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Post by The Zephyr Brothers on Aug 23, 2007 19:49:04 GMT -5
*Backstage, the Zephyr Brothers can be seen in their ring gear, walking up to the signup sheet for the tag gauntlet.*
Mark: Hey...there's no pen.
Mike: Damn, we should've brought one.
Mark: *looking down at the floor* Hey, what about this? *he picks up a half-melted piece of chocolate dropped on the floor*
Mike: BRILLIANT! Let's use it!
Mark: *goes up to the board and holds the piece of chocolate like a pen...*
"Wait."
*Mark stops, looking behind him with Mike to find a tall, wiry man standing behind him, clad in a purple jacket, black pants, dark sunglasses, a purple cowboy hat on his head and long, pale, light blue hair running down to just below his shoulders.*
Mike: Who are...you...?
Hal: I am the one that accompanies his clients in their plots for growth and expansion...yeeeeeahaaaahahaha....growth........and expansion....hhhhhmmmmpphh....aaahh...the one and only.
Mike: The one and only...?
Hal: ...Hal Jaerak. Expert behind the scenes planner, fashion designer, head tailor, man-at-makeup, and photographic/videographic director of visual arts. You know, to help my clients with their juggling of business and wrestling...It's a very hard job, but a worthy challenge.
Mark: T...
Hal: JAE-TEE! I work for them. Nice hard job, that's what I like.
Mike: ...
Hal: *pulls out a pen from his jacket* Take this pen, and sign aboard, and you will be on a road to pain misery and misery pain...journey forth, sign your name in blood to...
Mike: To...?
Mark: Three?
Hal: THAT THING YOU FEAR, FACE IT OR BEWARE!
*Hal leans over to them and slowly hands Mark the pen, flicking the piece of chocolate from his hand, his eyes crazily scanning the Zephyr's hands.*
Hal: Sign with the pen or face it now. And may I warn you...
Mike: Warn us?!
Hal: WATCH FOR THE WAY THAT YOU WALK!
Mark: What does THAT mean?
Hal: It means that you need to tread carefully. Oh and...brush up on your skills. They need polish. You're like a creaky, squeaky house. Except houses are beautiful, in their very own way.
Mike: Okay.
Hal: NOW WOULD YOU LISTEN TO THESE WORDS THAT YOU WERE GIVEN?
Mike: Eh?
Hal: You have been warned, the future is marked with your falling out from EWT in the future. You are doomed! THEY ARE ALL DOOOOOOMED! NO-ONE WILL BE VICTORIOUS VERSUS THE MAN OF THUNDER, THE MAN OF JUPITER, AND THEIR WOMAN OF THE NICKNAME 'TERINA!' THEY ARE A JUGGERNAUT, UNPIERCEABLE! AND THEIR THIRST FOR SUCCESS IS WHAT KEEPS THEM CEMENTED AT THE VERY TOP, AN ALMIGHTY FORCE NO MAN NOR WOMAN CAN DEFEAT!
*He begins to walk away quietly*
Hal: Now if you'll excuse me...blackness beckons.
...
As does my work for some new attire for the two men and their lady...and being the man behind the scenes...
*Hal walks a good distance away, the Zephyrs looking onward. Mark turns back around, signing his name on the board, dropping the pen, and the two Zehpyrs slowly slink away, looking back in Hal's direction as the camera fades out.*
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Post by Ronnie L. Cordova on Aug 23, 2007 22:01:31 GMT -5
*We cut to the the arena and the AWF's "The Ambassador" is in the ring. "Electric Avenue" by Eddy Grant hits and Ronnie Cordova rolls out, and he looks SMASHED! He's holding a kendo stick.*
Lillian Garcia: "From the University of Indiana, weighing in at..."
*Lillian's introduction is interrupted by Ronnie drunkenly yelling.*
Ronnie: *looking at the Ambassador* BAD MAN! THIS IS THE NIGHT YOU GO DOWN! 10 POINTS! THAT'S ALL I NEEDS!
*Ronnie enters the ring and the ref, despite Ronnie not being fit for competition, calls for the bell to start the match.*
*Bell dings*
Ronnie cracks The Ambassador over the head with the kendo stick! The Ambassador falls over onto his back.
Ronnie: 1 BAD MAN!
Ronnie hits him again.
Ronnie: 2 BAD MAN!
Ronnie hits him again.
Ronnie: 3 BAD MAN!
Ronnie hits him again.
Ronnie: 4 BAD MAN!
Ronnie hits him again.
Ronnie: 5 BAD MAN!
Ronnie hits him again.
Ronnie: 6 BAD MAN!
Ronnie hits him again.
Ronnie: 3.14 BAD MAN!
Ronnie hits him again.
Ronnie: 12 BAD MAN!
Ronnie hits him again.
Ronnie: 873 BAD MAN!
Ronnie hits him again.
Ronnie: 10 BAD MAN! I WIN! I WIN!
Ronnie rolls around the ring on his skates and celebrates, but then trips over the body of The Ambassador and lands head first on the turnbuckle knocking himself out. He too, lands on his back. The ref begins the 10 count.
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10!
The ref calls for the bell.
*Bell dings*
Lillian: "The referee has ruled this match a no contest!"
*The fans boo the decision. Paramedics come and check on both grapplers as we go to commercial.*
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Post by teamireland on Aug 24, 2007 17:09:30 GMT -5
*Maniac Manny waits in the ring when Dropkick Murphys' "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" starts playing. When the upbeat of the sing hits, Coach O'Hare marches out, proudly waving the Tricolour about. He pauses for a moment & points back towards the entranceway with both hands as "The Celtic Giant" enters with a scowl on his face & clearly ready for action. Malone cracks his knuckles & walks on down as the announcer... umm... announces him.*
Toni "The Garc" Garcya: And the opponent, representing Team Ireland, weighing in at 297lbs, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, from Galway, Ireland... "THE CELTIC GIANT"... SHANE... MA~LONE!
*The Green, White & Gold pyro explodes at the top of the ramp as Malone throws his arms in the air & lets out a gutteral roar. Shane & O'Hare continue on towards the ring at a slightly faster pace. Malone steps over the rope & immediately charges towards Maniac Manny, knocking him down with a big lariat.*
DING-DING!
Nick Russ: Greetings EWT fans & welcome to another exciting evening of EWT action. As you can see we're already off to quite an explosive start as Shane Malone makes a return to the ring after a slight hiatus.
Jerome "The Lord" East: This guy has something serious to prove tonight, Nick. Toom E. Dangerously put Shane Malone into a Scaffold Tables match at Skies The Limit II & it's for #1 contendership to the Toolshed Title. It's been a while since Team Ireland held any gold. Malone needs to prove that he deserves his spot in that match.
*Malone hefts Manny up off the ground & whips him to the ropes, catching him with a Spinebuster on the rebound. But Malone is not done with Manny just yet. He lifts Manny up over his head & presses him a few times as the crowd gasps. Malone walks to the side of the ring nearest the ramp & tosses Manny out so far that he lands on the rampway.*
Russ: What was that you wre saying about the need to prove himself Jerome? Looks like that break hasn't hampered Malone at all.
East: His strength has never been in question, Nick, but he's got to show us a bit more than that.
*Before the referee can even begin his 10-count, Malone has gone outside the ring & he's thrown Manny back in as Coach O'Hare can be seen beaming in the background. Malone let's out another roar as the crowd boos him. Malone steps back into the ring over the ropes again, but before he can do anything, Maniac Manny is back on his feet. Manny starts punching at Malone, but Shane shrugs it off & slugs Manny with a colossal right! As Manny lies dazed on the mat, Shane scoots to the opposite corner & wauts for Manny to get to his feet. As soon as Manny is back up, Shane charges across the ring & obliterates him with a devestating spear!*
Russ: I think the ring shook with that one! That was extraordinary!
*Shane gets back to his feet, tosses his hair back out of his face & surveys the crowd with a scowl. He makes a slashing movement across his throat & waits for Manny to get up again.Shane stands crouched slightly, but with his arms spread out. Manny drags himself back up using the ropes for support. His back is towards Shane who quickly clamps Manny in a Full Nelson. Manny panics, his arms start flailing wildly... but there's no escape. Shane takes Manny back over with "The Dragon Slayer" & makes the cover...*
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3!!!
*"I'm Shipping Up To Boston" begins playing once again.*
"The Garc": Here is your winner... SHANE MA~LONE!
*The referee goes to raise Malone's arm, but Malone snaps his hand away from the ref's grasp as the official backs off. O'Hare enters the ring & proudly stands next to his "Celtic Giant".*
East: Wow! Well, that was short & sweet.
Russ: And I think it left people fairly convinced that if there's a man who belongs in that Scaffold Match at The Skies The Limit II, it's "The Celtic Giant"!
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Post by liontamer12 on Aug 25, 2007 5:19:21 GMT -5
We fade in on a picture of Jonnie Sparks. We can only assume it is hanging on the wall. The camera holds still on the image as the faint rumble of the crowd lowers even more in curiosity. Suddenly, a hand reaches out and rips the picture from the wall. It is revealed that the picture was mounted on a mirror which now shows the painted face of John "The Lion" Valentine. The crowd faintly cheers in the background and Valentine begins to ruffle his brow in anger. Breathing heavily, he gnashes his teeth and soon the back of Amnestria's silky blonde hair moves in, covering the view of Valentine's face. The camera backs up and pans left to reveal Amnestria hanging on the shoulders of Valentine. He stares ahead, not making eye contact as Amnestria speaks.
Amnestria: John...
Valentine's upper lip quivers up, revealing fangs.
Amnestria: John...Is this all you're going to think about?
Valentine quickly turns his head toward Amnestria and ruffles his brow even more. He reaches around Amnestria's head, gently, with his left hand and caresses his right hand on her waist.
Amnestria: John...
They remain in this position for a few moments until, in a quick, aggressive motion, he pulls her head to the side with his left hand and lunges his mouth down on her exposed neck. Amnestria gasps and grabs tightly on Valentine's body. Her vulnerability puts her in a shock of sorts and the camera pans behind her zooming in on Valentine's face. He slowly lifts his head and glares at the camera. Without a blink he begins to speak.
John "The Lion" Valentine: Cowards die many times before their deaths, The valiant never taste of death but once. Next week Jonnie, you and I...if you choose to accept. Yes, you hear me correctly. I have challenged you to a match. Let's see how many times you die when I face you next week, Mr. Sparks.
Fade out.
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Post by dorf on Aug 25, 2007 20:06:54 GMT -5
*The camera rises backstage to dorf, where he has his wrestling gear to get ready for his match...NEXT!, but first, he has a message.* Dorf: *gently laughs* Oh ho...Toom E. Dangerously my match will be up next against Hurricane Smith, but I have a BIG ANNOUNCEMENT FOR YOU! Next week, on EWTs ExtremeHeatVelocityImpact! you will go one on one with....... JZ! Have a nice day! By the way, if you use your executive powers in your match, I will be sitting along-side with the commentators to make sure both of you play by the "rules." *Camera fades to commercial as dorf walks to the aisle.*
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Post by dorf on Aug 25, 2007 21:14:08 GMT -5
*Camera goes to the ring, where Howard Finkel is currently standing.*
Finkel: In the ring, weighing in at 238 pounds, from Dixon Illinois, HURRICANE SMITH!
*Smith tries to get his fighting Illinois veterans of the law enforcement to cheer for him, but the boo's are louder than his cheers. The arena gets dark as dorf's music, is different...yet again.*
Finkel: *"Signs" by Ace of Base plays* Coming down the aisle, weighing in at 270 pounds, from Filthadelphia, Pencilvania, DORF!
*Dorf comes under the CrapTron to a lot of cheers for what has been restored in EWT. He struts down the aisle slowly to make sure no sneak attacks occur. Nothing happens as he enters the ring just fine and dandy. He stares at Hurricane Smith and looks very confident....then dorf turns his back to raise his arms to the crowd for pops.*
Bell: DING! DING! DING!
*Smith spints at dorf at a Hurricane like speed....23 mph to the WNW with 1008 millibars to be exact, a full, clubbing blow to dorf's back got affected with direct landfall. Apparently, this brute strength only felt like a Tropical Depression as dorf turned around, pissed off. He shook his head "no" at Smith, while he attempted to throw a right at dorf. Dorf caught his right and pushes it away. Smith attempts another right, but dorf ducks it and performs a Back Suplex to Smith*
*Dorf makes Smith stand up and Irish Whips him to the ropes. Once Smith flung back...Dorf connects with the DORF-BUSTER to Smith! To make things even worse, dorf makes Smith stand up once more as it appears, IT IS....as dorf executes the Dorf-Plex! It is completed and dorf attempts for the pinfall victory!*
Referee:
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3!
Winner: by pinfall, DORF!
*Dorf gets his hand raised and the crowd goes wild. Dorf walks back up the aisle as it appears the dorfman industries owner still can do two jobs. The camera fades to commerical as soon as dorf disappears underneath the CrapTron.*
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Post by Ass Dan on Aug 25, 2007 21:42:08 GMT -5
The siren-like guitar of Tom Morello signals the start of 'Testify', giving the audience something to boo.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the EWT World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, representing the EWT Stable champions Minipax, from Airstrip One, weighing in at 234 lbs., he is the EWT World Heavyweight Champion, Joe One!
As per usual, One's cold stare is oblivious of the negative response he gets.
Announcer: And his opponent, already in the ring. From Toluca, Edomex, weighing in at 234 lbs., Tito Santana!
The crowd goes crazy as Santana is announced. He poses a bit as One enters the ring. One still has a bit of difficulty detaching the title from his new uniform. He hands it over to the referee, who holds up the title. He signals for the bell.
*ding ding ding*
One shakes out his hands as Santana slowly moves toward him. The two lock up. One gets an advantage, pushing him down to the mat. One dictates Santana's moves, keeping pushing in Santana's chest with his head while pinning his appendages with his respective ones. Santana rolls out, locking One in an armbar. One stamps his heel, showing a bit of pain. One manages to get to the ropes, forcing Santana to break up the armbar.
One climbs on the ropes, but out of the corner of his eye, sees Santana running to him. As Tito begins to make contact with Joe, Joe lifts Santana up into the fireman's carry, going to the middle of the ring with Santana on his shoulders, and hitting a Pumphandle Michinoku Driver II. One runs to the ropes, and as Santana gets back up, One hits him with an Aristrip Kiss! One runs around him and locks in the First Lightning. Santana tries to reach the ropes, but the pain is too much for him, and he taps out.
*ding ding ding*
Announcer: Here is your winner, and STILL EWT World Heavyweight Champion, Joe One!
The referee raises One's hand and gives him back the title. One pats the title and exits the ring as we...
*CUT TO COMMERCIAL*
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Post by TJT on Aug 26, 2007 0:00:19 GMT -5
*In the locker room of TJT, Jimmy Thunder and Jason Jupiter are sitting on opposite sides of the leather sofa, watching TV in their casual wear and wearing their World tag belts around their waists, feet propped up on the coffee table. Between them is Terina, sitting in a skirt and green top, filing her fingernails, and paying little attention to the TV.* Terina: So Jack's out of Minipax...I can't believe it... Jupiter: Where is he, anyway? He always seems to wander off like a buffalo in the middle of winter... Terina: Who knows. I'm surprised he actually told them off and left...haha... Jupiter: Yeah well, how about that tag gauntlet? Terina: Some teams...some look like tough opponents... Jupiter: I just hope we don't face Raft-Shack. Good Lord, they're insane. Annoying, and insane. Not good foes for us. Terina: They're TOTALLY clueless. Jupiter: You got that right...but I'm still wondering who the boss wants us to face. Maybe the Midnight Jackass and Token Rich Black Guy That Isn't Really Black By Attitude And Only By Skin Color That Dresses Fancy And Acts Refined And Has Less Soul Than Alfred From Batman And That Attribute Is Played Up To Make Up For His Total Lack Of Soul As Said. Maybe Chris Indigo and that Noah guy that's twenty times heavier than The Ark. *Thunder is watching TV, ignoring the whole conversation.* Jupiter: *rubs his face, scanning for any stray facial hair* Damn, I need a shave. Terina: Yeah, you're starting to look like a British stoner guitarist. Jupiter: *in a horrible English accent* That's ENGLISH stoner guitarist, lass. Now quiet your mouth or no kippers for breakfast, love! Terina: *slaps him on the shoulder* That was bad...BAD BAD BAD! Jupiter: *back to his normal voice* What do you expect from me, I'm Scotch-Irish American, not English! You're more than me! Terina: Yeah, only about 12-and-a-half percent. Jupiter: What's the rest? Terina: Twelve and a half percent Russian, quarter Swedish...rest is Italian... Jupiter: Cause your last name sounds Scandanavian. Terina: Point being...? *her eyes shift back to her fingers, and continues filing* Jupiter: Nothing in particular, I'm just figuring that's where it comes from...and your real first name...which is an extension of your nickname...definitely... Terina: Russian. Definitely. Jupiter: That's what I figured. Anyway, did you hear of the stipulation for the GND Championship match? Terina: *She puts down her file and begins laughing* Haha! Oh yes, THAT. Losing was a blessing. I can always go for that title again, later on, and without looking trashy... Jupiter: EeeeXACTLY! *Jason and Terina both smile, the bearded champion scracting his chin and nodding, about to add something when This can be audibly heard at this point, Thunder lip synching the beginning lines...* Jupiter: And besides, with Jim and myself as EWT World Tag Team Champions, and us needing some good, effective--visually and tactically--managing, you're the right one for the job, sugarplum. Right, Jim? Thunder: *Jimmy reaches the 10 second mark in the clip* NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!*Terina immediately frowns, and not paying attention to the TV at all, has a disheartened and saddened look, while Jupiter almost springs out of his seat.* Thunder: GET OUTTA HERE WITH THAT WATCH! LAY OFF THE POOR BEAVERS, WILL YA?! SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEESH! YOU'RE A CREEP! GO AWAY! *Terina looks confused and saddened, ready to break down, and Jason has a "WTF?" expression worthy of a Kodak moment* Thunder: WE'RE HAVING A GOOD TIME TILL YOU SHOWED UP, JEEPERS! GO HAVE SOME COFFEE, WITH CREAM, OR SOMETHING! *Terina no longer looks sad, but now looks utterly confused like Jason* Thunder: CAUSE I'LL TELL YOU SOMETHING...THIS IS A HAPPY-- Jupiter and Terina: JIM! Thunder: ...huh? OH. Oh. OH. Sorry. Oh sure, Terina, you're THE babe for the job. *Terina smiles, but Jason begins to look around, pulling a bottle of Dalmore, shrugging and guzzling away.* Thunder: Now if only we get the opponents... *Terina resumes filing her nails as Jimmy polishes his belt while watching TV, Jupiter curled up and drinking away, as the camera fades out.*
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Post by radicalbuttercup on Aug 26, 2007 1:07:40 GMT -5
~"Tablescraps" by Stolen Babies begins to play as Madison The Clown arrives on the stage. Most of the brightness and color of her clown make up has been replaced with a simple white look. No crazy grin on her face either but just a scowl. She tilts her head towards the ring as Mr.Bunny and Ghost Face soon appear at behind her~
King Of The Announcer Kingdom: Making her way to the ring....accompanied by Ghost Face and Mr. Bunny....Madison The Clown Giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirl!
~No theatrics as Madison enters the ring. She simply stares down her opponent while Mr.Bunny sticks to the outside. Who knows what goes on the in the mind of a ginormous dood in a bunny costume. Ghost Face stays outside as well, a smirk on his face, which is somewhat hidden behind his blond dreads. Madison takes a microphone and glares at her opponent before her usual cheerful grin appears on her face~
Madison: Hi! Capitana Natasha! You don't exist! I googled you! Nothing! YOU aren't even real! I know who you are! Your really Synthy in disguise! You can't trick me! I CAN SMELL YOU! Oh! Oh! If your Synthy that means we need to prep for our match! ......Do ya know what that means? Do ya? Do ya? Do ya? It means we need a whole buncha stupid stipulations!
~Mr.Bunny slides behind the Captain......~
Madison: Handicap match!
~Mr.Bunny double axe handles mystery woman to the ground~
Madison: ......Stomp your opponent five times and win a prize!
~Madison steps forward and does just that~
Madison: Degrade your opponent as much as possible!
~Mr.Bunny binds Natasha's arms behind her back and forces her to stand. Madison tears off her shirt/upper attire/whatever she may or may not wear usually until she's in her bra~
Madison: OH! Do we have any lame guest ref's back there from the 80's? ......No? .....Next best thing.....
~Madison looks to Ghost Face who's smirk grows a little wider. He rolls a burlap sack into the ring which Madison begins to untie. She turns it upside down and thumb tacks come spilling out. Natasha wiggles to get free~
Madison: Thumb tacks!
~Mr.Bunny hoists the struggle woman above his head and drops her face first onto the tacks. This provides some obvious discomfort to both her and the audience. Madison kneels down beside the screaming woman and speaks in an uncharacteristic hiss~
Madison: You aren't my friend any more, Synthy. You are my enemy. You are standing in front of what is mine. My title. It's mine. You can't have it.
~Hopping to her feet she tosses the sack to Mr.Bunny and throws a finger skywards~
Madison: ......Burn your opponent alive!
~Mr.Bunny removes some lighter fluid from the sack and begins to pour it all around Natasha. Madi strikes a match on her hip and her eyes look almost inhuman now. Before she can do something horrible, a flood of officials and ref's come down to stop it. Madison and Mr.Bunny slide out of the ring and the clown's bodyguard carries her through the crowd. She laughs wildly, laughing her head off. Ghost Face looks extremely pleased with the progress as the scene fades.....~
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Post by Koda, Master Crunchyroller on Aug 26, 2007 2:53:56 GMT -5
We fade in from commercial to see the inside of the arena.
* "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns 'n Roses begins to play *
Lillian: The following contest is a tag team match and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 505 lbs, the team of Houston and Titan, Team Domination!
Team Domination make their way to the ring with some cheers from the crowd, but mostly boos. They slide into the ring and ignore the crowd as their music dies down.
Lillian: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 490 lbs, the team of Tony Atlas and Koko B. Ware!
The crowd pops loud at the legend team. The ref calls for the bell as Houston and Atlas start off. Atlas and Houston lock up in a collar-elbow tie up. Houston pushes Atlas to the ground, and begins stomping on him. Houston drops a quick elbow drop then lifts Atlas to his feet. Houston walks Atlas over to his corner and slams Atlas' head onto Titan's foot which Titan placed on the top rope.
Houston turns around and begins arguing with the ref, distracting him as Titan locks in a dragon sleeper on Atlas over the top rope. Titan lets go and Houston stops arguing with the ref, but Koko enters the ring and the ref turns to Koko and tries to remove him from the ring. Houston sets Atlas up in the corner and Titan holds him still. Houston hits Atlas with a running knee to the mid section. The ref finally convinces Koko to get back on the apron.
Houston tags Titan in and Titan whips Atlas into his own corner. Titan charges at Atlas, but Atlas elbows Titan in the face. As Titan stumbles, Atlas hits him with a bulldog. Atlas slowly gets to his feet and tags in Koko, which gets a huge crowd reaction. Atlas and Koko whip Titan into the opposite ropes, and both charge at him for a double clothesline, but Titan ducks both of their arms and bounces off the opposite ropes.
Titan flies back at them and hits both of them with a front flip elbow at the same time. Titan srpings to his feet and boasts to the crowd, who boo him back. Atlas rolls out of the ring as Titan lifts up Koko. Koko breaks free and goes for a punch, but Titan ducks behind Koko and hits him with a huge german suplex.
Titan then begins raking the forehead and eyes of Koko at the same time. The ref forces Titan off of Koko, and Titan begins arguing with the ref, distracting him once more. Houston sneaks into the ring and nails Koko with a low blow. As Koko tries to balance himself, Houston bounces off of the ropes and hits him with a running STO.
Houston rolls out of the ring and sneaks up behind Atlas who is now back on the ring apron. Houston pulls Atlas' feet out from under him, dropping Atlas jaw first across the apron. Houston rolls back into the ring, as Titan lifts Koko to his feet. Titan signals for Houston to go to the top rope.
Once Houston makes his way to the top rope, Titans lifts Koko up for a back suplex, but instead hands him to Houston who readies him for a power bomb. Titan gets onto the ring apron and Houston drops Koko with a sitdown power bomb from the top rope as Titan hits a springboard guillotine leg drop on Koko at the same time. Titan barely hooks the leg of Koko and both Titan and Houston have a grin on their faces.
One!
Two!
Three!
Lillian: Here is your winner, Team Domination!
Shortly after Titan and Houston have their arms raised in victory, they begin stomping on Koko, when Atlas slides into the ring. Titan and Houston begin stomping on him as well. Titan leaves the ring and grabs two steel chairs, then reenters the ring and hands one to Houston. Titan lays his chair on the mat and lifts Koko up for the Atlas Bomb! Titan drives Koko back first onto the steel chair. Houston also lays down his chair, but whips Atlas into the ropes and then hits him with the Ground Control onto the chair!
Team Domination stands over their defeated opponents as Titan calls for a mic.
Titan: Look real close! This is a message for all the teams involved in the gauntlet match! Team Domination is out to win, and we always get what we want.
Just then, Jason Graham makes his way out onto the stage with Uncle Willie in tow.
Jason: Oi, pricks! Did you guys forget the arse kicking we gave you at A Soundless Dawn? Luckily for you, I won't be in the gauntlet match, but I do know a team of fellows that ARE in that match that just can't wait any longer for The Skies the Limit II! Teddy! Kevin!
Out from the crowd, Teddy and Kevin Graham enter the ring and take Titan and Houston down from behind. Kevin levels Titan with the Celtic Driver! Teddy picks Houston up and levels him with the Kilt Slam! Jason makes his way into the ring and begins stomping on both Titan and Houston.
Danny Ashley walks out onto the stage, looks out at Team Domination, and then turns back and heads for the backstage area, when Koda and Job Bher burst out from behind the curtain and take Danny down with a series off punches. Koda lifts Danny up, and F.O.G. levels him with the Ring of Death.
The crowd erupts at these events, and the Celts in Kilts celebrate in the ring as Koda and Job head backstage.
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Post by Bedlam LadyD on Aug 26, 2007 10:45:40 GMT -5
*Camera zooms in to a darkened backstage area. Synthy Eris is in view, although at an odd angle do to the cameraman having been punched when he snuck up behind her. She’s in her usual black leather/worn jeans attire, except without the bright red halter top. Her hair is styled in an unusual manner for her- it’s slicked downward and simply curls around her face. Her eyes are huge and manic, and her violent pink scar beneath her eye seems to glow. Her body is somewhat blended in to the background. She’s staring downward at the camera, and after a moment, she gets down to her knees and crosses her arms over her chest. In one hand is a doll of Madison the Clown Girl, in the other is a barbed-wire covered ... Synthy action figure.
Syn: You’ve popped my head off. Figuratively. You set me on fire. Figuratively. You said I am blocking your path to your title. Not Figuratively. Hurt me, maim me, kiss me, kill me. Do whatever you want Madison, but I want you to realize one simple thing that even -you- can understand without warping it. That title is not yours’. That title belongs to the worthiest of contenders, not to backstabbing harlequin harlots who break their friendships for the sake of a zombie madman! Madison...this is why I try to keep myself AWAY from friendships, away from people...away from heartache. People break me. I get to know them...to trust them... and then they do what you did. They hurt me. I don’t like being emotionally battered, Madison. At our match.... you’ll see just what kind of chaos I can cause against former allies....ex-friends, if you will. I’m sorry it came to this Madison, I really had been enjoying your distorted companionship.. But at the PPV, that belt? It. Will. Be MINE.
*As her words echo across the hall, Synthy slowly begins to unravel the barbed wire wrapped around her mini-version. It digs into her skin and causes her hand to bleed...but as she does so, she entwines Madison’s doll in it. A few seconds pass, both of her hands are bloody....and both dolls are bonded by a strand of the wire. With a look at the camera, with her eyes shining, Synthy pulls the dolls in separate directions.
Both of the dolls rip into halves, their bond held together by a simple, very taut strand. Syn drops them to the ground. She holds up her bloodied hands, and gives an impassive glance to the camera before standing up and turning her back to the camera, blood dripping. Splotches of crimson can be seen, illuminated by the camera's glow as Syn's figure disappears.
The camera man can be heard groaning as he regains consciousness and the camera fades out.*
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Limey
Unicron
It's been awhile.
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Post by Limey on Aug 26, 2007 12:06:55 GMT -5
*Limey is backstage, doing cardio. He is approached by a figure. Limey turns around and smiles.*
Limey: Nice to meet you.
*The figure walks into view. It's Carla.*
Carla: Likewise. Just wondered what you were planning on doing back here in EWT. You mentioned something about taking on new challenges...I just want to know what you meant by that.
Limey: Oooh...Carla...lets just say I have BIG plans here in EWT...and I think you, and all of EWT's fans may be happy with the outcome.
Carla: Funny you should say that...I have some pretty BIG plans of my own. Don't worry, this is something I want to do by myself.
Limey: Big plans? Like what?
Carla: That's a surprise, Limey. Can't tell you...yet. But you'll know after STL II, along with everyone else.
Limey: Come on...I'll tell you what I'm planning.
Carla: Hmm...well, alright then, I trust you.
*Carla goes up to Limey and whispers something indistinct into his ear. Limey's eyes widen upon hearing this.*
Limey: You're kidding.
Carla: I'm deadly serious.
Limey: Whoa....well...good luck to you on that.
Carla: Whoa...forgetting something?
Limey: Hmm? Oh, sure.
*Limey whispers something indistinct to Carla. Carla's eyes widen upon hearing it.*
Carla: WHAT?
Limey: Yes, you heard me right.
Carla: ...good luck to you on that.
Limey: Same to you. And good luck against the Ragnals.
Carla: Ditto. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to make some phonecalls.
*Carla leaves as Limey continues cardio. We cut to the next segment.*
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Spectre
Mike the Goon
"The echo of a point in time..."
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Post by Spectre on Aug 26, 2007 13:08:44 GMT -5
-In the back, in a barely lit room, the silhouette of Spectre can be seen performing various exercises with old, outdated equipment, and various objects he's using as stand-ins for the real thing. He trains alone, and still has his mask on. He hefts a large box over his head, holding it up while he does squats. The camera zooms around, catching him in the act. He doesn't even turn to face it, his eyes just remain straight forward.-
A "Scaffolds-Tables" match? Clearly not my true area of expertise. The ultra-violent heritage of the EWT rears its ugly head once more, offering the winner a chance at the Toolshed Title.
Perhaps some would say I don't belong in such a match. Given what I've displayed thus far, I'd be hard pressed to argue.
-He drops the box with a loud THUD on the ground, and stands up straight. He stretches out his arms and back while tilting his neck in an odd direction, giving his body an almost grotesque shape as he seems to stretch every muscle group out. He snaps back to normal, the fluid motions he's already known for already perceptible, even as he stands mostly still.-
Parameters are parameters, rules are rules, and I will have to follow them. However, just because the setting changes does not mean the facts do. And the facts are thus: I am a fighting machine, and a true warrior. If the participants in this fight don't think I've learned more than enough about brawling in my worldly travels, they will find themselves sorely regretting their ignorance.
It has, however, come to my attention that a member of the stable Minipax will be involved in this match, as will a member of Team Ireland. Know only this: while the match we are about to participate in may be steeped in the blood soaked, depraved history of ultraviolent competition, I, for one, will still not tolerate a single individual defiling said competition. This is the one and only warning I will give to any person or persons who feel the urge to become involved in this match: stay away.
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Post by williamo on Aug 26, 2007 14:57:19 GMT -5
*Steve Doll waits in the ring when the overlay dramatic chords of "Sweden" by The Divine Comedy start up. Liam O'Neill appears from under the Toomi/Dorfotron, a little bit twitchy. His hair covering nearly his entire face. Only his mad staring eyes can be seen through the straggly red locks.*
Toni "The Garc" Garcya: Introducing the opponent, weighing in at 209lbs, from Cork, Ireland, LIAM... O... NEILL!!!
*Liam walks on down the aisle, surprisingly, the fans still remember who he is despite the fact he's done bugger all in EWT of late.*
Jerome "The Lord" East: Well, look who finally decided to show up. Where's this ass been hiding for the past few weeks?
Nick Russ: I wouldn't be surprised if Coach O'Hare sent him on an errand to buy some tartan paint. You know this guy's so confused. he doesn't know whether to trust Team Ireland or his new friend Mahavir Abha.
East: Hell, I'd go for Team Ireland. At least some of them have been showing up here lately. When's the last time you saw Mahavir Abha?!
DING-DING!
*In the ring the matc is just getting underway. Liam runs towards Steve Doll who takes him over with an Arm Drag. Liam takes a moment to regain his composure & he charges for Doll again, only to get sent flying with a Back Body Drop.*
Russ: This isn't turning out to be the return match Liam O'Neill was hoping for.
East: You can say that again. When one half of Well Dunn is kicking your ass, something's definitely amiss.
*Liam rolls to the outside. He smacks himself in the head.*
Liam: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! YOU'RE NOT GOING THERE!
Russ: What on Earth is he doing?
East: He's lost it again. This guy just isn't mentally fit to be a wrestler!
*Liam reaches into his trousers & pulls out a small bottle of pills. he pours a few into his hands & pops them.*
East: With all the scandal surrounding wrestling lately the LAST thing we need is some idiot popping pills live on air!
*Liam pushes his hair back from his eyes & rolls back into the ring. He shakes himself a little bit & offers a handshake to Doll. Doll slaps Liam's hand out of the way & punches him in the face. Liam reels back a little bit, stung by the blow. But he retaliates by immediately sweeping Doll's legs out from under him. Liam then wraps Doll's legs up in his own. Liam leans forward & grabs Doll's arms. He does the whole Danielson schtick of rocking back, teasing a Surfboard. The crowd cheers along as Liam rocks...*
Crowd: WHOOOOAAA...
WHOOOAAA...
WHOOOAAA...
*In the end, Liam steals another thing from Danielson & simply stomps both his feet down on Doll's legs. Doll writhes on the mat in pain. Liam grabs one of Doll's legs & goes for a Spinning Toe Hold. Doll uses his free leg to kick at Liam's arm & O'Neill breaks the hold. Liam drags Doll to his feet & whips him toward the corner. Then Liam sets Doll up in the Tree of Woe. Doll tries hs best to get out, but Liam climbs to the top & stomps on Doll's knees AGAIN, before dismounting. Liam follows up with a basement dropkick directly into Doll's mush. Doll is out of it, but Liam isn't quite done yet. Liam drags Doll off the ringpost & back to the middle of the ring. He wraps Doll's legs up & turns around, driving a knee into Doll's back. It's the "Irish Shamrock Leaf"! Doll can't take the hold for too long & taps out, immediately clutching his knees again as the strains of "Sweden" fill the arena.*
Garcya: Here is your winner... LIAM... O... NEILL!!!
*Liam doesn't even stick around to have his hand raised. he quickly rolls out of the ring & walks steadily up the ramp, not acknowledging the fans as he tosses a few more pills into his mouth.*
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Exner
Mike the Goon
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Post by Exner on Aug 26, 2007 19:36:02 GMT -5
“Cool Cocky Bad” begins to play throughout the arena, and as The Honky Tonk man makes his way out to the ring, he is blindsided by Exner, who hits him with an elbow to the back of the head, and begins to lay into HTM with stomps on the ramp.
Cole: I was hoping to actually get to see Exner in the ring tonight, but it looks like the chances of that are lessening. I am surprised by this. If it was Honky doing this, it wouldn’t so much.
JBL: If there is one thing that Exner has made clear in his so-far short time here in EWT, its that he plays by his own rules. One week, he might play superhero, and then the next week he’ll take out a superhero.
Exner pushes HTM down the ramp down towards the ring, as he picks up HTM’s guitar, and follows in pursuit. He throws the guitar into the ring, and then grabs Honky, and Irish whips him into the ring steps. Honky sitting against the steps, Exner hits him with a running knee, straight into the head, which bounces off the stairs! He rolls him into the ring, and the bell rings.
Cole: Well, finally this match officially begins.
JBL: And if Exner is half the man I think he is, its not yet over.
Exner Irish-whips into the corner, and looks at the crowd with his mask, void of all emotion. He runs towards the corner….FEARFUL SYMMERTY! Knees right to the face! With Honky Tonk Man groggily stumbling around, Exner stalks his prey. SECOND SHOOTER! Honky Tonk Man falls to the ground in a heap, clutching at his chest. He may have broken ribs. But Exner is not done yet. He climbs to the top rope, and hits… the MAGIC BULLET. Cannonball Senton, right on target! He goes for the cover…
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The bell rings and this match is over.
Cole: Well, this match was over before it even began.
JBL: Indeed it was, Cole. Wait, what is Exner doing?
Exner grabs Honky Tonk Man’s guitar, and waits for HTM to rise. When he does, he WAFFLES him with it, sending millions of particles in the air. Exner, starts pulling at the wreckage of what once was a guitar, and rips a string off. He gets on top of HTM, as if ready to give him a camel clutch, but begins to choke HTM with the guitar string! Referee’s, road agents, and security come out to break this altercation apart, as HTM begins to turn purple. Finally, the two are broken apart, and Exner leaves the ring as “Summer Overture” plays.
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Post by bollywood on Aug 27, 2007 9:35:58 GMT -5
*“I’m Shipping Out to Boston” by Dropkick Murphys begins to play and the familiar music draws the audience’s eyes towards the entrance stage, just in time for Team Ireland to step out from behind the entrance curtain. Led by Coach Pat O’Hare, the tough Irishman stands beside two of his four protégés: team captain Aidan Donnelly and the “Don Juan of Donegal” Sean McCann. While the audience jeers and boos the three men from the Emerald Isles, O’Hare glares at the crowd before leading his team members to the ring, where Tony Garcya is presently making the match introduction.* Garcya: “The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall with a 20 minute time limit. First making their way to the ring, being accompanied by Coach O’Hare. Weighing in at a combined 396 pounds… Aidan Donnelly and “The Don Juan of Donegal” Sean McCann… TEAM IRELAND!!!”
*After entering the ring, O’Hare and his two pupils huddle up and go over match strategies while “Thoda Sa Pagla” begins to play. Moments later, Mahavir Abha and Jasmyne step out onto the entrance stage and are greeted by a decent pop from the crowd.*
Garcya: “And their opponents: first, being accompanied to the ring by Jasmyne; from Mumbai, India; weighing 244 pounds… MAHAVIR ABHA!!!”
*With his usual bright smile, Mahavir stops before the ring and stares at the eager members of Team Ireland. He looks to the back and motions for his partner to come on down. As if on cue, “Galvanize” by the Chemical Brothers begins to play as Spyke Johannson steps out from the behind the curtain to a roaring applauds from the crowd.*
Garcya: “And his tag team partner: from Stockholm, Sweden; weighing 223 pounds… SPYKE JOHANNSON!!!”
*The audience continues to cheer as Mahavir and Spyke enter the ring and discard their entrance attire. Jasmyne and O’Hare exit the ring and position themselves by the ring, lending support to their teams. Moments later, the referee calls for the bell to officially start the match.*
*Spyke & Sean start off in the ring. The two men circle eachother as Sean moves in to lock-up with Spyke. Sean quickly executes a Head Scissors & Spyke is flung across the ring. Spyke gets back to his feet again as Sean struts like the cocky wee bastard he is. Sean brushes his hair behind his ears & smirks. Spyke charges at Sean, but Sean lepafrogs him & lands on his feet. Sean does another cocky strut 'til Spyke clobbers him in the back of the head. Spyke grabs Sean by the waist & tries to throw him over with a German Suplex, but Sean manages to reverese the attempted move into a Bulldog. Sean bounces back to his feet again as Spyke stands up & levels Sean with a Russian Leg Sweep. Spyke runs the ropes & does a Baseball Slide right into Sean's ribs. Sean is sent to the outside. He crashes into the guardrail. O'Hare tends to him. Spyke grabs a hold of the top rope & tries to launch himself onto O'Hare & Sean, but Aidan is in the ring. He sends Spyke flying backwards with a Half Nelson Suplex & quickly slips out again to consult with Sean & his Coach. The three punch their fists together & Sean gets back in the ring. Sean drags Spyke into the middle of the ring & covers him...*
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KICKOUT!
*Spyke manages to escape Sean's pinfall attempt. Sean grabs onto Spyke's hair & goes to make a tag to Aidan, but before he can, Spyke hits Sean with a backdrop suplex! Spyke drags Sean back to his feet, whips him to his own corner & makes the tag to Mahavir. The crowd pops for the "Bollywood Bog Shot's" entrance into his very first EWT match. Mahavir clocks Sean with a right, then whips the Irishman to the ropes. Mahavir gives Sean a BIIIIIG Back Body Drop as the crowd cheers. Mahavir gives a slight dance & winks at Jasmyne before continuing. Mahavir waits until Sean gets to his feet again & then delivers a Leg Lariat. Mahavir covers...*
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KICKOUT!
*Sean, fortunately for him, is able to escape Mahavir's pin attempt. Mahavir brings Sean back to his feet with a handful of hair. Mahavir Suplexes Sean over, but Sean manages to land on his feet. He leaps onto Mahavir's shoulders from behind & executes a reverse Hurricanrana. Sean then desperately makes a tag to Aidan. Aidan eagerly gets in the ring ready for action. Once Mahavir is to his feet, Aidan takes him down with a strong clothesline. Mahavir is back up almost immediately, bit a little dazed. Aidan tries to Suplex Mahavir, but the Bollywood Big Shot resists. Aidan continues trying. Mahavir resists once again. Eventually, Mahavir is able to take Aidan over with a Suplex, much to the crowd's delight & O'Hare's dismay. Mahavir claps his hands over his head & performs a small dance as the crowd cheers. Mahavir dances over to his corner & tags in Spyke who does a small dance of his own before going into action. Spyke attempts a Leg Drop on Aidan, but Aidan is able to roll out of the way. Spyke nurses his rear end as Aidan runs for the ropes. Aidan is attempting to hit a dropkick right in Spyke's face. Spyke quickly rolls aside & Aidan misses. Aidan gets back to his feet & is immediately met by a Dropsault from Spyke. Spyke follows up with a standing Moonsault & a cover...*
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KICKOUT!
*Aidan gets back up as Spyke runs the ropes. On his return, Aidan cataches Spyke with a Belly to Belly Suplex & tags Sean. Sean springboards into the ring & drops a leg across Spyke's throat. Spyke convulses slightly on the mat as Sean smirks again. Sean does a Mushroom Stomp on Spyke's chest as Spyke convulses & coughs more. Sean points to the top rope & scales the turnbuckles, aiming for a Double Stomp, it would seem. But Spyke gets back up & Sean takes a huge beal into the ring. Sean grabs his lower back in pain as Spyke tags Mahavir. Sean gets back up as Mahavir rocks him with the "Filmi Combo". The crowd counts along with each jab Mahavir delivers... after the 19th Mahavir winds his fist up as the crowd "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH's". The cheer as Mahavir lands the last blow on Sean. The man from Mumbai bows to his audience & tags Spyke in once again. Spyke heads to the top rope immediately & starts to dance a little, but before he can execute the Dancing Star Press, O'Hare leaps on the ring apron & shakes the ropes violently, causing Spyke to get crotched on the ring-post. Mahavir leaps off the apron and tackles O’Hair. Sean picks Spyke, who is holding his lower extremities in pain, up off the mat. Sean bounces off the ropes, comes back and hits Spyke with a sleeper slam. Sean stands and goes to the top rope, and without hesitation hits a high-angle moonsault, which he turns into a pin!*
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Spyke barely kicks out at 2.9999! Sean goes to the top again, but makes the mistake of doing so right next to Mahavir. Mahavir pushes Sean off the top rope and Sean slams against the mat. Spyke slowly makes it to his feet, and makes a tag to Mahavir. Mahavir climbs through the ropes as Spyke climbs out and leans against the turnbuckle clenching his ribs. Mahavir sits on the turnbuckle and waits for Sean to get up. Sean gets to his feet and groggily walks over to Mahavir, who get a front facelock locked in and gives Sean a Tornado DDT! Mahavir with a pin attempt!
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Aidan breaks up the count and continues to stomp on Mahavir’s back. Spyke climbs in and clotheslines Aidan with every bit of strength he could muster. Mahavir gets Sean to his feet and hits a German Suplex, followed closely by a boston crab. Sean gasps in pain as Mahavir locks it in tight. Luckily Sean is close to the ropes and is able to quickly get a rope break to break the submission. By this point, Spyke and Aidan are in their respective corners and Spyke, while still clenching his ribs calls for a tag. Mahavir tags Spyke, and Sean slowly crawls to get the tag to Aidan. Spyke attempts a right, but Aidan blocks it and slugs Spyke in the gut. Aidan hooks Spyke up for an overhead suplex and hits it. Aidan picks Spyke up and wraps his arms around his torso for a German suplex, but Spyke grabs Aidan’s head and counters it into a snapmare. Spyke locks in a triangle hold on Aidan, but Aidan is able to get a foot on the ropes with in seconds. The ref gives Spyke the 4 count to let go of the hold, and Spyke does so. Spyke waits for Aiden to get to his knees. Spyke bounces off the ropes and hits a shining wizard. Spyke with the pin!
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Sean breaks it up! Mahavir spears Sean right out of the ring who trips up Coach O’Hair on the outside. Mahavir lifts up Sean so Sean is riding on his shoulders. Spyke climbs the ropes like he’s going for a doomsday device, but leaps off and hits a vicious enziguri to the back of Sean’s head and Mahavir uses the momentum of Sean falling to slam him to the mat! Mahavir climbs back over the ropes so Spyke can tag him in. Mahavir lifts up Sean to hit the Guru Bomb, but Coach O’Hair grabs his ankle to distract him. Spyke climbs up the turnbuckle and hits O’Hair with a flipping senton splash! Mahavia, having broken away from O’Hairs clutches, hits the Guru Bomb on Sean. Aidan tries to prevent a pin attempt but Jasmyne prevents that with a low blow. Mahavir with the pin.
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*bell dings*
Announcer: “Your winners! Mahavir Ahba and Spyke Johannson!
*Jasmyne climbs in to celebrate with Mahavir as Spyke continues to lay on the outside, exhausted. Mahavir helps Spyke to his feet as the three celebrate the victory, but you wouldn’t know they won looking at Spyke. O’Hair lays lifeless on the outside, Sean lays lifeless in the ring, and Aidan is on his hands and knees holding his groin and glaring at the victors. Mahavir taunts Aidan a little, as Aidan mouths the words “this isn’t over.” Fade to next segment*
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Post by teamireland on Aug 27, 2007 16:50:56 GMT -5
*Outside the Team Ireland locker room, raised voices & loud crashes can be heard. O'Hare is giving his team a serious chewing out! Marisol Kaneshall approaches the door & knocks lightly on it. The noise stops for a moment & she knocks again. O'Hare comes to the door, he's clearly quite flustered.*
Marisol: Mr. Coachman, your team just lost to Aladdin & Tyke Johnson, have you anything to say at this time?
O'Hare: Look, love, everyone gets a fluky win eventually, this happened to be Mahabooboo's night, but did you see the way he & that b*** of his blatantly cheated? They were knocking them off turnbuckles, at one point Spyke Johansson attacked me while I was standing innocently at ringside! And that Jasmyne hit Aidan a blow to the billiards! He's sitting in there with an ice-pack on his gonads right now!
*Sean McCann makes his way to the door. He talks to O'Hare for a moment.*
Sean: [Aside to O'Hare] Eeehhh, Coach, would you mind not slagging that Jasmyne bird off so much? Just, I think I've got a good chance with her. Did y'see the looks she was giving me out there?
*Marisol interrupts.*
Marisol: Oh, she looks at me like that all the time. It sure does make me feel good. Doesn't she have an amazing body? I feel flattered that she would...
*O'Hare & McCann glare at Marisol*
Marisol: What?
Sean: ... Continue...
Marisol: Oh, Mr. Coachman, do you have any further plans to do with this match tonight?
*Sean slaps his forehead.*
Sean: Not with the interview ya daft bint, ye! I meant...
*O'Hare cuts him off.*
O'Hare: Sean, please, give us a minute. [To Marisol] Aye, I do. See, not only has he been messing with us since his arrival, but he had the cheek to no-show this match the first two-times it was booked!
Marisol: It's not like YOU'VE been around much lately...
O'Hare: WE'RE TALKIN' ABOUT MALA BALBOA HERE, LOVE! Point is, he picked the wrong group of lads to f*** about with! We will have our revenge eventually, but we've got other things to worry about right now... If you'll excuse me...
*O'Hare returns back inside to the locker-room.*
Sean: [To Marisol]... So, about that Jasmyne...?
Marisol: Oh, isn't she great? Such pert, full...
*Marisol is cut off in shock as O'Hare opens the door again & drags Sean back inside. Sean can be heard plaintively yelling...*
Sean: But I was gonna score!
*Fade Out*
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The Line
Patti Mayonnaise
Real Name: Bumkiss. Stanley Bumkiss.
Peanut Butter & JAAAAAMMMM!
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Post by The Line on Aug 27, 2007 22:51:55 GMT -5
We cut back from commercial to see the Steiner Brothers, Rick and Scott, already in the ring. The lights fade to an ominous deep scarlet, as “No Quarter” begins to play. Through the dense fog, 4 silhouettes rise through the floor of the stage.
Tony Chimmel: Making their way to the ring, being accompanied by fellow Cidal Squad members “The Cidal Squad’s First Lady” Alexa King and “The Cidal Force” Crauswell, at a combined weight of 460 pounds, “Sinnercidal” Jonathan Doe and “Insecticidal” Andy Duke, THE CIDALLLLLL SQUAD! And they’re opponents, already in the ring, from Detroit, Michigan, at a combined weight of 533 pounds, THE STEINER BROTHERS!
Rick Steiner and Jonathan Doe start this match out in the middle of the ring. Rick Steiner offers his hand out in a gesture of sportsmanship, but is turned down, and instead given a slap to the face. But that just angers Rick, and takes him down with a double-leg takedown, vintage Greco-Roman wrestling.
Rick Steiner gets a headlock on Doe, and is starting to wear Doe down fast. He surely won’t be forgetting that slap anytime soon. Doe starts to move closer and closer to his corner, much to the dismay of Rick Steiner, who tries to keep him somewhere near the center of the ring. But it doesn’t work out to well for him, as Andy Duke is able to reach Doe’s foot, and he gets the tag.
Andy Duke is hot getting the ring, as he knocks Rick down repeatedly with a series of clotheslines. Rick ducks the final clothesline, but when he turns around, he is met with a SUPERKICK right to the face. He goes for the cover!
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*Scott comes in to break up the pin! As the referee jaw-jacks him for entering the ring, Jonathan Doe comes into the ring behind his back. Duke picks Rick up, as Scott tries to convince the referee to pay attention to the middle of the ring. With Rick groggily walking around, Jonathan Doe hit’s a running MAFIA KICK, and quickly drops out of the ring. With Rick down again, Duke goes for another cover.
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Duke is signaling for the end, and Scott hasn’t even been in the ring yet! Duke climbs up to the top rope, possibly going for a 450 splash. But Rick Steiner is able to get a sudden Adreniline Rush, and not one of the Total Nonstop Action variety, as he gets to his feet and shakes the top rope, causing Duke to crotch himself. Rick is able to get to his corner and tag in his brother Scott. Scott runs over to the Cidal Squad corner and knocks Doe off the apron. With Duke still perched on the top rope, Scott starts to climb. He gets to the top rope, and looks like he’s going for a FRANKENSTEINER! He jumps up and gets his legs around Duke’s neck, and begins his rotation, but Duke is able to hold on and counter it into a CIDAL BOMB! Duke goes for the cover as Crauswell yanks Rick Steiner off the apron and begins to pummel him.
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The referee signals for the bell, as all four members of The Cidal Squad get into the ring. While Tony Chimmel gives the official announcement ,the referee raises Duke and Doe’s hands.
Tony Chimmel: Here are your winners by pinfall, “Insecticidal” Andy Duke and “Sinnercidal” Jonathan Doe, THE CIDAL SQUAD!
Duke signals for Tony Chimmel to give him his microphone as him, Doe, Alexa and Crauswell all stand in the center of the ring.
Duke: Cut the music! Now, we told you that we would have an announcement after our match. To some of you this may be a disappointment, but for various reasons. Many people have been speculating as to what we are going to announce. Could it be a new member?
The Crowd Cheers.
Duke: No, not at this point in time…..Could it be that we are disbanding?
The Crowd Cheers even louder.
Duke: Once again, not at this point in time. Its not either of those things, hence the reason why many of you will be disappointed. But really, the people who are left disappointed because of that probably wouldn’t be pleased by anything. For those of you who are not disappointed, here is another chance for you to get so, as you see, our announcement is that this match tonight, was the last match, at least for the time being, that you will see Mr. Doe and myself participating in as a regular team.
The Crowd Cheers.
Duke: You see, the reason for this is because, like said in a previous interview, Jonathan and I have left our mark on the tag division, a mark that will forever remain, and for the time being, we are more than content with our places in history in the world of tag team wrestling, and both of us have set our sites on other goals within the world of singles wrestling. But don’t worry, The Cidal Squad isn’t going anywhere.
The Crowd boo’s.
Duke: Now, onto another matter. The talk of EWT as of late has been the retirement announcement of now former Cidal Squad member Mike Ragnal. We would like to use this time to issue a formal statement, but we would like to it face to face…
“High Voltage” by Linkin Park plays, as Mike Ragnal comes to the ring to a deafening wave of cheers.
Duke: Now, Mike, wrestling tradition would state that this would be the time where I would order Mr. Doe and Crauswell to take you out, as I scream and holler about how you shouldn’t have left, but I respect you far more than that. Instead, I would like you to turn your attention the Toomitron, as we have made a gift for you.
A cheesy piano-ballad plays, as images and videos of Mike Ragnal doing things such as joining the Cidal Squad, winning the world title, and successfully defending it are shown. It ends with the graphic “Thanks for the Memories”.
The crowd claps and cheers after the video package.
Duke: Now that that’s out of the way, I only have one more thing to do.
Duke extends his hand for a handshake. Mike accepts, but when he does, Duke pulls him closer, so that the two are nose-to-nose.
Duke: But just to make sure you know, the second you walk up that aisle, you’re just like every other person in that locker room. Don’t expect any help from us anymore, and, if the situation arises where I have to, I may need to take you out. From this point on, its all business. Hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into.
Duke releases the handshake, and the Cidal Squad leaves Mike alone in the ring, as “No Quarter” begins to play.
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Maelstrom
AC Slater
The Tide Will Turn!
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Post by Maelstrom on Aug 28, 2007 17:30:15 GMT -5
We return to ringsideTHE FINK: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the EWT Tri State Championship!" The fans give out assorted hoots and cheers as "Bird Bird Bird" comes over the PA.THE FINK: "Introducing first, the challenger! From Union City Tennessee and weighing in at 229 pounds................The Birdman, KOKO B WARE!" Koko comes out from the back wearing a sparkly jacket and a florescent headband with Frankie on his arm, flapping his wings as the crowd applaud him to the ring. He enters the ring as "From Sinking" comes on.THE FINK: "And his opponent, from Kauai Hawaii and weighing in at........................HOLY $#@*!" The Fink is right to be alarmed as Oceanic doesn't come out from the back under her own volition. No, she's tossed out from the back by Ratings and Chance Confidence, who have gotten to her before the match and gave her a healthy beat down. Ratings and Chance high five one another over Oceanic's body as the crowd lets them have it with a healthy jeering. Chance picks Oceanic up and holds her arms back as Ratings gives her a verbal attack, saying such things like she's not the boss anymore, she hangs with bad company, and that she's the worst Tri State champion in history. Once he's finished he slaps her hard across the face and she falls to the floor again. Koko B Ware, meanwhile, is feeling especially chivalrous and he heads up the ramps to show those two scallywags what for. Koko gets one good shot in on Chance but Confidence simply kicks him in the stomach and tosses him to the side like nothing. Ratings and Chance laugh at Koko's futility and then go back to Oceanic. Ratings sets her up like he's going to powerbomb her off the ramp but something catches his attention.............. VOICE: Hey guys! Put the lady down! The Elite Perfection pause and look up at the big Toomi-tron screen where Maelstrom is looking down at them, the pair just smirk and continue to prepare to powerbomb Oceanic but Maelstrom interrupts again.MAELSTROM: The tide can still turn for the worst ... The camera pans back and we find Maelstrom is actually outside in the parking lot. He has his hand on a lever and behind him is a huge dump truck full of seaweed, it is parked ominously close to a silver limousine ... the very same silver limousine that the Elite Perfection own. MAELSTROM: I think there's 5 tons worth of the stuff in the back of that truck, it was going in my aquarium but I felt it now might have a better use ... Maelstrom slowly begins to pull the lever. Elite Perfection may be ruthless, arrogant sycophants to Toomi, but they also appreciate there well earned luxuries. Ratings and Chance push Oceanic away and frantically run backstage in an effort to stop there limousine being encased in seaweed. As the camera follows, Koko B Ware tries to help Oceanic up but gets shoved away for his troubles. We go to the back where Maelstrom stands by the leverMAELSTROM: Tick follows tock follows tick ...ah what the hell ... ... ELITE PERFECTION: No! .... Wait!! ... Don't! .... Both Elite Perfection rush Maelstrom and manage to get in a position so they are in charge of the lever and Maelstrom is facing them alone. Seeing the odds in there favor Elite Perfection now nod to each other and close in on Maelstrom. Just as they get within striking distance Maelstrom pulls out a radio transmitter switch. The pair pause ...MAELSTROM: Say do you two happen to know anything about sea mines? ... ... Maelstrom flicks the switch the dump truck suddenly rises up but no seaweed falls out. Instead one rather large round object rolls onto the limo and wedges itself in the sunroof which has been left open ... it looks like this ...
... and begins ticking. Chance and Ratings look at each other and then at the sea mine on there limousine with worry.MAELSTROM: Your accursed limo which you tried to run me over with repeatedly is about to go beyond the limit of the sky ... Tick, Tick, TickMAELSTROM: but at The Skies the Limit II, there will be no limits to what Oceanic and Myself do to you two for interfering in our business! Tick, Tick, TickMAELSTROM: Mark my words ... The Tide Will Turn! A huge cloud of blue smoke surrounds Maelstrom as Elite Perfection attack him, as it disperses Maelstrom is gone. Ratings and Chance turn to there limo ... and ...tick, tick ... ..... Both men mouth the words ... oh no!.. BOOM!!!.. Ratings and Chance are knocked off there feet as the Limousine explodes in a huge fireball, bits of metal falling to the ground. The smoldering wreck of the car burns aways as both men watch. (fade out)
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Post by The Line on Aug 28, 2007 18:26:45 GMT -5
We fade in from the last segment to see Alexa King, Jonathan Doe and Andy Duke walking down the corridor to their dressing room. Jonathan is on the camera left side, Alexa in the middle, and Duke on the right.
Alexa: Where'd Craus go?
Duke: He told me he had some business to take care of. I'd figure I'd let him be.
Doe: So, this is the end of an era, surely.
Alexa: Don't say it like that. We're all still a team, even though you guys won't be fighting together at the same time. We'll all still be in each other's corners.
Doe: Still, it won't be the same.
Duke: No, it won't. The summer ends, as does the "Summer of Cidal". Hey, I've got an idea. Some motivation. Let's see who's most successful in their singles run. Lets say about 2 months from now. Halloween. How does that sound?
Doe: Whats your definition of success? I could lose every match but one from here on out, but that one win could be a world title match. And you could win every match from here on out, but still not have anything to show for it.
Duke: We'll have an outside party be the judge. Alexa, that could be you.
Doe: Like that'll unbiased.
Duke: So, we got a deal?
Doe: What does the winner receive in turn for being the better man?
Duke: Hrrm. Thats a good question....hey, let's say the winner gets to decide. If one of us has a title, it can be a title shot. It can be that I make you wash my car. Anything the winner wants. That sound good?
Doe: Mr. Duke, you've got yourself a deal.
They shake hands, as Alexa stands in between the two. They then walk into their locker room, shutting the door behind them, which shows their Cidal Squad placard.
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