WCTNA Thread 21: Turning Point - Saturday 5PM EST

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Just leave that sweet angel alone.

[Perpetual Nirvana]

*Open in backstage with a Halloween party in full swing. JB is dressed as a vampire while Mick Foley is in full Dude Love mode.*

Yeah, Daddio, welcome to WCTNA's Halloween party. Let's see what the stars of WCTNA are up to.

*Mick and JB move over to where Beer Money, Eric Young and Traci Brooks are. James Storm is dressed a Superman. Robert Roode is Batman while Eric Young is the Flash and Traci Brooks is Wonder Woman.

No Green Lantern?

We were supposed to have a Green Lantern but someone missed the memo.

*Pan across to Consequnces Creed who is dressed as Green Hornet.*

Hey, Green Hornet is cool!

You were supposed to be John Stewart, damnit!

Because I'm black I'm supposed to be John Stewart. Why couldn't I be Hal Jordan?

Don't start this again.

Hell, I could have been Aquaman.

Nobody wants to be Aquaman.

Anyway let's move over here.

*Mick moves over to Suicide and Sharkboy who are dressed in their usual attire*

Hey Suicide. This is the one night of the year that look works. And Sharkboy! Nice Stone Cold outfit.

What the hell are you talking about, Mick?

You're Stone Cold Steve Austin right? You got the jacket...

What?

And you perfected the accent...

What?

You got all the mannerisms down prefectly.

What?

Okay, nevermind.

*Mick goes up to a giant ape wearing the X Division title*

Uhuh.

*Mick looks off screen*

Ah! Have I got a job for you.



*To Tenay and Taz at ringside. Taz is dressed as a sailor and Tenay is a Frankenstein-type mad scientist.*

Tenay: Welcome a Halloween edition of WCTNA iMPACT. We are days away from Turning Point.
Taz: Is tonight going be a trick or a treat.



Daivari enters the ring and takes the mic.

Ladies and gentlemen! As you all know, I am YOUR WCTNA Legends Champion. And as you also know, this coming Friday is Turning Point. And as I'm sure you have all noticed, I do not have a match scheduled for Turning Point.

The crowd cheers.

SHUT UP!! Now, as I was saying, I do not have a match for Turning Point and that's a damn travesty! Do you have any idea how many guys in the back would kill for a match at Turning Point, against the Legends Champion?! Well, as the Champion, I can make someone's dreams for a pay-per-view title match come true. Over the past few weeks, I've had my eye on one particular guy. He's really impressed me and I wanna bring him out here for you right now, please welcome, KIYOSHI!!!



*Kiyoshi parades to the ring with an American flag he climbs in the ring then feigns as if he is about to bow to Daivari then suddenly stops and extends his hand for a handshake*

AMERICAN WAY! Right Gaijin?


Right on my friend, right on.

Daivari shakes Kiyoshi's hand.

Now as I said, Kiyoshi has really impressed me over the last month. This is a guy who came into this company and became the X-Division Champion almost immediately. You wanna talk impressive, that's impressive. But then he lost the title and he became... well, he became a JOKE!

But it wasn't his fault! It was the system's fault! It was the so-called legends' fault! Kiyoshi was not allowed to realize his full potential, because the likes of Rhyno, Sting, and many others, simply would not allow it! But finally, the old guys no longer hold the power! So guys like Kiyoshi are free to become the stars that they should've been a long time ago!

So Kiyoshi, because of your drastic career turnaround, I want to reward you. So at Turning Point, hows about Shawn Daivari defends the Legends Championship against... KIYOSHI!!!!!

Whataya say, man?

So I go from nothing to the top despite doing nothing to earn such elevation all the while citing my homelands impotence and trumpeting this countrys faults
And others who are still loyal to there homelands toil on the never moving treadmills and will use my victory as false hope to push on
Despite it having nothing to do with my recent actions rather it is based entirely of past actions that have meant nothing due to there distance from this point?

I LOVE THIS COUNTRY!
THANK YOU GAIJIN FOR KILLING SO MUCH HOPE!
I ACCPET MY FREIND YOU BELIEVE I ACCEPT!

No no my friend. Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen there you have it! At Turning Point, it shall be a match for the ages! Myself Shawn Daivari, the Legends Champion, shall defend my title against the very deserving Kiyoshi! You don't wanna miss this!

Daivari and Kiyoshi shake hands once again as the crowd boos.

[MikeyMania]

I did not see that coming

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Oct 31, 2009 17:04:41 GMT -5 MikeyMania said:

I did not see that coming

I knew that bow fakeout would get somebody

[Perpetual Nirvana]

Tenay: And we are back as we just learned will defend his Legends title against Kiyoshi.
Taz: And they'll team later tonight.
Tenay: But first we have Kurt Angle in action against the partner of the man he faces at Turning Point.



Penzer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Pittsburgh, Pensylvania, weighing 240 pounds, he is professional wrestlings only Olympic Gold Medalist, Kurt Angle!



Penzer: And from Muscle Shoals, Alabama, weighing 220 pounds, Cody Deaner!

3 votes
10 minutes

[Marvelously Mediocre]

Kurt punches the hell out of Cody.

[MikeyMania]

Angle headbutts Deaner multiple times in the corner.

[Deleted]

Angle with a German suplex!

[Deleted]

Deaner hits a Muscle Shoals Mullet-butt!

[RKTaker]

angle with a german suplex

[Perpetual Nirvana]

Angle hits the Angle Slam and follows up with the Ankle Lock. Deaner taps.

Penzer: Here is your winner: Kurt Angle!

Jethro Holliday then appears and he and Angle get into it.

Taz: Oh man, we may get Turning Point right here!

Angle and Holliday get in eachothers faces when Cody Deaner jumps Angle from behind. Holliday and Deaner beat down Angle before leaving.

Tenay: Well Southern Justice dopuble teaming Kurt Angle but it'll be one-on-one at Turning Point.

* Morgan walks into the picture with Lauren. Once again, Morgan refuses to do anything until Lauren hands the mic over to him and leaves. She does. *

Another week, another Main Event involving The Blueprint. It seems like someone in management knows what they're doing. But the thing is, im a smart man. I graduated at the top of my class! And the fact that I'm headlining show after show means that sooner or later, I'm gonna be needing a title shot. You cant expect me to go out there and save every show, every week, without wanting a little something out of it. And lets be honest, I deserve it! Last week, I took AJ Styles on a ride that he's never been on, and one that I guarantee you, he doesn't want any part of ever again. AJ can talk all he wants about how its his time, how there's only so much room at the top of the mountain, so on and so forth. But when it comes to me vs. him? There's no comparison. Im a foot taller. Im a hundred pounds heavier. I am The Most Genetically–Jacked, Athletically–Stacked Giant Walking Today. I'm the best thing going, whereas AJ Styles just used to be.

As far as him wanting a title shot too? I'll be damned if he gets one before I do. That's something that I'm not gonna let that happen. As far as I'm concerned, I'm the Uncrowned Champ. You want the shot that I deserve? You're gonna have to go through me first. And I just don't think you can do that. But I'm a generous person, so I'll give you the chance to back out of your statement, and step aside as I claim the spot that I deserve. All you need to do, little man, is go back to that little hole that you recently crawled out of, and stay there. Because if you don't, you might run into the same fate that Beer Money ran into, and Im sure no one wants that.

It's Matt Morgan's time now, get used to it. Because it's gonna be this way for years, and years to come.[/b]

[Perpetual Nirvana]

Lauren: I'm back here with The Beautiful People, who are getting ready to wrestle Taylor Wilde and Hamada, and --

Velvet: Lauren!

Lauren: What?

Velvet: What is that dead animal on your head?! Is that... roadkill?!

Lauren: It's my hair...

Angelina: I think its roadkill.

Velvet: Totally roadkill!

Angelina: Disgusting.

* Lauren closes her eyes, frustrated *

Lauren: As I was saying... you're getting ready to wrestle Taylor Wilde and Hamada.

* TBP collectively roll their eyes *

Angelina: Okay first of all, before we start talking about those ambassadors of cellulite, I wanna know one thing Lauren... WHERE ARE OUR THRONES?! Our beautiful butts need to be accommodated!

Lauren: I don't know, you guys haven't been around for a while...

Angelina: Well go find them! You're ruining our interview anyway! Your presence here brings the beauty level down so many notches that its almost indescribable!

* Lauren hands Velvet the mic, throws her arms up in disgust, and storms away *

Velvet: Now, to business. Taylor Wilde and Hamada. Really? THEY are getting a title shot? Really?! REALLY?! Has the quality seriously dropped off that far in the short time we were away?

Angelina: Obviously, this company needs a DRASTIC makeover. And well, that just happens to be our specialty.

Velvet: Exactly. But Angelina, the pure amount of UGLY in this company might be too overwhelming for just the two of us.

Angelina: Which brings us to tonight's Tag Team match. You see, I'm not going to be wrestling. Nope.

Velvet: My partner, however, will still be beautiful.

* Madison Rayne enters the picture *

Angelina: Welcome Madison Rayne to The Beautiful People.

Madison: Tonight, I make my grand debut with The Beautiful People when Velvet and I crush those two queens of cottage cheese. Those two are a disgrace to women everywhere. I mean... YUCK!

Angelina: I guess someone didnt tell them that in life, beauty is everything.

Velvet: And those two don't fit the bill.. AT ALL! No one wants to see midgets and plus size moonsault artists! The reason all of these uggo's come to the arena every night is to get up close and personal... to us. I mean lets be honest. We are the ladies that all of the girls wanna be like... and that all the boys wanna be with.

Angelina: Velvet! Dont be so humble! There are plenty of girls around here that wanna be with us too!

*Angelina and Velvet high five one another while Madison nods in agreement *

Madison: Tonight... we show that those Tag Team Titles were made for one reason, and one reason only.

Velvet: And that's to fit around the itty bitty tight little waists of The Beautiful People.

* Camera pans down to Velvets waist, but she pulls it back up with a disgusted look on her face. *

Velvet: We're beautiful. We're spoiled. And we're perfect. We know it, and we love it!

Angelina: What we are, and who we are, is what you will never have, and NEVER be.

Velvet: We are cleansing the world one ugly person at a time.

Madison: And tonight, we get two for the price of one.

[Perpetual Nirvana]

Tenay: Well last week Kevin Nash got a hard fought win over Sharkboy.
Taz: Hard fought is right.
Tenay: Yeah, sure. Anyway he faces another challenge tonight.



Penzer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Detroit Michigan, weighing 329 pounds, "Big Sexy" Kevin Nash!

OK Mick. I gotta admit last week was quite a challenge. I mean Sharky, he almost beat me! But no matter. I'm ready for whatever you throw at me tonight. So bring 'em on out, Mickles!

*Mick Foley comes out*

Alright, I found someone a little harder for you. Let me introduce your opponent. Your old pal Scott Hall!



*Scott Hall, or rather Jesse Neal dressed as Razor Ramon, comes out.*

*bad Cuban accent* Hey, chico. Say hello to the bad guy! *normal voice* Mick, do I have to do this?

Yes! It's your own damn fault for coming to the party as Razor Ramon. Now get in that ring!

*Foley runs Jesse Neal down to the ring and tosses him in*

Tenay: So after Sharkboy last week, Kevin Nash takes on Jesse Neal.
Taz: Hey, it's Diesel v Razor Ramon. Get it right, Tenay!

3 votes
10 minutes

[Above Average]

Nash hits a lariat.

[comahan]

Nash with a heavy right hand!

[Deleted]

Jesse Neal hits a Fallaway Slam to the shock of the audience

[RKTaker]

nash with a lariat

[MikeyMania]

Nash with a big boot.

[Deleted]

Nash with a big boot for good measure!

[Marvelously Mediocre]

Nash with a running chokeslam