Maelstrom
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The Tide Will Turn!
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Post by Maelstrom on Sept 24, 2007 10:41:37 GMT -5
*Back in the EWT arena, we can see the crowd, waiting for the next match to take place. The crowd members are preparing their signs, some adjust their masks, t-shirts and other EWT products. They talk about the show so far and about what is coming next. Suddenly, they turns their heads to the end of the ramp as « Otherworld » starts playing and four fireworks explode, then Mysth appears, followed closely by « Sexually Suggestive » Ivy Rosepine. Mysth high fives some crowd members and so does Ivy.*
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is scheduled for ONE FALL ! And please welcome the French Connection ! The contestant for this match is from Strasbourg, France, he weighs in at 218 lbs and is accompagnied by « Sexually Suggestive » Ivy Rosepine… This is EWT’ s best kept secret… This… is… MYYYYSTH !!
*When they reach the ring, Mysth climbs the ropes and ties himself to them, looks at Ivy, then at the crowd, as four new fireworks explode, one at each corner of the ring. The music fades away as Mysth enters the ring and looks at Ivy.*
Announcer: His opponent ...
*The lights dim a little as smoke gathers at the top of the stage, 'Apocalypse Please' by Muse starts up as the smoke slowly rises.*
Announcer: he hails from the Aquarium and weighs in at 289lbs .. he is ... Maelstrom !!
*The smoke reaches it's height, where it explodes with a blue pyro and out from under the sparks and smoke walks the kraken of chaos that is Maelstrom! He pauses and looks across the fans, some cheer some boo clearly split in regards to this match despite his ongoing feud with Elite Perfection. He raises his hands for those who do cheer before walking to the ring and up the steps. He enters the ring and raises his hands again for the crowd whilst keeping an eye on Mysth & Ivy*
*the crowd continues to make some noise, as Ivy hops down to the outside the referee brings the two men together in the middle of the ring, he makes a few visual references of how this match is going to go down but the crowd is clearly concentrating on the stare down between Mysth and Maelstrom. Maelstrom is clearly the bigger man here but if Mysth is intimidated he isn't showing it. They both nod at the referee's words without looking at him, he calls for the bell*
*The Bell Rings*
Mysth starts off by taking a step back and slowly circles Maelstrom who follows his opponent, before the crowd can begin any specific chant the two men tie up in the centre of the ring. Maelstrom with the height and weight advantage easily taeks control and throws Mysth into the ropes, Mysth comes back but ducks under the arm of Maelstrom and comes off the other ropes only for Maelstrom to go for the arm drag. Mysth counters and tries his own only for Maelstrom to block it and arm drag him back to the canvas. Mysth is back to his feet quickly only to get another arm drag, Mysth pulls back on Maelstrom's legs sending him to the canvas, Maelstrom gets up quickly as does Mysth with a backwards roll. They both watch each other ready for there opponents next move.
*The crowd applauds the high energy start*
Maelstrom nods and then tells Mysth to bring it, Mysth only to happy to oblige comes at Maelstrom only for him to throw Mysth into the corner. Mysth hits the turnbuckle but dips out of the way of the punch and repsonds with a european uppercut. Maelstrom back peddles a little from the shot as Mysth hops up to the 2nd rope and leaps looking to cathc Maelstrom with some high flying impact. Maelstrom however is quicker than Mysth expects and catches him and mid air spins around and drops with an atomic drop. Mysth just about manages to remain standing but this doesn't last long as a clothesline knocks him down, Maelstrom covers ...
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Two..
Mysth gets a shoulder up, Maelstrom takes a hold of his opponent and lifts him up only to slam him into the ground with a bodyslam, Maelstrom then follows with an elbow drop but Mysth rolls to oneside. Maelstrom finds only canvas, as Mysth gets to his feet and seeing Maelstrom clutching his elbow takes advantage and runs up and clocks him with an einziguri, Maelstrom goes falls but doesn't quite go down as he lifts himself off the ground only to late to see the image of Mysth at full pelt nail him with a headscissors takedown! Mysth covers as the crowd applauds the move ...
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Two ..
Maelstrom throws Mysth off and gets back up holding his head, Mysth is not about to let his advantage slide though and throws a few punches Maelstrom's way. Maelstrom shakes the shots off and eventually blocks Mysth punches and returns with one of his own. Mysth stumbles from the power of Maelstrom punch learning that you really don't want to brawl with this man. Maelstrom follows up with a couple more which takes the two men to the corner. Mysth still trying to shake off the three humdingers that have hit him so far fails to spot Maelstrom change tactic as he gets kneeded in the chest. Maelstrom continues to strike with a few more knees until he thinks Mysth has had enough. Maelstrom happy with the damage lifts Mysth onto the top rope, Mysth tris to stop this but only gets another punch for his trouble. Maelstrom follows him up as he too climbs the turnbuckle ...
*The crowd begins to get to it's feet*
Maelstrom hooks the arm over as he prepares some kind of superplex, but Mysth is fighting back and elbows him a few times, only for Maelstrom to headbutt him in return. Maelstrom hooks the arm once more and begins to lift but Mysth slips out of it and lands on his feet. He turns to find Maelstrom sitting backwards on the turnbuckle, Mysth races back hops up and grbas Maelstrom from behind and manges to dislodge him for a Super German Suplex off the top rope!!
*The crowd goes nuts*
Maelstrom lands shoulder first onthe canvas as he rolls back from the impact ending up face down. Mysth is also out of it from the colossal move and the referee begins a ten count ...
one ... two ... three ... four ...
Mysth beigns to stir and crawls towards Maelstrom, and tries to roll him over ...
five ... six ... seven ...
Mysth is successful and makes the cover ...
one ..
two ...
thr ...
No! Maelstrom kicks out! the crowd cheers as Maelstrom sits up and then stands holding his back, Mysth is clearly not happy as Ivy Rosepine wills him to keep fighting from the outside. Maelstrom takes Mysth by the hair and lifts him to his feet, Mysth kicks out though with a shot to the gut. Maelstrom lets go allowing Mysth to leap up with a dropkick, knocking the beast from the depths to the canvas again. Mysth covers again ... only for Maelstrom to cradle him in the process!
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Two ...
Mysth kicks out and gets back to his feet but too late as Maelstrom is also back up and kocks him back down with a boot to the face, Mysth rises again but that shot was clearly felt as he does nothing to stop Maelstrom kick him and then lift him up underhooking the arms for a stalling underhook suplex. Maelstrom holds Mysth there for a while before falling back the canvas of the ring rumbling from the impact, Maelstrom covers ...
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Two ...
Mysth kicks out, as Maelstrom locks on a sleeperhold, Mysth fights it and manages to break it up before Maelstrom could really lock it in and say lights out. Mysth using some untapped reserves pulls out a jawbreaker to stun the 6ft 8 man, Maelstrom clutches his jaw as Mysth prepares himself using the ropes for leverage. Maelstrom looks up to see Mysth leap with a flying clothesline only for Maelstrom to shove him away into the ropes. Mysth connects neck first as he bounces back into the arms of Maelstrom who applies a full nelson! this is only temporary though as he lifts Mysth up and slams him into the mat with pure power! Mysth clutches his back in agony from the move as Maelstrom signals for the end.
*The crowd is split once again in responce*
Outside Ivy desperatly tries to warn Mysth of the danger. Maelstrom grabs Mysth but clearly the warning was heeded as Mysth wriggles out of Maelstrom's grasp and lashes out with a kick to the thigh. Maelstrom is beyond that pain threshold though as he shrugs off the kick and catches Mysth with a forearm to the face, Mysth then gets thrown into the ropes thanks to a Maelstrom Irish Whip. Maelstrom readies himself and tries a clothesline, however Maelstrom mistimes his clothesline and Mysth launches himself at Maelstrom sending both men over the top rope to the outside, The referee begins the ten count.
One ...
Mysth and Maelstrom slowly get up then starts punching each other, exchanging rights and lefts. At the count of 4, Maelstrom manages to block one of Mysth’ s blows and grabs his head, throwing it into the edge of the ring. Ivy, who was at the other side of the ring when they fell from it, reaches them, but Maelstrom throws Mysth back into the ring then slides into it before she can really do anything. Mysth is getting up but Maelstrom pulls him by the hair and hits a Suplex. He then grabs one of the downed Mysth’s legs but as he tries to grab the second one for a submission, Mysth kicks Maelstrom’ s hand, then also kicks the one that was clutching Mysth’ s ankle, forcing him to loosen it. Mysth is back to his feet now and tries to find a way to gain an advantage.
*The crowd is now really into this match, with some dueling 'Let's go Mysth' & 'Let's go Maelstrom' chants*
Both men circle around a bit, then Mysth suddenly runs at Maelstrom for a Clothesline, Maelstrom raises his leg for a Big Boot, but Mysth’ s attempt at a Clothesline was a dummy and he slides under Maelstrom’ s leg, then quickly jumps on his shoulders for a Spinning Hurracanrana Pin !
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TWO… KICK OUT !
Maelstrom kicks out and they both get up quickly, but Maelstrom grabs Mysth’ s arms and literally throws him into the ropes for an Irish whip, but after he bounces, Mysth counters and hits a Flying Clothesline ! Maelstrom is getting up so Mysth runs to the ropes and puts him back on the mat with a Shining Wizard ! Mysth poses for the crowd, who cheers loudly, then looks at Ivy and smiles at her, who smiles back at him. Unfortunately for him, Mysth distracting himself from his opponent prevents him from seeing Maelstrom getting up and grabbing him in the back for a Backdrop ! Maelstrom then stomps Mysth’ s face then stares at Ivy, whose smile has turned into a hateful look. Maelstrom doesn’ t seem to care one bit and he picks up Mysth, sets him on his shoulders and slams him with a Samoan Drop ! Maelstrom then runs to the ropes and hits an Elbow Drop, before bringing Mysth back to his feet again, Irish whipping him and performing a Powerslam ! Maelstrom puts a boot on Mysth’ s belly for the pin, but much to his surprise, Mysth immediately grabs Maelstrom’ s foot and makes him trip by pulling it. Mysth wastes little time and immediately connects with the Sharpshooter !
*The crowd cheer some more*
Maelstrom groans as Mysth is applying the pressure on his legs and back and Ivy orders him to give up. Mysth feels that Maelstrom is pulling them near to the ropes, so he tries to pull him to the center of the ring while still locking in the hold, but Maelstrom being much taller and heavier resists and manages to grab the ropes, forcing Mysth to release him. Maelstrom is getting back to his feet by leaning against the ropes, but due to the pain from Mysth’s submission hold not to mention his super german suplec, he takes some time doing so, which allows Mysth to jump on the top rope and nail him with a Springboard Dropkick! Maelstrom takes the shot and falls to the mat. Mysth then jumps on the top turnbuckle and waits for Maelstrom to get up. As soons as he is to his knees, Mysth jumps and goes for a Hurracanrana, but Maelstrom manages to grab him as soon as he lands on his shoulders, spins him aorund a few times and hits Mysth with THE WHIRLPOOL !!
Mysth is down, but at this very moment, Elite Perfection's music and video play across the arena and on the Toomi-Tron and everyone including Maelstrom turns their heads to the rampway, expecting to see Ratings and Chance Confidence appear. Maelstrom shoves Mysth to one side and gets up to face the nefarious pair. While this happens, there are two persons not looking in that direction : Mysth obviously ; since he is lying down on the mat, and Ivy, who looks at him in a very anxious way and who can’ t stop saying « Do you hear me ?? Get up, Mysth ! You can do it ! » Maelstrom is still staring at the ramp, but nobody is coming, whch makes him have a confused look. Meanwhile, Mysth got up and is walking in Maelstrom’ s direction while nursing his neck, shoulders and back. He is a bit surprised that he didn’ t get pinned yet and to hear this theme song, and to see that Maelstrom isn’ t paying any attention to him anymore. When Mysth is right behing Maelstrom’ s back, he stops nursing and taps Maelstrom’ s shoulder a bit, which makes the huge man turn around, only to be greeted with a Powerful Punch right to the face, amazingly enough, takeing him down.
Mysth then picks up Maelstrom and Irish whips him before running at the ropes at the opposite side of the ring, but considering Maelstrom’ s size, he won’ t be able to use the Mysthical Chokeslam. It doesn’ t matter though, as Mysth has been thinking of a new move for quite some time now and this seems to be the perfect opportunity to test it. After they both bounce, Mysth does a Baseball Slide on Maelstrom’ s left leg, forcing him to put a knee down. He then runs to the ropes again and after he bounces, he grabs Maelstrom’ s head in the inside part of his elbow, then jumps in order to take a handstand over Maelstrom’ s head ( while still grabbing it ), which is made easier due to Maelstrom having a knee down. Mysth then drops to the floor, driving Maelstrom’ s head with him ! Maelstrom is lying on the mat !!`
Mysth (Yelling so everyone can hear despite him not being holding a microphone): I CALL THIS MOVE THE HEAVY BREAKER !!
Right after saying this, Mysth covers Maelstrom.
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TWO…
THREE !!
DING DING DING !!
Announcer : Here is your winner… MYYYYYYSTH !!
*Ivy slides into the ring to celebrate Mysth’ s victory with him. They then leave the ring and high five some crowd members as there music plays. Just before they leave the arena, Maelstrom rises to a sitting position. Maelstrom stares at the departing Mysth and Ivy with shock and surprise and then at the now blank Toomi-Tron, his face turning to anger that he got fooled by such a ruse from Ratings and Confidence.*
(And we cut to commercials)
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Sept 24, 2007 23:07:26 GMT -5
*dorf is standing in a locker room, in front of a full length mirror.*
This is it. The time is coming. I own 50% of the EWT. But soon, soon, I take this a step further. Bischoff thinks he can outsmart me. He can't outsmart the smart. What Joe One has will soon be mine. I did it once, I can do it again. I've decided to take a risk, and wear a new sweater. It was sent to me by a recovering sex addict, Melissa D., who knitted it herself; she said it gave her something to do with her hands. I am a worthy human being. Because what they say is true -- it's easier to put on slippers than to carpet the whole world.
I deserve good things, I am entitled to my share of happiness. I refuse to beat myself up. I am an attractive person. I am fun to be with.
And I will have my fun again.
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Limey
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It's been awhile.
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Post by Limey on Sept 25, 2007 7:48:31 GMT -5
*”Round and Round” hits, and the crowd get to their feet. The arena goes dark as green spotlights illuminate the entranceway. Smoke appears as the beat of Ratt reaches it’s crescendo…Carla O Woe then makes her way out, decked in her shades and stylish ring-wear! She slaps the hands of many a fan at ringside, and then rushes to the ring.*
Chimel: The following contest, scheduled for one-fall, is for the EWT GIRL NEXT DOOR CHAMPIONSHIP!!! Introducing first, from Rochester, New Hampshire, she is an EWT HALL OF FAMER and a former GND Champion…CARLA O WOE!!!
*Carla slides into the ring, sliding all the way to the opposite side of the ring, a la Paul London, before ducking under the bottom rope, and handing her shades to a lucky fan at ringside, before pushing back to get to her feet a la Nigel McGuinness, and throwing up the horns to a massive pop!!! Carla then takes down her ringwear and tosses it over the side of the ring.*
"She's a killer.. She's a Keeper.. Am I blurry... In your vision? 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?"
The lights flicker to the familiar, eerie purple shade, only now crimson and ice blue sparkles seem to be shot through the streaks. The newly crowned Girl Next Door Champion steps through the curtain. Synthy Eris is dressed in a new black leather vest, not much different then her original, except it now has a zebra-print design on the pockets and a pair of metallic-looking angel wings on the back. Her black jeans now have a zebra-design outlining the bottoms and waisband. Somehow, it works with the newly rebirthed title around her waist, and standing at the top of the ramp, Synthy has her arms held up in a triumphant, slightly cocky pose.
Eris shoots glances toward some of the signs directed at her -'Synning is for Wynners', 'Syn got the Wyn' and equally fanboy-tastic posters with an amused glance. She jumps onto the apron, glances around, and flips over the ropes gracefully with an arm. She pulls off her sunglasses and tosses them out as she poses with her Championship. The referee takes it from her, and she stretches against the ropes.
*The bell sounds, and the match is underway…wait…Synthy holds her hands in a “time-out” gesture, approaching Carla, hand outstretched. Carla looks at Synthy for a while…before accepting the hand, and the two share a respectful handshake. The two then release the handshake, and circle the ring. Sythny quickly pulls down on the top rope to prepare herself…the two women go in for a tie-up…Carla comes out on top at first with a wristlock…Synthy counters by making it to the ropes, putting her hand on the rope…and then performing a backflip to counter the wristlock, quickly tying Carla up in a toplock! Synthy pushes down…but Carla bends backwards, arching her back in a show of athleticism, balancing back on the top of her head!!! Carla then pushes forward, sweeping the legs of Synthy and performing a cartwheel to escape the predicament! Synthy nips up, and tries a kick to the stomach of Carla…Carla catches the leg of Synthy…Synthy goes for an ENZIGURI…NO! Carla ducks the kick, and then drops down onto Synthy with an Achilles Tendon ankle hold!!!*
*Synthy is stunned by this…but manages to push herself up on the ring and roll with Carla to hook the limbs in for a pin!!*
1, 2…
*Carla pushes Synthy off! Synthy hits the ropes and bounces back at Carla…Carla tries for a crucifix pin…Synthy telegraphs the crucifix and rolls back to her feet, dropping down suddenly and hitting the prone Carla with a double axehandle!! Carla rolls over to her stomach as Synthy swiftly follows through by clasping one of Carla’s arms in a scissor lock, pulling back on the free arm with a double scissored armbar! Carla stuggles as Synthy puts her submission training to superb use! Carla shuffles slowly but surely across the ring using her free legs, eventually hooking the bottom rope!! The ref counts to three…and Synthy releases the hold! Synthy climbs off of Carla, picking her up by the head…just as Carla fights back with a forearm to Synthy! Carla then grabs Synthy by the arm, and sends her to the corner with an Irish Whip…Synthy telegraphs this and runs up the corner to come back at Carla with a moonsault…Carla ducks under the moonsault…Synthy lands on her feet…Carla hops to the second rope and comes back with a 180 degrees crossbody…Synthy rolls underneath this as Carla does the same to break her fall! Both women rise at the same time before both coming at each other with a dropkick…the two clash in mid-air before landing on their knees in a stand-off!!! The crowd are popping like mad for this as half the crowd are chanting “LET’S GO SYNTHY” and the other half chanting “LET’S GO CARLA”!*
*The two women rise up, and Carla extends her hand this time. Synthy looks at it, shoots Carla an ambiguous glance…and then accepts the hand, shaking it as the two women then go back to circling each other.
Synthy quickly gets the momentary advantage by doing a front handspring and pushing off her hands into a hurricanrana on Carla! Carla hits the ground hard, and Synthy quickly flips backward and quickly snaps a full body lock... but after several seconds, Carla manages to land her foot on the bottom rope! Syn releases the hold and pauses on one knee to regain her breath, hand on her still-sore ribs. Carla snaps back with a low-height kick to the center of Synthy’s head. Syn rolls backward, and continues out of the ring, standing and surveying Carla. Eris tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear and smiles. Carla gives her a wave and the GND Champion slides back into the ring, popping her neck and locking up with Carla. Miss Woe hits her with a nicely placed monkey flip. Both are now switching back and forth with several well placed punches, their positions reversing as the match turns into a brawl fest.
However, it doesn’t last long, as Carla winds up on top, and quickly bounces off and attaches herself to Syn’s leg with a grapevine. Eris flails and tries to drag herself toward a rope, O. Woe fastened to her. Synthy reaches an arm out, trying to grasp a rope, as O.Woe grasps a hold of the arm at Syn’s side. Syn lets out a groan of frustration- but manages to scoot closer to the ropes. But Carla releases her hold before Syn grabs it! The crowd is going wild.
Carla, stomps on Syn’s midsection and rolls her over. She slaps Syn’s side, grabs her arms and snaps a double armlock on as she sits on her back. Synthy’s so close to the ropes... and in a surprising move, manages to latch onto the bottom rope using her teeth! Her jaw gives an audible pop as Carla, once again, has to release her submission.
*Carla is frustrated by Syn’s resourcefulness…but applauds to her as the crowd is encouraged to do the same! Carla then bends down to lock the arms of Synthy in a double underhook, lifting up Syn to her feet in one fluid motion before lifting again for a Tiger suplex…Synthy counters by locking her limbs around Carla’s waist in a wheelbarrow, bringing Carla in for a modified Victory Roll!*
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*Carla kicks out of this, but Syn is far from over, clenching her fists and screaming, completely psyched up as the crowd pops madly!! Carla gets to her feet, and hits a surprise armdrag to Syn…Synthy telegraphs this and lands on her feet, before turning to Carla and hitting an armdrag of her own, hitting a quick dropkick to the back of the seated Carla’s head, running the ropes and then performing a sick-looking front dropkick to the EWT Hall of Famer’s head!! Carla is downed by this as Synthy Eris points to the turnbuckle for a tremendous pop!! Synthy walks over to the turnbuckle, and springs to the top, RVD-style…Carla, on her knees, is able to grab the ankle of the Original Syn, planting her on the turnbuckle! Miss Woe then climbs the turnbuckle to grab Synthy Eris in what appears to be a back drop…Synthy Eris hits a back elbow to Carla, shaking her…before hitting another one to make Carla drop from the turnbuckle and land on her feet!! Carla tries to continue the assault…but Syn quickly kicks Carla away before turning on the top rope…and launching off with a Swanton to the standing Carla O Woe!!!!! Syn hooks the leg of Carla as she falls for the quick pin!!!*
1, 2…
*Carla kicks out…but Syn isn’t finished as she swiftly goes to the arm of Carla, locking in a Juji-Gatame armbar!!! The former GND Champ is feeling the agony as her arm is once again being slowly worn down!! Original Syn slams erratically down onto the canvas to enhance the pressure of the attack as Carla tries to stretch her foot out to the rope…but it’s just too far away!! Syn’s limbs are pressed firmly down across Carla’s chest, restricting both her movement and her ability to roll back up onto Synthy…Carla is awash with pain as half the crowd is chanting “PLEASE DON’T TAP”, and the other half chanting “TAP!!!”…Carla suddenly bridges up…and with momentum on her side falls forward onto Synthy’s lower body, folding her up for a cover!!!*
1, 2…
*Synthy kicks out, having no choice but to release the hold…just as Carla falls with a quick elbow onto the stomach of the reining GND Champion!! Woe, pumped up, runs the ropes…Synthy rolls to evade the attack as Carla hops over before hitting the ropes again…and running into a tilt-a-whirl…Carla counters with an armdrag, sending Synthy down and to the edge of the ring!!! Synthy pulls herself up using the ropes, catching her breath…before charging head-on at Woe…Carla dodges with a leapfrog, falling back with limbs outstretched in a Monkey Flip-esque position…but Syn stops short of this, clutching Carla’s ankle and throwing her back to her feet! Carla attempts a short-arm clothesline, but with a fantastic amount of foresight the Original Syn ducks this and captures Woe, dropping down for a neckbreaker as both women are down in the center of the ring!!! The crowd chant “GND!!” in appreciation!!!
The two women spring up several seconds later, psyched up by the chants and lock hands. The two look at each other as they do so, and Synthy manages to spring up and backward, so that Carla is against her knees! The two rock back and forth between them, both of them fighting to get the edge, and manage to somehow fling themselves into a double pin!
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- Synthy pops out of the hold and locks on an inverted cravat cross-face! Carla’s too close to the ropes.... But Synthy doesn’t release!
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4- Synthy breaks the hold before her disqualification! Carla rubs her neck as she stands to face Eris. Synthy’s speed comes into play as she ducks behind Carla and springboards off of the second rope, flips herself, and brings Carla down with a neckbreaker!! Synth’s own head bounces off the mat just as O. Woe’s does.
*The two women do not look like they’re getting up sometime soon, and the ref starts a TKO count.*
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5…Syn is up to one knee, getting groggily up to her feet.
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7…Carla is stirring, rolling to her knees…
*The Original Syn takes the recovering Carla up…and Carla strikes upward with a forearm shot! Synthy is stunned…but comes right back with a forearm of her own!! The two fierce women exchange blows in the middle of the ring as the crowd pop! Syn gets the advantage, pushing Carla back to the corner, and letting loose with a flurry of forearms! Eris then appeals to the crowd before hoisting Carla up onto the top rope! Synthy follows her, grabbing on and looking for the frankensteiner…NO! Carla applies a claw to the head of Synthy, pie-facing her and shoving her off of the turnbuckle!! Syn lands on her back, scrambling to get to her feet as Carla steadies herself, flying off with a crossbody…NO! Syn ducks this and rushes to the turnbuckle hopping to the top rope!! Carla turns as Synthy Eris comes right back at her with a flying hurricanrana! The crowd goes ape as Syn goes over to Carla O Woe, dropping down and attempting the Chaos Crippler…Carla is to her feet, capturing Syn in a knapsack maneuver! Woe falls back against the turnbuckle as Synthy lets out a whine, releasing Carla from the hold! Carla turns around to Syn…but Synthy counters with a drop toe hold, sending Carla’s head to the turnbuckle!! Carla hits the pad with such force that she is sent backwards, clutching at her nose!! Carla tries to rise…but Syn is right there to follow her, locking her in a clutch…and then powering her over her head with an Exploder Suplex!!! Both women are down as the crowd chant “THIS IS AWESOME!!!” and “GND!!!”*
*Syn crawls over to Carla, and drapes an arm over.*
1, 2..
*Woe gets the shoulder up!!! The GND Champ has got her work cut out for her as she sighs in frustration! Syn decides to end the match right there and then, shoving the downed Carla over to her stomach and applying a gutwrench, lifting her to her feet!! Syn is looking for the Malcontent…but Carla reverses by swiftly taking the wrist of Synthy Eris and sends her to the ropes with an Irish Whip!!! Synthy bounces back at Carla, who tries a hiptoss…Syn gracefully lands on her feet, coming back at Carla’s face with a roundhouse kick…Carla ducks this and locks a gutwrench in! Carla heaves as Syn goes up…but on the way up Synthy locks her limbs around the gut of Carla for a Wheelbarrow!!! Carla tries to hit a Wheelbarrow suplex from there…but Syn uses this momentum to land behind Carla!!! Carla has no idea what is coming as Synthy locks the arms…and powers Carla up, dropping her with the MALCONTENT!!! MALCONTENT CONNECTS!!!! Synthy Eris goes for the pin!!!*
1, 2…
3!!!!
Winner, and STILL GND Champion: SYNTHY ERIS!!!!
*Synthy holds her neck in pain as the ref hands her the gold. The Original Syn drops to her knees and clutches the belt close to her as the crowd applaud her. Syn gets to her feet, and raises the belt high, before turning her attention to Carla. Syn walks over to the recovering Carla O Woe…and shakes her hand, applauding her valiant effort. Carla smiles back at Synthy, before pointing to the gold, and implying that she’s going to come back for it one day. Syn gives an ever-so-slight grin to this, before leaving the ring, her belt draped over her shoulders. Before heading to the back, she turns to the crowd, and lifts the strap high, as a gesture of what she’s capable of. The crowd pop for both women as we fade out…*
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on Sept 25, 2007 14:12:59 GMT -5
*The camera is showing the EWT ring. More importantly, it’ s showing Terina on this ring, and she is holding a microphone. As her theme song fades away, she brings it to her mouth and starts her announcement.*
Terina : As you all know, I have challenged the whore known as « Sexually Suggestive » Ivy Rosepine to a Tables match this week. I just wanted to say that I know miss Rosepine isn’ t exactly used to this kind of brutal matches, where you actually, you know, take risks, so if you want to give up now, there’ s no problem…
Nah just kidding, I will never waste such an opportunity to kick your ass on live television, especially after how cocky you became. You think you’ re gonna show us what women’ s wrestling is all about ? You think you can teach ME how to wrestle ?? Well if anything, I will show YOU that you should learn to keep your mouth shut instead of claiming some crap when you can’ t back it up…
*At this very moment, the toomitron goes on, revealing « Sexually Suggestive » Ivy Rosepine. She has her right arm wrapped around a folded table of the same kind than the ones used during the matches. Ivy looks quite pissed as she raises a microphone as well*
Ivy : You know, cockroach ? It’ s a good thing that you came into the ring tonight as I actually wanted to tell you a couple of things. First of all, I am shocked to see that my words have been made public, seeing that it was supposed to be a private discussion between my boyfriend and myself. But anyway, they’ ve been unleashed, and some people already took offense of it, apparently. Anyway, I said I was gonna prove that I am the only one worthy of that title and I’ m gonna do so ! This week, Terina, it’ ll be my pleasure to throw your ass through a table.
Terina : Don’ t make me laugh, Ivy ! You sure know to talk, but you’ re useless when it comes to showing the skills in the ring ! I’ d actually be surprised if you could even carry one of those tables without falling down !
Ivy : Is it the woman whose butt I kicked hard at Crap-A-Mania !!!! and who needed an interference AND a refereeing mistake to be awarded a victory over my team who’ s talking ? Nevermind, lately, I’ ve been wondering « How can I make sure this loser won’ t involve the… er… men… of her team during our match AGAIN ? » And I found one way to do so… So Terina, if you are as brave and strong as you claim, if you dare to face me in an actual fair wrestling match, I’ ve got a proposal for you : let’ s add a little stipulation into this match : if one of our respective managers interferes during the match, if they’ re even SEEN in the arena during this match, the wrestler they manage would be immediately fired. Now will YOU be able to come to the ring alone without pissing yourself ?
Terina : Ivy, Ivy, Ivy… don’ t you realise that you’ re only handicaping yourself with this stipulation ? Ah well anyway, if you want to make my work even easier, then you’ re on ! No boy will be at ringside !
Ivy : Fine, I am pleasantly surprised that you accepted. I am really looking forward to our match.
*Just as she finishes saying this, Ivy punches the table she was holding. She actually strikes it so hard that her fist pireces the table. She slowly removes her arm from the table with a devilish grin, and a big hole can now be seen where her hand was.*
Ivy : I can’ t wait !
*Then the toomi tron goes off and the camera zooms on Terina’ s face, and she appears very sure of itself. Terina says something without using her microphone, so we can barely hear it, but it’ s still enough to know that she said…*
Terina : Yeah, neither can I.
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Post by teamireland on Sept 25, 2007 16:35:04 GMT -5
Backstage- Team Ireland Locker Room
*Coach O'Hare is sat a table, his head in his hands. He looks up, strokes his moustache & addresses the assembled members of Team Ireland.*
O'Hare: Okay, lads. I wanted to pretend this didn't bug me. A good coach doesn't show weakness, but the fact is, Malahala Banana has got to me. He & that buck-eejit Liam are goin' on about some secret or somethin' & I NEED to know what it's all about! Sean... You were his best mate before he went doo-lally! Any ideas?
Sean: He took Irish Dancing lessons?
O'Hare: No! That's YOUR secret shame, son! Aidan?
Aidan: 10 years ago, Liam was at party & he met a girl named Katie. Liam had too much to drink & as he was driving home he crashed the car. Katie died. He may have had sex with her corpse?
O'Hare: That was Kane!
Aidan: 10 years ago, Liam put 3 bullets in the back of a man & the facts are, that man was his father?
O'Hare: That's Abyss!
Aidan: Erm... Liam is the father of a Leprechaun?
O'Hare: THAT'S VINCE MCMAHON! You lot are F***ING USELESS! It has to be something HUGE! Otherwise he wouldn't have hidden t from his team-mates! There's got to be a way of getting that information...
[TO BE CONTINUED...]
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Post by radicalbuttercup on Sept 26, 2007 15:58:32 GMT -5
(A recap of the GND title match at Skies the Limit II airs, with Synthy Eris emerging victorious over Madison the Clown Girl and becoming the new GND champion)
EWT ARENA – RINGSIDE
(“The Intellect” Nick Russ & Jerome “The Lord” East are shown seated behind the ringside commentators’ table, looking at the camera filming before them)
Russ: “Well, there you have it, folks. For the first time almost a year, the EWT Girl Next Door title is back and a new champion has that title around her waist in the form of the “fuchsia-haired fury” Synthy Eris.”
Jerome: “You couldn’t pick a better woman to hold that title, Nick. And what a challenge she has in her 1st title defense this week: the former GND champion and returning, Carla O. Woe.”
(Suddenly, the catchy tune of “Tablescraps” by Stolen Babies begin to play throughout the arena)
Russ: “And speaking of GND…”
(The audience’s attention is drawn to the entrance stage where Madison the Clown Girl steps out from behind the curtain, along with her ever so fuzzy “but not so wuzzy” bodyguard, Mr. Bunny. Madison herself appears to be a grumpy mood, no doubt from the tongue lashing she received from Ghostface earlier in the week. She heads down the aisle with Bunny bringing up the rear, paying no attention to the any and all reaction from the fans. Inside the ring, stands announcer Tonie “TG” Garcya (Who is not NOT a combined parody of WWE Raw announcer Lillian Garica, WWE Smackdown announcer Tony Chimel, or TNA announcer Jeremy “JB” Borash) who prepares to announce the next match)
Garcya: “The following GND match is scheduled for one fall. First, making her way to the ring: being accompanied by Mr. Bunny; from the Dead Moon Circus… MADISON… THE CLOWN GIRL!!!”
Russ: “Boy, here comes a woman who gave Synthy a run for her money last week at Skies the Limit, EWT’s own harlequin, Madison the Clown Girl. There were a couple of times where it looked like Madison would be walking out as the new champion.”
Madison: “Oh, she was so close on so many times, Russ. She did everything she could and even with the help of Mr. Bunny and the Draugr, she just couldn’t get it done.”
Russ: “It was definitely a heartbreaking defeat for Madison who looks to get back into the GND title hunt tonight.”
(Madison enters the ring while Mr. Bunny positions himself at ringside by her corner. After sticking her tongue out to a insulting fan at ringside, Madison directs her attention towards the entrance stage as her music fades to a brief silence)
(The Sweet Honey remix of “Leke Pehla Pehla Pyar” by Smita pumps through the arena’s sound system and Mahavir Abha steps out with his girlfriend, the exotic and erotic Jasmyne. Dressed in a traditional yet still revealing Sari gown and her long dark brown highlighted blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, Jasmyne turns to Mahavir and gives him a wink and smile. Smiling back, Mahavir steps to the side, allowing all attention in the arena to go to his girlfriend. Seconds later, Jasmyne tears off her Sari dress to reveal the outfit she wears underneath: black booty shorts with fishnet stockings and a neon green midriff bearing tight tanktop. She removes the hair elastic and lets her once tied back hair flow freely down to her shoulders. She does a hip-hop style of dance (booty popping, hips gyrating, etc.) to the delight of the majority male audience and Mahavir. After her little dance, Mahavir approaches her and offers her his arm, which she gladly accepts as he escorts her down to the ring surrounded by the cheering audience)
Garcya: “And her opponent: being accompanied to the ring by Mahavir Abha; from New Delhi, India… JAS-MYNE!!!”
Jerome: “Wow, that was some entrance!”
Russ: “Yes, indeed. Jasmyne is one beautiful woman and this will be the first time we see her in action tonight. And it looks like Mahavir is here to even things up and make sure Mr. Bunny doesn’t try anything in this match.”
Jerome: “And check out those kneecaps on her. Man, those are hot!”
Russ: (chuckling) “Yes, they are a lovely pair of…” (realizes what his colleague had just said) “Wait a minute, did you just say kneecaps?”
Jerome: “Yeah.”
Russ: “She’s the complete package and you are going crazy over her kneecaps.”
Jerome: “It’s a fetish of mine.”
Russ: “A fetish of yours…”
Jerome: Yeah. You know how some people have boob fetish, ass fetish, foot fetish, stuff like that? Well, I happen to think that the knees of a woman are by far the hottest and sexiest part of the body.”
Russ: “That has to be the most stupid, idiotic, moronic, dumbest, retarded, mentally challenged and by far the most disturbing thing you have ever said in your 20 plus years of your co-commentator career.”
Jerome: “You got quite the pair yourself, NR.”
*crickets chirping*
Russ: “…I’m never wearing shorts around you again. EVER.”
(Meanwhile, Jasmyne has just entered the ring and after getting a quick good luck kiss from Mahavir, she turns her attention to her opponent, Madison. As the referee cues the time keeper to ring the bell and start the match, Mahavir makes his way over to the commentators’ table)
Russ: “And we’re about to get joined by the Bollywood Big Shot himself, Mahavir Abha. Thanks for joining us, Mahavir.”
Mahavir: (after putting on his headset) “HE---------Y!!! Play-by-play pair, thanks for having Mahavir! Hey how about my lovely Jasmyne, huh? Like what you see, yes?”
Jerome: “Oh yeah.”
Mahavir: “Yes, she can wrestle too. Likes to get physical, she does. In ring, in bedroom, in public, she likes it!”
Nick: “…We’re talking about wrestling, right?”
Mahavir: “Of course.”
Nick: “Okay, just wanted to clear that…”
Mahavir: “Except for the bedroom and public part. That’s sexy time with Mahavir. Great sexy time too.”
Nick: (sighing) “I thought so…”
(Meanwhile, the bell has already rung and the match is underway as both Madison and Jasmyne approach the center of the ring. The two females lock up with Madison overpowering Jasmyne and forces her into the top-left ring corner. Madison maintains the hold as Jasmyne’s back is pressed against the turnbuckle. The ref begins to count to five for Madison to break the hold, which she does at four. Much to the surprise of the ref and Madison however, Jasmyne has maintained her grapple, only her hands have somehow managed to made their way down to Madison’s chest. Looking down at the oddly placed hands, Madison quickly slaps them away and backs up, flailing her arms about in a wild panic. The referee too doesn't know what to make of this. Jasmyne merely shrugs and wonders what the problem is.
Russ: “Umm… well, that was a unusual grapple by Jasmyne there.”
Mahavir: “Well, there aren't many girls like Jasmyne in India, friend.”
Russ: “I don’t think there are many girls like Jasmyne in America either.”
Jerome: “We really need to get rid of that five count break thing.”
Madison shakes off any hesitation and focuses back to the match. The two women lock up again, with Madison getting the upper hand by applying a side headlock. Just as Madison believes she has things in control, she begins to feel a hand move up her chest and onto her left breast. She looks down confused and sees that the hand belongs to Jasmyne, who gives her breast a soft squeeze. Madison immediately pushes Jasmyne away and backs away, her hand on the violated area of her body. She stares gapped at Jasmyne, who arches her eyebrows up and down while grinning gleefully at Madison.
Russ: “W-What the heck is Jasmyne doing?”
Mahavir: (chuckling) “It looks like Jasmyne has taken a liking to the psycho clown lady.”
Jerome: “I think I’ve taken a liking to her!”
Still bewildered about what is going on, Madison walks over to Mr. Bunny and leans underneath the top rope to tell him what her opponent is doing. With Madison bent over and her back facing her, Jasmyne tip toes behind her opponent before giving her a hard slap across her backside. The smack elects a startled scream from Madison who turns around and faces her harasser. Jasmyne gives the shocked harlequin a wink before blowing her a kiss.
Russ: “W-W-What the hell was that!?”
Mahavir: “Ha-ha! I take that back. She really REALLY likes the clown lady.”
Jerome: “All right, she’s officially my favorite wrestler. Hands down” (unzipping sound) “Literally… my hands are down…”
Russ: “Jerome… don’t even think about it. This is how you got us fired from that bikini contest a few years back.”
Jerome: “Okay! Okay! Geez, sorry.” (zipping sound)
Meanwhile, Madison’s uncomfortable hesitation has evolved to frustration, as the clown girl charges towards Jasmyne. Her emotions however, get the best of her as she walks into a drop toe hold by Jasmyne. Madison tries to stand up, but as she gets to her hands and knees, she feels her opponent sit on her back, horseback style. Before Madison realizes the situation she is in, Jasmyne reaches back and gives her another stingy slap to the rear. Madison screams and tries to crawl away, but Jasmyne maintains control and continues to ride her, slapping her slowly reddened backside along the way to the audience’s laughter and cheers. Finally, Madison manages to break free and she scurries out of the ring where Mr. Bunny is present.
Russ: “Well, it may not be catch as catch can wrestling, but it looks like Jasmyne is a hit with the audience!”
Mahavir: “Ha-ha! She learned many of those moves during movies she starred in about women’s prisons, college sororities and beach volleyball.”
Jerome: “And I always thought those small cars and tricycle were rough rides for clowns.”
Outside the ring, Madison is busy being looked at by Mr. Bunny, who rubs her sore posterior with his fuzzy gloved hand. Madison begins to scream at the referee about Jasmyne’s wrestling style, but the ref only shrugs back with a “hey, I’m not complaining” grin. It then dawns on Madison that Mr. Bunny has been rubbing her backside a little too long and she quickly pushing him away, almost knocking his giant bunny costume head off. She also kicks him on the shin for good measure.
Russ: “I don’t think Mr. Bunny is making Madison’s predicament any better for her.”
Mahavir: “Ha-ha! The bunny got to 2nd base with sexy clown lady. I love it.”
With Madison busy berating her bodyguard, she fails to notice Jasmyne slide out of the ring and proceeds to pull down Madison’s shorts, exposing her red and black polka-dot thong underwear. The audience erupt in laughter as a horrified Madison tries to cover herself up. Her efforts are in vain as Jasmyne grabs her by the trim of her undergarments and slides her back into the ring. Jasmyne proceeds to return inside the squared circle herself, but as she stands, Mr. Bunny grabs her by the ankle in a effort to stall her.
Mahavir: “Hey! What is that perverted rabbit doing to my Jasmyne!?”
Russ: “It looks like he is doing everything he can to make sure Madison doesn’t suffer anymore humiliation.”
Jerome: “She lost her chance of becoming GND champion this week and has been sexually harassed from a exotic Bollywood actress and a overgrown pink rabbit. Isn’t that humiliating enough?”
Jasmyne quickly breaks free from Mr. Bunny’s clutches and stomps her foot on his fuzzy hand, chasing the 6’6” bunny behemoth away. This who distraction however was enough for Madison to recover and pull her star patterned shorts back up. As Jasmyne turns to face her opponent, she is quickly taken down by a spinning heel kick from Madison. Madison stands up looking down at Jasmyne, still fuming over the antics she played on her early in the match. She uses that rage to her advantage as she kneels down next to Jasmyne and begins hitting her with rapid punches to the forehead. The ref orders Madison to cease her onslaught, to which she replies with a blood boiling shriek towards the official before stopping.
Russ: “Boy, this is a side of Madison that you do not want to be on the wrong end of, I’ll tell you that.”
Jerome: “Yeah, this isn’t the time you want to ask her for a balloon animal.”
Russ: “Is there ever a time for that?”
Jerome: “Touché.”
Mahavir: “Come on, Jasmyne! Fight for right for sexy time with Mahavir after match!”
Madison drags Jasmyne up to her feet and kicks her in the stomach. With Jasmyne bent over in a daze, Madison runs backwards and jumps onto the middle rope. She springboards herself off and turns in mid-air before driving Jasmyne down with a Fame-Asser. Madison rolls Jasmyne over onto her back and covers her for the pin.
1… 2…
Jasmyne gets her shoulder up before the three. A frustrated Madison pushes her opponent onto her stomach and locks in a camel clutch, only to have her fingers clawing the eyes of the screaming Jasmyne. “I’m gonna claw her STOOPID little eyes out!!!” Madison exclaims while the referee orders her to break the illegal hold. Madison breaks the hold just before the referee counts to five, giving a psychotic glare at the ref afterwards. Madison begins to pick Jasmyne back up when her opponent begins to fight back with shots to the stomach, stunning Madison. Jasmyne hits the ropes and rushes towards Madison preparing to hit her with a high impact attack, but unfortunately, Madison had recovered in time for her to counter Jasmyne’s attack with a picture perfect drop-sault. With Jasmyne laid out, Madison covers her again in hopes for getting the win.
1… 2…
Russ: “3? No! Jasmyne kicks out just in time.”
Jerome: “Jasmyne is really showing a lot of fight against the finalist of the GND tournament.”
Mahavir: “What can Mahavir say, Jasmyne’s a fighter. Whether it’s in the ring or…”
Russ: “Or in your bed for sexy time, right?”
Mahavir: “…You perverted man to imply Mahavir was going to say that, announcer Russ, but yes, she fighter in bed for sexy time too.”
Jerome: “Speaking of fights, Mahavir, it looks like you have yourself quite a match this week with your friend and past tag partner, Spyke Johannson.”
Mahavir: “YES! Yes! Spyke and me, one-on-one! Spyke has big plans for him. EWT title, right around the corner for him, Mahavir guarantees. Good dancer, good wrestler, much like Mahavir. Should be excellent match. Dance off… with punches.”
Russ: “And what about this mentorship you seem to have with Liam O’Neill. Have you taken him in as your protégé?”
Mahavir: “Liam is special. Special man, he is. Coach Ireland didn’t see it, his teammates did not see it, but Mahavir sees it. I see Liam’s gift. He will be big star soon with my help. Wait and see.”
Back in the ring, Madison has her opponent in a sleeper hold and it looks like Jasmyne is fading as she tries to keep conscious. Her eyes close and her body appears to go limp as Madison orders the ref to check to see if she is out. The ref raises Jasmyne’s arm up, which drops lifelessly upon letting go. The official repeats his previous action and the end result remains the same.
Jerome: “I think Jasmyne is out. If that arm drops one more time, Madison gets the big ‘w’.”
Mahavir: “Don’t count Jasmyne out yet!”
The ref lifts Jasmyne’s arm up for a third time and lets go. Just as it seems the arm will fall, it stops in mid air and Jasmyne’s hand clinches into a fist. A surprised Madison finds herself being overpowered by Jasmyne, as the exotic Indian begins to stand up even with the sleeper hold still applied on her. Feeding off the crowd’s support, Jasmyne delivers three hard elbows to the Madison’s stomach, breaking herself free from her possession. Jasmyne makes a run to the ropes but is immediately pulled down to the ring canvas hard thanks to Madison grabbing her hair during her sprint.
Russ: “And look at that! Madison using every trick in the playbook to keep Jasmyne down.”
Mahavir: “That was cheap. Jasmyne likes to have hair pulled sometimes, but now not the time.”
Russ: “Disturbing. Back to the action.”
Madison picks Jasmyne up to her feet and pushes her into the bottom left ring corner. With her opponent in a helpless state, Madison unleashes a stiff chop to the chest, drawing some “WHOOs” from the audience. She chops her chest again and seems to have everything under control when the announce team notice something unusual about Jasmyne.
Russ: “Wait a second… is… is Jasmyne smiling?”
Mahavir: (grinning) “Oh, I knew this was going to happen.”
Once turning back to see her grinning opponent, a puzzled Madison chops her chest again. This time, Jasmyne exclaims a pleasurable gasp and looks at Madison with an aroused grin.
Jerome: “She like it! Hey Nicky! She really likes it!”
Mahavir: “HA-HA! Of course she does! I said she likes the rough stuff! That’s my Jasmyne!”
A gapped Madison is then forced into the turnbuckles by Jasmyne and soon finds herself on the receiving end of multiple knife-edge chops by Jasmyne. After striking her opponent nine times across the chest, Jasmyne takes a moment to run tongue down her palm, giving it a good lick before smacking it against Madison’s chest. Holding the sore frontal area, Madison reels out of the corner, maintaining her balance by holding onto the top rope for support. This was a ploy however, as once Jasmyne grabbed her opponent by the shoulder, Madison whips around and gets in a quick eye poke. With Jasmyne stunned from the cheap shot, Madison Irish whips her across the ring to the ropes on the opposite side. The two meet up in the center with Madison going for a clothesline. Much to her surprise however, Jasmyne ducks the attack and hits the ropes again for added momentum. As Madison turns back to face her, a charging Jasmyne leaps towards her and sends her to the mat with a flawless head scissors takedown.
Russ: “What a move! Jasmyne still has some fight left in her.”
Mahavir: “Not just fight, announcer Nick. But passion, beauty and silicon. LOTS of silicon.”
Madison quickly stands back up, only to have herself being taken down again by Jasmyne with a Japanese arm drag. Madison gets to her feet again, winded from Jasmyne’s attacks. She foolishly staggers right towards Jasmyne, who hits her with a beautiful Northern Lights Suplex with bridge.
1… 2…
Russ: “And… NO! Almost a three and what an upset that would have been!”
Mahavir: “Come on, Jasmyne! Stay on top of her! Literally or metaphorically, it is up to you!”
Jerome: “Please let it be literal! Please oh please let it be literal!”
While Madison tries to pick herself up, Jasmyne looks to take her down with a charging maneuver as she runs to the ropes behind her. Unbeknownst to her however, Mr. Bunny was there, hiding and waiting for the right opportunity. Such opportunity had appeared and he capitalized on it by grabbing a hold of Jasmyne’s ankles from behind, tripping the East Indian beauty and sending her to the canvas face first.
Mahavir: “What is that damn bunny, tripping my Jasmyne like that!? He trying to make Mahavir mad? Mahavir not nice when angry!”
Russ: “Madison better capitalize on this if she wants to win this match.”
Mahavir: “Thanks to that pointy-ear S&M pink freak! He’s lucky that Mahavir is peaceful man. I fight in ring and ring only. See, Mahavir likes to solve other problems with words and understanding each other. With that, we can work issues with no blood being shed or…”
Jerome: “Hey, it looks like Madison is ordering Mr. Bunny to get her a chair to finish off Jasmyne.”
Mahavir: “THAT MOTHERF…”
Mahavir rips off his headset as Mr. Bunny passes the announce table and towards the timekeeper’s area. He pushes Tonie Garcya aside and picks up the steel chair the man was seated in. As he folds the chair up, Bunny notices a man rushing towards him in the corner of his eye. Holding a steel chair in front of your face before a pissed off charging East Indian actor turned wrestler wasn’t the smartest thing to do for Mr. Bunny as Mahavir knocks the big man out cold with a Maha-kick to the chair that drives the steel object into his face.
Russ: “WOW! What a kick from Mahavir and Mr. Bunny is not moving!”
Jerome: “And Madison is not pleased!”
Sure enough, Madison is screaming at Mahavir from inside the ring about him foiling her plans. With Madison’s attention towards Mahavir and the unconscious Mr. Bunny, Jasmyne uses the distraction to her advantage as she gets the harlequin into a pinning roll up.
1… 2… 3!!!
The audience goes wild as the bell rings and “Leke Pehla Pehla Pyar” begins to play, while Garcya is able to recover from his “assault” to announce the official outcome of the match.
Garcya: “Here is your winner… JASMYNE!!!”
Russ: “Unbelievable! What an upset we have just witness!”
Jerome: “Talk about an in-ring debut for Jasmyne!”
Jasmyne quickly rolls out of the ring while Madison is in state of disbelief on what has just happened. Mahavir rushes over to his girlfriend, who leaps into his arms for the hot and steamy couple to embrace. They make out passionately and raise their arms in victory before heading up the entrance ramp while Madison throws a tantrum in the ring.
Jerome: “Look at Mahavir. He couldn’t be any happier. And I know why.”
Russ: “I’m assuming it is the fact that he is proud of his girlfriend winning her first match in EWT against one of the top contenders for the GND title.”
Jerome: “Nope. He’s going have a “sexy time” tonight with his girlfriend who won her first match in EWT against a top contender for the GND title.”
Russ: “Of course… how stupid of me.” "Suppose you were to die tonight...what would you say?" The celebration's come to an end as the sounds of "We Die Young" by Alice In Chains begins to play and the entire Draugr Faction, Ghost Face, Corpse, Karma and Wraith emerge from the back and quickly head into the ring. They step over Mr.Bunny's fallen body as Ghost Face and Karma enter the front of the ring while Corpse and Wraith circle around to the back, standing on the apron. A still very annoyed Madison finds herself surrounded by zombies. Ghost Face, who has his newly one Tri-State Title slung over one of his shoulders, snatches a microphone and steps in front of Madison. Ghost Face: ..That..was the most wretched..pathetic thing..I've EVER seen. ..You lost..to a mentally crippled..unintelligible..foreign prostitute.. Madison raises a single finger to speak but Ghost Face cuts her off. Ghost Face: NO ONE TOLD YOU TO SPEAK. He continues walking towards her as she back peddles, Karma cracking her knuckles in the background. Ghost Face: Do you know why we kept you around? Because your easy to control. Your naive. Your gullible. Your STUPID. Furtherm--GUH! Ghost Face's tirade is cut off as Madison knee's him directly between the legs, drawing a pop from the crowd. The Tri-State Champion falls onto his knee's but holds a hand up telling the snarling Karma to keep back. Eventually, and slowly, he rises back to his feet, coughing and wincing all the while. Madison gives him a scowl and holds up her fists like one of those boxing kangaroo's. Ghost Face: ..I..I'm sorry. ..You didn't deserve that. ..I..was too harsh. ..Y..You didn't deserve that, no..you deserve.. Karma suddenly blind sides the much smaller clown with a forearm shot to the side of the that drops her to the mat. Ghost Face: ..that.. GET HER. Corpse and Wraith use this as their cue to enter the ring and Corpse quickly pulls Madison upwards only to bind her arms behind her back. She struggles about but it's no use, she can't overpower him. Ghost Face stares at Madison with a completely heartless expression as he slowly begins to pull back one of his fists. No telling what kind of horror they plan on unleashing. ..The audience begins to stir a bit as a figure is seen silently hopping over the guard rail. The lanky individual slides into the ring and is spotted by Wraith. ..Wraith attempts to dispose of the interloper..but receives a guitar shot to the head! A Purple SG Goddess Guitar to be specific. And just who is the rescuer? Die Shiguya! The same man who fought with The Draugr as they interfered in Madison's match with Synthy Eris at the most recent pay per view. The remaining Draugr members look over to spot Wraith laying on the canvas with various pieces of the shattered guitar laying around him. They bolt from the ring, abandoning their team mate, and release Madison. Shiguya stares after the fleeing shock rock thugs before turning his attention to the fallen Madison, gently taking her hand as he carefully pulls her back to her feet. Madison looks upwards and her emerald colored eyes widen before she latches onto Shiguya like some kind of spider monkey or starfish. Shiguya merely rests a hand atop Madison's head as The Draugr back up the ramp. In particular, Ghost Face has a noticeable scowl upon his face directed towards the mysterious, silver haired newcomer. Madison un-clings herself from Die, hooking her fingers into the mouth and allows her tongue dangle about, taunting her now former associates as the scene draws to a close.
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Post by Ragnal on Sept 26, 2007 22:16:18 GMT -5
Mike, Joe, and Linda Ragnal are walking backstage, heading to the arena's exit, with their duffle bags in tow.
Mike: Damn, can't believe this is finally happening.
Joe: I can't believe it's happening AGAIN. Except this time you're retiring with us.
Linda: Oh, PLEASE. Odds are that he's just going to join another fed after this one.
Mike: Nah...too soon.
As they chuckle, Mike stops the other two behind him, and looks in front of him...and listens quietly to a conversation between the Wrestle Posse.
Axel: Seriously, it's not about a car. Jobby: Little Red Corvette is not about a car?! Axel: No. Jobby: You're just messing with me. Axel: Do I have to explain "Turning Japanese" again?
Jobby: Lies!
Axel: Whateve-
Mike Ragnal then approaches the team, and clears his throat.
Mike: Um, yo. How are ya guys doing?
He turns his attention to the newly blonded Axel.
Mike: Caught that match of yours. You did well considering the circumstances.
Axel: Circumstances? Is that what they call interference nowadays? Or was that an old guard thing?
Jobby: HEY JOE! WHERE YOU GOING WITH THAT GUM IN YOUR HAND?
.Joe looks up as he's about to put the gum in his mouth, stopping with his jaw dropped open wide enough.
Joe: Oh, um, this? Well, we're heading to the airport because we're heading home.
Axel: So this is it, huh? You leaving for good?
Jobby: *chanting is whispers* Please don't go... Please don't go...
Mike: Dude, it didn't work for Punk, won't work for us, either. Though, seriously, we've got other things going on in our lives, plus, us being here and trying to hog the spotlight, well, that'd take away from the guys who deserve it more than we do.
He then points at both Jobby and Axel.
Jobby stares behind himself then walks behind Axel.
Jobby: *To Axel* Who's he pointing at?
Axel: He's patronizing.
Jobby: Who?
Axel: Who do you think?
Jobby: I agree! The Guardinals should be at the top.
Axel: ...what?
Mike palms his forehead, then slowly turns to his brother.
Mike: ...THIS is what almost beat you?!
Joe: DUDE, give me a break!
Mike then rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to WP.
Mike: I meant you guys. You two. Up and comers. Popular. Good team. Do you see what I'm trying to say.
Axel: I do, but I don't believe it.
Jobby: *Confused* Joe our match wasn't a reverse pin match?
Joe:...who would even BOOK that!?
Axel: Don't answer that.
Mike: Vince Russo trivia aside...I'm gonna ask, Ax. Why don't you believe you've earned some time in the spotlight?
Axel: I've been through hell recently. I... WE deserve a hell of alot more than we've recevied. We put away the Draugr when no one else would. We've had to take a bunch of crap from all the bosses here. And now we have to deal with perhaps the worst boss of them all, in a guy that thinks copying tired sayings from wrestlers of yesteryear is original and clever. Do we deserve the spotlight? You bet your ass we do. *Approaching Mike.* But that doesn't mean I'm so easy to accept compliments from someone who has such a quick change of heart.
Jobby: I would!
Axel: ...What I mean to say is... Why now? Why us?
Mike looks down at the floor for a second, as if to gather all of his thoughts for a long speech.
Mike: Quick change of heart...yeah, I think I know what you mean there. Look...I know how it is to go through hard times. I snapped when I felt the fans didn't appreciate me as much as I thought they could, but that came to pass. I learned to deal with it, and move on, sorta like you just did recently. As for you guys and right now...well, call me crazy, but, I see potential in you guys.
Joe: THEM?!
Axel: I see.
Jobby: You think so?
Axel: *Smirking* Well keep watching... You'll see a hell of a lot more than potential.
Mike smiles.
Mike: I'm glad to hear that.
The middle Ragnal turns to go back to his family...but then stops, and turns back around to the Wrestle Posse.
Mike: Yanno...you guys have something that's pretty rare in today's business...you have heart. You, Spyke, Limey, Carla, Juri, Synthy...you put every last bit you have into this business, a business where people play politics to get what they want rather than to earn it, or even people who just watch out for themselves no matter what the costs. But you guys...you care. You really do, whether you think about it or not. And I think the wrestling world needs that kind of role model...know what I mean?
Axel: Now you're just becoming a sentamental slob.
Jobby: I'd say more of a wise sage.
Axel: Regardless, no waterworks. That's just lame, man. What you do want a Pepsi shower? *He smirks then holds out a fist.*
Mike: Actually, I switched to Brisk a while back, but hey. *He shrugs his shoulders* I'll take what I can.
He extends an arm each out to the Posse.
Mike: Promise me you guys are gonna keep up the good work, and give it your all in the future. WHo knows? You might even get the World tag belts sooner than you think.
Joe: Which is never.
Linda: Joe!
She elbows her youngest sibling in the ribs.
Joe: OW!
Mike: Just ignore him, PLEASE.
Axel: Hey, his opinion matters too. Only less than everyone else because he lost a dance off to Jobby.
Jobby: What can I say? I train for emergencies.
Joe: Sunnuvafreakingrumblegrumble...not my fault I'm what the Genesis song implies.
Mike: Good song, I'll admit, but that unfortunately strays us away from the current set of events going on.
Axel: Well... As much as you try, you won't get me to say good bye. *Staring into Mike's eyes* You'll be back before you know it.
Jobby: BYE JOE!
Axel: Yea, see you Joe.
Mike: Heh, guess you're right, guys. Just don't get all paranoid about me coming back. That's never a good sign.
Mike turns his back to the Posse, then salutes them both with two fingers.
Mike: Take care, guys.
Joe: Adios, Jobby.
Linda: It was nice meeting you guys.
Jobby: STAY AWESOME!
Axel: *Sarcastic* Stay gold.
Mike: And stay keen with yourselves.
Joe: Also, stay away from the cafeteria. Worst batch of devilled eggs I EVER had, blegh!
Jobby: THAT'S WHERE MY CLASSIC EGGS WENT!
Axel: I hate long drawn out things so... *He turns away and walks away, pulling Jobby with him. Jobby waves before turning to follow him. While Axel flashes a "V" with two fingers at them as he has his back turned.*
The Ragnals watch as the duo walk off, and smile at Axel's showing of a goodbye.
Linda: THink they'll do alright?
Mike: Of course I do. If they don't, well, I'll eat my own hat.
The siblings then laugh, and head off, making their way to the exit.
Joe: Well, this is it.
Mike: The road comes to an end.
Linda: Yeah, but don't forget, with every road's end, a new road is looking to be discovered.
Joe:...THAT was cheesy.
Linda: Hey!
Mike: Guys, cool it. Let's remember something...we left a legacy behind here.
Joe: Well, true...
Mike: And if it's one thing we did, we made sure they remember the name...
As the doors to the building are opened up, Mike, Joe and Linda all say the same thing aloud.
"Ragnal".
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Spectre
Mike the Goon
"The echo of a point in time..."
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Post by Spectre on Sept 27, 2007 18:41:15 GMT -5
*The commercials end following the emotional final Ragnal promo, and we're taken immediately back to the ring.*
*Job Bher stands in the ring, which alone grants him a nice little friendly pop from the crowd that has always appreciated his futile efforts. Unfortunately for him, “Perfect Strangers” soon strikes up.*
Announcer: From “Everywhere and Nowhere, weighing in at 221 pounds, SPECTRE!
*The still unpinned masked man slowly-but-fluidly works his way to the ring, electing to slide in under the bottom rope, staring straight into Job’s eyes…causing a visible gulp from the jobbing one.*
Gorilla: What more can be said about this guy, Jess? He’s taken down everyone in his path that’s met him in the ring, the only way he’s been stopped has been through a chaotic, thoroughly compromised match like the Scaffolds match at The Skies the Limit, and now he’s laying out challenges to the upper crust of the EWT!
Jesse: I’d ask “where does he find the nerve?” to do something like that, but I won’t lie to ya, Gorilla, this freak has backed up everything he’s said so far. The way he popped his own dislocated shoulder back into place spoke volumes about this guy, volumes I’m not about to check out of the library, if you catch my drift.
*As the bell rings, Job is very tenuous, slowly moving from side to side, trying to size up Spectre…but the masked man doesn’t even move, aside from his eyes following Job around the ring. Finally, Job tries a lockup…which leads to nothing, as Spectre barely has to move to escape. Job tries again, same result. A bit frustrated now, Job tries a THIRD time, and Spectre simply stops him, grabs him, and tosses him into the corner, where he unloads with a barrage of strikes and blows to the prone jobber. An Irish Whip later, and Job goes HARD into the turnbuckle, and doesn’t even get a chance to catch his breath, and Spectre follows him immediately with a nasty Corner Yakuza Kick. Job is about to fall flat on his face, but Spectre catches him in a Fireman’s Carry, hefts him into the air, and on his way down, kicks straight up into the air, right into Job’s stomach.*
*From there, it’s a given; once again, before Job can even hit the ground, Spectre grabs him from behind and locks in a Crossface Chickenwing. In no time at all, Job’s arm falls limp.*
*Bell rings*
Announcer: The winner of this bout, Spectre!
Gorilla: He’s on a roll, Jess, no getting around it, and he seems to bust out a new finisher every time we see him, no matter how long his match is!
Jesse: It’s worse than that, Monsoon; he doesn’t just use new finishing moves, he looks like he makes up all his normal moves during the match on the fly! There’s no preparing for a thing like that!
Gorilla: Well, let’s listen in, because for the first time, I think Spectre is about to address someone…or someONES…on the house microphone!
*Sure enough, Spectre holds the house mic in his hand. He’s not breathing hard, and his gaze remains as cold and steady as it’s ever been.*
Spectre: EWT – I know my challenge hasn’t gone unheeded. However, unfortunately for you, it remains unanswered. You, as a company, claim dominion over the landscape of this industry; yet you allow your fears and trepidation to dictate your actions.
I’ll repeat my earlier message, EWT: prove my theory false. Confront me. Confront yourself. Seek me out…you’ll know where to find me.
*“Perfect Strangers” hits as Spectre, without moving his gaze, drops the microphone, stands stock still…and almost seems to collapse and slither out of the ring, in an unknown direction, to an unknown destination.*
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TJT
AC Slater
It's fun to be perfect.
Posts: 109
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Post by TJT on Sept 27, 2007 21:02:15 GMT -5
*In the locker room of TJT, Jack Jupiter is drenched in the bathroom, facing a mirror and trimming the stubble of his face in a water-covered tank top and boxers (nothing gimmicky; he hates gimmicks...kinda). Next to him is a stereo quietly playing a tune by Hendrix...*
Jack: *singing in a hush*
"Alright... Listen to this baby... A woman here a woman there try to keep me in a plastic cage... But THEEEEEY don't realize it's sooooooo easy to break... But sometimes I get a ha-- --Feel my heart kind of runnin' hot... That's WHEEEEEEN I've got to MOVE...before I get caught...."
*Footsteps outside*
"HEY!
And the is why, listen to me baby, you can't hold me down!"
*The door opens*
"I don't want to be tied down... I gotta be FREE!
OW!"
*The stereo suddenly turns off*
Jack: ....Hey who turned off the tune?!
*he turns around, facing Terina, who is clad in a pink silk robe with her hair in a mess all around her*
Terina: ...
Jack: *eyes bug out as he scans her like some crazed...semi-teenager* GUH.
Terina: *rolls eyes and folds her arms*
Jack: GUH. That's all I got to say about you...Uh...
Terina: WHY ARE YOU HERE?
Jack: Well, I kinda stole Jason's keys for a bit and used them to get in.
Terina: How long have you been in here?
Jack: 10 minutes.
Terina: Bullcrap. Again, how long have you been here?
Jack: ...10 hours.
Terina: ...you've been in here for TEN hours? I have the doors outside of this locked when Jimmy and Jason are out for drinks and it's "me" time...
Jack: "Me" time?
Terina: Let me put it this way--if I hadn't had private self-modesty, your jaw would be ground into a fine powder from a single punch or kick and you'd be in a bloody heap on the floor.
Jack: ...if only I knew. *sigh* I wouldda come running out here like a bat out of Hell!!!
*She puts her arms on his shoulders, ready to knock him unconscious.*
Terina: You're insane, you know.
Jack: I suppose that would translate well in bed, dontcha think?
Terina: ... *suddenly gets really angry and breaks out into a loud, angry impersonation of Jack Jupiter* "Oh, look at me, I'm the REEEEEAL Jaaaack Jupiter! Some loser kid that's famous cause my cousin isn't a loser like me! Tee-hee. I'm a complete and utter idiot that has no idea how to make a woman and like me.
"Ooh, there's a random woman! Woo! I'm gonna use my choice words, in mere moments..."
*The door to the foyer of the locker room opens up, cutting to the slightly buzzed men of TJT, decked in shades and fine street clothes, and of course, their title belts.*
Thunder: Wonderful stuff...wow, I didn't know those two were twins...
Jupiter: They certainly were. Double the pleasure, ya know?
Thunder: You better believe it. I kinda wish I was you at that moment...you got two, I got one...hehe...
Jupiter: Indeed! Great night. Hey...do you hear yelling in the bathroom? Maybe the Damsel is in distress.
Thunder: ...toilet clog?
Jupiter: I'm waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay ahead of ya!
*The two walk towards the bathroom as the camera cuts back to Jack and Terina inside*
Terina: *still impersonating Jack and changing tone to sound like him in his self-proclaimed "Sexy" mode*
"Well ya know, you're hot. You light my fire, and I'd love to share a tent with you in the woods, you and me, and then the fire goes out cause of a rainstorm and we stay there and..."
*Jason opens the door...*
"...you're awesome awesome AWESOME, baby! Let's get a drink after we sleep together and make that wood-framed bed rock and splinter..."
*Jason freezes in place, his shades falling from his face as his jaw drops. Jim follows similarly, just as Terina turns around and notices them*
Terina: "and.................uh...*she suddenly becomes sullen and her voice returns to normal*...guh."
Thunder: I....can't believe this...
Jupiter: Please...kill me...
*Jack breaks out laughing*
Jack: A-HA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THIS...HAHAHAHAHA!
Terina: It wasn't...it...uh...
Thunder: ...
Jupiter: Kill me...
Terina: But...but...I didn't actually mean that...I was impersonating him...
Thunder: Right. And I'm not Jimmy Thunder. I'm Jared from the Subway ads...
Jupiter: Kill me...
Terina: You have to believe me...
Thunder: Actually I do, but that's because no woman would actually say those things...NOBODY. C'mon Jack, let's get you to a good home where you can vent your libido in peace...
*Jimmy grabs Jack by his tank and begins to haul him out kicking and screaming, Jason remaining in the doorway, frozen in a catonic state.*
Jupiter: Kill me...
Terina: Before your tag defense? Never. I have a match of my own as well, go figure...so get ready. Don't worry, I won't use all the hot water. Now give me some peace. I promise, I won't take an hour. More like...50 minutes.
*Jason regains mental consciousness, picks up his shades and walks out, shutting the door behind him, still downright shocked as the camera fades to black.*
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Post by thesunshinesquad on Sept 28, 2007 13:11:29 GMT -5
As we return from commercial, we see a familiar woman sitting idly by on a huge yellow beanbag chair, as she looks over nearby, watching something on a television nearby. Surrounding the room is a rather creepy set of decorations, each one featuring the face of EWT's own Juri Sadamoto. There's posters and pictures of her everywhere, with each one having been completely defaced in some way. One has a pair of "X's" spraypainted over the eyes. Another has her drawn to look as if she's been massively beaten. Another is simply torn in half. Vivian has in her hand, a remote control as she's fast forwarding through recent events, a big happy grin on her twisted face as she looks on.
Vivian: Oh golly gee, nothing like watching a classic match featuring that harlot!
The camera pans over, showing on the screen, the scene of Juri beaing beaten by EWT GND, Karma, showing the scene of her TIMFA being caught and Juri getting tossed onto her back hard, as she giggles from this sight.
Vivian: Hee, splat goes the Juri! Looks like the poor little darling couldn't fly. Tisk tisk, it's her own fault for trying anyway... dumb lil lass.
She quickly fasts forward through the rest of the match, soon reaching another familiar scene. The sight of Juri being defeated by Synthy Eris with her Synful Intentions, Vivian grinning wide as she claps like a rather hyper seal at the sight of this.
Vivian: Yay! Now that's a sight to see... poor Juri getting beaten like that. It warms my heart that there are other people out there that can give that little punkette a nice thrashing.
Vivian once again fast forwards through more things, as she looks on quite close to the screen, now witnessing the scene of her pre PPV beatdown and return on Juri, looking on in awe at the sight of this one.
Vivian: Well now, that gal right there sure knows how to deliver a beating to a naughty girl like her. Oh wait... silly me, I'm that gal!
Vivian clicks the pause button on the VCR remote, as she tosses it aside, spinning her around, facing the camera with a huge twisted grin on her face, twitching slightly.
Vivian: Well Juri old girl, looks like ya still haven't learned your lesson from that little ol smacking around I gave to ya. Now that's a darn shame... because I was hoping that we could get this whole business over and done with. I mean, you did STEAL THE SPOTLIGHT FROM ME!!! Still, I can't help but feel a little sorry for ya. So helpless against me, probably cried like a sad little kid after I finished with ya. You should know girlie that I'm one of the best the ol EWT has ever seen GND wise. You however are a HACK! Ya think anybody's impressed with your knees to the face.... ooh, that's painful... NOT! It's kinda like your jumping to your doom, while begging for your life. It's not exactly the most noble type of move sweetie... and I'm saying that for your own good. Meanwhile, the move I beat you with, the spectacular Smile High, now THAT's dandy little move. I mean, it literally means I could wrestle circles around ya... which is what I did at Skies the Limit II! You see Juri, no matter what ya do, it's gonna be just a matter of time before you pay for humiliating me like ya did. You know what you did... I know what ya did.... everybody does wench! See what I did to Miss Mystery... she got on my bad side too, shaved my pretty hair off, and made me look like a crash test dummy! Well, I got my revenge on her too, took her right out, just like I did you.
Vivian starts to a bit more angry now, as her smiles twists into a frown slowly.
Vivian: Everyone one of these girls, nothing compared to me! Carla o Woe? I'd be her biggest woe! Jasmyne? There ain't gonna be nothing sexy about what I could to ya... unless your into rape I suppose. Karma. You I like... always nice to see a girl whose into maiming folks. Builds character, but I doubt you could the same to me. Mella Drom Attoc... I could beat you in acting and in wrestling! Tiffany... hee hee, you poor gal. I'd snap your head off like the helpless little Barbie doll you are. Madison the Clown Girl... well you're about as happy as I am... well no, nobody that's happy! I reckon I could twist you up into a poodle though with ease, even with flopsy on your side. Terina, if you ever decide to come out from under that rock ya live in, I'd be glad tobeat you so bad, you boys will have to put ya back together again Oh and of course can't forget Synthy... the GND Champion. She thinks she's so neat cause she beat the clown. Well miss priss, if you think looking all spooky with your clothes and stuff makes you a better person, your flat out wrong!
Vivian giggles to herself, happy once again, as she spins around in her seat.
Vivian: Ladies... my message is clear. I'm better than all of ya and I deserve to be the best... because I am! Any of you get between me and Juri, I'll rip you into! Oh and Juri... you and me are gonna have some real fun together in the future. Some REAL FUN.
Vivian smiles wide, waving to the camera, as we fade to the next segment.
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Post by Hulkshi Tanahashi on Sept 28, 2007 19:59:35 GMT -5
*We open on Sum Guy, standing outside the locker room of the Comedian.*
Sum Guy: Hi, I’m Sum Guy, and some porn company keeps sending me pornos, sex toys, and other crap. Can somebody help me? Anyway, I’m standing outside the locker room of “The Comedian” Bobby Riggs. For the past few weeks, a lot of weird things have been happening to Mr. Riggs, and it was at The Skies The Limit II that we found out who was behind those things—Ferhago Crow. He is stalking the Comedian for some reason, and I will attempt to find out why.
*Sum Guy turns the knobs and opens the door. Inside, the room is dark, except for the glow of the television and the light coming in from the door. The Comedian is sitting in a chair in front of a TV and watching “Pirates Of The Caribbean.” He looks disheveled, with a 5-o-clock shadow and bed hair. There are DVDs of pirate movies all over the floor. Sum Guy slowly walks up to the Comedian.*
Comedian: Yeah…yeah…oh…yeah…yeah.
Sum Guy: Mr. Riggs.
*Riggs just ignores Sum Guy.*
Sum Guy: Mr. Riggs.
*Riggs keeps ignoring him.*
Sum Guy: Bobby. *touches Riggs’s shoulder*
Comedian: AAAAAHHHHH!!!!
Sum Guy: AAAAAHHHHH!!!!
Comedian: AAAAAHHHHH!!!!
Sum Guy: AAAAAHHHHH!!!!
Comedian: AAAAAHHHHH!!!!
Sum Guy: AAAAAHHHHH!!!!
Comedian: AAAAAHHHHH!!!!
Sum Guy: AAAAAHHHHH!!!!
Comedian: AAAAAHHHHH!!!!
Sum Guy: AAAAAHHHHH!!!!
*They stop screaming.*
Comedian: What the hell is wrong with you!!!!?
Sum Guy: Me!? What’s wrong with you!?
Comedian: Nothing! I’m just sitting here, minding my own business, and watching “Pirates Of The Caribbean!” And, you! You just barge in here and scare the living shit out of me!
Sum Guy: No, I…wait, you’re watching “Pirates Of The Caribbean?” Why?
Comedian: To figure it out!
Sum Guy: Figure what out?
Comedian: Why Ferhago Crow? I’ve been studying tapes of pirate movies, especially the ones based on that ride at Disney. I’ve seen the first and second “Pirates Of The Caribbean”s 20, 30, maybe 40 times! I’ve been able to find a copy of the third one. Do you know where I can find one?
Sum Guy: It hasn’t come out on DVD yet.
Comedian: SON OF A BITCH!!!!
Sum Guy: Actually, this is the reason I’m here. I have to ask you—why is Ferhago Crow playing all these mind games with you?
Comedian: Are you kidding me!? I DON’T KNOOOOW!!!! Do you think if I knew that I would be sitting here watching pirate movies!!!!?
Sum Guy: Um…no?
Comedian: YOU DAMN SKIPPY!!!!
Sum Guy: Um…why are you watching pirate movies?
*The Comedian just stares at him for several seconds and then responds.*
Comedian: Are you serious?
Sum Guy: Yes.
Comedian: JESUS CHRIST WITH A STICK UP HIS ASS!!!! ARE YOU THE DUMBEST MOTHERF***ER IN EWT!!!!?
Sum Guy: No.
Comedian: Well, there are other people who would disagree with that, Jack.
Sum Guy: Jack!? Oh yeah, you call me Jack McGee?
Comedian: HEY! The brain damage isn’t affecting you memory! Anyway, to answer your incredibly dumb question, I am watching pirate movies so I can figure out why Crow is after me.
Sum Guy: Um…how is watching pirate movies going to help you figure that out?
Comedian: The pirate movies will help me understand the mind of the pirate. And, if I understand the mind of a pirate, then I understand the mind of Crow.
Sum Guy: Wait, let me get this straight, you have NO IDEA why Crow is bothering?
Comedian: No, I don’t!
Sum Guy: Surely, you can’t be serious!?
Comedian: YES, I AM SERIOUS!!!! And, don’t me “Shirley.”
Sum Guy: You have no idea?
Comedian: No, I don’t! I mean, why would that crazy pirate be after me!!!!? I don’t know him! I’ve never met him! Hell, I’ve never met ANY wrestling pirate! Wait. *pauses* That’s not true. There was one. A long time ago. I had this problem, and this pirate afford to help.
*The Comedian puts his hands over his mouth. He moves back into the chair tipping it over and crawls into the corner. Sum Guy follows.*
Sum Guy: What!? What is it!?
Comedian: OH MY GOD!!!! IT WAS HIM!!!
Sum Guy: Who!?
Comedian: CROW, YOU IDIOT!!!! Crow was the pirate! He was the one who helped me out! And now, he’s come…FOR MY SOUL!!!!
Sum Guy: Why!? What did he do!?
Comedian: Um…nothing! I gotta go!!!!
*The Comedian gets up and quickly leaves the room. Sum Guy looks around in confusion and then looks at the TV. He sets the chair back up, sits in it, and starts to watch the movie. Suddenly, the Comedian comes back.*
Comedian: I gotta take these back to the video store. *grabs the other DVDs and takes the one in the machine and then exits, leaving Sum Guy.*
Sum Guy: Man! I wanted to watch Johnny Depp!
*Cut to commercial*
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Tiffany
Mike the Goon
Don't ask me. I'm just a girl... aheheh, aheheh...
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Post by Tiffany on Sept 28, 2007 20:04:06 GMT -5
Backstage- EWT Arena
*Tiffany is bent right over. Stretching & preparing for her match, presumably... or trying to get a reaction out of the horny geeks in the crowd. She is approached by Marisol Kaneshall. Marisol can't help staring at Tiffany's behind.*
Marisol: Hi, Tiffany. I take it your preparing for your debut match here in EWT.
*Tiffany pops up, her unnaturally large breasts bouncing in a way that seems intentional.*
Tiffany: That's right, babe. I know that all of the other women here think that I'm just, like, some dumb blonde, but if they see my match tonight then they'll totally be proven wrong. I know that I can beat Julie Scaramanga.
Marisol: Erm, her name's Juri Sadamoto, honey. Even I know that one.
Tiffany: It's not important. All of the women in EWT seem to have a problem with me. Synthy said nasty things about me on that internet & Dr. Anemone seems to have it in for me. All these women are under the impression that I was just hired for my looks, but I know I was hired because the higher-ups in EWT see big things for me. They know I have what it takes to become GND Champion. And tonight, after my match with Julie, all the other girls in this company will totally know that I mean serious business!
Marisol: I like that outfit you're wearing too. It's totally hot. Dammit! I have to stop that...
*Marisol walks away as Tiffany resumes her workout routine of bending over & showing her ass to the camera.*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Sept 29, 2007 10:07:18 GMT -5
'Sign' by Ace of Base starts, bringing the crowd to their feet as Dorf comes from the back to the stage. He walks to the ring with a bit of a swagger. He walks up the steps to enter the ring, making a 'belt' motion while smiling largly. The mood changes when 'Testify' starts up, with the audience booing loudly. EWT World Heavyweight Champion Joe One walks out, calm as usual. He walks to the ring without any so much as looking to one side. As he starts to remove the title from his shoulder loops, the announcer speaks. Announcer: The following contest is schedualed for one fall, and it is for the EWT World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, to my left, the challenger. From Filthadelphia, Pencilvania, weighing in at 270 lbs., Dorf! Dorf does the 'hold an imaginary beachball' thing with his arms to the crowds' delight. A few people throw cheese sandwhiches. Announcer: And his opponent, to my left, the champion. Representing the EWT Stable Champions Minipax, from Airstrip One, weighing in at 234 lbs., he is the EWT World Heavyweight Champion, Joe One! Joe makes a 'V' with his arms as the crowd heckles him. He hands over the title to the referee, who shows the belt to Dorf. Dorf pats it and nods his head. The referee puts the belt over his head, showing that it is on the line. He gives the belt to a ringside official and calls for the bell. *ding ding ding* The crowd starts a 'Let's go Dorf!' chant. One and Dorf circle each other. One extends his hand, looking for a handshake. The crowd boos this tactic, despite the fact that, in One's previous attemtps, he has not done any dirty tricks with it. Dorf looks at it for a second and strokes his chin. One makes a look as if to say 'Are you going to trust me?' Dorf brings his hand in, but brings it back and kicks One in the stomach, hitting him with a DDT! Cover by Dorf. 1! Kickout by One. Joe looks at Dorf with a devious look. Dorf shrugs. He looks to do a Garvin Stomp, but One rolls out of the way and out of the ring. The crowd boos as One tries to regroup outside of the ring. The referee starts a count-out. 1! One steps back on the ring apron. Dorf looks to land a clothesline, but One sidesteps and he misses. One kicks Dorf square in the jaw, causing him to recoil back into the ring. One gets back into the ring quickly, and gets behind Dorf. He locks in a Cobra Clutch, but Dorf breaks out before it can be turned into a Cobra Clutch Bulldog. Dorf gets One into a headlock, but One is too close to the ropes and gets his leg up on one, forcing Dorf to break it up. One gets up holding on to the ropes. Dorf stands by, watching as Joe turns about torwards him. Dorf makes a run to One, but One catches him in the Fireman's carry. He starts to do an airplane spin and completes a Special Edition to Dorf! He scurries over One and locks him in an STF. Dorf rolls over and turns it into an armbar in his favor. One rolls over and turns THAT into a Crossface. Dorf rolls over and turns THAT into a wristlock. One kicks up and manages to stand up in the wristlock. One takes the arm and hits an armdrag on Dorf. Freed from the wristlock, One steps back, looking to be in deep thought. Dorf stands up, and One charges at full force, looking to hit an Airstrip Kiss, but Dorf moves out of the way.... ...and it hits the referee! After One realizes what he had done, his tone switches from 'subdued' to 'alarmed'. One slowly turns around and faces Dorf. Dorf kicks One in the chest, butterflys the arms, and.... LANDS A DORF-DRIVER! The crowd goes unglued as Dorf uses his banned move! One is out! Dorf goes for the cover, but the referee is still out! Dorf starts to move the referee to One's body, when all of a sudden Richard Clay runs out from the back! Clay punches Dorf in the back of the head, bringing Dorf down to his knees. Clay takes advantage by low blowing him. Clay turns around, lifts up Dorf, and lands a Killionare Krunch. SUDDENLY! Heiden-Dorf comes out from the crowd and storms the ring! Clay makes an exit, running from Heiden-Dorf, who follows him in toe. Joe One slowly makes his way up the ropes, looking a bit dazed. He turns around, noticing Dorf lying in wake. One makes his way to Dorf and manages to pick him up in the powerbomb position. One staggers for a bit, but manages to hit.... .......THE 101! One, out of energy, colapses on Dorf. For a few seconds, there is no action in the ring, when a second referee runs out from the back and quickly slides into the ring. 1! 2! 3! *ding ding ding* Announcer: Here is your winner, and STILL EWT World Heavyweight Champion, Joe One! The audience jeers as the referee gets Joe off of Dorf and onto his feet again. One is given his title, which he holds up, laying on the ropes. dorf rolls out of the ring & falls on the floor outside. He waves over the ring anouncer, who brings the microphone over to him. He yells at the ring announcer to help him up. dorf is helped up & shoves the ring announcer away. dorf: You know what One, you got lucky today. But your luck is going to run out. You want to be a fighting champion? You wrestled a washed up hasbeen like jzbadblood on a freaking airplane. That's not wrestling. That's stupidty!!! So you know what? You will have a REAL challenge coming up!!! On November 4th, 2007 at a little show I like to call Survival of the Fittest. You see One, there was a little creating done by Bischoff & it has been used twice. Well, I intend to use it...FOR YOU!!!! Joe One, you will enter this match as champion, but can you be the man to walk out as champion? Because you will defend the EWT Heavyweight Championship against Christopher Indigo Crauswell John "the Lion" Valentine Mysth and Limey And all 6 of you will enter...The Megadeth!!!! Are you ready Joe One to be a worthy champion now?? Will you be the last man standing?? I, for one, am interested in this.
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Post by rblietz on Sept 29, 2007 12:04:43 GMT -5
*As all the fans are chattering amongst themselves, the Toomertron suddenly begins to flash ecstatically.*
*Incoherent words start popping up, only to be removed within seconds. The crowd all raise their eyebrows in bewilderment at the message.*
*Finally, it all cuts off. A couple of moments pass then it gets lit up with an unusual woman standing in what seems to be monk-type gear. She holds up a burning candle.*
?: He's coming...
*The flash returns, but this time it reveals short clips of a man dressed in tights showing off his arsenal. The screen widens to show that most of what you're seeing, is coming from a high school gymnasium, against no one you've ever heard of.*
*Everything quickly goes back to the strange girl.*
?: He's been training for this...
*The young man is shown again, this time in a sort of underground-type area with few others. They are all been forced into damn-near unbearable training exercises.*
*Once again, we see her.*
?: Will you be ready to-
*The screen again goes blurry and cuts on and off again and again.*
*She can be heard, barely, throwing out one word at a time.*
?: -pick-up-the...
*Abruptly, it all comes to a close, and the Toomertron returns to normal leaving the fans on the edge of their seats in confusion.*
*Out of nowhere, a loud thundering noise ascends upon the arena, sending everyone in total shock as letters unravel on the big screen.*
Toomertron: ...Blietz
*As the previous noise drowns out, it returns soon again to make the screen go blank, and sending half of the crowd into a panic attack.*
*No one is for sure of what to expect next, but they all realize that it seems to have finally ended. They go on chatting amongst themselves about the recent happening.*
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on Sept 29, 2007 14:02:11 GMT -5
Crowd : WE WANT TA-BLES ! CLAP CLAP - CLAP CLAP CLAP !
WE WANT TA-BLES ! CLAP CLAP - CLAP CLAP CLAP !
WE WANT TA-BLES ! CLAP CLAP - CLAP CLAP CLAP !
*The crowd is already on their feet, still excited from the previous match, and now they can’ t wait for the Tables match between Terina and « Sexually Suggestive » Ivy Rosepine. Fortunately for them, they don’ t need to wait for very long as « Ride the Lightning » by Metallica blasts through the speakers. Terina gets a good pop, as her usual fans obviously cheer for her and those who dislike her are just happy to see that the match is about to start.*
Announcer : Ladies and gentlemen, the following Tables match is about to start ! Introducing first, from San Diego, California, wheighing in at 149 lbs and representing the team of TJT… TEEEERINAAAAA !!
*Terina seems really focused, she just stares at the ring and climbs into it. She quickly gets into one of the corners and looks at the ramp, waiting for her opponent ( or more like her enemy ) to show up.*
*An angry look appears on her face when « Hysteria » by Muse hits, and at the other side of the arena appears Ivy Rosepine, who’ s alone, as promised. She poses for the crowd but looks straight at Terina*
Announcer : And her opponent… from Lille, France, please welcome… « Sexually Suggestive » IVY ROSEPIIIINE !!
*She looks very focused as well. She high fives a couple of crowd members, but quickly accelerates the pace of her steps. She can’t wait for the match to start and slides into the ring.
The referee brings them both in the center of the ring and reminds them the rules of this match. They shake their heads but don’ t seem to be really paying attention. They are too focused on the match and on the way to make each other suffer.*
DING DING !!
*As soon as they hear the bell, the two women rush at each other and quickly lock up very brutally. They are pushing on each other, trying to gain an advantage. None of them is even flinching, their arms just shaking as they push, and both of them staring madly at each other. None of them really manages to get an advantage, so they move away from each other and think about something. But it doesn’ t take long before they start insulting each other in the ring, then have a very tense staredown, and they approach each other to the point their foreheads touch. They keep on argueing for a few seconds, when Terina suddenly gives Ivy a stiff slap, which makes her turn around in shock. Terina then runs at Ivy and performs a Backdrop. Ivy is nursing her back in pain and as she rolls on her side slightly, Terina kicks her strongly in the back of the head, before grabbing her by the hair, bringing her to her feet and sending back onto the canvas with a Flip Neckbreaker. Terina then goes for an Elbow Drop, but Ivy manages to roll out of the way just in time ! As Terina gets up, Ivy runs and nails her with a Clothesline ! As Terina gets up, Ivy gives her a taste of her own medicine by kicking her in the head as well, but in the front. Ivy does a little taunt and tells her opponent to bring it on, and as Terina slowly gets up, Ivy grabs her arms and Irish Whips her in a corner, but she does so in a way that send Terina chest first in it. Ivy immediately rushes at her for a Spear on Terina’ s back and into the turnbuckle ! That’ s the Guêpière ! And as Terina stumbles, Ivy nails her with a Northern Lights Bomb !*
Crowd : IVY ROSE-PINE ! CLAP CLAP - CLAP CLAP CLAP !
*With Terina down, Ivy slides out of the ring. She starts seaching under the apron and like one could expect, picks up a table. She points at the crowd to tell them the serious things are beginning, but as she turns around, she realizes in awe that Terina is rushing and hits her with a Springboard Moonsault that sends both of them on the concrete floor ! Since Terina landed on Ivy, she is a lot less affected by the impact and gets up faster. Obviously enraged, Terina kicks some steel steps in order to make them fall and picks a part of them. Ivy is slowly making it back to her feet, but Terina runs at her and hits her with the steel steps !! Ivy is lying on the ground and her forehead is busted open ! Terina now picks up the table that Ivy took and sets it up. She grabs Ivy by the hair and puts her on the table. She puts a foot on the table in order to get up on it and slam Ivy into it… but she suddenly stops. Terina then looks at the closest turnbuckle with a mad smirk. She gets back into the ring and climbs the said turnbuckle. She sets herself in position… and the crowd starts yelling, in despair for Ivy’ s fans, in enthusiasm for Terina’ s, as they know what’ s coming next ! And that’ s it ! Terina jumps for the FLYING TREE FROG TO THE OUTSIDE !! But no !! Ivy suddenly rolls out of the way and her feet, catching the edge of the table, brings it with her ! Terina only meets the floor !!*
*The crowd is going wild as Ivy, sitting on the floor with the feet that caught the edge of the table still on it and blood dripping from her face, watches the downed Terina, and she can’ t believe what just happened. She finally gets back to her feet, folds the table and throws it into the ring. She then picks up Terina and tries to force her to slide her back into the ring, but Terina suddenly grabs her head and folds her leg around Ivy’ s for a Russian Leg Sweep ! Terina goes to meet the officials and makes one of them go away in order to pick up their steel chair. She folds it and comes back to Rosepine who got up but is still a bit unsteady. Terina waves the chair at her, but Ivy dodges and kicks Terina in the belly, then follows with an Enzuigiri which sends Terina’ s face against the edge of the ring ! Before Terina collapses, Ivy grabs her and sends her back into the ring. Before she gets into the ring herself, Ivy starts searching under the ring again. She goes out with her hands empty, even though one can easily see she put something into her mouth. She then climbs into the ring and as Terina gets up, Ivy bends over, the right leg ahead of the left one, the right hand on her right knee and the left one on her hip. She waits for Terina’ s face to be right in front of hers, then she blows a kiss at her… and spits a pink mist in her face in the process ! That was what she put into her mouth ! Ivy quickly grabs Terina and hits a Powerslam ! Ivy then points at Terina who’ s lying on the ground and yells at her.*
Ivy : Kiss of Death, girl ! Kiss of Death!
*With the advantage as hers, Ivy quickly takes advantage of the situation and goes to the outside to retrieve a table, sliding back into the ring and setting it up juxtapose to her adversary. As she picks Terina up parallel to the table, the head of the wealthy heiress between her legs, Ivy goes to lift her up for an Ivy bomb, but she feels a strong resistance from Terina and can’t completely lift her up. Using her feet to kick the table over and slip out of Ivy’s grasp, Terina blindly falls out and scrambles for the ropes, getting grabbed from behind by a leg and pulled back. Using her free leg however, Terina manages to sweep kick Ivy enough to a short stagger; with this free time, Terina wipes the majority of the pink mist away from her eyes—though she still gets pulled back. Ivy picks her up, and delivers a few low kicks to the legs to knock Terina back over. Just as Ivy is about to follow up, Terina reaches into one of her boots and pulls out an old lever-operated ink pen. With Ivy’s face inches away, wondering why the pen is out…
SPLAT!
*Not one to be outdone easily, Terina decides to utilize a counter-“mist” of her own—in the form of exploding a black ink pen in Ivy’s face. While some fans immediately boo, Terina, using the ropes as a form of help, gets up to her feet and hoists Ivy over her shoulders, falling to a sitting position with the Mako Driver and getting back up to her feet. Brushing her hair to the side and wiping a bit more of the mist off her face, Terina makes an enchanted sigh.*
Terina: Where’s your Kiss of Death now?
*Terina turns Ivy over and bends her knees upwards to some degree, hooking her legs in Ivy’s, grabbing her arms and falling back to apply the Bird’s Nest of Pain. Despite the fact that there are obviously no submissions, Terina loves what she is up to: as impractical as a submission hold is in a tables match, it inflicts pain and misery, and enraged in the match as she is, Terina finds only benefit in the move. As she shifts her weight and falls back to making it a bow and arrow, she begins to rock back and forth, Ivy wincing in the pain with the pungent black ink all about her contrastingly pale face and hair. The referee finds this frustrating, and motions for her to release the hold. She refuses, keeping it cinched in and smiling in a condescending manner as she shakes her head. At this point, the referee quite literally pulls her off, much to her chagrin, as some of the fans cheer.*
*With her fun over, Terina gets up, putting her hands on her hips and arguing with the referee. As she yells at him, she turns around and picks up the nearby table, setting it up not too far from a turnbuckle. With Ivy down, Terina leans over and picks her up, carrying her over to the table and setting her down on it, back on the table. Terina climbs the nearby turnbuckle, facing away, and just as she is about to jump off, hears some heckling from the stands from a rather angry looking guy. She begins to exchange words with him, yelling to him about this and that, completely oblivious to Ivy, who has gotten back to her feet. After wiping the gunk from her eyes, Ivy looks and notices Terina facing away from her, and quickly exits the ring, pulling out a garbage can and sliding into the ring with it. As Terina seems to just about be finished with her jawing, suddenly, everything goes black for her—Ivy has enveloped her from behind in the trash can, picking her and the can up and back suplexing the distracted woman within through the table, Terina in the can laying amongst the wreckage!*
DING DING DING!
Announcer: Here is your winner… "Sexually Suggestive" IVY ROSEPIIIIIINE !!
*"Hysteria" hits again and Ivy starts celebrating. Now that the match is officially over, Mysth appears at the end of the ramp and goes to the ring in order to congratulate his girlfriend. She asks him to get a microphone for her, which he does. As she wipes the blood from her face, Ivy Rosepine starts giving a speech.*
Ivy : I think it is pretty clear that this match just proved what everyone equiped with a brain already knew : I am the best Girl Next Door there is and there ever will be. With this victory, I definitely won' t allow ANYONE to doubt my skills or the fact that I am the most worthy of the title. Should it be the tomboy who tries to hide her lack of wrestling abilities with some so-called "hardcore" matches that prevent her from embarassing herself by trying to use, you know... wrestling moves. Should it be our lucky champ who' s strutting around as if she was the best female wrestler in history when it is clear that she wouldn' t even have made it to the second round of the tournament without interferences. Should it be the "Diva"-esque Tiffany who doesn' t even deserve that I waste my time trashing her. Hell, she does so by herself on a weekly basis...
*She pauses for a few seconds and turns to Terina. She then crouches to look at her face.*
Ivy : ...and especially, should it be you, Terina, who could never beat me, and never will you be able to do so... I won' t allow any of you to doubt me. *She grabs Terina' s hair* And Terina, I' m not done with you yet. All of this was merely a foreplay. The real wrestlegasm will come - and I do mean "come" - later...
*That being said, Ivy drops the microphone with a rather angry yet proud look and leaves the ring with Mysth, as they take their leave of the crowd. And we fade to commercials.*
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Post by Karvanda on Sept 29, 2007 14:03:17 GMT -5
*The ominous opening strains of Dropkick Murphys' "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" begin playing throught the EWT Arena. Immediately, the crowd focus their boos & jeers towards the DorfiToomitron as they know that a member of Team Ireland is about to appear. Coach O'Hare walks out, proudly waving the Tricolour. He points his Hurley back towards the entrance tunnel & "The Celtic Giant" makes his way out, clad in his wrestling tights & a large Team Ireland shirt. Malone & the Coach continue to ake their way on down to the ring.* Toni "The Garc" Garcya: The following contest is scheduled for one fall & it is for the EWT Toolshed Championship. Introducing first, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, from Galway, Ireland weighing in at 297lbs, he is "The Celtic Giant"... SHAAAAAAAANE... MAAAAAA~LOOOOONE!!!! *Team Ireland's familiar Green, White & Gold pyro explodes at the top of the ramp & O'Hare holds the Tricolour out as high as he can while using his other arm to show the flag in it's fullness. Malone raises his arms in the air & removes his Team Ireland shirt, tossing it out to the crowd where a few desperate fangirls scramble to get it. The Irish duo continue on towards the ring; Malone stepping over the top rope to get in. O'Hare remains outside but reaches under the ring, tossing an assortment of weapons into the ring (chairs, Singapore canes, trash cans. etc.), he also slides a table in.*
*Shastakovich’s “Symphony #5: Finale” plays over the speakers as, coming out to a good, welcoming pop, Voltigeur arrives onto the stage, bowing and heading down to the ring.*
Garcya: And introducing the champion, from Rotterdam, Netherlands, weighing in at 303 pounds…VOLTIGEUR!
Nick Russ: Good evening EWT fans, I'm Nick Russ. With me, as always, is my broadcast partner, Jerome "The Lord" East. This is a key match for, not only, Shane Malone, but Team Ireland as a whole.
Jerome "The Lord" East: Damn right, Nick. It's been too long since Team Ireland have done anything notewirthy here in EWT. They need to get back on the path to glory & step one in doing so is getting that... WHAT IS SHANE MALONE DOING?!
*Without waiting for Voltigeur to reach the ring, "The Celtic Giant" surprises his equally massive opponent by launching himself over the top rope. Shane comes crashing down on Voltigeur as Coach O'Hare stands in the ring in astonishment. The crowd are in a frenzy as the referee goes out to the floor to check on both men.*
Russ: WOW! We barely had time to introduce ourselves before Shane Malone took off like that! An unusual tactic from Shane Malone here, in the early going!
East: It's not often we see "The Celtic Giant" take to the air like that, but this is a high stakes match-up. This is another opportunity for Team Ireland to win some gold, that's something they haven't had in a long time! They may be the longest reigning EWT World Tag-Team Champions in history, but they've hardly seemed to be at the top of their game lately.
*Gradually, both giants get back to their feet. O'Hare leans over the top rope & hands Shane down a chair. Shane WHAFFLEZ Voltigeur with the weapon, but the medieval knight merely takes the chair shot & dares Shane to take another swing. Shane does so, but Voltigeur catches the chair before it connects with his head & forces it back in Shane's face. Shane stumbles back to the ring apron, surprised by the force with which Voltigeur swung the chair. With Shane's back against the ring apron, Voltigeur attempts another swing. Malone manages to roll aside & avoid another chair shot. Malone slides into the ring & Voltigeur follows. Coach O'Hare quickly scarpers outside the ring. Shane grabs one of the weapons that O'Hare threw into the ring before the start of the match, a trash can & crumples it over Voltigeur's head. Voltiguer shakes it off &, still clutching that chair, charges at Shane. Malone manages to get a boot up & kick the chair into Voltigeur's face. Voltigeur finally goes down & Malone attempts a cover...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! *Shane nearly gives an audible sigh. He stands again & attempts to drag Voltigeur back to his feet. Voltigeur elbows "The Celtic Giant" in the gut. Shane stumbles back a few steps & Voltigeur. Voltigeur rocks Shane with a massive European Uppercut & the Irishman staggers back further. Malone is leaning back against the ropes, Voltigeur charges at him & takes him over with a Cactus Clothesline. Both men get back to their feet again & continue slugging it out.*
Russ: Both men seem utterly indefatigable! This match could last for hours.
East: Well, Nick, Malone had to beat 5 other men in a brutal Scaffold Tables match to get a shot at Voltigeur. He's not going to give up just like that after such a hard-fought victory.
Russ: His Team Ireland team-mates interfered to help him win that match. He wasn't really fighting as hard as some of the other participants!
*Malone whips Voltigeur towards the guard rail & the rail can be seen to visibly shift after he does so. With Voltigeur momentarily incapacitated, Coach O'Hare suddenly develops a courageous streak. He holds a chair up in front of Voltigeur's chest & Shane grabs a sledgehammer out from under the ring. Shane charges at Voltigeur, aiming the maul of the sledgehammer squarely at the chair infront of the Finnish Giant's chest. Voltigeur regains his wherewithal & evades the attack. Malone strikes the chair, but it just goes flying harmlessly off into am empty section of the arena. Voltigeur slips behind Malone & smashes him in the back of the head with a forearm shot. Voltigeur focusses his attention on O'Hare now. He gives chase to the Coach around the ring. O'Hare slides up into the ring & then back out on the side where Malone rests. He runs past Malone & Voltigeur continues chasing him. Malone suddenly gets up & clobbers Voltigeur with a massive lariat! Malone & O'Hare both heft Voltigeur up & roll him into the ring. Malone sets up the table that O'Hare rolled into the ring earlier. After doing so he grabs Voltigeur & puts him in position for a Powerbomb (Voltigeur's head between Shane's legs). He tries to lift Voltigeur up, but Voltigeur resists.*
Russ: Can Shane Malone even lift Voltigeur up? Voltigeur has a slight weight advantage over Malone.
*Shane tries lifting Voltigeur again & once more, the Finnish Knight resists. Shane pounds & pounds on Voltigeur's back. Once he's satisified that Voltigeur is sufficiently weakened, Shane lifts Von Klaar up for the "Irish Car Bomb". Shane, with Voltigeur on his shoulders, runs towards the table! Voltigeur slips out...*
Russ: That was a lucky escape for Voltigeur! If he'd been Awesome-Bombed through that table we might well be looking at a new EWT Toolshed Champion.
*Voltigeur tries lifting Shane up for a backbreaker, but Malome counters the move. Clubbering at the the back of Voltigeur's head. Shane then takes Voltigeur down with a Russian Leg Sweep. He grabs a chair & places Voltigeur's knee in it. Shane gets up to the second rope & prepares to leap off!*
Russ: MALONE IS GOING TO BREAK VOLTIGEUR'S LEG!
East:He did some brutal things to get this match. He'll do some brutal things to win it!
*Voltigeur rolls away before Shane can jump from the ropes & removes the chair from his leg. Malone gets down from the ropes & waits behind Voltigeur. He grabs Voltigeur ina Full Nelson... "DRAGON SLAYER"?! NO!!! Voltigeur counters! He elbows Malone in the face. Shane is dizzificated! He wanders into a Tiger Backbreaker from Voltigeur. Voltigeur covers...* 1...
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KICKOUT!
*Coach O’Hare, watching closely from a short distance away, and keeping ready to save his big man if need be, decides to fall back a short distance as Voltigeur gets up and looks under the ring for a weapon to end the match. After a short search, his eyes light up and he pulls out a—LANCE?!*
Russ: What’s this?!
East: Did he bring a LANCE to the ring?
Russ: No way, I never saw it.
East: Either the Renaissance Fair is in town, or Voltigeur’s got some creative ideas in his pre-match time…
*Admiring the black wooden hand weapon, rounded at the head and relatively short (an 8 foot lance) as he swings it about like a baton. Turning around to face Shane Malone, he suddenly hears footsteps behind him. Doubling back around, Volt sees Coach O’Hare, caught in the midst of sneaking up on the Toolshed Champion, his Hurley lifted slightly above his head. In shock at being caught, O’Hare begs off as Voltigeur prepares his lance, ready to run down the Coach of Team Ireland. Unfortunately for Volt, “The Celtic Giant” has risen to his feet. Just behind Volt, Malone grabs the Champion and turns him around—with the element of surprise, Shane is easily able to lift his slightly heavier adversary, Gal-A-Way slamming him into the barricade, the Coach applauding him and cheering him on.*
East: Excellent teamwork!
Russ: Teamwork? This is un hombre a un hombre, Jerome!
*The two of Team Ireland decide to finally take advantage of their outnumbering force. With Voltigeur down, Shane Malone and Coach O’Hare begin to stomp away at the fallen Knight, foot after foot going all about Van Coheein’s body. Vainly attempting to cover up, the minor defense issued by his two arms offers little protection from his enemies. O’Hare begins to smack Voltigeur across the legs with his Hurley, to immobilize him as Malone continues his assault. Pleased with how the situation is running, O’Hare backs up near the ring and begins to relax.*
Russ: This is ridiculous! This has become a handicap match in the making!
East: Cool it, will ya? There’s nothing against this in the match. Besides, I didn’t hear you complaining when Voltigeur pulled a LANCE out from under the ring.
Russ: It would’ve been something if that Lance had been Hoyt! *elbow nudge*
East: …you’re dead weight, Nick.
*The huge Irishman, picking up the lance, places it around the neck of Voltigeur and begins to choke him rigorously, Volt’s tongue hanging out of his gaping maw as he tries to get the weapon out from around his neck. Shane simply forearm clubs him around the back and begins choking again, leaving the Dutchman immobilized and in tremendous pain. Malone drags Voltigeur over to a nearby barricade corner, hoisting him up a bit at leaving him slung half-unconscious. Malone doubles back and charges at full speed, avalanching Voltigeur and knocking him through the barricade!*
Russ: OUCH!
East: Voltigeur’s gonna be feeling that one in the morning.
*With Volt down on his back, Shane drags him back out, limp, and covers, hooking a leg as O’Hare begins to applaud as though he’s already won.*
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KICKOUT IN THE NICK OF TIME!
*Malone and O’Hare are shocked at this turn of events, as Voltigeur uses his last bit of energy to kick out of that one. Frustrated, the Coach issues a commandment to his larger partner in crime.*
O’Hare: Finish ‘em off, lad!
*Complying, Shane Malone picks Voltigeur up, locking an Iron Claw on the semi-unconscious Voltigeur’s face, preparing for the Giant’s Causeway. O’Hare nods his head, cheering on Shane as Shane turns away from him, slowly lifting Volt up and continuing the pressure of the hold.*
East: HAHA! THIS IS BEAUTIFUL!
Russ: Beautiful? If good looks could kill, Shane Malone of Team Ireland would cure AIDS and TB, all in one!
Russ: That’ll be the day…but TO-DAY is Shane’s day!
*Coming down from the entrance ramp like a bolt of lightning, Sigma ”G.Q” Williams rushes down from the Entrance ramp, some fans exploding with joy as he approaches from behind, turning Coach O’Hare around in shock and pushing him down as he takes the Hurley. O’Hare, downed, yells in warning to Shane Malone, “Watch Out, Shane! Behind ye!” and as Shane, lifting Voltigeur up, just about ready to complete the move, turns his head, a Hurley shot straight to the head conks out Shane, knocking him out on his feet with a sickening ‘Crack!’ Tossing the Hurley behind him—dropping just out of reach of O’Hare—and hopping over the barricade, proudly dusting his palms. Shane releases the grip, staggering back, as Voltigeur topples over him, into an awkward pinning predicament. Shrugging, the referee counts.*
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DING DING DING!
*Coach O’Hare is in shock, getting up and cursing aloud as the referee gets out of the ring and hands the Toolshed Championship over to Voltigeur, helping him up. “Symphony #5” begins to play over the speakers, as the confused fans cheer for Volt.*
Garcya: Here is your winner, and still EWT Toolshed Champion…VOLTIGEUR!
East: I can’t believe it! I can’t believe it!
Russ: Poetic justice, Jerome. Shane used his number advantage to get the #1 Contendership and nearly win this match, and the numbers caught up to him. I don’t think this is the end though, and if I know Coach O’Hare and Shane Malone, they’ll be right back at the doorstep of Voltigeur in no time…and if Sigma is there too, well, it isn’t going to be pretty.
*Holding the Toolshed Title up in the air, Voltigeur leaves the arena as Coach O’Hare tends to the fallen giant. Fade out.*
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Sigma: Current SRW Champ!
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Post by Sigma: Current SRW Champ! on Sept 29, 2007 14:54:50 GMT -5
Tony Schiavone: Ladies and Gentlemen it seems we have a little feud brewing between Team Ireland member Shane Malone and Sigma. Now, this all started back at The Skies the Limit II when Team Ireland interfered in the Scaffold Match and basically aided Shane Malone to the victory. Now Shane Malone a few moments ago had a shot at the Toolshed Championship. As you take a look at the replay, Shane Malone had the upper hand, but it was Sigma that came in and took Shane Malone out with Coach O’Hare’s Hurley. After that, Voltigeur fell on top of Shane Malone. The referee and Voltigeur saw nothing, the ref counts 1,2,3, and thus Voltigeur wins, retaining the Toolshed Championship. Coach O'hare had these words to say after that encounter.
Coach O'hare: SIGMA! You have no business interfering in my man's matches! Especially, when he had that knight beat for the Toolshed Title! I swear to you, you will feel his wrath. He will pay you back, and you can count on it!
Jesse Ventura: Well, Coach O'hare has a valid point; Shane Malone had the Toolshed Championship won. However, Sigma was also right in getting back at Shane Malone and Team Ireland for costing him that match. I’ll be honest, if Team Ireland didn’t interfere; Sigma would more than likely won that match. But, what’s done is done, and it seems that we got the makings of a great feud.
Tony Schiavone: And now let’s get to Gary Michael Capetta.
(Electric Avenue by Eddy Grant plays, crowd cheers)
Gary Michael Capetta: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next contest is set for one fall. Making his way towards the ring, from Jeffersonville, Indiana and weighing in at 253 pounds. Ronnie L. Cordova.
Tony Schiavone: Ronnie Cordova hasn’t done too well so far in EWT when it comes to tough opponents like Sigma.
Jesse Ventura: Well, if he would quit with the Disco Roller Skating stuff, he might actually win a match or two. But, even with his opponent tonight, he doesn’t stand a chance.
(Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode plays, crowd boos viciously)
Gary Michael Capetta: And his opponent, soon to be making his way towards the ring area. From Tacoma, Washington, he weighs in tonight at 266 pounds. Sigma “G.Q.” Williams.
Tony Schiavone: The crowd doesn’t like Sigma whatsoever.
Jesse Ventura: Just because he’s better than the rest of the people in the crowd? Well, he’s out there busting his butt. So, he does have that right. And now we get to hear him talk.
Sigma: My flock, I assure you that my victim here tonight will suffer the same fate like those 45’s, 33’s LP’s and other assorted malevolent dance garbage that got demolished and exploded at Disco Demolition Night nearly 30 years ago. You will be destroyed, Mr. Cordova.
(Bell rings)
Tony Schiavone: Ok, bell sounds and we are underway with this encounter.
Ronnie does some Disco dance move on roller-skates to get near Sigma, but Sigma catches him with a wicked clothesline. Ronnie falls flat on his back and Sigma just lays the boots to poor Ronnie.
Tony Schiavone: Did you see that wicked clothesline done to Ronnie Cordova by Sigma. He just leveled Ronnie.
Jesse Ventura. Ronnie was showboating and Sigma gave him a big reminder that this isn’t a disco dance hall, but a wrestling ring and that he should be wrestling.
After stomping Ronnie Cordova’s head into the canvas, Sigma pulls his up and gives him a power slam. He then proceeds to work on Ronnie’s arm with a classic Arm bar.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma now working on Ronnie’s arm. Taking away a big part of Ronnie’s arsenal in that of his power game.
Jesse Ventura: Further cementing what I’ve been preaching all along about Sigma. He is one of the smartest wrestlers to come down the pike and is proving it from going seamlessly from a power game to a technical one.
Tony Schiavone: You can see him really wrenching on that arm. He then lets it go and pulls up Ronnie from the mat.
Sigma pulls up Ronnie and puts Ronnie’s weakened right arm behind his own back and slams him on it. Ronnie is wincing in pain. Sigma then pulls him up and delivers a Shoulder-breaker to the right arm.
Tony Schiavone: You’re right Jesse. Sigma is seamlessly going from all of the power moves that he did in the past to the technical game, just wearing this man out.
Jesse Ventura: It’s about time that I’m rubbing off on you. You’ll be smart enough to figure everything out soon.
Sigma continues to wrench and wrench on Ronnie’s arm, he then pulls him up and whips him into the ropes. Ronnie ducks a clothesline and hits Sigma with a flying body press.
Tony Schiavone: Ronnie hits a flying body press, and has gotten Sigma covered. Ref: 1…, 2………..NO!
Sigma kicks out of the pinning predicament and begins to get agitated. He goes to the ropes, and gives Ronnie a “Crack Him in Da Mouth” Ronnie is hurt. Sigma then locks in the hammerlock and Crippler Cross face for the G.Q. Stretch.
Tony Schiavone: That’s the G.Q. Stretch. Sigma has that puppy cinched on.
Jesse Ventura: Ronnie Cordova wishes he were back at the roller rink right now. He may wind up losing yet another match.
Just as Jesse Ventura said that, Coach O’Hare and Shane Malone arrive at ringside. While O’Hare distracts the referee, Malone takes the Hurley and blasts Sigma upside the head with it. Sigma goes down, and pulls Ronnie Cordova on top of him.
Tony Schiavone: That’s Coach O’Hare and Shane Malone! They are heading towards the ring looking for revenge on Sigma.
Jesse Ventura: I wouldn’t doubt that for a second. Coach O’Hare has got the referee distracted and Shane’s got the Hurley.
Tony Schiavone: He just blasted Sigma with that Hurley. Sigma is out, and now he’s pulling Ronnie Cordova on top of Sigma.
Jesse Ventura: And the referee saw none of this. Now the referee goes to make the count.
Ref: 1………….2………………..3!
(Bell rings, crowd cheers)
Gary Michael Capetta: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner of this contest. Ronnie Cordova!
Tony Schiavone: Ronnie Cordova gets the duke and Sigma is left lying in the center of the ring.
Jesse Ventura: This may be a tainted win for Ronnie Cordova, but this is one of the few wins he has. As we go to the replay right now. (Electric Avenue plays) Here you see Ronnie ducking the clothesline, and hitting a picturesque flying body press. Now he’s locked in the G.Q. Stretch, but Shane Malone comes in and blasts Sigma with the Hurley, gets pulled on top of Sigma. Ref sees none of this. He gets the 1, 2, and 3. Your winner, Ronnie Cordova.
Sigma: MALONE! THIS ISN’T THE END. YOU WON’T ESCAPE MY WRATH!
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The Line
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Post by The Line on Sept 30, 2007 18:35:40 GMT -5
Jonathan Doe is in his locker room, taping up his wrists, when Andy Duke walks in with Alexa King.
Duke: Hey, Jonathan. Just wanted to make sure everything's ok still. I still can't get over how mad you were after your last match.
Doe: Nah, it was just intensity. You should know first hand that I don't get myself into anything unless I plan on winning, and come October 31st, this bet, and the prize will be mine.
Duke: About that...I was thinking, there's a PPV November 4th. I'm sure you know that. So I was thinking, lets take all speculation out of this bet. Lets elimate Alexa as a judge(he looks at Alexa), no offence, and have, for one night only, a one-on-one match to determine who the better man is. So, you game on extending it 'til the 4th?
Doe: I...I really like the way that sounds. I gladly accept.
They shake hands, and we fade to black.
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TJT
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Post by TJT on Sept 30, 2007 19:52:02 GMT -5
*The opening strains of "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" start up & the fans give a belligerent welcome to Team Ireland. As the team walk out at the upbeat of the song, they ignore the fans. Aidan stands with a Tricolour over his head, looking down, Sean wears a Team Ireland shirt & makes a "title belt" gesture around his waist, O'Hare is clad in jeans, a Team Ireland shirt with a leather jacket worn over it & a tweed flat-cap; as always, he carries his Tricolour wrapped Hurley over his shoulder. The team advance down the ramp; Aidan clutching the corners of the Tricolour in his hands, yet keeping it over his head.*
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall & it is for the EWT World Tag-Team Championship, introducing first the challengers, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, weighing in at a total combined weight of 396lbs proudly representing their home country of Ireland, "The Don Juan of Donegal" Sean McCann & Captain Aidan Donnelly... TEAM IRELAND!
*Team Ireland's Green, White & Gold pyro explodes at the top of the ramp as O'Hare hoists the Hurley high, Sean raises his arms over his head & Aidan holds his arms out, displaying the Tricolour behind his head (like Kurt Angle does). Aidan then brings the Tricolour down around his shoulders before continuing on to the ring. Once inside, Aidan rolls the flag up & places it over a turnbuckle, before climbing to the top rope & making a "title belt" around his waist. Sean also climbs the ropes & makes the "belt" gesture. O'Hare stands in the middle of the ring waving the Tricolour as "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" fades out...*
Announcer: And their opponents, the EWT World Tag Team Champions…
*Metallica’s “Ride the Lightning” explodes over the speakers as the glimmering limousine rolls out onto the stage, as the crowd breaks into boos. The doors swing open, TJT proudly stalking out and onto the stage, Terina between Jimmy and Jason as they advance down to the ring.*
Announcer: From San Diego, California, being accompanied by Terina and weighing in at 456 pounds, T…J…T!
*As they get into the ring with their time-tested entrance, keeping their distance from Team Ireland with an air of caution, Thunder and Jupiter take off their tag belts and gear and lift them high up for everyone to “marvel at,” receiving even louder boos. Once their music dies down and they hand off their stuff to the referee, who gingerly places it on a nearby announce table, all wrestlers signify that they’re ready, and the bell rings as McCann and Jupiter take their places at outside corners (and the respective managers wait outside the ring).*
*Thunder, stretching his arms a bit, looks down on his shorter opponent, the former tag champion having a glint in his eye looking as if to say "You've got to be kidding me..." as Thunder goes for an early lariat. Fortunately for Aidan, his speed allows him to escape from it without a scratch, ducking under and placing Jimmy in a hammerlock from behind. Thunder blindly kicks backwards, but Aidan dodges, lifting up and tightening his hold on Thunder's dark right arm. Once again, Thunder goes for a blind kick, but this time Aidan lets go of the hammerlock, dodging the kick and rolling Thunder up.*
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2!
*Thunder kicks out relatively easily, but being a bit frustrated, slaps the mat with his right hand. As he gets up, he attempts to corner Aidan, forcing him into a corner and elbowing Donnelly a few times in the side of the head. As he tries to whip Aidan into the opposite corner, the Team Captain of Team Ireland holds onto the ropes of the corner, doing his best not to get tossed across the ring by his much larger adversary. With a powerful kick, Aidan Donnelly smashes Jimmy Thunder across the face, sending him staggering back as he climbs the turnbuckle close behind for a leaping reverse DDT. Although he grabs a hold of Thunder, the brawn of TJT places both of his arms under Aidan, causing Thunder to fall back with Donnelly in a position akin to a sidewalk slam. Thunder gets back up, rubbing the back of his head as he picks up Donnelly, tagging Jason Jupiter in as well. Setting Aidan up in starting positioning for the Deal Breaker, Jim motions to Jason, who climbs an adjacent neutral turnbuckle. With the referee facing Thunder and Donnelly, and Jupiter having his back turned to Sean McCann and Coach O'Hare, the Coach whispers to McCann, who quickly climbs up the apron and runs like a cheetah over to Jupiter. Though Terina sees this clearly, as soon as she warningly points along with Thunder over to Jason Jupiter, McCann knocks Jason off with a clothesline, taking a short dive off the apron, hidden from the turning referee. With Jupiter fallen on the outside, Terina immediately goes to check on his state as Coach O'Hare looks over at the crawling Sean McCann, still hidden from with referee, and gives a chuckle.*
*Jimmy decides it's time to take advantage of this severe setback, keeping the surfboard stretch locked in. Unfortunately for him, the referee forces him to let go and retreat to his corner. Next, the referee looks over to the recovering Jupiter as he gets up and slides into the ring on a 4 count. Terina returns to her spot, but not before giving him a short-albeit stern-talking to. Just as Jason gets into the ring on his hands and knees, Aidan, who has gotten up as well, runs straight at him with a low front dropkick, forcing Jason Jupiter backwards and onto his back. Racing to Team Ireland's corner, the Team Captain tags in his more sprightly partner, Sean McCann, who, fresh from his takedown of Jason Jupiter, rushes in. Jason gets up, and a bolting McCann jumps up at him, locking on a front face lock and spinning around for a textbook tornado DDT-until Jason spins back around, and lifting Sean McCann up a bit, falls back with a Northern Lights suplex, bridging and holding in a pin. The ref quickly slides over and begins to count.*
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KICKOUT!!!
*McCann just narrowly manages to evade the pinfall attempt. Coach O'Hare is not a bit happy about Sean nearly losing the match for his team & is being most vocal about it. Jupiter brings Sean back to his feet again & attempts a suplex, but Sean manages to reverse the move into a DDT. Sean is able to roll over into a cover...*
1...
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KICKOUT!!!
*This time Terina is the one voicing her displeasure over Jupiter's near loss of the Tag-Team Titles. Jupiter gets back to his feet as does Sean. Jason Irish whips Sean towards the ropes & goes for a Back Body Drop. But Sean sees what Jason is planning & stops just before he reaches the point where Jason is bent over. Sean then cracks Jason in the face with a kick & runs the ropes himself. While Jason is staggering about holding his face Sean jumps on his shoulders & snaps off a Frankensteiner. Jupiter is down, but McCann hasn't finished yet from the looks of things. He motions to & then climbs the nearest ring-post. He seems to be going for the "Dublin Stomp". But Jason rolls aside. Sean lands on his feet & Jason takes him down with a "Solar Buster". Before Jason can go for a cover Aidan runs in & kicks him in the side of the head. Aidan continues stomping & kicking at Jupiter until Thunder also enters the fray & floors Aidan with a "Thunderbolt"! Jimmy drags Jason over & places him on top of Sean then orders the referee to count. The ref orders Thunder to get out of the ring first. As the ref argues with Thunder, Coach O'Hare sneaks in & drags a still groggy Jason off Sean's prone body, then places Sean on top. He scurries out again just as the ref turns around from his argument with Thunder. Seeing Sean on top of Jason the ref counts...*
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SHOULDER UP!
*Of course with Sean still a little more out of it than Jason, that was inevitable. Jason gets Sean up to his feet again & whips him toward the TJT corner. Jason makes the tag to Thunder & brings Sean out mid-ring. TJT hit Sean with "Berring Niner-Niner" & Thunder goes for the pin on Sean...*
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AIDAN BREAKS IT UP!
*The ref forces Aidan back to the Team Ireland corner, but not before Aidan gives Thunder another boot to the back of the head. Thunder picks a weary Sean up off the mat & holds him up in a suplex for loooooooooooooooooong time before dropping back to the mat. Thunder takes the opportunity to mock Sean, slapping him lightly in the face. He picks Sean up over his shoulder & gives him the "Snake Eyes" right in the Team Ireland corner. He attempts to give Sean a Pendulum Backbreaker, but Sean escapes, rolls to his own corner & tags Aidan. Aidan is all fired up, he's been waiting for a break in the match. He downs Thunder with a Dropkick. Jupiter runs in & also gets a dropkick for his troubles. Aidan focusses on Thunder again. He rocks the larger member of TJT with a series of European Uppercuts. Thunder is standing, slightly dazed in the middle of the ring. Aidan runs the ropes & takes Thunder over with a running neckbreaker. The crowd actually seems to be responding positively to the actions of the Team Ireland Captain. He waits for Thunder to get back to his feet. Outside the ring, O'Hare passes his hurley to Sean, then O'Hare gets up on the apron, yelling at the referee. As Thunder gets back to a vertical stance again Sean tosses the Hurley to Aidan. Before Aidan can swing the Hurley at Thunder, Terina sneaks in & low-blows him! Aidan is reeling after that shot to his nuts! He drops the Hurley & falls down to his knees. O'Hare, seeing that his distraction of the ref failed ceases his ingress. Aidan is trying to stand up again. He's doubled over in pain. Thunder clobbers Aidan with a Lariat. Thunder swiftly makes the tag to Jupiter.*
*Jupiter picks up a dazed Aidan & tries to take him over with a Suplex, Aidan manages to counter with a suplex of his own... & another... He follows up with a Brainbuster completing the "Triqueta". Aidan doesn't go for a cover yet. He picks Jupiter up & gives him a Finlay Roll. Aidan moves quickly & fluidly to climb to the top rope where he executes a Moonsault! He has Jupiter down...*
1...
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KICKOUT!
*Aidan can't believe it. He drags Jupiter back to his feet & stands behind him, holding Jupiter's arms behind his back. Aidan moves towards the same ringpost he just leaped off & holds Jupiter's arms in position for a Tiger Suplex. Aidan starts climbing the turnbuckles, but Jupiter forces himself backwards, crushing Aidan between his body & the turnbuckles! He does it again... & again. Aidan slumps to the mat, winded. Jupiter gives Aidan 10 Stomps of Pain, then locks in a Single Leg Crab, dragging Aidan to the middle of the ring.*
*Aidan, holding on against the pressure of the hold, prepares for the last few seconds before he is forced to tap out, groaning in pain. He calls for Sean, who leaps into the ring. Jimmy gets into the ring, going for a high-speed Thunderbolt at Sean, but the fleet member of Team Ireland leaps into the air, clearing Thunder easily. Jimmy goes flying through the ropes and to the outside, landing onto the floor with a thud. Turning his attention back to Donnelly and Jupiter, McCann runs forward, breaking up the hold with a barrage of stomps. Jason, still winded from earlier, puts up little resistance. The referee counts to a “ONE!” warning Sean to leave soon, but he helps Aidan up. Tired, Aidan slowly gets up at a “TWO!” and turns to face Sean. The two nod at one another, putting Jason Jupiter up on the top turnbuckle as the ref reaches a “THREE!” Both men face Jason, signaling….AER LINGUS!? The two are about to jump off as Terina climbs back onto the apron and distracts the ref once more, which is just enough time for Jimmy Thunder to get back into the ring and scale the turnbuckle behind both Team Ireland men. Blocking their leap, the two turn to face him, throwing punches at him and knocking him off balance as he topples back down to the mat. Jason Jupiter, realizing that there is absolutely no time to waste, pushes Sean off the turnbuckle and onto the floor, knocking him out of commission as O’Hare yells with a “NOOOOO! REF DO YOUR JOB!” The referee turns back around as Terina drops from the apron with a sly grin. Thunder rolls out of the ring. Jason and Aidan battle at the top turnbuckle, punches going back and forth. Aidan gains momentum, setting Jason up for the Guinness Hangover! Unbeknownst to the referee, Terina kicks the middle rope extremely hard. Although he doesn’t notice it, it is enough to cause Aidan to lose his balance and let go of Jason in order to tend to himself and stay up. Taking final advantage, Jason grabs Aidan in a front facelock, calling Jimmy back in. Jim slides in, pulling Aidan off the turnbuckle and helping Jason down. Everyone knows what is next. Jimmy sets Aidan up for a crucifix Powerbomb and Jason gets in front of him, getting ready to hit Thunder has Struck to Jupiter and…*
NO!
*Sean McCann is miraculously back up, and launches himself over the top rope behind Jimmy and Jason, knocking Jimmy over from the side. Aidan crashes to the mat, slowly getting up, but the referee sternly orders both Sean and Jim out of the ring, or BOTH of them are going to get disqualified. Terina pulls Thunder out of the ring. Sean furiously abandons the ring, watching closely on the outside. Still facing Sean, the referee is once AGAIN oblivious to TJT’s tactics. As Team Ireland’s Captain gets to his feet, Jason Jupiter pulls something out of his pants, clutched in a fist and hard to see.*
*Aidan has a sudden flashback, from months and months earlier during Team Ireland’s reign:
*McCann and Jupiter, down moments earlier, are both rising to their feet. As they are doing this though, Terina distracts the rather "lonely" ref, who seems more interested in looking at her than waving her off. With the opening, Thunder leans over the top rope, and with his foreign object, hands it off to Jason. Stunned, Jupiter places it on his right hand and colcocks the staggering Sean McCann right in the forhead, drawing a bit of blood. However, seeing Thunder in the corner of his eye, the ref turned around to send him away. Oblivious to him, Jupiter had hit Sean McCann, albeit, right in front of the ref.**
*Hoping that the referee will see it in a split second, Aidan vainly lifts his arms, but he is too late; with a sickening thump, brass knuckles slam into his skull, dropping him. Slipping the knucks back into his pants, Jason Jupiter covers the fallen former champ and the referee, turning around moments later, counts…*
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3!
DING DING DING!
*”Ride the Lightning” picks back up over the speakers as Jason receives the tag titles and rolls out the ring triumphantly, meeting back up at the ramp with his disheveled partner Jimmy and Terina, who looks happier than ever as she escorts her champions back up the ramp, the three celebrating as the crowd begins to boo heavily. After they reach the stage, the camera cuts back to an enraged Sean McCann and Coach O’Hare helping the fallen Captain back up to his feet, fading out…*
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Post by Mella Drom Attoc on Sept 30, 2007 20:10:59 GMT -5
*Back from commercial, the EWT viewing audience is graciously allowed back into the locker room of the only members of the EWT roster that are household names... Coming Attraction Production. Within the mansion-esque locker room, we see Lull Songstra pouring honey into a solid gold mug.*
Lull: Ah twill be refreshing.
*Nearby Cruis is just standing there, wearing some form of signer clothing that is most likely expensive, as he just watches the rather eccentric musical artiste that is Lull pouring away, a bit of a confused look on his face.*
Cruis: You have a strange sense of taste don't you?
Lull: *Still pouring it in* My good friend, this is perfect for the throat! Especially after singing in a musical in the voice of a goat.
Cruis: .... A goat? Man... that must've been one crazy musical.
Lull: Billy Goats Gruff the Musical... Don't know what I was thinking....acle.
Cruis: Isn't that the musical where that one idiot offed himself while watching it? I remember hearing something like that on the news...
Lull: Everybody's a critic, no? And to think that fool's family is going to sue now.
Cruis: Pathetic commoners... always thinking they deserve some money. Who do they think they are... me?
Lull: Hardly anyone comes close to your greatness, good sir.
Cruis: *nodding* Well of course not. Otherwise they'd be ridiculously wealthy and famous.
Lull: *coughing* Can't have that. *He raises the glass to his mouth and begins to drink.*
*Cruis sits down in a nearby chair and leans back, arms folded, as he thinks to himself, which is quite rare for the man, since usually Zed does all the thinking.*
Cruis: I can't believe that whole gauntlet thing got called off... what a rip.
Lull: *Obviously lying through his teeth* And I can't believe that Shoedie-ah got an impostor to play as me! I mean that person looked nothing like me!
Cruis: Oh yeah, I saw that. Not that I really care about some silver haired ghoul like them, but yeah, can't believe they beat up you...r impostor
*The platinum blonde musical theatre actor just sips loudly instead of speaking.*
Cruis: How exactly do you drink honey anyway?
Lull: With tea.
Cruis: Oh yeah... I never cared for that English crap.
Lull: ... *More loud sips*
Just in time to break the awkward silence, Zed suddenly bursts into the room, a big trademark grin on his annoying little face.
Pine: Fellas, have I got the finisher for you or what?!
Lull: A new finale for my new show?
Pine: Ummm, no. By the way Lully, I couldn't get ya that inflatable peacock you wanted for that musical. Some guy beat me to it on ol eBay, blasted CW Wings...
Lull: Oh! Nothing is going my way! The gaunt is gone, my musical is canceled, and I los.... THAT IMPOSTOR lost to Dieway.
Pine: Not all is lost Lullington, I did manage to get something close to it, An inflatable parrot!
Lull: Does it talk?
Pine: Erm.... I'm not exactly sure.
Cruis: Ummm, so yeah, back to the whole finisher thing?
Lull: Yes... That...
Pine: Oh, of course. Well ya see, I was watching this team that seemed to have time traveled from the 1950's or so in that whole *loud bleep* You know, that first company I tried to get you guys signed with?
Lull: That 'entertainment' of sports business?
Cruis: Oh yeah. They wanted me to come in alone and put me over that guy with the tattoos. I would've accepted... if they hadn't told me I wasn't gonna get a title. How fair is that... the hack David Arquette got one... and I'm twice the actor he is!
Pine: Believe me, I fought hard for ya Timmy.
Lull: ...What about me, Zed?
Pine: Anyway, back to the whole finisher thing. Yeah, these time travelers... basically, they hold a guy up and get this... KICK HIM IN THE FACE.
Lull: I like this! How about we get a name like 'Boot in the kiss'!
Pine: Naw naw... we can't just rip em off. I mean, we COULD, but I was thinking we could improve on it
Lull: *In his man-bimbo glory* How?
Pine: Lull, you hold him still and Cruis... you could punch em in the face!
Cruis: Nah... that sounds like too much work. How about I hold them still and Lull punches em?
Lull: But my punches aren't as strong as my kicks.
Pine: Alright fine. Cruis holds em and Lull kicks em in the groin!
Cruis: I am not holding somebody's groin...
Lull: *Brief moment of clarity* Isn't that against the rules?
Pine: Huh? Oh yeah... your right. How about this then. Cruis holds em... not by the groin, then Lull kicks em in the ass!
*Lull stares blankly at Zed then looks over at Cruis.*
Cruis: *muttering to himself* Geez... how'd this guy ever make any money? *aloud* Ummm, nah. Let's try something else
Pine: How about this. Cruis, you yell to the top of the heavens, as Lull slowly rises up, letting out a loud primal yell, running over and getting in your opponents face, singing your intentions to hurt them, as we play a loud booming thunder effect in the background, set off a few pyroes as Lull brings his foot back, then KICKS EM IN THE NOSE! We'll also dub in an explosion to make it come off as even more effective.
Lull: ...I don't do voice overs! You know that!
Pine: Oh yeah... I almost forgot. How about we have Cruis hold em down and you jump on em like a trampoline...
Cruis: *interrupting* Let's just have Lull use one of those.... dropping kick things.
Lull: I could do that!
Pine: Perfect. Glad I thought of it. Alright fellas, we'll have Cruis hold em down and Lull can droppin kick their... leg.!
Lull: I like it! Has a certain... 'it'!
Cruis: Yeah, I'm cool with that.
Pine: Well then, it's settled! CAP has new fantabulous little finishing maneuver!
Lull: Let us rejoice then! We could go to Fin...land.
Pine: Why not... we're not booked anyway. Oh and we should probably stop at the hospital and check on Mella... poor girl. It's such a shame she's suffering from that blasted common cold! She can barely talk without coughing!
Lull: Thank you, Zed, for allowing us the time to grieve while she's gone. I've barely left her side... Other than a few rides... And such.
Cruis: Yeah, it's a shame. Those colds are nasty... I remember had one that time. Man it sucked...
Lull: With that, I should return to her side!
Pine: Alrighty then Lully. You do that and give the maiden our regards.
Cruis: Yeah... what he said.
Lull: Will do! Gentlemen, adieu!
*Cruis waves Lull off kinda half heartedly, as he reaches down for a magazine, holding it up and reading it boredly, as Zed grins still, waving to Lull as well. Lull throws on a glorious velvet robe and walks out dramatically.*
Cruis: So... an Inflatable parrot?
Pine: Yep.
Cruis: Huh...
*And scene.*
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