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Post by Virus aka Captain No-Nuts on Feb 8, 2009 17:25:35 GMT -5
(We are in the EWT Bingo Hall after a brief commercial break. Of all people, the 0-and-359 jobber BROCCOLI LAD is in the ring, panting heavily as he is the last man standing with one entrant to go in a 10-man over-the-top rope Battle Royal for a spot in The Bad Man's EWT Tri-State Title Battle Royal challenge. The timer begins to tick down, the crowd and the commentators are getting pumped...)Sum Guy: If you had told me this morning that I would see Broccoli Lad one elimination away from a shot at the EWT Tri-State title, I'd've called you crazy and presumably been beaten up like every other time I've contradicted somebody! But here we are, witnessing the quintessential jobber on the cusp of a MAJOR victory!
Curly Long: He's just been lucky, he only eliminated that last one because he was distracted!(The timer goes off, the cheering stops, and for a few seconds it is so quiet you can hear a pin drop...)Old Lady: BINGO! Sum Guy: OH MY GOD! IT'S... wait, whose music is that again?
Curly Long: I'm not even going to dignify that with a response.(A few more seconds of silence and...)PA System: PREPARE TO BE INFECTED! Sum Guy/Curly Long (simultaneously): WHAAAAAAAAT?!(Sure enough, Lacuna Coil's "Heaven's a Lie" hits over the PA system, and out comes Virus, signature red trenchcoat and all.)Lillian Garcia: And here is the 10th and FINAL entrant -- from Lewiston, Idaho, weighing in today at 275 pounds, please welcome back... VIRUS! (The crowd of EWT faithful, however, isn't cheering. In fact, they're BOOING. Hard, at that, as Virus slaps the concrete and stares down Broccoli Lad in the ring, who looks torn between just vaulting over the top rope and saving the trouble or using his brief burst of confidence to try to take the returning big man down. Virus jumps from the floor to the ring apron as a none-too-friendly chant begins.)Crowd: F*** YOU, VIRUS! *clap, clap, clap clap clap* Sum Guy: An interesting choice of return date here, Curly!
Curly Long: Yeah right, this is the same predictable schtick Virus has been pulling for YEARS now. He'll come back from injury or burnout or whatever, get close to the big time, and then burn out or get injured AGAIN and uproot without ANY prior warning whatsoever! How he continues to be employed is beyond me, and good on these fans for letting him know what's on their minds!(Virus doesn't seem to have expected the negative reaction, as he almost seems sad for a moment before turning to Broccoli Lad, who looks heartened by the fact that the crowd isn't booing HIM for a change.)Sum Guy: Well, regardless of the fans' opinion, Virus is back and he's about ready to get it on!Virus straddles the ropes but doesn't enter the ring before Broccoli Lad is on him with a few punches and kicks. Virus is momentarily stunned by the quick attack, but recovers and pushes Broccoli Lad across the ring to give himself some room to finish entering. The unflappable, unvictorious Lad doesn't give up though, strengthened by the audience's continued anti-Virus chanting. He uses the momentum from Virus's shove to bounce off the opposite ropes and hit a shoulderblock, catching Virus square in the chest! Virus staggers, and Broccoli Lad keeps it up with a few more shoulderblocks, and finally VIRUS FALLS! Broccoli Lad looks shocked, and the crowd actually gasps as well, then bursts out into cheers for Broccoli Lad! Curly Long: Well, look at the little guy go! His first win of his career might well be here, tonight!
Sum Guy: Virus hasn't wrestled in almost two years, Curly, he's got a little ring rust to take care of first! Also, I'm not going to point out the irony of you calling somebody "little".Broccoli Lad has his back turned to Virus and is soaking up the crowd's polite applause, when Virus SITS UP behind him! The crowd gasps again, and Broccoli Lad turns around into a HUGE big boot! Virus looks... not very pleased at this turn of events, as the crowd boos him once more. Virus picks up Broccoli Lad and goes to throw him over the top rope unceremoniously... but BROCCOLI LAD IS PLAYING POSSUM! In mid-air, Broccoli Lad snaps into action, grabbing Virus by the head and dropping him NECK-FIRST onto the top rope! Virus stumbles into the center of the ring as Broccoli Lad stands back up and looks back into the crowd... Sum Guy: Smooth moves from Broccoli Lad here, and if Virus doesn't get it into gear here, he's going to hand Broccoli Lad a shot at the EWT Tri-State Title!Broccoli Lad looks to the crowd for approval, the crowd cheers louder... he leaps up onto the top rope and springboards towards Virus as he turns around clutching his throat... BROCCOLI LAD GRABS VIRUS BY THE HEAD AGAIN AND HITS A SWINGING NECKBREAKER! The crowd chants their approval as both men are down for a moment! Sum Guy: And there it is! THE SALAD TOSSER!
Curly Long (bursting out laughing): The WHAT?!
Sum Guy: That swinging neckbreaker off the top rope is called the Salad Tosser! It's Broccoli Lad's finishing maneuever!
Curly Long: Are you saying Broccoli Lad just tossed Virus's salad?
Sum Guy (realizing what Long is getting at): Oh dear God, do you EVER quit?While the commentators bicker, Virus and Broccoli Lad have both returned to their feet, Virus near the ropes and Broccoli Lad in the center of the ring. Virus is still shaking out some cobwebs, and Broccoli Lad seeks to take advantage, launching himself bodily at Virus in an attempt to knock him up and over the top rope... VIRUS SPEARS BROCCOLI LAD OUT OF MID-AIR! The crowd picks up its booing again as Virus looks down furiously at Broccoli Lad, then picks him up and snaps off a picture-perfect INFECTION! He then looks out into the crowd, drags the knocked-loopy Broccoli Lad back up to his feet, then picks him up into a JACKKNIFE POWERBOMB and walks toward the ropes! Sum Guy: Oh no... he can't be thinking what I think he's thinking! Don't do it!Virus can't hear Sum Guy and wouldn't listen even if he could, so Virus tosses Broccoli Lad full force over the top rope and down to the ground with a sickening THUD! The referees call for the bell, and no sooner has it rung then does Virus make for the exit, ignoring the crowd's violent chants as we fade to commercial.
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Post by Tea & Crumpets on Feb 11, 2009 9:50:19 GMT -5
*Rhapsody’s Emerald Sword, complete with extended intro, cues up on the PA and out come the Highland Diamonds, EWT Tag Team Titles once again around their waists. They walk to the ring and taunt the crowd, before entering the ring. They each pick up a microphone.*
Warrior: Well hello EWT! It’s been a while, but he haven’t missed ya. What YOU have missed though, is our most glorious recapturing of the EWT Worldwide Championships of the Tag Team Wrestling Division, from Season’s Beatings; thanks to the incompetent fools behind the scenes who couldn’t seem to get the match footage together on time.
Angus: So wi’ that said, let’s take a look back at tha final few moments o’ tha match, ta see how we became 2 time Tag Team Champions in our rookie year in EWT.
*The Toomitron brings up a fancy graphic of the EWT logo, before fading to the final moments of the Triple threat tag title match from Season’s Beatings, minus commentary*
*Joel is in the ring with Paul Podanski, hauling off with a series of right hands. He irish whips Paul into the ropes then drop toeholds him, and Mike springboards into the ring and hits a leg drop over the back of Podanski’s neck. Joel goes for the cover but it is broken up by Emerald Warrior as he runs into the ring. Warrior goes for Joel and hooks him up for a suplex, but Joel slips out, and both of the Nyrds connect with a sandwich of jumping kicks to the face and back of the head. Andy Duke throws Angus into the steel steps on the outside and enters the ring. He watches as Joel and Mike prepare to hit a Shigeru Miyamoto rush on Podanski, and breaks it up with a clothesline to Mike. Duke tosses Joel over the top rope by his head, then suplexes Mike and makes the cover. 1…2…Kick out! Angus climbs the corner and yells to Duke, who turns to see Angus in midair, but Duke has the presence of mind to duck. Podanski is also back to his feet and Duke and Paul go for Angus, who is backed into the corner by them both. Emerald Warrior cuts off the double team, taking Andy down with a back suplex, and Angus cleans Paul’s clock with some Sweet Bagpipe Music! He goes for the pin but Mike breaks it up with a double axe handle. Mike goes for a tornado DDT but Angus counters and sits Mike on the top turnbuckle, however Joel slides back into the ring and takes Angus over with a hurracanrana. Mike stands on the top rope, going for his senton bomb, but Emerald Warrior quickly lets go of Andy Duke mid move and knocks Mike’s legs out, crotching him on the ring post. Joel drops Emerald Warrior with an enzugiri as he turns round, but immediately finds himself on the receiving end of a DDT from Podanski, who is subsequently felled by another Sweet Bagpipe Music from Angus! Angus sees Duke get up and goes for a lariat, but Duke sidesteps, takes Angus down from behind and gets hold with the Cidal Lock! Angus is wavering and close to tapping, but the move is broken up as Mike of the Nyrds jumps off the top for Andy Duke going for a diving DDT, yet Duke somehow counters it into a reverse Manhattan Drop before whipping Mike into the ropes. He goes for a back body drop but Mike rolls over Andy and gets him, attempting a German Suplex. Emerald Warrior then catches Mike from behind in a German Suplex position. Andy performs a standing switch going all the way back behind Warrior, and Mike then also performs a standing switch and gets behind Andy. Warrior elbows Duke and gets out of the way, and Mike then changes his mind and goes for a school boy, but it is broken up by Warrior! Mike quickly is back to his feet and takes Emerald Warrior and himself over the top rope and back to the ringside with a flying cross body! Paul and Andy then turn to Angus, and double Irish whip him to the ropes. They set up for something but it is cut off as Joel Hodgson vaults to the middle rope and then springs backwards, knocking Duke and Podanski into Angus with a double reverse elbow to the back! All 3 are down, but Joel goes for Duke. He seems to be setting up for something big, but Duke overpowers Joel and crushes him with a brainbuster, before immediately picking up the limp champion and hitting a sick released Dragon Suplex! Meanwhile at ringside, Emerald Warrior, unseen by the referee, rakes Mike’s eyes before pulling the rifle from a squaddie and using it as a club to the side of Mike Hodgson’s head, knocking the Nyrd clean out! Angus meanwhile keeps Podanski grounded and lays into him with a flurry of hook punches, before dragging his opponent up and dumping him with an exploder suplex Back on the other side of the ring, the impact from the Dragon suplex bounces Joel back onto his feet who, in a sudden burst of fighting spirit, charges right at Duke, who merely goes behind and grabs him, hitting and bridging out with a 2nd Dragon Suplex! 1…2…Double stomp by Angus breaks it up!! Duke is angered and blocks a punch from Angus, who blocks the return and clocks Duke with a left cross, staggering the veteran back. Warrior reaches into the ring and trips Duke, dragging him by his feet to the outside as Angus picks up the limp Joel. Angus devastates Joel with a brutal lariat as Warrior bodily latches onto Duke, dead-weighting and preventing him from re-entering! Duke fights to crawl back in and stop the count as Angus covers the limp Joel 1…2…3!!! Emerald Sword cues up over grainy speakers as the soldiers boo heartily, the Diamonds back on the throne.*
Angus: There was our glorious victory. And guess what? We’ve ran another 2 teams outta tha’ EWT. When guys face us, their EWT careers die. Nobody dares face us twice, an’ if they do, they don’t come back for a 3rd. Yet that lack of competition is mmakin’ us question why we waste our time here in EWT.
Warrior: You see….EWT is growing stagnant. It’s top young stars and core talent base are running scared, ratings are dropping, PPVs having problems. And what’s the “grand solution?” Why, to do a WCW and bring back the old boys! DSR, Dorf, ape, Who’s seen them in years? Hell, I didn’t even know they were still alive until their ever so cliché comebacks over the last month or so. All the merchandise-snuffling fans eat it up with a spoon, and yet it’s the same old hat. And I don’t like old things or hats. Old things are only any good for nostalgia, which only works when it stays in the past, and hats just make people look like they’re going bald or are stalkers.
Angus: We are the best debutants in EWT history, we’ve had the best first year in EWT history. We’ve made history, and yet now EWT is just becomin’ history. The very classic moments we’ve given ta ye all are just bein’ dug up and redone over and over. Which is why we say it’s time for a change. All the EWT alumni, we ain’t interested in facin’ ya. We could beat any 2 of you in tag team action, it’s no challenge. However there’s a guy who isn’t an old dog, an’ is a challenge. Hardcore Hensley, mister World Champion. I took ye ta the limit at Risin’ Star. Since then you did what the PPV title said and rose ta the top o’ the mountain. Well, I sent a message that I wasn’t done with ye back after the match at Risin’ Star, but for someone so hardcore, ya fled the challenge and took your beatin’ like a coward. So I’m slappin you in tha face with the glove again. Rematch. Put your new belt on the line, see if ya can beat me twice. Yes we’re the tag champs again, but why stop there? Your song goes “Hit Em High, Hit Em Low”. I believe in a similar ethic- “Keep aimin’ high, leave the rest low.”
Warrior: Best bit is you never even beat me either boy!! I kicked your ass and well…your reaction was more or less the exact opposite of Christian Bale’s on his new sparkly film set. If you’re such a toughguy, such a fighting champion, then why are you letting yourself get punked out by us? Put your meathooks where your mouth is and prove your manhood, that is if you even have any. Be Triple M-Mouth, Meathooks, Manhood, and step up to this challenge ya butt-ugly bastard. Don’t be Triple C- Churlish, Cowardly and Cockless.
*The Diamonds drop their microphones and leave the ring, with their theme music again playing but being heavily smothered by boos.*
Sum Guy: Rather harsh words by the Diamonds towards some of the fan favourite veterans of EWT.
Long: They’re always full of themselves but they do seem to back it up. And of course, any time all those front row fans wet themselves in frustration I have a laugh, so I’m interested to see where this leads.
Sum Guy: Will Hensley or any of the other EWT vets respond to this throwing down of the gauntlet by the Highland Diamonds?
*fade to commercials*
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Post by hardcorehensley on Feb 11, 2009 16:21:30 GMT -5
"Hit Em High, Hit Em Low" blasts through the arena as EWT's Heavyweight Champion, Hardcore Hensley, storms to the ring. He rushes down the ramp, and slides in with a microphone already in-hand.Curly Long: Well, this should be good. Sum Guy: Hardcore Hensley not wasting anytime at all coming back. Hensley: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Angus, my man, I think it'd be best you slam on the breaks before you make anymore mistakes! Ha, now I know you're a hell of a competitor, I experienced that firsthand! However, I also know you don't mind hitting another man when he got his back to you. I mean, I sure as hell am not scared of nobody, so allow me to speed all this nonsense up. I'll give you your rematch. I'll put my title on the line, of course, but we aren't gonna just wrestle one on one again. No, you see, when it comes to people like you, I've found another way of...physical negotiation...works quite well. Whenever the next big show is, throw Hensley/MacAngus II on top. It's gonna be a street fight! I'll show your punk ass how business really gets handled- : Whoa, whoa, whoa yourself there, Champ! Long: Who? Sum Guy: Booker T! Booker T: I hear you speaking as if it's a downright fact that you're still gonna be the EWT Heavyweight Champion by TONIGHT'S end... Book's out on the stage in simply his white trunks, appearing fully prepared. Meanwhile, Hensley lets go a soft snicker.Hensley: You're right, my fault. How could I forget about my title defense against Mr. Booker T himself. Book: That would be your MOST IMPORTANT title defense, sucka! With that, he quickly drops his own mic, and heads for the ring. Hensley tosses his, and sets up. A referee climbs in almost correspondent with Book, and calls for the bell.
Hensley gets the jump on him with big right hands. He goes to Irish whip him across the ring, but Book reverses. He bends over, looking for his 110th Street Slam. Hensley's able to stop on a dime though, and with Book already in position, attempts an axe kick of his own. Book narrowly avoids it, but catches a kick square to the gut for his troubles. Hensley follows up with a roundhouse kick that sends Book against the ropes. He whips him across the ring again, but Book ducks under a heel kick. Hensley turns about in time just enough to eat a forearm. He stumbles backwards, but Book goes on the offensive. He unloads on the Champ with several unique kicks. Hensley finds himself in a corner before too long. Luckily, Book drags him out himself, twisting his arm in the process though. He practically turns his arm inside-out, but his hook kick misses. Hensley lands a perfect drop kick that knocks Book on his ass. They meet back up simultaneously. Hensley lets go with a couple of stiff kicks. Book grabs a hold of the aforementioned turnbuckle just for leverage alone. Hensley backpedals to the opposing corner then tries to sandwich his challenger. Unfortunately, Book sidesteps, and Hensley meets the steel ring post. Book eagerly hoists Hensley up, and plants him with a side slam. To much joy, Book performs his spinarooni, signaling to the top rope. He hurries up top, seemingly for his Houston Hangover maneuver. As he's checking himself over though, Hensley springs back up to his feet, and leaps up top in a single bound, meeting Book in complete shock. A hard knee clips Book before Hensley absolutely KILLS him with an exploder suplex!Long: Oh my. Sum Guy: SUPER EXPLODER SUPLEX! Hensley makes the cover, and the pin fall's pretty much given. "Hit Em High, Hit Em Low" returns, and Lillian Garcia finally makes her way into the ring.Garcia: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, and STILL EWT Heavyweight Champion...Haaardcooore Hensleyyy! Hensley accepts his belt back, and takes Garcia's mic hand.Hensley: I'll see you again real soon, Angus! He lets go, and rolls out of the ring.Long: Hensley and MacAngus, again. This should be interesting. Sum Guy: Street fight too, baby! I can't wait! To the back...
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Post by DSR on Feb 13, 2009 0:03:52 GMT -5
*Shark Boy comes out to the ring, and his fans couldn't be happier!
The Crowd: "Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back!"
*Shark Boy gives his "fin salute" to the crowd, rolls into the ring and climbs up the turnbuckles to raise his arms, Stone Cold style.
*A wail of static, followed by the opening of A Torrid Love Affair" signals the arrival of DSR. The pop for Shark Boy is easily multiplied by 100 for DSR! DSR storms into the ring and takes the ring announcer's mic.
DSR: "It seems Dorf isn't the only person who likes to run his mouth and stroke his own ego." *a bit of a chuckle* "Nostalgia?! It's true that sometimes people like to look fondly to the past...and remember things as somehow better than they really were. Nostalgia can revitalize a person's career, it's true, but nostalgia can only take you so far. Sure, people will buy complete seasons of Family Matters because they loved Urkel so damn much, but you ain't seein' Jaleel White starring in blockbuster movies!
My point being this...these people out here may love what I've done in this ring in the past...like bringing prestige to the World Title that some people are looking to secure for themselves, or the tag titles that adorn some people's waists...but these people also know...that when that bell rings, DSR is gonna give them a match TODAY that's just as good, if not better, than anything he's done in the past...That I come out here and deliver what these people have paid to see...every. Single. Night."
The Crowd: "DSR! DSR! DSR!"
DSR: "Speaking of accomplishments...y'know Shark Boy, I could really bust your balls right now, seeing as how you and I held the EWT Tag Titles in the early stages of this company's existence...and that I've gone on to headline shows and win nearly every title this company has to offer, while you've become...this.
*Shark Boy climbs the turnbuckles and raises his arms, Stone Cold style again.
DSR: "Calm down, buddy. See, I'm not here to bust your balls...hell son, I'm here to say that I RESPECT you! See, you came down to this ring, ready to fight, unlike a so-called 'legend' named Dorf, who likes to issue challenges, and then tuck tail and run when they're answered. They call you Shark 'Boy' but you're way more of a MAN than Dorf is!"
*DSR hands off the microphone, and shakes hands with Shark Boy. The bell rings to signal the start of the match. Shark Boy comes out of the corner swingin' his fist, connecting with DSR and backing him into the corner. Shark Boy lays the boots into DSR, sending him down to the mat. Shark Boy does the fin salute, and finishes Stompin' a Watering Hole. Shark Boy turns to the crowd who cheers him. Shark Boy turns back around, for DSR to roll towards him and leap to his feet with a big Euro Uppercut! Shark Boy rolls to the outside, as DSR casually shakes his head "No" at Shark Boy. Clearly DSR was unaffected by the "beatdown."
DSR charges the ropes and flies at Shark Boy, with a huge TOPAY! DSR lands on his feet and lets out a big "iOLE!" The crowd roars, as DSR rolls Shark Boy into the ring. DSR goes for the pin
ONE TWO T-Kickout! DSR goes to the corner, stomping the mat, ready to nail the Emokick! Shark Boy gets up, DSR comes out of the corner with the kick, but Shark Boy catches it! Shark Boy throws DSR's foot away, boots DSR in the stomach, and attempts the Chummer! DSR puts on the brakes, grabs Shark Boy around the waist and hits a release German Suplex!
Shark Boy gets to his feet, and DSR whips him into the ropes. DSR ducks for a back body drop, but Shark Boy hits a sunset flip! DSR rolls through and gets to his feet and hits a front dropkick to Shark Boy! DSR picks up Shark Boy again and whips him into the ropes. DSR attempts a Clothesline from TRL, Shark Boy ducks, bounces off the opposite ropes, leaps with a Lou Thesz Press...but DSR catches him and delivers a big SPINEBUSTER! Shark Boy writhes on the mat, clutching his back.
DSR grabs Shark Boy's legs in an attempt at the Sharpshooter, but Shark Boy kicks him away. Shark Boy gets to his feet and attempts the Chummer again, but DSR pushes him into the ropes. Shark Boy bounces off and comes back and connects with the Thesz Press! Shark Boy nails a few punches and then gets up and climbs to the top turnbuckle. DSR gets to his feet, Shark Boy flies with a top rope dropkick...but DSR catches Shark Boy's feet! DSR locks in the Sharpshooter! Shark Boy taps out!
Announcer: "The winner of the match: D! S! R!"
*DSR has his arm raised by the ref, then helps Shark Boy to his feet. The two men shake hands, and DSR raises the arm of Shark Boy. The capacity crowd cheers both men. DSR rolls out of the ring and slaps hands with the fans on the way up the entrance ramp. Cut to commercial.
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Post by ape on Feb 18, 2009 17:12:42 GMT -5
*rellik is backstage and making his way towards the entrance to the ring. before he gets too far, psychoapeguy jumps him from behind, knocking him to the floor. a nearby referee sees the attack and quickly makes his way over, assuming it to be the beginning of a toolshed title match. ape slowly walks around the fallen rellik....stalking him like an animal stalking its fallen prey. after a few seconds, ape pounces toward rellik on the floor, but rellik gets his feet up and kicks ape off. he then gets to his feet and begins hitting ape with various rights and lefts followed by ramming his face through some nearby drywall. rellik pulls ape's skull from the hole created in the drywall and then sets him up for a piledriver on the concrete, but ape counters it with a back body drop.
ape reaches into one of his pockets. pulls out a fork, and lunges at rellik, violently ramming the sharpened edges into his right shoulder blade. rellik screams in pain and it blends in with ape's shrieks of joy. blood begins to seep from rellik's stab wounds, and ape jams the fork one last time into rellik's shoulder...this time, after piercing the skin, ape pulls the fork in a downward motion, raking the fork out of the wound, causing a long, deep cut down rellik's right arm. ape then throws the fork to the side and begins to gnaw away at the wound before rellik manages to channel enough strength to fight him off with his left hand.
a dazed ape stumbles a few steps back, but quickly regains his composure and stalks towards rellik again, but rellik is ready and hits ape with an eye rake follows it up by grabbing ape's skull under his arm, positioning himself on a nearby crate, and nails ape with a big tornado ddt on the concrete floor. rellik then goes for a cover. 1....2.....kickout.
rellik spots the fork that ape had tossed aside and gabs it and proceeds to give ape a taste of his own medicine, raking away at ape's back, making several large gashes that quickly transformed ape's back into a crimson mess. rellik then lifts ape up and hits a sidewalk slam followed by a cover. 1......2......kickout.
rellik quickly gets up and pulls ape to his feet. he then goes for a vertical suplex, but ape blocks it and rakes his fingernails across rellik's shoulder wound that he had created earlier. ape then drops to his knees and hits a low blow. rellik drops to the ground and ape reaches into his other pocket and pulls out a pouch. he opens it up and pulls out a canister of super glue and dumps the rest of the contents to the floor; broken glass crashes to the ground. ape quickly pours super glue on his right pant leg knee and proceeds to jam the glue-covered knee into the pile of broken glass on the floor.
as he's doing this, rellik gets back to his feet and slams ape's face into the pile of broken glass. he then lifts ape's head and slams it down into the glass again...and again. he rolls ape over and goes for the cover. 1.......2.......kickout.
rellik lifts ape up and goes for a bodyslam, but ape slides out of it, down relliks back and kicks behind rellik's right kneecap, bringing him to his knees and then uses his now glass-covered knee to rake across rellik's very wounded shoulder. as rellik screams in pain, ape positions himself in front of rellik, takes a few steps back, and nails a shining wizard with the glass knee. ape then picks rellik up and positions him for what looks to be a powerbomb on the glass....he instead lifts up up and delivers a big shoulderbreaker, driving rellik's ravaged shoulder into the broken glass glued to ape's knee. ape then drops rellik stomach first upon the pile of broken glass.
ape then grabs a handful of glass and piles it over rellik's wounded shoulder and proceeds to climb the crate that rellik had used earlier. ape leaps off the crate and delivers a big knee drop to rellik's shoulder, then rolls him over and goes for the cover. 1......2.......3.
the referee goes to raise ape's hand in the air, but ape grabs him and ddt's him into the broken glass. he then grabs the nearby fork, lifts up the referee's shirt, and carves a japanese flag into his stomach. ape then giggles and slowly slithers away from the wreckage, disappearing into the shadows and leaving paramedics to rush in and tend to rellik and the referee as we head to a commercial break.*
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Post by Kris Kobain on Feb 28, 2010 3:41:59 GMT -5
*Back from commercial we see the crew still cleaning up the wreckage from the previous match.
An udidentified man wearing ripped jeans, a black biker jacket and a flannel around his waist walks out onto the stage holding a microphone. He looks down the ramp towards the ring and claps his hands. He then raises the microphone to his mouth and begins to speak
"Let's hear it for perhaps the worst match in the history of wrestling!"
*The crowd sits not sure how to react.
"Let me give you people a minute to wakeup after that snoozefest. You're about to get a great dose of reality and no matter how it seems I promise you this is not just a dream."
*Split reaction from the crowd.
"I'm not here to bore you with long winded speeches about saviours and saints. I'm simply here to stop the atrocity that this company has become. I'm here to help rebuild this company and make it better than ever. Most important I'm here to make sure you never forget the name Kris.......KOBAIN!"
Kobain then turns and walks away as the crowd is still split in reaction.
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