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Post by Koda, Master Crunchyroller on Sept 30, 2007 23:02:41 GMT -5
* Bagpipes begin playing *
Lillian: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team match. Introducing first, the team of Kevin and Teddy Graham, the Celts in Kilts!
The Scots make their way down to the ring to a fairly decent crowd response. They slide into the ring and pump themselves up for their match.
Lillian: And their opponents, the team of Jesse "The Body" Ventura and Adrian Adonis!
The crowd goes wild for the legends.
Teddy starts the match off with Adrian as the ref calls for the bell. The two lock up and Teddy pushes Adrian into the ropes. On the way back, Adrian knocks Teddy down with a shoulder block. Adrian drops an elbow onto Teddy and then lifts him up for a suplex. Teddy floats over and lands a release german suplex onto Adrian. Teddy combat rolls over to Kevin and tags him in.
Kevin grabs Adrian up and levels him with a short arm clothesline. Kevin scope slams Adrian and signals for Teddy to go up top. Teddy gets to the top rope and hits a flying seated senton onto the laid out Adrian. Teddy gets up slowly in pain, holding his groin area and rolls out of the ring. Kevin goes to grab Adrian, but Adrian surprises Kevin with a small package!
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Adrian hurries over to Jesse and tags him in. Jesse takes Kevin out with a running forearm, and then comes back around and hits another one. Ventura lifts Kevin to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Kevin counters Ventura on the way back, and hits him with a running STO. Kevin tags in Teddy.
Teddy whips Ventura into a corner an hits him with a stinger splash. As Ventura stumbles out of the corner, Teddy hits him with a drop toe hold and applies a STF in the middle of the ring. Adrian breaks up the hold just in time. Teddy goes to lift Ventura up, but Ventura breaks free and unleashes strikes onto Teddy. As Teddy stumbles and tries to catch his balance, Ventura bounces off the ropes and hits Teddy with a Lou Thez Press.
Ventura takes Teddy to his corner and tags in Adrian. Ventura whips Teddy into the ropes and hits him with a clothesline, as Adiran sticks his knee out, driving Teddy's back onto Adrian's knee. Adrian goes for a pin.
One!
Two!
Kevin breaks the pin up.
The ref directs Kevin back onto the apron. Teddy is pulled to his feet as Adrian bounces off the ropes. Teddy hits Adrian with a stiff superkick to the face. Teddy follows up with a shining wizard and a standing shooting star press. Teddy goes for a pin.
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Teddy lifts Adrian to his feet, when Titan runs down to the ring from the backstage. Titan pulls Kevin off of the ring apron. This causes Kevin to turn around to face him, and Teddy takes his attention off of Adrian to yell at Titan. Titan turns and runs back up the stage, and Kevin gives chase. When Titan leads Kevin backstage, out of the ref's view, Houston springs out of nowhere and levels Kevin with a big boot.
Back in the ring, Teddy looks at the stage in confusion. When he turns around, Adrian hits his DDT! Adrian goes for a pin.
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Teddy gets to his feet slowly as Adrian bounces off the ropes. Teddy catches Adrian and hits him with a sitdown spinebuster. Teddy regains his breath as Adrian rolls over to his corner and tags in Ventura. Ventura whips Teddy into the ropes, but Teddy hits a spinning elbow on the way back. Teddy kips up and stalks Ventura.
Teddy hits Ventura with an enzugiri and then an elbow drop to the back of Ventura. Teddy goes for a pin.
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Ventura out muscles Teddy and slowly crawls to his corner. Ventura tags in Adrian, who begins stalking Teddy. Adrian locks in the Goodnight, Irene! Teddy begins struggling for air. It looks as if Teddy is about to tap out, when he is able to pull himself within an inch of the bottom rope. Teddy extends his hand as far as he can, but it isn't enough. Teddy's strength begins to weaver and he almost passes out. Teddy finally gives in and goes limp. The ref goes for the 3 count.
He lifts his arm up once.
ONE!
He lifts it up twice.
TWO!
He lifts it up the third time.
THRE-
Teddy stops his arm at the last second and rallies strength into it. He pulls himself to the bottom rope and breaks the sleeper. Adrian goes back to his corner, and tags in Ventura, having nothing else to throw at him.
Ventura whips Teddy into the ropes and nails him with a powerslam.
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Teddy finds enough strength to kick out. Ventura whips Teddy into the corner and charges at him. Teddy hits Ventura with a boot the the head and whips him into the opposite corner. Teddy hits Ventura with a flying knee to the gut and then a running bulldog to The Body. Teddy goes up top and waits for Ventura to get up. Teddy goes flying at Ventura, attempting a cross body, but Ventura catches him! The fans go wild, they know what this means. Ventura hits the Body Breaker! Ventura goes for a pin.
One!
Two!
Three!
The crowd goes wild!
Lillian: Here are your winners, the team of Jesse "The Body" Ventura, and Adrian Adonis!
Ventura and Adrian hug each other in the ring and begin celebrating as we go backstage, and see Kevin Graham in a pool of his own blood. Houston begins tea bagging Kevin , when Titan lifts Kevin's head up by his hair.
Titan: How do you like being tea bagged? You'll find that this is just a taste of how Team Domination works.
Titan looks at the camera.
Titan: And Teddy, you're next!
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Post by thecursedone on Oct 1, 2007 1:56:09 GMT -5
* The dramatic sound of the Divine Comedy's "Sweden" play in the EWT Arena & the crowd cheers in anticipation of Liam O'Neill's entrance. Liam rather gingerly steps out on the entrance ramp, Mahavir Abha & Jasmyne close behind him. Mahavir gives Liam a slight shove & encourages him to go on to the ring.* Toni "The Garc" Garcya: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, being accompanied by Mahavir Abha & Jasmyne, from Cork, Ireland, weighing in at 209lbs... LIAM... O... NEEEEEIIILLL!!! *Liam immediately turns around to head up the ramp again as soon as he hears his name. Knowing who his opponent is, nobody could really blame him. But Mahavir catches the crazed Irishman & turns him back around in the direction of the ring. Mahavir grabs Liam by the shoulders & tries to get him psyched up. He keeps filling Liam's head with confidence until O'Neill finally gets in the ring. Once Liam is inside, Mahavir & Jasmyne give him a bit of applause. Liam awkwardly climbs up a ringpost & raises a single fist in the air as his friends & the audience continue to clap & cheer for him. Liam steps back down & talks with Mahavir & Jasmyne on the apron. Jasmyne gives Liam a slight peck on the cheek, before she & Mahavir depart from ringside. Liam seems more confident than he ever has this past year... Until...* “Dead men tell no tales....” *The sound of thunder peals across the sound system as the lights instantly black out. A single spot light focuses on the Toomitron, but everyone is quick to notice that Crow has not appeared in his usual place. Confusion fills the arena as the spotlight goes out and the lights come back to life. Gasps are heard as the ring is now visible, with the ghostly pirate standing on the middle of the top rope in front of Liam.* Toni "The Garc" Garcya: And from the Depths of the Caribbean, weighing in at 277 lbs... FERHAGO CROW! *Ominously Crow stands, staring down at Liam as if to search for weaknesses. He steps off the ropes with on foot in order to step down to the mat. But Liam goes to make the first move before the match is underway! He grabs the ropes that Crow is perched upon then pulls them forward. As the body of Crow goes flying forward, the referee calls for the bell. Before Liam can start to work on his otherworldly opponent, Crow rolls with the fall to his knees. He pops up from across the ring and casts a bewildered glare at Liam. The ex-Team Ireland member gives back a nervous smile.* *Sensing his chance to catch Crow off guard, Liam rushes toward his opponent. But he's surprised by a vicious Drop Kick from the big man. With O'Neill down Crow resorts to burying his fists into the face of Liam. Popping back up to his feet, Crow takes a few steps back and lands a Front Flip Legdrop on the downed O'Neill. The referee downs down to do a pin but is shocked to see that Liam has his shoulder up. Not only that he actually has Crow in an odd sort of Leglock! The pirate attempts to kick him away with his free leg but Liam dodges it! Using all of his might Liam rolls Crow to his stomach while holding the lock. The undead pirate briefly tries in vain to kick out of the lock that has him grounded in unfamiliar territory but it does no good. Liam has the hold in well. But he lets go! *The pirate quickly pushes himself up but is stomped down quickly by Liam. In the blink of an eye, he has crosses the legs of Crow and places a clamp upon them using his own left leg. He stands, while still holding the pirate in the lock, and waves to the crowd sparking a fair bit of reception from the crowd. This lasts a very short amount of time as Ferhago pushes himself off the ground with just his arms. Yet this would appear like it's placing more torque upon Crow's legs and lower back rather than helping him. However, Liam's grip is appearing to be slipping. He tries to clamp on more pressure to keep the big man down. But to no avail! Liam is catapulted forward from the sheer force and power in Crow's legs. As Liam bounces off the ropes, Crow rolls forward to his knees and turns quickly to meet the rebounding Liam. O'Neill runs right into the infamous strength of Crow and is thrown in the air with Lowe's Fancy in mind.* *Liam tumbles in the air before falling back down to the ground, all the while Crow watches him like a vulture. But as Crow leaps, Liam adjusts in midair. The Irish lad catches Crow by surprise by a Cross Body Splash that floors him. The referee quickly drops down and goes for the cover.* 1! 2! 3- KICK OUT! OR RATHER THROW OFF BY CROW! *Taking no time to recover, the pirate rolls backward to his knees. His face hiding none of the contempt he now has for O'Neill. But this still doesn't discourage Liam at all. Perhaps inspired by his new found friendship and the need to prove himself to his ex-stable mates, he quickly runs to the kneeling Crow. But the pirate was ready for him. With great speed, he springs himself up in the air and catches O'Neill with a Hurricanrana. Yet Liam rolls with it, like Crow has done, and makes it to his feet. He stands up, with a huge smile on his face as he looks out into the crowd. But not wanting to let the bigger man get rest, Liam turns right into a Lafitte's Pride. Boot heel meets forehead and the ex-Team Irelander crashes down to the mat.* *Crow drags a prone Liam back to a standing position & harshy whips him towards a turnbuckle. Crow then charges towards Liam, presumably aiming for a Stinger Splash. But Liam surprises Crow by getting both feet up. Crow takes bot of Liam's feet in his mush & reels back. He charges agan & for a second time Liam gets his feet up into Crow's face. As Crow staggers back, more from shock than from the actual force Liam hit him with, Liam manages to climb to the top rope. He comes flying off with a Missile Dropkick, landing squarely in Crow's chest. The undead pirate is down. Liam scrambles over for a cover...* 1... 2... KICKOUT!!! *Crow manages to escape yet again. Liam is growing more fearful of his powerful opponent. He tries laying into Crow with an ARMBAR!!! But Crow manages to actually stand, even with the comparatively tiny Irishman clinging on to his arm. Crow tries to turn the manuever in his favour & runs towards a turnbuckle, with Liam STILL holding tight. Crow crushes Liam in the corner & Liam slumps down. Crow gives Liam a Face Wash & then follows up with a running boot to the face (like Samoa Joe). Crow brings the groggy Liam back up to a standing position & tries to get him set up for Roberts' Fortune. He holds Liam up in the air for a good amount of time, but Liam, rather resourcefully, manages to work the manuever into a Diamond Cutter. He forces his larger opponent to the mat with a shock Diamond Cutter, but Liam is too tired to take advantage of the temporarily downed Crow. Both men begin to stir again, Crow gets to his feet slightly before Liam. Liam is able only to look up at the undead pirate. He can't figure out what he can do to put him away. Crow drags Liam to his feet once again. Liam musters up all the courage he can & spits in the face of Crow! The audience audibly gasps at Liam's act of audacity. Liam's fate is practically sealed, but he doesn't seem to care. Crow knees Liam in the gut & lifts him up for a Suplex, but instead just allows Liam to drop to the ground hard! Crow's Nest! Crow signals towards the top turnbuckles & climbs the post nearest to where he dropped Liam. Crow comes crashing down on Liam with The Flying Dutchman! Crow makes his trademark cover...* 1... 2... 3!!! DING-DING-DING! Toni "The Garc" Garcya: And your winner of this match.... FERHAGO CROW! * “Death men tell no tales...” * *As the music starts, the lights flicker and Crow is gone along with his music. Liam is still out cold. Mahavir Abha & Jasmyne come running out from the back again to check on Liam. Mahavir, with a look of concern on his face, helps his fallen Irish comrade to his feet. Jasmyne takes one of Liam's limp arms over her shoulder as Mahavir takes the other. Together they help escort Liam from the ring & to the back as the audience gives them a round of applause, particularly for Liam's courageous effort.*
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Post by India's Most Wanted on Oct 1, 2007 3:30:06 GMT -5
*We are backstage. Sum Guy is in between two Southern Asian wrestlers, decked out in synthetic trenchcoats with the Indian flag on them. One of the gentlemen appears serious and aggressive, the other seems laid-back and uncaring. They are the team of “Wild Tiger” Kuresh Harishandra & “Punjabi Rajah” Jayant Monsoon; India’s Most Wanted!*
SG: I’m Sum Guy…and I’m a little intimidated to be in between these guys…I understand that they’re a new tag team here in EWT…India’s Most Wanted. Gentlemen…
*Harishandra takes the mic, angrily.*
Harishandra: YOU LISTEN TO ME, Mr. GUY!!! I don’t care what you have to say, because we’re not here to talk!! We’re here to dominate EWT’s tag division!!! Nobody can dare to stand in the way of India’s Most Wanted!! If anyone does…let them! And I’ll tie them up and CHOKE THE LIFE OUTTA THEM with my Rumal!!!
*Harishandra takes out a large thick cloth (the rumal), and pulls it tightly in front of the camera. Monsoon chuckles at this, and playfully takes the mic from Harishandra.*
Monsoon: Heh heh heh…what my partner is trying to say, if he’d just mellow out a little, is that we’ve seen the amount of competition here in EWT, and you know what? We aren’t threatened in the slightest by what we see. We’re here to have a little fun, and if we capture the gold, then great! But for now, we’re going to kick back, drink our Cobra Beers (takes a swig of his) and kick some ass the way we do best…sorry ‘bout your bad Karma!
*India's Most Wanted make their way out of the interview area.*
SG: Whoa. Well...I'm Sum Guy, and I don't even know where India is on the map.
*We cut to a 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 Oct 1, 2007 14:24:08 GMT -5
Toni "The Garc" Garcya: The following match is scheduled for one fall... * "Rose" by Anna Tsuchiya hits the speakers as the crowd rises to their feet.* * From out of the crowd comes the Broken Rose of EWT, looking none too eager about her opponent for tonight.* Toni "The Garc" Garcya: Making her way to the ring... Now residing from Osaka, Japan... BR JURI SADAMOTO! * As her name is read, she pauses to points up in the center of the stairs. Various crowd members around her copy the motion. With that, she quickly makes the rest of the trek down to the ring as she high fives a few random crowd members. Halfheartedly she jumps over the barricade and rolls into the ring. She doesn't even stretch, knowing the probable lack of talent of her opponent, as she rocks against the ropes.* "4-3-2-1... 4-3-2-1... 1-2-3- Whoo!..."* The EWT audience is unsure how to accept the air-headed bimbo Tiffany just yet. Tiff is clad in a little tankini & hotpants. She seems to be showing alot of enthusiasm as she bounds down to the ring attempting to make her huge implants "accidentally" fall out of her top. Tiffany kicks her right leg up so high that her knee is nearly touching her ear. This causes her to lose her balance & fall over. The audience laugh derisively at her for making a fool of herself. Tiffany quickly regains her composure & runs on down to the ring. Juri buries her face in her hands in embarrassment, wondering what she got herself into by agreeing to this match.* Toni "The Garc" Garcya: And her opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 118lbs... TIFFANY! Nick Russ: You have to feel sorry for Tiffany, Jerome. This youngster entering into her first wrestling match & it's against the "Broken Rose" of EWT, Juri Sadamoto! Jerome "The Lord" East: Tiffany is giving up more than 20lbs in weight to Juri & a considerable experience advantage. Then again, maybe she'll have a little bit of beginner's luck here tonight. You never know. * Tiffany gets in the ring & performs the splits infront of Juri. Some sort of intimidation tactic? Whatever it is, the horny males in the crowd lap it up cheering & whooping wildly. Tiffany climbs a turnbuckle & faces her adoring public. The desperate males cheer her on again as Tiffany throws her arms in the air. This act nearly causes her to lose her balance for the second time in the evening. Tiffany takes a moment to right herself again, then turns to face her opponent.* DING-DING! * Juri takes time to reluctantly shake Tiffany's hand & wish her luck. Tiff's gonna need all the luck she can muster! The two women lock up, Juri getting a clear advantage. She forces the comparatively tiny Tiffany to the mat with ease. Tiff gets back to her feet & slaps Juri harshly across the face.* Tiffany: THAT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN! Russ: Erm... Tiffany with some strong words for Juri, there! [ under his breath] what is that idiot doing?* Juri rolls her eyes. Tiffany's inability to even protect kayfabe is enough for the fiery Joshi to lose her patience with the dimwit. Juri unleashes a series of kicks & shops to Tiffany who cowers in a corner after Juri is done beating up on her. Juri, for a moment, takes pity on the timid little fool & helps her up again, whispers in her ear & then they start again. Juri attempts to Rose Whip Tiffany to the opposite corner, but Tiff stops dead in her tracks before making it to the corner. Then she turns back around & rushes at Juri, her arms flailing. Juri crouches & catches Tiffany, hefting the skinny blonde over her shoulder. Juri sets Tiffany in a corner again & gives her a quiet but stern telling off. The audience haven't a clue what to make of any of this! Is it in character? Is it out of character? Juri then whips Tiff towards the ropes. Tiff nearly goes over the rope, but not quite. She rests with her mid-section on the ropes & her ass sticking in the air, not sure what to do. Juri mutters to herself & grabs one of Tiff's legs, knocking her back into the ring. Tiff lands flat on her ass & the audience emits a chuckle again.* East: Ugh! This match is pretty ugly! Russ: No kidding, Jerome. Seems like not even Juri can adequately prepare for Tiffany. * Juri gives the kid one more chance to make good in this match. She picks Tiffany up & Rose whips her to the opposite set of ropes. This time Tiff does things right & rebounds, but she slows down slightly before she reaches Juri again & takes her time getting into the right position to roll over Juri's back. Tiff can't do it in time & simply cartwheels to get behind Juri's back. Not a bad bit of improvisation. Juri quickly spins around to face Tiffany & slaps her chest with a harsh Knife Edge chop. The sound is heard through the arena. Tiff grabs at her chest, then replies to Juri's move with a chop of her own. This one is less impactful than the one Juri unleashed, but at least she's trying. Juri goes for another chop, Tiff blocks it, but Juri drags her in for a clothesline. The move connects, but Tiff stands her ground for a moment. Juri, a rage in her eyes, glares at Tiffany before a (very dim) lightbulb goes off over Tiff's head. Tiff then slumps to the mat as Juri attempts to conceal her anger. Juri covers Tiffany for a pin...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! East: Oh, God! She kicked out! The match goes on! * Juri drags Tiffany back to her feet & lets out a heavy sigh. She may as well be wrestling a sack of spuds. Tiffany stands as Juri delivers a swift kick to the bimbo's leg. Tiffany drops to her knees & Juri follows up with the "Bara Bramble Special".* Juri: [ quietly] try no-selling that you talentless bint!* Tiffany tries getting back to her feet again, but just as she's getting up, Juri cracks her with a strong Tajiri-style kick to the head. Tiffany spins around & collapses to the ground face-first. Juri kicks at Tiff a few times, making sure she didn't actually kill her, Tiff then grabs Juri's leg & attempts a quick small package.* East: WOW! Tiffany's got better wrestling acumen than we suspected. That Small Package came out of nowhere! * The ref counts...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! * Juri stands back in amazement. Tiffany actually did something without screwing up! The crowd cheers for Tiffany NOT blowing a spot as the dumb blonde takes a bow to her adoring fans. While Tiff is busy doing so, Juri sneaks up clamps on a Sleeper Hold. Seconds later, she hits "Broken Stem Driver #1"! But Tiffany has screwed up badly yet again! Instead of falling backward right away, she falls slowly and actually places Juri into a pinning position!* East: That idiot might wind up actually WINNING this match, Nick! How embarassing for Juri to lose to total beginner! 1... 2... KICKOUT! Russ: Thankfully, for all of us, Juri's reputation remains intact. * With all of her leg strength, Juri pushes the newest GND off of her and sits up. All the while looking very bewildered at her opponent that is Tiffany. The blonde can only look back at her with look that is somewhere in between a deer in the headlights and a toddler looking for approval from a parent. She, however gets none, as Juri cracks her across with the face with a vicious Knife Edge Chop.* Russ: Oh man! Tiffany's career is based on her looks! If Juri messes up her pretty face Tiffany is finished! East: Hey, she's still got those enormous cans to rely on. * The possible model turned Diva holds her face in pain, cowering yet again as Juri stands up. The fiery Joshi looks down at Tiffany with some sort of pity before looking out into the crowd. She motions to help Tiffany up, who immediately refuses. Throwing her arms up in the air, Juri's nearly at her boiling point. In order to get the action going yet again Juri offers a free shot to Tiffany. The blonde shakes her head 'no'. Sighing, Juri bends over and offers her unprotected head to Tiffany who instantly jumps up. The GND rookie wraps her arm around Juri's neck and places in a Headlock. Sadly, it looks weaker than Randy Orton Chinlock. From her bent over position Juri places the hand on her hips. It's obvious that she would rather be anywhere but here.* Russ: I can barely stand to watch this match. East: It's not THAT brutal, Nick! Russ: Depends upon your definition of brutal, I guess. * After a few painful moments of Tiffany's pitiful Headlock, Juri simply pushes her towards the ropes with all her might. Tiffany seems to have finally grasped the idea of how the Irish Whip works and rebounds off the ropes. As she does so, Juri goes for her 'Ro-zu Thorn' Back Elbow. Jumping in fear, Tiffany stops right in her tracks and tries to catch Juri for whatever reason. Having little strength and less weight lifting ability than most GNDs, she fails to accomplish her goal. Instead, she ends up dropping Juri right on her head in a High Angle Back Suplex.* Russ: WOW! Tiffany might have just knocked Juri out cold right there! Maybe the idea of her winning her first match isn't so far fetched after all! * Looking down at the seemingly out cold Juri, Tiffany seems at a loss for what to do. So instead she goes for what would appear to be the weakest stomps in pro wrestling history. Finally stirring, Juri pushes herself off her stomach and shakes her head to get out the cobwebs. Seeing her chance to save face Tiffany sits on back & neck of Juri to wave at the crowd. But that was just one step too far. Fueled no doubt by rage, Juri stands up with Tiffany on her shoulders. She crosses both of Tiffany's arms and, in an act that would make Chidori Kaname proud, she bends backwards. The result of which is Tiffany slamming hard on her back into a pinning position that the poor girl looks to be trapped in.* 1... 2... 3! DING-DING-DING! Toni "The Garc" Garcya: And your winner of this match... BR JURI SADAMOTO! Russ: And rather mercifully fans, this one is over. East: Couldn't have said it better myself, Russ. UGH! * Releasing Tiffany quickly, Juri simply shakes her head and rolls out of the ring. She doesn't even bother to celebrate as it seems she rather just get the hell out of the arena as soon as possible. Tiffany eventually sits up in the ring, holding her head. She then crosses her arms & sulks like a little brat.*
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Post by xombiehiphop on Oct 1, 2007 14:43:12 GMT -5
"Well, tell 'em to hurry the hell up! "The Don" don't wait for nobody!"
Outside of a hotel, roughly around 11:30 PM, one of the EWT's newest hiree's can be found. Lamont "The Don" Robinson. He's screaming into his cell phone at a hapless limo driver who's already thirty minutes late. He inspects the expensive variety of rings upon his fingers before continuing his tirade
Lamont: "The Don's gotta get some things done before he makes his debut this week! They ain't got no idea what they in for! I swear if--Ah, here it comes, 'bout damn time.."
A limo finally arrives, driving rather recklessly, pulling up onto the curb and nearly plowing Lamont over. A few specs of mud land upon his Gucci suit which quickly draws his ire
Lamont: "Excuse me? Excuse me?! I know you didn't just show up thirty minutes late AND mess up m--"
Lamont is silenced at the sight that makes it's way from the limo. A beautiful, blonde haired woman in a slinky red dress. She gives Lamont a wink while native of Staten Island rubs at his chin in obvious interest
Woman: "Your chariot awaits, sir.."
With a few inviting motions of her fingers the mysterious female invites Lamont inside of the limo and he wastes no time slipping in after her. The inside of the vehicle is very lush and extravagant..everything Lamont strives for. Televisions all around them, buckets full of costly champagne, hip hop music with enough bass to give you a heart attack and even a stripper pole. "The Don" has reached his nirvana. Lamont retrieves a bottle of champagne and shifts his way closer to the woman
Lamont: "And just what exactly are you doin here, baby?"
Woman: "I was provided by Mr.Dorf. He would like for your ride to be as..comfortable as possible."
Lamont nods in approval as the beautiful woman slides a hand onto his thigh. However, she only does this to dig and twist her nails inside
Lamont: "OOW! Hey! HEY! Whatchu doin?!"
The woman's tone drops to a far more sinister level..
Woman: "..What's wrong? Aren't you comfortable?"
Lamont proceeds to toss some of his champagne into the woman's face in order to get her vise grip released. He inspects the puncture wounds on his thigh while the woman lowers her hair over her face and slips a hand underneath the blonde tresses. Lamont lifts his head upward to stare forward at a most bizarre and frightening sight..flesh colored make up running down the woman's face, revealing a gray-ish complexion and what appeared to be stitches across her cheeks. Her yellow eye contacts stare directly into his eyes as a wide grin spreads across her face
Karma: Like what you see, "baby"?
Lamont: "'Ey! 'Ey! Stop this limo!"
Lamont pounds on the tinted glass window that conceals the driver before it slowly begins to lower. The driver, who is wearing a black hood, looks over his shoulder to reveal a face hidden behind a skeleton mask. Lamont tries to open his door but to no avail..it's locked. The driver speaks in a muffled voice..
Wraith: "We ain't got to our destination yet, superstar! You just hang on and keep yer mouth shut!"
Before Lamont can protest the limo takes a sharp turn and the doors come unlocked. This causes Lamont to spill directly out of the vehicle, rolling into a darkened alley. He lays chest first on the pavement as the limo slowly edges towards him, flashing it's bright lights directly towards him. He stumbles to his feet and casts an arm in front of his eyes to attempt to shield them from the rays. Wraith and Karma, in her usual attire now also having cast her wig aside, step out of the limo and stalk towards him. "The Don" edges backwards and right into another hooded figure. This one is wearing a gray colored, goblin type mask with sharp teeth..it stares at him from behind it's hollow, darkened eyes. Lamont spins around to face him and suddenly the scene goes dark..
We find to return Lamont being drug up a muddy, filthy hill by Corpse and Wraith. They have both disposed of their masks for the time being but are still clad in their pitch black hoods. Lamont's suit is ripped and torn and blood drips from his bald, shaved head. Karma strolls behind them with a smirk, toying with a few of the rings she swiped off of Lamont
Corpse:"Is it in you now, to bear to hear the truth that you have spoken? Twisted up by knaves, to make a trap for fools..."
Wraith: "..Do what?"
Corpse: "Rudyard Kipling. Merely illustrating how simplistic our capture of this caterpillar was, my brother..it fits this one perfectly.."
Lamont: "..G..God..help me.."
Lamont weakly lifts his head upwards, sputtering out his words. Corpse gives him the slightest glance before easing the door to a rickety, run down cabin open
Corpse: "A sad messiah is bored and tired of your laments..died for you once but never again. ..Not until we remove what makes you hurt.."
With that, The Draugr and Lamont disappear into the cabin as the door is locked and closed..
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Post by crauswell on Oct 2, 2007 8:52:41 GMT -5
We cut to the back, as we the familiar masked furry face of the Cidal Force, Crauswell, who is simple standing there it seems, a similar stuffed horse type thing perched on his shoulders, as he simply gazes down at the ground below, rolling his shoulder a bit.
Crauswell: Survival of the Fittest eh... a fitting name. A fitting name for the only one that's it worth of describing. People in the backstage may think I have lost my mind, but they know nothing. I am as able minded and competent as always. I am still full of the same ruthless instinct and merciless attitude. You see, despite... recent distractions as of late, I have been absolutely focused on all my goals. At this coming event, my one goal is clear... the EWT World Championship.
The furry slowly gazes up toward the screen, stretching his fake wings about now, as he continuing staying otherwise very motionless and still.
Crauswell: Yes, the beautiful EWT World Championship belt... a title that carries so much prestige. A title that has been held by the best of the best and the greatest of the great. An honor that only fits certain individuals, those that have an aura of success and a determination that cannot be softened. These individuals have all strived to hold onto that belt and have all achieved great success. They have built their legacies as soon as they grasp this title.
Crauswell slowly nods to himself, as he takes a few steps forward, gazing even closer at the camera screen, as he reaches over and pats his stuffed equine friend, remaining as serious and intimidating in his presence.
Crauswell: Many months ago, before I was defeated for the title, I was the unstoppable Ox Division Champion. Nobody could halt my path... not the Celtic Giant Shane Malone, not the current co owner of EWT Womseldorf, not the Swedish Dancing Machine Spyke Johanson, not the late Rock Lee, not even my current allies in the Cidal Squad. They all fell at my hand and that fool Cassinova only defeated me with mind games. If he had the tenacity to face me like a true man, without such trickery, I would've stomped him into the ground!
The furry slowly folds his arms now, as he continuing looking through his eye-holes forward.
Crauswell: The point of this speech is simple... I know what it's like to be a champion, I know what it's like to be a dominating force, and I know what it's like to be nearly untouchable. Joe One, you pathetic bug, your time is near. You saw what I did to your so called monster. I humbled him before your eyes only a month ago and I would've finished him off for good if a certain chivalrous interloper hadn't gotten involved. Thank your badly rapping hip hop idol that somebody came out to stop me... because otherwise, the Midnight Mystery wouldn't have a career to speak off right now! I have your number champ and you know it deep down. True we've never faced, even had contact before, but you know that if we did, I would crush you and take that precious title away. You know this, but you just don't want to believe it. I can't blame you... I was in denial as well when I lost my beloved Ox Division title. Unfortunately, that's a hardship you'll have to endure, because I guarantee that I will be walking out with that belt!
The furry starts to grow quite angry now, starting to twitch a bit, slowly becoming filled by passionate rage, as he continues standing where he is.
Crauswell: There are of course certain individuals who stand in my way... I'm aware of that, but I show no fear toward any of them. To me, they are pathetic beasts of prey that I will devour one by one, until only I and you remain. For example, you Msyth. The French man of the EWT, with your harlot of a girlfriend. We have a bit in common... my mate is also quite promiscuous, but that's alright. He can do whatever he likes as long as he stays loyal to me... but that's not the point. I'm not going to make any cheap shots about you, such as your a snooty man, you eat snails, you'll probably forfeit before the match starts or your an amphibian... because I don't need to make such stupid cheap shots. all I'm going to say about you is your in my way. You've stood up against the fearsome Ferhago Crow true, but he was just a pirate. I'm a true beast and I guarantee that I'll rip you to pieces!
The furry slowly folds his arms behind his back, as he glances over at that thing on his shoulder, nodding again to himself, still twitching a bit.
Crauswell: John "the Lion" Valentine? You call yourself a lion... I'm part Lion and I know for certain you are NOT a lion. You're not even a tiger, a panther, a cougar, an alley cat, or even a kitten. You are just a pathetic human being who has proven nothing in my eyes. I've watched you and you don't even register as a threat to me. Valentine, you too are no more than an obstacle in my eyes, one that I'll plow right through, just to show my superiority. Rest assured though, because I'll make your simply devastation rather swift.
Crauswell continues standing still, arms folded as turns back from the horse on his shoulder, back to the screen.
Crauswell: Next we come to an EWT Alumni... and the only real threat, I believe, in this match, the man known as Limey. A former EWT Heavyweight Champion in your own right, a former Tag Champion, and the leader of a stable known as Generation Tech. I've watched you, even before I came to the EWT, simply because I watch all threats. Certainly, a man who has tackled and beaten such men as Flex Magnificent, Moxie, and various others definitely has quite a threat. Unfortunately for you Limey, you are still a human, a skilled one, but a human nonetheless. You lack the killer instinct of someone such as myself. You can give me all the limes you want, I'll just squash them right into your miserable face!
The furry takes a quick step forward, starting to shake a bit, growing more and more incensed with each word he says, though for no known reason.
Crauswell: Then we come to Christopher Indigo... you and I have met before, though not exactly under pleasant circumstances. I mean, you did BLATANTLY SNEAK UP AND ASSAULT ME!!! I haven't forgot that you miserable little stooge! You think that you entering this little contest means that you'll be able to help your precious Joe One keep his belt?! Your a fool, one that worships a false idol and follows an imbecile's word blindly. I'll be honest... I've been CRAVING getting into a ring with you Indigo. I've been itching to tear you apart, just like you did to me so underhandedly! You may be a former Toolshed Champion, but that means nothing. I am as well, though it wasn't exactly a fruitful reign, but a reign all the same! If you think that you're going to be able to get the upper hand on me this time, you are going to have to prepare to be sorely mistaken, as I tear you into miserable shreds like the paper champion you were!
The furry has now lost it, panting heavily, as he continues shaking quite violently, gazing quite closely toward the floor, as he raises a hand and brushes it over his masked face.
Crauswell: The name is Survival of the Fittest... that is my exact philosophy. It doesn't matter that you all think of me as a flipping furry, it doesn't matter if you consider me a joke, because each and everyone of you knows that I can and WILL DESTROY EACH AND EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU! At the end of that night, there will be a new dominating champion... a new leader of the pack... a new king of the EWT jungle... a being simply known as Crauswell!
The furry slowly steps back, reaching over and snatching that horsie again, holding it right up to his masked face
Crauswell: AND YOU WILL NOT INTERFERE!!!
He tosses the plush thing down, stomping viciously across it, then suddenly stopping, slowly bending down and picking the creature up gingerly, as he gazes at again, shaking his head, perhaps in denial.
Crauswell: Why won't he leave me alone?! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!
The furry quickly rises back up, running out of the room, taking the symbolic horse with him, as we fade to commercial.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Oct 2, 2007 10:53:40 GMT -5
*Toom E stands in his office, as his chair is broken from throwing it at the wall.*
What the hell was he thinking? The freaking Megadeth? Does he not realize how much money that will set us back? Let alone the injuries that the match can cause?
I have talent leaving left & right since he came in control here. I have talent out injured because of stipulations he is setting in matches to try & outdo me. This is riduculous!!!
Road Agent: So what do you want done then, sir?
Toom E: What do I want done? I WANT HIM GONE!!! I am not going to change his precious little Megadeth. It's announced, there's nothing I can do there. But there will be a cease right now. No more stipulations added to this damn pay per view without the written consent from ME!! I am still in charge around here.
Road Agent: But he's in charge, too.
Toom E: And when he gets his grubby hands on something, injuries happen...talent quit. Do you not see my point?
*There's a knock at the door & as Toom E turns towards the door, a voice speaks:*
Voice: I believe I could be of help, Mr. Dangerously.
*cut to commercial.*
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Post by Mystery on Oct 2, 2007 13:10:41 GMT -5
*Mystery stands in front of a mirror. She has a brush in her hand & is brushing her hair.*
I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic! you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere Imagination, life is your creation Come on Barbie, let's go party!
I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic! you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere Imagination, life is your creation
I'm a blond bimbo girl, in the fantasy world Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly You're my doll, rock'n'roll, feel the glamour in pink, kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky... You can touch, you can play, if you say: "I'm always yours"
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Sigma: Current SRW Champ!
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Post by Sigma: Current SRW Champ! on Oct 2, 2007 15:09:56 GMT -5
Tony Schiavone: Ladies and gentlemen, it seems that the feud between Sigma and Shane Malone has gone to new heights. As you may recall, Sigma was cheated out of the #1 contender spot to the Toolshed Title by Shane Malone and Team Ireland. Then last time we were on the air, Sigma blindsided Shane Malone by using Coach O’Hare’s Hurley, costing Shane Malone the title. Then immediately after that match, Sigma was in the ring against Ronnie Cordova. Ronnie was on the verge of losing, but Shane Malone blindsides Sigma with the Hurley, costing him his match against Ronnie Cordova. Jesse, this feud is getting crazy.
Jesse Ventura: Yeah, but what makes it crazier is that Voltigeur has decided that both of them are worthy enough to fight against him for the Toolshed Title at Survival of the Fittest. Rumor has it that Voltigeur has some plans for both of them, which could be very intriguing.
Tony Schiavone: Well, Voltigeur is backstage right now. He’s got a match tonight against Ken Patera for the Toolshed Title. But right now, Sigma has a match against Larry “The Axe” Hennig.
Jesse Ventura: Larry “The Axe” Hennig was 5 time AWA Tag Team Champion with Harley Race and others. He is one powerful wrestler and should be hard to take down.
Tony Schiavone: Well, now let’s turn things over to Gary Michael Capetta.
(Bell Rings)
GMC: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next contest is scheduled for one fall with a 20 minute time limit. Introducing first, from Robbinsdale, Minnesota. He weighs in at 271 pounds, Larry the Axe, Hennig!
(Crowd applauds)
Tony Schiavone: Larry Hennig in the ring right now, what do you think could be flowing through his mind?
Jesse Ventura: He’s probably thinking about strategy in how to take this guy down. Sigma has only lost because Shane Malone or Team Ireland has interfered. However, Larry is one tough man, and will fight it out.
(Personal Jesus begins, crowd begins to boo viciously)
GMC: And ladies and gentlemen, from Tacoma, Washington. He is weighing in at 262 pounds. Here is Sigma “G.Q” Williams.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma has a darker look than what he normally sports.
Jesse Ventura: He realizes now that it’s time to get deadly serious. And when he gets deadly serious, he is completely relentless in the ring.
(Sigma waves off the microphone, and takes off his cape and gloves)
Tony Schiavone: Oh, a rarity. He’s not talking.
Jesse Ventura: He’s going to let his fists do the talking for him now. After losing to Ronnie Cordova, he’s not in the best of moods
(Bell rings)
Tony Schiavone: Ok, the bell rings and we are underway.
Both men engage in a classic Collar and Elbow tie-up. Larry the Axe Hennig grabs one of Sigma’s arms and twists it. Then Sigma decides to do the same to one of his arms with more velocity. He twists it again and tosses him into the ropes and lands a dropkick on Hennig.
Tony Schiavone: Ok, Collar and elbow tie-up, Larry Hennig grabs an arm and twists.
Jesse Ventura: Yeah, well Sigma grabs an arm and does the same to him. He now whips him into the ropes and delivers a dropkick to the head of Larry Hennig.
Tony Schiavone: Larry Hennig is looking a little bewildered from that dropkick.
Sigma then proceeds to lift him up and give him a big body slam. He follows that up by wrenching on his right arm for an arm bar.
Tony Schiavone: A big body slam delivered to Hennig. Now he goes right to the arm bar.
Jesse Ventura: This is a different Sigma from what we have seen before. Instead of just pure domination, he’s wearing down his opponent with arm bars, cross arm breakers and his G.Q. Stretch.
After the Arm bar, something inside Sigma goes off and he goes into a big period of still being and going all dark and unresponsive.
Tony Schiavone: Uh, Jesse. I don’t know what’s going on with Sigma, do you.
Jesse Ventura: I’m afraid not. I’ve seen his work before, but I have never seen him like this, ever. This is something that’s foreign to me.
Sigma then proceeds to lift up Larry by the shoulders, and propping him up. He delivers a kick to the stomach and gives him an Even flow DDT to the canvas. He then just sits there, not moving an inch.
Tony Schiavone: Even flow DDT on Larry Hennig.
Jesse Ventura: He’s still emotionless. He’s dead inside.
Sigma, still in his comatose state, lifts Hennig up, throws him into the ropes and delivers a big boot to his face. Hennig is out, and Sigma is emotionless.
Tony Schiavone: He whips him into the ropes and delivers a big boot to the face.
Jesse Ventura: You want to know something else? He’s still emotionless. He’s feeling no remorse.
Tony Schiavone: Maybe he should hook up with Roderick Strong’s unit.
Jesse Ventura: That’s not even funny, Schiavone. He might just walk behind you and give you the Stronghold.
Sigma then picks up Larry Hennig, tilts his head back, hooks the leg, and delivers the Sigma Suplex.
Tony Schiavone: And that’s the Sigma Suplex. I’m shocked that he got Larry up.
Jesse Ventura: When you feel nothing, you don’t even feel pain.
Ref: 1…………….2……………………3! Ring the bell!
(Bell rings, crowd boos)
GMC: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, Sigma “G.Q” Williams.
Tony Schiavone: That was surreal. It was like there was no emotion was in Sigma’s face at all.
Jesse Ventura: That even befuddles me. (Personal Jesus plays) Well, we might as well go to the replay. There you see a kick to the gut and an Even flow DDT. That was picturesque. And now he tilts his head back, and hooks the leg. There you see the Sigma Suplex, and the ref counts 1, 2, 3. And Sigma beats Larry Hennig. Tony Schiavone is with Sigma right now.
Tony Schiavone: Sigma, what happened in there? It looked like you were physically there, but you were out of it.
Sigma Williams: Schiavone, it’s as simple as this. I just don’t care anymore. I don’t care who gets hurt, who bleeds, who suffers, who gets injured or who gets paid. It’s my turn now for some gold, and I’m going to get it. I know Voltigeur has something planned for the triangle match at Survival of the Fittest. Personally, I don’t care. Voltigeur, just leave Shane Malone to me. And after I destroy that Irish piece of garbage, then I’ll come after you. Who knows? Maybe, I can actually get you into this millennium and start acting normal. The end result will be the same, Malone goes down in a heap, you get hurt a bit, and I will become the new Toolshed Champion. Right now though, I don’t care. I got other matters to attend to.
Tony Schiavone: I’m in stunned silence folks. We’ll be right back.
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Ass Dan
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Post by Ass Dan on Oct 2, 2007 18:13:33 GMT -5
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The opening riff of 'No One Knows' hits as Richard Clay comes out. However, he is not in fighting condition; he is in a suit. He walks down with his EWT Stable Championship belt on his shoulder.
As the audience boos him, he walks to the ring. There is a podium with the Oceanic flag on it; Christopher Indigo, the Midnight Mystery, and EWT World Heavyweight Champion Joe One stand in the background as Clay steps to the podium. He waves down, attempting to quell the booing.
Clay: Ladies and gentlemen, fellow Party members, wrestlers of EWT. Today is the dawning of a new era in the Extreme WrestleCrap Threaderation. As of right now, I am announcing my intention of aquiring 50% of Extreme Wrestlecrap Threaderation Entertainment, LLC.
The trio behind him clap while the audience boos.
Clay: I have gone under great consideration, and I have decided to buy out Dorf's share of EWT for a price that I know he would appreciate......
[camera zoom]
....ONE THRILLION DOLLARS.
Once again, the trio behind him clap while the audience boos.
Clay: As the new co-owner of the EWT, I will...
But the Killionare is cut by 'Sign', which gets the crowd on their feet. Dorf comes from the back in a buisness jacket and wrestling trunks, for some reason. Minipax turn their heads to the entrance ramp.
Dorf: Hold up, Clay. I made no agreements on selling my 50% stake in EWT, and I'm not selling now. You can take your one thrillion dollars and...
Clay: Whoa, whoa, whoa. You don't want a thrillion dollars? Fine. How about I make it.....FOUR thrillion?
Dorf: Thrillion is not a rational number.
Clay: YOU'RE NOT A RATIONAL NUMBER!
They stare off.
Dorf: I don't care how much you're willing to pay; I am not going to sell half of EWT to the likes of you.
The crowd cheers. Clay looks at Dorf snidley.
Clay: You say that now, but in the long run, those words won't matter. I'll have that stake in EWT, so help me BB!
The two stare off as we....
*DO A COMMERCIAL*
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Limey
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It's been awhile.
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Post by Limey on Oct 4, 2007 13:55:08 GMT -5
*We are backstage. Sum Guy is there, mic in hand, interviewing Limey.*
SG: I’m Sum Guy and I marked for each of Hardcore Holly’s returns! I’m here with The British Brawling Machine, Limey, who has just been announced as a participant in the Megadeth at Survival of the Fittest against Christopher Indigo…against Crauswell…against John “The Lion” Valentine…against Mysth…and against the world heavyweight champion of EWT…Joe One!!! Now, how do you feel going up against such worthy foes who you have yet to face in EWT?
Limey: Sum, it all boils down to this…I may not have faced any of the competitors in the match-up, but it doesn’t matter to me! What matters is I…am looking forward to every…single…second of it! You see, when I came back to EWT, I came back for many, many reasons, when I held the EWT World heavyweight championship over my head, I felt whole…complete…and that’s why I had to leave. There were too many young contenders out there that I had to step down to…well now I’m back…and the young bucks have grown up…and I think it’s time for me to do what I do best…and that’s prove myself to the newer breed of EWT stardom! To once again climb the ladder in EWT, and reach the very top!! I am all about respect, Sum…respect for the abilities of my opponents, and respect for myself! I will not stop until my skills have been put to the test! And if anyone wants to try to play dirty…let them! Because it will always come back to bite them square on the arse! Life will GIVE…THEM…LIMES!!! And at Survival of the Fittest…you’ll know damn well what I’m talking about!
SG: Interesting words by the former EWT World Heavyweight Champion, Limey! I’m Sum Guy, and I still wonder where Rico Costantino is! Thanks for your time, Limey!
Limey: Always a pleasure, Sum.
*Limey begins to walk off, but a mysterious figure bumps into him.*
Limey: (composing himself)…you?
Mystery: Yeah, me! You need to watch where you’re going!! I don’t care who you are, EWT Hall of Famer or no!! NOBODY has the right to march through the hallway, pushing around the smaller competitors and tossing them to the side! NOBODY!!! Don’t think I won’t hesitate to hit the Mandible Claw on you!! You may be larger than me, but I’ll do it! I swear…
Limey: Wait just one minute!!! You really think that of me? I didn’t “toss you to the side”…
Mystery: OF COURSE YOU DID!! Everyone does! Don’t try to deny it! You look down on me like everyone else…
Limey: (getting aggressive, taking Mystery by the shoulders) LISTEN TO ME!!! I don’t look down on you!! You’re a very talented woman, and I respect you for your abilities! You can’t think that way of yourself…and don’t pick fights with just anyone, or you’ll get seriously hurt again! I don’t want to see that, Mystery…it’s not fair that you should have to suffer again for having a bad life that screwed your head up. I know what it’s like to be an outcast…I was a Phish fan once for crying out loud! I know what it’s like to be kicked to the curb…and to be angry at the world. I understand what you’re going through…just…(releases Mystery’s shoulders and calms down)…just think about that, would you?
Mystery: You…you understand me? You don’t…look down on me?
*Limey begins to walk away.*
Limey: Let’s just say…I don’t want anyone to make the same mistakes I made…
*Limey is away…but Mystery appears to have misinterpreted this message…*
Mystery: Destiny…you are my destiny…
Never cared for what they do Never cared for what they know But I know…
So close no matter how far Couldn’t be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are And nothing else…matters…
*Mystery runs off as we cut to a commercial.*
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Curly Long
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Post by Curly Long on Oct 4, 2007 17:34:33 GMT -5
*We return to ringside*
Announcer: Weighing in at 140 pounds and standing at 3 feet and 8 inches, from Spread Eagle, Wisconsin....he is the Midget King- CURLY..LONG!"
*The Sinister version of 'Moving On Up' hits. The self proclaimed main-event little man steps out, with Mr. Big alongside him confident. He struts his Better-Than-Hornswoggle self into the ring and gives a leering wink to some choice females in the audience. He stretches against the second rope, hungry for action.*
Announcer: "Weighing in at 225 pounds, standing at 6'5, from THE NEGAVERSE.......Die SHiGUYA!"
*304 Goucrapsu Hakushi no Sakura begins. A white flash cuts through, and slowly, black streaks cut through it as well. Soon enough, Shiguya strides into view and continues on to the ring. Within a few moments, both he and Curly are looking at each other within the center of the ring.*
*Both are about to go at it when from the main stage *That eerie Omen music plays* and out comes Mr. Bad! What is he doing here? Mr. Big upon seeing his former tag team partner shouts and points and heads toward the fat and grotesque evil blubber ball. They meet at the end of the ramp in a full on colission and begin hammering away at each other, they head up the ramp and out of sight backstage much to the frustration of Curly Long, who turns back to his opponent in the middle of the ring.*
*The bell Rings*
Shiguya merely looks straight down at his opponent, with quite an amused look on his face. He gets down on one knee to get face to face to Curly Long. Bad move, for at this taunting gesture, Curly charges headbutts Shiguya in the face. Shiguya falls on his arse and Curly takes advantage by grabbing Shiguya's head into a sleeperhold! It doesn't last long as Shiguya makes a smooth transition into grasping his arms, grabbing beneath his armpits and slamming him down beside his legs. He snaps his boot onto Curly Long's stomach and crosses his arms, surveying his miniature opponent.
He looks around the crowd and flips his hair back- and Curly take the moment to bite Die's ankle! Die's face goes blank as he steps off and stares at the menacing midget. Shiguya ponders what to do, but Curly runs after him again- this time being held back by Shiguya's hand on his forehead. Somehow he wriggles out from beneath the hand, and out of the ring as Die shakes his head. Shiguya looks up at the ceiling and pops his neck before turning around- and getting knocked down by a Curly Long delivered hurricanrana! Shiguya looks quite nuetral, but Curly Long goes for a pin!
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As Long gets the thought of winning into his head, Shiguya's face breaks into a small grin and he twists around and stares at Curly. Long freezes, and Die grabs him before he can get away. He lifts up the Midget King-
and tosses him like a lawndart across the ring! Shiguya doesn't leave Curly enough room to counter as he walks up to him. Shiguya lifts him up, high above his head, his face greatly amused. He throws him high- then catches him and holds him as far as a his arms will go, laughing at the squirming King. WIth a wider smile by Die, Curly Long's eyes go about the size of Big Show's hands...like skillets.
Shiguya: Heh.
And brings Curly Down with his Visceral Visual move.
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3. Curly gets pinned. Shiguya shakes his head, pokes Curly with his foot, and walks away, in a stride resembling a panther's.
*As the camera shows the replay, we here fighting and prepare to go backstage!*
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Post by The Bad Man on Oct 4, 2007 17:54:14 GMT -5
*We cut to backstage and the two giants of EWT are still going at it, clearly revenge is on Mr. Big's mind after these two ended there tag team relationship a few months back! Lefts, Rights, headbutts they all connect from btoh men! Referees and officials rush to the scene but they can't keep these two apart! It's nearly a ton of angry wrestlers!*
SUM GUY: What in the worl ... Ahhh!
Sum Guy is crushed against the wall as Mr. Bad tries to swing Mr. Big around, but Mr. Big refuses to let go of his former tag partner. As wall masonry crumbles the two men crash through a door! We hear commotion from the other side!
VOICE: What the %#**!!#
We enter the room and find Mr. Big and Mr. Bad are still fighting both busted open badly. As we take in the chaos we realise we are in the shared office of both Dorf and Toomi! Neither men look pleased but can only stand and watch these two lumbering oafs clobber one another!
Toomi: Get these moronic powerhouses out of here!! What do I pay you people for!!
*The security detail rush the two big men, but it really isn't working as both weigh in excess of 500lbs each and there sheer body shapes make it difficult to hold them back!*
Dorf: Can't you two wait till Surviva ... ####!!!!
*Lucky the censor button is woking as Mr. Big and Mr. Bad have ploughed through the wall in there chaotic brawl!! We follow as the joint general mangers look through!*
VOICES (high pitched): AHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!
*It's the EWT girls locker room!! So that's why Curly Long wanted to keep his office!! As girls panic and loud shouting can be heard from those in authority, Big and Bad still pound on one another! They crash through some lockers and out into the hallway. Wrestlers stop to watch and avoid the two human wrecking balls! Mr. Bad manages to catch Mr. Big with an elbow staggering him a litte, but before he can capitilize Mr. Big sets off a fire extinguisher!! Smoke and foam fills the corridor blinding everyone!*
*THRAAWWCKK!*
*The smoke beigns to clear and as it disperses, we can see a crowd of people coughing. As it clears people pause to look around ... laid out on the floor is Mr. Bad! ... A chair lies around his neck with a huge dent in it! He slowly rolls over and onto his side, blubber a wobbling horror story, the chair hanging from his blubbery throat, his face a bloody mess. He looks around but Mr. Big is gone.*
MR.BAD (Gurgling and raspy): Flehhe ... Flehheh ... The biggest man always survives!! .. Fleheh ... The BIGGEST!!!!! ..
* Mr. Bad gets to his feet and removes the chair, he staggers away down the corridor, leaving only wreckage and brutality behind.*
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Post by raftshack on Oct 5, 2007 7:34:26 GMT -5
As we return to the ring, we see the team known as "the High Flyers" heading down towards, ready for action, as the bell sounds, signaling this next match.
Announcer: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Approaching the ring first, at a combined weight of 454 pounds, respectively from White Bear Lake, Minnesota and Laredo, Texas, the High Flyers!
Greg Gagne receives quite a bit of loud booing from the crowd, considering that some people just plain don't like him, Jim Brunzel being booed simply by association. It's clear who the heels wiull be in this match. The High Flyers quickly enter the ring, as they pace around a bit, turning their attentions toward the rampway, ready to face their opponents. They don't wait long as Apache pumps out of the Toomitron, as the lights, lasers, and other various effects of Raft Shack's little entrance start up, the crowd cheering loudly for the screwballs, as they crawl out from a puff of smoke, both of em with a huge grin on their twisted little faces, as they both hop up, the white haired one galloping to the ring, as the pink follows behind, skipping himself.
Announcer: And their opponents, from Foreign Alien Island, at a combined weight of 399 pounds, Team Raft Shack!
The two hop onto the apron, quickly glancing at each other and flipping into the ring, running off the ropes, then back against the other side, bouncing back and forth between them, as the High Flyers kind of watch, a bit mystified at the antics of these two fools, as they soon stop, looking at each, then quickly glancing back over at their opponents, then back at each other once more, thinking a bit to themselves, glancing one more time at their opponents. Zeleke starts scratching himself a bit, looking on with a rather dazed grin, as Faboon takes this opportunity to exit the ring, as Brunzel volunteers to start for his own side. He immediately charges right at Zeleke, hitting him right in the face with a dropkick! Zeleke goes down down as Jim follows up, leaping high for a jumping elbow drop, the pink haired one however quickly rolling out of the way, back to his feet. He charges, hitting a low dropkick himself to Brunzel's face, then grabbing and taking him into a headlock takedown, popping back up and following up with a quick somersault leg drop across the throat! He snickers to himself, as he yanks Brunzel over by the arm, tagging Faboon across the face.Faboon springs over the top rope, following with a leg drop across the face of Brunzel, who grimaces in pain. Zeleke then leaps up, delivering a Petey Williams style knee to the face, sending Brunzel staggering, as Faboon follows with a jumping heel kick to the face, knocking Jim to the mat. He then reaches down, pulling and launching Zeleke with a monkey flip, as the young man turns into a flipping senton in mid move, crashing atop of Brunzel and driving the air out of him. He rolls off, back out of the ring as Faboon follows up, going into a handstand, then following forward legs first, into a modified leg drop across Brunzel's face. He quickly leaps atop, looking for the cover. 1...2 Brunzel kicks out.
Faboon quickly yanks Jim to his feet by the neck, delivering a few quick forearms to the face. then charging off the ropes, leaping for a flying one, Brunzel quickly ducking onto the mat, Faboon landing and rolling back to his feet, catching the rising Brunzel as he comes back with a running bulldog! He gets on fours, barking literally at Brunzel, then getting up and tagging Zeleke back in. The pink haired fool quickly tugs Brunzel back up, charging and hitting him with a bulldog of his own, dropping onto his belly and sapping his hand together, barking more like a seal than a dog. He pops back up, walking over and tagging Faboon back in. Faboon springs off the top rope once again, leaping as Brunzel turns around, hitting him with a missile dropkick! Brunzel goes back down hard as Faboon smirks, once again looking for a cover. 1....2
Brunzel kicks out again. Faboon looks quite annoyed, as he glares at his hand, smacking it with the other, then popping back up, pulling Brunzel back up by the neck, only for him to counter with a punch to the gut, double Faboon over. He unleashes a few more punches, grabbing and taking Faboon into a snapmare, quickly running over and tagging in Gagne. Greg enters the ring, following up with a quick dropkick to Faboon's own face, planting him flat into the mat, as he walks over, stomping a few times across the prone body of the white haired one.He tugs him back up, hoisting him high, then dropping him in a vertical suplex. Faboon clutches slightly at the back, as Gagne stomps a few more times across, walking over and tagging in Jim again. He then tugs Faboon back up, hoisting him up into a backbreaker, as Brunzel then leaps up, hitting another dropkick to the side of the head, throwing the prone Faboon off, dropping down and applying a Buffalo Sleeper, holding on tight and starting to wrench the air out of Faboon, who squirms in the move, trying to escape. Jim keeps it on tight, wrenching away further at Faboon, who quickly fights up to his feet, elbowing his way out, then running off the ropes, leaping for a Hurricane style clothesline, Brunzel however cutting him off with a high dropkick, nailing him in the stomach! Faboon gasps, landing face first on the mat, as Brunzel turns him over, covering once again. 1....2...
Faboon kicks out. Jim quickly pulls him back by the head, but Faboon counters with a quick knee to the stomach, hunching Jim over, Faboon then leaping up and hitting a jumping Enziguri, nailing and dropping Brunzel to the mat. He quickly starts crawling over back to his tag partner, who has a big grin on his face, seeing as for once, he's not on the recieving end of an opponent team's punishment. Jim slowly rises back up, clutching the side of his head, just as Faboon tags out, Zelke charging full speed, nailing Jim with a leg lariat! He pops back up, charging and knocking Gagne down with a spinning wheel kick to the face, sending him tumbling to the outside, as the pink haired wonder giggles to himself, springing to the second rope, as Jim rises back up, Zeleke leaping off for a Blockbuster, catching and taking Jim down to the mat, himself landing on his feet, as he quickly goes right into a standing moonsault press. He goes for a cover. 1....2...
Brunzel kicks out. Zeleke quickly pulls him up, hitting a few quick kicks to Brunzel's sides, sending him staggering back a bit against the ropes. Zeleke then charges over, unleashing a relentless series of forearms, dazing his opponent further, then whipping him to the other side.He charges back, nailing Brunzel with another leg lariat, sending him down hard. Zeleke quickly runs over, tagging Faboon back in, who hoists Zeleke up in an atomic drop drop, dropping him legs first across Brunzel's throat, as he himself sits Jim up, running off the ropes, only for Gagne to grab his leg on the outside. He gets tripped up, Gagne, looking quite pleased, until he sees Zeleke charge and vault over the top with a somersault plancha, taking him down, Zeleke himself landing on his feet! Faboon gets back to his feet, charging again, looking for a Shining Wizard to Brunzel, who however manages to duck under it. Faboon lands in front of Jim, a bit dazed as Brunzel rises back up, grabbing and hoisting Faboon right into a Belly to Back Suplex, driving him into the mat! He then leaps up, dropping an elbow into the chest of his opponent, before going for a pin. 1....2..
Faboon kicks out! Jim quickly tugs him back to his feet, grabbing and hoisting him up for another Vertical Suplex, Faboon however countering, dropping down behind Jim and leaping up, nailing a jumping neckbreaker, planting Jim into the mat! He clutches at the neck, as Zeleke makes his way back to the apron, Faboon grinning and tagging back out, as the two loom over the fallen Brunzel, Faboon nailing him with a kick to the front as he rises, Zeleke following with one from behind, the two snapping off kick after kick, completing the Foot Frenzy! Jim groans, falling flat on the mat! Faboon then drops down on all fours, as Zeleke charges off the riopes, nailing Gagne with a baseball slide before he can do anything, sending him back down, then popping up again, charging back and leaping off Faboon's back, into a Shooting Star Press! Jim gasps in pain, clutching his chest, as Faboon grins, tugging him back to his feet, grabbing and taking him right into the Big Ostrich Balloon Blaster, planting him right into the mat! Zeleke quickly leaps atop, looking for the cover. 1....2.....
3!
Team Raft Shack is victorious over the High Flyers!
Announcer: Here are your winners.... Team Raft Shack!
The crowd cheers, as Zeleke leaps up, jumping up and down excitedly, bouncing around the ring like on some kind of invisible pogo stick, Faboon watching this with a bit of annoyance, quickly running out of the ring, dragging Zeleke along by the arm with him, who looks a bit surprised, wriggling and squirming wildly to escape, but to no avail, as we fade to the next segment.
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Limey
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It's been awhile.
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Post by Limey on Oct 5, 2007 19:07:12 GMT -5
*”RIP” hits, and the crowd get on their feet for the former EWT World Heavyweight Champion, Limey!!! He makes his way out of the green smoke-covered entranceway beneath the Toomi-Tron and throws up the horns as pyro shoots out!!!*
Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for ONE-FALL!! Introducing first, from Liverpool, England…weighing in at 15 stone, he is a former EWT World Heavyweight Champion, and an EWT Hall of Famer, “The British Brawling Machine”, LIMEY!!!!
*Limey slides into the ring, steps up to the turnbuckle and throws up the horns once more as the crowd pops once again! A voice, however, is suddenly heard on the tannoy…*
Voice: Hold up just one minute here…
*Jesse “The Body” Ventura makes his way out, microphone in hand. He receives a large amount of jeers as he does so.*
Ventura: Yeah, I’m talking to you, Limey! See, I’ve got a little bone to pick with you…
*We cut backstage to Mystery, watching this on a television screen. She appears to be upset at Jesse Ventura speaking this way to Limey…*
Ventura: I don’t like the way you always pay respect to those that don’t deserve it…a guy like you, you could have everything in this business like that…but you choose to hide behind “ability”, that gets you NOWHERE! You can’t get by on luck alone!!
*Limey is put back by this as Jesse gets into the ring.*
Ventura: You gotta know one thing here…whether you win, or lose, ALWAYS cheat! That’s the difference between a legend like myself…and a has-been like you!! Oh, and don’t worry…I’ll show you what I mean…rightnow!!!
*Jesse suddenly hits Limey with the microphone, downing him, before calling for the bell! Ventura immediately goes for the pin!!*
1, 2…
*Limey kicks out!! “The Body” is stunned, and stomps at Limey in fury. Whilst this is going on, we are shown backstage again, where Mystery is screaming at the television.*
Mystery: NOOO!!!! HOW DARE YOU HURT HIM!!! HOW DARE YOU!!!
*Mystery storms out of the backstage area as we cut back.*
*Ventura grabs Limey by the head, and pulls him up, working him over with a textbook front headlock, appealing to the crowd and showing off his physique. Limey fights back however, hitting some right hand blows to the gut of Ventura…but Jesse stops Limey dead in his tracks with a club to the back! Limey falls to his knees, as “The Body” releases the headlock, hitting a knee to the head of Limey, sending him to the mat! Limey rolls to his back, clutching at his head in pain as Jesse Ventura flexes, reminiscent of Flex Magnificent, before going to the leg of Limey, applying a standing heel hold! Ventura appeals to the crowd…but Limey suddenly brings Jesse down with a small package out of nowhere!!!*
1, 2…
*Jesse kicks out, stumbling to his feet…and getting hit with a dropkick from Limey! Limey mockingly flexes as the crowd pops!! Jesse gets to a seated position as Limey runs the ropes, coming back with a devastating Rave Kick!!!! The crowd chants “LET’S GO, LIMEY!!” as Limey appeals once more with a raise of the horns!! Limey goes for the head of Jesse Ventura…but gets hit with a thumb to the eye! The crowd boos as Jesse then trips Limey, and stomps the chest before taking the wrist of Limey and dragging him to the corner! Jesse then sets up the British Brawling Machine in the corner before stomping a mudhole and choking him with his boot…WAITAMINUTE…Mystery has made her way down to ringside! She rushes to the apron and climbs up it, screaming bloody murder at Jesse Ventura! Ventura, annoyed at this, stops his assault and moves over to the apron, infuriated at Mystery. Whilst this is going on, Limey, recovering from the assault, gets to his feet, and charges at the distracted Jesse, quickly applying a gutwrench!! Limey lifts…but Jesse holds onto the ropes, blocking the German Suplex…MYSTERY HITS A FOREARM TO THE FACE OF JESSE VENTURA!! Ventura is forced to let go of the ropes and take a powerful release German!! Limey gets to his feet, and glances over to Mystery, puzzled by her appearance, but quickly turning his attention to Jesse Ventura. Limey heads over to the lower body of “The Body”, taking the limbs and applying a Boston Crab. The crowd pops as Jesse Ventura is feeling the sting! Ventura reaches out in vain for the ropes and slaps the mat in frustration and agony! However, he continues to use his fantastic upper body strength to crawl forwards and reach out…and grab the ropes!! Limey is forced to let go!*
*Limey shrugs at this, and kicks Ventura to his back…Jesse reaches out to grab Limey by the throat and kicks him in the groin out of the referee’s sight!!! Limey falls to the mat as Ventura gets up, leaning against the ropes and calling for the Body Breaker…Mystery suddenly hits him square in the head with a steel chair!!! Ventura stumbles forward to the recovering Limey…who suddenly nails the TWIST O’ LIME!!!! Limey goes for the cover!!!*
1, 2, 3!!!
Winner: “The British Brawling Machine”, LIMEY!!!
*Limey celebrates…but Mystery suddenly slides into the ring, raising Limey’s hand in victory! Limey is still confused that Mystery is being so...uncharacteristically…nice. Mystery then suddenly lets go of Limey’s hand, turning her attention to the downed Jesse Ventura, locking in a Mandible Claw!!! She slams his head into the canvas over and over whilst screaming at him!*
Mystery: DON’T!! YOU!!! EVER!!! HURT!!! HIM!!! AGAIN!!!!
*Mystery then releases Ventura, breathing heavily with rage. She calms herself down before taking the microphone.*
Mystery: Limey…this was for you. You and I…are destiny…and I won’t allow anything to hurt you…
Heaven and heaven alone Can take your love from me 'Cause I'd be a fool To ever leave you dear And a fool I'd never be
You are my destiny You share my reverie You're more than life to me That's what you are
*Limey, getting uncomfortable with this, takes the microphone from Mystery.*
Limey: Thank you, Mystery…I appreciate the help.
*Limey takes the hand of Mystery, shaking it, before leaving the ringside.*
*We cut to the next segment…*
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Oct 5, 2007 22:22:11 GMT -5
*Toom E stands backstage.*
Geeze, this place has become a madhouse.
*Mystery comes walking by him, humming along. Toom E hollers at her.*
Hey Mystery, what gives? I thought you wanted out of here months ago?
Mystery: Your partner came to me. He came to me in a vision & told me there was something I needed here. Something he could give me. Something unfinished.
Toom E: What the hell could that idiot promise you?
*Mystery gets in Toom E's face.*
Mystery: Something you couldn't give me. Something you denied me months ago. Something I wanted to cherish, but you wouldn't allow it. Something that was in my grasp. And it was my destiny. Do you hear me? My destiny!!
Toom E: Hey, it's not my fault you no showed a pay per view. It's not my fault you no showed multiple times.
Mystery: That's not what it's about. I thought that's what it was about, but it's not. My destiny has been discovered.
Toom E: Mmmmkay...and, um, what is that destiny?
Mystery: Love Exciting and new Come aboard we're expecting you And love like sweetest rewards Let it flow It floats back too you The Love Boat Soon will be making another run The Love Boat Promises something for everyone Set a course for adventure your mind on a new romance and love won't hurt anymore
*Mystery walks away, humming to herself with a smile on her face.*
Toom E: Where do they find them?? And why do they keep sending them to me??
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Indigocrates
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I got bored. Decided to become a philosopher. Just 'cause.
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Post by Indigocrates on Oct 6, 2007 12:16:36 GMT -5
*Cut to the ring, where Shawn Michaels awaits his opponent. Suddenly, a stray German Shepard charges into the ring and begins mauling Shawn Michaels! Shawn begins begging and shrieking for assistance, when security charges down to the ring, and attempt to restrain the stray dog. Cut to next segment.*
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TJT
AC Slater
It's fun to be perfect.
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Post by TJT on Oct 6, 2007 12:54:10 GMT -5
*Backstage, TJT are watching the event unfolding, from the safety of a 60-inch bigscreen TV. The sounds of Michaels wailing and the dog attacking him can be heard.*
Jupiter: Well, I don't think Shawn Michaels is in any form to--
*A shriek from Michaels, with a tearing sound, can be heard. All three of TJT go into a state of shock, wincing at what the viewers at home can't see.*
Terina: Ummm yeah, I don't think we're facing them now. Yet another week...
Thunder: GOES TO T-J-T! YEEEEESSSS!
Jupiter: Even better, since Jim and myself here have dressed up for in-ring competition, well, time to go out and make some public appearances.
Terina: Hmmm, they're good for PR, at the very least.
Jupiter: Exactly! I'm gonna call up Jack and see if he wants to--
Terina: NO.
Thunder: *laughing* You're still sore about that one, huh?
Terina: He's NOT coming.
Jupiter: Oh, I'm sure he's secretly impotent. But he should still join us, just so he can learn how to act like a human being.
*Terina shrugs and walks off with Jim, as Jason dials his cell phone. FADE OUT.*
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TJT
AC Slater
It's fun to be perfect.
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Post by TJT on Oct 6, 2007 13:02:47 GMT -5
*Backstage, the three of TJT--and Jack Jupiter--are walking through the corridors.*
Terina: I know you guys kinda got a bye, but great work last week, boys!
Thunder: Cha, baby! Textbook work at the end of the match, Jason. Caught him completely off-guard with that punch.
Jupiter: Hey, I'm stronger than I thought!
*the three begin to laugh, then Jack pokes his head between Jason and Terina from behind*
Jack: What about me? What about the REAL Jack Jupiter?
Terina: You mean the REAL vulture? The REAL cockroach? The REAL itch that never goes away?
Jack: No I...uh....agh. You got me there. *he becomes sullen*
Jupiter: Hey cuz, you gotta understand, we don't hate ya for what you did last week.
Terina: I do...
Jupiter: Well I don't. Ya know Jack, I can't say I've never tried. Me and Jim, we both have. Never worked, so we've given up for now.
Thunder: Yeah Jack, chin up. You're not quite as awesome as your cousin, or myself, but hey, maybe you should EXPAND your HORIZONS!
Jack: To who?
Terina: Anyone but me. *rolls eyes*
Thunder: Anyone that you like! ANYONE!
Terina: Except me.
Thunder: Right! Just find someone you like, Jack, that isn't Terri here, and you'll be off to the right foot!
Jack: But what are the odds?
Jupiter: I'm texting a man in Vegas right now...$2500 that Jack doesn't get a date this week, like any other.
Thunder: Wow, they pay THAT well for GOOD odds?
Jupiter: You'd be surprised; I have some nice connections.
Terina: Really? I might be interested in this...
Jupiter: ...he just texted back and said he might be interested in "working" with you.
Terina: ...what does he look like?
Jupiter: Short, stout, with long black hair and bushy black mustache. Hails from Santa Fe.
Terina: ...I think I'd rather not...
Jupiter: ...I just texted him..........he texted back....."Not surprised," he says.
Thunder: Does he take horse racing?
Jupiter: Oh yeah. He does.
Thunder: SIGN ME UP!
*Jack slowly falls behind, and looks in a mirror, as his "friends" continue walking by, not noticing his absense.*
Jack: *sigh* I think I look alright...but nobody believes me...nobody really likes me. It's times like this...that I wish I was back in CAAPW and cracking skulls...
*Tiffany walks by attempting to keep her oversized implants within the tight restraints of her top which is seemingly held on her by tiny spaggheti strands. She's carrying a purse in her hand, she fumbles around in it for change for the Coke machine across the hall from the mirror Jack is looking into. Jack catches sight of this in the mirror.*
Jack: [quietly] Whooooa...
*Tiffany takes a sly glance over her shoulder & notices Jack doing the same. She takes a bit of time inserting the coins into the machine... & then instead of simply bending over to retrieve her beverage of choice, she does the splits. Her ridiculously tight jeans manage to remain intact as she does so. She gets back to her feet agin & approaches Jack, casually sipping on the Diet Coke she just opened.*
Tiffany: Say, could you hold these for me for a sec?
*Jack is flabbergasted, until she hands him her Coke can & her purse. Without saying a word, Jack holds out his hands as Tiffany gives him the items. She takes a scrunchy out of the purse & proceeds to tie her hair back, making sure that she pushes her bust out as far as possible in doing so. She takes the items back off Jack who has stood dumbfounded for the past few seconds.*
Tiffany: Thanks a bunch, Misteeeeeeerrrrrr...?
*Jack suddenly realizes she's waiting for him to speak.*
Jack: Oh... Jupiter. Jack Jupiter... THE REAL Jack Jupiter!
Tiffany: There's a fake Jack Jupiter? I'm Tiffany, by the way...
*She extends a hand for a handshake.*
Tiffany: ... Nice meeting you, Misteeeeeeerrrrrr...?
*Jack is confused. But he reciprocates the handshake nonetheless.*
Jack: Ummm... Jack Jupiter... THE REAL Jack Jupiter!
Tiffany: There's a fake Jack Jupiter?
Jack: Didn't we just have this conversation?
Jack: Didn't we just have this conversation? You're uh...Tiffany. And I'm uhm.....what's my...JACK JUPITER! THE REAL JACK JUPITER! There IS a fake Jack Jupiter. I found out about it one day and he got angry at me and.....I'm rambling. *he huffs*
*Tiffany giggles slightly at Jack stumbling over his words & playfully gives him a light shove. Jack cocks an eyebrow... Is this girl into him?*
Tiffany: Oh my God! You are, like, so funny!
Jack: Well, y'know, I don't really strive to be. Just that a lot of stuff I say, strikes people as being funny when I'm really being totally serious.
*Tiff stares blankly for a while, then bursts into laughter. Jack is slightly hurt & a little offended, but laughs along to avoid losing the girl's interest.*
Tiffany: Ha... You just don't stop do you? And you sound so natural when you say it.
Jack: Well... it's a gift, I guess. Trademark Jupiter sense of humor anallinanyways...
*Awkward silence*
Tiffany: Well, I have to go. I've, like, got matches to get ready for & stuff.
*She moves to leave. Jack stumbles with his words for a moment.*
Jack: Tiffany, wait...
*She stops & turns to face Jack again*
Jack: Y'know, I was just wonderin’….uh…if you’re in a good mood and ya win your match, if you were interested in going with me after the show and getting a um…coffee?
Tiffany: Sure, whatever. I know I can totally win this one, it's a total walk in the cake!
Jack: You mean cakewalk? Or walk in the park, right?
Tiffany: Huh?
Jack: Just forget it, go get ready, I'll see ya later
*Tiff leaves. Jack dances like Snoopy in "A Charlie Brown Christmas".*
Jack: OH YEAH! I’VE STILL GOT IT!
*He runs off to meet back up with his comrades, and the camera fades out.*
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Post by DieShiguya on Oct 7, 2007 12:32:11 GMT -5
*Static cues into a disturbingly bright area of what is probably the arena. Standing there is an equally white Die Shiguya, his purple guitar and black/ with purple lined amps plugged in as usual for his appearances. Although, in a bit more unusual statement toward this asylum-like room...stands Madison the Clown Girl, back into her rainbow-vomit glory attire. Shiguya flashes a smile at her before hitting a chord and beginning.
Just what am I lifting, I wonder? Just what couldn't I lift, I wonder? Although ever since then I've tried questioning myself, No matter how many times the door to my heart is knocked on Even if deep inside my chest my heartstrings are pulled out to look at
All that will come out will only be pleasant memories of fun.. It's simply that, I think, I've always loved you. That's all, although it's just that, that was all that was in me. And even now, I love you unchangingly, so soon....
~Madison clasps her hands together as a dreamy sigh escapes from her. She realizes it's her turn to carry on with the song and promptly vanishes from the screen. She returns with an accordion strapped to her body and takes a moment to clear her throat so her voice of a thousand angels can be heard properly~
My Rice Krispie has gone staaaaaaaale.. 'Cause I left it out too looooooooong.. And now it tastes like potty waaaaaater.. Or what I imagine potty water to taste liiiiiiiiiike.. 'Cause I don't drink outta toileeeeeeeets..
~Perhaps the only thing worse than her singing is her playing. Weird Al would be most displeased. She beams a wide smile up at Die~
Who gives her a most ponderous glance, sculpted eyebrow raised. His face searches her for a momentary, pregnant second, before he smoothly shrugs and continues on.
My heart unchanged always lied with you... even with those happenings I know you do... To cause this, my hellfire, my desire And a dark, forbidden ire... To look at you is to, make me ache and yet your love, I wish to take
The pleasures in pain-
~He stops, and gives a modest nudge at the damn-near drooling girl by his side. Madison drops her accordion to the ground as it makes a loud crash. The harlequin flashes two thumbs up before darting away to find another instrument. This time she reaches with a banjo and gives it a few plucks before breaking out into song~
Blueberry, blackberry, raspberry, strawberry! Blueberry, blackberry, raspberry, strawberry! Funky, funny, playground! Merry, merry go-round! Funky, funny, playground! Merry, merry go-ROUND!
~Moving her arm in a class windmill guitar playing style, a few strings snap off. She blinks down at the busted instrument before casting it aside in the same fashion as the other: loudly.~
*Shigua smiles at her, and pats her on the head for her.. attempt... before going back into his song.*
The pleasures in pain make my mind get sanity regained and, in regards, to, your beautiful hurt you make my heart's palpitations...sleep inert So my beautiful haunted.. So the love in your eyes, make it, not pretend..
~This time Madison only pulls out a small, steel triangle and begins to strike it wildly~
Madison: Triangle goes ping! Ping, ping! Ping ping ping ping ping ping ping PING PING PING PING!
Shiguya places his guitar gently down, raises an eyebrow to the un-glumified harlequin before he shrugs, smiles, and snaps his fingers for the camera to go to static.
FADE.
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