100%, he claims that he is healthy enough to beat Shane Malone tonight. All I got to say is that it’s going to be a battle. Especially since it’s a Last Man Standing match at Common Ground. The Final Encounter is here; now let’s go to Toni Garcya. (Bell Rings) Toni “TG” Garcya: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next contest is The Final Encounter Last Man Standing Match, and it’s for the EWT Toolshed Championship. Now, in order to win the match, your opponent must not be able to respond to a 10 count by the referee. (Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode plays, crowd is cheering for Sigma.) Coming to the ring first, the Challenger. He hails from Tacoma, Washington. He weighs in tonight at 271 Pounds. He Is SIGGGGGGGMMMMMAAAAA! Joey Styles: There’s Sigma coming down the ramp. I can’t believe he’s even partaking in this match. He’s been though a lot with Team Ireland over the past 6 months. Nick Russ: Sigma was taken to the hospital twice because of repeated beatings by Team Ireland. Once in a match with Sean McCann, and the other against Mahavir Abha. Sigma needs to be cautious here, because one miscue and his career could be over. Joey Styles: Right, Nick. Now let’s go back to Toni Garcya. *"Born to the Fight" by Waylander begins playing as Shane Malone makes his entrance. Malone looks raring to go after the beat downs he & his team-mates have administered to Sigma over the past few weeks. Coach O'Hare follows closely behind waving the Tri-Colour & Barbed-Wire wrapped Hurley.* "TG": And the opponent, representing Team Ireland, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, he is the current reigning & defending EWT Toolshed Champion, standing six feet, eight inches tall; weighing in at 297lbs, from Galway, Ireland, he is "The Celtic Giant"... SHAAAAAAAANE MAAAAAAA~LOOOOOOOONE!!! *The Green, White & Gold pyro explodes at the top of the ramp as O'Hare holds the flag aloft for all to see. Champion & manager continue to make their way to the ring as the audience boos them. Malone, for a change, absorbs the boos of the crowd with a cocky smirk on his face. He is confident that Sigma cannot triumph tonight.* Joey Styles: Shane Malone, looking ever so cocky. Nick Russ: And why wouldn’t he be? He’s healthier than Sigma, he’s taller, a bit stronger and he’s got Team Ireland on his side. He’s the clear favorite to win this match. Joey Styles: Alright and here we go. (Bell Rings) As the bell rings, Sigma and Shane just start laying heavy punches into each other. Sigma gets Shane to the corner and starts to lay in some stiff chops to Shane, and then Shane gets the upper hand with a knee to the midsection. Shane throws him into the other side and gives him a running lariat, which sends Sigma over the rope. Joey Styles: And there we go, we got an old-fashioned brawl right now. Just rights and lefts being thrown by the two combatants. Nick Russ: The feud has reached its climax. This is Sigma’s last chance to capture the belt. If he doesn’t then he’ll no longer get to face Shane Malone for the Toolshed Title ever again. Joey Styles: Sigma just backing Shane to the corner with hard rights and stiff chops. Shane hardly showing any pain at all. Nick Russ: Well, Shane isn’t hurt that much. All he’s fought was Shark Boy. Not really Toolshed Title material there. He’s had it quite easy. Joey Styles: Not to mention the fact that Sigma is really weakened by Shane and Team Ireland as Sigma give Shane an Irish Whip, but Shane Reverses and launches Sigma over the top rope to the outside with that stiff Clothesline. Nick Russ: Sigma needs to pull out all stops here. Joey Styles: that’s what he’s doing. As Sigma gets back into the ring, Shane Malone flashes a cocky smirk, and then gives Sigma a big stomp to the back when Sigma rolls into the ring. Shane then poses to the crowd as they boo him. Joey Styles: Sigma rolls back into the ring and Sigma gets a stomp to the back by Shane Malone. Nick Russ: Shane Malone knows Sigma’s weak spots. Sigma is picked up by Shane Malone and lifted over his head. Shane Throws Sigma over the top rope and onto the announcers table. Mercifully it hasn’t broken yet. However, Shane then gets out of the ring, grabs Sigma with his Claw Hold and drives him through the table with the Giants Causeway. Joey Styles: Sigma gets hoisted above Shane’s head and he’s heading this way! Nick Russ: AHHHHHHHH! Joey Styles: He’s on the table but nothing happened. Nick Russ: Shane Malone must have wanted to do something more devious to Sigma. Joey Styles: He is, he’s heading this way and has Sigma in the Claw hold. Nick Russ: Sigma is about to go boom right here. Joey Styles: GIANTS CAUSEWAY ONTO OUR TABLE! Nick Russ: Sigma looks like he’s done for already. Ref: 1…….2…………..3…………4……….. Sigma then gets up a little bit, and then Shane just throws him into the ring and grabs a chair. Shane then sets up the chair and goes to pick up Sigma, but Sigma gets a shot to the midsection on Shane and follows through with the Evenflow DDT. Joey Styles: Shane Malone goes to get Sigma and throws him right into the ring. Nick Russ: He also grabbed a chair and is setting it up in the ring. Joey Styles: This can’t be good for Sigma. Nick Russ: Maybe Joey, Shane wants to end this quick. He knows that Sigma can go long distances when it comes to matches. Joey Styles: That’s right. Shane lifts up Sigma, but Sigma nails Shane in the midsection and EVENFLOW DDT ONTO THE CHAIR! Nick Russ: That’s a move that Sigma can pull out of nowhere and make it effective. Ref: 1…………. As the ref counts, Sigma then heads to the corner for a bit of a rest. Ref: 2…………. Joey Styles: Why isn’t Sigma attacking Shane Malone? Ref: 3………..4…………. Nick Russ: He just got put through a table. He’s probably hurting quite a bit. Shane manages to get up and charge after Sigma, who gets out of the way and Shane runs to the turnbuckle. Shane then finds Sigma behind him who locks in a Dragon Sleeper. Sigma then has him grape-vined. Joey Styles: The big man is up and angry. Nick Russ: He’s charging after Sigma, but nobody home. Joey Styles: Sigma going behind him and locks in a Dragon Sleeper. Nick Russ: Smart move by Sigma, wearing the big guy down. That’s what he needs to do. Joey Styles: He’s got the big guy grape-vined. But Shane Malone lifts up Sigma and rams Sigma to the turnbuckle. Sigma lets go and is hurt. Sigma gets hung up on the turnbuckle and Shane decides to go after the ribs. First he decides to rip open Sigma’s top half of his outfit and just level him with monstrous chops and punches. All of them have Sigma wincing and cringing. Afterwards Shane sends Sigma to the other turnbuckle and Shane delivers a massive boot to the midsection, which knocks out Sigma. Joey Styles: Sigma back by the turnbuckle and Shane rips off Sigma’s top. Nick Russ: All of those battle scars from the past few weeks are there; including some fresh ones that Richard Clay and Shane Malone gave in that tag match. Joey Styles: Exactly. Shane now leveling Sigma with chops slaps and punches to Sigma’s exposed midsection. Nick Russ: Shane is picking his spots now. Coach O’Hare has taught him well and prepped him well for this contest. Joey Styles: Shane throws Sigma into the opposite turnbuckle and gives him a massive boot to the midsection. Ref: 1………… Nick Russ: Sigma is knocked out cold. Joey Styles: Shane Malone is proud of his work. Ref: 2………..3………….4 Nick Russ: Shane’s setting up a couple of Tables. Joey Styles: He must want to obliterate Sigma more. Ref: 5………6….Shane! Shane Malone ignores the Ref and picks up Sigma who puts him in a powerbomb setup position. He then lifts him up and runs and gives him an Irish Car Bomb onto the tables. Joey Styles: Why is Shane lifting up Sigma from him being knocked out? Nick Russ: Answer: Pain. Joey Styles: Thank you Clubber Lang. Malone has Sigma up and could it be? Nick Russ: I think we have our true answer to this question. Joey Styles: IRISH CAR BOMB ONTO THE TABLES! OH MY GOD! Nick Russ: That’s it, Sigma’s done. Ref: 1…………..2…………3………… Coach O’Hare: SHANE! SLAY HIM! Ref: 4…………5………….. Shane sets up the chair and the Barb-Wire Hurley to that infamous position where Team Ireland brutally attacked Sigma a month ago. He has the Hurley on top of the chair. He pulls him from the wreckage and sets up the Dragon Slayer. Ref: 6………….7……….AGAIN! Joey Styles: Shane picks up Sigma again! Nick Russ: Look what Shane set up. Coincidence, no? Joey Styles: He wants to slay Sigma. Shane Malone: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Before Shane lifts up Sigma, Sigma goes down to his knees and gives Shane a Low Blow. Afterwards Sigma then rolls out and catches a breather. Joey Styles: Shane Malone sets up Sigma for the Dragon Slayer. Nick Russ: Now it’s all over. Joey Styles: Shane tries to lift him up, but Sigma to his knees and AWWWWWWWWWW! Nick Russ: Desperation move for Sigma as he rolls out. Shane Malone: OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! Coach O’Hare: MALONE! YOU FOOL! GET HIM! Shane Malone then proceeds to go after Sigma who is halfway up the ramp, but is met with a chair to the skull by Sean McCann. Joey Styles: Shane Malone is in pursuit of Sigma, as Sigma is halfway up the ramp. Nick Russ: Sigma needs to get away, get some energy. He’s about had it all beaten out of him. Sean McCann: Behind ya, you bastage. *thwack* Joey Styles: STEEL CHAIR BY SEAN MCCANN! Sean McCann runs to the back as Shane grabs Sigma by the neck and sets him up for the Dragon Slayer. Shane then hooks the arms and delivers a brutal Dragon Slayer onto the ramp. Nick Russ: Did you see that? His head just bounced. Joey Styles: He sure did as that little weasel runs to the back and Shane now has Sigma in his grasp. Nick Russ: This spells doom for Sigma. He thought he had escaped, but Sean McCann stopped him. Joey Styles: Shane has him all set up now and delivers the Dragon Slayer to the steel ramp way. Nick Russ: That’s it for Sigma. He has to be out now. Ref: 1………..2………. Shane Malone could be seen exhausted but Coach O’Hare is Joyous. Coach O’Hare: YEAH!!!!!!! WE GETTING TWO BELTS TONIGHT!!!!!!!!!! Ref: 3………..4…………5……… Joey Styles: Sigma is immobile and Coach O’Hare and Shane Malone are gloating. Nick Russ: Well, if you knocked out one of your biggest adversaries you would too. Ref: 6………….7………… Joey Styles: Sigma is starting to stir. Nick Russ: Yes, but can he get up in time. Joey Styles: He needs to at least get to his knees. Ref: 8…………… Nick Russ: He’s getting up. Ref: 9…………HE’S UP! Joey Styles: Sigma has gotten to his knees. He’s beaten the 10 count. Nick Russ: Shane and Coach O’Hare are in disbelief. Shane is now mad. Shane Malone: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Shane Malone then goes for a spear, but Sigma ducks out of the way and Shane crashes into the side of the ring. He tries a second one but Sigma slides out of the way and grabs Shane by the hair. He then sets up and delivers the Sigma Suplex on the Steel Ramp way. Both men are out. Joey Styles: Shane Malone, after all of that hard work is frustrated as all hell. He charges after Sigma. Nick Russ: Spear time, but he missed. Joey Styles: Sigma ducked out of the way onto that one as Shane crashes into the side of the ring. He tries it again. Nick Russ: Can he hit this one? Joey Styles: Sigma Ducks and has Shane’s hair. Nick Russ: Sigma has Shane trapped now. Joey Styles: He has him set up for the Sigma Suplex. Nick Russ: Can he hit this one? Joey Styles: YES! SIGMA SUPLEX ON THE RAMP. Both men are out. Ref: 1……………2…………..3……….. Joey Styles: Sigma at least has to get up, otherwise Shane Malone retains the title and he’s done. Nick Russ: But can he? He’s got to be completely exhausted. Ref: 4…………..5……………. Joey Styles: Coach O’Hare is lifting up Shane Malone. Ref: 6…………Shane’s up. Nick Russ: Shane’s up, thanks to O’Hare. Ref: 7…………..8………… Joey Styles: Now Sigma has to get up. Ref: 9…………………. Sigma barely gets to his knees before 10. O’Hare is fuming. Ref: HE’S UP! Joey Styles: Again! Sigma is up! Coach O’Hare: WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ?? With O’Hare frustrated, Shane just tries to go after Sigma, but he ducks under him and heads up to the top of the ramp way onto the stage. Knowing that Sigma needs to get away, he decides to scale the Toomitron. Nick Russ: O’Hare has lost it, and Shane Malone is on a rampage now. Joey Styles: Shane goes after Sigma, but he ducks out of the way and is now heading up the ramp to higher ground. Nick Russ: Sigma knows that he needs to get a break. Joey Styles: He’s scaling the Toomitron. Nick Russ: That’s 30 feet up! Shane Malone witnesses this and is in pursuit. Sigma has just finished scaling the “Tron” and is exhausted. Joey Styles: Shane Malone saw Sigma and is chasing him. Nick Russ: Yeah, but Sigma’s up on top of the Toomitron but is exhausted. Joey Styles: Shane Malone caught his second wind and is scaling that thing like there’s no tomorrow. Nick Russ: What’s going to happen here? Shane and Sigma are up on Top of the Toomitron. As the Toomitron shakes a bit due to the weight that’s on top, Sigma and Shane just start to trade punches and chops to one another. Shane then boots Sigma to the other side where he’s near the edge. Joey Styles: And here they go. Both of them are going at it like there’s no tomorrow. Nick Russ: This could be the end of both of their careers. Joey Styles: Chops and punches between them. Nick Russ: Will this ever end? Joey Styles: A big boot by Shane which sends Sigma to the other side. Nick Russ: Sigma’s in massive trouble now. Coach O’Hare: MALONE! BOOM! Shane Malone: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Shane Malone picks up Sigma and sets him up for an Irish Car Bomb off the Toomitron to the tables below. Joey Styles: Uh oh, this can’t be good for Sigma. Nick Russ: This could end his career right now. Joey Styles: He sets up for the Irish Car Bomb. Malone Lifts up Sigma but Sigma slides from underneath him. Sigma then lifts up Shane and gets him all Set up for God’s Wrath. Nick Russ: If he hits this, it’s over. Joey Styles: Malone has Sigma up and Sigma slides out and is behind him. Malone turns around but Sigma has Shane in a precarious position. Nick Russ: Could he Tombstone him on the Toomitron? Joey Styles: I think it’s more sadistic than that. Sigma then sends Shane to the edge and jumps off and delivers God’s Wrath to the Tables below. Both of them are basically toast. Joey Styles: Sigma is going to the edge and leaps off. Nick Russ: This is it, Joey. Joey Styles: OH MY GOD! GOD’S WRATH TO THE TABLES BELOW! THAT WAS A 30 FEET DROP!!!! Ref: 1………….2…………….3……………. Nick Russ: Both men are immobile. Joey Styles: That’s what it looks like. Ref: 4……………5…………….6………….. Coach O’Hare: GET UP, MALONE! GET UP YOU BASTAGE! Ref: 7………………….8……………………… Sigma gets up slowly. Ref: 9…………………………… Sigma is to his feet. Ref: 10! RING THE BELL! (Bell rings, crowd cheers) Sigma then slumps back down to a sitting state. TG: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR WINNER AND NEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW EWT TOOLSHED CHAMPION. SIGGGGGGGGGMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAA! (Personal Jesus plays) Joey Styles: SIGMA DID IT! HE’S THE NEW TOOLSHED CHAMPION! Nick Russ: After 6 months of chasing after that belt, he’s got it. He’s got the championship. Coach O’Hare: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! ANYBODY BUT HIM!!!!!! Sigma has a hold of the belt but is too hurt for any congratulatory response. He just lifts the belt above his shoulder and drapes it around his shoulder. Then he limps off to the care of the EMT’s. Other EMT’s go tend to Shane Malone, who got the worst of the damage from the God’s Wrath. Joey Styles: That was one of the sickest spots that I’ve ever seen. The tale ends in this feud for now. Sigma gets his Toolshed Title. The title he rightfully should have won at Survival of the Fittest. It’s now his. Nick Russ: Now a whole new tale for Sigma begins. Can he hold onto that title when he’s in that bad of a state? Only time will tell.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Feb 18, 2008 16:08:39 GMT -5
*We come back to the ring, as “Kashmir” by Led Zeppelin plays over the PA System. “Insecticidal” Andy Duke makes his way to the ring.
Toni Garcya: Making his way to the ring, from Chewelah, Washington, weighing in at 215 pounds, “Insecticdial” Andy Duke!
*As Duke makes his way around the ring giving high-fives to fans, he sees a group of fans wearing black masks and trench coats, the “uniform” of the Cast of Heroes. He goes over to them, and exchanges some words with them. It looks like he is about to walk away from them, but ends up spitting on the mask of one of them. The one who got spit on doesn’t even move, and just continues to stare at Duke.
Joey Styles: It appears that Andy Duke is getting into a little scuffle with some fans over there.
*Duke gets into the ring, and as he does, pieces of white paper begin to fall from the ceiling.
Nick Russ: What’s this? Confetti?
Styles: I don’t think that’s confetti.
Russ: I’ll try and grab a piece…..got one! It says “Cast of Heroes! Salvation starts TONIGHT! REPENT NOW! CAST OF HEROES!”
Styles: Well, we’ll see if they do show up tonight.
*Silvertide’s “Ain’t Comin’ Home” starts up as a very…drowsy…Jack Jupiter steps out, quite sweaty.*
Garcya: And his opponent…from San Diego California, weighing in at 219 pounds…JACK JUPITER!
*Jack rolls in and very slowly gets up, his music fading out.*
Russ: This should be a pretty good match!
Styles: You’re telling me! These two are both of very similar sizes and styles. They both should be very easily matched up.
Russ: I can’t wait!
Joey: Neither can I, so lets get his thing started!
*After a brief explanation of the rules to both men by the referee, the bell is signaled for, and this match is underway. Both men lock up in the center of the ring, and Duke Irish whips Jack into the ropes. Jack rebounds, and slides between Duke’s legs, and hits Duke in the back of the knees, knocking him down. Jack runs into the ropes, and attempts to hit a running senton splash, but Duke is able to roll out of the way. Duke waits for Jack to get up, and attempts to hit a super kick, but Jack is able to catch the kick, and tries to lock Duke in an ankle lock, but Duke is able to kick Jupiter in the chest, pushing him back. Both men stand up and attempt a dropkick, but just end up kicking each other’s feet. Both men spring back up to their feet, as the crowd begins to chant “THIS IS AWESOME!” Jack Jupiter however, seems ready to collapse.*
Styles: We have got a stand-still! Shades of Guerrero and Malenko here!
Russ: When you said they’d be evenly matched, you weren’t joking.
*The two lock up again, and this time, Jupiter gets the advantage despite his tire, and locks Duke up in a headlock. Duke counters it by whipping Jupiter into the ropes. Duke sets up for a back body drop, but Jupiter is able to grab the ropes. Duke charges at him but is unsuccessful, as Jupiter is able to vault him over the top rope and down to the floor.
*When Duke comes to his feet, he gets a drink thrown on him by the masked fans over. Duke gets up in the face of one of these fans, as security comes over to separate them.
Styles: Things may have just escalated here!
Russ: Duke needs to pay more attention to his opponents in the ring, and not those sitting in the crowd.
Styles: Well, can you blame him? They got involved in his match last week, and if they’re to be believed, they’re the group that’s been stalking him for the past two months.
Russ: Either way, Andy just came back, and he needs to try and win as many matches as possible, otherwise people are going to start asking why he even came back in the first place.
*Duke turns around, and Jupiter surprises him with a Tope Atomico. Jack gets to his feet, and rolls Duke into the ring. He stands on the apron, and spring-boards off the top rope and hits Duke with a springboard leg drop.
Styles: And all of a sudden, Jack Jupiter is in the driver’s seat of this match!
Russ: Could we call this an upset if Jack can pull out a win here?
Styles: I don’t know. I mean, Andy has probably had more in-ring success, but Jack is very accomplished as an athlete, and is a third-generation superstar.
*Jupiter climbs the top rope. It looks like he is going to go for a Jupitersault, but Duke able to get to his feet, and jumps to the top rope! Reverse Hurricanrana off the top rope! Both men are down!
Joey: What a show of athleticism by Andy Duke!
Russ: But how much did that move take out of him? I mean, yeah, it definitely hurt Jupiter as well, I mean, it hurts anytime you get spiked down on your neck, but does Andy have enough in the tank to capitalize? This match might end in a double knock-out.
*With both men down and not moving, the referee begins to count
1 2 3
*Both men begin to slightly stir.
4 5 6
*Jupiter uses the ropes to get to his feet, and Andy gets to his feet, causing the referee to cease his count. Duke goes to the corner to try and get an advantage against Jupiter. Jupiter goes for a kick to the abdomen, but Duke is able to catch Jack’s foot. Duke lets go of Jacks foot, only to get kicked in the head with the other foot.
Russ: DRAGON WHIP!
Styles: That might have knocked Duke out cold!
*Jupiter goes for the cover.
1 2
*Duke just barely kicked out! But before Duke can get to his feet, Jupiter locks Duke into with a scissored armbar! Duke begins to writhe in pain as he attempts to grab a hold of a rope to force the break.
Russ: Oh my, the pain has to be intense right now!
Styles: If Duke doesn’t get to the ropes soon, this match will be over. That armbar is very difficult to get out of.
Russ: If Duke does submit to this move, I wonder if the Cast of Heroes will even bother showing up tonight.
Styles: Maybe that was their plan all along.
*Duke gets an arm on the ropes, hastily, as Jack Jupiter looks on. He elbows the arm, but the referee simple flips out. The referee begins to yell at Jack to stop it, but he simply turns and begins arguing. Unbeknownst to him, Andy Duke as slipped out under his nose. Just as Jack turns around to continue the hold, he spots his arm wrapped up, Fujiwara style. Jack hesitates, struggling and looking around. His eyes bulge out. His sweat picks up. He looks as though he's on the verge of passing out. With NO thought given, Jack begins screaming and taps out.*
Styles: Well, that was a great match if your name is Andy Duke!
*Duke’s music picks up.*
Russ: Yeah, but I wish it had only gone longer…Jack didn’t put up much of a fight. What a smurfing moron.
*Andy Duke celebrates in the ring by playing to the crowd, and climbing up the turnbuckles. As he gets to the top rope, the lights fade out, and his music is cut, and in its place is that familiar eerie cello music.
Styles: What the hell? Who cut the lights?
Russ: And what’s the music?
Styles: Oh no. I think I know that music. This can’t be good.
*The music plays for about a minute or two, and then abruptly turns off, and the lights come back on. When the lights come back on, Duke is still on the turnbuckle, but there is someone in the opposite corner, wearing a black ski mask and a trench coat.
Russ: Who’s that?
Styles: Dammit, it looks like I was right! It looks like the Cast of Heroes have infact shown up tonight!
Russ: But what are they going to do?
*Duke jumps down off the turnbuckle and finally sees the masked figure standing opposite him in the ring. They stare at each other for a while, as Duke gets a very angry look on his face. The masked figure removes its gloves, and then begins to remove its mask to reveal…..
Russ: WHAT?
Styles: NO?! It can’t be, can it?
Russ: I’m not sure if I believe it either, Joey.
Joey: ALEXA KING is back in EWT, and it appears she has aligned herself with this Cast of Heroes!
*…Alexa King! Duke’s expression changes from one of anger to one of shock, as he is taken a back by this revelation. He begins to move towards her, but not with any malice or hate, but rather hesitantly. As he gets within about six feet of her, the lights go out again.
Russ: Not again!
Styles: With all these blackouts, I’m expecting Sabu to show up.
*The lights come back on to reveal another masked and trench coated figure, a tall figure, standing in front of Alexa, so that the figure acts as a kind of a barricade between the two.
Russ: Another one?
Styles: But by looking at this masked figure, I’m thinking its not another woman from Duke’s past, unless there is something we don’t know about him.
*The figure removes its gloves and then its trench coat, revealing a black “under amour” style short sleeved top, with red vertical stripes up the sides of the torso, and a giant “Cast of Heroes” emblem on the chest. All that remains to be removed is the mask, which it does to reveal…
Russ: WHAT THE F***?
Styles: I know its became cliché now, but OH MY GOD! JONATHAN DOE IS BACK!
…Jonathan Doe. Now Duke doesn’t know whether to be pleased to see his former stable mates, or upset as he realizes that these are the people who have been stalking him for the past two months. Doe doesn’t give him long to think about this though, as he quickly charges at him, laying into him with a series of punches to the head on body. Alexa quickly leaves the ring.
Russ: Pinch me Joey, I think I’m dreaming!
Styles: I think this more falls into the category of a nightmare, Nick!
*Doe Irish whips Duke into the ropes, and looks to be possibly be going for that signature dreaded Mafia Kick of his. Duke goes into the ropes, but ducks the kick, and is able to hit Doe with a super kick of his own, knocking him down.
Russ: Duke fights back. The Cast of Heroes’ debut may not go as well as they would have planned.
Styles: I can’t help but to think something’s wrong. I mean, last week, after the attack on Sam, we saw three masked figures in the hall, and now we’re only seeing two. I’m probably over thinking it, but I can’t get it out of my mind.
*Duke goes to the top rope, and is signaling for the 450 splash. Just as he’s about to jump off the top rope, one of the masked “fans” at ringside jumps over the barricade, onto the apron, and pushes Duke off the top rope, as Doe rolls out of the way to avoid a possible collision.
Styles: Dammit. Looks like I was right.
Russ: Now who can this be?
*The newest masked man gets into the ring and a close up reveals that it’s the “fan” that Duke spit on prior to this match. He wastes no time taking off his mask which reveals…another mask. But this mask is different. Its…yellow. And it covers up about half of his face, but allows his medium-length black hair to come out of the top.
Russ: I don’t know who exactly that is.
Styles: I may not be 100% sure on it, but I think I have a good idea. If its him, then he’s changed his look, but I think its him
*As Duke gets back up, this third member clotheslines him, and Duke goes down in a heap. This third member rolls up the sleeve of the arm he just used, to reveal that his arm is wrapped in barbed wire.
Styles: I was right. Its EXNER! EXNER IS BACK!
Russ: Oh god! This can’t be good for Andy. Hell, this can’t be good for ANYONE!
*Exner pulls the barbed wire down so that it covers his fist now, and as Duke gets up, Exner lays him out with a huge haymaker. Now Duke is cut open. Exner unties his coat and reaches inside of it, and pulls out…a bag.
Styles: I hope that’s not what I think it is.
*Exner turns the bag over, dumping out its contents to reveal…
Russ: TACKS!
*Doe comes over to Duke, pulls him to his feet by his bloody head, and mutters something inaudible to him. He then grabs him by the throat, lifts him high into the air, and chokeslams him into the thumbtacks. Alexa King comes back into the ring with a microphone as Exner is pushing his foot into Duke’s chest, causing the tacks underneath him to get pushed deeper into his back, neck, and legs. Alexa hands the microphone to Doe.
Doe: Damn, it feels good to be back. Now, you all are wondering why exactly it was us behind this. And what exactly he (indicating Andy Duke) need saving from. I plan on answering all of that right here, and right now. He needs saving...from himself. Its his own greed and selfishness he needs saving from. Here you have the two closest people in Andy’s life, his best friend (pointing to himself) and the love of his life (pointing to Alexa), and he pissed it all away. He pissed away our friendship because he couldn’t take being one-half of the greatest team, so he tried to get one up on me, and failed, I might add. He pissed away the best relationship one could ever ask for because he didn’t think she could do anything on her own. He tried to take her whole life in his hands, and he held too tightly, and ended up crushing it.
*Duke begins to stir, but Exner kicks him in the head, sending him back into the tacks.
Doe: And one last question you all probably have is why Exner? Normally, he would answer this on his own, but in the time since you last saw him, he has become so disenchanted with the world, he would rather go mute and let his actions speak than to speak and have his message fall upon deaf ears. For his whole life, it has been one misfortune after another. And when he finally seemed to be getting his life back on track by working here in EWT, he gets fired, while men like Andy Duke who have done nothing notable in almost a year get to keep their jobs and over inflated paychecks. Don’t blame us for what we’re doing. You have no one to blame but yourselves. And don’t think we’re stopping with Andy Duke. He’s just the first of many. And unless someone can stop us, we’re going to keep on piling up the bodies until we hit the ceiling.
*Doe whispers something in Alexa’s ear, and she goes out of the ring. He the tells Exner to hold Duke, so that he is on his knees facing Doe. Alexa comes back into the ring with a handful of the fliers that rained down during Duke’s entrance, and Doe’s coat. Doe reaches into one of the pockets and pulls out a….
Russ: No!
Styles. OK. This has gone on long enough! Someone’s got to come down here and stop this!
*… a staple gun! Doe hands Alexa his coat, and she hands him the stack of papers. He grabs one, and holds it against Duke’s chest, which has tacks stuck in it, and staples it onto his chest! Alexa winces when it happens, and has to look away. Duke lets out a loud scream.
Styles: OH MY GOD!
*Doe grabs another sheet of paper, and staples it onto Duke’s abdomen. Alexa winces with each stapling. He stables another onto one of Duke’s arms. He grabs three or four sheets, and stables each of them into Duke’s head. Alexa, who is still looking away from the attack, is now crying. Jonathan grabs her by the arm, and forcefully makes her look at Duke, which only causes her to cry more. Jonathan drops the staple gun, and the three leave the ring through the crowd. Jonathan keeps his grasp on Alexa’s arm, and yells at her during their exit.
Styles: We need medics out here, quick.
*Duke, now with tacks all over his body and random pieces of propaganda stabled across his body, is able to get to his feet with help of the ropes, as medics come out, and help him to the back. Ring crew members come out and sweep the ring of tacks, and pour bleach on the blood that Duke lost during the attack.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Feb 18, 2008 16:09:06 GMT -5
*In the ring and Toni "TG" Garcya has the audience waiting* "TG": The following match is for one fall, introducing first ... .he weighs in at 420 lbs and stands over 7ft 3 inches tall, but after this match he will not be the biggest man in EWT history!! *On that early announcement the lights dim down low and this music starts ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zm7EeuWnc-8 ). The huge granite looking rock rises out of a trapdoor. As the Ecstasy of Gold by Metallica picks up the rock cracks down the middle and splits in half with an impressive pyro and lighting effect to reveal Samuel Big! He readies himself for his match as he ehads to the ring* "TG": He is of course ... Mr. Samuel Big! *The crowd cheers as Mr. Samuel Big paces around the ring. He awaits the arrival of his enigmatic opponent. A slight look of consternation crosses Big's face as he prepares to face off against a man who is purportedly the tallest person in wrestling history. "China White" by The Scorpions ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=KvPI3aaaXLQ ) begins playing & the Toomitron goes black as white letters followed by black & white images flash across it. The lights in the arena drop, focussing at the top of the entrance ramp. Dry Ice is pumped out & a silhouette is seen against the smoke. The silhouette seems huge.* "TG": And introducing his opponent, from The Land of the Giants, standing 7' 11" tall & weighing in at an astonishing 578lbs... GIGANT~OOOOOOOOR MAX~I~MUUUUS!!! *A figure emerges the fog. Fans are craning their necks to get a look at this man. Some are even seen to be looking up as high as they can in preparation. A fuzzy boot stamps onto the ramp & a man no taller than 5' 6" emerges from the mist. Mr. Big looks on with a quizzical expression. The man doesn't look to weigh much more than 140lbs. He has a chain wrapped around his neck, he holds one end of the chain in each hand. He has long-ish black hair that partially cover his face & a beard with some rough-looking stubble. His torso, arms & legs are quite hairy. He stomps down the ramp, shaking his arms & rattling his chain as much as he can. The audience are chuckling at the sight of this unimpressive looking man. Gigantor stomps on down the ramp; roaring as he goes* "GRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!" *Samuel Big can't help it either. He laughs just as much as the audience. Gigantor continues to stomp & roar all the way down the ramp. He clambers on to the ring apron & tries to step over the top rope.* Russ: What the hell is this? Styles: It's Gigantor Maximus! The largest athlete in EWT today! Russ: He can't even get into the ring! *Gigantor hauls himself up & gets one leg over the top, followed by the other. he has to use the ropes like a step-ladder to climb into the ring. Once inside he stomps around the ring roaring as loud as possible. He shakes the ropes in the style of The Warrior. The audience laugh some more. Samuel Big & "TG" are both struggling to contain their laughter. Gigantor stomps his way over to Big & lets out another roar.* "GRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!" *Big convulses with laughter at the tiny man. "TG" leaves the ring with tears streaming from his eyes. The audience's laughter is nearly rocking the building. Gigantor stands for a moment then hauls off a huge punch squarely at Samuel Big's stomach. Big is taken aback a bit, moreso by surprise than the impact of the blow.* DING-DING! *Gigantor tries to make the best of what will surely be a temporary advantage by continuing to pound Samuel Big in the mid-section. Big simply absorbs the blows with a decidedly unimpressed look on his face. Gigantor crouches down & hits Big with a move resembling a Dragon Uppercut from Street Fighter II. This move surprises Big to such an extent that he actually rocks back & falls to the mat. Gigantor stomps over to the fallen form of Big & places a foot on his chest Great Khali-style. Big allows Gigantor to think he has the advantage for a moment...* 1... 2... *Big grabs Gigantor by the ankle & sets him up for a Giant Swing. Gigantor goes hurtling across the ring. Big mocks Gigantor's routine by stomping around the ring himself & beating his chest. Big then places a foot across the chest of Gigantor...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! *The audience & Samuel Big are shocked that Gigantor even has that much resilience. Big bends down to drag Gigantor to his feet again, Gigantor shocks Big by kicking him in the head. as Big remains stooped, Gigantor repeatedly attacks him with knees to the gut. Big staggers backwards, he's actually being affected by Gigantor's attacks. Gigantor runs the ropes & with a massive leap, floors Samuel Big with a jumping clothesline. Big is down! Gigantor stomps around the ring, roaring & shaking the ropes. Gigantor makes a throat slashing motion.* Russ: This can't be happening! Gigantor Maximus has got Samuel Big reeling! Styles: And now he's signalling that he's about to end the match! Maybe he IS the greatest giant in EWT! *Gigantor struggles to drag Samuel Big back to a standing position. He places Big in a Powerbomb position.* Russ: Can he really manage to pull this off? Styles: He was struggling just to get him back standing again, what do you think? *Big simply sends Gigantor flying with a Back Body Drop. Gigantor stands once again, puffing his chest out & standing up straight to look as big as possible. Mr. Big grabs Gigantor for a Chokeslam. He lifts Gigantor high in the air. But, as Big lifts him up, Gigantor kicks Big in the head. Big stumbles a little bit & lets go of Gigantor. Gigantor tries to Irish Whip Samuel Big. But big just proves too heavy for him. Big sends Gigantor across the ring with an Irish Whip instead. Gigantor goes crashing into the referee.* Russ: Gigantor just crashed into the ref! Styles: Having a man of... err... that size crush you can do serious damage to you! *A smirk crosses Big's face as he realizes the punishment he can inflict upon Gigantor Maximus now. But Gigantor surprises Big by wrapping the chain he brought to the ring around his hand. Gigantor clocks Big with the chain, then wraps it around Big's throat & attempts to choke him out!* Russ: That no good little bastard! he knows he can't actually defeat Samuel Big so he's trying to cheat to win! Styles: If Gigantor Maximus actually defeats Samuel Big, this may be the biggest upset in EWT history! *Gigantor tugs & tugs at the chain, trying to squeeze the very breath from Samuel Big! Big clutches at the chain around his neck & uses all his might to drag on the chain & bring Gigantor up with it. Big manages to pull on the chain so much that Gigantor is now squarely in the middle of Mr. Big's back. Big falls backwards & crushes Gigantor Maximus! He unwraps the chain from his neck & tosses it outside the ring. Big picks up the groggy Gigantor Maximus & just for good measure gives him the HFD!* Russ: That might be the most brutal looking HFD I've ever seen! *Big places a foot on Gigantor's chest, mocking the way in which Gigantor tried to cover him earlier!* 1... 2... 3!!! "TG": Here is your winner... MR. SAMUEL BIG!!!! *"The Ecstasy of Gold" ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zm7EeuWnc-8 ) plays again as Samuel Big exits the ring with his fist raised in the air in victory.* Styles: Samuel Big has done it! He faced down the *ac~hem* new largest man in EWT & defeated him. Russ: Gigantor Maximus will think twice before messing with Mr. Samuel Big again!
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Feb 18, 2008 16:09:45 GMT -5
Russ: Quite a show we've had so far, eh Joey?
Styles: I'd say so but I'm hyped up for this next match.
Russ: Yes, the Ox Division Championship match. The MMA trained rock star, Lily-Rose, vs the Fiery Joshi and current Ox Division Champion, BR Juri Sadamoto. Looks to be a great match.
Styles: I'd say so. But I'm more interested as to why Juri has been so aggressive against Lily.
Russ: Jealously?
Styles: I'd say it's deeper than that.
Russ: Well, in any case, I'm told the match is about to begin. Now to Toni Garcya for the introductions.
TG: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the EWT Ox Division championship!
*“I’m So Sick” by Lily-Rose plays, and the blond rockstar walks out as a handful of the crowd cheer her on.*
TG: Making her way to the ring first…she is…Lily-ROSE!
*Lily high fives fans as she makes her way down the ramp, then rolls into the ring, and stands up, pumping her UFC-officialized gloves together as she waits for her opponent.*
Styles: Lily looks to be rather popular here.
TG: Of course she is, Joey, she's a force out there in the pop world and is quite an accomplished wrestler.
Styles: One has to wonder if tonight is her night. Will she taste EWT gold?
*“Rose” plays over the PA system, and the crowd erupts in cheers.*
TG: And her opponent, from Osaska, Japan…she is the EWT Ox Division champion…The Broken Rose…Juri! SADAMOTO!
*From out of the stands quickly comes Juri with her Ox Division title proudly worn around her waist. She points up in a sea of fans, them copying her. She makes a bee-line down the stairs without much fanfare or slapping of the hands of fans. Juri jumps over the barricade and does her normal pre-match stretches.*
Russ: And there we see the focused Ox Division Champion. She's had a bit of a shaky run so far, facing both Vivian in a match that put her out of action for a couple of weeks then she faced off against the big knight Volt.
Styles: But regardless, she's always come back for more punishment. But here is a different sort of match that she's facing here. I have a feeling we're not going to get a brutal match, we're going to get classic.
Russ: One can only hope so.
*Lily’s bent over, preparing for whatever Juri has to start the fight off with. As Juri gets into the ring, she takes off the strap and hands it to the ref, whom holds it up for the crowd to see, then rings for the bell.*
Styles: And here we go!
*Juri starts off by rushing at Lily, pushing her back into the ropes and bringing a knee to the rockstar’s stomach. Juri grabs Lily’s head and rams her forearm into the forehead, then whips Lily into the ropes opposite her. As Juri charges at the running Rose, Lily leaps up and locks her arms around Juri’s neck for a headscissor, spins around and grabs the Broken Rose’s arm, locking her into the Christo. Juri tries to escape, but as she tries for the ropes, she falls to her knees, and slowly collapses to her stomach…but her free arm is close enough to the ropes to grab them! The ref counts to two before Lily breaks the hold, and brushes her hair out of her face. Lily picks Juri up from behind by locking her arms around Sadamoto’s waist, and plants her on her feet. Lily then picks Juri up to hit a German suplex, but Juri lands on her feet, right behind Lily. Juri takes this opportunity to lock in a sleeper hold onto the rockstar, keeping it tightly locked in as Lily struggles to break free. After a few seconds, Juri jumps and brings her knees onto Lily’s back, and brings her down hard for the Broken Stem Driver #1! Lily rolls off of Sadamoto, and Juri covers for a pin.*
Russ: Shocking! Juri using one of her late match moves right at the beginning!
Styles: Maybe she wants to end this match early.
1!
2!
*Lily gets a shoulder up!*
Styles: Just too soon to put away someone like Lily. Juri should know better.
Russ: But you have to give it to Lily for kicking out of that move. She may get ragged on for being a wrestling celebrity like Mella, but she is a credible talent.
Styles: No objections here.
*Juri picks Lily up by the head and forces her into a front facelock, then brings her knee into Lily’s midsection repeatedly. Juri then slaps Lily’s back and hits her hard with a modified DDT! Juri tries to pin again.*
Russ: That's an unusual move from Juri!
Styles: Could it pay off?
1!
2!
*A kickout from Lily!*
Styles: No!
Russ: Again, you have to give it to Lily.
Styles: I will when get starts getting her shots in.
*Juri gets to her feet, stalking Lily as she rolls to her stomach and grabs her back. This, unfortunately, leaves Lily open as Sadamoto locks in the Juri Duty! Juri keeps the hold in tightly, while Lily struggles to get free. She’s unable to escape, while Juri keeps pressing it in. After a while, Lily’s struggle begins to weaken, until she finally lays passed out. The ref checks on Lily, and raises her hand up once.*
Russ: This match has been all Juri so far.
Styles: The fiery Joshi's anger knows no bounds.
Russ: If Lily does not start getting some momentum soon, this could be a very short match.
1…
*And Lily gets it back up! The MMA experienced fighter isn’t giving in that quickly!*
Styles: She doesn't even let it drop to one! Wow!
Russ: I wonder how she will get out of this now that she has a second wind.
*Juri lets go, getting to her feet to rethink her strategy. She squats down, waiting for Rose to get to her feet, and once she turns around, Juri charges with the Rose Lariato…Lily ducks under! Juri turns around to come in contact with a SUPERKICK! Lily doesn’t stop there, as she grabs Juri’s legs and rolls her around until she’s locked in a double Boston Crab! Juri struggles to crawl to the ropes, but Lily only fights back and moves forward. Juri’s able to find the urge to crawl and attempts to reach the ropes. After moments pass, Juri’s within an inch of the ropes…until Lily quickly stomps to the center of the ring! When Juri’s unable to struggle for the ropes, she grabs a hold of her red hair to fight the urge to tap. The ref asks Juri if she wants to give up. She refuses. More time passes, and the ref asks again. Juri shakes her head. Finally, after half a minute goes by, Juri pushes her torso up and takes one arm and punches Lily’s lower leg. She continues this effort, until Lily finally lets go of her opponent’s legs and grabs the one Juri punched at. Juri struggles to her feet, using the ropes for leverage, and sees Lily has her back to her. Juri runs at Lily and dropkicks Lily’s back knee, dropping her to the ground. Juri then stands and walks in front of the shocked Rose, and hits her with the Bara Bramble Special combo! Juri pushes the rockstar to the ground, then runs to the ropes, and stomps hard on Lily’s stomach! Juri hooks the leg to pin!*
Styles: Brutal chops to the face! Could this be it?
Russ: I can't imagine!
1!
2!
*Lily gets her shoulder up!*
Styles: I don't see why Juri keeps pinning Lily. She's going to have to work harder to put her away. And that isn't going to cut it!
Russ: Right you are, Joey.
*Juri looks pissed at Lily, kicking at her downed body. She picks her up to her feet, kneeing her face in, and then whips her into the nearest corner. As we see Lily whip her hair out of her face, we can see a trickle of blood coming from her nose. Juri takes this time to charge at Lily, and hits her with a high knee! She then follows up by turning her back to the rockstar, and moonsaults for a Rose White! Lily stumbles out of the corner finally, then collapses to the ground. Juri looks down at her, smiling…but then Lily grabs her leg and pulls it up, knocking Juri to the ground! She then twists the Broken Rose’s leg to apply an ankle lock! Lily struggles to keep Juri from reaching the ropes, but Sadamoto is able to get a hold of the bottom rope. The ref counts to four before Lily lets go. Lily kicks at Juri’s ribs, then wraps her arms around Juri into a Full Nelson, and keeps it applied as she flails Juri into a sitting position! After a minute or so, Juri slowly stands to her feet, and kicks at the same leg of Lily's from when she broke free of the Boston Crab. Lily breaks the hold and grabs her leg again, and as she doubles over...*
Russ: And perhaps the best counter wrestler in EWT gets out of yet another move that could have spelled the end of her reign.
Styles: Now we see the full extent of Lily's abilities, and they show to be very dangerous. Her submissions may be the end of Juri's reign just yet.
*Juri grits her teeth in anger and cracks a vicious chop right across Lily's face. Without hesitation, Lily responds with a hard shot to Juri's temple. Chop to the chest! Fist to the jaw! Chop right to the throat! Body blow! Chop to the face! Punch to the temple! Chop! Punch! Chop! Punch! Chop! Punch! Chop! Punch! Chop! Punch! Chop! Punch! Chop! Punch! Chop! Punch!*
Styles: At this point, I think they are just trying to dry the throats of the crowd. Between the “Woos” and the counting of the punches, I think the refreshment crew will be swamped.
Russ: I'm sure both competitors are reeling too.
*Both women are feeling the results of this constant barrage of strikes at each other. Lily rears back for a punch while Juri balls her fist to go for a punch as well. They both crack each other viciously in the jaws with well aimed punches. Instantly Lily loses her balance backwards and falls against the ropes, leaning in a sitting position against them. While Juri has collapsed to her back on the ground. Both women look to be seeing stars, colors, and pretty little birdies fluttering around both their heads.*
Styles: One word: Ouch.
Russ: You can say that again. Those shots would KO a normal boxer!
Styles: I wouldn't say that, but still... Ouch.
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
6!
7!
*Juri pulls herself back up to a crouching position as Lily has made it back to her feet by using the ropes. The crowd explodes for the never say attitude of both. As Lily tries to shake out the cobwebs of the blow she received from Juri, BR has finally risen back to her feet albeit a bit wobbly due to the focus on her legs so far by Lily. The two roses, Lily & Broken, meet back in the center and go for a lock up. Surprisingly it's a clean lock up with no cheap shots. The two women try to each prove their in ring dominance as they push their arms and their bodies against each other. But neither one is budging. The blood that was once dripping from Lily's nose has become a bit more pronounced as the referee tries to check on it. But she waves him off.*
Styles: Lily seems unwilling to quit.
Russ: I'm sure nobody would think any less of her if she did.
Styles: She would. And that's all that matters.
*This momentary distraction allows Juri to gain the upper hand and push Lily to a bridged position on the ground. BR forces more pressure on the rockstar, trying to push her to the ground as only her head is bracing Lily from being pinned. But Lily won't go down! Juri leaps up and drives her knees down into Lily's abdomen. The blonde wavers but holds fast! Juri goes for another but Lily drops down and blocks her by pushing both her legs into Juri's chest. The Ox Division Champion loses her advantage as Lily pushes herself back up and begins to push Juri into a bridged position. Knowing that her legs couldn't take the pressure after the hurt put on her by Lily, Juri pushes back with all her might. Using the temporary advantage, Juri pushes herself up to Lily's shoulders in an attempt to gain ground. But Lily breaks the hold and spikes Juri down into a brutal Sitout Powerbomb! The MMA trained Lily goes for the pin!*
Russ: That could be it!
Styles: I think that IS IT!
1!
2!
3- *KICK OUT!*
Styles: Nevermind about that.
Russ: Hey, I thought that looked to be the end too.
*Lily looks down at her competitor shocked. She goes for another pin on Juri thinking that was just a fluke.*
1!
2!
*Juri pushes off the mat and ends up pinning Lily!*
1!
2!
*Lily slaps both legs against Juri's head and rolls her over for a pin!*
1!
2!
*Juri slams her legs into Lily's chest and rolls back then grabs the leg for another pin!*
1!
2!
*Lily kicks out then catches the rising Juri off guard by flipping her not a pin!*
1!
2!
Russ: Well, that was quite the exchange.
Styles: They were going so fast we couldn't even get a word in!
*Juri kicks and rolls back out of it. She sprints forward as Lily rises and kicks Miss Rose right across the face with a vicious shin kick that surely doesn't help her already damaged nose. Juri hooks the leg, thinking this one is academic.*
Styles: What a brutal kick! This could be the end!
Russ: I wouldn't give up on Lily yet!
1!
2!
3- *KICK OUT!*
Russ: Lily kicks out again!
Styles: She really has been giving it her all! She should be proud.
Russ: I'm sure she'd rather be a champion.
*This time Juri wears the look of shock. She grits her teeth in anger and jumps to her feet. Leaping high in the air, she goes for a Flipping Legdrop! Lily rolls out of the way and rises to her feet! She goes for an elbow drop to Juri but it's too late! Juri rises to go for a Senton Splash but she misses! BR goes to sit back up and quickly ducks down to narrowly dodge a knock out kick aimed for her face. She goes for a Leg Sweep on Lily who jumps over it. Narrowly dodging another kick aimed at the temple, Juri clips the leg of Lily who falls down to her back. Both women knip up at the same time and face each other off. They pause as they get cheers for their display. Both relax and walk away. Lily backs to the ropes, smirking at the cheers as she wipes her nose. Juri, on the other side, is livid. Almost like a caged tiger she walks back and forth trying to pick out an opening against her chosen opponent who looks to be doing the same.*
Styles: Color me impressed. I thought for sure I was back watching RVD and Jerry Lynn for a second.
Russ: Look at the contrast in expressions. Lily seems to be really enjoying herself. While Juri looks to be upset.
Styles: Makes me wonder what Lily did to anger Juri.
*Lily makes the first step, approaching Juri. She stops in the center and offers to lock up. Juri begrudgingly agrees and locks up with her. This time there is no stalemate as Lily breaks the hold of one arm and whips around Juri's back into a Hammerlock. Juri goes to run around the ring to break the hold but Lily hooks her arm around Juri's neck essentially crushing any success Juri might have had there. As Juri looks for a way out, Lily locks in the hold tighter hoping for a victory.*
Russ: Lily has Juri locked in! It's only a matter of time!
Styles: Lily has impressed me but I can't say that she will defeat Juri so easily with a simple move like that.
Russ: It only takes three seconds, Joey.
Styles: And Juri only needs one to swing her dangerous legs.
*Whipping her leg back, Juri strikes Lily's weaker leg and the pressure held onto her is gone. Quickly, Juri whips & spins out to face Lily while holding both her arms. She throws them down to plant a book in Lily's stomach that doubles her over. A glint of victory flashes in Juri's eyes as she rushes forth, locking in a Suplex hold, and goes for a Snap Suplex. But no! She snaps Lily in mid lift into a Neckbreaker! Juri hits her Broken Stem Driver # 28!*
Styles: Did you see the angle that Juri slammed Lily's head?!
Russ: I did. I'd say if Juri goes for the pin, she just may win!
*Juri points up, showing the crowd just what exactly is on her mind. And it's not a pin. Quickly she ascends the near top rope and sits perched for Lily to rise back up. Just as Lily makes it to her feet, Juri leaps towards her. SLAM! Lily side steps her and slams her leg right into Juri's midsection. The fiery Joshi's head whiplashes horribly off the mat as she was felled hard by the well aimed kick. Thinking quickly, Lily goes for the cover!*
Styles: OH MY GAWD!
Russ: That kick looked to have split Juri in half! And did you see the way her head snapped off the mat?
1!
2!
3- *NO! A close kick out for Juri!*
Russ: How.... How did she kick out of that?
Styles: I'm not sure she did knowingly. That was purely out of instinct.
*But Lily's not deterred. She rises quickly and begins to stalk Juri as she tries to make it back to her feet. Just as the Ox Division Champion rises, Lily calls for the end of the match and locks in her finisher! The Guitar Riff! With the big and recent blow to Juri's abdomen, the red head looks desperate for an escape. But nothing she does seems to work! After what seems like minutes, she begins to fade. Upon the referee checking on her to see if she can continue, he notices she's unresponsive. He begins the arm lift check.*
Russ: It's the Guitar Riff! Juri's fading! I think this is the end!
Styles: After that blow to her stomach, I think Sadamoto has been weakened enough for this move to do her in.
Russ: Could we see Lily-Rose, Ox Division Champion?
*He lifts one arm, it falls back down.*
1!
*He lifts it again, it falls back down.*
2!
*He lifts the final one...*
Russ: It's over! Lily won! I can't believe it!
Styles: Wait!
*And Juri springs back to life! She pushes off the ground with all her might and slams her knee straight into the face of Lily! The rock star immediately breaks the hold! Juri runs to the ropes and bounds back, going for her Ro-zu Thorn. But Lily catches her and gives her a massive Backdrop! Wanting no more of this match, Lily places Juri in a Standing Headscissors and lifts up her opponent for another Powerbomb. But Juri chops at her face! And again. Again. Again. As Lily loses her grip, Juri grabs her head and falls backwards which forces Lily's face to slam into her knees. The blonde bounces off the knees of her opponent and falls off to the side. Juri goes for the cover!*
Russ: My goodness! Juri flattens Lily's face with a... What would you call that?
Styles: A Double Knee Facebreaker? I don't know. But I do know one thing... It's effective.
1!
2!
3! KICKOUT! But it's too late!
Russ: Juri retains!
Styles: What a match!
TG: Your winner and still Ox Division Champion, BR Juri Sadamoto!
*Juri sits up from pinning Lily and tries to shake off the stiffness in just about everywhere in her body. She makes it to her feet and walks over to the ropes to be given her belt. As she turns around, Lily is there to offer her hand. Juri takes one look at it then glares at her and leaves the ring to celebrate in the crowd, leaving Lily hanging. The rock star only smiles in disappointment, wanting to bask in the after glow with Juri but was denied. Meanwhile Juri slaps the hands of a few fans as she walks away the victor in a hard fought match yet again.*
Russ: When will we learn what Juri's hold up is against Lily?
Styles: I don't know, but I'm sure she has her reasons. Either way, I hope that this isn't the last time these two face off.
Russ: But Lily only has one match left in EWT... Who will she face?
Styles: All questions that will most likely answer on another day.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Feb 18, 2008 16:10:07 GMT -5
Styles and Russ rundown the sponsors for Common Ground as Sum Guy enters the ring.
Sum Guy: Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great pleasure that at this time, I introduce to you...Hardcore Hensley!
"Fury of the Storm" plays across the loudspeakers, and Hensley storms out onto the entrance stage. He bounces up and down a couple of times before making his way down the ramp. He slides inside, proceeding to visit each turnbuckle with his arms raised high. His fans reward him with decent pops. Once complete, he turns to Sum Guy. They trade smiles, and Sum Guy hands his microphone over to him. Hensley mouths a "thank you" back to him then refocuses his attention onto the crowd.
Hensley: Before I even begin, I'd like to go ahead and thank Toomi, for allotting me this time, here on Post-Per-View, to speak.
He clears his throat.
Hensley: You see, back in early to mid July, I joined EWT with nothing really to note. I mean, of course I wanted to be the best. Of course, I wanted to reign supreme as the EWT Champ, but I wasn't totally sure of where to actually begin. My friend, well, former friend, Jacob Leonard, had always taught me to do whatever need be necessary to gain victory. Obviously, at the time, I believed him. My debut match, which ironically would took place at Old School, an event in which all the rules were returned, I faced yet another rookie, Spectre. He was a true performer, a great one. He out-wrestled me, and forced me into frustration. When I realized I couldn't defeat him, I took the easy way out, and simply bashed his head in with a steel chair. A disqualification loss, not exactly what I had originally hoped for on my debut, but nevertheless, its what I got. Instead of attempting to assert myself into any type of program, I basically just waited it out. I guess, I thought the main event spotlight would just happen to fall on me. Needless to say, that wasn't the case. I was thrown into a number one contender match the next month, along with five others, including Spectre, with the rulebook being thrown out the window. It was to be a scaffold tables match, something you would've thought I'd have been a little better at. Ironically, yet again, I failed. Turns out, I was the first man eliminated. It was utter DISGRACE!
The raising of his voice startles the crowd, and he pounds away at the nearby turnbuckle for a bit.
Hensley: Did that even cross my mind though? Nope. I continued along just waiting for everything to fall into my lap. The following month, Survival of the Fittest approached, and I found myself absent from the card. This was my final wake up call. I realized a change was in order, what that change was, however; I wasn't sure of. So, I called in a favor, and before I knew it, Leonard was here with me. He helped me train, got me into better shape than I was before I debuted! With two months, I had all the time I wished, a new light had shined upon me. Lastly, I decided to transform myself completely. No more, did I bear a t-shirt and jeans. I decked myself out in true wrestler fashion. I cleaned up. I left the "win at all costs" attitude behind, and bore a brand new one. I was determined that, whoever my next challenge be, I was going to beat him with my skills. It would Hardcore Hensley's skills that carried him to that dubya, I said. With that, I laid out an open challenge for EWT's fourth annual, Season's Beatings. I figured I needed a special audience for my new look, and who better to impress, than our troops?! After not even a week, I think, my offer was accepted, by one returning, Marcus Trunk.
Hensley pauses awkwardly.
Hensley: Trunk, one half of a phenomenal duo with Rick Raskall. Such a gifted athlete, tough lad. Influenced by a hardcore wrestling legend, he grew up hard, and made it to where he is today all on his own. We each showcased our stuff in warm up bouts prior to our encounter. He got the Sandman, I got Dreamer, we both shined. We teamed together against Raven and Richards, and shined once more. It seemed like destiny when we finally met inside this squared circle.
He bows his head momentarily, almost in shame.
Hensley: Before thousands of United States Marines, we tore that place to the ground! For thirty-plus minutes, we surpassed the limits! We set bounds unimaginable for anybody! I took nothing for granted, every chance I got, I went for the kill! There was no losing, in my mind. Inevitably, as fate had it, I was beaten. My body was empty, he had drained me, and I was nothing more. I thought about getting some revenge afterwards, but I figured, what the hell, the better man won.
He shakes his head in confusion as the entire arena is dead silent.
Hensley: Thus, came Leonard. A man a lot you are unbeknown to. He took my change in stride, encouraged me even, but the moment it all fell apart, he did the same. He berated me endlessly, claiming how I had sold out from my roots. He called me a loser, and to be frank, that's what I was. That's what I still am.
Again, Hensley seems to be sick to his stomach. He stumbles backwards, nearly dropping his mic.
Hensley: Toom E's House Party IV was the last straw. I came in, with little hope, and gave it my all. I made it halfway, and had momentum, something I thought I'd never possess. Turns out, that would be what killed me. I got eliminated, costing my partner the match as well. Not only did I lose again, but it was all on me. Nobody else could take the blame because my feet had touched the floor. It was then that Leonard's words really stuck me. It was probably one of the lesser feelings of my life.
A tear stirred, but he fought it back. His face turned red, and anger filled him.
Hensley: I relieved my tension on O'Neill, but still I kept it all bundled up inside of me. My anger seemed to eat away at me, and there came Leonard. Not only did he berate me this time, but he actually hit me. My friend, my boy, slapped the piss straight out of my mouth. I was appalled. I was astonished really! Quickly, my rage returned, and I snapped.
He stomps his foot on the canvas furiously, grinding his teeth.
Hensley: I beat him senseless! All around this place, I pounded his face in! He's sitting at home right now, and DAMMIT, I HOPE HE'S TUNED IN! LEONARD, what you received, was what you deserved! You laid your fingers across my cheek, and I awarded you an ass whipping the likes Steve Austin would raise a brow at! I leaped, and crushed you. Whether it be our final meeting, or not, I destroyed you. Am I proud? Does it make me happy? DO YOU THINK IT MAKES ME FEEL GOOD INSIDE?!?!?!
Hensley slams his mic down on the ground, and turns back to Sum Guy, who's standing in awe. He waves his hands at Hensley, but the deranged man drops him with a vicious clothesline. He stomps away at the interviewer's ribcage then brings him back up to his feet. He hoists him up onto his shoulders, and drops him with a Samoan Driver! Sum Guy's head ricochets off the mat to the horror of the viewers all around the world. Hensley's nostrils flare up, and he tosses his t-shirt into the crowd. He goes to rip off one of the turnbuckles as several backstage officials rush out to Sum Guy's aid. Hensley tells them all to come at him, but they just pull Sum Guy out to safety. Hensley stands still, seeming to leave his vile state, but a fan from the crowd tosses his t-shirt back into the ring. It slugs Hensley in the face, and his anger returns. He bounds off the ropes, leaping over onto the dozen officials outside. He doesn't sell anything as he grabs the nearest guy on the concrete, and begins leveling him with rights. The locker room appears to fill out as more people come down the ramp. Hensley fights off the first couple, but is reluctantly tackled. They attempt to restrain him as he fights endlessly, roaring at the top of his lungs. We fade to the back, the last shot, a young man's face in shock...
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Feb 18, 2008 16:10:38 GMT -5
(An advertisement for EWT Crap-a-Mania V airs)
Back at ringside, Toni “TG” Garcya is seen standing in the ring as the timekeeper rings the bell, drawing the audience’s attention to the announcer.
Garcya: “The following is a Survive & Conquer Match, and is for the EWT Tri-State Championship!”
Garcya takes a moment for the crowd to get riled up from the announcement before resuming his duties.
Garcya: (cont.) “The rules of the match are as followed: Two competitors start out with another participant entering every five minutes. A wrestler can be eliminated at any time upon entering the ring and can only be eliminated via pinfall or submission inside the ring; therefore count outs and disqualifications do not apply. The match will continue until one competitor is left, who then will be claimed the victor.
Seconds after Garcya has wrapped up his explanation, “Those Who Fight Further” blares through the arena’s sound system. The crowd is up on their feet in excitement, knowing full well what wrestler uses this as his entrance music. Sure enough, they roar in approval as Marcus Trunk steps out onto the entrance stage. Wearing his usual black trunks and boots, Trunk takes a moment to absorb the audience’s support, acknowledging them with a grin and a nod. His expression though quickly becomes serious, focusing on the match before him. He heads down the aisle, staring at the ring before him.
Garcya: “Introducing the first competitor: from Detroit, Michigan; weighing 305 pounds… MAR~CUS TR—UNK!!!”
Styles: “Talk about kicking off this match with a bang! Marcus Trunk has drawn #1 in the Survive & Conquer match with Mahavir Abha’s Tri-State title on line.”
Russ: “In perspective, the last thing you want to have in a match of this nature is to be one of the first ones out there; the lower the number, the lower the odds. But knowing Marcus Trunk, he’s probably relishing over being the first in the match.”
Styles: “There’s nothing that Trunk enjoys more than a good fight and he’ll no doubt find one tonight.”
Trunk enters the ring and poses on the second turnbuckle at the bottom right ring corner, as thousands of cameras flash brightly throughout the arena. Afterwards, Trunk steps down and paces inside the ring while doing some light stretching, his eyes completely drawn to the entrance stage as he waits for the second competitor to come out. The music fades to silence and tension builds as the crowd follows Trunk’s example of looking at the entrance stage, waiting for the next contestant. Suddenly, the thunderous opening of Shostakovich’s “Symphony #5: Finale” begins to play as the honorable Dutchman, Voltigeur steps out onto the entrance stage to pleased reaction from the crowd. Dressed in his dark cloak with his red lightning patterned pants underneath, the dignified colossus salutes the crowd with a gentleman-esque bow before proceeding down to the ring where Marcus Trunk awaits with an intrigued expression.
Garcya: “And introducing the 2nd participant: from Rotterdam, Netherlands; weighing 303 pounds… VOL~TI~GEUR!!!”
Styles: “Well, this is a interesting turn of events. Marcus Trunk & Voltigeur starting off the match against each other!”
Russ: “The two big men in this match drawing numbers #1 & #2. Couldn’t ask for anything more compelling.”
Voltigeur enters the ring and bows to the audience again, this time in the center of the squared circle. He then removes his cloak and gives it to a stagehand outside the ring, before setting his complete attention towards Trunk. The two share an intense stare down while Garcya leaves the ring and takes his seat next to the timekeeper at ringside. The referee asks the two titans if they are ready and after receiving a nod from both of them, he orders the timekeeper to ring the bell. Three “dings” later, the crowd cheers as Trunk & Voltigeur circle the ring, sizing each other up. Styles: “And here we go! The match has begun and the crowd is on their feet!”
As the two wrestlers near, Voltigeur extends his hand towards Trunk in a sign of sportsmanship. Trunk accepts the gesture and shakes Volt’s hand, drawing some respectful applause from the fans in attendance.
Styles: “Now that is nice to see. They know what is on the line tonight but that doesn’t stop them from showing the respect they have for one another.”
Russ: “Trunk previously made a name from himself in the tag team ranks with his former EWT star, Rick Raskall. Voltigeur himself is a former EWT Toolshed champion, and held that title for almost six months. To them, it is a honor for them to face each other tonight.”
Both men resume sizing each other up before locking into a grapple. When neither man seems to have the advantage in strength, they break away cleanly and circle the ring for a second time. The pair lock into a grapple again, this time though, Trunk is successful in applying a headlock on Voltigeur, squeezing the blonde’s head as if his arm was a vice. Volt backs himself to the ropes behind him and Trunk and is able to push Trunk off of him, sending the Michigan native to the ropes on the far side of the ring. Both men charge towards the center and collide shoulders. The force of impact echoes throughout the arena yet both men remain on their feet. Voltigeur points to the ropes while looking at Trunk, as if saying “try again, big man”. Trunk obliges, bouncing himself off the ropes for momentum and connects shoulders with Voltigeur again. Much like before, the two maintain their balance, and shake off the collision as if it was nothing. Trunk points at Volt then to the ropes, shouting “Your turn!” at the Dutchman. Voltigeur nods and hits the ropes, getting some added momentum into his step as he heads towards Trunk. While Volt is expecting another shoulder-to-shoulder bump with his opponent, Trunk has other ideas as he performs a rare maneuver, taking Voltigeur down with a… drop-toe-hold!? Everyone in the arena—from fans to announcers to Volt himself—is surprised by the move performed by Trunk, though the spectators initial reaction turns to amused cheers as Trunk gets back to his feet smiling at the kneeling and still bewildered Voltigeur.
Styles: “I-I’m sorry, did we just see 6’7”, over three hundred pounds Marcus Trunk perform a drop toe hold on Voltigeur?”
Russ: “I think we just did! Who would have thought that Trunk had “catch as catch can” wrestling in his repertoire.”
Voltigeur’s shock (PUNS! YAY!) subsides to a regaled smile towards Trunk, finding humor at his own expense. The two get back to business and engage into a grapple again. Trunk is able to get behind Voltigeur while taking hold of his arm, applying a wristlock in the process. Voltigeur groans in pain as Trunk applies pressure to the wrist. However, it is only a matter of time before Voltigeur breaks free after reaching back and hitting Trunk with a series of elbows to the chin. With Trunk overwhelmed by the short onslaught to his jaw, Volt hits the ropes and looks to take Trunk down with a clothesline. Unfortunately for Volt, Trunk is able recover before he can be hit, ducking the attack. Volt turns back around to face his opponent and soon finds himself hoisted onto the shoulders of Marcus Trunk. Displaying his impressive strength to the crowd, Trunk prepares to hit Volt with a Samoan Drop. Suddenly, he finds his arms locked in by the arms and legs of Voltigeur, who leans backwards, taking Trunk down into a crucifix pinning position.
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Trunk quickly kicks out after the ref’s hand hits the canvas for a second time. In a similar reaction from before, everyone in the arena is in disbelief as a wide-eyed Trunk stares up at a grinning Voltigeur from a kneeled position.
Styles: “Okay, just to assure our viewers watching from home; yes, we have witnessed Voltigeur take Marcus Trunk down with a crucifix pin.”
Russ: “It is almost like that they are trying to take each other down with moves we never associate with them. Both are known for their hard-hitting, powerhouse style of fighting, but being almost the same weight and height, it gives them the opportunity to hit such moves.”
Styles: “We also have to consider that they may perhaps be stalling a bit. With seven more competitors to come every five minutes, both men may have a long night ahead of them.”
Much like Volt reacted before, Trunk flashes a smile at Voltigeur and gives the blonde a thumbs up, complementing on his lucha-esque maneuver. Voltigeur bows to his opponent as Trunk gets back to his feet. They approach each other again and go for another grapple. Trunk though, fakes his opponent and ducks Volt’s lunge. Voltigeur turns around and is hit with a huge forearm from Trunk to the side of his head. Voltigeur retaliates with a Eurasian Uppercut. Trunk connects with a haymaker, to which Volt replies with a spinning back fist that sends Trunk reeling. The two stare at each other for a moment before rushing towards each other and trading shots with one another to the crowd’s delight.
Styles: “Now that’s more like it! That’s the style of wrestling that we usually see from these two!”
Trunk looks like he has the upper hand as he dazes Voltigeur with some stiff forearms. Trunk hits the ropes and charges towards Volt for a power move in mind, but Volt surprises the African American with a huge spinebuster. Trunk is stunned considerably as Voltigeur goes for the pin.
1… 2…
Trunk kicks out. Voltigeur drags his opponent up to his feet and Irish whips him to the bottom right ring corner. Just as Trunk’s back collides with the turnbuckles, he is immediately hit with a body splash from a charging Voltigeur. With only the ropes supporting Trunk, Voltigeur whips him across to the top left ring corner. Voltigeur rushes towards him again, going for another body splash. All he hits though is the turnbuckles as Trunk recovers long enough to dodge the attack. With Voltigeur staggering back while favoring his chest which took the bulk of the impact, Trunk charges to the ropes and returns just in time for Voltigeur to blindly turn around facing him as Trunk floors the Dutchman with a massive lariat. Trunk follows up with a pin.
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Voltigeur gets his shoulder up. Trunks grabs Volt by his long blonde hair and drags him up to his feet. Trunk hits him with a knife-edge chop to the chest, which unfortunately for Trunk, breathes new life into Voltigeur who hits a chop of his own onto Trunk. The two begin exchanging chops, each more harder than the last while the audience lets out a “WHOO” for each chop that connects. Their attention is momentarily diverted towards the Toomitron as it begins to count down to zero, meaning that it almost time for the next participant to enter the battle. As they numbers reach single digits, the crowd joins in as they count down the numbers in unison.
Styles: “And it’s almost time to reveal who competitor #3 is!”
Russ: “Who’s it going to be?”
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A horn blares throughout the arena which is followed by the music of “Killamangiro” by Babyshambles plays. The crowd jeers as “Rebellious” Darren Matthews steps out onto the stage, wearing his usual black tights, a black bandana and custom-made black t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off and the words “Whenever, However, Whatever, Whoever I Want” on the front. He sneers at the booing audience before walking down the aisle, glaring at Marcus Trunk & Voltigeur presently fighting each other in the ring.
Garcya: “Introducing the 3rd participant: from Cambridge, England; weighing 224 pounds… “RE~BELL~IOUS” DARREN MATTHEWS!!!”
Styles: “And here comes the former “Holy Father” of EWT, “Rebellious” Darren Matthews.”
Russ: “Matthews has been quite vocal about his distaste over the “Holy Father” character; how it screwed his career over and kept him down. Now, he claims he’s going to be doing his way. What we have here is a “rebel with a cause” and that cause is to become the next EWT Tri-State Champion.” About halfway down the aisle, Matthews breaks into a dash and rushes into the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope. He approaches fight between Volt & Trunk and shouts “HEY!” at the two super heavyweights, forcing them to cease their battle and turn their complete attention to Darren Matthews. The young Englishman begins to talk trash towards the two larger men, pointing to the saying on the front of his shirt and doing the “belt around waist” gesture. He concludes his rant by giving Voltigeur a hard shove to the chest and delivering a sounding slap across the face of Trunk, which does more insult than damage to the two. Volt & Trunk exchange looks, shrug at one another and proceed to lay Matthews out with dual haymakers to the face at the same time, much to the crowd’s delight.
Styles: “Well, that probably wasn’t the best strategy for Darren Matthews to take.”
Russ: “No, it wasn’t. Interfering during a fight between Trunk & Voltigeur is like asking a shark to share it’s dinner.”
Matthews tries to shake off the daze he sustained from the pair of fists he received, only to find himself dragged up to his feet by Marcus Trunk. Displaying his incredible strength, Trunk hoists Matthews over his head in a gorilla-press position. Significantly outweighing Matthews by more than 80 pounds, Trunk starts walking casually around the ring while holding his opponent in the same unfortunate predicament (for Matthews, at least). In a comical spot to the match, Trunk looks over to Voltigeur—who had been standing aside and watching Trunk’s feat of strength—and asks to switch. Amused, Volt agrees and raises his hands over his head and approaches Trunk, who passes Matthews over to into the possession of Voltigeur who holds him up in the same gorilla press position Trunk had him in. The crowd cheers as Voltigeur hold the young Englishman up for a couple of seconds before dropping him to the side with Matthews slamming his back against the canvas. His face cringing in pain, Matthews staggers up to his feet, where Trunk grabs him by the head and tosses him through the space between the top and middle ring rope to the outside of the ring. With Matthews on his back on the outside, Trunk turns his attention back to Voltigeur, who surprises him with a kick to the stomach. Volt follows up with an Irish whip, sending Trunk to the ropes on the far side of the ring. As Trunk returns, Voltigeur bends downward, preparing to hit Trunk with a back body drop. But Trunk has other plans as he catches Volt with a boot to the face that dazes the Dutchman. Trunk hits the ropes and runs towards Voltigeur, looking to take him down with a lariat. This time, he is on the receiving end of a surprise counter as Voltigeur recovers quickly enough to hit Trunk with a sitout side slam. Volt with another pin attempt.
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Trunk gets his shoulder up and staggers back to his feet, using the ropes to pull himself up. As he uses the ropes to support himself, Trunk is at the mercy of Voltigeur who charges towards him and clotheslines him over the top rope and out of the ring. Volt backs up to the middle of the ring, assessing the damage he has inflicted onto Trunk. He pays for his diverted attention dearly, as a rejuvenated Darren Matthews slides back into the ring and hits Voltigeur with a chop block to the back of leg. As the leg buckles, Voltigeur lets out a rare cry of pain as he collapses onto the canvas, where Matthews unleashes a barrage of rights to the head. Furthering the daze of Voltigeur, a confident Matthews stands up and informs the jeering crowd to “shut it”, only to draw more boos from them. He removes his bandana and tosses it into the stands, then proceeds to take off his shirt and uses it to strangle Voltigeur with it, much to the audience’s distaste.
Styles: “And look at that! Matthews taking advantage of the no disqualification stipulation in this match, using his shirt as a make-shift noose for Voltigeur.”
Russ: “He’s living up to his new found persona as “Rebellious” Darren Matthews, I’ll give him that.”
While No-DQ is still intact, the referee’s presence is to maintain order to the match as he counts begins to count to five before ordering Matthews to release his illegal hold on Voltigeur. Matthews obliges, before glaring at the referee and chucking his shirt into his face. Matthews sees Trunk pulling himself up to the ring apron and rushes towards the big man and knees him in the face, sending Trunk back to ground outside the ring. Matthews returns attention back to the decumbent Voltigeur, breaking into a run and connecting with a jumping knee drop to the Dutchman’s forehead. Voltigeur writhes while holding his head as Matthews makes a quick cover.
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Voltigeur kicks out, but Matthews is quick to resume his attack, this time targeting the leg that he had assaulted moments earlier. He hits the leg with a three consecutive elbow drops before he attempts to lock in the Sharpshooter on the 6’8”, 300 pound plus, Voltigeur. Just as he is successful in forcing the big man onto his stomach and locking in the hold, Matthews spots Trunk pulling himself up to the ring apron a second time. Matthews releases his hold on Voltigeur, opting to run full speed towards Trunk and knocking him off the apron with a stiff forearm to the jaw.
Styles: “You know, I’ll give Matthews credit. He has been able to take it to two of the biggest and strongest competitors that have ever stepped foot into an EWT ring.”
Russ: “He knows that he is beside himself for at least another two minutes, so he is isolating one opponent to the outside of the ring while working on the other. Very smart tactic right there.”
Trunk shakes off the daze he just received and looks back to the ring just as Darren Matthews vaults himself over the top rope and tries to hit Trunk with a cross body. Unfortunately, Trunk catches Matthews in midair and holds him in a fallaway slam position. Suddenly, A revived Voltigeur runs towards the ropes close to his opponents and hits a baseball slide, driving his feet into the mid-back of Matthews. The force is also enough to knock Trunk (who was holding Matthews) onto his back as both and Darren Matthews are laid out. With Trunk and Matthews dazed on the outside, Voltigeur is unfortunately unable to capitalize as he clutches his injured leg, knowing well that his recent charge and attack did not do any favors for it. After taking a brief moment to stretch out the injured limb, Voltigeur rolls underneath the bottom rope and to the outside, where Trunk & Matthews begin to stir. Voltigeur gets in a stomp to the head of Matthews, stunning the rising star from the UK, before dragging him up to his feet and sliding him back into the ring. He turns his attention to Trunk, who surprises Volt with a spear-like tackle that sends Voltigeur back first into the area above of the ring apron. While the action continues, the timer on the Toomitron begins to count down the final seconds.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Feb 18, 2008 16:11:05 GMT -5
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The horn goes off again before “Castratikron” by Dethklok kicks in and the audience boos as former WHOA student and recent addition to the EWT roster, Crash Johannson, steps out from behind the stage curtain and glares back at the jeering crowd. Wearing his usual Dethklok t-shirt—sleeves torn off—and faded blue jeans with ripped holes at the knees, Crash cracks his knuckles and heads down the aisle, discarding his t-shirt along the way.
Garcya: “Introducing the 4th participant: from Stockholm, Sweden; weighing 255 pounds… CRASH JO~HANN~SON!!!”
Styles: “Here comes one of the youngest competitors in this match: 19-year-old Crash Johannson. And if that last name sounds familiar, he is indeed the younger brother of EWT fan favorite, Spyke Johannson.”
Russ: “It wasn’t long ago when Crash was making a name for himself in EWT’s developmental territory, WHOA. Now, he is here in EWT to not only achieve the same success as his brother, but to surpass him as well.”
Just as Trunk rolls Voltigeur back into the ring, Crash breaks into sprints and attacks Trunk from behind with a series of clubbing forearms to the upper back. Crash follows up his onslaught by whipping Trunk into the steel steps next to them, his back absorbing most of the impact. With Trunk taken out of the picture momentarily, Crash turns his attention to his opponents in the ring, as Voltigeur tries to pick himself up in the lower left ring corner. Crash slides into the ring and begins to stomp the chest of Voltigeur rapidly, the speed of his attacks increase after each hit he delivers. Crash looks over his shoulder and sees Matthews getting back to his feet, to which the Swede approaches the former “Holy Father” and proceeds to kick him in the stomach followed by a flowing snap DDT (a.k.a. Even Flow DDT). Crash rolls Matthews onto his back and hooks the leg for the pin.
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Styles: “And… NO! Matthews is able to kick out and keep his chances of winning EWT gold alive. But I tell you Nick, Crash has really been impressive in these early moments of entering the match.”
Russ: “Speaking of Crash and the Johannson name, I would like to express my relief on behalf of everyone from EWT to the Johannson family regarding the safety of Spyke Johannson.”
Styles: “Spyke was presumed missing for quite some time, but it turned out to be one big miscommunication. He is alright and we hope to see him in a EWT ring again some day.”
Back in the ring, Crash continues to work on Matthews in the top right ring corner, hitting with a flurry of punches that Matthews makes a futile attempt to guard himself from the attack. Crash whips Matthews towards the corner where Voltigeur is present, but as Matthews nears, a restored Voltigeur comes darting out of the corner—bearing the pain from his leg—and he cleans the clock of Darren Matthews with a huge clothesline. Voltigeur continues his sprint as he rocks Crash with a second clothesline. Voltigeur turns to a stunned Matthews getting back to his feet and capitalizes with a Northern Lights suplex.
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Kick out by Matthews again. As Voltigeur gets back up to his feet, he is hit in the head by the boot of Marcus Trunk, who has recovered from colliding with the stairs earlier. The four men pair off with Trunk working on Voltigeur & Crash taking it to Darren Matthews. As Crash goes for what looks like a back drop suplex, Matthews is able to counter the move and float over Crash’s shoulders and land on his feet behind him. Crash turns around just in time for Matthews to kick him hard in the side of the leg, causing Johannson to drop to a knee. With Crash in a sudden bad way, Matthews follows up with a Tajiri-esque roundhouse kick to the back of the head, sending Crash face first into the canvas. Matthews with the pin on Crash.
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Kick out by Crash. Matthews takes the match down a notch by applying a chinlock on Crash, giving him a couple of moments to recover his stamina. Meanwhile, Trunk continues to work on Voltigeur, hitting the Dutchman with shoulder thrusts to the stomach in the top right ring corner. He caps it off with a hard back elbow to the chin that knocks Volt into a daze. Trunk hoists Voltigeur up to the top turnbuckle and looks like he trying to set the similar sized man up for the Puncture Press (Muscle Buster), but Voltigeur begins to fight back, concluding with a stiff headbutt that sends Trunk reeling backwards. In a rare action from Voltigeur, the gentleman from the Netherlands comes off the top turnbuckle and hits Trunk with a shoulder block. Trunk stands back up, still stunned from the attack as he walks right into a drop toe hold from Voltigeur who follows up by locking in the Iron Maiden (Rings of Saturn). Trunk screams in pain as the referee kneels down before him, inquiring if he wants to submit, to which Trunk shakes his head in a declining manner. The crowd is on their feet as Trunk begins to inch his way towards the nearest side of the ring, hoping to get to the ropes for a rope break. As Trunk gets closer, Matthews—who seconds earlier had released Crash from his chinlock to continues to take the fight to Crash Johannson, hitting the Swede with a series of quick forearms. With Crash disoriented on his feet, Matthews runs to the ropes and upon running back to Crash, goes for a cross body. However, Crash—possibly playing possum—ducks the aerial maneuver and all Matthews hits is the canvas, knocking the wind out of him in the process. Matthews stands up while holding his sternum, unintentionally walking right into a boot to the stomach from Crash who then connects with “The Facemelter” (Inverted Michinoku Driver). Matthews is out cold as Crash rolls his downed opponent over onto his back and covers him for the assured pin. Assured in most cases, but unfortunately for Crash, the sole referee in this match is busy following Trunk’s pursuit to the ropes, keeping an eye on him if he were to submit before reaching his destination. Several seconds pass as a frustrated Crash barks at the referee to come count the pin. Even with years of experience, the ref finds himself overwhelmed with all of the action going on. Fortunately for him, Trunk’s foot reaches the bottom rope, to which the ref quickly demands for a rope break. The man of respect that he is, Voltigeur obeys and releases the hold, allowing the official to hurry over to Crash and Matthews to count the pin.
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NO! Luck is most definitely on Darren Matthews’ side tonight as he gets his shoulder up before three.
Styles: “Oh, that was so close! Crash almost had Matthews there with the Facemelter. If only the referee were there seconds earlier.”
Russ: “You can’t really blame the referee for that predicament. He had his hands full with Trunk and Voltigeur.”
Immediately after the pin though, Crash lets the referee have it, intimidating him to the bottom left ring corner while screaming over his incompetence. As Crash continues to verbally assault the official, Matthews recovers enough strength to crawl behind the young Swede and roll him up with a school boy pin attempt. Looking for personal redemption, the referee is right there to count the pin.
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Crash powers his way out of the pin and quickly takes Matthews down with a huge lariat after both men get back to their feet. Not letting what happened earlier be left in the past, Crash turns his attention to the unexpected referee, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him into a hard lariat that knocks the referee out cold.
Styles: “OH COME ON! Crash showing no respect or forgiveness to one of EWT most respected and equally nameless, generic referees.”
Russ: “This match may have no disqualifications, but that won’t stop Crash receiving a huge fine from EWT management for his actions.”
The crowd boos loudly while Crash glares at the motionless body of the referee. Disgusted at the frail bag of flesh in white and black stripes, Crash picks up the limp official and tosses him out of the ring. Crash turns his attention back to the action, only to walk right into a waiting Voltigeur—who had witnessed the injustice just occurred. Before Crash can do anything, he is booted in the stomach by Volt and is then taken down with a picture perfect Tiger Backbreaker. In the corner of his eye, Volt sees a charging Darren Matthews coming towards him. Voltigeur is well prepared for whatever attack Matthews had in mind, hitting him hard with the Windmill Slam (tilt-a-whirl backbreaker). Revived and ready to fight again, Voltigeur lets out a noble war cry, with the audience replying in salutation. He looks to only man left standing in the ring: Marcus Trunk; who catches Voltigeur off-guard with a knee to the stomach. The two titans fight hard as the timer closes in on zero…
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“No One Knows” by Queens of the Stone Age begins to play and the audience announce their distaste unanimously as Minipax member Richard Clay steps out onto the entrance stage with a smug grin on his face. Wearing silver pants with black and red designs of the “£” on the sides and completing his ensemble with a tailored-made velvet red vest, Clay snickered at the jeering audience before casually walking down the aisle.
Garcya: “Introducing the 5th participant: representing Minipax; from Cash Mountain; weighing in at 262 pounds… “THE KIL~LION-AIRE” RICH~ARD CLA---Y”
Styles: “Here comes the supposed “Killionaire” of professional wrestling and one third of EWT’s Stable Champions along with Minipax members Christopher Indigo & current EWT Heavyweight Champion Joe One; Richard Clay. Tell me, Nick, do you honestly think that Clay is a “Killionaire”?”
Russ: “He claims it so, his friends claim it so, so who are we to judge about how many zeros are in his bank account. In the end, how much money you have can only get you so far in professional wrestling.”
Styles: “Well, Clay has the opportunity to add some more gold to the Minipax faction if he can emerge victorious tonight and walk away with the EWT Tri-State championship.”
Russ: “Speaking of the Tri-State title, we have yet to see the current Tri-State champion, Mahavir Abha, enter the match yet. Having a high number could play a huge factor in him retaining his title tonight.”
Styles: “Well, we still have four more competitors to go, so anything can happen between now and the final bell.”
Rather than rush in and attack anything that moves like his fellow wrestlers before, Clay opts to stand before the ring and watch Voltigeur & Trunk duke it out. Without a care in the world, he removes his custom-made vest and folds it properly before handing it to a nearby stage worker. As he engages in some light stretching (stalling?), back in the ring, Voltigeur goes for an Irish whip on Trunk, only to have it reversed by his opponent who sends him back-first into the turnbuckles of the top right ring corner. Trunk charges towards his opponent and goes for a running shoulder thrust to the stomach. Voltigeur is able to get out of the way however, and the only thing that Trunk’s shoulder connects with is the steel post. Trunk stumbles back while favoring his shoulder, backing into the waiting Voltigeur, who sets Trunk up and delivers with the Pall-Mall Buster. As Voltigeur stands, he is immediately blindsided by Richard Clay, who had been waiting for the right moment to enter the ring and strike. Clay’s sneak attack on Voltigeur allows Trunk to roll of out the ring to safety. Clay begins to hit Voltigeur with a series of European uppercuts that unfortunately do more harm than good for Clay, as they seem to have little effect on Voltigeur (Hey, if headbutts don’t work on Samoans, why the hell not?) as the noble fighter gives Clay a Euro uppercut of his own that knocks the Killionaire into a stupor. Volt looks like he is preparing to set Clay up with “Justified Persecution” to the audience’s delight, but he is immediately attacked by Darren Matthews & Crash Johannson, who unintentionally (or was it…?) save Clay in the process. A temporary alliance seems to form as Clay, Crash, and Matthews begin to beat down Voltigeur. The crowd’s concern over the Dutchman turns to cheers as Volt begins to make a gallant effort to fend off the trio. His attempt ends in futile, thanks to a sharp kick to the back of the leg by Matthews and a blatant low blow from Crash. With Voltigeur hobbling over before him, Richard Clay sets him up and with the assistance of Darren Matthews & Crash Johannson, connects with the SILVER BOMB (Tiger Driver). The crowd gasps in horror as Voltigeur appears to land awkwardly on his head. Clay covers the colossus’ motionless body while Crash & Matthews pile up on them, making it more difficult if Voltigeur were to try and kick out. A second referee rushes down from the back and slides into the ring to count the pin.
1… 2… 3!!!
Garcya: “VOLTIGEUR HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!” (By RICHARD CLAY, CRASH JOHANNSON & DARREN MATTHEWS)
Jeers fill the arena as Clay, Crash and Matthews stand up with their arms raised in triumph as a wounded Voltigeur rolls out of the ring, while holding the back of his neck. Officials and road agents come down to check on Voltigeur’s condition and attend to the unconscious referee from earlier. Both men are escorted to the back, but thankfully, Voltigeur is able to leave under his own strength, his face showing pain from the move he just took and disappointment over his showing in the match. Back in the ring, the trio of Clay, Johannson and Matthews continue to pose before the booing crowd. The three meet up in the center of the ring where Matthews grabs the wrists of Crash & Clay and holds them high in to the audience’s displeasure.
Styles: “And thanks to the unlikely alliance formed by Richard Clay, Darren Matthews and Crash Johannson, Voltigeur has been eliminated from the match.
Russ: “Sometimes you have form truces with your rivals to make it through a match like this, Joey. Lets see how long this alliance lasts…”
As all three men pose and grin at the hate filled crowd, the smile of Darren Matthews turns to a serious frown as he drops to his knees and lands a pair of low blows on Richard Clay & Crash Johannson.
Styles: “Well, to answer your last question, Nick: not very long.”
Looks of pain-stricken shock can be seen on the faces of Richard Clay & Crash Johannson. They stagger around to face their traitor, only to find Matthews bouncing off the ropes and connecting with dual flying lariats that knock both men down. Clay & Crash roll out of the ring, leaving only Darren Matthews standing as he makes it known to the world that he is does whatever he wants to whoever he wants… wherever he wants…whenever he wants.
Russ: “There he is folks: “Rebellious” Darren Matthews. Living up to his name as he… oh boy, I think he is in trouble.”
Cheers fill the arena as Matthews mistakes the sudden ovation to be all for him… until he backs into a completely recovered Marcus Trunk. Matthews’ face goes pale white, knowing what is waiting for him as soon as he turns around. In a effort to surprise Trunk, Matthews makes a sharp turn and throws a haymaker… which Trunk catches with the palm of his hand.
Styles: “And Trunk snaring the fist of Darren Matthews with one hand. Jeez, those hands are as big a skil--.”
Russ: “Don’t say it! Okay!? They are not as big as a aluminum object you cook eggs and bacon with! I know you want to say it! I know that you say it in your other promotion! But around here, we don’t compare human body parts to kitchen appliances, cooking utensils or any other household item for that matter!” (deep breath) “I-I’m sorry about… I meant no disrespect.”
Styles: “I-It’s fine, really. I understand. Lets… lets just do our jobs and call the match like it is.”
Russ: “Agreed, partner.”
Styles: “Ahem… As I was saying, those hands of Marcus Trunk are like cannonballs!”
Russ: *frustrated sigh*
Back in the ring, Trunk closes his hand, slowly crushing the closed fist of Darren Matthews, who cries in pain as Trunk’s grip tightens. Desperate to break free, Darren resorts to a eye gauge, stunning Trunk as he releases his hold. The crowd roars in disapproval to the cheap tactic Matthews performed, to which he responds by flipping them off after shaking the pain off his hand. He hits the ropes and runs towards Trunk with the intention of taking down the bigger man with a high impact maneuver. But apparently, Trunk has a high impact maneuver plan of his own, in the form of a TRUNK BUSTER (Black Hole Slam) that knocks Matthews out cold. Trunk covers Matthews as the ref gets down to count.
1… 2… 3!!!
Garcya: “DARREN MATTHEWS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!” (By MARCUS TRUNK)
Styles: “How about that! Marcus Trunk hitting the Trunk Buster out of nowhere and eliminating “Rebellious” Darren Matthews from the match.”
Russ: “It was an impressive showing by Matthews and while he didn’t win the Tri-State title, he has nothing to be ashamed of with his performance tonight.”
As Matthews rolls out of the ring, Trunk is jumped by Richard Clay, who unleashes a series of forearms and stomps onto the slightly taller man. Clay proceeds to display surprising strength as he hits Trunk with a vertical suplex.
Styles: “What power exhibited by Richard Clay. That’s over a fifty pound weight difference he just lifted over his head.”
Russ: “Minipax has three of the best all around wrestlers today: Joe One, Chris Indigo & of course, Richard Clay. It’s only natural that strength is an asset to him.”
Styles: “What about Midnight Mystery?” Russ: “Who?” Styles: “Who?” Russ: “What?” Styles: “What? …Back to the match, we go…” Clay covers Trunk for the pin.
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Trunk kicks out. Clay forces the bigger man up to his feet, hitting him with a series of rights. With Trunk in a daze (word of the match, ladies & gents), Clay comes off the ropes looking for a Lou Thesz press, only to be caught by Marcus Trunk in a Bear Hug. Clay finds himself in a bad way as Trunk tightens his grip, drawing a loud cry from Clay. Trunk keeps the hold applied for several seconds, each moment that pass could very well lead to another elimination by him. The audience is vocal over their support for Trunk as the stand up and clap simultaneously. Just as it looks like Clay is about to submit, A steel object in the form of a folded chair slams hard into the back of Marcus Trunk. Trunk grimaces in pain as he releases Clay. He looks over his shoulder at his assaulter—Crash Johannson, just as the Swede slams the chair in his upper back for a second time. The blow causes Trunk to drop to his knees. Crash shows his ruthless & equally relentlessness side as he swings the chair again to the back of Marcus Trunk, striking flesh and bone and sending big man face first onto the canvas. The crowd is all over Crash Johannson, booing him mercilessly as the Stockholm Badass looks down at the end result of the carnage he has unleashed.
Styles: “And what a cheap way to get the match in the palm of your hand! Crash Johannson attacking Marcus Trunk with a steel chair!”
Russ: “He may get with it, but in no means does the audience have to like it.”
Clay stands up while favoring his back, a grin from ear-to-ear on his face as he looks down at the writhing Marcus Trunk. He looks over at Crash and pats him on the shoulder, before telling him to hit Marcus again with the weapon in the Swede’s possession. Crash nods and winds up to strike Trunk to Clay’s delight. However, Crash shifts direction and slams the chair over the unanticipated head of Richard Clay. Clay looks to be out cold as Crash drops the chair and makes the cover on the “Killionaire”.
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NO! Somehow, Clay is able to get his foot on the bottom rope milliseconds before the three count. Crash is in disbelief as he picks up the chair and backs the 2nd referee of the match (because, y’know, he knocked the crap out of the first one), demanding how in the hell did Clay kick out. Just when it looks like Crash is about to give the ref the same treatment he gave Clay & Trunk…
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Feb 18, 2008 16:11:50 GMT -5
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…the sound of the fog horn followed by the fast paced rock of Takanashi Yusharu’s “Douten” begins to play, grabbing the attention of Crash. Moments later, Koda Kazar—wearing shiny midnight blue pants that are tucked into his boots ala Low Ki/Senshi, with silver and gold Japanese inspired designs on the sides—bolts down the aisle and towards the ring as the crowd cheers.
Garcya: “Introducing the 6th competitors: from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma; weighing 207 pounds… KO~DA KA-------------ZAR!!!”
Styles: “And here comes Koda Kazar; one-half of F.O.G.: Fanboy Otaku Gamers, and former EWT Ox Division champion.”
Russ: “And he had quite the title reign as Ox Division champion as he wrestled under the alias Rock Lee. I remember the night he defeated both Ultimo Chocula & Billy “The Virgin” Ubermark to retain that title. He held that belt for over 5 months before losing it EWT’s residential gryphon, Crauswell.”
Styles: “Lets see how Koda fares in this match, especially with Crash with chair in hand, is waiting for him to get in the ring.”
Koda slides underneath the bottom rope and into the squared circle, with Crash winding up the chair as the 18-year-old gets stands. Koda immediately holds his hands up in a defense, shouting at Crash to wait a moment. Surprised by the sudden display of possible cowardice, Crash relents and stops his swing in mid-motion. He will go to regret not decking the FOG member while he had the chance, as Koda catches him off guard with an eye poke. As Crash covers his eyes with one hand—the other of course, still holding the chair—Koda follows up with a drop toe hold that causes Crash to fall forward, almost slamming his face into the chair as he uses his hands to break his fall. Crash breathes a sigh of relief, avoiding eating the cold steel before him on the ground…until Koda hits the ropes and delivers a ground version of the Mushroom Stop onto the upper back, causing Crash to go face-first into the steel chair. The audience laughs as Crash holds his face as he writhes around the canvas. Koda turns his attention to Richard Clay, who had just stumbled onto his feet in daze from the chair shot by Crash minutes earlier. Koda connects with a series of lightning fast kicks to the legs before finishing his combo off by stepping back while smacking the ring canvas and leading to a beautiful 540 spin kick to the Clay’s chest that knocks the Killionaire on his back and leads him to roll out of the ring to avoid further harm. Koda then sees a revived Marcus Trunk coming after him, to which he stuns the big man with a thrusting back kick to the stomach. Koda then puts the winded Trunk in a bulldog headlock position and proceeds to run the closest ring corner, runs up the turnbuckles while still maintaining his hold on Trunk and connects with the Matrix Bulldog. Koda shoots up to his feet and shouts “COME ON!” while posing in the center of the ring to the audience’s delight.
Styles: “What speed! What athleticism! What technique! Koda Kazar comes into this match on fire and has cleaned house!”
Koda looks outside the ring, where Clay is picking himself up. Koda points to him and looks to the crowd, signaling to them that he is feeling a little aerial tonight. The audience’s response is an ovation of approval as Koda nods back to the masses. Koda runs back and bounces off the ropes for added momentum before running in the direction where Clay is. As he reaches the center of the ring however, a steel chair is hurled into his direction by Crash Johannson, hitting Koda in the face with the thrown object. The attack stops Koda dead in his tracks as he falls back to the canvas, favoring his forehead that appears to have taken the bulk of the damage caused by the chair. Fortunately, the attack did not draw any blood from Koda, which can’t be said for Crash as blood trickles from a gash on the bridge of his nose. Enraged from Koda making him look like a fool earlier and the damage he sustained from it, Crash begins to stomp away on the former Ox champion before hitting a falling bionic elbow aimed squarely on the forehead. Crash follows up with a pin attempt.
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Kick out by Koda. Frustration continues to build for Crash as he takes it out on Koda by gauging his eyes, all while ignoring the ref’s order to stop to the point that the ref has to physically pull Crash’s fingers away from Koda’s face, much to Crash’s anger. Meanwhile, Richard Clay reenters the ring and begins to trade punches with a weary Marcus Trunk, fatigue apparently getting the better of him as the match progresses. Trunk goes for a huge right, but Clay dodges the attack and slips behind his opponent leading him to connect with the Chicken wing facebuster (a.k.a. Waffle Face). Clay follows up with the cover.
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No! Trunk gets his shoulder up. After glaring at the referee with the suspicion of a slow count, Clay applies a sleeper hold on Trunk. On the other side of the ring, Crash seems to have complete control over his fight with Koda, as he lands some painful looking punches to the body while Koda is in daze with his back against the turnbuckles of the bottom right corner. Crash continues his assault by pressing his boot against Koda’s throat, choking the wrestler. The heels continue to wear down their opponents as the timer continues to count down. Crash releases his hold moments later and takes the opportunity to hoist Koda to the top turnbuckle. Crash scales to the top rope and preps Koda for a superplex. Crash tries to lift his opponent but Koda begins to fight back with a series of shots to the ribs and finishing it off with a well-placed right to Crash’s face, knocking the Swede off the top rope and landing hard on his back to the canvas below. Koda stands upright and balances himself on the top turnbuckle, waiting for Crash to rise to his feet. As soon as he does, Koda does a 180 hop on the turnbuckle—his back now facing Crash—and performs a jaw-dropping moonsault ala Jimmy Wang Yang, landing directly onto Crash who falls back and putting himself in a pinning situation as Koda hooks a leg.
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No! Crash kicks out. Meanwhile, Trunk refuses to give up as he has made back to his feet and has elbowed way out of Clay’s sleeper hold. Clay though, is quick to maintain the momentum he has, kneeing Trunk in the stomach. He goes for a suplex, but Trunk counters and maneuvers behind the “Killionaire”, connecting with a release backdrop suplex. Both men are out, strained by fatigue and the abuse they have suffered already. And while Koda locks in a Fujiwara armbar on Crash Johannson. The time for the next competitor to enter the match draws near…
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The horn goes off and “The Rocky Road to Dublin” by Flogging Molly begins to play. The crowd direct their jeers towards the entrance stage as Captain of Team Ireland, Aidan Donnelly, along with “The Don Juan of Donegal” and fellow T.IRA member, Sean McCann; step out onto the stage. With Sean dressed in a Team Ireland jersey (see Bio), faded blue jeans and emerald green tinted sunglasses; Aidan’s attire consist of green shorts with silver trim and the shield knot symbol on the sides. With the Irish tricolor over his head, Aidan looks at the ring, more focused than ever. Sean removes the tricolor off his head and pours water from a bottle in his hand down Aidan’s mouth before patting him on the shoulder. Aidan walks down the aisle with Sean in tow as Garcya makes the Irishman’s introduction from the timekeeper’s table.
Garcya: “Introducing the 7th competitor: being accompanied by fellow Team Ireland member Sean McCann; from Dublin, Ireland; weighing 214 pounds… AI~DAN DON~NEL~LEY!!!”
Styles: “Aidan Donnelly, the team captain of the notorious Team Ireland. A former EWT tag team champion in his own right, Aidan is the most technically sound of Team Ireland and probably one of top few on the EWT roster for that matter.”
Russ: “And it looks like he isn’t alone for this one. As Coach O’Hare stated weeks ago, there’s Sean McCann backing up his fellow Irishman.”
Three quarters down the aisle, Aidan breaks into a sprint and slides into the ring; the first man he attacks is downed Marcus Trunk, with a series of stiff forearms to the head.
Styles: “And look at this! Aidan going right after Marcus Trunk! Remember the history these two guys had last year?”
Russ: “How can anyone forget? Especially that tag team Elimination chamber that pitted Donnelly & McCann against Raskall ‘n’ Trunk against Ultimo Dragon against The Midget King & Company. That was one of the greatest I had ever seen.”
Styles: “A year later, animosity still runs wild between those parties involved.”
Aidan continues to hammer away on Trunk until Koda Kazar comes in and delivers a hard kick to Aidan’s back. Koda drags up to his feet and goes for a suplex but Aidan counters with a suplex of his own, followed by another while maintaining control over Koda and then caps it off with a brainbuster, completing the Triqueta. Crash Johannson goes for Aidan as the Irishman stands but is lifted by up in a fireman’s carry position as Aidan displays his tremendous leg muscles before hitting the Finlay roll on Crash. Aidan gets back to his feet, and approaches a stunned Richard Clay from behind, hitting the Minipax member with a bridged German suplex.
1… 2…
Clay kicks out! Aidan stands up and looks to drag Richard back up to his feet, but a giant hand clamps his shoulder and turns him around, leading Aidan to stare into the furious eyes of Marcus Trunk, who proceeds to take Donnelly with a gutwrench suplex.
Styles: “And a gutwrench suplex by Marcus Trunk! Man, you want to talk about going the distance tonight, look no further than the big man, Marcus Trunk!”
Russ: “No doubt about. He’s been in the match for almost 30 minutes and is still fighting tooth nail for that Tri-State championship.”
Styles: “Another wrestler going the distance is Crash Johannson, he’s been since coming in 10 minutes into the match.”
Russ: “Only two more competitors to go: the champ, Mahavir Abha… and the Midget King himself.”
Back in the ring, the competition continues to pick up as the 5 participants break off and fight their own battles: Trunk fending himself from the double team efforts of Crash Johannson and Aidan Donnelly while Koda Kazar & Richard Clay battle for momentum. Clay looks like he has stunned Koda with a European uppercut and goes for a lariat. All he hits however, is air, as Koda ducks the strike attempt and counters with a jawbreaker that stuns Clay and follows up with a step up enzuigiri. Crash & Aidan attempt to hit Trunk with a double suplex but Trunk counters by suplexing both men at the same time. Koda looks to heat the BME (Best Moonsault Ever) on Richard Clay, but Clay gets his knees up just as Koda is about to connect, resulting in the wind getting knocked out of the former Ox Division Champion. Meanwhile, Trunk goes to lift Aidan up but becomes distracted as Sean McCann climbs up onto the ring apron and begins talking smack at him. Trunk takes a swipe at the cockiest member of Team Ireland, but McCann drops off the apron before Trunk can reach him. The whole distraction plays right into Team Ireland’s favor as Aidan creeps behind Trunk and connects with a reverse DDT. Pin by Aidan on Trunk.
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NO! Trunk kicks out. Crash hits Aidan with a clubbing blow to the back of the neck followed by a back drop suplex. Crash is quick to cover his fallen opponent as McCann shouts for Aidan to kick out.
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Aidan raises his shoulder off the mat, electing a relieved sigh from Sean McCann as he wipes the sweat from his brow. Meanwhile, it looks like Richard Clay is setting Kazar up for the Golden Bomb but as he lifts his opponent up, Koda reverses his attempt with a hurricanrana pin.
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Clay powers out and regains the advantage as soon as he stands, booting Koda in the stomach and taking him down with the Piccadilly Cutter! Clay now with the pin!
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NO! Koda kicks out. The exhausted referee pants heavily as it seems that no man shows any intention of giving up. Oh, and by the way…
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Feb 18, 2008 16:12:46 GMT -5
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The horn goes off again and “Thoda Sa Pagla” begins to play to a thunderous ovation. The applause grow as Mahavir Abha struts onto the entrance stage with the Tri-State title around his waist. Wearing his usual long light purple tights with stars covered décor all over, Mahavir of course, as always, is being companied by his girl friend—the lovely, lusty, exotic and erotic, Jasmyne, who stands seductively—wearing black tight booty shorts and a busty little purple tanktop--while nodding at her beau as he poses to the cheering crowd. Mahavir takes off his belt and hands it to Jasmyne and proceeds to dip her and kiss her passionately on the stage as pyrotechnics go off in the background. A pleased Jasmyne fans herself struts sexually after her boyfriend as Mahavir rushes down the aisle.
Garcya: “Introducing competitor #7: being accompanied to the ring by Jasmyne; from Mumbai, India; weighing 243 pounds… MA~HA~VIR AB~HA!!!”
Styles: “And here comes the Bollywood Big Shot and the current EWT Tri-State champion: Mahavir Abha!”
Russ: “He’s coming in late to this match, making him the fresh man. That may play a huge factor in the outcome of the contest.” Mahavir strides down to the ring where Aidan Donnelly waits for the rival of Team Ireland to enter the ring.
Styles: “Aidan is posed and ready for Big Maha; the rivalry between Team Ireland, Mahavir & former Team Ireland member, Liam O’Neill, has been well documented over the last couple of months.”
Mahavir slides into the ring and ducks a lariat from Aidan. Aidan turns around and is immediately dropped by a huge right by Mahavir. Mahavyr turns around and lands another haymaker, this time to the face of Crash Johannson. Richard Clay tries to stop Mahavir, but walks into another haymaker thrown by the Bollywood Big Shot. Koda comes charging in with a clothesline, but the fresh Mahavir ducks the attempt, kicks Koda in the stomach and hits him with “Pas-de-deux”. Mahavir does a little Bollywood dance in the center of the ring as is about to turn his attention to his opponents, when he notices T.IRA member Sean McCann approach Jasmyne after she had just handed the Tri-State title to the time keeper. Sean begins to brag about him while eying Jasmyne up from head-to-toe, apparently to Jasmyne’s mild amusement. Jasmyne does a little shimmy and directs McCann closer to her with her finger (the “come here” hand gesture). With a sly and confident grin, McCann struts closer to Jasmyne, who surprises him with a stinging slap across the face that knocks Sean’s shades right off. McCann places a hand on his reddened cheek and shoots a furious glare at Jasmyne. He starts yelling at her regarding the nerve she had for doing such a thing, while Jasmyne nervously backs away from the stalking McCann. Jasmyne goes another slap across the face, but McCann blocks it by grabbing her by the wrist, putting the Bollywood beauty at the mercy of the pissed off “Don Juan of Donegal”. Seeing his girlfriend in a bad situation, Mahavir slides out of the ring and taps the shoulder of McCann—who looked like he was about to deck Jasmyne. McCann turns around and looks at the grinning Mahavir. He tries to punch him, but Mahavir blocks it and sends McCann to the floor with a big haymaker. He blows a relieved Jasmyne a kiss, to which she sweetly catches and holds close to her heart. Smiling at his girlfriend, Mahavir slides back into the ring where Aidan Donnelly is there to put the boots to him, payback for what he had just done to McCann and all of the other crap he has put Team Ireland through for the last couple of months. He drags Mahavir up to his feet and hits a T-Bone Suplex. Aidan then follows up with a pin attempt on Mahavir.
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Mahavir kicks out right after the ref’s hand hits the canvas a second time. The six men in the ring pair: Marcus Trunk with Richard Clay, Crash Johannson with Koda Kazar, and Aidan Donnelly with Mahavir Abha. Trunk nails a huge headbutt on Clay that knocks the equally fatigued Killionaire onto his back. Knowing full well that a headbutt won’t get the job done, Trunk picks Richard Clay up to his feet but is taken by surprise with a spinebuster from the Minipax member. Clay himself is too exhausted to immediately pin his fallen opponent and is only able to drape an arm over his chest seconds later.
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No. Trunk kicks out in time. Koda meanwhile, is delivering some stiff kicks to the ribs of Crash Johannson until Crash catches a boot and pulls Koda in for a short-range lariat cleans the clock of the FOG member. Koda rolls over to the side of the ring which is closest to the aisle leading to the entrance stage. Crash sets himself up on the opposite side of the ring, waiting eagerly for Koda to pick himself up so he can take him down again and this time, for good. Using the ropes for support, Koda pulls himself up to his feet and Crash charges full-speed towards Kazar. Koda fortunately, sees the Swede coming, going for what looks like a spear-like tackle. Instincts kick in as Koda drops down while pulling the middle rope downwards with him. Unable to stop, Crash goes flying through the widened gap between the top and middle rope, flipping in mid-air and slamming his back against the hard floor on the outside with a sickening thud (Very reminiscent to the bump Umage took at WrestleMania 23). The crowd cheers loudly as Crash trashes in pain while favoring his back. Koda is far from done with the Stockholm Badass as he waits for Crash to get back to his feet. Sure enough, once the younger brother of Spyke returns to his feet, Koda vaults himself up onto the top rope while doing a 180 turn and performs a breathtaking moonsault—getting some good air time before landing on Crash, sending both of them to the floor. “HOLY S***” chants fill the arena as both Koda & Crash slowly attempt to stand after a couple of seconds of laying motionless. As soon as they return to their feet at almost the exact same time, the pair begin to duke it out with whatever they have left. Back in the ring, Mahavir seems the regain the upper hand against Aidan Donnelly. He spots Koda & Crash brawling on the outside, and an idea comes to his mind. With a grin, Mahavir grabs Aidan by the back of his head and the trim of his tights. He runs towards Koda & Crash, taking Aidan with him and proceeds to toss the Team Ireland captain over the top rope and onto Crash & Koda, knocking them over like a pair of bowling pins. Sean McCann immediately goes to check on Aidan and as he helps his teammate up, they are knocked by a vaulting cross body block from Mahavir Abha. Inside the ring, Trunk connects with a overhead belly-to-belly suplex on Richard Clay. Despite being in the match for since the first bell, Trunk is quick to get back to his feet and waits for Richard Clay to blindly stagger into his direction. Once the Killionaire does, Marcus Trunk lifts him high above his head in gorilla press position. Trunks looks over at his fellow wrestlers outside the ring, slowly getting up. With Clay pressed above him, Trunk approaches the side of the ring where all the wrestlers are gathered and tosses Clay—who does a unintentional barrel roll while airborne—onto to them, taking the entire group down. The audience explodes as Trunk stands tall, but the Michigan native has “higher” feats in mind as he looks at the top left turnbuckle. He scans the crowd and points at the top turnbuckle. The audience, knowing full well what Trunk is signaling them—explodes in agreement. Trunk nods back before he makes his way to the ring corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle.
Styles: “Don’t tell me… No… Is Trunk going to do what I think he’s going to do…”
Trunk balances himself on the turnbuckle as his 5 competitors (6 when including Sean McCann) slowly rise up from the ground. Before they know it, Trunk takes flight, leaping off the top turnbuckle and taking all six men down with a diving splash. The crowd is on their feet as Styles and Russ go ballistic over what they have witnessed. Seconds past as the none of the seven EWT superstars remain motionless on the ground. Moments later though, Crash Johannson is able to crawl away from the pileup and inches his way towards the ring apron. He tosses the attached drape upward and reaches underneath the ring for a certain object.
Styles: “What is Crash Johannson looking for…”
Styles’ answer is found seconds later as with one hand, Crash drags a standard wooden table.
Styles: “Oh man, I had a feeling it was going to come to this… Here comes the tables!”
Using the barricade for support, Crash pulls himself up to his feet and presses his back against the object that circles the ring, preventing fans from interfering. He catches his breath, ignoring the insults thrown at him by the fans behind him as sweat drips out of ever pour in his body. Afterwards, he slides the table into the ring and leans it against the top left ring corner. He looks out of the ring to where all of the other wrestlers are slowly getting back to their feet. He grabs the closest one to the ring apron, which happens to be Koda Kazar, and drags him into the ring by his long brown hair. He forces Koda over to the bottom right ring corner and picks him up in a crucifix powerbomb position.
Russ: “Oh no, things aren’t looking good for Koda Kazar!”
Styles: “Don’t do it, Crash! Don’t do it!”
Crash eyes the table before him with menacing eyes before he breaks into a sprint. Just as reaches the middle of the ring though, Koda manages to squirm and kick his way out of Crash’s hands and lands on his feet behind the Swede. Crash turns around to face his escapee, only to find Koda running towards him. Before Crash can do anything, Koda connects with the TRIPLE KILL (Running Complete Shot).
Styles: “Triple Kill by Koda! This maybe it for Crash Johannson!”
Koda stands up and pumps his fist while looking down at the fallen Swede. His celebration is cut short however, as Aidan Donnelly slides back into the ring and grabs Koda from behind as the FOG member backed away from Crash and towards the table. Locking the shocked Koda in a crossface chickenwing hold, Aidan proceeds to connect with a RELEASE DUBLIN SUPLEX THAT SENDS KODA CRASHING HEAD-FIRST INTO THE TABLE!!! The audience is in awe as the table shatters, leaving nothing by pieces of debris covering the motionless body of Koda Kazar.
Styles: “HOLY S***!!!”
The audience follows Styles’ reaction as they chant his remark throughout the arena. Aidan pulls Koda’s limp body out of the wreckage and covers him.
1… 2… 3!!!
Garcya: “KODA KAZAR HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!” (By AIDAN DONNELLY)
Aidan proceeds to push Koda underneath the bottom rope and out of the ring, just as Mahavir Abha slides in and hits the Irishman with a forearm to the back. Mahavir follows up with another one before sending Aidan off into the bottom right ring corner. Mahavir charges towards Donnelly and looks to connect with the Maha-kick, but Aidan gets out of the way at the last second, causing Mahavir to strain his leg. Mahavir grimaces in pain as he turns around just in time for Aidan to plant him with a DDT. Aidan tries to make the pin, but Mahavir is quick to roll out of the ring. Aidan goes to pursue but…
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…the sound of the horn grabs his attention. Moments after, “Moving On Up” by M People begins to play to a chorus of boos, boos that intensify as all 3’8” of Curly Long steps out onto the entrance stage. The self-proclaimed Midget King—dressed like a minature pimp this evening complete with zebra patterned Fedora (w/feather) and fur coat as well as cane (his wrestling attire that consist of a blue muscle shirt and black jeans are worn underneath), raises his arms to the booing crowd, soaking in the boos as if it was natural substance to him. He looks over his shoulder and waves for someone to come on out. Seconds later, EWT hall of famer & recent returnee Sensational Cherry bounces out onto the stage, wearing the tiniest red thong bikini known to mankind. She bends over and kisses Curly on the cheek, to which Curly mouths the words “Oh yeah!” to the crowd. The two make their way down to the ring all while Curly talks trash and crotch grabs himself to the jeering crowd.
Garcya: “Introducing the 8th and final participant: being accompanied to the ring by Sensational Cherry; from Spread Eagle, Wisconsin; weighing 140 pounds… He is the “Midget King”… CUR~LY LO--------NG!”
Styles: “And here comes EWT’s own VLB: the Vile Little Bastard known as Curly Long!”
Russ: “The smallest man in the competition draws the highest number. Curly may have a good chance to walk out as Tri-State champion tonight.”
Closing in on the squared circle, Curly stops and sees the stunned Marcus Trunk slowly getting to his feet a short distance from him. Curly points at the man who has a 3 foot size advantage on him with his cane and looks to the crowd with a amused face. He putters over to the drained competitor and lifts his chin up with the glass top of his walking stick. With a wicked smile, Curly proceeds to smash the cane over Trunk’s skull, the diamond-shaped glass top shattering into thousands of pieces.
Styles: “Well, I would say that I’m shocked to see such a heinous act, but what would you expect from Curly Long?”
Russ: “The absolute worst that a living thing can resort to.”
Styles: “Exactly.”
Curly discards his broken cane, as well as his pimp hat and coat before approach the ring after receiving a another good luck kiss on the cheek from Cherry. He walks towards Richard Clay, who is on all fours next to the ring apron, still feeling the effects of being thrown out of the ring by Marcus Trunk earlier. The respectful humanitarian that he is, Curly proceeds to use Richard as a step to get himself into the ring, causing further strain on Clay’s back. Once inside, Curly stands before Aidan Donnelly. Aidan looks to the ref while pointing at Curly, “This some kind of joke?” he inquires. Before the ref can answer, Curly decides to address Aidan’s question by biting him in the finger. Aidan screams in pain as he pulls his hand away from Curly’s teeth.
Styles: “If I were Aidan, I would request treated for rabies, stat.”
Aidan looks to the ref and exclaims what has just happened, giving Curly the opportunity to hop and rake the back of Aidan with his surprisingly sharp nails. Aidan cries in pain for a second time, arching his back as he falls to his knees. Curly hits the ropes and upon returning to the stunned Aidan, connects with a running DDT. Curly stands and poses to the crowd, which actually draws some cheers for his comedic actions at the expense of Aidan. The good times for the Midget King don’t last long however, as a revived Crash Johannson charges from the side and blasts Curly with a thrust kick to the head. The crowd direct their animosity towards the Swede as he raises his arm into the air. Suddenly, an upbeat big band jazz tune begins to play, spreading confusion throughout the arena.
Styles: “W-What the hell? Where’s that music coming from?”
Voice: “WHOO! PARTY!”
The audience fixes their gaze towards the entrance stage, where the last exclamation came from. There stood EWT superstar and Delta Kappa Epsilon frat brother (Indiana chapter), Ronnie Cordova, along with his bodyguard, Jimmy Kennedy. Cordova stumbles down the aisle with microphone in one hand, a bottle of Jack Daniels in other, and what looks like at least 50 colorful beaded necklaces around his neck. Jimmy Kennedy meanwhile, carries a keg of beer with a hose and funnel attached to the tap, while wearing a feathered and sparkling mask over his usual IU mask.
Styles: “That’s Ronnie L. Cordova and Jimmy Kennedy! What the hell are they doing here?”
Crash glares at the two, furious over their presence, stemming from their recent feud.
Ronnie: “WAS’UP, E-DUB-T!!!? Dudes, check this… alright? Get a load of this… Jimbo and I have been in New Orleans for that last week. That’s right, I’m talkin’ Mardi Gras, baby! WHOO! Anyway… wait, hold up for a sec.”
He looks over at Jimmy.
Ronnie: “Dude… dude… that… dude, that mask is freakin’ me out! Take it off, dude.”
Jimmy proceeds to take off his Mardi Gras’ mask, revealing his usual mask underneath.
Ronnie: “That’s better, bro. This guy right here… I-I tell ya… this guy… WHOO! HE’S THE COOLEST, YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW!!!” (hic) “Whoa… I think I just threw up in my mouth there… it’s cool, it’s cool, folks. I swallowed it back down, everything’s all good. Anyways… We thought that with Mardi Gras happenin’ and SPRING BREAK a few weeks away. SPRING BREAK! WHOO! There’s not much in between the two to party… Anyway, after I passed out and woke up next to some fat chick… or was it a dude… I dunno, but it’s hair was silky and smooth… Anyway, Jimmy & I put our heads together and decided that there has be something in between to connect Mardi Gras and Spring Break. So! So, we decided to create our own little holiday... lasting from after Mardi Gras to the beginning of Spring Break. So, from this day forward—or whenever Mardi Gras ended—we present you… MARDI BREAK!!! Now, LETS PARTY!!!”
The festive jazz music resumes over the cheering crowd as Cordova and JK walk down the aisle, dancing as well as any one close to alcohol poisoning can do. Cordova starts tossing beaded necklaces into the crowd and comes to a sudden stop when he hazed eyes come across Sensational Cherry. He slaps Jimmy on the shoulder and points Cherry out to him before the two nod and approach her. While reeking of about a week’s worth of booze and vomit, Cherry doesn’t seem to mind the pair’s advancement, welcoming them with a cutesy wave and giggle. Ronnie holds up a necklace of beads, which Cherry finds pretty and tries to reach out and grab it. Ronnie pulls the beads away from her grasps and motions to her that if she wants them, she’ll have to show them a little something. Ronnie, along with Jimmy and a handful of male fans close to them, start chanting “SHOW YOUR T****” while Cherry looks on with a intrigued smile on her face. Just when it looks like Cherry is about to lift up her bikini top, Crash Johannson—perched on the top turnbuckle of the bottom left ring corner—begins to shout at the trio, mainly towards Ronnie Cordova and Jimmy Kennedy, though. “You don’t belong here! This is my night!” Crash hollers at the fun loving pair, who’s themselves are little ticked at Crash ruining their chance to see Cherry’s lovely “chesticles”. Reaching his boiling point, Cordova takes a swig of his beer, turns around and spits the booze into the face of Crash Johannson (ala Tajiri’s green mist).
Styles: “Cordova with… I guess we can call that Milwaukee Mist!”
Crash cries as the substance gets into his eyes. He tries to wipe it out of vision but before he can, he is immediately hit by a low blow from Curly Long, payback from the kick earlier. Curly scales to the top where Crash is, picks him up in a fireman’s carry and connects with THE CURLY CREAMER!!! Cover by Curly.
1… 2… 3!!!
Garcya: “CRASH JOHANNSON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!” (By CURLY LONG)
Looking at Crash’s unconscious body, Cordova smiles and brings the microphone close to his mouth.
Cordova: “This… is… the… best… Mardi Break… EVE----------------------R!!!”
The audience laughs as Cordova and Jimmy Kennedy stumble to the back. Meanwhile, Curly gets back to his feet and looks at Cherry with a sly grin. As Cherry blows him a kiss, Curly questions her if Cordova’s offer is still on the table, doing the shirt lifting motion. Cherry nods and is just about to expose her breasts much to Curly’s delight, when Mahavir Abha sneaks in from behind the Midget King and hits him with the Big Number slam into pin!
1… 2… 3!!!
Garcya: “CURLY LONG HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!” (By MAHAVIR ABHA)
Cherry’s jaw drops in shock from witnessing her little man get pinned out of nowhere. Her bites her bottom lip, locking in a glare on Mahavir Abha and is doing a dance in the center of the ring. Cherry stomps her way up the ring steps, enters through the middle and bottom rope, storms over to Mahavir, waits for him to face her and proceeds to slap him hard across the face. She begins to scream at him that no one makes a fool out of her man while thrusting her finger against Mahavir’s chest—who is still looking the other way from the slap he just received. After completing her rant, Cherry turns the other cheek and is about to exit the ring when suddenly Mahavir grabs her by the wrist and pulls her into a piledriver/powerbomb starting position. The look of Mahavir’s eyes hint that he is going to powerbomb the former girlfriend of HBH.
Styles: “Oh come on, Mahavir! Don’t stoop that low!”
Suddenly, Mahavir closes his eyes and smiles. He shakes his head and claims that he isn’t that kind of man. Instead, he calls for Jasmyne, who seductively enters the ring through the top and middle rope ala Stacy Keibler. She approaches Mahavir with Cherry, the blonde’s thong covered backside standing before for her. Mahavir nods at Jasmyne with a grin, who smiles gleefully back before running her tongue against her right hand. Before Cherry knows what is going on, she screams in pain as Jasmyne starts to spank her hard on the ass. The crowd roars in approval as Jasmyne continues to smack the toned gluts of Cherry, turning them red as the color of the small fruit she is named after. After Jasmyne delivers a final smack to Cherry’s booty that will no doubt lead a handprint the following day, Mahavir lets the blonde go, who immediately scampers out of the ring while covering her reddened backside.
Styles: “Well, it wouldn’t be night complete with Mahavir & Jasmyne without Jasmyne smacking another female on the ass.”
Russ: “Now that I think about it, Cherry received a spanking at last time there was Survive & Conquer match. Talk about living up a tradition.”
Mahavir blows Jasmyne a kiss as she leaves the ring, just before Aidan Donnelly attacks Mahavir from behind. Aidan goes for a Exploder Suplex, but Mahavir breaks free with some elbows to the head. With Aidan stunned from the stiff shots, Mahavir capitalizes with the Masala Special, locking Aidan into a tough pinning predicament.
1… 2…
Just as the ref’s hand could hit the mat for a third time, Sean McCann reaches into the ring, grabs the referee by the ankles and pulls him out of the ring, subsequently saving his teammate from elimination. The crowd boos at the cheap tactic performed by the Irish Cover Boy, who plays to the crowd like he didn’t do anything wrong.”
Styles: “Dammit, if it weren’t for McCann, Aidan would have been eliminated.”
Those boos suddenly turn to cheers, which even surprises McCann. He turns around to see what the commotion is all about, only to find a former teammate attack him with a running forearm to the head.
Styles: “Hey! It’s Liam O’Neill! Liam O’Neill coming to the aid of his friend, Mahavir!”
Russ: “This match should be contested between the wrestlers in the match, not by those outside of it. Good for Liam for putting McCann back in his place.”
Liam continues to take it to Sean, punching him all the way up the aisle and to the back. Meanwhile Marcus Trunk and Richard Clay have returned to the ring and are currently taking the fight to Aidan Donnelly and Mahavir Abha (Trunk with Aidan, Clay with Abha). Richard Clay hits Mahavir with some stiff jabs before attempting to land a hard right, which Mahavir ducks and counters with a kick to the stomach. Clay is dazed as Mahavir looks like he is planning to hit the Killionaire with the Pas-de-deux, only to be reversed by Richard Clay who tries to set Mahavir up for the Killionaire Krunch, but Mahavir fights his way out of it. Refusing to let Mahavir get the better of him, Clay rams Mahavir back-first into the turnbuckles of the top right ring corner. Mahavir is winded from the maneuver, unable to prevent Clay climb to the second rope and rain down closed fists upon his forehead. After 7 good shots to Mahavir’s skull, Clay looks to the crowd and holds his hand together in the shape of a “V”—a possible reference to the Minipax logo. He pays dearly for his taunting, as Mahavir surprises him by grabbing him by the waist band of his pants, carrying him out of the corner and connects with the GURU BOMB!!! Mahavir covers Richard Clay just as the recovered referee that McCann interfered with earlier reenters the ring and counts the pin attempt.
1… 2… 3!!!
Garcya: “RICHARD CLAY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!” (By MAHAVIR ABHA)
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Feb 18, 2008 16:15:43 GMT -5
Styles: “Clay is out! An impressive showing by the Minipax member, but one can only wonder how Joe One will react to his defeat…” Russ: “I think Joe has enough on his mind right now with the heavyweight title situation.”
As Clay rolls out of the ring, Mahavir looks over to Marcus Trunk & Aidan Donnelly, who were at a surprised stalemate grappling each other (mainly due to Trunk’s fatigue, though). The three approach the center of the ring and engage in a stare down, each of them waiting for the other to make the first move. The crowd is on the edge of their seats as all three men pant heavily while maintaining their focus on each other. Finally, Aidan is the first to strike, hitting Mahavir with a knife-edge chop to the chest. Mahavir Mahavir replies with a chop of his own to Aidan in the same area the Irishman targeted. The two go back and forward, chopping each other’s redden chest, all while Trunk looks on. Both men stop, out of breath and in pain from melee they were just involved in. Both look to Marcus Trunk, who takes them both down with a pair of lariats. He takes Aidan down again with a scoop slam and then sends him over the top rope and out of the ring with another clothesline. He turns his attention to Mahavir and connects with a turning powerslam ala Samoa Joe. Trunk with the cover on the champ!
1… 2…
NO! Mahavir gets his shoulder up as Jasmyne exhales, glad that her love is still in the match. Trunk scoops Mahavir up again and heads over to the bottom left ring corner. With Mahavir over his shoulder, Trunks breaks into run and looks to a running powerslam—shades of the British Bulldog—but Mahavir escapes the attempt and pushes Trunk into the direction of the top right ring corner. Trunks turns at the last second, letting his back take the bulk of the impact when collides with the turnbuckles. But as soon as he hits them, Mahavir is already dashing towards Trunk and hits him hard with the Maha-kick! The sound of Mahavir’s boot connecting with the face of Marcus Trunk echoes throughout the arena, drawing some awes from the audience. Trunk himself looks unconscious on his feet with only the support from the ropes are keeping him up. Mahavir backs up into the waiting Aidan Donnelly, who locks his arms around Mahavir’s waist and hits a release German suplex. However, while in the air, Mahavir flips his body backwards and lands on his feet. This goes unbeknownst to Aidan, as he turns around with the prediction that Mahavir is out cold on the ground only to find Mahavir rushing towards and taking Aidan down with the flying leg lariat. Mahavir gets back to his feet and rallies the crowd to get behind him as Jasmyne claps excitedly at ringside. Mahavir picks Aidan up and looks to set him up for the Guru Bomb when…
Voice: (Thick Irish Accent) “HEY! Mohaseer!”
Mahavir stops what he is doing and looks around confused as does the rest of the audience.
Styles: “That voice… was that…”
Voice: “Abha! Over here!”
Mahavir looks to the Toomitron where Team Ireland Coach Pat O’Hare is shown, standing in what looks to be the backstage area of the arena. The audience boos at the sight of the short, mustached man from the Emerald Isles.
O’Hare: “You seem to be a roll, lad. But you know what? Since you’ve been so busy with Aidan and defending your title, you forgot about the rest of Team Ireland. You forgot about me. But most of all, Abha… you forgot about your precious little friend!”
The camera pans back to show a beaten Liam O’Neill being held by Sean McCann like a human shield. Mahavir eyes widen at the sight of his friend in the state he is in, so shocked that he pushes the stunned Aidan aside. Mahavir’s eyes never leave the screen as O’Hare points his hurly towards the camera as if he was talking to Mahavir face-to-face.
O’Hare: “Now, I’m going to show you… what happens… when you MESS WITH THE IRISH!!!”
He walks up to Liam, who is still being restrained by McCann. He leans in close to Liam’s face, looking him in the eyes while holding the hurly up close.
O’Hare: “I should’ve done this the second you went loony on us.”
With that said, O’Hare winds up and brings down the hurly onto Liam, cracking the young Irishman in the skull. Liam immediately goes limp and McCann releases him, letting him drop face-first on to the concrete floor with a sick thud. The coach and his pupil make their exit as the camera continues to film Liam’s unconscious body, blood eerily seeping out from his and forming a small puddle onto the floor. A female scream can be heard in the background and the calls of Liam’s name grow closer as Tiffany—Liam’s special friend—comes into frame. Running as fast she can, she tries to stop but manages to slip and fall on her ass, showing that her reputation for being a complete klutz knows no bounds. She shakes Liam’s shoulder, trying to get any response from him.
Tiffany: “Liam? Liam!? Liam, wake up! Wake up! Please, wake up!”
With tears trickling down her face, she looks around frantically for assistance.
Tiffany: “Somebody help! Somebody please help!”
Back in the ring, Mahavir is in complete shock, horrified with what he has just witnessed. With his attention solely on what is occurring on the Toomitron, he fails to notice Aidan sneak up behind him and roll him with a school boy pin, grabbing a handful of tights for leverage.
1… 2… 3!!!
Garcya: “MAHAVIR ABHA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!” (By AIDAN DONNELLY)
The crowd lets a collective gasp at what has just happened. Mahavir looks around confused, before realizing what is most important as he bolts up the aisle and to the back, followed by an equally concerned Jasmyne.
Styles: “I-I am sorry, viewers, I’m as just at a lost of words as you probably are over what we have just witnessed. Our thoughts and prayers are with Liam O’Neill and… Is there anyone back there to help him?” (pauses as he listens into his headset) “Okay, what we can tell you know is that paramedics are on scene and attending to Liam O’Neill as we speak.”
Russ: “I hate to say this Joey, but as hard as it may, we have a match to call and w-we need to do our part for the viewers at home and we’ll keep them updated with the situation of Liam O’Neill’s injuries.”
Styles: “Unfortunately, you are right, Nick. Again, Liam O’Neill assaulted by Coach O’Hare which was no doubt orchestrated by him to distract Mahavir Abha, leading to his elimination.”
Russ: “Meaning we are a pin fall or tap out away from crowning a NEW EWT Tri-State champion. And judging the current state of Marcus Trunk, it looks like Aidan Donnelly is going to walk out of here with the belt.”
Aidan looks over to at Trunk, who is still in the same unconscious state he was when Mahavir kicked him minutes ago. Aidan approaches the benumbed Trunk, pushes him out of the corner a bit and climbs to the second turnbuckle himself. Aidan locks the massive arms of Trunk into a tiger suplex position and looks to the jeering crowd. “This is it!” he exclaims.
Styles: “Here it comes… the Guinness Hangover. After this, it’ll be all over.”
Aidan leaps forward, performing a flip while maintaining his hold on Trunk with all of the intention of driving Trunk face-first into the canvas. However, Aidan strangely lands on his feet and he suddenly feels the muscles of Marcus Trunk tense and tighten. Panic-stricken, Aidan shakes his head at the impossible as Trunk continues to have some fight left in him.
Styles: “L-Look at this! Trunk blocked the Guinness Hangover! This match may not be over yet!”
Russ: “I can’t believe that Marcus Trunk is still going strong, and neither can Donnelly for that matter.”
With a burst of strength, Trunk breaks free from Aidan and pushes the smaller Irishman forward. Aidan maintains his footing and rushes back at Trunk, looking to keep the match firmly in his hands… only to walk right into a TRUNK BUSTER.
Styles: (voice cracking) “TRUNK BUSTER!!! TRUNK BUSTER!!! MARCUS TRUNK JUST HIT AIDAN DONNELLY WITH THE TRUNK BUSTER!!!”
Russ: “Out of nowhere! That move came out of nowhere!”
Both men lay motionless on their backs, with Trunk probably using up his last remaining strength to take Aidan down with that maneuver. Aidan though, looks completely out cold and shows no signs of moving anytime soon. The crowd gets fully behind Trunk, clapping and stomping their feet in unison. It is enough to bring some life back into the big man as slowly inches towards Aidan before laying his arm across his opponent’s chest. The ref is quick to get down and count the pinfall.
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The three was inches away… if it weren’t for Sean McCann—who made his back to the ring by coming through the crowd—sliding into the ring and tackling Marcus Trunk off of Aidan, disrupting the pin fall. The crowd boos ferociously at the interference, all while McCann unleashes some piston rights onto Trunk’s forehead.
Styles: “DAMMIT! DAMN THAT SEAN McCANN!!! That son of a… After what he helped accomplish with Coach O’Hare, that son of a bitch has some guts to come out here and interject himself into this match!”
Russ: “I don’t like it any more than you do, Joey! But damn it, it’s no disqualifications!”
McCann connects with a stiff soccer kick to Trunk’s head, knocking the big man stupid. He drags Trunk to the center of the ring and heads to the top rope at the top left ring corner, his back facing the unconscious body of Trunk.
Styles: “W-Wait… No… no, don’t tell me he’s going to…”
Before Styles can even finish his sentence, McCann leaps off and hits his backflip double stomp known as the Dublin Stomp, landing squarely on the chest of Marcus Trunk.
Styles: “DUBLIN STOMP ONTO MARCUS TRUNK!!!”
Russ: “That’s it, it’s all over. The Tri-State title is going to Ireland.”
McCann tries to drag Aidan’s body over to Trunk for the cover, but the referee intervenes and orders McCann out of the ring. The reluctant McCann obliges and can only assist by shouting at Aidan to wake up. Almost 30 seconds pass until Aidan begins to stir, completely oblivious of what has happened since taking the Trunk Buster. “Aidan! He’s all yours!” McCann exclaims, pointing to the unmoving Marcus Trunk. “Pin him! Pin him now!” With a glassy look in his eyes, Aidan nods back and slowly inches his way over to Trunk.
Styles: “I just hate seeing matches end this way! Trunk, he put up a valiant effort! But I guess this is it for him. Hell of a fight, Trunk. Hell of a fight.”
The crowd voice their support for Trunk to wake up, but it appears to have fallen on deaf ears, as the former partner of Rick Raskall lays still with his eyes closed. Finally, Aidan reaches Trunk and proceeds to drape his arm over his chest.
Styles: “Here it comes… 1, 2, 3. It’s over.”
The ref gets down on his knees and counts the pin.
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3…NO!!!
Just a fraction of a second away from three, Trunk’s arm shoots up. McCann is shocked, the ref is shocked, THE ENTIRE ARENA IS SHOCKED!!!
Styles: “HE KICKED OUT!!! TRUNK KICKED OUT!!!”
Russ: “UN-BE-LIEVABLE!!!”
McCann explodes in frustration as he slides into the ring, grabs the referee by the collar of his shirt and screams into his face about how could that not have been a three count. The referee himself is without an answer, to which McCann shoves him aside and makes his way over to Aidan—who himself is in disbelief and still in a stupor from the Trunk Buster earlier. McCann screams at Aidan to wake up, even going as far as to slap his team captain across the face.
Styles: “Whoa! I-I’ve never seen Sean so riled up before!”
Russ: “Well, Team Ireland isn’t always in these kind of situations; giving all they got with little to show for it.”
The second slap across the face seems to wake Aidan up a little. “That’s it!” Sean yells at the top of his lungs. “We’re taking his arse for good!” He points to the top rope of the top right ring corner. Looking in the direction Sean is pointing, Aidan immediately knows what he means and nods in agreement. Sean helps Donnelly up to his feet before dragging Trunk over to the top right ring corner. Sean pulls the big man up with all of his effort, stopping as he sets Trunk against the corner, placing his arms over the top rope to support the limp body. Sean looks over at his shoulder at Aidan and calls for his attention. Aidan looks over and stumbles over to his teammate and helps him hoist Trunk to the top turnbuckle. Afterwards both members of Team Ireland climb up to the top, setting Trunk up with their infamous tag team finisher.
Styles: “Oh no! Don’t tell me we are going to see the Aer Lingus!”
Russ: “If this doesn’t finish Trunk off, I don’t know what will.”
Just as it looks like the two are about to perform to move, the arms of Marcus Trunk begin to move and begin to ram their elbows into both Aidan & Sean’s heads. With one arm, Trunk pushes Sean McCann aside and out of the ring, sending the blonde Irishman crashing face-first into the barricade and knocking him unconscious.
Styles: “DOWN GOES SEAN! TRUNK ISN’T DONE YET!!!”
Russ: “But he still has Aidan Donnelly to deal with.”
Aidan begins fighting back with some rights to the head until a huge forearm by Trunk knocks him into a daze. Just when it seems Aidan is about to lose his balance and fall back onto the canvas, Trunk pulls him back in and sets him up in a muscle buster position.
Styles: “W-Wait a minute… No… Trunk…”
Trunk lifts Aidan over his shoulder and stands up on the top rope, the crowd firmly behind him and waiting for what was once considered the unthinkable to happen.
Styles: “Is he… Is he going to…”
Letting out a final roar, Trunk jumps off the top rope with Aidan and connects with the Puncture Press with a thunderous slam on to the canvas. The crowd’s reaction is almost deafening!
Styles: (high pitched) “PUNCTURE PRESS FROM THE TOP ROPE!!!”
Using the last of his strength, Trunk reach back and covers Aidan, with the ref quickly dropping down to count the pin.
1…
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3!!!
The bell rings as “Those Who Fight Further” begins to play. The crowd is on their feet, cheering loudly as Garcya announces the official outcome of the match.
Garcya: “Here is your winner… and NE-----W EWT Tri-State Champion… MAR~CUS TRU---------NK!!!!!!”
Styles: “HE DID IT! HE DID IT! TRUNK DID IT! He outlasted them all: Volitgeur, Darren Matthews, Crash Johannson, Koda Kazar, Curly Long, Richard Clay, Mahavir Abha and Aidan Donnelly! Trunk fought his way through an almost an hour long brawl to capture the EWT Tri-State Championship!”
Russ: “What a performance! This is one for the history books!”
As Trunk comes to, the first thing he sees is the EWT referee presenting him the Tri-State title. He takes hold of it, stares at it for a second before brining it close to his face, overjoyed by his victory. The referee helps him to his feet and raises his arm as the flashes from the thousands of cameras that came into play at the beginning of the match are there to close it off. Trunk stands on the middle rope at the top left ring corner and holds the title over his head, a flashing the audience a fatigued smile.
Styles: “Trunk survived! Trunk conquered! Trunk is the NEW EWT TRI-STATE CHAMPION!”
(A hype package for the return of Ratings airs)
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Garcya: The following contest is the Valley of Kings match and it is for the EWT Tag Team Championship! Here are the rules. This match will take place under tornado tag rules and... During this match, a team must be able to lock both of their opponent inside the mausoleum in order the win the match. The team who succeeds doing this will be the winners. Also, this match will be no disqualification!
Apache starts up, as the crowd cheers, the challengers emerging from the back, walking on their hands, as he look quite serious for this bout, well as serious as one can look walking like them. They spring to their feet halfway down the ramp, simply galloping the rest of the way down, as they give a quick gaze to this mausoleum.
Announcer: Introducing the challengers, from Foreign Alien Island, at a combined weight of 399 pounds, Zeleke and Faboon... Team Raft Shack!
The two slip quickly into the ring, their previous injuries in this match seeming to not be affecting them, at least not in a way noticable. They look to the outside, as they await their opponents.
Garcya: And their opponents…
*A limousine pulls up onto the stage, the lights out. Strobes and multicolors begin to flash all over the arena as “Filter’s Welcome to the Fold” blares over the audio system. The door swings open as Jimmy Thunder, Terina and Jason Jupiter step out onto the stage, greeted by rather explosive boos.*
Garcya: Being accompanied by Terina, from San Diego, California, weighing in at a total combined weight of 456 pounds...they are the EWT WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…T…J…T!
*Thunder and Jupiter are both donning their maroon-and-silver wear, Terina wearing a black tight, strapless evening gown with high heels and the ever familiar jeweled crown-tiara, fit for a Miss America. The trio haughtily makes its way to the ring, Thunder and Jupiter soaking in the radiance of being with a woman who to them is superior to the audience, and being on her level, both men feel that they are in the same situation as her. At the ring, Thunder and Jupiter split directions, posing at opposite sides of the ring and sliding in. Terina sits on the side of the apron parallel to the stage, lifting her arms. Thunder and Jupiter each grab an arm and pull her up, opening the gap between top and middle ropes and holding her hands as she climbs in. Each man kisses the nearest hand; each man receives a kiss as reward. Both scale the turnbuckles, but don’t stay on for long as they hurry down upon realizing that Raft-Shack happens to be in there too. Quickly, they take off their gear and hand it to the ref, but not before lifting up their belts and showing off the gold. Terina climbs out of the ring, and the referee rings the opening bell.
DING DING DING!
*The bell sounds, as this match is underway. Raft Shack charges right at TJT, leaping at them and unloading a series of angry forearms, as the two stagger back against the ropes, the two continuing to pound away, until TJT catches them, following up by unleashing a series of jabs of their own, now sending the crazed fools stumbling back. The crowd cheers, as the two teams continue exchanging blows, TJT soon sending Raftshack off the ropes, only for them to come back, leapfrogging over their larger opponents, then grabbing them and hitting a pair of stereo bulldogs! Jimmy and Jason both hit the mat, as the Raft Shackians bounce back off the ropes, nailing a another set of dropkicks to the face, sending TJT rolling out of the ring. The two rise back, looking up at each other and cackling, then charging on opposite sides, vaulting over the rope with a pair of somersault planchas, TJT quickly getting out of the way, as both agile fellows land on their feet, Jason grabbing Faboon from behind though and ramming him face first into the barricade! He continues this, as Jimmy meanwhile falls victim to a Pele style kick from Zeleke, sending him down! The pink haired man then leaps atop and starts biting down on Jupiter's facial features, causing him to yelp in pain. He quickly pushes him off, rising back up, as Zeleke leaps up for a Hurracanrana, only to get a powerbomb in response. Jason on the other side is still banging Faboon's skull into the barricade, eventually the white haired loon blocking him, then nailing a kick to his face, sending him tumbling down! The man charges over, hopping atop the ring apron, then back off, hitting a mushroom right across the face, as he acks, grasping the area in pain. Faboon sneers, then delivers a mighty kick to the side of the head, sending Jason rolling.*
Styles: Wow, what a kick there from Faboon Noobaf!
Russ: Bless you, but Team Raft Shack looks to be hell-bent on taking the early advantage in this competition!
*Zeleke meanwhile rises back up, as Jimmy obliterates him with a lariat, looking quite annoyed, as he starts stomping viciously across his fallen body, scooping him up in his grip, then charging forward, driving him spine first into the steel post, the fellow looking wide eyed in pain, as he grasps at that back. He then backs up, charging again and driving him once more, Zeleke starting to punch in response, as he tries to fight out, but Jimmy refuses to let him go. Zeleke desperately grabs him by the head, delivering a mighty headbutt, loosening Thunder's grip, as he slips out, then hits him with a wheel kick to the face! Jimmy crumbles and falls to the ground, as Zeleke grabs and tosses him back into the ring, rubbing at his head a bit. Faboon meanwhile keeps kicking angrily at Jason on the other side, yanking him up, only for Jason to break free, driving a knee into the gut of his opponent. Faboon hunches over, as Jason yanks him up, dropping him across his knee for a Stomach Crusher. He then begins dropping a series of knees into the area, as Zeleke meanwhile leaps atop the turnbuckle, coming off a knee drop across the face, as Jimmy yelps further, grasping the area. The crazed fellow grins, mounting Thunder, then assaulting him with even more headbutts, as Jimmy grimaces, quickly pushing him off, as he rubs his face a little.*
Styles: Yeah, Raft-Shack’s large and in charge right about now!
*Jason scoops Faboon back up, driving even more knees into his chest, driving the air out of him, as he then grabs him for a spinning belly to belly suplex. Faboon however manages to slip out, landing on his feet and leaping up, nailing Jason with an enziguri to the back of the head! Jason goes down, as Faboon cackles again, clutching at his stomach, as he lifts Jason, rolling him into the ring as well. He slides in after, as Jimmy pushes Zeleke away, sending him rolling. He rises up, only to get nailed with a low dropkick from Faboon, sending him down to one knee! Faboon bounces off the ropes, coming back and nailing a Shining Wizard, putting Thunder down as well. He looks down to Zeleke, who slowly rises now, grasping slightly at his back. The two look at each other and smirk, as Faboon grabs Zeleke, launching him with a monkey flip, which he turns into a splash, landing hard atop Jason, who gasps in pain, clutching his chest. Zeleke leaps back up, as Faboon comes off the ropes, Zeleke back body dropping him over his shoulders, as he lands with a Senton Splash across Thunder's own body! The two TJT roll back to the outside again, looking across at each other, both men quite pissed. Zeleke grins, watching on, as Faboon smirks, simply putting his hands on his hips. Jason and Jimmy look over at Terina, who shrugs, as they turn back to the ring, just in time to dodge a pair of stereo baseball slides! Raftshack slips outside of the ring from the force of these, as they rises up into a Superkick from Jason and a Leg Lariat by Jimmy! Both Raftshackians, as TJT look at each other, chucking these two back into the ring now, following in after.*
Russ: Uh oh. Not what Raft-Shack was hoping for huh?
Styles: Not at all! Things can fall apart fast for either team, considering how equal of opponents they are!
*As they return to the ring, they grab Faboon, Jupiter putting on a sleeper hold, while Thunder focuses a series of kicks to the chest of Faboon, who grimaces in pain from this, as Jupiter then switches to a sleeper drop, while Jason drops an elbow on the way down, both moves connecting, as Faboon gasps, rolling along the mat. Zeleke rises up in the meantime, as TJT get back to their feet, the pink haired fool charging, right into a Double Flapjack, the two dropping him right across Faboon's stomach, driving more wind out of him. He grimaces further, as Zeleke groans, getting back to both feet, getting scooped up again in a double backdrop, then dropped into the mat! He acks, clutching at his back now, as TJT take turns stomping across it, smirking, Jimmy then scooping Jason up in a Military press, walking over and dropping him across Faboon once more, driving even more air out of his body. The two yank him back to his feet, Faboon however desperately elbowing his way free from them both, as he staggers forward, turning around and charging wildly at them both, only to run right into a double clothesline, flattening him. They look once more at each other and grin, pulling Faboon up by the neck, then charging forward, tossing him over the top rope, sending him crashing to the outside. Zeleke meanwhile is back up, as he staggers forward, Jason charging and delivering a running knee to the gut, stopping him once more, as Jupiter grabs him from behind, hitting a side backbreaker, holding him as Jason springs off the ropes with an elbow drop to the face, completing the Pressure Shooter. Zeleke rolls off, landing flat on the mat, as TJT look at each other, nodding and pulling him up as well, charging and tossing him over the top, watching as he crashes into a rising Faboon, laying them both out!*
Styles: Ouch! What is there to say besides “Ouch!” on that one?!
Russ: Exactly what I was thinking, Joey.
*The crowd boos, as TJT follow to the outside now, both men admiring their handiwork, as Faboon stumbles back up, Jason cockily walking over there, only to get a fist to the face! Faboon then rears back and hits a side thrust kick, nailing him in the jaw! He staggers back, as Faboon charges forward, only for Jimmy to cut him off with another lariat. The two look at each other and nod, as they head over to the ring apron, digging around underneath, Jason grabbing a kendo stick, as Jimmy gets a steel chair. They head back up the ramp, watching Zeleke rise, as Jason cracks him over the head with the weapon! He acks, stumbling back, as Thunder unfolds the chair, sitting it behind Zeleke, as Jason cracks him once more, sending him seated onto it! Jimmy holds him still with a waistlock, as Jason unleashes another series of strikes with the stick, each one nailing Zeleke in the skull. After a few, the poor young man has been busted wide open, as Jason rears back, twirling the weapon cockily, as he charges, only for Jimmy to take the hit, as Faboon sends him forward with a dropkick from behind! Thunder grasps his forehead, as Jason looks on in shock, as Faboon charges again, tackling and sending them both rollling down the rampway, as he starts pounding viciously away with another series of fists, Jupiter desperately trying to protect himself from this flurry, as Thunder meanwhile rises up, grasping his forehead, only to get another shot to the skull, as Zeleke grabs the weapon, rising out of his seat and unloading himself on Jimmy, who is pretty soon, also quite busted open. Zeleke keeps cracking the stick over his face, a huge grin on his bloody mug, as Jason tries to push Faboon off, finally suceeding, as he pants, Faboon walking back over to the apron himself, pulling out a garbage can from under the ring, giggling at this. Jason staggers to his feet, only to get the thing smashed atop his skull, dazing him, as Faboon dumps the thing over his head, blinding him, as he grabs another chair from beneath the ring, cracking it across his blinded self, as he acks, trying to get it off him. Terina comes running over at this, only for Faboon to turn around, shaking his head and aiming the chair at her as well, sending the woman quickly running off, as Faboon spins back around, nailing Jason with one more shot atop the can, flattening it somewhat, as he lands seated, finally getting the can off him, as the crowd cheers, Raft Shack absolutely refusing to lose to their rivals once more.*
Russ: There we go, go Raft-Shack!
Styles: Not to mention, it would seem that Jimmy Thunder of TJT has gotten his head busted open!
Russ: I wonder if Terina likes a man in crimson uniform.
*Jimmy groans, blooding dripping down from his forehead, as Zeleke rears back, swinging again, only for Thunder to catch the weapon, yanking it out of Zeleke's grip, the wily fellow dropping down instead with a low dropkick, sending him back to the floor. Jason rises back up angrily meanwhile, as he hits a spinning wheel kick, driving the chair back into Faboon's own face, busting him wide open. Jason gasps for air, as he rises back up slowly, checking his own face for blood. He then turns around, into yet another kendo stick shot to the skull, answering his question, as he too becomes bloody! Jason looks on in horror, as Zeleke aims another shot at his stomach, then another, following with a few across the back, as Faboon rises back up, grabbing another stick himself, as they nod, first nailing him in the leg at once, then chest, then finally, a double shot to head, dropping Jason hard. The Raftshackians glance at each other and cackle, smacking these sticks against each other. The two look at each other, then at Jimmy, who is back up, nailing him with another double stick shot to the face, knocking him down as well. They drop their weapons, as they nod, Zeleke hopping onto the barricade, as Faboon climbs onto the apron, the two leaping off with a combination leg drop/body splash to Thunder, who gasps in pain from the combination. They rise back up, looking back down at Jupiter on the ground as well, nodding again, then climbing back up, as they leap up and connect with a similiar move, crashing into Jason as well, who grasps at his neck and chest in pain, Thunder doing so as well. Raft Shack look at each other, panting, then both of them pointing up towards the Mausoleum atop the rampway, both men cackling and yanking their opponents up, now dragging them towards the area, hitting them with a few more forearms and fists as they do so.*
Russ: Raft-Shack’s back in the driver’s seat! Way to go, Raft-Shack! These guys can really change the pace of a match to their favor at a moment’s notice!
Styles: Yes! But can they keep it up here, or will they lose their momentum once more?
*Terina looks on in utter distress, unable to really remedy the situation for the two EWT World Tag Champions. Zeleke and Faboon toss their larger opponents onto the sandy plateau, a stream of sand intermingling with Thunder’s blood as he moans from the irritation caused by the course material. He can hardly get a break as he notices the voice of Terina reaching a frightened, piercing octave, directing him to get up. As he clears his eyes, he sees his head inches from the mausoleum door. Desperately he digs his fingers into the sand, trying to halt the haul into the chamber. Faboon leans over to forearm him again, but Thunder covers up and gets to his feet. Faboon tries another punch to knock him over, but Thunder turns his head towards Terina, looks back at Faboon and with a massive cross taken from the pages of George Foreman, punches the Raftshackian over in one hit, the crazy flying back a foot or two and crashing near the end of the plateau. Zeleke, not far away, decides to help his partner. Zeleke hits a few kicks to the legs of Thunder, and goes for a high kick to the head but ends up on the receiving end of a barrage of heavy clenched blows. He groans as Thunder’s face, covered with blood and sand, gives a merciless expression of rage. The flurry causes Zeleke to nearly keel over as Faboon comes running back at Thunder to try to pay his partner back for buying him time. Faboon leaps for a crossbody, only to be caught by Jimmy Thunder in perfect position for a Thunder Suplex. Almost telepathically does Jason Jupiter react. With the free time he’s had to catch his breath, Jason runs towards Thunder who’s inverted the position for the Thunder Suplex. As he tosses Faboon behind him, Jason leaps up with a knee brandished, striking Faboon square in the face as the Superblade Special is unleashed! Jason bounces off of Faboon as Jim continues the inverted variant of his suplex, dropping Noobaf down hard onto his frontside.*
Styles: Oh Lord…that’s the worst situation you can get into against TJT!
Russ: What was that from Thunder?!
Styles: He must be able to dig deep, but Raft-Shack should know, TJT is a team that you can NEVER give that chance of isolation to.
Russ: Right you are. They’ll pick it right apart; don’t let their looks fool you!
*Terina begins to applaud the tag champs—meanwhile, most everyone else is in a booing frenzy—as Jim pounds his chest with a heavy clenched fist, smirking while Jason Jupiter pats him on the shoulders. Smiling, Terina motions for her two men to eliminate Faboon and Zeleke, as they have been enough of a headache in this match already for Thunder & Jupiter to relent. Jason decides he’ll be the one to pull the highly dazed Faboon into the mausoleum. Thunder meanwhile approaches Zeleke, picking him up by the head and receiving a bit of return fire in the form of a few blows to the midsection. Thunder clubs him on the back, grabbing him and flipping him over as he kneels. Thunder places Ekelez on his bare knee, applying a pendulum backbreaker onto the white-haired #1 contender. Zeleke, with good (but judging by his lifestyle, not all that shocking) flexibility, flips a leg around and hits Thunder smack on the head. Thunder lets go and almost falls onto his back, wobbling up as Zeleke kicks the legs out from under him. Thunder falls over. Terina shifts her attention to the mausoleum door, which oddly enough has closed despite nobody being around it.*
Russ: Luckily we’ve got low-light cameras for this sort of thing! Let’s take a look inside and see what’s happening within the stone mausoleum!
*All around the walls are hieroglyphs, barely visible as result of the lack of much light in the chamber. Not to mention, a stone sarcophagus fit for two people. Apparently Faboon had a clever trick at the ready, as he and Jupiter are both brawling in the cramped quarters. Jason blindly grabs what looks to be a…SHOVEL?! He swings it, and perhaps with a combination of luck and speed, Faboon completely dodges the assault as Jason knocks it straight into the wall. Outside, a sharp clank is more than simply audible, ringing throughout the vicinity of the Egyptian-style mausoleum. The shovel has been lodged into an internal crack within the mausoleum it would seem, the weapon out of play for the moment. Jason European uppercuts Faboon but gets a retaliatory spinkick that sends the pair of them falling out of the structure as the heavy door swings open once again. Terina’s eyes begin shifting between the two pairs of people. Jimmy Thunder is just on the receiving end of a hurricanrana that lands him straight on his back as Zeleke steps back up, examining the situation around him. Jason and Faboon have been brawling near the far side of the plateau, hitting blow after blow and staggering back and forth. Jason nearly gets knocked off of what looks like an over 10 foot elevation, but delivers a drop toe hold unto the #1 contender that also nearly sends him off the edge. Faboon and Jason both are near the absolute edge of the plateau; a tall black scaffolding being the only other thing of interest nearby. Jason stumbles onto it, and Faboon follows. The two trade blows, the pair working down a level, then two, and then they reach the concrete floor itself. Faboon kicks Jason in the stomach and knocks him into the hard, rocky base of the sandy structure. Not to lay down for his challenger, Jason rakes the eyes of Noobaf, much to the angst of the fans. He proceeds to pick up a mounted light—a multicolor that shouldn’t be unfamiliar to a member of the glamorous three-initialed stable. With a heavy swing, he knocks over Faboon, but also staggers back into the base of the plateau, falling onto his bottom and taking a breather.*
Styles: Ow! I almost felt that one from here!
Russ: Things like that…they…they sting.
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*Meanwhile, Jimmy Thunder and Zeleke Ekelez haven’t let up in their desert brawl. Thunder hits a punch for every few strikes Ekelez lands, but because of the size difference (not to mention their training in such a thing) the two manage to maintain a pretty even “score,” proverbially of course. At the motion of Terina, Jimmy Thunder grabs ahold of Zeleke between his two dark arms. Thunder seems willing to attempt the bear hug again, but this time instead of a headbutt in retaliation from Zeleke, Thunder ends up on the receiving end of…of…a…KISS?! Right on the side of the face NOT where Terina kissed at the entrance, Thunder’s face enters into a state of a wince. He lets go as he stumbles back in a frenzy, attempting to clean his own face as Zeleke decides walks towards Jimmy Thunder. Enraged, Thunder swings for a heavy lariat that could decapitate and elephant, but Zeleke enters an insane (-r) state and decides to play the game of Epic Dodge! Thunder goes for a second lariat, but Zeleke dodges it Matrix-style. Thunder throws a heavy punch, only for Zeleke to grab it and armdrag him down. Thunder gets up, and the cycle repeats as he finds himself on the receiving end of yet another armdrag takedown. Thunder runs at him once more, Terina staring on in disbelief as Zeleke simply bolts around him. Zeleke brings him down with a neckbreaker, Thunder fumbling around in a combination of shock and pain.*
Styles: Zeleke has taken a page out of the Book of Daffy Duck; leaping, hooting and hollering his way around Jimmy Thunder!
Russ: TJT says it’s fun to be perfect, and Raft-Shack would like to agree—been there, done that!
*On the other hand, Jason Jupiter has maintained a solid advantage over Faboon. With an electrical cord, he’s been squeezing the air right out from the lungs of the white-haired Raftshackian, Noobaf tugging away at the black bunch of wires helplessly. With his remaining strength at his breath, he thrusts himself forward, which is enough to send Jason Jupiter right into the black scaffolding, shoulder-first. He lets go of the cords, which is ample time for Faboon to reverse the situation, to the delight of the crowd. Jason now finds himself on the receiving end of strangulation, gasping for air as Faboon ascends the scaffolding, hauling Jason Jupiter high up the scaffolding itself. On the third tier, he jumps onto the plateau, but not for long. Leaping off in form to tackle a suspended Jason Jupiter, Faboon looks to have the assault in the clear. He hits Jason Jupiter, tearing the cord right out of its mount as the two men crash down to the hard concrete. As a move of final desperation, Jason Jupiter applies a thinly applied front facelock. Both of them end up hitting the concrete, Faboon tackling Jason Jupiter, but Jason manages to deliver a Big Red Spot of super proportions, both men motionless on the hard floor as the crowd erupts in a boisterous chant of “HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!”*
Styles: OH MY GOOOOOOOOD!!!
Russ: What the HELL was that?!
Styles: Faboon took a risk, but ended up turning into a kamikaze against Jason Jupiter! Both men are unconscious! We need EMT’s here on the double!
Russ: Seriously! This is getting way out of hand!
*The two commentators couldn’t be any more correct as Jimmy Thunder continues duke it out with Zeleke Ekelez. The shovel seen earlier, as wielded by Jason Jupiter and Faboon Noobaf, is once more in play. Both men are fighting over the object, their blood dripping onto the sand-covered, cast-iron-bladed spade-on-a-stick. Jim pulls it away and takes a swing with it, wanging Zeleke with the wooded handle. Zeleke acks as he staggers back in pain. Thunder swings again and ends up missing this time however as he loses his grip. Zeleke manages to kick one of his wrists as he loses control of the shovel. Zeleke “procures” it from the olive-complexioned Jimmy Thunder—whose blood is making that olive seem to have a pimento in it—and begins taking a few stabs and swings at it. Jimmy, being fast but not nearly as agile as Zeleke, finds himself narrowly avoiding a few hits from the shovel, each one getting closer. Knowing that by physically intervening, she’d likely set herself up for her own destruction, Terina takes a trip to the ring.*
Russ: Wait, what’s Terina doing?
Styles: And where are those damn EMT’s at?!
*With great speed, Terina hurries over to the ring, taking off her high-heels as she slides under the ring. As Thunder continues to narrowly avoid the potential punishment deal-able by Zeleke, Terina pulls herself out, holding a dirty old sledgehammer. Not even bothering to put her heels back on, the hammer slung over her right shoulder, Terina runs towards the sandy plateau, Thunder now seeming to have taken a hit, maybe two; he’s not down but seems a little less focused. Calling his name, Terina hands Thunder the sledgehammer. As Zeleke continues to make attempts to bring Jimmy down, the heavy-hitter of TJT begins to use the sledgehammer to parry the blows from the shovel. Zeleke raises the shovel up to try and hit Thunder with an overhand shot, dodging a shot from Jimmy himself at the same time, but as the shovel comes crashing down, Jimmy whacks the head of the shovel, the digging implement spinning out of Zeleke’s hands and landing half-buried in the sand. Zeleke still hammers down, but realizes he has nothing to hammer with. Looking at his bare hands, he narrowly evades another blow from Thunder. Jim swings for the legs, but Zeleke jumps up over the sweep and catches Jimmy Thunder by the head, leaping up…Thunder attempts to slam him backwards, but Zeleke rocks backwards and drops him…DIZZY SPINAROO DRIVER! Zeleke frantically looks for Faboon and Jason, hoping to end the match as fast as he can, before Thunder recovers. Which could be anywhere from right now, to the next minute or so. Zeleke examines the area around the sandy plateau, looking out over the far side and noticing a team of doctors with Jason Jupiter and Faboon Noobaf both mounted on stretchers, the doctors pulling Jupiter and Noobaf up an emergency side-ramp that leads to the stage. Zeleke cuts them off at the stage, arguing with the doctors regarding his partner and the EWT World Tag Team Champ; if Jason is hauled off, his team can’t procure the win without locking both men in the mausoleum; if Faboon is hauled off, Zeleke will be fighting alone.*
Styles: Thank God the EMT’s are here!
Russ: There’s just one problem though; with both guys gone, this match won’t end!
Styles: …do you have a pillow I could borrow, Nick?
Russ: …do you have a blanket, Joey?
Russ and Styles: No.
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Damn!
*The doctors ignore Zeleke, save for one who begins to yell at the angry Raftshackian. The EMT’s have, at this point, brought Faboon and Jason behind the corner. Terina seems a little freaked out, her teeth dug into her mouth as she looks at the situation; Thunder is on a knee, shaking his head and wiping his forehead with a golden monogrammed white handkerchief with the initials of “K.B.”…which are likely courtesy of Teri herself; Thunder seems to be in disbelief, and gets completely to his feet, grabbing the sledgehammer that he dropped when he hit the sand. Zeleke is so furious at the predicament that he doesn’t know Jimmy Thunder who advances right behind him, brandishing the sledgehammer! A huge hit sends Zeleke faceplanting onto the stage, the doctor shaking his head and turning away. Jim turns back towards Terina, rubbing the side of his head. She points to Zeleke and shakes her head, her normally pleasant expressions very quickly changing into one of decisive anger.*
Terina: Take him out!
*Thunder blows a kiss to his manage, smiling as he gives a thumbs-up and shaking his shoulders out, bends over and picks up Zeleke Ekelez. Jimmy lifts him up high in position for a vertical suplex, walking him down the ramp, only to be mere yards from his manager. With his head turned toward the attentive, green-eyed brunette, Jim gives a cocky smirk in her direction, bending his knees while holding Zeleke, and getting back into a fully erect position. He does this again, and again—Terina now impressed, raising an eyebrow with a smug responding expression—before lifting Zeleke high and dropping him right onto his back. While the crowd boos, Terina begins to applaud the muscular Jimmy Thunder. Flexing a bicep, he drops the very same arm across the chest of Zeleke. He gets up, rinses, washes, and repeats two more times. The damage is done to a stunned Zeleke, who’s clutching his back and midsection. However, Thunder may have waited too long with the suplex, causing a surprising amount of recovery to Zeleke in the transition for the move. Jim picks up Zeleke and tosses him onto the plateau, flourishing as he hoists the smaller man onto his shoulders and carries him towards the mausoleum. Thunder’s about to throw him down, when all of a sudden…an Edge-O-Matic from Zeleke brings him down. Terina’s surprised, herself. Zeleke, barely standing on his legs, leans on the side of the mausoleum as he catches his breath; right now he’s in no condition to try to take down a recovering Thunder. Thunder’s already gotten to his feet, but both keep their distance. Each man is in a condition where one false move could be potentially damning.*
Styles: You could cut this tension with a knife, Nick.
Nick: It’s worth a shot, Styles!
*Thunder fakes a Thunderbolt towards Zeleke, who flinches and dodges as Thunder backs off. The Foreign Alien Islander is like a matador, whereas the big Californian is the bull. Zeleke hangs a left towards Thunder to try to get around him, but Thunder catches him with his impressive speed. Thunder lifts him for his “patented” Thunder Crash, but Zeleke’s not willing to give it up yet. In a situation much like a certain match between Quack and Castagnoli, Zeleke begins to pound the bottoms of his clenched fists on the top of Thunder’s head. Thunder stumbles around, incoherently swiping at his adversary as Terina gives him misguided directions. Totally confused, Thunder is just about ready to topple over. Zeleke decides this isn’t enough though. Scissoring the head Thunder, Ekelez leaps backwards, planting Thunder’s head into the course plateau of the area. It’s no KO, but it’s a start. With Thunder down, Zeleke staggers back towards the mausoleum. Thunder remains down for a good 30 seconds. Suddenly, the fans explode in cheers! Jason Jupiter and Faboon Noobaf are back on their feet, having just brawled through the stage curtain! The doctors have been following both men it would seem. All of the doctors are in an uproar, but don’t dare step past the curtain and risk being caught in the proverbial whirlwind of punches. Both men fight their way down the ramp, plowing right into the sandy elevation. *
Nick: They’re back, they’re back, it’s—
Styles: NOT Pacman Jones!
*Zeleke looks down meanwhile at the downed Thunde, who still shows no sign of getting up any time soon, as he pants slightly, then runs over to the side of the Mausoleum... beginning to scale the damn thing! The crowd looks on, cheering loudly, as the crazed fool makes his way up there, both Faboon and Jason too busy battling to notice. Finally, the pink haired lunatic stands atop, shaking his hand in victory, as he measures his man, charging forward and...*
Styles: Wait! WAIT!
*there's no telling as the lights suddenly go off! The crowd starts speaking quite confused, as they don't come back on for quite a while longer, but a nasty sound is heard, as the lights finally come back on, as we see the missing Ghostface, who looks down with contempt at the man at his feet, as he reaches down, scooping the dazed young man up, then walking over, hoisting him up... then powerbombing off the damn roof, Zeleke looking on in horror, as a sick crash is heard from the ground below! The crowd goes silent, as Ghostface looks at them, simply watching from above, as Faboon runs over, near the mausoleum door, looking down in shock at his tag team partner. He doesn't look too good, as he's holding his neck in tremendous pain, no longer concious. As Faboon turns around, Jimmy kick s him in the gut and he and Jason set him up and drop him down with Thunder has Struck to Jupiter, laying him out as well. They look at each other, then back at the top of the building, both grinning.. as they hoist Faboon up as well, tossing him into the mausoleum, then walking over and limping pushing his tag team partner in their as well with their feet, as they quickly seal the door shut... the bell sounding, as enormous boos begans scattering around the arena.*
DING DING DING!
Styles: NO WAY! NO *BLEEP!*ING WAY! NO! NO!
Garcya: Here are your winners... and still EWT World Tag Team Champions, TJT!
Russ: This is a travesty, Joey!
*"Welcome to the Fold" begins to play over again as Terina runs over, having grabbed the Tag belts already and presents them back to TJT, who hold them aloft and grin quite widely, very proud of their underhanded victory. They soon exit the ringside area with their music fading out, as Ghostface has also vanished, only leaving behind this destruction. A referee runs over and checks on Zeleke, immediately throwing up the x! A stretcher is almost immediately rolled out from the back, as EMTs run over, reaching down and checking Zeleke's pulse, which is thankfully still there. They check his neck, then shake their heads, the team lifting him up slowly, carrying him away from the Mausoleum, as Faboon slowly rises up, staggering out of the building, as he sees Zeleke, running over and immediately checking on him, who is still not moving. The crazed man looks on, as it seems not even he can help, but feel sorry for his partner's plight. He walks over, as the EMTs wheel him up the rampway, the crowd silently watching on. We quickly fade to the next segment. *
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Feb 18, 2008 16:18:21 GMT -5
Garcya: The following contest is EWT’s first-ever Industrial Mayhem match, and is for the EWT Girl Next Door Championship! In this match a metal, built like a black old-school cage has been dropped and placed in the ring around the ring, however the floor has been leveled so as to make the ring equal height with the ring to be similar to a chamber. A mechanical, pressure-triggered timer device is linked to the floodlight system above the ring. After a random amount of time—due to the extremely pressure-sensitive gears in the timer—the light will activate and randomly change color. When the light is off, as of now, the stipulations will be pinfall and submission. But when the light has been triggered, each color will stand for a separate stipulation type:
-Red is first blood. -Green is escaping from the then-unlocked cell door. -Blue is pinfall. -Yellow is submission. -Black is last woman standing.
With that being said…introducing first, the challenger…
*Filter’s “Welcome to the Fold” starts up, and to the usual mixed reaction, out walks Terina onto the stage, her top pink with the platinum Ankh on the back but her pants platinum with pink trim and Ankhs on the leggings. Theatrically, she twists her head as her long brown hair follows the motions, whipping around her shoulders and neck.*
Garcya: From San Diego, California, weighing in at 142 pounds, TEEEERRRRRRRRRINA!
*As self-absorbed as she usually is during her entrances, Katerina stalks to the ring, her eyes almost closed with a huge smile on her face. When she reaches the chamber, the referee opens the door for her to come in. Terina obliges and gets into the ring, her arms resting on opposite sides of the corners of the ring posts. Her music eventually dies out.*
Garcya: And her opponent, the EWT Girl Next Door Champion…
And she's a killer She's a keeper
Am I blurry In your vision? Was I just A poor decision? (By now the audience is filled with mad cheers.) Cut me open With precision And we'll finger The incision Tell me, what have I done? Quid pro quo
To watch you lose..CONTROL!
*As the guitar riff slides out, and the woman’s voice becomes mesmerizing, Synthy Eris steps out, looking extremely focused. Her eyes are bright, shining, and she points to the beautiful GND belt around her waist as she sashays to the ring. Her hair is in glorious -so-sharp-it’ll-decapitate-you mode, her sunglasses on slung back on her head, and her black leather vest gleams as the lights slowly begin to ascend back to normality.*
*She reaches the cage, entering through the open door then walks into the ring, and stands ring center as she strikes a pose that shows off her muscular arms. She laughs lightly to herself as she flashes a pair of devil horns, and takes off the belt. She holds it above her head before handing it to the referee *
*With the two women just about ready to wrestle, the referee motions for the bell and steps out of the way.*
DING DING DING!
*With a simple flick of the wrist, Terina knocks the hair slightly obscuring her right away, shaking her shoulders a bit and assuming a readied position. On the other side of the ring with her hands on her hips, the GND Champion gives her a smirk of acknowledgment to the challenger. The contrast between the two is startling: one is light in skin tone, and the other is a long-trained tan; one is more lightweight in build, and the other is curvier; one has striking, wild fuschia hair, the other has softer, dark brown and carefully kept hair. What is but a few moments seems like a lifetime, the world around the two slowing as they stare down. Thinking her game plan for a few moments, Terina slowly advances towards Synthy, uttering a few words to her that are completely inaudible to the crowd’s spectators. Synthy nods in agreement to whatever was said, and the two immediately erupt into a whirlwind of movement. Terina delivers an arm drag to the champion, who with a bit of a flip, jumps to her feet. The challenger attempts a running hurricanrana, however, the Champ tosses her right off her shoulders. Terina lands on her feet, staggering back a few steps as Synthy aims low with a dragon screw, Terina spinning like a tornado as the move is delivered. Quickly, she gets up and the two freeze in place, slowly letting their guard down as their breathing rapidly returns to normal. Out of almost nowhere, Terina goes for a sweep kick, which Synthy completely dodges as she jumps clear over it and counters with a kick of her own that causes Terina to spin out a bit. On the other hand, using her nearby arm, Terina hooks it around the closer leg of the GND Champ, throwing her down—but the two get up at approximately the same time, no real advantage being held by one or the other. Once more, the two drop their guard and return to normal breathing, Champ and Challenger keeping their eyes intensely focused on the other.*
*Suddenly, Synthy says something to Terina who, after thinking about it for a moment, agrees to whatever was mentioned with a smile, the crowd once more being unsure as to what exactly the two women have been talking about. The two temporarily distance themselves, then, with both almost moving into perfect synchronicity, their fingers interlock in a test of strength. Both women begin to push back and forth, each one making up for a loss in the leverage department with a quick-witted and well-thought counter. Terina nearly gets Synthy to her knees, but it gets no further than that as Syn eventually pushes back enough for Terina to lose the advantage as the two, equal in height and similar in weight, begin to match up almost precisely, profile-wise. Slowly, Terina finds herself pushed back by the GND Champion as she too nearly collapses to her knees. But, much like the case with her opponent, she manages to push Synthy back to the point where, as before, the pair match up with one another in profile. However, pushing back and forth so hard, Synthy and Terina knock one another loose of the other as they both stagger back. The crowd begins to applaud the two for a bit, the friends—yet competitors in the ring—exchange smirks, before stepping forward and locking up with a more technically-inclined collar-and-elbow.*
*The two ladies violently push back and forth against one another, similarly to the test of strength. The pace changes quite drastically in a moment’s notice though; Terina locks in a headlock, but Synthy very quickly counters the move into a hammerlock. After slapping her own shoulder very loudly, the Challenger drops to her knees, hooking around the inside of one of Synthy’s legs and delivering a fireman’s carry that causes the Champ to fall down onto her back. Not to let down her assault, Terina puts a headlock in on her opponent. Using her own speed and technical ability, Synthy reverses the headlock takeover with an aptly-utilized schoolgirl. The ref immediately drops to count.*
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
*Terina rolls back over, squeezing harder than before, but that doesn’t stop the Champ from attempting another schoolgirl.*
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
*Yet again, the pin attempt fails. Unfortunately for Terina, such a simple move will not be enough to defeat Ms. Eris. Flipping onto her very shoulders, Synthy rolls over, and her legs go over Terina so that the Challenger is flipped onto her own belly. Syn hauls herself to her feet, Terina losing her grip as she is forced to either roll over to keep it in and risk a counter attack from Synthy, or let go and slip away, keeping the ball in her court. The Princess of TJT lets go in an instant, sliding back and hauling herself up on the ropes—her distance kept as she plots her next move. Not to say Synthy hasn’t been strategizing as well. Her expressions are equally attentive and studious, examining the body language of Terina for any possible telegraphs. The two eventually break their isolation, Terina attempting to whip Synthy into the ropes. However, the GND Champion reverses the move, throwing her Challenger into the ropes—who bounces off and nearly receives a running clothesline—but she ducks the move, turning around as Synthy bounces back, leaping for a dropkick which is ducked. Terina turns around to see her opponent running back at her, and grabs her for a Northern Lights Suplex, but Synthy completely jumps it, landing on her feet. Terina runs into the ropes and comes off, running back as the Champ leapfrogs it. Terina runs back for what looks like a bit of a lariat of her own, but Synthy grabs her mid-run, dodging the flailing arm and hammering her with a big tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Making haste, Synthy goes for the cover.*
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
*Terina almost leaps out of the cover, spinning to her feet and ready to assume an offensive position just a few feet away from Synthy Eris. The two are about to lock up again when a heavy “CLANK!” reverberates throughout the arena. Instantly the lights activate, a yellow flood enveloping the area around the ring, and somewhat in it. Though the two GND’s are focused on each other past the degree of being able to notice the environment around them fully, they suddenly pick up from the sounds around them the nature of the match.*
“SUBMISSION!”
*Terina smirks at the ability to more fully utilize her specialty, raising an eyebrow at her opponent; instead of being the least bit intimidated however, Synthy returns the glance at Teri. The two both begin moving ever so slowly so as to not make any cardinal errors in the oft-occurring “Sudden moves” category. Both play it smart. Both keep ready as usual. Synthy decides to make the first move, going for the legs and taking Terina down. In the short situation consisting of the two having arms at the legs of the other, Terina goes for a modified single leg crab in an attempt to counter the takedown and flip Synthy over monkey-style. Synthy buries herself into the mat, causing Terina to simply fall on her own back, unfortunately for the challenger for the GND title. Ms. Eris proceeds to lock in a legbar, which causes an immediate, frenzied reaction from Terina. The brunette knows that if the hold stays in for very long, the results can be disastrous for the target. All she can do is go for a keylock on her opponent. Both of them have each other locked in crucial maneuver, but perhaps due to her better submission skills, Terina is able to keep up despite having been in the legbar longer. An impasse is reached, and reluctantly Synthy lets go of the legbar, clutching her shoulder as Terina rolls out of the move upon letting go of her keylock, hobbling up to her feet and shaking off her leg. Both recuperate at roughly the same time, and prepare to enter into their next catch-as-catch-can encounter.*
*Terina decides to work the arm and shoulder again, grabbing Synthy by the same arm as before and armdragging her, although things don’t turn out quite as well as she had hoped. Instead of having the upper hand, she immediately finds herself on the receiving end of a Juji-gatame armbar that leaves her in an awkward situation. Terina decides to roll out of it to get to her feet and slam the champ down, but ends up getting kicked in the back of the legs on the way up. She trips and falls flat on her butt, Synthy pulling her back into position. The GND Champion looks to have a solid edge, pulling away as Terina fights to lessen the damage inflicted upon her by the expertly applied submission move. An idea clicks in the head of the Princess of TJT. She has one free arm, and is perhaps the most mobile GND on the roster. As Synthy’s legs are not in a position so that they wrap around the head, the challenger flips into a handstand. Synthy Eris tries in vain to knock the arm out from under the pink-and-platinum-clad body of Terina, but she misses entirely, as going off the handstand was Terina’s intention anyway. From her position, Terina is able to swing her body to plant both of her knees right on the abdomen and lower ribcage of Synthy Eris. The wind ends up exploding right out of the mouth of Synthy with a groan, Terina stretching her arm muscles to ease the recuperation. She stumbles over to Eris, wasting absolutely no time, and turns her over. Terina mounts the prone body of the Girl Next Door Champion, but turns sideways, scissors the body, and locks the legs as she leans over, squeezing away.*
*Synthy gasps for air at this extremely disadvantageous situation; first a heavy hit that made her out of breath, and now a move that’ll keep her low on the stuff. Terina finds no sympathy for her opponent, but she instead decides to apply the hold even harder than before. Synthy’s only hope to getting that air back now relies on somehow overpowering Terina and shifting 90 degrees so that Terina is forced to stand up, thus nullifying the hold. That, or…*
CLANK!
“PINFALL!”
*The light is now basked in a wonderfully vibrant light blue. The referee inside signals to Terina that the hold is almost entirely worthless at this juncture. Terina lets go, putting a hand on the adjacent hip and placing the other hand under her chin as she ponders what exactly to do next. Synthy rolls onto her back, catching her breath. An idea comes to Terina, who runs to the ropes closest by, bouncing off and running full-speed at Synth. The tenacious number 1 contender juts a knee out, taking a short leap into the air. As she lands, Synthy rolls out of the way, the fine line of overplaying damage fooling her into attacking with an easily-dodged move. Synthy hauls herself up, facing Terina.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Feb 18, 2008 16:19:02 GMT -5
*The submission expert of the GND tries to some sort of running body shot but the Queen of Chaos smacks her right in the face. Terina rolls away from Synthy and goes up to the ropes. She holds her face aghast at Synthy.*
Terina: DON'T DO THAT! It's not first blood now!
Synthy: I'm kicking your ass, ya mind?
*That sets off Terina who gets into a stand, trying to figure out the best stance to get Syn down for the pin. Meanwhile, Syn pops her neck and begins to draw in deeper breaths. They go to lock up again but the GND Champion kicks her in the stomach. Using the opening given by her quick thinking, Syn grabs Terina by the head and runs with her to throw her out onto the platform by the cage. Syn exits out to pick her up then slam fairer opponent against the cage. But as they get there, Terina blocks it. She wants nothing to do with the cage, elbowing out and escaping back into the ring. Syn looks over at her through small slits in her eyes with a small smirk.*
*The challenger looks back at her, trying to show a sense of being undaunted. Terina motions to Syn that she doesn't want to fight out by the cage, rather in the ring. Syn walks over to the ropes and rests her hands on them as she looks over at Terina. The crowd begins to boo at the challenger, who responds with a show of her beauty. But as she gets her head back in the game, she's floored by a Springboard Swanton. The crowd comes unglued for Synthy as she rises back to her feet. Eris makes it back to her feet and shakes herself off before returning back to Terina. As she reaches down to grab Terina, she's caught into a small package!*
ONE!
CLANK!
“SUBMISSION!”
*Terina shouts out in disappointment as she thought for sure that she had the match won. Thinking quickly, she tries to do some sort of submission while having Synthy still pinned but neither competitor allows any advantage and eventually Terina is forced to break the pin. Both rise again, with Terina looking for another lock up but Synthy just backs out of the ring which confuses everyone. She walks over to the cage and bangs her hand against the cage then turns to stare at Terina with a smirk. Her intentions clear, she wants to brawl by the cage. Looking rather unsure, Terina slowly enters the outside area from another side and slowly tries to approach Synthy. She motions for another lock up and Synthy finally nods, going for the lock up. But Terina kicks her in the stomach and slams her head into the cage. Quickly she swings around the back of Synthy and locks a Sleeper Hold.*
*She uses the leverage advantage and applies a Standing Boa Constictor around the waist of the Champion. Try as the champion might, she just can't break the Leg Scissors. But she manages to get the Sleeper broken! Slowly using her slender body and strength, she pulls Terina from her back to closer to her front. Getting her close enough while slowly losing feeling her legs, Syn wraps both arms around Terina's hips. She flashes a deadly smile. Bam! Bam! Bam! Headbutt after headbutt connects on Terina's head. The grip on Synthy's waist loosens greatly. Thinking quickly, Syn whips Terina back then swings her forward. Terina's side and head connects against the unforgiving steel! Instantly Terina breaks the hold she had locked on. Exhausted, Syn falls down into a seated position trying to catch her breath.*
CLANK!
“FIRST BLOOD!”
*The lights shine down, crimson, as the stipulation most welcomed to the champion has been declared. Synthy rises slowly and lifts up the dazed Terina. But before she can even think about what she's going to do next, the referee calls for the bell. The match is over! But who won? The referee forces the break between the two and Terina leans against the cage for support as she realizes who she is again. Syn's eyes bulge out as she checks her forehead for blood, finding nothing. As Terina shakes the final cobwebs, what the referee saw becomes visible to all. A friction-induced scrape to the elbow where he skin is torn up and a little drop of blood appears... Right on Terina's elbow.*
*Syn's music hits the speakers again as the crowd begins to celebrate her win. She looks disappointed at best. But her disappointment is nothing compared to the outraged Terina who screams that the referee that she is still able to continue the match. Regardless, she lost and Synthy Eris has retained her title once again.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Feb 18, 2008 16:19:59 GMT -5
Tony Garcya: It is now time for our Main Event of the evening. It is the return of the Survival Cage. 6 men will enter the ring…2 men per cage. 1 man will walk out of each cage to the center cage, where the 3 will face off in a Steel Cage Ladder Match. The first 3 matches will be going on at the same time, so pay close attention folks.
* The Survival Cage lowers down. As we watch it lowering, a special video airs, showing each EWT superstar involved in their biggest EWT accomplishments. At the end of each superstars segment, the numbers for them are shown. At the very end of the package, we get a Tale of the Tapes for all 6 involved. Tony Garcya stands outside the cage that holds all 5 rings. Garcya is set to announce the participants for Cage #1, the ominous structure of the cage slowly vanishes as the lights dim. Only some blue smoke can be seen emanating from the main stage. The fans become excited as the opening chords of 'Apocalypse Now' by Muse spring forth. The smoke begins to rise upwards as some fans spark lighters in the gloom. As the smoke reaches a decent height the full force of Muse hits and the smoke explodes! From out of this pyrotechnic marvel stands Maelstrom, the lights now fully back on!
Toni Garcya: Hailing from The aquarium and weighs in at 289 pounds ... he is ... MAELSTROM!!
The fans go nuts as Maelstrom looks across the arena and then at the imposing structure of the Survival Cage. He begins to walk to the ring.
JOEY STYLES: Russ this man is on everyone's mind tonight. Maelstrom has the experience, he has the power, he has the speed, plus we shouldn't forget that Maelstrom has been EWT Heavyweight champion before.
NICK RUSS: Not to forget Joey he came up with the idea of the Leviathan Chamber, so this Survival Cage should merely home from home. No sharks under the ring this time though.
JOEY STYLES: I hope not!
As the commentators check the floor just in case, Maelstrom reaches the entrance to the cage. Maelstrom hands on hips looks around the structure, nods as if to agree with the sadistic stipulations and then looks across at his opponent, he pauses and then shakes his head at his opponents chances before entering the structure.*
Tony Garcya: His opponent inside Cage #1. He is the leader of the current reigning EWT Stable Champions, the Minipax, & the current EWT Heavyweight Champion of the World. EWT gives to you…Joe One!!!
* Joe One makes his way to the ring, belt over his shoulder. He looks at the domed cage & shakes his head. He shakes the cage to check it’s stability. He looks at Maelstrom & points to his EWT Heavyweight Championship, points to the tether that will hold it, & then points back to himself. One hands the belt to the first referee & stands at the door for his cage, as we cut back to Garcya. *
Dragonland's Direction Perfection starts pumping out of the Toomitron, as the crowd boos loudly, a shower of silver sparks sprinkling down near the entrance way, as a figure emerges from the back. He's clad in a ridiculously shiny silver robe and royal purple cloak. The robe is tied shut with a golden waistband, as this man slowly walks out towards the ring, the hood on his head hiding his facial features for now. He turns and looks to the left, as another sprays of silver sparks shoots up from that side, as he looks back to the right, where another showers springs up. He slowly raises his arms, as the sparks grow even higher, then reaches up and lower his hood, revealing the smirking face of Chance Confidence. He steps down towards the Survival Cage, ripping his off cloak, tossing it aside, then opening his robe, revealing a new wrestling attire as well. He's clad in a vest or sorts, also shiny silver, with golden trim around it, the thing buttoned shut. A gold monogrammed "C.C." is located on the right pocket of it, as below that, he dons a pair of matching silver tights, these also with some gold trim, as well the words "Platinum and Perfection" running down the sides in royal purple thread, with a pair of silver gloves and boots, the boots also having a bit of golden striping, as he grins, lowering his arms, as the sparks stop immediately. Chance starts walking towards the Survival Cage, looking at the rest of the participants with a huge sneer, as he quickly flips into the ring, walking over and quickly performing his pre match handstand, before hopping back down and folding his arms, simply waiting.
Tony Garcya: Ladies & gentlemen, preparing for Cage #2…here is Chance Confidence!!
“H! VLTG3” plays over the PA system, and as the strobe lights on the stage flash, out shoot two lightning bolts onto the stage, followed up by a pretty powerful explosion.
Tony Garcya: And the next competitor…weighing in at 245 lbs…he is EWT’s resident Master of Elemental Disaster…MIKE! RAGNAAAAAL!
Then, out walks Mike Ragnal, and the crowd erupts wildly for the former EWT World champion. Ragnal slaps hands with the crowd as he makes his way down the ramp, then enters the dome, then makes his way into the cage where he’s facing off with Chance.
‘Hybrid Stigmata’ hits the speakers and the audience immediately begin to react as Christopher Indigo makes his way down to the ring, Stable Title over shoulder.
Announcer: Representing the EWT Stable Champions Minipax, from Calgary, Alberta, weighing in at 215 lbs., Christopher Indigo!
* Indigo makes his way to the ring, laughing as he goes. Indigo is thinking of his opponent when he is attacked from behind by a man in a mask. The masked man throws Indigo into the cage wall & starts throwing punches at him. The referee tries to break it up, as the man shoves the referee. The masked man throws Indigo into the barricade & he climbs into the cage himself. Just then, we cut to the ToomiTron where we see You Gene Lesnar laid out in a pool of blood. EMT’s as well as Toom E Dangerously are around Lesnar, checking on him. The masked man motions for a microphone & speaks…the voice VERY familiar. *
Masked Man: Well dangerously…looks like your Alumni got some pain. I like pain. Pain feels good a lot of times. It can hurt some. It can bring joy to some. Indigo’s in pain. I like his pain. It’s fun. Do you hear me Toom E? It’s fun.
* Toom E turns to the camera. *
Toom E: Just what in the hell do you want here?
Masked Man: All I want is what’s coming to me. All I want is my fair share. I was promised a championship match a long time ago. A match with pain & suffering. A match that I will like inside this cage. Because pain is my game. And my game is fun, I say. I want it. I want it. Mommy said I couldn’t do it anymore, but mommy is dead. She is dead. And all that is left is me…
* The masked man rips his mask off to reveal psychoapeguy. The crowd goes wild for his return. Ape climbs out of the cage, grabs Indigo, & throws him into the cage. Ape starts punching at Indigo’s forehead, busting him open after multiple blows. Ape throws Indigo into the cage. Ape grabs the microphone again. *
ape: What’s it going to be? Give it to me or I will get it anyways. It was in my contract & not given to me. Give me the pain & suffering I want to see. Give it to me!!!
Toom E: Fine…you want in so bad, you miserable bastard? You want in? IT’S YOURS!!! RING THAT DAMN BELL!!
* The bell sounds as all 3 cages get under way. (We focus on Cage 3 first since the action has started.)
* ape goes after Indigo & scoops him up. He runs Indigo into the turnbuckle & smashes him into the Tree of Woe. Ape kicks at the face of Indigo & yanks him down. Ape grabs Indigo & bodyslams him. Ape grabs Indigo & goes for a pin cover. Indigo barely manages a foot on the rope. Ape grabs Indigo up & throws him into the ropes. Indigo ducks a clothesline. Indigo bounces back off the ropes & hits a Lou Thesz Press on ape. Indigo staggers to his feet in anger & grabs ape up & hits him with the European Uppercut. Indigo grabs ape & throws him into the ropes & runs at him with a high knee. Indigo runs ape’s face into the cage & scrapes it across the cage. Indigo grabs ape & hits him with a Brainbuster in the ring. Indigo follows it up with a standing moonsault. Indigo goes for a pin, but ape kicks out. Indigo gets back to his feet & as ape starts to get up, he’s met with a Shining Wizard. Indigo grabs ape & applies a Trailer Hitch to him. Indigo starts to apply extreme pressure, but ape just laughs at the pain. Indigo applies more pressure, as ape laughs some more. Indigo releases the hold out of frustration. *
* Indigo grabs ape, but ape lands a punch to Indigo. Ape kicks Indigo in the midsection & hits him with a double-arm DDT. Ape grabs Indigo & sets him up for a piledriver. Indigo manages a backflip to ape. Indigo drops a knee to the head of ape. Indigo quickly gets to the top rope, where he leaps off with a moonsault. Ape rolls out of the way. Ape drops a standing elbow on Indigo. Ape again grabs Indigo & sets him up for a piledriver, connecting it. Ape goes for a pin, but Indigo kicks out. Ape pulls Indigo up by the hair & throws him towards the corner. Ape runs at him & hits a knee to the midsection. Ape then realizes where he is & opens the door of the cage. Ape climbs out of the cage & grabs a steel chair from outside. He gets back into the ring, where he’s met with a dropkick to the chair. Indigo grabs the chair & throws it to the side. Indigo nails a Spinning Discuss Forearm to ape. Indigo throws ape into the ropes & hits him with a Hurricanarama. Indigo goes for a cover, but ape gets a foot on the rope. Indigo starts stomping at ape’s head. Indigo gets an idea & grabs the steel chair, laying it down on ape. Indigo starts hitting the chair with Garvin Stomp’s across the body of ape. Indigo picks up the chair & throws it aside. He lifts ape up & throws him towards the rope. As ape hits the rope, a Lariat sends him over the top rope, crashing into the cage. Indigo climbs out of the cage & lifts up ape, throwing him head first into the cage. Indigo starts smashing ape into the cage, then runs him into the ring post. Ape manages to stop the tracks & throws Indigo into the ring post. Ape grabs Indigo & smashes his head into the ring post, causing the blood flow to restart. Ape grabs Indigo & sets him up, hitting a piledriver onto the metal platform that surrounds the ring. Ape drops down on Indigo’s back & starts reeling back on Indigo’s face via his mouth, squealing like a pig. Ape lets go & starts throwing punches to Indigo’s head. Ape picks up Indigo & Suplexes him into the cage. Ape starts to climb the cage. Ape looks down at Indigo & decides to climb the cage higher. Ape reaches the top of the cage & drops down with an elbow to Indigo. Indigo manages to roll out of the way, causing ape to crash on the metal platform. Indigo uses the cage to aid his bloody self-up & grabs ape by the hair, pulling him up. Ape’s arm is dangling in what appears to be a broken elbow. Indigo hip tosses ape back into the ring with his good arm. Indigo catapults himself over the top rope with a legdrop onto ape. Indigo stands up & grabs ape, hitting him with a Vision of Indigo. Indigo covers ape for the 1-2-3. Indigo gets to his feet & wipes the blood from his head with ape’s shirt. Indigo heads over to the center cage to await the final 2 opponents for the match, as he sits to rest. *
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Feb 18, 2008 16:20:20 GMT -5
* Ragnal & Chance lock up in the middle of the ring. Ragnal manages a hiptoss. Chance looks at him & claps his hands. They lock up again & Chance manages a hip toss. Ragnal gets to his feet & claps his hands. Both men run the ropes to each other & dodge clotheslines. Both men run back & duck clotheslines again. They then run & attempts double-cross body blocks on each other, crashing into each other. The referee starts to count both men, as Ragnal gets to his feet first. Ragnal grabs Chance up & hits him with a Gutwrench suplex. Ragnal runs to the ropes & hits a Lionsault on Chance. Ragnal goes for a quick cover, but Chance kicks out. Ragnal quickly grabs Chance & throws him into the ropes. Chance ducks a chop attempt & bounces off the ropes. He leaps in the air as he bounces back, getting Ragnal into a Crucifix & manages to turn it into a Crucifix Powerbomb. Chance lifts up Ragnal & throws him into the turnbuckle, running at him with a Stinger Splash. Chance grabs Ragnal in a headlock & runs with him into a bulldog. Chance grabs Ragnal & hits him with a Northern Lights Suplex. Chance goes for a pin, but Ragnal kicks out. Chance gets to his feet & as Ragnal starts to rise, he’s nailed with a Shining Wizard. Chance grabs Ragnal & throws him back into the turnbuckle, where he charges with a spear. Ragnal leaps to the top rope as Chance crashes into the turnbuckle. Ragnal jumps off the top rope, crashing his boots to Chance’s back. Chance writhes in pain after he collapses to the ground. Ragnal lifts Chance up & throws him into the ropes, hitting a spinebuster on him. Ragnal goes for a cover, but Chance gets a shoulder up. Ragnal runs the ropes & hits a quick legdrop to Chance. Ragnal follows it up with another one. Ragnal goes for another cover, but Chance gets his shoulder up. *
* Frustrated, Ragnal picks up Chance & applies a Full Nelson, then hits the Tribute to UC. Ragnal attempts another cover, but Chance refuses to quit with a shoulder up. Ragnal gets back to his feet & looks down at a weakened Chance. Ragnal grabs Chance & throws him into the turnbuckle. Chance manages to duck down & backflip Ragnal over the top rope. Chance climbs out of the ring onto the metal platform surrounding the ring. He grabs Ragnal & throws him into the ropes, but allows Ragnal to pass him as Ragnal crashes into the steel cage. As Ragnal staggers after hitting the cage, Chance meets him with a jumping neckbreaker. Chance then climbs the ropes & leaps off with a Corkscrew Moonsault onto Ragnal. Chance grabs Ragnal & hits him with a German Suplex onto the metal platform. Chance throws Ragnal back into the ring & goes for a cover. Ragnal is close enough to get his foot on the ropes. Chance pulls Ragnal up & hits him with a Tornado DDT. Chance grabs Ragnal for a cover, as Ragnal gets an arm up. Chance grabs Ragnal & slams him with a Northern Lights Suplex, hooking the leg again for a cover. Ragnal again manages a shoulder up. Chance throws Ragnal outside the ring in anger. Chance follows outside the ring. He grabs Ragnal & pulls him up, as Ragnal counters with a fist to the face. Both men start throwing punches, as Ragnal manages a knee to the midsection. Ragnal then leaps & hits Chance with a Pele’. The kick sends Chance into the cage. As Chance staggers back, Ragnal drags him down into an STF. Chance manages to reverse it into a cradle pin, as the referee counts 1-2-3. Chance gets to his feet in disbelief that he just won. *
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Feb 18, 2008 16:21:15 GMT -5
* The third cage is going strong. Joe & Mael lock up in the center, as Joe throws Mael into the turnbuckle. Mael hits Joe with a boot to the face as he runs towards him. Mael then hits Joe with a neckbreaker. Mael goes for a quick cover, but Joe kicks out. Mael grabs Joe & throws him into the ropes, hitting a powerslam on him. Mael then follows it up with a kneedrop to the head. Mael goes for a cover, but Joe kicks out again. Mael grabs Joe up, but Joe hits a low blow. Joe then hits a takedown clothesline. Joe grabs Mael & hits him with a Special Edition. Joe follows it up with a fistdrop. Joe grabs Mael & applies a Full Nelson to him. Mael manages a hiptoss to get out of it. Mael grabs Joe & hits him with a chokeslam. Joe just barely kicks out of it. Mael grabs Joe & throws him into the turnbuckle. He then runs at Joe with a clothesline. Mael grabs Joe & hits a bulldog on him, going for the cover. Joe manages a shoulder up. Mael grabs Joe, throwing him into the ropes. Joe ducks a chop attempt & bounces off with an Airstip Kiss. Joe goes for a cover on Mael, but Mael kicks out. Joe throws Mael outside the ring to the metal platform surrounding the ring. Joe climbs to the top rope & leaps off with a double axe handle. Realizing he is at the door that leads to the final cage, Joe opens the door & heads into the final cage. He grabs the ladder from there & brings it into his cage. *
* Joe uses the ladder & hits Mael in the midsection with it. Joe then sets the ladder up leaning on the cage & grabs Mael, setting him on his shoulders for another Special Edition…but instead of sending him to the ground, he releases him onto the ladder. Mael crumbles to the ground but Joe quickly follows with an elbow. Joe then shoves the ladder down on Mael. Joe then jumps on the ladder with both feet. Joe grabs Mael & tosses him back in the ring, going for a cover. Mael manages a shoulder up to prevent the pin. Frustrated, Joe pulls Mael up by the hair & sets him up for a pumphandle slam. Mael is actually able to reverse it, & hits a neckbreaker on Joe. Mael follows it up with a baseball slide to the face of Joe. Mael grabs Joe’s legs & slingshots him onto the top rope as a guillotine. Mael climbs outside the ring & grabs Joe hanging on the top rope. Mael supplexes Joe to the outside of the ring, but sends him down on the ladder. Mael looks up at the top rope & starts heading to the corner, but stops with a different idea. Mael starts climbing the cage, higher then the top rope. Mael looks down at Joe & leaps off the cage, going for a Shooting Star Press. At the last second, Joe manages to roll out of the way, as Mael crashes down on the ladder. Joe uses the cage to help him to his feet & grabs Mael, throwing him back in the ring. Joe climbs into the ring & covers Mael…who just barely gets his foot to the rope. Joe grabs the leg & applies a Figure Four Leglock on Mael. A very weak Mael starts flaying in pain. Mael manages to grab the rope, as the referee starts making the count. Joe releases the hold in time. Joe gets back to his feet & grabs Mael, pulling him to the center of the ring. Joe applies the First Lightning to Mael. Mael struggles with it. Joe applies pressure. The hold is sunk in, as Mael refuses to quit. Joe is able to keep the hold for 5 minutes. Mael, though is weak, refuses. Joe applies even more pressure. The hold is now on for 10 minutes. Still no surrender. As the hold starts to reach the 15 minute mark, Mael starts to go limp. The referee checks on him. Mael’s arm is lifted, but on the third drop, he manages to lift it up. Mael has a no quit attitude, as the hold is now reaching the 20 minute mark. Fans are surprised that not only is Mael holding it this long, but Joe is able to do the hold this long. Finally, Mael’s eyes shut & the referee rushes to check on him. The arm drops once…twice…three times…and Joe One is declared the winner. A confident Joe One heads to the final cage. *
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