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Post by Hensley on Oct 12, 2007 23:16:39 GMT -5
*Sum Guy rushes outside of the building, with his microphone in hand, as a limo approaches.*
Sum Guy: Ladies and gents, we are about to meet our latest recruits. They've come all the way from California, and here they are now!
*Williams steps out of the vehicle with a devilish smirk across his face. Leonard files out from behind carrying all of their baggage.*
Sum Guy: Mr. Williams, please, allow me to be the first to welcome you to-
*Williams raises his hand in front of the reporter's face. Leonard rushes up, dropping everything, and yanks the microphone away.*
"Hotter Than Hell" Jacob Leonard: Do you have any idea who you are speaking to?
*Sum Guy slowly shakes his head from side to side putting a definitive frown upon Williams' face. He tears the device away from his associate and glares directly into the smaller individual's eyes.*
"Iron Man" Mike Williams: I am "Iron Man" Mike Williams. It would seem to me that this once place of glory has begun to crumble through several hardships. Well, you might call me your savior.
*The frown disappears and is replaced with another lovely smile.*
Williams: You see, I've come to do what every other performer here has come to do. Capture your gold. Call me a pirate if you wish, mate, but no matter the duration, the effort, or the will that shall be needed...
*He grasps Sum Guy by the collar and pulls him up against himself.*
Williams: ...I will see fit that I am not just your savior, but your champion.
*Williams drops the recorder and curls up one of his fists. Just then, many alumni start to circle in on the happening, and Williams reluctantly releases his grip, sending Sum Guy to the floor.*
*Everyone stares blankly at the duo as Williams marches past them all, followed by Leonard carrying all the gear once more. Slowly, he turns to all of them, bringing the microphone up to his lips again.*
Leonard: CHEA SUCKAZ!
*Leonard barks then tosses everything down again and speeds off just as one of the guys flinches in his direction.*
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Post by India's Most Wanted on Oct 14, 2007 10:14:56 GMT -5
*Bagpipes hit. The crowd give the plucky young Scotsmen a very welcome pop as the Celts in Kilts make their way out. Kevin is hobbling slightly after Team Domination's attack, and is somewhat supported by Teddy...but Kevin shows heart, and assures Teddy that he wants to fight!!*
Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for ONE-FALL! Introducing first, from Scotland! They are the team of Teddy Graham and Kevin Graham, THE CELTS...IN...KILTS!!!!
*The Scotsmen enter the ring, and appeal to the crowd, Kevin stopping slightly to clutch at his gut.*
*Rudra's "Aham Brahmasmi" hits, and the crowd begin booing. India's Most Wanted make their way out, decked in synthetic trenchcoats and sunglasses. Jayant Monsoon is drinking a Cobra Beer in preparation. Kuresh Harishandra is just staring at the ring all focused.*
Chimel: Their opponents, from Ludhiana and Siliguri, India...at a total combined weight of 499 pounds...they are the team of Jayant Monsoon and Kuresh Harishandra...INDIA'S MOST WANTED!!!!
*IMW make their way to the ring, heading to the corner and jumping the ropes, immediately rushing the Celts in Kilts with forearms to the head with Kuresh handling Kevin and Jayant attacking Teddy with ferocity! Teddy falls through the middle rope to the apron, hanging on and pulling himself up...but Jayant Monsoon catches him with a neckbreaker, sending him to the outside!! Jayant and Kuresh then turn their attention to Kevin, grabbing him by the head and dragging him to the ropes. They perform a double Irish Whip, hoping for a double clothesline...Kevin ducks this and runs the ropes!!! IMW turn...and get him with a double flying shoulder block!!! Kuresh Harishandra rolls to his corner as Kevin unloads onto Jayant Monsoon with many clubs to the back!! Kevin then appeals to the very appreciative crowd!!*
*Kevin takes a breather for a second, before rising and grabbing the Punjabi Rajah by the head, using his giant frame to chuck Jayant with a sumo throw, delivering Jayant to the corner. Jayant lifts himself up...only to be hit with an avalanche splash by Kevin! Jayant stumbles out as Kevin Graham bounces off the ropes, hitting a STIFF clothesline!!! Kevin Graham is on fire as the crowd give him much deserved props!!! Jayant takes his time to get to his feet...before suddenly turning to Teddy Graham on the outside apron, and shoving him!!! Teddy, feeling a Celtic rage, tries to enter the ring, and is stopped by the ref...just as Kuresh Harishandra catches Kevin Graham on the outside, wrapping his Rumal cloth around the neck!!! Kevin is choking, and the referee doesn't know anything about it!!! This gives Monsoon the chance to get up to his feet. Harishandra releases Graham, who stumbles out to be hit with the Spinning Tandoori Diner slam!!!! Jayant hooks the leg as the referee notices this!*
1, 2...
*Teddy Graham rushes in to break the pin up! Jayant is annoyed, but does nothing, instead lifting the big Celt up and performing an Irish Whip, sending Kevin to IMW's corner! Kevin is planted, as Jayant charges in with a Sydal-style turnbuckle clothesline, tagging in the Wild Tiger!! Monsoon lifts up Kevin Graham onto the top rope as Kuresh Harishandra enters, and delivers a chop to the chest of Kevin Graham as he's planted. Kuresh then grabs the wrists of the gigantic Celt....bringing him down for the Himalaya Drop!!! Harishandra hooks the ankles of Kevin Graham with his limbs, leaning back and grabbing hold of Jayant Monsoon's extended wrists for extra leverage!!!! The ref is oblivious!!!!!!*
1, 2...
*KEVIN KICKS OUT!!! IMW are stunned and furious, all at the same time! Harishandra stomps down onto Kevin, before taking the arm of Graham and pushing it straight up in a Fujiwara Armbar! Kevin is pained...but quickly scrambles his feet to the ropes, hooking them for the rope break...Jayant Monsoon springboards over for an elbow drop onto the leg!!! The crowd boo fiercely to IMW, chanting "Celts in Kilts!!!" to try and rally Kevin!! Monsoon jeers the crowd's attempts as Kuresh hits a few more stomps to the back of the already injured Kevin Graham, before picking him up to his feet. Jayant Monsoon approaches Kevin Graham with a suplex, trying to lift Kevin onto Harishandra's shoulders for the Taj Mahal...Kevin puts on the brakes to a huge pop!!! Kuresh clubs the back of Kevin Graham and then goes over to the other side of the gigantic Celt, going for a double suplex! IMW lift...but Kevin is too heavy...and powerful, lifting both members of IMW over his head!!!! The crowd massively pop the big man!!!*
*Kevin rushes after both IMW members with a headbutt to Kuresh, and a forearm shot to Jayant as the two members keep rising to their feet! Kevin then grabs both members by the throat...IMW deliver a double kick to the gut of Kevin, doubling him up...just as Teddy hops into the ring onto Kevin's back, running onto Jayant Monsoon with a hurricanrana!!! Harishandra is gobsmacked by this, leaving him open for a Northern Lights Suplex by Kevin Graham!!! Teddy and Kevin take Jayant by the head and toss him out of the ring before turning their attention to Kuresh Harishandra! Kevin and Teddy lock arms before coming at Kuresh with a double short-arm clothesline, before Teddy asks for Kevin’s assistance…Kevin hoists Teddy up with a suplex-esque maneuver, dropping him with a splash onto Kuresh Harishandra…but Teddy’s not the legal man! Teddy goes to the corner and gets in through the ropes, quickly tagging himself in as Kevin goes to the outside…unaware that Harishandra appears to be loading his Rumal with a single Rupee coin…Harishandra wraps the Rumal around his fist…and as Teddy approaches him Harishandra smashes the loaded fist right in the face of Teddy Graham! Teddy is down!!! Kevin attempts to enter the ring…but Jayant Monsoon, still on the outside, hops to the apron and throws him from the apron to the floor with a Cobra 0.0%!!!!! The big Celt is down as the crowd chant “HOLY ****!!!”*
*Back in the ring, Kuresh Harishandra has got the downed Teddy in the TTK submission hold!! Teddy’s forehead has been busted wide open! Teddy tries to maneuver to the ropes…but they’re so far away! The crowd claps their hands to try and give Teddy momentum!! Teddy swivels his body around, trying to get his feet to the ropes…Teddy gets his foot on the bottom rope!!! The crowd pop…but Kuresh keeps the hold applied!!! The ref counts at Kuresh!!*
1, 2…
*The Wild Tiger begrudgingly releases the hold! Harishandra takes the head of Teddy Graham…but Teddy trips the leg!!! Teddy immediately hops over the body of Kuresh Harishandra for a bridge!!!*
1, 2…
*Harishandra kicks out, and gets to his knees…but gets nailed with a shining wizard!!! Teddy then runs the ropes once more, coming back with a running shooting star!!! Teddy has blood streaming down his face, but has none of his fighting spirit shaken as he measures Harishandra up, looking for the Kilt Slam!! The ref is checking on Harishandra as Teddy backs off to the ropes to get some momentum…MONSOON NAILS HIM WITH THE COBRA BEER BOTTLE!!!! Teddy is knocked right back down!! Harishandra, recovering now, approaches the downed Teddy Graham, and climbs the turnbuckle as Monsoon and Kevin continue to brawl on the outside…Harishandra then comes off the top turnbuckle with the GANGES DIVE!!! GANGES DIVE CONNECTS!!! Harishandra goes for the cover!!*
1, 2, 3!
Winners: India’s Most Wanted.
*Harishandra gets his hand raised in victory…but notices Kevin Graham on the outside getting the brawling advantage over Jayant Monsoon….the Wild Tiger then goes over to the ropes, getting his Rumal out…and wrapping it around the neck of Kevin Graham!! Harishandra then takes Kevin by the throat, and pulls him into the ring, still choking him! The Punjabi Rajah enters the ring as Harishandra shoves Kevin Graham into Jayant Monsoon, who locks in a Tazzmission…as Harishandra runs the ropes, IMW perform the PAINLESS EXECUTION TO KEVIN GRAHAM!!!! The crowd boo India’s Most Wanted mercilessly as they leave Kevin and Teddy in the centre of the ring. *
*We cut to a commercial.*
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Post by teamireland on Oct 15, 2007 16:03:59 GMT -5
The ominous sounding opening strains of "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" start playing & the crowd turns their attention towards the entrance ramp, booing in that general direction as they are aware that at least one member of Team Ireland is about to enter. Their boos are soon justified as Coach O'Hare appears first on the entrance ramp, waving that Hurley of his about. He's followed shortly by Team Ireland's Captain, Aidan Donnelly, holding an Irish Tricolour over his head & shoulders; then his tag-team partner, Sean McCann, clad in a white vest with matching pants & sporting a nifty looking pair of shades. With all three men assembled at the top of the ramp, they continue on their way to the ring, Aidan tightly clutching his Tricolour all the way.
Announcer: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, accompanied by Coach Pat O'Hare,proudly representing their home country of Ireland, at a combined weight of 396lbs, "The Don Juan of Donegal" Sean McCann & Captain Aidan Donnelly... Team Ireland!
The Green, White & Gold pyro explodes at the top of the ramp, Aidan holds the Tricolour up behind his head, stretching his arms out to their fullest before placing the flag down over his shoulders only. O'Hare also stretches out the Tricolour attached to his Hurley. The Irelanders slip into the ring, heading over to their corner, as they look at each other, perhaps discussing strategy. Aidan rolls up his Tricolour & places it on the canvas & Sean removes his vest, tossing it out to the audience where some monstrous looking woman catches it, she blows a kiss towards McCann & he shoots a wink in her direction. Then Apache pumps out of the Toomitron, as the lights grow dim, lasers and random spotlights appear everywhere, as in a puff of purple smoke, Team Ireland's opponents emerge, each in a handstand position. They start walking with ease down the rampway as quick as they can, which is pretty darn fast. O Hare notices the pink haired guy and immediately dives behind the steel steps, not wanting any of the fiend's... affection.
Announcer: And their opponents, from Foreign Alien Island, at a combined weight of 399 pounds, Zeleke and Faboon, Team Raft Shack!
The Raft Shackians stops in front of the ring, flipping to their feet and quickly rolling inside, Faboon licking his lips, as Zeleke attempts to touch his nose with tongue, failing miserably. The two bop around the ring as they do so, stopping in their corner. Faboon shoves Zeleke to the outside apron, patting his head with a scowl, before spinning around, gazing back over at Aidan, whose starting off for Team Ireland. The two start circling the ring as the bell sounds, charging in and locking up. Aidan quickly pushes Faboon into the nearby corner, holding them there until the referee demands a break. Being the upstanding citizen he is, Aidan does so, then delivers a punch right to the head! Faboon grasps slightly as Donnelly grabs him for a snap suplex, Faboon however blocking it, delivering a knee to the gut, then another to the face! Aidan stumbles back as Faboon charges, hitting a flying forearm and knocking him down, the former quickly kipping up, as he pulls Aidan up, taking him into a quick jawbreaker, then grabbing and pulling him over to tag in Zeleke. Zeleke giggles, stepping back, hitting a jumping Enziguri to Aidan, who hits the mat, clutching his head again. Zeleke quickly yanks him up, hitting a few quick kicks to his opponent, before tagging Faboon back in, taking Aidan down with a fireman's carry as Faboon springs off the ropes with a slingshot leg drop! He quickly looks for a cover. 1....2
Aidan kicks out. Faboon pulls him back up, whipping him off the ropes, only for Aidan to counter, catching Faboon as he comes back with an overhead belly to belly, looking back at Sean on the outside with a smirk. He then turns around into a spinning wheel kick, Faboon landing on his feet! He cackles down at Aidan, before walking over and tagging out again, grabbing Zeleke and launching him with a Monkey Flip, who splashes atop Aidan! He quickly goes for a cover. 1...2.
Aidan kicks out again. Zeleke giggles, leaning down and... smooching the Team Captain's forehead, who looks on in horror, rolling quickly out of the ring for now, the referee beginning a ten count. Zeleke however doesn't want to wait, charging and leaping over the top rope with a somersault plancha, Aidan quickly sidestepping, as Zeleke also lands on his feet, but turns around into a nasty clothesline from Aidan! He hits the mat, as Aidan yanks him up, grabbing and driving Zeleke face first into the barricade, before rolling him back into the ring, the crowd booing. Aidan has had enough of the Raft Shackians and their antics, as he pulls the pink haired one back up, snapping off a quick Implant DDT. He then turns Zeleke around, driving a forearm into his face as he makes a cover. 1....2..
Zeleke kicks out. Aidan simply yanks him back up, unleashing a brutal knife edge chop to the chest, sending Zeleke staggering back. He follows with another, another, and another still, backing Zeleke into his corner, as he tags in Sean. Sean springs off the ropes himself, swinging in midair and cracking Zeleke in the face with a missile dropkick, sending him slumped down in the turnbuckle. Sean walks over, delivering some quick kicks in the corner, using his boot to shove Zeleke's head back against the turnbuckle, quickly tagging back in Aidan. Aidan grabs Zeleke for a vertical suplex, as Sean hops onto the top turnbuckle, leaping off for a crossbody, as Aidan sends him crashing down! Zeleke whinces at this move, Sean rolling out of the ring as Aidan makes a cover. 1.....2...
Zeleke kicks out. Aidan delivers a few quick stomps across the face, not very happy about that, tugging Zeleke up once again, grabbing and driving a few knees into his face, then pulling Zeleke quickly into a Sit out Facebuster, driving him again into the mat. He pulls him back up, quickly applying a front face lock, locking his hands and beginning to squeeze the empty head of his opponent, who looks on in pain. Aidan keeps the hold locked on tight, then breaks it himself, pulling Zeleke into a snapmare, as he makes a cover. 1....2..
Zeleke kicks out again. Aidan rises back up, tagging Sean back in, who grabs and delivers a few quick forearms to Zeleke's face, then grabbing and driving his face back into the turnbuckle a few times. Zeleke groans, as Sean spins him around, grabbing him for a bulldog. Zeleke however counters in mid run, throwing Sean off! He quickly runs to tag, Sean however dropping him almost instantly with a drop toe hold. Zeleke clutches his face again, as Sean hops back up, grabbing and pulling Zeleke back over to their corner of the ring, as Aidan tags in, walking over and setting Zeleke up for a Curb Stomp, Sean however finishing the move with a double footed stomp to the back of the head, driving Zeleke face first into the canvas! He yelps in pain, as O Hare looks on the outside, a huge grin on his face to see his boys beating these monstrosities. Aidan pulls Zeleke up, only to get a few quick punches to the gut, causing him to let go a bit, as Zeleke backs up and goes for a cross body, Aidan simply cutting him off with a dropkick to the chest! He looks at Faboon, climbing atop for the cover. 1....2....
NO! Zeleke manages to get the shoulder up. Aidan looks quite annoyed at this as he looks over at Sean, signaling to him, who nods, the two tagging out again, as they hoist Zeleke up onto the top turnbuckle, both men climbing up after, as they look at one another and nod, grabbing Zeleke for some Aer Lingus! However manages to fight out, punching his way free, then shoving both men off the top to the canvas below! He takes a quick breath, as they both Team Irelanders rise up, Zeleke then leaping off and catching him with a two man DDT! Aidan and Sean's face bounce hard off the mat, as they gasp in pain. Zeleke looks on in joy, quickly crawling as fast as he can over towards his tag team partner, Faboon watching and holding his hand out for that tag, actually wanting to beat these guys. In mid crawl, Sean crawling after him and grabbing a hold of his leg, tugging him right back. Zeleke looks on in horror, as Faboon has had enough, hopping into the ring and charging over, delivering a flipping senton across Sean's back! He gasps in pain, allowing Zeleke to slip free, Faboon quickly heading back to the ring corner, as Sean rises up, charging and grabbing Zeleke by the leg once again, tugging him to his feet, Zeleke however looking on with fury, snapping off an Enziguri and knocking McCann down! He then lunges forward and tags in Faboon!
Faboon vaults into the ring, leaping at the rising Sean with a Leg Lariat taking him down! He rolls back to his feet, charging and knocking Aidan back down with a running dropkick, sending him over the top rope to the outside! Faboon then nods, as Sean rises back up, jumping back then letting forth a Super Kick! Sean acks, dropping to the mat, as Faboon rolls him over, looking for the pin! 1....2...
Sean kicks out. Faboon looks quite annoyed, as he hops up, hitting a flipping leg drop across the neck, Sean grasping the throat now, as he rises back up, Faboon following with a quick sweep kick, taking him back off his feet, as he charges full speed, springing off the ropes for a moonsault, Sean however rolling out of the way, sending Faboon crashing back into the mat. He clutches the chest, as Sean gets back up, tugging Fab up quickly, quickly hitting a stunner, keeping hold, as he leaps up for a Donegal Drop! Faboon however catches him in mid move and hits a desperation Brainbuster! Sean yelps in pain, Faboon groaning a bit himself, as he slowly pushes back to his feet, walking over and hopping onto the top turnbuckle, positioning himself as Sean rises, when Aidan quickly runs over, shoving Faboon off the top! The crowd boos, the referee having been distracted by O Hare in the meantime. Sean rises back up, looking at the downed Faboon, then grinning hopping back atop the top turnbuckle himself, waiting for him to rise, then leaping off with a high crossbody, connecting, Faboon however rolling through for a pin! 1.....2....
NO! Aidan runs in and quickly breaks this one up. Sean looks in shock how close he came to losing, as he pulls Faboon back up, sending him off into the turnbuckle, charging full speed for a Stinger Splash, the white haired one however managing to slip out of the way, sending Sean crashing head first into the turnbuckle! He groans, as Aidan tags himself in quickly, charging and taking Faboon down with a clothesline from behind before he can recover. Aidan tugs Faboon up from around the waist, pulling him up into a German Suplex, sending him overhead! However Faboon manages to land on his feet, charging and taking Aidan down with a bulldog! O Hare looks on in shock, as Zeleke nods eagerly, reaching out for the tag. Faboon starts crawling over towards the corner, as Aidan clutches his face, rising back up and charging after, leaping for an elbow drop across the back, Faboon however seeing it coming, rolling out of the way! Aidan crashes into the mat, as Faboon quickly crawls over, leaping and tagging in Zeleke!
Zeleke hops into the ring, nodding, as he charges, taking the rising Aidan down with a Hurracanrana! Aidan rises back up, as Zeleke charges again, hitting a stomachblower, sending Donnelly hunched over. Zeleke then runs off the ropes, leaping up for a mushroom stomp off the back, then leaping off that back, into a high scissors kick! The crowd cheers loudly, as Zeleke clasps his hands in victory, waving them about. He then quickly pulls Aidan back up, snapping off a jumping neckbreaker, taking Aidan back down, as he quickly leaps atop for the cover. 1....2.....
NO! Aidan gets the shoulder up. Zeleke looks on in shock, as he tugs Aidan back up, only for the Team Ireland captain to punch his way free, then grabbing and launching Zeleke overhead with a Northern Lights Suplex, bridging for the pin! 1....2....3
NO! Faboon runs in and hits a double footed stomp across the chest, putting Aidan flat on his back! Sean quickly runs in, leaping at Faboon with a dropkick, who quickly rolls underneath it! Sean rises back up, turning around right into a Hurricane Style Clothesline, taking him back down! Zeleke meanwhile rises up, Aidan aiming a chop, but the pink haired man catching it, pulling Aidan into a Downward Spiral! He quickly climbs atop for a cover. 1....2....3
STILL NO! Aidan gets the shoulder up, as Zeleke holds his hair in horror. He quickly charges over, springing to the top turnbuckle, clutching his face a bit, which still smarts, as he measures his man. However as he's doing so, O Hare, Hurley in hand climbs onto the apron, looking to stop him. Faboon however scouts this quickly, grabbing Sean by the legs and slingshotting him right into O Hare, knocking him to the outside, Sean landing back on the mat, clutching his skull. as Aidan rises back up slowly, Faboon charging over and taking him right into a Big Ostrich Balloon Blaster! Aidan gasps in pain, rolling over just in time to recieve a Lemon with a Twist of Mango! Aidan gasps in pain, clutching the throat, as Zeleke looks on in shock, making the cover. 1....2.....
3!!!
Raft Shack beats Team Ireland! Raft Shack beats Team Ireland!
Announcer: Here are your winners... Team Raft Shack!
O Hare looks inside the ring, looking to blow a gasket, as the Raft Shackians both celebrate, leaping up, down, and all around the ring, as Aidan and Sean both roll out of the ring, O Hare giving them both a vicious verbal berating, as they simply nod, also looking quite embarrassed. They turn back towards the ring, giving an almost deadly gaze.
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Post by Mystery on Oct 16, 2007 9:04:46 GMT -5
* Carla Woe is walking backstage. She approaches the locker room to speak with her tag team partner, Mystery. As she steps in, she notices the locker room is dark with candlelight being the only site. Carla walks around, looking for a light switch. As she finds it to turn on, she is shocked by what she sees…a sort of home built shrine to Limey in the corner. Pictures of Limey cover the wall. Any picture that features Limey with a female has the face either scribbled out or covered by a picture of Mystery’s face. A Limey action figure sits atop a cake, next to what appears to be a homemade Mystery figure. Mystery is nowhere to be seen. As Carla turns to leave in shock, she bumps into Mystery.*
Mystery: Can I help you Carla?
Carla: Um, I was just coming to talk to you.
Mystery: About?
Carla: Our, um, match. Dorf has changed the match to a Texas Tornado Match.
Mystery: That’s fine.
Carla: Crazy question…but, um, what’s all this?
Mystery: It’s my business, not yours. It doesn’t concern you. It concerns my destiny. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have our tag match to get ready for. And I will be honest…I don’t like you…but that won’t prevent me from doing what needs to be done.
* Mystery walks away & heads to her shrine as Carla just looks on. Mystery stands in front of it:*
Someday, somewhere, somehow I know that I will be with you Someday, somewhere, somehow My dreams of us together will come true Someday, somewhere, somehow
Not a second ticks off the clock that you don't cross my mind And with every beat of my heart I'm by your side
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Post by Poutine is Awesome Food! on Oct 17, 2007 16:56:02 GMT -5
Janus "The Hundredth Meridian" Marine will NOT job to the jobbers of The EWT and will run the EWT over with lawn mowers and will be dominant. Be Ready you'll never now what will hit you. Fear Janus "The Hundredth Meridian" Marine www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngP9_AjV6FcJanus "The Hundredth Meridian' Marine is Managed by Billy Silver. p.s. sorry for not posting this in this thread, I guess I'm not used to this board yet.
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Ratings
Dennis Stamp
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Post by Ratings on Oct 18, 2007 15:47:11 GMT -5
EWT ARENA – BACKSTAGE
SUM GUY is shown standing before the video camera, microphone ready and stupid grin that you just want to punch the crap out of plastered on his face.
Sum: “I’m Sum Guy, and I’m the only one who can’t tell fish biscuits and curry apart. But enough about my mental retardation; I am being joined by one half of Elite Perfection and the opponent of Maelstrom come Survival of the Fittest—Ratings!”
Moments later, Ratings walks into frame; dressed in a dark grey two piece suit with a violet dress shirt and matching color Designer sunglasses. While most EWT fans know him for his unbearably cocky attitude, Ratings appears to be quite businesslike in both appearance and emotion.
Sum: “Ratings, you have away from EWT television for almost a month? Would you care to tell us where you have been all this time?”
Sum directs his microphone towards Ratings who looks at the punching bag of an announcer with a scowl.
Ratings: “That’s it? That’s your first question? You’re not going to ask me about Elite Perfection? Nothing relating to my match with Maelstrom at Survival of the Fittest? Just “where’ve you been, Ratings?” That’s your big opening question?”
Sum stammers to come up with a reply, but timidly shrugs his shoulders. Ratings takes a moment to scratch his chin in deep though before snickering into the mic.
Ratings: “You asked the right question, Sum. I don’t need to waste time answering your clichéd inquires, so I’ll get right to the point. Truth be told, I’ve been back home in Palm Springs healing an injury that I sustained at Old School by Maelstrom. But it was during that time out of the ring where I was able to look back at my career in EWT. You see, Sum, it dawned on me that I have been here since May of 2006 and what do I have to show of my accomplishments, my feats, my achievements? Nothing. Sure I have defeated some of the biggest names associated with EWT: Spaz, Dorf, Merc, Joe Ragnal; the list goes on but victories like those can only get so much attention before people look to next piece of headline news. My goal since day one in EWT was to be EWT Heavyweight Champion. That is not a delusion of grandeur, that is destiny-to-come. But you know what I did, Sum? I made an error? I became careless. I allowed inferior athletes like Merc, Mike Ragnal & Joe One reign over EWT when I could have taken the title *snaps his fingers* just like that. I allowed them to toy with unworthy challengers like Mike Corral & JZ. I let them have their moment in the spotlight expanded to 15 minutes of fame. While they acted like kings of the world, I was lost in shuffle because of my ego and beliefs. The beliefs that all of world’s greatness is bestowed upon those of the elite and the high society. Well no more. I am tired of reminding these penniless nitwits how rich I am. I am fed up with telling them how hopeless their lives are. I’ve had enough of strutting my own ego and having nothing to show for it. With that said, it is time to get serious. Yes, that’s right. It is time to put my plan into motion. IT IS TIME FOR MY DESTINY TO BE FULFILLED! My road to becoming EWT Heavyweight Champion begins now. And the first roadblock in my way is you, Maelstrom. Be warned, nemesis, I am not the distracted competitor you faced at Old School. Now, I am more focused and determined than ever. You go ahead and make your threats, show off your sharks and play your mind games because they will no effect on me and my preparation! Just as my friend, Chance Confidence, will do to your ally, Oceanic, you will fall in defeat by my hands. And you will take great honor in becoming the first victim of my rise to the EWT title. Let this be known to everyone who stands my way: you will fall…
…and the ratings… will… rise.”
He gives Sum Guy a final glare before walking away, leaving the announcer thinking about the superstar had just said.
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Tommy Wiseau
The following post has been RATED X
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Post by Rated X on Oct 19, 2007 11:22:24 GMT -5
EWT.com Exclusive - October something, 2007
A random faceless ring announcer stands in the middle of the ring, microphone in hand.
Announcer: This next contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the EWT Ox-Division Championship! Introducing first, the challenger!
"The Hand That Feeds" hits, and Chad Michaels immediately emerges from the curtain. Walking briskly, he skips the big theatric entrance and slides into the ring, having been waiting for this match for quite some time. Michaels walks to the other side of the ring and leans on the ropes, staring daggers at the entrance as he waits for the champion to walk out.
Accouncer: Now standing in the ring, he weighs in at 246 lbs. and hails from Miami, Florida by way of Chicago, Illinois! Representing Rated X... "The Suicidal" Chad Michaels!
Chad lifts up his fist to the roar of the fans, as his music fades out to silence. He stretches and warms up, feeling ready for this match.
Announcer: And the champion...
Now this guy won't skip the big theatric entrance. The lifts shift to a golden color as a few bright spotlights move about the stage. An airy sound can be heard coming from the speakers for a few seconds, before spinning into the Italian-sounding intro of "Square Dance." As the song changes, the spotlights spin around each other in circles, before slowly focusing in concentration on top of the ramp. Soon after, the bass in the song starts to play, and Cassinova slowly walks out from behind the curtain into the spotlight.
Announcer: Making his way down the ramp, weighing in at 225 lbs... he hails from Los Angeles, California and is the EWT Ox-Division Champion... Cassinova!
Cassinova holds his title on his shoulder and smirks smugly as the crowd gives him a massive chorus of boos. He looks around at the sea of jeering audience member, before staring into the ring at a hungry-looking Chad Michaels. Frowning slightly, he makes his way down the ramp before slowly walking up the stairs and climbing into the ring. The lights return to normal as his music fades out and the referee takes his title away from him. Cassinova leans back into a corner as Michaels rubs his hands together, shortly before the referee slips the title out of the ring to a ring-side attendent. Following this, the referee stands in the center of the ring as the two rivals approach each other. The ref steps in between them and attempts to keep them separated, but the tension is still felt by everyone watching. Clenching their fists, they look as if they're going to come to blows already--not waiting for the sound of the bell.
Eventually, the referee takes the time to pat each wrestling down, making sure that they don't have brass knuckles and knives and uzis and stuff. Chad is patted down first--clean. Cass is patted second, and surprisingly, he's clean as well. Cassinova appears relieved once the referee doesn't find anything on him; grinning hard and wiping sweat off of his forehead. Immediately afterwards, he and Chad get back into their intense mode, growling at each other and preparing to leap as soon as the referee gives them word. The crowd is buzzing with anticipation of this long-overdue match, and most of the fans are too excited to sit still. After all of these pre-match, sometimes-forgotten shenanigans, the referee finally takes a step back, gives a hand motion, and calls for the bell! This one is underway!
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Cassinova immediately bails out of the ring.
The crowd boos viciously at the champion, who is once again exercising his tactic of running away from a potential threat to his title. Chad Michaels is seething, leaning against the ropes. Knowing that leaving the ring to chase him will yield no results, as Cass has a headstart and will only keep running, Chad stands in the ring and insults Cass in an attempt to get him to come back and fight. Calling him a coward and other things that I will not type down 'cause I luh my momma', Chad kicks at the ropes as the referee begins his ten-count. Cassinova doesn't look back over his shoulder at his rival, walking slowly up the ramp, heading towards the back.
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Chad Michaels talks with the referee, trying to get him to stop counting.
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Michaels continues to try and convince the referee that the right thing to do would be to not count to ten.
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Now frustrated, Chad begins to physically threaten the referee. He backs the referee into a corner, but can't convince him to stop counting. Meanwhile, Cassinova has reached the top of the stage, and has turned around to face the ring.
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Chad cocks back his fist, warning the referee. ...
10!
Chad Michaels lets out a loud "Damnit!", giving the ref just enough time to slip out of the ring. The crowd continues to boo and hiss both at Cass, and the ref who made the decision to count Cass out. Michaels is pissed, tightly clenching the ropes to keep from going into a rage in the center of the ring. Cass stares coldly at him, waiting for the announcement. Eventually, after the fans have quieted down a bit, the announcer picks up his microphone once more.
Announcer: Here's your winner... due to countout... Chad Michaels!
Some of the "slower" fans in the audience let out loud cheers. The rest of the crowd boos the word "countout." Michaels rests his head in the crook of his arm, his despisement of Cassinova increasing exponentially with each second. Cass, on top of the ramp, mocks the announcer as he speaks, making hand signals for him to hurry up and say the rest of the announcement.
Announcer: (An image of Cass is split-screened with an image of the announcer. As the announcer speaks, Cass "lip-syncs" along with his words.) However... due to the rule that a title can not change hands by countout... STILL your EWT Ox-Division Champion...
The boos are defeaning.
Simultaneously:
Cassinova: ...Me! Announcer: ...Cassinova!
"Square Dance" hits and Cass makes a swift exit. Chad looks up and sees him walking away, beginning to clench the ropes until his knuckles turn white and growl loudly. The crowd continues to boo this decision, and boos the ring-monkey who scoops up Cass' title and runs up the ramp to deliver it to him backstage. Chad Michaels eventually sighs and salutes the fans, receiving a loud reaction of cheers in reply. Following this, his music hits and he slowly exits the ring--walking up the ramp with the pre-determined notion that he and Cassinova have not crossed paths for the final time.
Chad walks up the ramp and disappears behind the curtain as the screen fades out.
Fade to Commercial.
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Post by Toom E. Guci on Oct 19, 2007 13:16:12 GMT -5
*Toom E Dangerously is walking backstage when dorf approaches him.*
dorf: Where the hell have you been? I been trying to get a hold of you!!
Toom E: Oh my, I'm sorry. I didn't realize my business was of your concern. Besides, you have "shown" that you can handle things around here since you own half. Afterall, look at all those "great" decisions you have made. The Megadeth. Mystery. Tiffany. You're batting, oh let's say, a thrillion!
dorf: I'M NOT SELLING!!!
Toom E: Oh, whatever do you mean?
dorf: What the hell is this crap with Richard Clay, anyways? I know you have something to do with it!
Toom E: Hey, he asked me for a match against you. You know me...I like to grant my superstars what they want. It's my nature. I'm such a generous man.
dorf: I won't do the match. Not the tag match, not the match at Survival to the Fittest.
Toom E: Breach of contract, huh? That's so like you dorf. That's why you made a horrible champion when you held the title. And if you breach your contract, I have the right to sue you...for everything you've got!!! Including your half of EWT. Now if you'll excuse me...I have a meeting to attend. You can join me if you like, seeing as how it is a Board Meeting.
*Toom E walks away as dorf looks on, angry.*
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Post by SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman on Oct 19, 2007 16:55:39 GMT -5
*The camera cuts to « Sexually Suggestive » Ivy Rosepine and the Darkness in the Light, EWT’ s best kept secret, Mysth, who are checking this week’ s match card.*
Mysth : Soooo, let' s see…
Ivy : This week, we’ re facing…
*After looking at the card for a few seconds, Ivy suddenly punches the wall hard. Pieces of plaster fall and some cracks appear around her fist.*
Ivy : They make me team up… with HER ??
*Right after that, Mysth punches the wall as well. More plaster falls and even bigger cracks appear.*
Mysth : They make me team up… with HIM ?? Or, more like… IT ??
Ivy : I can’ t believe they want me to fight in Madison’ s side. They’ re asking me to team up with the girl who cost me my match in the Girl Next Door tournament ! I’ ll be in the ring with a woman I HATE with a passion, but I won’ t be able to beat the crap out of her because it may cost me the match ?? UNFAIR ! TORTURE ! PERVERSION !! And not in a good way either.
Mysth : I can imagine your frustration, girl, look at my partner for this week. Crauswell ! I already didn’ t like his behavior, but now that he called you a harlot, I want to pluck him even more ! Plus, I’ ll face him in the Megadeth at Survival of the Fittest, how COULD I possibly trust him ?? He’ ll probably be up to some tricks to weaken me before the event…
Ivy : Yeah, but at least it prepares you for a World Title Shot ! Me, if anything… I get one more victory, as if someone might not expect it, and it will just distract me from my best 2 out of 3 match against Terina, for which I must prepare… And it’ s just frustrating ! I must help someone who made me lose my opportunity to become GND champion ! Can you only believe that ??
Mysth : That’ s MY catchphrase ! Anyway, just try and benefit from this match to learn more about the other GNDs style. You’ ll need it in the future. And just take this opportunity to send a message to Terina : no woman – and probably no man – can stop you !
Ivy : I sure plan on doing so ! And you, be very careful ! Joe One always has something up his sleeve in order to win his matches, preferably illegaly. And even if Craus is supposed to be your partner, like you said, you can’ t trust him. Because at the Pay Per View, you will be enemies, and you already are.
Mysth : I’ m well aware of that, I’ ll try to get to know each one of them better in order to make sure I know the most I can when the bell rings and the Megadeth starts. I only hope the furry can restrain his berserk instincts and be fair in that match.
Ivy : Hope springs eternal…
Mysth : Well, maybe I can manage to make him realize it would be better for both of us to be in good terms, even though I want to punch him in the beak for what he called you. I’ ll try to see him and talk to him… but I don’ t feel like being with him too often until the match…
Ivy : I can see why. It’ just like me. I won’ t even bother talking to her until the match, it’ s hopeless. She’ s freaking crazy and there’ s nothing that can be done about that. Don’ t even expect me to meet this clown bi…
*Ivy is suddenly cut by a happy, high-pitched feminine voice.*
Voice : HIIIIIIIII-YYYYAAAAAAAA FROGGIES COUPLE !!
*Ivy suddenly stiffens as she recognizes the voice.*
Ivy : I-i-i-i-i-i-is th-th-th-tha-tha-tha-a-a-a-a-a-at-t-t… ??
Mysth : *With a worried look* Yes… unfortunately.
Ivy : Oh God no !
*She spins around and realizes what she feared was true : Madison the Clown Girl is standing right in front of them, a big smile on her face.*
Madison : This is soooo great ! I wanted to see you, miss Frenchie !
Ivy : What the hell are YOU doing here ??
Madison : You have checked the match card, right ?? You have, right ?? I know you have ! I saw you ! And we’ re going to team up, lady Frog ! Isn’ t it greeeaaaaa… ??
*Madison is cut by a totally mad Ivy, who grabs her by the collar of her dead-head T-shirt and pins her against the wall.*
Ivy : LOOK you demented little crab !! You cost me my match in the first round of the Girl Next Door tournament ! If it wasn’ t for your goddamn interference, I’ d probably be champ by now. If you had just stayed where you were supposed to be and didn’ t interfere in a match you had no business with, everything would be perfect by now ! But no, you had to chose otherwise and make me lose this damn match. Against a woman who was SICK. You made me look pathethic, girl ! I HATE YOU !! The mere idea that I have to work with you is as pleasant as having my period !
*Ivy lets go Madison’ s collar, and the clown girl’ s feet touch the ground again, as Madi stares at Ivy, looking very woried. To tell the truth, Mysth is worried as well. Even though he understands the reason of Ivy’ s anger, he doesn’ t like to see her that aggressive.*
Ivy : So you’ d better not mess with me ever again. You’ d better not do any trick against me during our match and you’ d better show me your rainbow vomit colored face until our match, got it ?
Mysth : Ivy ! I understand that you’ re pissed, but I don’ t think it’ s necessary to…
Madison : You’ re… you’ re so mean with mmmmeeeeeeeeeeee !
*Madison starts crying, even though it looks very exaggerated and faked. Yet, it’s enough to change Ivy’ s facial expression.*
Madison : I was… I was just coming to…*sob* …to wish you good luck ! *sob* And you… you… you… boohoohooooo !
*Ivy now looks very embarassed and ashamed. After all, Madison isn’ t exactly like most human beings. She isn’ t really responsible for her actions. She can’ t control herself, so it isn’ t entirely her fault when she does bad things. Plus, she just comes out of a horrible history with the Draugr, she’ s even more mentally instable than usually. Ivy now feels like she’ s been unfair to Madison and is obviously sorry.*
Ivy : Well… perhaps I’ ve been to hard on her, to be honest…
Madison : BOOOOHOOOOOOOO !!!!
Ivy : *Oblivious to the fact Madison is faking her deep sadness* Look, Madi, I-I… I’ m sorry… I didn’ t mean to…
Madison : BOOOOOOHOOOOOOOHOOOOOO !!
Ivy : I apologize. I’ m living on my nerves, at the moment.
Madison : Boohoo… that… sob… must be painful…
Ivy : What ? No, I mean… you know… my rivalry against Terina that seems like it will never end, my loss in the GND tournament. *sigh* Excuse-me, please. I… didn’ t want to be mean, it’s just that… I’ m quite stressed, at the moment… please forgive-me for what I just did.
*She hugs Madison, while Mysth witnesses in awe Ivy’ complete turn of reaction, as well as the fact that she still doesn’ t notice Madison is faking the tears.*
Madison : You… aren’ t really mad at me ?
Ivy : *A bit surprised by the irony of Madison using the word « mad .* No, I’ m not… *She offers a handshake and smiles* we make peace ?
Madison : …
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WITH PLEASURE, FROG-WOMAN !!
*Madison immediately clutches Ivy’ s hand, and the Frenchwoman’ s body suddenly starts shaking and her hair rises up. Yes, that’ s the old trick of the electric pin into the palm. Madison probably picked it up from her pocket after Ivy released her. After a few seconds, Madison removes her hand and Ivy falls on her butt.*
Mysth : Hey !! What are you doing to my girlfriend ?!!
Madison : THAT’ S WHAT YOU GET FOR BEING MEAN ! SEE YA IN THE RING, MADEMOISELLE !!
*She runs away, while Ivy gets up.*
Ivy : Okay… This is an open WAR !!
*She runs after Madison, but Mysth grabs her arm.*
Mysth : Calm down, honey. She’ s supposed to be your teammate, remember ? You definitely wouldn’ t want to make her an extra ennemy during your match, would you ? Beside, you must focus on your match, and the one against Terina. So don' twaste your energy
Ivy : … I guess you’ re right… I’ ll have to wait after the match. Just she waits.
*Fade to a Survival Of The Fittest commercial.*[/quote]
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Spectre
Mike the Goon
"The echo of a point in time..."
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Post by Spectre on Oct 20, 2007 21:46:54 GMT -5
*We're treated to the ending of the match between Jonnie Sparks and Spectre, which sees Sparks hitting a few quick strikes in the corner before hitting a jumping spin kick to Spectre's stomach. Sparks ducks down behind Spectre and leaps up onto his shoulders to attempt a Victory Roll, but as he starts to flail his arms around to bring his momentum down and forward, Spectre manages to reach up, grab his arms, cross them, and then drop him back in a sick Shoulder-Top Aztec Suplex, driving Sparks down onto the back of his neck/shoulders. The crowd barely gets a second to register a big "WOOOOAH!" before Spectre flips back and over Sparks, still gripping his arms, turning it into a bridged pin for the out-of-nowhere win.*
*Cameras now follow the ever-intrepid Sum Guy as he makes his way into the back, catching a glimpse of a silhouette at the end of a hallway.*
SG: Hey, excuse me! Excuse me! Mr. Spectre? I just got a brand new Chinese Finger Trap, you wanna maybe try it out with me-
*Spectre holds up a hand, silencing the would-be interview. The camera pans around; Spectre is watching a monitor which shows a replay of the match between Mike Corral and Cassinova for the Ox-Division Title.*
SG: Um, Mr. Spectre...you know you've got a big pay per view match with Curly Long coming up, right?
*Spectre nods "yes", but both his gray eye and blue eye are pinned on the monitor*
SG: Aren't you...worried about your big pay per view match with Curly Long?
*Spectre shakes his head "no"*
SG: So, uh, you think you're prepared for it?
*Nods*
SG: And you've done all your homework about Mr. Long?
*Nods*
SG: So, um, you've got an interest in the Ox Division Title?
*Nods*
SG: Mike Corral?
*Nods*
SG: Cassinova?
*Nods*
SG: Think you may challenge for it soon?
*Sighs, lowers head...but slowly nods.*
SG: Um...should I go away now?
*Turns head slightly, one eye on Sum...and nods.*
SG: Um, ok! Sounds good! I'll just get my finger trap out- *promptly gets one end on one pointer finger, the other end on the other pointer*...Aw, c'mon, not again! *Sum stomps off, peeved*
*Spectre's eyes go back to the tape of the recent title match. No reaction is registered on camera*
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Post by Mystery on Oct 21, 2007 16:10:57 GMT -5
*Mystery is walking backstage, carrying her Limey action figure. Just then, a delievery man walks in with a dozen red rose.*
Man: Excuse me miss, I'm looking for...
Mystery: For me?? You're looking for me??
Man: No ma'am...I'm looking for a miss...
Mystery: Mystery? That's me!! Oh thank you, thank you!!! This is so sweet of Limey!!!
I listen to our favorite song Playing on the radio Hear the dj say loves a game of easy come and Easy go But I wonder does he know Has he ever felt like this And I know that you'd be here right now
*Mystery snags the flowers & walks away, sniffing the flowers. The delievery man just kind of stands there.*
Man: Aaahh, screw it.
*He drops the card, which reads "Ivy, To the best around. Nothing's ever gonna keep you down. Mysth."
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Post by Spankymac is sick of the swiss on Oct 22, 2007 11:08:49 GMT -5
*Backstage, with Sum Guy standing around, apparently waiting for an interview, when "Mad Dog" McCallie passes by*
SG: Mad Dog! Mad Dog! I've actually been looking for you for a bit. I've heard the rumors that you're preparing for a big comeback into EWT. Where have you been all these months? Why did you come back?
*Mad Dog stares at guy, snarls, then gets a sinister smile on his face*
Mad Dog: It's actually pretty lucky for me that you were right here, because I've got a something to say, and then I need to....well, we'll get to that later. First off, I've gotta warn the entire EWT locker room. You are on notice. The Mad Dog's off his leash, and as soon as ANYONE steps into my yard, you're asking to get bit. Two words: Try me. I'm out to make an example of anyone in my way. And you*Looks at Guy* you're in my way!
*Tackles Guy, punching him around a bit, then turning him over and locking on the Dog Collar submission, staring right into the camera. After about half a minute, he drops the hold, leaving Guy in a crumpled heap*
MD: HE WAS AN EXAMPLE! If you don't wanna wind up like him, don't step into this dog's yard! *Leaves*
Cameraman*Behind the camera(DUH!)*: Uh....Guy? Guy? I THINK WE'RE GONNA NEED SOME HELP HERE!!!
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Post by The Bad Man on Oct 22, 2007 17:52:44 GMT -5
We go backstage where we find Sum Guy in what appears to be a modified changing room, it's a bit dark, grimy and the walls seem to be covered in dents. Standing over Sum Guy's shoulder is a hulking boulder shaped shadow.
SUM GUY: Hi ... everyone ... I'm Sum Guy and I have the pleasure of Mr. Bad for company ...
Mr. Bad looms out of the shadows, his body still a blubbery mess of rolls and scars. His face and bald head chiseled from one too many chair shots and incidents with hot oil.
MR. BAD: ... Flheh ...
SUM GUY: Mr. Bad in a few weeks time you will face your fomrer tag partner Mr. Big ... your thoughts?
MR. BAD: ... Flheh ... ... Flheh ...
Mr. Bad attempts a grin, his mind clearly housing thoughts of torture or pain, as he gibbers a messy laugh. He looks at Sum Guy and then walks ast leaving the room.
SUM GUY: There you have it Mr. Bad a man of few words ... unless you read his blog on EWT online!!
Fade out
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Rated X
Tommy Wiseau
The following post has been RATED X
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Post by Rated X on Oct 25, 2007 17:38:04 GMT -5
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'No One Knows' starts up, causing the audience to start to boo, knowing who's coming out.
Announcer: The follwing contest is schedualed for one fall. Introducing first, representing the EWT Stable Champions Minipax, from Cash Mountain, weighing in at 262 lbs., Richard Clay!
Clay, as usual, gives a cocky smile to the crowd, who continue to boo him. He slides under the ring ropes and makes the 'V' with his arms. 'The Champ is Here' starts up, and the audience quickly changes its attitude.
Announcer: And his opponent, from Jamaica, Queens, weighing in at 187 lbs., Marcus "Stylez" Saxton!
Saxton strides down to the ring throwing up signs to the crowd. As he gets in the ring, Clay takes off his vest and EWT Stable Championship belt. The referee checks both men, and calls for the bell.
*ding ding ding*
The two men stalk each other. The crowd starts a ‘Let’s go Saxton’ chant. The two lock up, and Clay easily overpowers Saxton. Saxton starts to get up, but Clay gets his head into position for an impaler DDT. Clay tries to lock an arm into a submission, but Saxton spins his way out of it and windmill kicks Clay. Saxton quickly scoops Clay up and delivers a Saxton Slam. Cover by Saxton.
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Kickout by Clay. Saxton stands up and goes to a top turnbuckle, delivering a Mad Stylez! Cover by Saxton.
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Kickout by Clay. Saxton goes up to the top rope again, but Clay rolls out of the way before an InfaRed could hit him. Clay takes the opportunity to scurry over Saxton and lock in a Boston crab. Saxton shifts his weight to roll under Clay, but Clay twists and slams Saxton’s body to the ground. Clay slides up Saxton's body and locks in an STF.
Saxton scurries quickly and makes it to the botom ropes as Clay is forced to let go. Saxton uses the turnbuckles to get up as Clay backs up as per the ref's orders. As Saxton finally makes it to a vertical base, Clay runs full force at him, snadwiching him with a flying cross body. Saxton stumbles out of the corner as Clay grabs him, setiing him up for the Killionare Krunch. Clay turns around and begins to signal for the end, failing to notice that Saxton has grabbed onto the ropes. Clay runs forward before quickly falling, the sudden stop causing him to let go of Saxton.
Both men are slow to get up, the failed Killionaire Krunch taking alot out of both men. Saxton is the first to make a move, hitting a spinning backslap to Clay before surpising him with an enzuigiri to the face. Saxton isn't finished however, picking Clay up before dropping him hard with the Saxton Slam. The crowd roars in approval as Saxton motions for the end.
Clay takes his time getting to his feet, still feeling the effects of the Saxton Slam. Clay finally gets to his feet, barely having enough time to breathe before having it taken as Marcus locks in the Negligent Homicide!! Clay struggles to get free as Saxton applies more pressure. Clay shows signs of fading as Saxton starts to apply more pressure to the hold. In a last minute act of desperation, Clay thrusts his body forward, managing to get ahold of the ropes. Marcus reluctantly lets go as the ref checks on Clay's condition. Clay seems to be shaken abit as Marcus starts jumping up and down, preparing for the next round. Without warning, Clay shoves the ref aside before going for a sucker punch on Marcus. Marcus manages to duck the fist and catches it before spinning around, hoisting Clay onto his shoulders. Marcus doesn't even hesitate before dropping Clay hard with the 187. Clay pops up for a bit before going back down, this time for good. Marcus rolls Clay over and goes for the pin...
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3.... Broken up by Christopher Indigo?!
Yep, Christopher Indigo and the Midnight Mystery have made it to ringside, both really laying it into Marcus with stiff shots. The ref has no choice but to call for the bell.
----- Ding Ding Ding! -----
Announcer: Here is your winner by DQ, Marcus "Stylez" Saxton!!
Saxton doesn't have time to celebrate, as both Clay and Indigo hold Marcus up while the Midnight Mystery delivers shots to Marcus' ribs. As MM looks to go in for the kill, "Born to Win" by Papoose begins to play as Rated X rush out from the back. Corral goes straight for MM, Chad tackles Clay to the ground, and Nunez and Indigo start to trade shots. Saxton recovers a little and joins Corral in attacking the Midnight Mystery, bringing him to his knees. At this point, security rushes in, seperating the two factions. Security manages to get MiniPax outside as Rated X are being held back. Saxton breaks free and runs towards the ropes before springboarding off of them, hitting his patented InfraRed onto MiniPax and the security. The crowd goes crazy as security (inside team) subdues the rest of Rated X. The security on the outside tries to get to their feet as we fade to a commercial.
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Limey
Unicron
It's been awhile.
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Post by Limey on Oct 26, 2007 1:59:18 GMT -5
Announcer: The following contest is a strange bedfellows tag team contest and is scheduled for one fall!
*"Otherworld" by Bill Muir hits as four fireworks explode on the stage. Mysth appears and spreads his arms wide. He makes his way to the ring and high fives fans in the process. He points to a sign that reads "Reveal EWT's best kept secret" and another one that is a picture of him on which a picture of the EWT World Heavyweight Champion belt has been pasted. Despite his seemingly confident attitude, he' s actually quite nervous. It's the first time in months that Ivy isn't by his side, he' s going to meet the man who cost him the Toolshed Title and he doesn't like his partner for tonight' s match.*
Announcer: Introducing first, from Strasbourg, France, weighing in 218 pounds, Mysth!
Mysth ties himself to the ropes as a firework explode in each corner of the ring. He then gets into the ring and waits, turning toward the entrance way, as an unfamiliar theme starts up (http://www.esnips.com/doc/67b86966-8731-406a-aee4-f53892ba6b50), the crowd looking toward the ramp-way as the Cidal Force steps out from the back, looking just as menacing and destructive as usual, quickly stepping down toward the ring, giving his tag team partner in this contest a glaring gaze, as he continues making his way down toward the ramp-way.
Announcer: And his tag team partner, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 272 pounds, representing the Cidal Squad, The Cidal Force, Crauswell!
The force quickly rolls into the ring, stepping toward the center and dropping down on both knees, spreading those wings, the crowd booing the Cidal furry as he does so. Crauswell quickly rises back up, walking over and right past Mysth, leaning back into the turnbuckle, arms folded as he waits.
“RIP” hits, and the crowd pop as the arena gets dark, green tinted smoke appearing from the entranceway. As Limey enters, he throws up the horns as pyro shoots out of the Toomi-Tron! Limey makes his way down to the ring, looking cautiously to the back…as we cut to backstage, with Mystery looking on at the match, watching from her disturbing shrine to Limey…
Announcer: Introducing their opponents, first, from Liverpool England, weighing in at 15 Stone, Limey!
Limey looks across at Mysth and Crauswell, as the crowd cheers loudly for the EWT Alumni. Of course that quickly changes as the siren-like wail that begins 'Testify' hits the speakers, changing the audience's disposition.
Announcer: And his tag team partner, representing the EWT Stable Champions Minipax, from Airstrip One, weighing in at 234 pounds, he is the EWT World Heavyweight Champion, Joe One!
The crowd boos Joe One unmercifully, as he pays them no heed, walking right past his own tag team partner, Limey, giving him a rather uncaring look. The four men gaze at one another, as the bell sounds, this match underway.
*ding ding ding*
Joe One quickly steps to the outside apron, allowing Limey the pleasure of starting off, as Mysth volunteers for his own side, his tag team partner not seeming to care, simply exiting to the apron as well. The two step into the center of the ring, giving each other a quick handshake in the essence of sport, getting a nice pop from this, then immediately locking up! Mysth immediately takes Limey into a hammerlock from behind, applying pressure. The veteran however quickly counters, elbowing his way out, then switching behind, applying a hammerlock of his own on Mysth.
The Frenchman also shows some prowess, looking for an elbow of his own, Limey however ducking it, then stepping forward, wrenching Mysth's arm and delivering a few elbows to the area, then sending him off the ropes, catching him as he comes back with an Arm Drag! Mysth however counters, rolling through and sending Limey rolling with an Arm Drag of his own! He then charges for a clothesline, Limey quickly ducking and countering with a knee to the gut, sending Mysth hunched over! Limey immediately grabs the arm, applying a standing armbar, as Mysth grimaces a bit, using his free arm and punching his way out. Limey staggers a bit, but charges forward, looking for an STO. Mysth however blocks it, then grabs and takes Limey down instead with a Jumping Armbreaker! Limey gasps in pain, rolling a bit along the mat, as he rises back up, nursing the area, Mysth quickly following up with a series of European uppercuts, dazing Limey further, then running off the ropes, only for Crauswell to tag himself in, charging into the ring and nailing Limey with a nasty clothesline!
Mysth looks appalled, as the furry pulls Limey up, right into a Buffalo Sleeper, applying some pressure and ignoring his partner. Limey looks on in this hold, Joe One simply looking on in thought. The Brit Sensation quickly reaches back, taking the furry into a snapmare. He then leaps up with a dropkick to the back of the neck! Crauswell goes flat as Limey makes a cover.
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Two!
Crauswell kicks out. Limey quickly pulls him back up, only for the furry to fight out with some fists to the gut, then unleashing a brutal chop to Limey, who cringes a bit from the force! The furry nods, reeling back and unleashing a second one, followed by a third, Limey now staggering back, clutching his chest. As the furry goes for a fourth, Limey cuts him off, unleashing a knife edge of his own, this one causing Crauswell to stumble back, a bit surprised from the force. Limey then unleashes two more of his own, then whipping Craus off into the turnbuckle. He charges full speed, hitting a jumping knee to the skull, as he reaches over to tag Joe One, who accepts.
He gets into the ring, delivers a few stomps in the corner to the downed furry, then simply tags Limey back in. Limey looks over at him, quite annoyed at this, as Crauswell rises back up, launching Limey over his head with a German suplex! He clutches the neck slightly, slowly rising back up, as Crauswell charges, delivering a running knee lift and turning his opponent inside out. He reaches down, cradling him in his grip, as he hoists him onto his shoulders, Limey however quickly wriggling free, dropping behind and taking Craus down with a Russian Leg Sweep! He then transitions quickly into a Triangle Choke, grabbing and pulling on the arm of his opponent, as the furry seems be in a bit of pain, quickly trying to pull his arm free, eventually reaching over with a free hand and punching his way out.
Limey releases, rising back up as he clutches his head, Crauswell following, as he grabs him by the arm, delivering a powerful wrench, seeming to be trying to jerk it right out of the socket! Limey grimaces, as Craus sends him into the opposite corner, charging and nailing a Yakuza Kick in the corner, sending Limey falling out to the mat. Mysth quickly reaches over, tagging himself back in, as the furry looks on in fury, grabbing and shoving his partner, as Mysth looks back at him, shoving back as hard as he can, which is pretty hard for a smaller guy. As they are doing this Limey quickly grabs Mysth, rolling him up from behind with a school boy!
One!
Two!
The pin is broken by Crauswell who stomps on Limey, but seems to have hit Mysth in the process, more or less on purpose. However, Crauswell gets back to the apron, while Mysth and Limey slowly get up, Mysth giving his "partner" a scolding look. Regardless, Mysth turns around to face Limey. Both men look at each other and try to find an opening. Limey starts running at Mysth, but gets greeted with an Enzuigiri to the side of the head that makes Limey fall down. Mysth pulls Limey to the center of the ring in order to prevent him from grabbing the ropes before locking in a Single Leg Crab. Mysth barely has time to lock it in before Joe One gets into the ring and elbow drops the two of them to break the hold.
Mysth, seeing the man who cost him the Toolshed Title, gets ready to grab him, but Crauswell interferes as well and nails One with a Clothesline before Mysth can do anything. Joe One and Limey get up and the four of them argue and are about to brawl in the middle of the ring, regardless of who they' re supposed to be teaming up with and who they're supposed to be wrestling. Some people in the crowd boo this lack of fair play and team spirit. The referee however somehow manages to calm down everybody and One and Crauswell get to the apron.
Limey and Mysth lock up again, and Limey Irish whips Mysth, looking for a 180 degrees Spinebuster, but Mysth actually let himself get whipped and uses the momentum to hit a Shining Wizard! Limey is on the ground and Mysth rolls him in a Mahistrol Cradle!
One!
Two!
Kickout by Limey! Both men quickly get up, Limey takes a run-up and rushes at Mysth for a Flying Lariat! He picks up Mysth and Irish whips him again, but in a corner this time, the one where Joe One is standing, but Mysth grabs Limey's hand and counters, sending the British man in the turnbuckle instead! Mysth runs in the direction of this corner as Joe One slaps Limey's hand to tag himself into the ring, but Mysth doesn' t notice it and continues his move and hits Limey with a Springboard Dropkick that sends him out of the ring! Joe One enters the ring and as Mysth gets up, pushes him against the turnbuckle before the Frenchman can realize One entered the squared circle! One then climbs on the first rope and raises his fist to show he's about to unleash a series of punches on the Mysth, as Limey got up and made it to the apron. Crauswell puts a foot in the ring, going to help the Frenchman, but eventually gets back to the apron and gets lets him get punched, as the crowd counts the punches.
ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! T...
No, not ten, as Mysth managed to block the last punch and pushes One away, who lands on his feet, but Mysth runs and hits him with a Headscissors Takedown! Mysth does a Backflip Splash on One before tagging in Crauswell. The man and the furry exchange a frost look but don' t argue and don' t threaten each other.
Crauswell goes for an easy cover.
One!
Two!
Kickout by One. Crauswell looks at Mysth and points at him. Due to the fact that he's wearing a mask, we can't see what he's saying. Crauswell goes to a turnbuckle and starts to climb up top. He spreads his 'wings' and takes flight!
BUT ONE ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! The Cidal Force's body convulses in unnatural ways from the recoil! One manages to get to his feet first, and looks to tag in Limey, but pulls his hand back, to the displeasure of the audience. One turns back around to the still rising Crauswell and delivers him a Phoenix Splash! One gets back up and gives the 'V' sign to Mysth. He goes down to the ground and tries to lock in the First Lightning, but Crauswell grabs the ropes before One can perform. One, upset by this, goes out to tag Limey, to the delight of the crowd.
Limey gets the crowd pumped as he scouts the still recovering Crauswell. He lands a tenacious lariat on him, sending Crauswell to the corner. Limey runs at him, looking to hit a Rave Kick, but Crauswell slumps out of the way, landing Limey in an uncomfortable position. Limey backs up to gather himself as Crauswell makes it over to his corner and makes a tag for Mysth.
Mysth enters the ring, and heads to the recovering Limey. Mysth tries to take Limey by the head…Limey hits a chop to the chest of Mysth!! The crowd “OOH” at this as Mysth clutches at his chest in pain…before hitting a chop of his own! The crowd once again “OOH!” at this…as Limey comes back with a forearm to the head! Mysth counters with another forearm, and Limey comes right back with a European uppercut! Mysth is taken down as Limey takes the limbs of Mysth, looking for a Boston Crab…Mysth kicks at Limey…and takes him down with a headscissors! Mysth applies the pressure onto Limey’s neck…Limey kips up as Mysth scrambles to his feet. and the two stare each other down as the crowd cheer for both athletes.
Limey and Mysth circle each other…before they both initiate a tie-up! Limey comes out on top with a wristlock onto Mysth. Mysth tries to fight back…Limey hits a kick to the chest of Mysth, before performing an Irish Whip! Mysth comes off the ropes as Limey hits a leapfrog. Mytsth runs the ropes again as Limey tries a hip toss…Mysth lands on his feet, floating over magnificently! Mysth tries for a short-arm lariat…and Limey ducks this, applying a gutwrench from behind Mysth! Mysth tries to get out…but Limey locks the arms behind Mysth in a Tiger Suplex start…no! Mysth falls back onto Limey, sending him back-first into the turnbuckle!! Limey stumbles out…but into a dropkick which plants Limey in the corner!! Mysth appeals to the red-hot crowd before rushing Limey with a back elbow smash…Limey moves out of the way, and Mysth hits the corner!!! Limey capitalizes on this by lifting up Mysth to the top of the turnbuckle, and climbing up with him to try for something high risk!!! Limey takes the arm of Mysth and lifts him upwards so both men are on the top rope! Limey tries to lift up…Mysth stops this attempt…and lifts Limey up instead, sending him face first to the mat!!!! The crowd pop for this…but Mysth isn’t done, repositioning himself on the top rope as Limey rises…Mysth comes right back down with a diving clothesline!!!
The crowd chant “HOLY ****!” as Mysth goes for the cover!
One!
Two!
Limey kicks out!!! Mysth can’t believe it! The British Brawling Machine showing a great amount of heart here in the ring! Mysth stands up, and applauds Limey…but then decides to finish it, picking up Limey by the head and sending him to the ropes as Mysth follows suit on his side…Crauswell gets the blind tag as Mysth comes right back with the Mysthical Chokeslam!!! Mysth goes for the pin…
Mysth isn’t the legal man!!! The Frenchman is confused, asking the ref what the hell is going on…as Crauswell enters the ring, telling Mysth to get out! Mysth reluctantly heads to the outside as the Cidal Force simply drops down onto Limey!
One!
Two!
Joe One breaks up the pin…before slapping the face of the downed Limey!! Joe berates Limey as he heads back to his corner, mockingly inquiring “What the hell’s the matter with you?” as Crauswell, deciding to finish it himself, grabs Limey by the throat, lifting him up to his feet before lifting him high….Limey counters by wrapping his limbs around Crauswell’s neck with a hurricanrana!!! Crauswell falls to the mat as Limey regains his momentum! Limey comes back at Crauswell…and as Crauswell turns to face Limey, the British Brawling Machine hits the Quicklime STO to the mad furry!!! Limey goes for the pin!
One!
Two!
Crauswell kicks out! Limey, however, gets to his feet, and throws up the horns whilst screaming in triumph as the crowd pops!! Limey then lowers his stance down, intensely focusing on the Cidal Force getting to his feet! Limey waits for Crauswell to rise up to his feet before kicking him in the gut and going for the TWIST…NO!!! Crauswell counters with a big back body drop before Limey can do anything about it! Limey gets to his feet with the aid of the ropes before heading back at Crauswell…Crauswell hits a drop toe hold to Limey…positioning him to fall onto the turnbuckle!!! Limey comes back, stunned, as Crauswell quickly locks in the Cross Face Gryphon Wing!!!!
The crowd plead “PLEASE DON’T TAP!” at Limey (with furries in the audience countering with “TAP!”) as Limey is taking the full force!!! Joe One enters the ring…as Mysth hops to the ropes, launching off with a full force flying lariat!!! Joe is down, and Mysth applies a reverse sleeper to make sure Joe stays that way!!! Limey is trying to fight out of the Gryphon Wing….but he has nowhere to go!!! Crauswell keeps applying the hold….LIMEY TAPS!!!!
Winners: Mysth and “The Cidal Force” Crauswell!!
Joe One is out of the hold by Mysth, and approaches Limey, but he is too late. Crauswell exits the ring, and raises his arms, mocking the world heavyweight champion! Mysth follows, and shoves Crauswell, the two staring each other down as the referee raises both their hands. Crauswell breaks this, and then heads to the back as Mysth stares him down, before appealing to the crowd and getting a great pop.
Back in the ring, however, Joe does not look amused at Limey for taking the loss for the team for the night. Limey tries to get up with the use of the ropes…BLINDSIDED BY JOE!!!! Joe stomps away at Limey, furious at him!!! Joe then proceeds to grab at Limey, and lock in the FIRST LIGHTNING!!!! Limey is desperately trying to escape, but Joe is relentless in his assault!!! Joe keeps the hold applied, not letting go despite the ref’s pleas!!!
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It’s MYSTERY!!! Mystery is down to save “her man” from this barbaric display!! Mystery enters the ring…as Joe releases the hold, rising, and standing to his full height, dwarfing Mystery. The bizarre masked one doesn’t back down as Joe laughs at her, asking her if she’s serious. The head of Minipax continues to taunt Mystery…as a rising Limey hits a club to the back of Joe!!! Limey unloads onto Joe with some furious forearms, shoving him back to the ropes!!! Mystery gets out of the way, staring at Limey in sick adoration as Limey continues his assault!!! Limey then backs off and calls for the TWIST OF LIME…Christopher Indigo and the rest of Minipax pull Joe down from the ring to help him out!!! The crowd boo this, chanting “MINIPAX SUCKS!!” as Minipax support Joe, taking him to the back…but Joe doesn’t like this, pulling back against Minipax and screaming that he wants a piece of Limey…but Indigo talks him out of it, bringing up the Megadeth…and how Joe needs to keep his head.
Joe reluctantly walks to the back, leading Minipax, as Limey and Mystery are left alone in the ring. Limey changes his attention from Joe to Mystery, standing there in the middle of the ring. Limey is unsure of what to do…and eventually decides to reach out and shake the hand of Mystery before quickly exiting the ring. Mystery stares at her hand…and then holds it close to her heart as the crowd, still unsure of what to make of Mystery, look on. Limey awkwardly walks to the back, clutching at his neck, which has taken a great beatdown courtesy of Joe, Mysth and Crauswell as Mystery continues to watch him…
We fade to a commercial.
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Post by Limey on Oct 26, 2007 9:25:14 GMT -5
Announcer: The following match is scheduled for one fall and will be contested under Tornado Tag rules! Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Mr.Bunny, she hails from The Dead Moon Circus......she is Madison The Clown Giiiiiiiiiiiiirl!
~"Tablescraps" is playing as the ginormous man in a fuzzy bunny costume steps out onto the ramp, Madison riding on his shoulders while pulling back on his ears like reigns. Once they get close enough to ringside, Madison springs off of his shoulders and into the ring. She performs a little roll before balancing herself onto one knee, striking a pose from that kneeled position~
*« Hysteria » by Muse hits and « Sexually Suggestive » Ivy Rosepine appears at the end of the ramp. She poses for a few seconds before starting to walk toward the ring.*
Announcer : Aaaand her partner… from Lille, France, please welcome Sexually Suggestive IVYYY ROESPIIIIIIINE !!
*Ivy slides into the ring and goes next to the clown girl. They exchange a shy look but as a whole, they seem to be in better terms than a few days ago. Madison even eventually greets Ivy Rosepine by waving her hand happily, a big smile on her face.*
*”Round and Round” hits, and Carla makes her way out, wary of the disturbing antics of Mystery, and showing it. She makes her way to the ringside, shaking the hands of many a fan, and then enters the ring.
Announcer: Their opponents, first, from Rochester, New Hampshire…Carla O WOE!!!!!
*Carla takes down her entrance gear, and hangs it on the ringpost, adjusting her singlet and pulling down on the ropes to psyche herself up.
*The arena goes silent…and Mystery makes her way out, cradling in her arms the roses that she thinks Limey sent her…as well as the Limey action figure from the top of her twisted “wedding cake”. Ivy raises her eyebrows at the roses, as if they look familiar to her.*
Announcer: Aaaaand her tag team partner, from Parts Unknown…Mystery!!!!
*The crowd chant “BUNNY BOILER!” at Mystery, who ignores these chants, caught up in her own fantasy world…she enters the ring, sets the Limey action figure down in the corner and props the flowers up in the turnbuckle.*
~The bell rings and the team of Ivy and Madison waste no time in trying to catch their opponents with a pair of running clotheslines. Carla and Mystery duck but as Ivy and Madi bounce off the ropes on a rebound, they hit them with a pair of stereo diving crossbodies. Ivy holds onto one of Madi's pink Converse covered feet and flips her backwards so that she lands on Carla with a moonsault. "Sexually Suggestive" and the harlequin try for the same tandem move on Mystery but the masked woman rolls away. Madison lands upon her feet and taps the side of her head, displaying her smarts while Ivy glares at her. Mystery goes for a clothesline of her own but Madison ducks with a Matrix inspired maneuver. Ivy is not so lucky as she ends up getting plowed over. As Mystery turns back to Madison she rushes towards her and is caught by a drop toe hold from the clown. Carla tries her luck with a charge but Madison side steps her, shoving her into the ropes, and then school girling her on the rebound. Mystery attempts to clothesline Madi out of the pinning predicament but Madison ducks and surprises Mystery with a Northern Lights Suplex while still having Carla rolled up! Double pinning predicament! The ref counts both of em.
..ONE..TWO..Noooooo double kick out!
~Mystery and Carla both power out and proceed to snatch Madison by either arm and dump her over the top to the outside. The pair seems to be having some words with one another, already disagreeing about tactics, which allows Ivy to sneak up and plant a foot into both female's stomachs, doubling them over. The sensation from France rushes the ropes and drives both of her foe's skulls into the mat with a double bulldog. She taunts the odd couple pairing before running the ropes once again but ends up getting caught with a tandem flapjack that flattens her like a pancake in the middle of the ring. Mystery and Carla both get to their feet long enough for Carla to get taken down with a missile dropkick from Madison who climbed to the top from the outside. She takes a wild swing at Mystery but the shadowy female ducks and drops the rainbow haired circus dweller with a reverse DDT.~
*Mystery now grabs Madison by the hair and brings her to her feet, but before she can try any move, Ivy, who just got up, rushes at Mystery’ s back and performs a German Suplex ! As Ivy gets on all fours to get up, Madison runs and uses Ivy’ s back as a springboard and hits a Shooting Star Press on the masked woman ! Madison covers but the pin is immediately broken by Carla O Woe. As Ivy at last rises to her feet, Woe and Rosepine lock up. Ivy manages to hit a few elbows in Woe’ s face, buy Carla eventually gets the upper hand with a Belly to Belly, Madison runs at her but gets caught with a Float Over DDT, followed by a pin !*
ONE …
TWO… KICKOUT !
*After the kickout, Carla O Woe wastes no time and immediately locks Madison into a Dragon Sleeper ! Meanwhile, Mystery got up and hits a backflip splash on Ivy Rosepine. She then picks up the Frenchwoman and bodyslams her back into the mat, while Madison is struggling to get out of the hold and moaning in pain. Mystery grabs Ivy’ s hand in order to apply an Armbar, but Ivy grabs one of Mystery’ s legs with her other hand and makes her fall down. Ivy then drops an elbow on Carla O Woe and forces her to break the hold. Despite the pain on her neck, Madsion reacts quickly and grabs Woe for Tornado DDT ! At the same time, Ivy jumps on the nearest turnbuckle, jumps and lands right on Mystery’ s stomach, literally taking the masked woman’ s breath away !
The clown and the Frenchwoman are both posing for the crowd after those maneuvers, when Ivy’ s eyes are suddenly attracted by something on the aisle… or to be precise, someone. The camera cuts to this person and we can quickly understand why Ivy suddenly looked in this direction : Terina just entered the arena ! She is now next to the ring, staring at Ivy Rosepine, who expects an interference, but the only female TJT member actually just stays next to the ring, which is enough to piss off Ivy, who feels irritated just by the mere sight of this woman. Madison starts making faces at Terina, who doesn’ t really seems to care and keeps on looking at Ivy. What Terina has noticed but both Rosepine and Madison are oblivious to is Mystery who slowly got up and now rolls Ivy Rosepine for a School Boy !*
ONE…
TW-BROKEN BY MADISON !!
Madison stomps at Carla before heading to the apron, hoping to get Terina to leave as Rosepine gets to her feet. She takes the wrist of the bizarre one, Mystery, and tries an Irish Whip…Mystery counters with an Irish Whip of her own! Ivy heads to the ropes…and knocks against the unready Madison, thus accidentally causing her to fall from the ring apron to the mat below and stunning the Frenchwoman in the process! Ivy stumbles forward…to be caught with a hip toss by Mystery…who tosses Ivy Rosepine into the waiting arms of Carla O Woe, who catches the limbs of Ivy Rosepine, dropping down for a quick powerbomb!! Carla doesn’t stop there, however, taking the captured limbs of Ivy Rosepine for a Boston Crab! Mystery drops down, and grabs at the white hair of Ivy Rosepine in a modified chinlock!!! The back and neck of Ivy Rosepine are under constant stress as “Sexually Suggestive” makes it known! Madison, however, slides into the ring! Carla releases the Boston Crab, but it is too late as Madison nails a picture-perfect spinning heel kick! Mystery gets to her feet, but Madison notices this too, and hits a dropsault to the rising Mystery, splashing onto Carla with her landing!!! Madison hooks the leg!
1,
2…
No! Carla gets the shoulder up! Mystery tries to intervene, but Ivy Rosepine takes Mystery by the mask and pulls her back, hitting several forearm strikes to the head and shoving her back into the corner. Madison the Clown Girl picks up Carla, and does the same thing to her, hitting several forearm shots and sending her back into the opposite corner! The two women are being beat down until they are both grabbed by the wrist…sent into an Irish Whip to bump each other! Mystery and Carla are stunned by this! Mystery shoves Carla as Ivy and Madison look on! Carla shoves back, sending Mystery stumbling backwards before she comes right back at Carla with a clothesline…Carla ducks this, going under Mystery with a spear to Ivy Rosepine as Mystery hits the clothesline to Madison the Clown Girl!!! Carla and Mystery look at each other strangely, but then turn their attentions back to Madison and Ivy! Carla lifts up Madison whilst Mystery turns her attention to Ivy…Ivy comes out of nowhere with a jawbreaker to Mystery! Mystery clutches at her jaw whilst Ivy grabs the hair of Mystery and hits a mat slam! Carla picks up Madison and locks in a reverse headlock trying a tornado DDT…Ivy interrupts…but Carla locks the ankles around Ivy’s neck trying for a Gail Kim-Esque double headlock takedown…Ivy throws Carla vertically off of her…into Madison, who hits a suplex to Carla!!!
With that out of the way and both opponents down, Ivy turns to see Terina applauding Ivy from the outside!! Ivy screams at Terina to come down to the ring! Terina looks surprised by this, but seems to acquiesce this, walking slowly down to the ring as the crowd pop…however, with Terina’s back to the ring she doesn’t notice Mystery crawl over to her and once more try a roll up…
Ivy sees this out of the corner of her eye, and stomps at Mystery at the last moment, halting her! Ivy then leaps high into the air and hits a leg drop on the top of Mystery’s head! Ivy stomps some more at Mystery with her trademark black biker boots until Madison walks over to her…
Madison: Frog girl…calm down! That’s just…MEAN!
Ivy: (more mad at Terina than anything) STOP CALLING ME FROG GIRL!!!
Madison’s bottom lip starts trembling to this, and she starts to cry right in the middle of the ring. Ivy reluctantly consoles her as Madison reaches into her booty shorts and pulls out a hanky…tied to another hanky…tied to another hanky…in a large colourful hanky chain! Ivy realises what has happened and looks annoyed as the Clown Girl hands her the first hanky in the chain, now giggling. Carla is up…Carla tries to rush both Madison and Ivy…Ivy and Madison suddenly move out of the way…not dropping the hanky chain…so Carla gets knocked down by running neck first into the chain!!!
Ivy looks to the outside and sees Terina laughing at her!!! Ivy drops the hanky chain in disgust, realising she’s been made a fool out of, and picks up Carla by the head, hitting several clubs to the back! Ivy then performs an Irish Whip, sending Carla into the ropes before running the ropes herself and coming back with the BLACK DOG SERE…NO!!! Carla ducks this!! Madison tries to take Carla…Mystery is up, and she locks in a sleeper to Madison!!! Madison tries to fight back…but eventually falls against the ropes and to the outside, taking Mystery with her!!!
Carla and “Sexually Suggestive” are alone in the ring now as Woe begins to find her second wind!!! She kicks Rosepine in the gut, and then lifts her up over her head with a gutwrench suplex!!! Ivy rises…only to be hit with a high angle dropkick to the back of the head from the Hall of Famer!! Ivy falls to the mat as Carla goes over to the legs and hooks them before turning Ivy over…DEVIL LOCK!!!! DEVIL LOCK APPLIED!!! Ivy is in so much pain by this…but the arm isn’t quite hooked, so Ivy can still crawl to the ropes…Terina is at the ringside, and she slaps Ivy in the face!! Ivy reaches out to Terina, almost being dragged away from the ropes by Carla!!! Ivy remembers her predicament, and reaches out…grabs the bottom rope!!! Carla lets go…before dragging Ivy once more…Ivy twists her body around and gets to her feet before hitting the Rochester Native with a SICK ENZIGURI!!!! Carla stumbles on her feet…but “Sexually Suggestive” isn’t stopping there, quickly grabbing Carla and lifting her up…IVY BOMB!!!! Ivy hooks the legs!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
Winners: “Sexually Suggestive” Ivy Rosepine and Madison the Clown Girl!!!
Ivy Rosepine doesn’t care for post-match celebration, and she rushes out of the ring to try and get Terina…Terina runs away, hopping the guardrail as Ivy follows her in hot pursuit!!! Madison looks at this, and shrugs, getting her hand raised in the centre of the ring!!! Mystery enters, stalking Madison…Madison turns, and freaks at the sight of Mystery, trying to tell her to go away, but Mystery doesn’t back down…Madison then pulls out a gun!!! Mystery stops as Madison looks frantic!!! The gun goes off…and it’s a flag that says “BANG!”. Madison laughs once again at this, before exiting the ring quickly!!!
Mystery approaches Carla, who is trying to recover in the corner. Mystery looks down on Carla and extends her hand!!! Carla reaches out as Mystery…reaches past Carla and picks up her Limey action figure, stroking at the top of its head. Mystery retrieves her flowers, and then exits the ring as Carla is left still hurt bad by the devastating Ivy Bomb.
We fade out.
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Post by Hensley on Oct 28, 2007 14:31:24 GMT -5
*Camera shots of the crowd at the EWT Arena fill the screen for a few moments before returning to Howard Finkel inside the ring.*
Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following bout is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit, and it will be held under Tuxedo match regulations!
*Fans show some signs of confusion at the match type by raising their eyebrows and whatnot.*
Finkel: Introducing first...
*The TNA iMPACT! theme begins to play.*
Finkel: Accompanied to the ring by Jim Cornette, hailing from Lenoir City, Tennessee, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, Misterrr Fuji!
*Mr. Fuji waltzes out onto the entrance stage dressed in a dazzling tuxedo, followed closely by Cornette. The fans erupt with applause, and some old school fans even attempt to lunge across the guardrail just to touch the man.*
*Fuji enters the ring and shakes hands with Finkel and the referee then goes uptop the turnbuckle to a thundering pop. Cornette claps it up with everyone as Fuji turns to embrace him. After about a minute or two, the chatter dies down, and Finkel takes the mic once again.*
Finkel: And his opponent...
*Seek and Destroy flares across the loudspeakers.*
Finkel: He hails from Richmond, Virginia, he weighed in this morning at approximately two hundred and fifty-two pounds, Haaardcoreee Hensley!!!
*Jeers assail upon the entrant who marches down the entrance ramp quickly. He's seen in his simple attire only, no tuxedo to be found.*
*Hensley slides inside the ring as Cornette leaps in front of Fuji and Finkel, demanding an explanation.*
Finkel: Uhm, excuse me Mr. Hensley, but you seem to be out of wardrobe.
*Hensley slaps the microphone out of Finkel's hand and points towards the apron. Finkel obliges almost instantly and rolls outside, waving at the timekeeper to ring the bell.*
Tuxedo match (30-Minute Time Limit): Mr. Fuji vs. Hardcore Hensley
Cornette stands right in Hensley's face. Saliva flies from his mouth onto Hensley's face as he orders him to get into a tuxedo. Hensley finally gets fed up, and decks Cornette with a swift right hand. The forty-six year old drops to the ground holding his face as his glasses fall off. Hensley looks down and steps upon them, breaking them to a chorus of boos. Fuji jumps over Cornette and levels Hensley with a kamikaze clothesline that sparks the crowd.
Finkel helps Cornette out of the ring as Fuji gives out blows one after another to the rookie. Hensley manages to overpower him in time, and kicks him off furiously. Steaming with anger, Hensley races at the defenseless man, and downs him with repeating stiff kicks. Everyone viewing prays a stop to the match, but the official can do nothing.
Suddenly, Jim Neidhart rushes down the ramp and glides into the ring. Hensley turns and gets walloped by a forearm. Neidhart starts unloading on Hensley, but not for long as he manages to get a low blow in on the veteran. Hensley gets up holding his face, but out of nowhere grabs Neidhart and drops him with the Pizza Cutta that silences the crowd. He soaks it all in then goes back to stiff kicking away at his helpless opposition.
Hensley goes outside and retrieves a steel chair. The ref has no idea of what to call of all this, and bails before Hensley can decide on what to do with him. Just before he can get in a chair shot though, Kamala comes bumbling down the ramp to a decent pop. Hensley looks in bewilderment as the giant enters the ring and starts taunting him. Kamala makes a notion to charge, but Hensley simply whacks him over the head with the steel chair, and smirks at his foolish attempt of rescue. His assurance soon vanishes as Jeff Jarret makes his way to the ring, followed by The Powers of Pain, and "Cowboy" Bob Orton! Hensley's eyes bulge at the increasing numbers, and once he sees Kamala rising up again, decides to leave now and fight another day.
Hensley drops the chair, slides out of the ring, jumps the guardrail, and escapes into the crowd. Kamala, Jarret, The Barbarian, and The Warlord all help Fuji to his feet. They are quickly joined by Cornette and Neidhart as the crowd applauds all the men.
Winner: DRAW
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Post by Karvanda on Oct 28, 2007 22:56:47 GMT -5
*"I'm Shipping Up To Boston" begins playing & the crowd begin booing at the imminent arrival of Coach O'Hare & at least one third of Team Ireland. O'Hare appears, waving about his Hurley as usual & clad in his Team Ireland shirt, jeans, leather jacket & flat cap. Using the Hurley he gestures back towards the entranceway & Team Ireland's own Celtic Colossus, Shane Malone, follows the Coach, wearing a Team Ireland shirt over his wrestling tights. Malone surveys the crowd for a moment, as O'Hare revels in their jeers.*
Ring Announcer: The following tag-team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, representing Team Ireland, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, standing 6 feet 8 inches tall & weighing in at 297lbs, from Galway, Ireland, he is "The Celtic Giant"... SHAAAAAAANE MAAAAAALOOOOOOOONNNNE!
*The Green, White & Gold pyro that usually accompanies a Team Ireland entrance explodes at the top of the ramp as Malone continues on silently & O'Hare enthusiastically stretches out the Tricolour for all to see. He begins barking into the camera.*
O'Hare: SEE THAT BIG LAD THERE? NEXT TOOLSHED CHAMPION SO HE IS! VOLTIGEUR, YOU'VE NO CHANCE MATE!
*Malone climbs in the ring & raises his arms in the air proudly before removing his Team Ireland shirt & tossing it into the crowd. O'Hare stands behind his charge, waving the Tricolour around as usual.*
Announcer: Introducing Shane Malone’s partner…Standing in at Six feet and Five Inches, weighing in at Two Hundred and Twenty-Five pounds- Die! Shiguya!
*Dir En Grey's '304 Goucrapsu Hakushi no Sakura' plays. Fifteen seconds go by, and a white flash covers the crowd with light. A few seconds more tic by, and black streaks through the white light. Shiguya's form appears to applause, and the lights go to faint silver. He looks calm, and very relaxed. With a smug expression on his face, Die Shiguya makes his way down to the ring, sliding in and keeping his cool, looking on at his partner to-be as his music fades out, the lights return to normal and the camera focuses on the stage.*
*The opening bars of Shostakovich’s “Symphony No. 5: Finale” start up as Voltigeur steps onto the stage to quite the positive reaction, the crowd cheering for the mentally dismantled man, clad in a dark blue cloak and plumaged wide brim hat as well as his ring attire, the EWT Toolshed Championship slung over his shoulder, yet neatly in a pristine manner so as to look his absolute best.*
Announcer: And introducing the challengers….first, from Rotterdam, Netherlands, weighing in at a staggering 303 pounds…he is the EWT Toolshed Champion….VOLT-IGEUR!
*With much dignity, he takes a bow before almost trotting down the ramp and over to the ring, climbing atop the apron and stepping over the top rope. His face goes solemn as he raises his title at what could be over nine feet in the air, for nearly 12 seconds, then dropping the belt back down and handing it to the referee, along with his entrance garb. The music dies down as he assumes position away from Malone and Shiguya, his eyes looking sideways at Malone, like a man would to a common animal.*
*The beginning organ of "The Three Karma" begins to play and amongst all the fog effect and darkness, Ghost Face emerges, standing in on the middle of the stage and uncharacteristically without a single member of his group The Draugr to accompany him. He heads for the ring with his Tri-State title drug across the ground and his cane rested back across his shoulder*
Announcer: And his partner...representing The Draugr...weighing in at 225 pounds..he is The Tri-State Champion..GHOST FACE!
*Ghost Face slides into the ring and merely gives his partner and opponents a quick, dismissive glance. His gold is raised high above his head and the masses voice their displeasure. He turns to Shiguya tapping his cane against his title belt, mouthing that he will never acquire his possession before discarding his pre-match attire as the lights begin to refocus*
*Shane Malone & Ghost Face start the match. Ghost Face seems a tad uncertain about his much larger opponent & is a tad reluctant to engage him. Ghost Face returns to his own corner & tags Voltigeur. Not wanting Voltigeur to be fully ready for Malone's tactics, O'Hare instructs "The Celtic Giant" to make the tag to Die Shiguya. Malone tags Die into the match & stands at the corner. Voltigeur & Die tie up, Voltigeur getting an advantage due to his weight & height. Voltigeur, somewhat unwillingly, forces his smaller opponent to the ground. Voltigeur can no longer stand to do battle with a foe he sees as being righteous & quickly moves to tag Ghost Face. Ghost Face drops to the floor & moves away from the ring, aiming a crooked smirk up at Voltigeur. Voltigeur is clearly unhappy with his cagey partner & must reluctantly continue the battle. Die Shiguya runs at Voltigeur from behind & Bulldogs the massive knight. Die follows up with a few quick kicks & stomps to his fallen foe. Die drags Voltigeur back to his feet & the knight fights back, elbowing Die in the gut & whipping him towards the ropes. Voltigeur catches Die with a Big Boot & brings Shiguya back to a standing position. Voltigeur knees Shiguya in the gut & performs a Tiger Backbreaker on him. Rather then go for a cover, Voltigeur whips the groggy Die towards the corner where Shane Malone stands. Voltigeur practically forces Malone to make a tag. Malone slaps Die on the chest & enters the ring. Through a series of gestures, Malone challenges Voltigeur to Shoulderblock him. Voltigeur does so... & Malone stands his ground. Voltigeur lays the gauntlet down to Malone & challenges him to do the same. Malone runs the ropes, rebounds & shoulderblocks Voltigeur... who also stands his ground. The two big men stare eachother down, chest to chest, practically butting foreheads. The pair each run the ropes & collide mid-ring. The ring shakes, but both men are still standing. The start slugging it out in the ring, trading punches, blow for blow. Malone gets a boot up & kicks Voltigeur in the face. Voltigeur rocks backwards & falls to the mat like a Giant Redwood. Malone smirks & drops an elbow on Voltigeur's chest. He covers...*
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KICKOUT!
*Malone's lackadaisical cover failed to secure a pinfall victory. From his position on his back, Voltigeur begins fighting & kicking at "The Celtic Giant". Malone drags Voltigeur to his feet... a big mistake as Voltigeur rocks Shane with a Eurasian Uppercut before knocking him down with a Discus Clothesline. Voltigeur moves towards his own corner to tag in Ghost Face. Again, Ghost Face slips off the apron just before Voltigeur reaches him, drawing the ire of the packed crowd. Rather than continuing to fight Malone, Voltigeur exits the ring & catches Ghost Face tossing him back towards the ring & then holding him in place at the corner, basically FORCING Ghost Face to tag himself in. Once Voltigeur has slapped hands with Ghost Face, he grabs his partner by the head & tosses him into the ring. Ghost Face is left to face the angry "Celtic Giant". Ghost Face looks to quickly tag Voltigeur back in, but Malone grabs him before he can do so. Malone has Ghost Face by his hair, Ghost Face pokes Shane in the eye & gets a warning from the referee. Ghost Face stamps on Shane's foot & gives him a Dropsault to the chest... then another... & another! Finally, Malone is down. Ghost Face follows up with a Mushroom Stomp. He goes for a cover on Malone...*
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KICKOUT!
*Malone survives Ghost Face's assault. Before Ghost Face can figure out what to do next he finds himself hurtling towards the corner of Malone & Shiguya. Surprisingly, the two quiet men seem to be gelling well as a unit, maybe communication isn't the key to tag-team wrestling after all. Malone tags Shiguya & the pair give Ghost Face a two-man Gutbuster as Malone Gorilla Presses Ghost Face & drops him on Shiguya's knee. Ghost Face rolls on the mat, clutching at his abdomen. Shiguya drags the leader of the Draugr up & looks to nail him with a Super Kick. But the crafty Ghost Face blocks the move, catching Die's foot before it meets his face. Ghost Face sends Die spinning, but the momentim allows Die to hit Ghost Face with a surprise enzuguiri! Ghost Face is down & Die covers...*
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VOLTIGEUR BREAKS IT UP!
*Even though Voltigeur has no respect for his partner in the match he feels the need to sally forth & win the match. Even if it is with a partner he detests! Ghost Face shows little appreciation for his partners efforts and once he returns to his feet, shoves Die from behind straight into the back of the Netherlands born grappler, causing them both to stumble forward. Ghost Face quickly rolls up Die into a school boy, extending his feet onto the ropes..*
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...Die kicks out despite the cheating methods. Ghost Face doesn't waste an instant as he springs onto his fallen foe, strangling him with both hands tightly forming around his neck. The ghoul attempts to suffocate his adversary before the ref's threat of a disqualification forces him to release his grip. Ghost Face pulls Shiguya up to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle, Die's back buckling upon impact. The dreadlocked fiend rushes towards him but is Back Dropped, although he is nimbly able to land upon his feet on the apron. A clubbing blow from behind leads Ghost Face to slap on a choking version of The Tarantula, once again hoping to deprive his Survival Of The Fittest opponent of any oxygen. Ghost Face releases the hold at the count of four, only to slip back into the ring, scoring with a Low Dropkick that knocks Shiguya to the outside of the ring, falling flat on his face.
Ghost Face trails after his challenger and drives him back first against the guardrail with a Russian Leg Sweep. He attempts to continue his assault with a whip into the steel steps but Shiguya reverses and Ghost Face is flung into them, completely flipping over the object, drawing some pained winces from the crowd. Shiguya takes a moment to regain some energy before stalking after Ghost Face, lifting him upwards, and dropping him face first onto the steel steps. While Ghost Face clutches his face, Die rolls him back into the ring and follows in after him. Ghost Face crawls to his corner and tries to reach for his cane but Voltigeur kicks it off the apron, unwilling to watch such a villainous act take place. If looks could really kill then Ghost Face's profession would be staring as he gives Voltigeur a horrible glare. Die grabs Ghost Face from behind by his ankle and The Draugr leader attempts to repay him for the Enziguri from earlier but Die is able to duck. Shiguya wraps his arms around Ghost Face's waist and sends him hurling backwards with a Wheel Barrel Suplex. He hooks a leg..
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..Ghost Face throws a shoulder up. Die pulls Ghost Face up and hoists him up for a Suplex, although The Tri-State Champion is able to squirm free, landing behind him. Ghost Face Dropkicks Die on the back of his leg in desperation, dropping him onto one knee. Ghost Face stumbles to his corner and gives Voltigeur a tag..actually, more like a chop to the chest, but a tag nonetheless. Ghost Face points at Die, ordering Voltigeur to hurry up and take him out. Voltigeur's eyes begin to narrow as he steps over the ropes and into the ring, Ghost Face slipping to the outside at the same time. Voltigeur reaches down to pull Die up but receives a few shoulder thrusts to the gut for his troubles. Die suddenly drops onto one knee and nails Voltigeur under the jaw with a Elijah Burke style "4-Up" Punch that makes an audible smacking noise. Voltigeur falls onto his hands and knee's, a bit stunned. Ghost Face quickly slides back into the ring, runs up Voltigeur's back, and Dropkicks Die, knocking him through the middle rope and to the outside once more. Voltigeur is none too pleased with being used as a springboard but Ghost Face doesn't seem to care, yelling at him for his perceived incompetence. The monstrous Shane Malone pushes past the ref and nails Ghost Face with a Big Boot to the face, the zombie limply rolling to the outside afterwards, while the ref literally clings himself to the titan to get him back to his corner.*
*Voltigeur gets back up to his feet, cracking his neck and knuckles, then advancing towards the fallen Shiguya. The big Dutchman goes to pick up his much smaller adversary, receiving a shoulder once again in retaliation. Unlike before however, Volt simply snarls, picking up Die and hitting him with a leaping South-Asian knee, then putting him into a dragon sleeper. He holds it only momentarily as he lifts up Die, looking to hit the Pall-Mall buster. Surprisingly, Volt transitions this into a torture rack, his shoulders and arms locking Shiguya like a mere squirrel stuck in a bear trap. Heaving up and down and increasing pressure, Voltigeur begins to leap up into the air, each consecutive crash signaling increasing pain; a rudimentary backbreaker crushing the upper body of Die. The referee, looking a little distressed himself, checks on Shiguya…*
“Do you give up?!”
*As Shiguya goes flying up and down and back again over the shoulders of Voltigeur, a gasping “NO” can be heard. At that, Voltigeur shows a grimace of frustration. Volt turns Die over in a fireman’s carry, preparing to hit a “Ga Naar Slaap.” Just as he drops him, Die gets an arm around Voltigeur’s head, holding in a single-arm sleeper. Volt tries to grab him and turn him over, slamming him over his shoulder and down to the mat—but Shiguya outmaneuvers him again, holding on with both arms now. Volt now attempts to force him off with a huge elbow, swinging it sideways, but his smaller enemy crawls on top of him, hanging on for dear life and rolling forward--*
*--but something about it changes. Voltigeur moves backwards, thinking that it’s a victory roll in progress but Die transitions around him, flipping around and down and delivering a devastation neckbreaker, Voltigeur’s neck falling at an insane velocity onto Shiguya’s shoulder. Taking advantage of this break in time, Die hoists himself back to his feet and stays behind Voltigeur, hiding behind the mountain of a man as he gets to his feet. Voltigeur is confused. His opponent is completely out of sight. Ghost Face utters to him to turn around—and quickly—and Voltigeur obliges, only to get a stiff kick right to the jaw. A second one connects, sending him reeling and a third forces him staggering back forward, right into a lungblower from the quick Die Shiguya, who after taking a bit of a beating from Voltigeur decides to nurse his back as he approaches the adrenaline-rushed Shane Malone, who has been listlessly awaiting a tag from his partner for quite a while now. Until Voltigeur gets up, however, Shiguya does not make a tag, simply looking on at the big man as he gets up near his own corner. Immediately thereafter, the tag is made back to Shane Malone who storms into the ring. Voltigeur would get hit and knocked over by the Celtic Giant had he taken any longer, but slyly tags into Ghost Face, closing his eyes, smiling and using his two arms to “show the way” into the ring to his reluctant partner, as Malone comes barreling at them, the two closely together. Using all of his weight, Shane Malone comes crashing into the pair—although Ghost Face manages to dodge out of the way and avoid tumbling over—as Voltigeur goes flying out of the ring, caught unawares by his nemesis.*
*Meanwhile, in the ring, a melee of chain-like combat erupts between Shane Malone and Ghost Face. The huge Irishman throws a wide punch, missing his smaller opponent by a mere inch as the Tri-State champ ducks under him. As Shane winds back, Ghost face leaps up onto his shoulders, punching him on the top of the head several times; as Shane goes to Powerbomb him, the agile Ghost Face back flips out and hits Shane Malone squarely with a running dropkick, knocking him backwards into the ropes. Just as Ghost Face gets back up, Shane Malone comes bouncing back off the ropes, spearing him straight to the mat. Malone hastily makes a cover, and Voltigeur is nowhere to be found.*
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KICKOUT AT THE LAST MOMENT!
*Malone gets up, arguing with the referee and certain that he would’ve had the match won there had the ref been one nanosecond quicker. Voltigeur, laying face-down in anguish until now, climbs up to the apron nearby. Coach O’Hare calls Shane into alert, who goes to turn around—but as he sees Die Shiguya leaping into action and holding Voltigeur off—returns to his position, picking Ghost Face up from behind and readying to unleash the Dragon Slayer. Just as he is about to, he hears from his Coach a quickly let-out “Watch for him, lad!” and throws Ghost Face down, only to see Voltigeur climbing back up the apron with Shiguya immensely slowing him down with an endless barrage of kicks and chops. As Voltigeur scrambles up, he sees Malone reaching down at him for whatever purposes.*
*On the other side of things, shaking off that rather jostling spear, Ghost Face has gotten to his feet; realizing the opportunity with Malone distracted, he rushes up from behind, trying to roll him up, but as he reaches up, Malone suddenly falls down…*
*Refocusing on the confusion outside, Voltigeur has pulled Shane Malone out by the legs, the tiny space between the ring and the retaining barrier becoming a killing zone, Voltigeur sandwiched between Shiguya and Malone as the two try to disrupt him from the legal man so that he can get back into the ring.*
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*Voltigeur, fighting for some breathing room, Eurasian uppercuts Shane backwards into the ring apron and finds himself being turned around by Die Shiguya--*
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*--finding a torpedo dropkick from the retaining wall from Shiguya going straight into his face.*
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*Voltigeur staggers back into Shane Malone, the two tumbling down together as Shiguya gets back up to his feet.*
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*Die, trying to pull Voltigeur off of Malone, attempts to help his team’s legal man back into the ring, O’Hare venturing over to assist as well, at the referee’s chagrin as Ghost Face smugly looks on.*
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*Malone finally gets back to his feet.*
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*Voltigeur is back up, grabbing Malone from behind as he turns him back around, weigh laying him with a haymaker that sends him back, and pushing O’Hare aside--*
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*--headbutts Die Shiguya, growling as he receives a dropkick in retaliation.*
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*Malone tries to climb back up but Voltigeur continues to hang on. Coach O’Hare begins trying to pull him away, and Shiguya continues a stiff assault of blows back and forth*
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*Voltigeur collapses, and Shane Malone is free. Just as he is about to get back into the ring, he feels a tug on his leg that holds him from climbing up—Voltigeur is hanging onto both him and the mats on the floor!*
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DING DING DING!
*Voltigeur lets go, exhausted from his effort as he gives a deep chuckle. O’Hare is throwing a fit at this point, yelling at everyone for anything he can think of, storming about and waving his tricolour high in the air in anger.*
Announcer: Here are your winners by countout…GHOST FACE AND VOLTIGEUR!
*Ghost Face, upon receiving his Tri-State championship belt from the referee, holds it high in the air as the crowd gives their—extremely angry—reaction. As he basks in his self-perceived glow, out of the corner of his eye he notices Die Shiguya slipping into the ring, ever so silently. He sees the figure rushing at him, flinging his title sideways to catch him and knock him out, but Die ducks under it and turns around, hitting Ghost Face with strike after strike and puts him in a face lock, aiming to hit the first part of the Frozen Alibi. However, Ghost Face reverses, pushing him into the ropes and outside of the ring. Voltigeur, having gotten back up to his feet, finds himself taking blow after blow from the ursine paws of Shane Malone. With the four of them—and Coach O’Hare—in such close quarters, a brawl erupts. All hell breaks loose. Everyone attacks everyone, fists, feet and heads flying as the real life equivalent of a cartoonish, dusty brawl cloud erupts to explosive cheers, boos, and “OOOOOOOOHS!” As the referee finds himself unable to take control, the camera fades out, a single blot of blood from the fight sickeningly spattering into a nearby camera…*
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Post by xombiehiphop on Oct 29, 2007 9:29:03 GMT -5
Announcer: Currently in the ring now residing in Osaka, Japan... Weighting in at 142 lbs.... BR Juri Sadamoto!
"Twilight Sea" is heard in the background as "The Broken Rose" stands in the middle of the ring, eased into a fighting stance. The crowd voices their support for her but her mind is locked upon the task at hand. She crouches slightly with eyes narrowed.
Announcer: And her opponent..she represents The Draugr..KARMA!
The lights dim and a dark red color envelop the masses gathered. Karma steps out onto the stage looking particularly deranged on this evening. Her eyes focus squarely upon Juri as she stands in the ring, nothing but payback from their first encounter on her mind. She makes a trek to the ring, that wide, disturbing grin only growing wider and wider with each step.
Juri, remembering how enduring her last encounter with Karma was, decides to try and obtain an early advantage. Before the lighting structure of Karma's entrance even adjusts to normal, she sprints across the ring and dives out onto the zombie queen, leaping high over the top rope. Unfortunately, her plan does not work as well as she had hoped. Karma catches her Crossbody attempt and holds her securely in her arms before swiftly powering Juri up into a Powerbomb position on her shoulders. Karma takes a run forward and Powerbombs Juri straight into the guard rail! The pained expression and shout that comes from Juri tells the story but she receives no remorse whatsoever from her opponent. Karma merely snatches her by the back of her neck and rolls her into the ring while the referee checks to see if Juri would like to continue after such a nasty bump. Juri refuses to surrender.
Karma slides into the ring and pushes the ref aside so she can get her hands back on Juri. "The Broken Rose" is placed in The Tree Of Woe in a corner, hung upside down with some strands of red hair covering her face. Karma inches backwards and then comes running in full speed to drive a knee directly into Juri's stomach. Juri drops from her tangled position, flat on her face and clutching her stomach, gasping for air. Karma is relentless as she snatches Juri up once again and shoves her into a Pedigree position. Instead of dropping her onto her face, Karma brutally sends a few knee's into Juri's nose before flipping her over with a Chicken Wing Suplex. A trickle of blood can be seen running down Juri's face and this merely entices her more. Juri is hoisted upwards once more and sat upon the top rope with Karma quickly scaling after her. Karma attempts to Superplex Juri backwards but she hangs on for all she's worth. After a few more tugs, Juri finally shoves Karma forward and she topples backwards, landing flat on her back. Karma returns to her feet only to receive a pair of feet in her face courtesy of a Missile Dropkick. Karma stumbles to her feet first and rushes Juri once again but catches a Knife Edge Chop to the face which stuns her, causing her to spin around completely while clutching her cheek. Juri goes for a quick roll up, hoping to snag a win and get out of town.
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..Karma pushes away. Angered, she rises to her feet and attempts a Clothesline but Juri slithers behind her for another pinning combination.
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Not enough to keep Karma down. Juri goes for what gave her a win on their last meeting: a Crucifix. But Karma has it well scouted this time and flattens her with a Samoan Drop, bringing her momentum to a crashing halt. Karma locks Juri into a Full Nelson and begins to throttle her back and forth, causing her smaller foe to flail about like a rag doll. Digging her fingers into the back of her neck, Karma forces Juri onto her knee's. The crowd begins to rally behind Juri which only drives Karma to punish her more. Juri manages to slowly stand, place her feet on the turnbuckle and flip behind Karma, effectively breaking out of the Full Nelson. Karma spins around and Juri catches her with the "Rose Red" spinning kick which sends Karma backwards, knocking her through the middle ropes and to the outside. Juri falls onto her hands and knee's, breathing through her mouth as her nose appears to be damaged. Karma lands on the outside in a daze, shaking her white hair about, a low growl coming from her. Eventually she climbs back onto the apron only for Juri to baseball slide her ankles, causing the former Halaway to land chin first on the apron. Juri is using this to try and regain some strength but it's also infuriating Karma more and more who is growing anxious for more violence.
Karma proceeds to slide into the ring but at the same time Juri slides out. Karma's face gives a few twitches as she slides back in only for Juri to slide right back out once again. Karma throttles the ref and screams for her to order Juri back into the ring. While Karma is distracted Juri slides back into the ring and rolls her up once again.
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Forceful kick out. Juri is playing a game of cat and mouse now hoping that Karma's emotions will cause her to make a costly mistake. In her weakened state it's her only hope. Karma charges her once again but Juri slides through her legs and snags a wrist at the same time. With Karma bent over and her own arm caught between her legs, Juri pulls backwards and causes the monster to flip onto her back. Juri quickly pounces, sitting on Karma's stomach, grabbing both legs, pulling them backwards into another pin attempt.
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A pair of hands to the back shove Juri away. Karma sits up and Juri lunges forward with a Shining Wizard to take her back down. She goes for another pin but the same result occurs..another kick out. Karma rolls onto her stomach, clutching her head and Juri begins to realize that she needs something with more power and force to take out her sadistic foe. Despite her aching and pain, Juri begins to slowly climb the turnbuckles. She awaits for Karma to return to her feet, which she eventually does, albeit a bit on the wobbly side. Juri takes a leap with both knee's extended forward, hoping to smash Karma's face in with The TIMFA.
..But Karma has enough place of mind to step aside, swatting Juri away at the same time, causing Miss Sadamoto to land directly on her knee's. The audience wince at this rough landing and Juri stands in an odd position, half kneeling and half laying. Her knee's in a great deal of agony and her face blank and numb. The worst pain is about to come, however. Karma runs the ropes and proceeds to nearly rip Juri's head off with a Running Lariat she calls "The Bloody Mary". Juri falls backwards, a twisted wreck. Karma drops onto her and hooks a leg.
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Announcer: Here is your winner...KARMA!
"Get Your Gunn" is heard once more as Karma allows the ref to lift her hand in victory while in a sitting position. She soon stands over Juri, striking a crucifix pose with a twisted smirk on her face, head tilted to the side and her eyes wide and showing nothing but total insanity behind them. The camera fades with this image after Juri's courageous effort and another brutal encounter.
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Post by Curly Long on Oct 29, 2007 11:08:27 GMT -5
*We are back at ringside and the ring is empty, the crowd is restless. Suddenly the lights flicker and the classic tune of ‘Moving On Up’ hits the speaker system. The crowd turns to look at the stage as out walks Mr. Big with Curly Long on his shoulders. Curly Long has a microphone cutting off the ring announcer.*
CURLY LONG: Once again your main event midget has returned to you people in your darkest hour! For you all remember that Curly is EWT!
*Some of the crowd boo, some cheer*
CURLY LONG: Timing as they say is everything and your Midget King is here to make the lovely ladies swoon like no other man can!
*Mr. Big enters the ring, and Curly Long jumps off him while continuing to talk to the crowd*
CURLY LONG: At Survival of the Fittest I will be showing the world that there is no need to be mystified or concerned about the man they call Spectre. All you people need to know is that I will be putting this Spectre to rest, and that’s the short of it!
*Curly tosses the microphone to Mr. Big*
MR.BIG: Now then, would someone out there get that large puss-bucket known as Mr. Bad out here so I can tear his head from his shoulders!
*On that … Eminem - Square Dance hits and out from the back walks Cassinova, he has a microphone*
CASSINOVA: Hey, now... there will be no head-from-shoulders tearing on my watch! What Stumpy and The Fat Man fail to realize... is that if my partner gets decapitated, I lose this match! And, come on, me losing a match? Absurd! Heads bop to my music and ladies follow my every move. Do you know how epically my stock would drop tremendously if I lost to Kojak and his mascot? I'd never recover from that. Well, what I'm trying to say is... I don't really care how much King and Kong hate each other, but I think Kong is going to get the 'W' tonight--because this team isn't losing.
CURLY LONG: You have the ladies following your every move? Hah! The only ladies following you Cassinova are the sloppy seconds who couldn’t handle the Long Shl ….
CASSINOVA: Oh, oh! do I hear something? I think I'm going crazy; I hear a faint... tiny... insignificant voice. Sounds vaguely like shame and humiliation, with a slight hint of failure and self-loss. Ah, well. I'm sure it's probably nothing...
CURLY LONG: Why you arrogan …
*Before Curly can finish what was sure to be a obsenity laden tirade, the ominous music of Mr. Bad begins. The lights dim to an orange/brown and from the back out waddles the grotesque Mr . Bad. He and Mr. Big lock eyes clearly both want to hurt each other in ways that make hospital doctors worry. They head to the ring and enter.*
The Bell Rings
Before Cassinova or Curly can begin to arrange there team, Mr. Bad and Mr. Big lurch towards each other like slow moving dreadnoughts on a collsion course. Curly Long raises his hand in dispair as he takes his place on the apron. A flick of Cassinova’s hair as he exit to the apron suggests he is quit content to let Mr. Bad do his own thing. The former tag team partners collide shoulder to shoulder, neither man budging. Mr. Big shoves Mr. Bad, and Mr. Bad shoves him back. This descends into a trade of punches with neither man really getting the advantage. Mr. Bad changes tactic lunges forward with a stabbing chop, but Mr. Bad sidesteps the attack and catches Mr. Bad on the back of the head with a double handed clubbing blow. Mr. Bad stumbles forward allowing Mr. Big to latch on a sleeper hold. Mr. Bad flails about and gathers enough momentum to reach his corner, Cassinova tags in via Mr. Bad’s blubbery shoulder. Mr. Big unaware and still holds onto Mr. Bad with his sleeper.
The crowd gives and audible ooh
Cassinova has hopped onto the ring ropes and spring-boarded into Mr. Big bringing him down with a modified bulldog maneuvre. The referee has the unenviable task of telling Mr. Bad to go to the apron, and has about as much success as a George Foreman boxing comeback. Mr. Big is back up and being peppered with shots from Cassinova, but isn’t in bad shape because of them and shoves the arrogant young man away as he tags out to Curly Long.
Meanwhile Mr. Bad blatantly ignoring the referee charges belly first towards Mr. Big, at the last minute Mr. Big sees the oncoming blubber factory and the pair go off the top rope and hit the outside like chopped liver on the kitchen floor. Back in the ring and both Cassinova and Curly Long have paused to watch the two 400 plus pound men try to impersonate badly controlled kites. Curly is the first to be aware he has a match to finish and grabs Cassinova and rolls him up for a pin.
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No Cassinova has reversed it … he’s holding the ropes!
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Bell Rings
ANNOUNCER: The winner of this match is Cassinova and Mr. Baaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh
*The announcer has been caught in the brawl of the two behemoths and is now crushed between the guard rail and the backside of Mr. Bad. The two pound away on each other until security and wrestlers comes out to split them up. In the ring Cassinova celebrates, whilst Curly Long can’t believe he got beaten by such a cheap tactic that he himself would use.*
(Cut to commercial)
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