Post by Toom E. Guci on Jan 12, 2009 22:27:17 GMT -5
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Direction Perfection picks up on the Toomitron first, as the present soldiers all begin to boo quite loudly, as the former EWT Champion, Tri State Champion, man who put Sammy Stardust out of the EWT begins to make his way down towards the ring, a cold uncaring look across his face as he marches towards it. He doesn't even bother to wait for his ceremonial pyro, which shoots off as he half heartedly raises his arms in rhythm with it, before quickly dropping them down to his sides, as he quickly walks up the ring steps, across the apron, then simply stepping inside the ring. He then quickly sheds his robes, tossing it to the ground quite simply, as the crowd boos him rather loudly, before he steps into the center of the ring, simply standing before the crowd, a nearly emotionless look on his face.
Announcer: Introducing first, from London England, weighing in at 219 pounds, Chance Confidence!
Chance slowly turns around, stepping over to his corner of the ring, as he simply folds his arms, a rather cold look across his face, the man awaiting his opponent patiently. He doesn't have to wait long, as soon enough, the music shifts, followed by a quick rainbow of pyroes going off, as I Want your Sex picks up next on the Toomitron, as the troops immediately give a nice pop, the man known as Pinkmist slowly and rather seductively strutting down the ramp way, a big grin on his masked face, as he walks over to the guardrails, grabbing a lucky... or perhaps unlucky male soldier and planting a big smooch on his cheek, as we cut back to Chance in the ring, who simply raises an eyebrow. Pinkmist then turns his attention towards the ring, continuing to make his way towards the ring. as he quickly slides inside.
Announcer: And his opponent, from The Temple of Bliss, weighing in at 200 pounds, Pinkmi...
However, he doesn't even get a chance to finish, as Confidence immediately charges in, delivering a series of vicious stomps across the back of Pinkmist's head in mid slide, as he stops in mid move. The crowd begins booing this quite loudly, as the referee motions for the bell to sound, Chance quickly yanking Pinkmist off his feet, then assaulting him with a series of stiff knife edge chops, the sex craved man stumbling back with each one, clutching at his chest. Chance eventually backs him into the corner, now continuing his assault by delivering a series of vicious stomps in the corner, putting Pinkmist into the bottom of the corner, as he follows by using his foot to choke him, grabbing the ropes for leverage as he does so! The referee quickly makes his way over, admonishing Confidence and demanding he stop. The Englishman simply gives an uncaring look, as he simply backs up, Pinkmist grasping his stomach still, as he pushes back to his feet, still clad in his entrance attire. Chance however immediately remedies that, grabbing that robe and ripping it off his body, then tossing it over Pinkmist's head! The masked man, as if he can't see too well already, immediately starts trying to pull that robe off his head, but before he can do so, Chance grabs him by the neck, immediately driving him down into the mat with a vicious DDT! Pinkmist does a literal headstand, before flopping down to the canvas, as Chance pulls that robe off, then makes a cover. 1....2....
Pinkmist kicks out. Chance simply pulls him back up by the neck, quickly pushing him back against the ropes, then sending him off, following up with a high dropkick as he comes running back, only for the rather quick man to roll underneath, Chance missing and hitting the canvas, grasping his back slightly, as Pinkmist springs back up, coming off the ropes himself, then leaping at the rising Chance for a high crossbody! He immediately takes him down to the mat, quickly making a cover of his own! 1....2...
Chance kicks out quickly. Pinkmist quickly rolls off of him, rubbing his neck slightly, before charging in and hitting a quick sliding dropkick, nailing Confidence in the side of the head and sending him rolling along the mat! He quickly gets to his feet, as Pinkmist charges in, leaping up high, then taking Chance down once more with a flying clothesline, the former EWT Champion grasping a bit more at the back as he lands, quickly rising to his feet, as Pinkmist bounces off the ropes behind him, then grabbing him by the head and charging for a bulldog, only for Chance to immediately shove him off hard, then charge after him, Pinkmist however stopping himself on the ropes, then dropping down, sending Chance tumbling to the outside as he runs blindly forwards! He gets to his feet quickly, shaking his head in annoyance, then quickly rising up, as meanwhile Pinkmist bounces off the ropes, still clad in that bodysuit, as he vaults completely over the ropes with a Somersault Plancha, taking down his rising opponent as he comes down! The soldiers cheer loudly once more, as Pinkmist quickly gets to his feet, gyrating his hips for the crowd, then slipping back into the ring, rubbing slightly at that neck once more, before making his way towards the center, now finally unzipping that bodysuit and letting it slide down, licking his lips a bit lustfully, as he drops down on all fours, awaiting Chance's return quite eagerly it seems.
Chance soon enough gets to his feet once more, climbing back into the ring, as Pinkmist quickly turns his attention, charging in once more for a low dropkick, clipping Chance in the leg and bringing him down to one knee, as he grimaces slightly. He then charges towards the ropes, springboarding off and leaping back at Confidence, only to get caught in mid move, as Chance immediately drives him down with a rare powerbomb from the Englishman! Pinkmist gasps in pain, clutching further at the back of his neck, as Chance immediately yanks him away from the ropes, a very annoyed look in his eyes, now looking for a cover. 1.....2....
Pinkmist manages to kick out. Chance simply pulls him back to his feet, now rearing back with a nasty European Uppercut, sending Pinkmist staggering back into the turnbuckle once again. Chance quickly follows after, grabbing him by the neck, then blatantly using the ropes to choke him! Pinkmist gasps for air as he feels this, wriggling desperately in defense, as the referee quickly heads over to force a break up once more. Chance once again releases that hold, Pinkmist rubbing at his throat even more now, as Confidence quickly slips behind him, grabbing him from around the neck, then powering him down with a swift Reverse DDT, planting him into the ring canvas once more. Confidence then makes his way over towards the nearby turnbuckle, springing onto the second rope, then looking down quite intently, before leaping off with a legdrop, landing across that neck once more, as Pinkmist gasps once again for air, Chance quickly dropping down and making yet another cover. 1.....2....
Pinkmist manages to get the shoulder up. Chance gives a rather disgusted look, as he immediately drops down, quickly wrapping his legs around Pinkmist's throat, now squeezing down hard and applying quite a bit pressure, as he locks in this figure four neck lock, Pinkmist now desperately start to squirm even further, as he tries to escape. Chance however keeps his legs laced quite tightly around that throat, as he begins to squeeze even harder with them, slowly developing a bit of a sick smirk, as he seems to be enjoying this particular move. The crowd begins booing quite angrily once more, as Pinkmist rolls back and forth along the mat, trying to fight back. Confidence watches this with a rather amused look now on his face, as he reaches out and cockily smacks his masked adversary a bit across the face. Pinkmist then suddenly starts to try and arch onto his back, using his arms behind him, pushing up slowly onto the mat. Chance notices this, as Pinkmist begins to start to try and fight his way out of this hold. He finally gets a backhand spring position, now starting to try and turn him over with his neck somehow! Chance watches this, a rather annoyed look on his face once more, as he simply begins squeezing those legs even harder around Pinkmist's throat, desperately trying to get him to give in, when eventually, he manages to get him turned over, Chance now held in a wheelbarrow position, as Pinkmist lunges out and grabs him by the neck, now pulling back across it hard, as Confidence feels this other hold being applied, quickly unwrapping his leg and slithering away.
The now freed Pinkmist rubs at the neck of his once more, as Chance gets back to his feet, a look of anger on his face, as he stomps over and pulls Pinkmist back up, only to get a quick flurry of forearms to his face, sending him staggering back, as Pinkmist then bounces off the ropes charging in once more, only for Chance to to cut him off in mid run with a running leg lariat, taking him back down to the ground! He then quickly climbs atop, making another cover. 1.....2....
Pinkmist manages to kick out again. Chance looks quite annoyed with this, as he slowly rises back up, then simply starts stomping viciously across the neck of his opponent, driving it relentlessly into the area. He then stomps down and presses it deliberately into the area, as the crowd begins booing once more, Pinkmist gasping for air once again. Chance then slowly yanks him back to his feet, quickly crossing his throat, then setting up for the Confidence Breaker, only for Pinkmist to counter immediately with a backdrop, sending him tumbling down to the mat once more, landing hard on his back, as he looks on in anger, Pinkmist now down on both knees, trying to take a few good breathes, as the damage to his neck is quite apparent at this point. He then turns around, spotting Chance on the mat, charging forward and quickly taking him into an Oklahoma Roll, looking for a quick cover. 1....2....
Chance kicks out, sending Pinkmist rolling backwards along the mat. The masked man quickly gets to his feet, clutching his throat once more, as Chance gets back to his feet again. He then grabs him quickly for a swinging neckbreaker, only for Chance to push him off once again in mid move, then grabbing him immediately from around the waist, taking him into a German Suplex, dropping him down hard into the mat, then quickly bridging for the pin! 1.....2.....
Pinkmist manages to break free somehow. Chance looks on in absolute shock at this, now immediately rising up and yelling angrily at the referee, declaring that was indeed a three count! The referee however shakes his head in stern disagreement, claiming it was indeed a mere two count. Chance shakes his head, slowly turning around, when suddenly he gets a Beautiful Breath right in the face! Chance grasps his eyes in horror, his face now completely pink for some reason, as Pinkmist quickly grabs him and goes into a Small Package! 1.....2.....3!
Pinkmist beats Chance Confidence!
Announcer: Here is your winner.... Pinkmist!!!
Chance breaks out out of that pin almost immediately, as he looks on in absolute horror! The crowd goes nuts, as Pinkmist rises off the mat, looking to be in absolute shock, as he grasps his face in disbelief as well. He grasps his throat slightly, then leaps to his feet and begins running around the ring wildly, pumping his fists high in the air, then quickly dropping to his knees, raising his head high and gazing up at the sky above. Chance meanwhile is seething, face completely red despite that pink mist in his face, as he begins slamming his fist angrily into the mat, as well as rubbing his face desperately, trying to get this gunk off of his complexion. Pinkmist has meanwhile slipped outside the ring, as the referee follows after, holding his arm up high for all to see. Pinkmist then turns around and leaps over the barricade, now celebrating amongst the troops in absolute glee, bouncing up and down with his arms held high, as Confidence simply sits on the mat, still unable to believe what just happened. He slowly gets to his feet, rolls outside the ring, then immediately grabs the referee by the shirt collar, shoving him hard against the barricade, as he demands a reversal of this decision, even pointing out the mist blown across his face. The referee however simply responds by shoving him back hard, sending him stumbling in surprise, as he suddenly turns around, just in time to get a big smooch planted on his lips by none other than Pinkmist! Chance's eyes go wide as he realizes this, now immediately pushing away from the sick sex fiend, gagging and nearly choking from this vile act, as he slowly begins to crawl up the ramp way, face now full of unbridled rage, teeth clenching tightly. Eventually, he gets to his feet slowly, shakes off this disgusting feeling, then turns his back towards the crowd, who are now chanting "You Got Smooched" for some reason, as Pinkmist stands in the crowd, seemingly conducting this impromptu chant. He gives a disgusted glance back towards them all, then simply walks back through the curtain, clearly wanting to be anywhere else but here.
Pinkmist meanwhile finally climbs back from out of the crowd, a huge grin across his masked mug, as he rubs his neck a bit once more, before sprinting happily to the back, disappearing soon after himself, as we quickly cut to a video package for the upcoming title match.
Direction Perfection picks up on the Toomitron first, as the present soldiers all begin to boo quite loudly, as the former EWT Champion, Tri State Champion, man who put Sammy Stardust out of the EWT begins to make his way down towards the ring, a cold uncaring look across his face as he marches towards it. He doesn't even bother to wait for his ceremonial pyro, which shoots off as he half heartedly raises his arms in rhythm with it, before quickly dropping them down to his sides, as he quickly walks up the ring steps, across the apron, then simply stepping inside the ring. He then quickly sheds his robes, tossing it to the ground quite simply, as the crowd boos him rather loudly, before he steps into the center of the ring, simply standing before the crowd, a nearly emotionless look on his face.
Announcer: Introducing first, from London England, weighing in at 219 pounds, Chance Confidence!
Chance slowly turns around, stepping over to his corner of the ring, as he simply folds his arms, a rather cold look across his face, the man awaiting his opponent patiently. He doesn't have to wait long, as soon enough, the music shifts, followed by a quick rainbow of pyroes going off, as I Want your Sex picks up next on the Toomitron, as the troops immediately give a nice pop, the man known as Pinkmist slowly and rather seductively strutting down the ramp way, a big grin on his masked face, as he walks over to the guardrails, grabbing a lucky... or perhaps unlucky male soldier and planting a big smooch on his cheek, as we cut back to Chance in the ring, who simply raises an eyebrow. Pinkmist then turns his attention towards the ring, continuing to make his way towards the ring. as he quickly slides inside.
Announcer: And his opponent, from The Temple of Bliss, weighing in at 200 pounds, Pinkmi...
However, he doesn't even get a chance to finish, as Confidence immediately charges in, delivering a series of vicious stomps across the back of Pinkmist's head in mid slide, as he stops in mid move. The crowd begins booing this quite loudly, as the referee motions for the bell to sound, Chance quickly yanking Pinkmist off his feet, then assaulting him with a series of stiff knife edge chops, the sex craved man stumbling back with each one, clutching at his chest. Chance eventually backs him into the corner, now continuing his assault by delivering a series of vicious stomps in the corner, putting Pinkmist into the bottom of the corner, as he follows by using his foot to choke him, grabbing the ropes for leverage as he does so! The referee quickly makes his way over, admonishing Confidence and demanding he stop. The Englishman simply gives an uncaring look, as he simply backs up, Pinkmist grasping his stomach still, as he pushes back to his feet, still clad in his entrance attire. Chance however immediately remedies that, grabbing that robe and ripping it off his body, then tossing it over Pinkmist's head! The masked man, as if he can't see too well already, immediately starts trying to pull that robe off his head, but before he can do so, Chance grabs him by the neck, immediately driving him down into the mat with a vicious DDT! Pinkmist does a literal headstand, before flopping down to the canvas, as Chance pulls that robe off, then makes a cover. 1....2....
Pinkmist kicks out. Chance simply pulls him back up by the neck, quickly pushing him back against the ropes, then sending him off, following up with a high dropkick as he comes running back, only for the rather quick man to roll underneath, Chance missing and hitting the canvas, grasping his back slightly, as Pinkmist springs back up, coming off the ropes himself, then leaping at the rising Chance for a high crossbody! He immediately takes him down to the mat, quickly making a cover of his own! 1....2...
Chance kicks out quickly. Pinkmist quickly rolls off of him, rubbing his neck slightly, before charging in and hitting a quick sliding dropkick, nailing Confidence in the side of the head and sending him rolling along the mat! He quickly gets to his feet, as Pinkmist charges in, leaping up high, then taking Chance down once more with a flying clothesline, the former EWT Champion grasping a bit more at the back as he lands, quickly rising to his feet, as Pinkmist bounces off the ropes behind him, then grabbing him by the head and charging for a bulldog, only for Chance to immediately shove him off hard, then charge after him, Pinkmist however stopping himself on the ropes, then dropping down, sending Chance tumbling to the outside as he runs blindly forwards! He gets to his feet quickly, shaking his head in annoyance, then quickly rising up, as meanwhile Pinkmist bounces off the ropes, still clad in that bodysuit, as he vaults completely over the ropes with a Somersault Plancha, taking down his rising opponent as he comes down! The soldiers cheer loudly once more, as Pinkmist quickly gets to his feet, gyrating his hips for the crowd, then slipping back into the ring, rubbing slightly at that neck once more, before making his way towards the center, now finally unzipping that bodysuit and letting it slide down, licking his lips a bit lustfully, as he drops down on all fours, awaiting Chance's return quite eagerly it seems.
Chance soon enough gets to his feet once more, climbing back into the ring, as Pinkmist quickly turns his attention, charging in once more for a low dropkick, clipping Chance in the leg and bringing him down to one knee, as he grimaces slightly. He then charges towards the ropes, springboarding off and leaping back at Confidence, only to get caught in mid move, as Chance immediately drives him down with a rare powerbomb from the Englishman! Pinkmist gasps in pain, clutching further at the back of his neck, as Chance immediately yanks him away from the ropes, a very annoyed look in his eyes, now looking for a cover. 1.....2....
Pinkmist manages to kick out. Chance simply pulls him back to his feet, now rearing back with a nasty European Uppercut, sending Pinkmist staggering back into the turnbuckle once again. Chance quickly follows after, grabbing him by the neck, then blatantly using the ropes to choke him! Pinkmist gasps for air as he feels this, wriggling desperately in defense, as the referee quickly heads over to force a break up once more. Chance once again releases that hold, Pinkmist rubbing at his throat even more now, as Confidence quickly slips behind him, grabbing him from around the neck, then powering him down with a swift Reverse DDT, planting him into the ring canvas once more. Confidence then makes his way over towards the nearby turnbuckle, springing onto the second rope, then looking down quite intently, before leaping off with a legdrop, landing across that neck once more, as Pinkmist gasps once again for air, Chance quickly dropping down and making yet another cover. 1.....2....
Pinkmist manages to get the shoulder up. Chance gives a rather disgusted look, as he immediately drops down, quickly wrapping his legs around Pinkmist's throat, now squeezing down hard and applying quite a bit pressure, as he locks in this figure four neck lock, Pinkmist now desperately start to squirm even further, as he tries to escape. Chance however keeps his legs laced quite tightly around that throat, as he begins to squeeze even harder with them, slowly developing a bit of a sick smirk, as he seems to be enjoying this particular move. The crowd begins booing quite angrily once more, as Pinkmist rolls back and forth along the mat, trying to fight back. Confidence watches this with a rather amused look now on his face, as he reaches out and cockily smacks his masked adversary a bit across the face. Pinkmist then suddenly starts to try and arch onto his back, using his arms behind him, pushing up slowly onto the mat. Chance notices this, as Pinkmist begins to start to try and fight his way out of this hold. He finally gets a backhand spring position, now starting to try and turn him over with his neck somehow! Chance watches this, a rather annoyed look on his face once more, as he simply begins squeezing those legs even harder around Pinkmist's throat, desperately trying to get him to give in, when eventually, he manages to get him turned over, Chance now held in a wheelbarrow position, as Pinkmist lunges out and grabs him by the neck, now pulling back across it hard, as Confidence feels this other hold being applied, quickly unwrapping his leg and slithering away.
The now freed Pinkmist rubs at the neck of his once more, as Chance gets back to his feet, a look of anger on his face, as he stomps over and pulls Pinkmist back up, only to get a quick flurry of forearms to his face, sending him staggering back, as Pinkmist then bounces off the ropes charging in once more, only for Chance to to cut him off in mid run with a running leg lariat, taking him back down to the ground! He then quickly climbs atop, making another cover. 1.....2....
Pinkmist manages to kick out again. Chance looks quite annoyed with this, as he slowly rises back up, then simply starts stomping viciously across the neck of his opponent, driving it relentlessly into the area. He then stomps down and presses it deliberately into the area, as the crowd begins booing once more, Pinkmist gasping for air once again. Chance then slowly yanks him back to his feet, quickly crossing his throat, then setting up for the Confidence Breaker, only for Pinkmist to counter immediately with a backdrop, sending him tumbling down to the mat once more, landing hard on his back, as he looks on in anger, Pinkmist now down on both knees, trying to take a few good breathes, as the damage to his neck is quite apparent at this point. He then turns around, spotting Chance on the mat, charging forward and quickly taking him into an Oklahoma Roll, looking for a quick cover. 1....2....
Chance kicks out, sending Pinkmist rolling backwards along the mat. The masked man quickly gets to his feet, clutching his throat once more, as Chance gets back to his feet again. He then grabs him quickly for a swinging neckbreaker, only for Chance to push him off once again in mid move, then grabbing him immediately from around the waist, taking him into a German Suplex, dropping him down hard into the mat, then quickly bridging for the pin! 1.....2.....
Pinkmist manages to break free somehow. Chance looks on in absolute shock at this, now immediately rising up and yelling angrily at the referee, declaring that was indeed a three count! The referee however shakes his head in stern disagreement, claiming it was indeed a mere two count. Chance shakes his head, slowly turning around, when suddenly he gets a Beautiful Breath right in the face! Chance grasps his eyes in horror, his face now completely pink for some reason, as Pinkmist quickly grabs him and goes into a Small Package! 1.....2.....3!
Pinkmist beats Chance Confidence!
Announcer: Here is your winner.... Pinkmist!!!
Chance breaks out out of that pin almost immediately, as he looks on in absolute horror! The crowd goes nuts, as Pinkmist rises off the mat, looking to be in absolute shock, as he grasps his face in disbelief as well. He grasps his throat slightly, then leaps to his feet and begins running around the ring wildly, pumping his fists high in the air, then quickly dropping to his knees, raising his head high and gazing up at the sky above. Chance meanwhile is seething, face completely red despite that pink mist in his face, as he begins slamming his fist angrily into the mat, as well as rubbing his face desperately, trying to get this gunk off of his complexion. Pinkmist has meanwhile slipped outside the ring, as the referee follows after, holding his arm up high for all to see. Pinkmist then turns around and leaps over the barricade, now celebrating amongst the troops in absolute glee, bouncing up and down with his arms held high, as Confidence simply sits on the mat, still unable to believe what just happened. He slowly gets to his feet, rolls outside the ring, then immediately grabs the referee by the shirt collar, shoving him hard against the barricade, as he demands a reversal of this decision, even pointing out the mist blown across his face. The referee however simply responds by shoving him back hard, sending him stumbling in surprise, as he suddenly turns around, just in time to get a big smooch planted on his lips by none other than Pinkmist! Chance's eyes go wide as he realizes this, now immediately pushing away from the sick sex fiend, gagging and nearly choking from this vile act, as he slowly begins to crawl up the ramp way, face now full of unbridled rage, teeth clenching tightly. Eventually, he gets to his feet slowly, shakes off this disgusting feeling, then turns his back towards the crowd, who are now chanting "You Got Smooched" for some reason, as Pinkmist stands in the crowd, seemingly conducting this impromptu chant. He gives a disgusted glance back towards them all, then simply walks back through the curtain, clearly wanting to be anywhere else but here.
Pinkmist meanwhile finally climbs back from out of the crowd, a huge grin across his masked mug, as he rubs his neck a bit once more, before sprinting happily to the back, disappearing soon after himself, as we quickly cut to a video package for the upcoming title match.