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Post by The Tank on Jan 23, 2010 17:10:26 GMT -5
And I know this is silly, but I'm surprised that no cruiserweight has ever done a Hurricarana/Frankensteiner/Dragonrana style move and called it The Americanrana.
......that actually sounds like a CHIKARA finisher/wrestler.
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Post by Perpetual Nirvana on Jan 23, 2010 17:12:34 GMT -5
Morley goes up for the Money Shot but is misted by Kiyoshi, who then pulls him off and hits the Lightning Flash. 1-2-3!
Penzer: Hear are your winners, Kiyoishi and Jerry Sags!
West: Well it may be an odd combination but it worked.
Tenay: No, I can't argue that.
*Cody Deaner is shown wheeling a cart down a hallway*
Alright 9 pound bucket of BBQ Wings
Check
3 Bags of Reese's Pieces kept chilled
Check
A Ham,Salami,Bacon and Sausage sandwich with Jalapeno's,Sauerkraut,Butter and Spicy Mustard?
Check
Alright so Ah gotta deliver this to
*The Camera pans over to a door labelled Awesome Kong*
Awww hell
*Deaner knocks on the door*
Who is it?
Catering
COME IN!!! NOW!!!
*Deaner wheels the cart in*
This is everything right?
Looks like it.
Wait.
Don't I know you?
Ummmmm.....
Is yer name Lance Hoyt?
EXCUSE ME?! HOW DARE YOU!!! DON'T EVER SAY THAT NAME IN FRONT OF ME AGAIN!!!
Jeez why's everybody hate that feller?
His checks don't bounce
CHANGE THE SUBJECT!!! NOW!!!
Uhhh you ordered a Fish Sandwich right?
No?
Wait.
I remember you now! You're that little country fried punk who harrassed me last week!
What?
No!
No,No you must be confused I usually wear.................A MASK!
Yeah I wear a mask usually that's why
A mask? But you're not Mexican.
Ah'm............South.............Bra.......Tinian
Yeeaaah
South What-ian?
I'm hungry.
Have a fish sandwich
I DIDN'T ORDER NO FISH SAMMICH!!!
WHO THE HELL CARES WHA'CHA ORDERED YA SHE-BEAST IT TAINT LIKE YOUR GONNA TASTE IT ON THE WAY DOWN!
.............What'd you call me?
Ummmmmmm..............A Very Forgiving person?
Unfortunately for you, no.
Kong advances menacingly towards Deaner.
WAIT!
Death waits for nobody!
But the way the lights catch your eyes when your angry.............
ANGRY?! YOU THINK I'M ANG-
What was that about my eyes?
They're a beautiful
They look like the old backfire of a Pick-up refracting on some Chrome
That is the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me! C'mere you!
Kong grabs Deaner and wraps him in a huge hug.
OH GAWD MAH BACK!
Huh? What was that?
Shawn Daivari walks in.
Well well well. What have we here?
Kong drops Deaner who immediately crawls towards the door.
Whataya want, Daivari?
Oh, nothing. I was just watching the most disgusting display of affection since I saw Deliverance!
What did you say?
You heard me, Kong. I've seen warthogs more appealing than you!
WHAT?! Why you little...
Now now. Watch that temper, Kong.
Now listen to me you little rat. You do not disrepect me! EVER!
Oh really? Look Kong. I'm WCTNA's modern legend. I'll talk to who I want, however I want, OK? Now if you'll excuse me, I have a match to get ready for.
Daivari exits.
Some people. No respect whatsoever.
Now where'd that southern guy go?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2010 17:15:22 GMT -5
Why do I not seem to know any of my guys finishers?
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Post by The Tank on Jan 23, 2010 17:16:40 GMT -5
Why do I not seem to know any of my guys finishers? Dude, I'm telling you for Kiyoshi: Americanrana. |
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Post by Perpetual Nirvana on Jan 23, 2010 17:17:42 GMT -5
iMPACT returns from the break as Eric Young is in the ring.
Hello ladies and gentlemen. I know I haven't done much around these parts lately, but...
Tenay: What is this?
West: That's Sean Waltman!
Tenay: What's he doing here?
*Sean Waltman enters the iMPACT! Zone and receives a mixed reaction from the crowd. The former X-Division quickly heads down to the ring and extends a hand to Eric Young. Young accepts the gesture, only for Syxx-Pac to immediately Irish Whip him out of the ring! Young lands on the apron, but a quick dropkick from 'Pac sends him off the apron and straight into the barricade. Waltman then grabs the mic and attempts to speak, but the crowd's (no longer mixed) reaction puts that off for a moment. A few "shut the hell up"'s later, and the crowd is silent.*
So I've been gone for three years, and this is what I get?
*The crowd responds negatively.*
Three years! Three years I've been bustin' my ass in Mexico barely making a living in this business ever since TNA decided I wasn't worth keeping around! And yet guys like Christopher Daniels and Amazing Red vanish for half that time and get a hero's welcome? Where's my hero's welcome, huh?!?
*The crowd again responds negatively.*
That's cool. Whatever. Really, I'm cool with that. Like the opinion of a bunch of losers like you people really matters to a guy.............no, a SUPERSTAR like me.
*The crowd laughs at this comment, causing 'Pac delivers a few quick DX chops towards the crowd, which of course earns him a negative reaction.*
See, I didn't come here to pander to you losers. No, I came here for one reason only, and that reason is to settle some business. And the faster that business is settled, the faster I can get the hell out of this hellhole.
Kevin Nash! Get your ass out here right now!
*Kevin Nash walks down the ramp by himself, mic in hand.*
Well well well. I guess they really will let anybody in this place. What's the matter Sean? Get lost on your way to the Bunker? Or did all the exploding cages and fishtanks finally destroy that thing?
*A few scattered laughs come from the crowd, as Nash walks up the steps to the ring.*
So I was sittin' in the back, chillin' out, when I heard you out here, whining about how nobody loves you. Then I heard you say my name.
You got somethin' to say to me, Sean? Well I'm right here. Let's hear it.
Oh, you were just chillin' in the back. Riiight. Lemme guess, chillin' with your new posse? With that human Chia Pet and the chick with the life preservers strapped to her chest 24/7?
Kev, those two are exactly what I'm here to talk to you about.
Now hold on a second, Sean. You don't talk about my girl or my pal that way. You don't see me out here making fun of the Road Doggity Diggity Snoopity Dawg or "Takin' It Up The Ass" Billy Gunn, now do you?
Hey, hey. Don't blame me for those idiots. BG James is stuck in a time we'd all like to forget about. And as for the other one............well, I think we both know that Hunter had some issues he needed to work out back then.
But I didn't come to this shithole to talk about the failures we used to hang around with, or I'd bring up the guys like Virgil in that "elite" group we used to run with.
I came here to talk about the now, big man. And about how you're puttin' together this new band.
OK. I know what this is about. I actually had a feeling this might happen.
Yes Sean. You can be our official roadie.
But no cornrows, man. Please.
*The crowd laughs at Waltman, who again goes into the "Shut the hell up" routine.*
Oh, reeeeeal funny, Kev. Real f***in' hysterical. You really should take that act on the road, man. Of course, then you'd be getting paid for actually doing something you're talented at.
Now hold on a second Sean. How can you say that? With Mickles outta the picture, Bruti and myself are runnin' this place. You gonna tell me I ain't gotta knack for steerin' the ship in times of trouble and uncertainty?
Hey, I'll give credit where it's due. You kept Turner's sinking ship afloat long after me and everyone worth a damn cut out for up north. But back then, things were a little different. Back then, the right people were on top. Guys like us.
But here? With....with people like them? I mean, come on, man! That little punk you're running around with used to work for Bradshaw! Bradshaw, man. That's low, even for your lack of standards. And that Magnus guy. Why even play around with him, bro? Why not just take him down and take the belt yourself? It'd take, what? Two minutes? Five, if ya had a good buzz goin'?
My point is, your present company is a little.........underwhelming. And certain people happen to be curious why you're wasting time with them instead of callin' us in. I'm just the one here to call you out on it.
Sean, let's face the facts. You and some of our other buddies are... how do I put this... unreliable.
*Waltman goes to say something, but Nash cuts him off.*
No no, Sean. My turn to talk. Hogan can't be trusted, because you know that in the end, he's only in it for himself. Steiner's lost what little of "it" he had to begin with. And don't get me started on you and Scotty.
Point is, I knew I couldn't depend on the proven commodities, so I decided I'll just start building from the ground up.
JKO was one of the longest reigning Champions in 2005. Not as long as that soldier guy or that animal guy, but still. And there's still a whole world of untapped potential there.
And as for Magnus. Let's be honest. The guy spent most of last year with the World Title, he must be doin' somethin' right.
And Traci... well look at her man! Better than that... y'know what? No. I'm gonna spare you what's left of your dignity on that one. Afterall, we all make mistakes. I once mentored a guy named Sonjay.
*Scattered chuckles from the crowd*
You just.......you just don't get it. What happened to loyalty, dude? What happened to 4 Life?
Well Sean, the only problem with "4 Life" is that with you guys, "4 Life" usually means "for now" or "until the cash stops flowing" or my favorite, "but there was this kickass party, Kev".
And I'm the one with no loyalty?
Well, I don't seem to remember you stickin' your neck out when I got canned up north back in '02! No, you sat on your ass for a year 'til HBK came calling while they tried to job me out to that nobody Booker T!!! Where was your so-called loyalty then, Kev?!?!?
You can spout this holier than thou bullshit all you want, but you're still just pullin' the same old act: buddy up with the top guy and use everyone below you to keep your stolen spot until...
*Nash catches Waltman off guard with a punch to the gut! As Syxx-Pac gasps for air, Nash grabs him and sets him up for the Jackknife, only to be hit with a low blow! Waltman follows up with the Syxx-Factor! As Nash struggles to his feet, Waltman slides under the rope and reaches under the ring, grabbing a sledgehammer. Nash returns to a standing position, but a shot to the gut puts him down quickly. Syxx-Pac continues the beating for several more minutes until JKO hits the ring with a steel chair, chasing away the former X-Division Champion, who escapes through the crowd. Traci Brooks runs out to check on Nash as we cut to a commercial.*
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Post by Perpetual Nirvana on Jan 23, 2010 17:21:15 GMT -5
Why do I not seem to know any of my guys finishers? That is his finisher according to wikipedia. What do you want his finisher to be? |
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Post by The Tank on Jan 23, 2010 17:21:56 GMT -5
Why do I not seem to know any of my guys finishers? That is his finisher according to wikipedia. What do you want his finisher to be? Sayin' it again: Americanrana. |
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Post by Perpetual Nirvana on Jan 23, 2010 17:22:34 GMT -5
West: Wow.
Tenay: Indeed, the return of Sean Waltman, Syxx Pac, to WCTNA and his confrontation with Kevin Nash.
West: Who cares about that, what about The Deaner and Kong?
Tenay: Well Cody Deaner having a hard time of it since losing his job.
West: I still can't believe that.
Tenay: Well our next match features a former Legends champion facing a man hoping for a title shot.
Penzer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Tehran, Iran, weighing 215 pounds, Shawn Daivari!
Penzer: And from London, England, weighing 240 pounds, Desmond Wolfe!
3 votes
10 minutes
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Post by comahan on Jan 23, 2010 17:23:38 GMT -5
Wolfe with a lariat
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Post by The Tank on Jan 23, 2010 17:24:26 GMT -5
Oh, well f*** you, Don West!
When the hell is Taz coming in to take his job?
Oh, uh...Daivari with a stereotypically-renamed gutwrench suplex.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2010 17:25:02 GMT -5
Daivari with a Dropkick to the Knee
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Post by MikeyMania on Jan 23, 2010 17:25:53 GMT -5
Wolfe with an uppercut.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2010 17:27:52 GMT -5
Oh, well f*** you, Don West! When the hell is Taz coming in to take his job? Oh, uh...Daivari with a stereotypically-renamed gutwrench suplex. Once Tazz becomes interesting So never |
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Post by The Tank on Jan 23, 2010 17:28:28 GMT -5
Oh, well f*** you, Don West! When the hell is Taz coming in to take his job? Oh, uh...Daivari with a stereotypically-renamed gutwrench suplex. Once Tazz becomes interesting So never Well, everyone knows Tazz wasn't interesting. I asked about Taz. |
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Post by Perpetual Nirvana on Jan 23, 2010 17:28:53 GMT -5
Oh, well f*** you, Don West! When the hell is Taz coming in to take his job? Funny thing, Taz had his job but I didn't like writing for him so I brought Don back. 2-2 by the way. |
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Post by The Tank on Jan 23, 2010 17:29:56 GMT -5
Oh, well f*** you, Don West! When the hell is Taz coming in to take his job? Funny thing, Taz had his job but I didn't like writing for him so I brought Don back. 2-2 by the way. Well, can't you do a 3-man team? I mean, TNA's roster is big enough for a 3-man team. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2010 17:30:59 GMT -5
Taz has a purpose now
He hands out towels
It's generally agreed he's better at this than anything else he's tried
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Post by Perpetual Nirvana on Jan 23, 2010 17:32:43 GMT -5
Actually Taz was going to do something else but that never materialised. He may return to commentary, we'll see.
As for this match, I'm breaking the tie. Wolfe with a lariat.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2010 17:34:39 GMT -5
BTW, can I sign up as Jeff Hardy?
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Post by Perpetual Nirvana on Jan 23, 2010 17:38:51 GMT -5
After an even match Daivari whips Wolfe into the ropes but Wolfe comes off with the Jawbreaker Lariat. 1-2-3!
Penzer: Here is your winner, Desmond Wolfe!
Tenay: What a match that was but Wolfe just gets the win.
West: Magnus will not be pleased
Tenay: And now we can indeed find out who got that Legends title match.
We cut to Brutus Magnus who is sat in the ring on his chair behind a desk. He has a microphone in hand, and sat alongside him are Consequences Creed and Shark Boy.
Ladies and gents, and I use those terms, as always, very very loosely, earlier tonight we discovered who will be fighting for contendership of the World Tag Team and X Division Championships. Now it is time to discover who will battle for a Legends Championship opportunity. Now, whoever wants a shot, come out to this ring right now and explain to me just why you should get the opportunity.
* "The Icon" Sting, makes his way out onto the ramp. He is wearing his finest suit, as well as his now signature shades. He is flanked by Feast or Fired World Title contract holder Matt Morgan, as well as the WCTNA X Division Champion Christopher Daniels. Sting points up at the Legends title, smiling. *
Since you obviously had no interest in my proposal earlier, lets try another route then, shall we?
That belt you're offering contendership to... the WCTNA Legends Championship. A belt that someone whom I considered a friend brought into this company as nothing more than an ego boost to himself. A belt that I've clutched in my grasp before. A belt that has been on the backburner for too long, given the prestige that exudes from its image and name. But that prestige that SHOULD go hand in hand with the belt... it's not there. Why? Because it hasn't been held by a real legend, a real ICON in this business since I held it one year ago.
You and I both know where that title truly belongs, Brutus. It's not around the waist of an artificial, counterfeit champion like Shawn Daivari. And its CERTAINLY not around the waist... or well, on the shoulder of Brother Ray. Where that belt belongs, is with the Greater Good. You want reasons, Brutus? Because Im an Icon. Because im a Ten Time World Heavyweight Champion. Because everything that anyone has ever imagined that belt would represent, on its BEST DAY, I represent today.
No deals, no bribes. Just facts, Brutus. And the facts are, whether you like it or not, whether anyone likes it or not, that belt was made for me, and it deserves a place around my waist.
Well you are a true legend Sting. Of that I cannot cast any doubt. But just because you're a legend doesn't mean you can still go. You can though Stinger. But... there are others who might fancy their chances at this belt. Anyone?
*D'Angelo Dinero steps out, a smile on his face.*
Oh Brutus, I think there is someone else interested. Namely, Your Pope.
See Sting, you've had your time with the Legends Championship. In fact, you were among the first to hold such a prestigious title.
And yet, since you lost that title almost a year ago, you've done nothing in the meantime. In fact, save for your "Greater Good",
you've done nothing wroth remembering. But Your Pope, in his first MONTH with WCTNA, won the tag team tournament to become WCTNA Tag Team Champions. What did you do in YOUR first month with this company Sting? In fact, what have you done this month?
You helped screw Petey Williams out of the X-Division Title, you permanently injured Kip James just so Matt Morgan could be entered into Feast or Fired, and now you're trying to salvage your own career by going after the Legends Title. Face it Sting, you're old news. Whereas I am the hottest thing going today in WCTNA. Save of course you, Brutus.
In fact, look at yourself right now. Instead of being a man and coming out here alone, you surround yourself with your Greater Good. With your anabolic-testosterone fueled "Blueprint" and your fake, wanna-be Pope. I don't need back-up to prove my point.
Magnus, right now you make the decisions. So how about we make the right one, right now?
Well I like the way you think Dinero. You atleast have the grace to admit that I am the premier talent in this industry. Maybe... maybe this is the opportunity that you need to really show just how good you are. And... I am all about opportunity! But alas... is there anyone else who wants a shot?
Desmond Wolfe makes his way down and into the ring with the Tag Team title briefcase, looking a little worse for wear in hand.
Brutus Magnus, I want a Legends title match. You know first hand just what I am capable of inside this six sided ring. You have witnessed it. You have felt it. You know the damage I can inflict. Feel your shoulder. Sore isn't it? That was because of ME!
Ever since I first set foot here a month ago I've tormented you. I readily admit that I hate everything you stand for in this company and in this industry as a whole. You disgust me Brutus. But here's the thing. If I have another distraction - namely a Legends title to go after - then that may get me off your back... for a little while atleast. I'm a better wrestler than you. I know I am. But even I might struggle to cope when trying to keep the Legends title, the World Tag title, AND going after you.
So Brutus, I've laid the cards on the table. Do you want me to continue to torment you? Or, are you going to give me the title shot that my undefeated streak shows that I deserve?
Desmond Wolfe, you come out here and you disrespect me, the World champion, the best in the business today. You think that's going to endear you to me do you? Well I have news for you Desmond. That don't impress me much. Now, is anyone else wanting a shot?
No? Wow, I thought there'd be talents knocking down the door for a shot at Brother Ray and his title. Okay then... decision time.
It's an easy decision. I've decided that next week it will be Sting vs. D'Angelo Dinero for a Legends title shot.
Wolfe looks very annoyed as Dinero and Sting stare each other down in the background.
You have made a very big mistake Mr. Magnus.
Wolfe jumps over the table and attacks Magnus. He pummels him on the ground. He decks Shark Boy and throws him over the ropes before lariating Creed. Wolfe then goes back to Magnus and continues pummeling him.
D'Angelon Dinero comes over and drags Wolfe off Magnus. Wolfe then turns on Dinero and they brawl. The Greater Good look on bemused as Dinero and Wolfe kick lumps out of each other.
SECURITY! SECURITY!
Security run down the ramp into the ring and pull Dinero and Wolfe apart.
You'll pay for that Wolfe.... Next week... next week you will pay.
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