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Post by James E. Colvin on Jun 16, 2008 15:34:10 GMT -5
The W*I*G Vindication intro video with "Seven Nation Army" by The White Stripes plays.
Before we go out the ring, we go backstage where we see James E. Colvin sitting at a desk. A W*I*G banner is behind him on the wall.
James E. Colvin: Why hello there, wrestling fans, and welcome to the first episode of Pro Wrestling W*I*G, the new face of pro wrestling! Before we go ringside for the action, though, I do have one quick announcement about our first PPV. On July 27th, Live and In Color....Pro Wrestling W*I*G presents its PPV debut.....The Stuff of Legends. Only availible on Pay-Per-View! The events of the next few weeks will shape the card of that event. With that out of the way....lets start the show! Thank you!
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Post by Andy Duke on Jun 16, 2008 19:30:04 GMT -5
John Cena is backstage, ready to interview Andy Duke & Alexa King. Alexa is wearing glasses and wearing business suit with an extremely short skirt. Duke is in his wrestling gear.
Cena: Hey W*I*G fans, John Cena here. No, not that John Cena. Everybody loves me, right? Anyway, I'm here with Andy Duke and Alexa King. Now, some people may call you the first couple of W*I*G-
Alexa: Well if they did call us that, they'd be wrong. The only relationship going on between us two is a business relationship. He is my client. I am his manager. Nothing more. We both realized that this arrangement would be for the best.
Cena: Oh....so that means you're single?
Alexa: As far as I know we both are. But my client has been advised not to pursue anyone right now, as he needs to focus on his work here.
Cena: Um...I meant you.
Alexa: Oh...well, as a leader, I will lead by example. And I don't know if I like where this little chat is going. We have to get ready for our match. Come one Andy, lets go stretch.
Alexa walks away, while both men watch her leave, obviously staring at her...assets. Andy stays around for a moment.
Andy:(sighs)...women
Alexa:(from off-camera) Come on Andy!
Andy reluctantly leaves.
Cena: Well, you heard it here first!
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Post by The Maxx on Jun 17, 2008 16:31:37 GMT -5
* "Nobody Does It Better" by Carly Simon plays throughout the W*I*G-Sphere. The crowd looks expectantly to the entrance ramp. After approximately 40 seconds of the song, a very familiar face appears... It's former KPW & GWE Tag-Team Champion THE MAXX AWESOME! The crowd being familiar with the fact that MAXX is a titanic jerk boo his entrance. He does his best to ignore them as he struts onward, pointing to himself ocassionally & agreeing with Carly's proclamations that, indeed, nobody does do it better.* Howard Finkel: Ladies & Gentlemen, please welcome at this time... "The One Man Show"... THE MAXX AWE~SOME!!! *"The Fink's" announcement seems to get the crowd riled up even more. This gives MAXX pause before he enters the ring. He clambers on up the ring steps before he points out into the audience & jerks his head a little bit. He steps in between the ropes & takes the microphone from "The Fink" in one grand sweeping gesture.* MAXX: Salutations, ladies & gentlemen! *Boos.* MAXX: Now, I know you're all extremely excited to be here seeing your favourite wrestler ever, THE MAXX AWESOME ( Dramatic Pause)... live in person, but don't let that distract you from all the other great talents here in W*I*G like... uhh... Well, I can't think of anyone's name right now, but I'm sure they're all great. Oh, who the hell am I kidding? This place is full of nobodies & never-will-bes! THE MAXX AWESOME ( Dramatic Pause)... is the only person worth a damn in this organization! "The Megastar", "The Best Damn Sports Entertainer Period", "The One Man Show"! There's a reason I earned those nicknames & it's not because some marketing genius sat & just came up with something catchy to put on a T-shirt. It's because it's a fact. This promotion has barely started & it's already evident who's carrying the show here! I don't know why James Colvin doesn't just come out here & hand me the W*I*G title already! Don't worry though, kids, I can guarantee that you're hard earned buckaroos will not be going to waste. When you come to W*I*G, THE MAXX AWESOME ( Dramatic Pause)... will make damn sure that you get your moneies worth every time, not because I want to see you go away fulfilled, but simply because all I know how to do is be the best ever! Now, that's Awesome... Awesome to the Maxx! *"Nobody Does It Better" plays again as THE MAXX AWESOME ( Dramatic Pause)... makes his way back up the ramp to another chorus of boos. He blows kisses to the crowd before finally heading backstage.*
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Post by Sky Monix on Jun 17, 2008 19:48:47 GMT -5
Sky Monix struts down a corridor past the Camera, and then struts backwards back to the camera. He then proceeds to cut a promo.
Sky Monix: 'Sup, dude ladies and dudes, dis be Sky Monix. Slap mah fro! ah' am here in Pro Wrestlin' W*I*G cuz' I dink ah' can do great doodads here. Win matches. Win belts. A'cuz ah' have da damn moves on de floo',(He does the splits) and in de rin'(he pops up and fakes a punch). I's gots'ta be de brother apostle, and dat wuz de gospel.
He struts away.
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The Innocent
Opener
Rosie: First Ever WIG Women's Champion
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Post by The Innocent on Jun 17, 2008 21:40:05 GMT -5
We cut back to the WIG ring, as a familiar tune starts up, resulting in a rather mixed reaction, as we see the familiar faces of John Cena and Mickie James both heading out from the back, Mickie looking quite excited to get into the ring, while Cena simply looks quite focused, both of them stepping down to the ring, Cena pulling off his t-shirt and tossing it into the crowd, followed by his hat, as James skips down toward the ring alongside him.
Tom: Hello everyone and welcome to the premiere broadcast of WIG Vindication. I'm Tom Bailey and with me on commentary is the one and only, Jennie Lawless
Jeanie: Hey, did ya see that Tom? Cena just winked at me! He's totally swooning over me.
Tom: Somehow, I have to doubt that.
Howard Finkel: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, at a combined weight of 364 pounds, first, from Richmond Virginia, Mickie James! And her tag team partner, from West Newbury, Massachusetts, John Cena!!!
Cena and James quickly enter the ring, looking at each other and nodding, as they head to their corner of the ring, awaiting their opponents. They don't have to wait long as Evanescence's Bleed pumps out of the Colvintron, the lights in the WIG Sphere dimming, as the crowd looks curiously toward the entrance ramp, which suddenly becomes bathed in a bright golden yellow spotlight, as smoke emerges from the entrance, three familiar figures stepping through it, all stopping atop the ramp and dropping to their knees, whispering something, before rising back up, continuing to head toward the ring.
Finkel: And their opponents, accompanied to the ring by Earnest, from the Land of Purity, at a combined weight of 427 pounds, Joshua and Rosie... The Innocent!
Tom: Now, here's an odd bunch. Making their WIG debut tonight, well, two of them at least, we have The Innocent. A very bizarre group that... well, we know very little about. All we know about them is apparently, they all work for someone called The Keeper.
Jeanie: I gotta say, that Joshua is almost as cute as Cena there.
The Innocent keeps heading closer to the ring, as Joshua quickly slides in under the ropes, Rosie hopping onto the ring apron and vaulting over the ropes, as Earnest stays on the outside, simply watching on intently from the outside. Cena and James immediately notice that their opponents won't be easy to take down, as the lights return to normal. The bell sounds, as Finkel exits the ring, Cena and Joshua seeming to be starting us off as the bell sounds. They both step toward the center of the ring, as Joshua reaches out and... extends a handshake to Cena. The former WWE champion looks at him, rather skeptical, but decides to accept, as Joshua nods, simply backing off and bowing before his opponent, He starts quickly circling the ring, as Cena watches, doing so as well, as they quickly meet up in the center, locking up, Cena quickly taking Joshua into a headlock, Joshua however quickly backing up and sending him off the ropes. Cena comes charging for a clothesline, only for Joshua to quickly roll underneath. catching Cena as he comes back with a quick drop toe hold. He then floats over, locking on a quick headlock, Cena quickly getting to a vertical base, as he hoists him up, hitting a quick backdrop suplex! Cena then quickly drops down, looking for a quick cover. 1....2
Tom: A quick exchange by these two, but Cena seems to come out on atop on this exchange.
Jeanie: Doesn't look like it's enough though Tom.
Joshua however kicks out. Cena quickly grabs him as he rises up, looking for a scoop slam, only for Josh to slip out, dropping behind and quickly rolling Cena up with a quick pin. 1....2..
Tom: But Joshua shows that he's no slouch in the ring, quickly rolling Cena up.
Jeanie: Wow... I don't know which of them I want more.
Cena however escapes, backing off again, as he looks back at Joshua, who rises back up, smiling still, as he claps for Cena it seems. John however doesn't really appreciate this, as he charges back in, looking for a clothesline, only for Joshua to quickly drop to a back handspring, avoiding the move, as Cena turns around, confused, until he gets taken down by a headscissors! He goes rolling, as Joshua gets to his feet, delivering a few quick kicks to the neck area, then dropping a leg across. He drops down, looking for a quick cover. 1...2..
Tom: A quick flurry of offense by the young man called Joshua. I've gotta say, he's got some of the fastest kicks I've ever seen in my career as a commentator.
Jeanie: You got that right. If you blinked, you'd probably miss them.
Cena kicks out. Joshua backs off, then aims a kick at Cena's face as he sits up, cracking him right in the jaw! Cena grasps the area in pain, dropping flat on his back, as Joshua quickly grabs him and takes him to his corner of the ring, tagging in Rosie.
Tom: We have a quick tag. Now it looks like we'll see what the woman of the group can do in the ring.
Jeanie: Geez... who did her hair? I bet she doesn't have a boyfriend.
Tom: I'd have to agree with you there.
The woman quickly enters the ring, delivering a quick series of jabs to Cena, as he's held by Joshua in a full nelson. He then takes him down with a snapmare, as Rosie leaps atop, bombarding him with a series of fists, as Cena quickly pushes her off, rolling away. Rosie simply gives a huge sneer, inviting Cena to come back, but the champ apparently doesn't want to hurt the woman, instead tagging in Mickie James. The current Women's Champion quickly enters the ring, charging at Rosie, only to walk right into a back body drop, sending her to the outside. Rosie then backs up, grinning, as she charges, Mickie rising to her feet, only to get nailed with a baseball slide, followed by a nasty DDT on the outside! Mickie looks up in pain, grasping her neck, as Rosie smirks, quickly her up, delivering a quick series of clubs across the neck, before whipping her toward the steel steps, sending James crashing hard into them! Earnest meanwhile looks down on the outside at the fallen woman, simply shaking his head with pity. She ignores this, slowly pushing back to her feet, as Rosie grabs her once again, tossing her back inside the ring. She quickly follows inside, dropping a quick elbow, nailing James right in the neck, as she gasps in pain, Rosie pressing a forearm into her throat, as she goes for a pin. 1.....2...
Tom: A very impressive move there by Rosie... Mickie may be in deep trouble after that one!
Jeanie: I gotta agree, that was a cool looking move right there.
Mickie kicks out. Rosie looks on with annoyance, as she yanks James up, only to get a quick kick to the gut, doubling Rosie over, as she backs up, coming off the ropes and leaping for a cross body, taking her down, quickly going for a pin! 1....2..
Tom: Mickie however seems to try to take control once again, taking Rosie down! Will it be enough?
Rosie powers out, knocking off the much smaller James, as she quickly gets to her feet, charging James as she rises, taking her head off with a nasty lariat! Cena looks on in horror, as James is laid out on the mat, Rosie dropping down, making a quick pin. 1....2..
Jeanie: Of course not.
Tom: And... oh my word. Poor Mickie James is lucky she wasn't decapitated there!
Jeanie: This girl is nasty. If James doesn't do something quick, she's a goner.
James manages to get the shoulder up. Rosie looks a bit annoyed at this, as she quickly pulls James up by the neck, taking her into a Hangman's Neckbreaker, Mickie gasping in pain, as she clutches further at the neck, Rosie quickly slipping behind, propping her up into a surfboard, quickly applying a chinlock, as Mickie yelps in pain, Rosie pulling back hard on that chin, as she looks to try to snap her head clean off, Cena helpless on the ring apron, forced to watch. Rosie continues applying pressure, keeping James aloft with ease, as the crowd starts clapping like crowds do, trying to help her fight out of this hold. James starts rocking back and forth, trying to escape, Rosie quickly applying even more pressure, trying to stop her, but James keeps it up, eventually managing to elbow her way free, rolling onto her stomach, as Rosie growls, quickly getting to her feet, grabbing James as she rises for a Belly to Back Suplex, however James escapes, landing behind and hitting a quick dropkick, nailing Rosie in the back of the head! Rosie groans, rubbing the back of the area, as she gets back to her feet, just in time to get taken down by a running neckbreaker! She rolls off to the side, as James gets back up, charging once more, grabbing Rosie by the head, leaping up for the Mickie-DT, only for Rosie to throw her off, looking quite pissed now, as James lands hard on her back, grasping the area, as she rises back up, walking right into a vicious headbutt to the face! She stumbles back, groaning, as Rosie grabs and whips her hard toward the turnbuckle, Mickie however countering, springing over Rosie as she charges, the woman crashing into the turnbuckle chest first, as she grunts a bit, stumbling back, as Mickie quickly rolls her up with a school boy! 1....2....
Tom: Mickie escapes a nasty looking hold, and here she goes! Now it may be time for Mickie-DT...
Jeanie: Rosie says no though... and tosses her off with ease.
Tom: Rosie tries to regain control... but Mickie may have her here!
NO! Rosie escapes. Mickie quickly heads toward her corner of the ring, quickly tagging out to Cena! He enters the ring, looking back at Joshua, who nods, a content look on his face, as he reaches out, Rosie reluctantly tagging back out. The blond haired young man steps into the ring, as Cena follows, charging into the ring, Joshua however quickly springing off the ropes nearby, sliding under Cena, then popping up behind, nailing a vicious kick to the back of the head, Cena getting dropping immediately. He grasps the back of it, as he pushes back to his feet, only to get another kick to the area, stopping him dead, as Joshua drags him away from the ropes, making a quick pin. 1....2....
Tom: Mickie makes the tag and here comes Cena.
Jeanie: It's about time the boys got back in the ring!
Cena kicks out. Joshua simply nods, reaching down and helping John to his feet, only for Cena to take a swing, nailing him in the face. Joshua stumbles back, as Cena swings again, this one however being ducked. Joshua then leaps up, nailing a bicycle kick, nailing him right in the jaw, as he drops to the mat again. Cena groans, clutching that jaw in pain, as he fights back to his feet, charging at Joshua, who aims a kick, Cena however ducking under it, then coming off the ropes, hitting a jumping shoulderblock! Joshua gets taken off his feet! Cena rises up quickly, bouncing off the ropes again, then grabbing him and nailing the Throw Back, Joshua grasping his neck slightly, as he pushes back to his feet, only to be lifted up once again by Cena, who connects with a Spin Out Powerbomb! Joshua grasps back at that neck a bit more, as Cena does his signature taunt, waving that hand, then coming off the ropes, before stopping and dropping a Five Knuckle Shuffle, Joshua however... simply rolling out of the way. Cena acks, grasping that fist, as he pushes to his feet, Joshua aiming a roundhouse, which Cena manages to catch, hoisting Joshua onto his shoulder now, setting him up for the FU! Joshua however slips down behind, as Cena turns around, only to get nailed with The Soul Cleanser, sending him dropping lifelessly to the mat! The crowd gasps, as Joshua drops down, hooking the leg. 1.....2......
Tom: Cena looking for the FU here... but no! Joshua drops behind and... what in the world was that?
Jeanie: Owie... I do believe Cena just got knocked the f out.
Tom: It certainly looks that way.
Mickie James tries to run in, but Rosie cuts her off, nailing her with a vicious Big Boot!
3!!!
Joshua rises back to his feet, rubbing a bit over his neck area, as Rosie grins, looking down at the fallen Mickie, who has been laid out as well.
Finkel: Here are your winners... Joshua and Rosie, The Innocent!
Tom: And that's all she wrote. The Innocent pick up their first victory against a pair of tough competitors. Cena and James gave it all they could, but it just wasn't enough.
Jeanie: I wonder if Cena needs me to come over and kiss his boo boos better?
Tom: ...
Rosie suddenly drops down, clasping on a Triangle Choke upon Mickie James, who gasps in pain, wriggling desperately to escape, but Rosie refuses to let go, now raining down a few fists as well, as Joshua meanwhile kneels down before a limp Cena, saying what appears to be a prayer, before lifting his body up, cradling it in his lap, as he whispers an inaudible something in his ear, before laying him back on the mat. He looks back to Rosie, who looks back and stops, nodding, then rising as well, Mickie now laying just as lifelessly. They both look to Earnest on the outside, who nods as well, as Evanescence's Bleed starts up once again, the trio quickly exiting from ringside, as the referee drops down, checking Cena for vital signs.
Tom: I may not be able to predict the future, but I think I can safely say that the Innocent will indeed be a force here in WIG. Let's hope everyone else is smart enough to know this as well.
We quickly cut to commercial.
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BR Juri Sadamoto
Opener
Just your average, scarred Japanese-Irish American girl next door.
Broken Rose
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Post by BR Juri Sadamoto on Jun 17, 2008 22:24:55 GMT -5
*Fade into a dark room with a lone spotline on the back of a short haired black and white figure. Drum beats brings movement back into the world, showing someone with their back to the camera. The view goes up to the back of the figure's head, their hair now a striking blood red. They start to stretch as the music picks up.* Let's get down to business To defeat the Huns *They tighten up their gloves and tie back their hair into a small bun.* Did they send me daughters When I asked for sons? *They throw a few light punches in the air.* You're the saddest bunch I ever met But you can bet before we're through *Fade to behind at figure facing a punching bag.* Mister, I'll make a man out of you *Striking hard with their right foot, the bag is hit so hard it quakes. Fade to black.* Tranquil as a forest *Fade into a seeing a figure from behind in sweats, a sweatshirt, and beanie.* But on fire within Once you find your center You are sure to win *They run up a flight of steps.* You're a spineless, pale, pathetic lot And you haven't got a clue *Fade into the figure stopping in the middle of a trail, breathing hard as they bend over to catch their breath.* Somehow I'll make a man out of you *The figure suddenly bolts forward out of nowhere. Fade to black.* I'm ever gonna catch my breath *Fade into a series of chops by the figure to a trainer's chest.* Say good-bye to those who knew me *Fade into the figure doing sit ups while hanging off of a pole.* Boy, was I a fool in school for cutting gym *Fade into the figure, while running, drops to a knee nearly out of all energy.* This guy's got 'em scared to death Hope he doesn't see right through me Now I really wish that I knew how to swim (Be a man) *The figure jumps up to their feet and bolts yet again.* We must be swift as the coursing river (Be a man) *Fade into slow moving chops by the figure.* With all the force of a great typhoon (Be a man) *Fade into one armed push ups by the figure.* With all the strength of a raging fire *Fade into a 360 view of the figure sitting in the middle of a black and white ring, with the view cutting off before reaching the face of the figure.* Mysterious as the dark side of the moon Time is racing towards us *The figure walks away from a calendar that quickly fade but not before showing the letters: “WIG”.* Till the Huns arrive Heed my every order And you might survive *Fade into the figure looking out into a beautiful ocean view.* You're unsuited for the rage of war So pack up, go home, you're through *The figure places their hands onto their head, looking exhausted.* How could I make a man out of you? (Be a man) *They knip up and start running along the beach.* We must be swift as the coursing river (Be a man) *Fade into the figure sparing with a trainer.* With all the force of a great typhoon (Be a man) *Fade into the figure breaking a board with their left leg.* With all the strength of a raging fire *Fade into a 360 view of the figure staring up at the WIG arena, with the view cutting off before reaching the face of the figure.* Mysterious as the dark side of the moon (Be a man) *Fade into the figure doing constant sit ups to the point that they are barely touching the ground.* We must be swift as the coursing river (Be a man) *Fade into a fast rush of elbows, punches and kicks by the figure at a trainer with padded gloves.* With all the force of a great typhoon (Be a man) *Fade into the figure being splashed by an ocean wave as they stand on a rock looking out over the horizon.* With all the strength of a raging fire Mysterious as the dark side of the moon *Fade into a view of the figure in a jacket and jeans walking down a tunnel towards a gate with a curtain at the end of it. They lift up two fingers in a peace sign as they continue walking.* *Words appear: “BR Juri Sadamoto. Coming Next Week.”*
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Post by Hardcore Hensley on Jun 18, 2008 12:36:31 GMT -5
Backstage, John Cena is standing by with Hardcore Hensley.
Cena: Good afternoon, folks. I'm John Cena, and alongside me-
Hensley: Say what?
Cena: Huh?
Hensley: Who are you?
Cena: I'm John Cena.
Hensley: No you're not.
Cena: Yes, I'm John Cena, just not that John Cena.
Hensley: I beg your pardon.
Cena: I'm John Cena, but not the one you're thinking of.
Hensley: You're John Cena?
Cena: Yeah.
Hensley: The John Cena?
Cena: No, that's just my name.
Hensley: Oh, so you just have the same name as him?
Cena: That's right.
Hensley: I see.
Cena: Indeed, now then-
Hensley: Whatever, if you'll excuse me, I've gotta presence to be felt.
Cena: Well, never mind then. Hensley, Umaga, they're next!
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Post by Hardcore Hensley on Jun 18, 2008 12:37:09 GMT -5
Howard Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. In one corner already, hailing from the Isle of Samoa, and weighing in at three hundred and fifty pounds...UMAGA!!! Short shot of Umaga smacking his chest, and shouting incoherently.Tom Bailey: I know I can't be the only that's scared to death of this man, if I can call him that. Jeannie Lawless: Oh, trust me, you can include me, plus every other female human being. 50 Cent's "I'll Whip Ya Head Boy" blasts throughout the W*I*G Sphere.Fink: And his opponent, out of Richmond, Virginia, he weighed in this morning at approximately two hundred and fifty-two pounds...HARDCORE HENSLEY!!! The Hardcore One comes out onto the stage bouncing up and down. He roars at the top of his lungs while beating upon his own chest in an attempt to rile the crowd. He heads down the ramp, slapping hands with whoever has their hand out before sliding inside of the ring. He eyes Umaga for a moment then hops up to the top rope for a small taunt. Eventually, he retires to his respective corner. After the referee checks each competitor, he calls for the bell.Bailey: Here we go! Lawless: Show time! They meet in the center of the ring. A stare down commences with Umaga releasing more of his unusual chants. Hensley challenges him to a test of strength, but Umaga grabs a hold of his shoulder, and immediately tries for his Samoan Spike. Hensley ducks it though, and catches him with a back slide.
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No way.Bailey: Hensley almost had this one wrapped up quick there! Lawless: Would've worked for me, the sooner Umaga's out of my field of vision, the better. Umaga only makes it back up to his knees as Hensley feeds him a front drop kick. Hensley snaps back up to his feet quickly, not looking to lose a step. He bounds off the ropes, rolls towards his opposition then sticks him with a senton. He springs back up again, but Umaga rolls outside. Clutching his stomach, as the ref begins a ten count, he holds up a finger. Hensley shakes it off though, and sprints at him. He flips over the top rope, and both men wipe out on the floor. The fans cry out with approval, chanting "W*I*G, W*I*G, W*I*G!". They each are on their feet at precisely the same time. A few rights are exchanged as the ref orders them back in. The punches go nowhere then suddenly, Hensley opens up with his stiff kicks. Umaga braces with his arm, but after just a couple, he moves it out of dodge. Setting his sights on Umaga's ribcage now, Hensley throws more kicks his way. In only a matter of seconds, Umaga's using the apron for leverage. Quite finished, Hensley takes him back in with him. He goes off the ropes again, but off the rebound, Umaga absolutely kills him with his Wild Samoan Drop out of nowhere. Neither man budges on the mat as they lie motionless momentarily. Slowly, Umaga crawls over to Hensley, and drapes his arm across him.
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Not a chance.Bailey: My oh my, are you listening to these rabid fans! Lawless: Those would be our rabid fans, Tommy, or more accurately, mine. Hensley's whole arm shoots up. He rises up first, and springboards off the middle rope, trying for a backwards elbow. However, he gets caught in midair, and instantly tossed into the corner. Hensley sells briefly then slouches down, dazed. The Samoan Bulldozer garners a break as he measures up for his next move. Another one of his awkward calls is followed by him racing towards Hensley. He goes for his Samoan Wrecking Ball, but Hensley escapes just in the knick of time. Umaga staggers out in noticeable pain. Hensley leaps up to the middle rope, and flies off at Umaga. He spikes him with a tornado DDT that's impact receives "oohs" from the fans. Setup perfectly now, Hensley runs up to the top rope one last time. Without even checking himself, he performs an odd, reverse corkscrew that sees him end up splashing Umaga. Finally, he hooks the leg.
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"I'll Whip Ya Head Boy" starts up again.Fink: Your winner...HARDCORE HENSLEY!!! Bailey: Winner, winner, chicken dinner, Hensley's done it! Lawless: Sub par performance as far as I'm concerned. Those were some adorable trunks though, I'll admit. The ref raises Hensley's arm in victory, and his celebration ensues. He jumps the guardrail, allowing the fans to join in as his theme music fades us out to a commercial.
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Post by C. M. Synthy on Jun 18, 2008 14:07:34 GMT -5
*The screen comes to focus in a darkened room. It’d be pitch black if not for several streaks of brilliantly colored neon lights flitting about. A techno mix of Beethoven’s Fur Elise thumps in the background.
A woman’s laughter, deep, velvety, and as maniacal as The Joker’s penetrates passed the music. The camera pans around, looking for it’s source.
“Awww SIS! Why ya always gotta be so strange?” Comes a voice completely different then the laughter. It’s rapid, high, and girly.
“Shut up, Lexi. I’m trying to set a mood.” Replies the woman easily.
Lexi: Hah! A mood, sis? With who? That cute Mazz Areba fellow? Actually, I didn’t even know you still liked guys. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Cuz ya know Synny, there was this one time at a party where this one chick-
*Her rapid-paced voice is suddenly muffled. A very large male’s hand has suddenly put itself in front of her mouth. Beneath it, one can still hear her chattering around. The camera pans far back. The viewers can now see three figures. A rough-looking woman clad in ripped leather with fuchsia hair immediately identifying her as one Synthy Eris, the rainbow-throw up clothing of one Lexi Dyionisi, and their behemoth brother Tristan Hades.*
Synthy: Thank you, Tristan. I swear she’s part chipmunk. *Synthy’s amethyst eyes flash immediately to the screen and she clears her throat.* People, viewers, fans and freaks… Aloha. Stop what you are thinking. Stop it this instant. No matter what rumors you may have heard, I was not murdered, I did not run away and elope with Chris Hero, and I most certainly did NOT get locked in someone’s basement for the past several months. Just accept the fact I’m here okay? And realize-
*Lexi has escaped from beneath her big brother’s grasp, and has bounced up in front of Synthy, her hair obscuring the annoyed expression of Synthy.*
Lexi: Actually, it isn’t just her, man! I’m here, and bubby’s here, and Juri-sis is gonna be here, and -Tristan smacks her upside the head.- Woops! Guess I just got caught on autopilot or something. Anyway, I wanna say something’ too! Synthy here wants some male -on- her action *Lexi seems to have failed to realize just how awkwardly stated that was as Synthy turns a strange shade of crimson* an’ Tristan’n’me want some viable competitors ourselves! *She looks proud for having used a word such as viable correctly,* An we aren’t creepy like the Burchills on ’E, … actually..E sounds kinda good right-
*This time Synthy squirms in front of her and slams her own hands over Lexi’s mouth. Tristan‘s standing in the background, looking scary as usual.*
Synthy: In other words, WIG is already going to hell in a hand basket. Mein gott in himmel….*She shakes her head, sending wild hair every direction around her face- To those who aren’t sleeping in the back, or checking out their reflections… Guess what? I’ll take any of you on. I’ve been awfully bored these past few months, and I’m looking forward to some action. Bring it, if you wanna risk some blood loss…
Lexi: So, dudes, dudettes and anything in between…we’re here! We’re Qu- *Synthy smacks her* I mean, we’re all ready for some action! If ya wanna dance, I’m ready! *She strikes a pose, causing both Synthy and Tristan to sigh and roll their eyes.* Any words Tristan?
Tristan:… *Grunt*
Lexi: Yikes, man. Totally yikes.
*Synthy crosses her arms and bares her fangs, pulling her shades low over her eyes. Tristan hasn’t changed position. Lexi turns back to the camera and smiles, doing a piroutte and flashing a peace sign as the camera FADES OUT.*
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Post by Jonathan Doe on Jun 18, 2008 14:38:25 GMT -5
Jonathan Doe is looking into a mirror. He is wearing a suit, and is adjusting his tie. In his right hand, he is carrying a book. John Cena runs past him, turns around and comes back, ready for an interview.
Cena: Jonathan Doe, just the man I was looking for.
Doe: Man, you are really making yourself busy tonight.
Cena: They don't pay me nearly enough. But that's another story. So, Mr. Doe, care to give us any hint as to just who the mystery man or woman you are bringing is?
Doe: I won't outright say any thing damning, but this person should be a familiar....face. And after tonight, they will join me, as we bring light to not only this company, but all the people of the world. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to make sure they're ready.
Doe walks away
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Post by Jason Hereford on Jun 20, 2008 2:00:45 GMT -5
*The screen, totally black. A rough, mid-pitch voice fades into the speakers.*
"Some time ago, there were three. They were almighty, unbeatable, the usual crap of the up-and-comers. Hah, no one could touch them. Some held fast and waited. They couldn't last forever."
*A bearded mouth, the scraggly hair colored a greasy black, is now visible as the aura around his body and head become alight.*
"Money's a curious subject. Some days, you get lucky and damn, you're made for life. Others? The latter happened to us. Legal problems. I tried to get lucky and took a gamble. Did it work?"
*He clears his throat a little.*
"HA! If it did, then what a life it would be! We'd still be three. But no. Not so. I was left for what I did, almost thrown in prison and left there to rot. Luckily, money itself saved me from that fate...a so-called 'settlement' that left my own assets frozen and my revenue dead."
*An increasing part of his body and face are becoming visible in the golden light.*
"Like I said, such a strange subject. In any event, I was kicked out. Laughed at, and never allowed to look over my previous venues again. So much for three, so much for three. I still talk to them, but they've moved on. They're so happy and rich."
*His face becomes clearer, bathed in the gold yet a sombre color; sunglasses cover his eyes and brow.*
"But me?"
*He looks up, shaking his head, an ominously familiar face coming into view.*
"I am but a remnant of Platinum, and wrestling is all I have left."
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Post by Jonathan Doe on Jun 20, 2008 16:33:58 GMT -5
HOOOOOOOOOOO!
"Hacksaw" Jim Duggan makes his way out to the ring high-fiving the crowd and HO'ing all the way.
Fink: Making his way to the ring, from Glen Falls, New York, weighing 280 pounds, "Hacksaw" Jim Duggan!
The Max Payne 2 theme plays over the W*I*G sound system, and Jonathan Doe walks out, dressed in a suit and carrying a leather-bound book and a microphone.
Doe: Ever since I made it known that my first member of my cause would be debuting here tonight, fighting in my place, I have been literally bombarded with questions as to the identity of this mystery man. Well, tonight, all the speculations are laid to rest. But before we start the match, I want to tell his story. So, house manager, if you could dim the lights, I would gladly appreciate that.
The whole arena is blackened, except for an overhead spotlight on Doe.
Doe:Your opponent tonight is a man who has had to face rejection and ridicule all his life. Everywhere he goes he faces it. Every road in life he turns down ends up being a dead end. I formed a brief partnership with him, and later a friendship, before we were forced to part ways. I later found him again, but madness had started to take over his mind. I have helped him. Refined him. Brought light into his life. I have...saved him. Your opponent tonight, Mr. Duggan, is.......
The arena lights come up, revealing.......
Doe: EXNER!
Exner! Exner is in the ring! He grabs Duggan's shoulder, turns him around, and strikes him in the face with a forearm. Duggan goes down in a heap, with what looks like a broken nose. Doe walks down to the ring, and is clapping.
Tom: This is a heinous attack! A sneak attack! And Jonathan Doe is loving this!
Jeanie: That Jonathan Doe is a sick man! He can go to Hell!
Tom:What? I thought you would like these two. You seem to like every other man on the roster.
Jeanie: Doe is too much of a freak. Exner on the other hand....
Tom:Whoa? Exner? That masked freak!
Jeanie: He's got a certain...mystery about him.
Exner picks Duggan up, and the behest of Doe, and tosses him into the corner. Exner goes to the opposite corner.
Tom: I think he's going for it.
Doe is screaming at Exner to "hit it!" Exner runs to the corner and hits his famous Double Knee Strike/Reverse Lung-Blower combination; The Fearful Symmetry. He goes for the cover.
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Tom: Finally, for mercy's sake, this "match" is over.
Fink: Here is your winner...EXNER!
Exner doesn't look like he's done with Duggan, but Doe intervenes, and holds out his book. Exner gets on one knee, and puts his hands, and then his head,too, on the book. Doe commands Exner to stand up, and the two walk peacefully to the back.
Tom: I don't know how Jonathan "saved" Exner, but I am not liking it. Gives me the creeps.
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Post by grbjazzman on Jun 22, 2008 15:21:32 GMT -5
We Come back from commercial with DH Smith standing in the ring ready to go to battle with Ryan ?Big Time? Bergman
Fink: Ladies and Gentleman, In the ring, weighing 224 lbs. ?The Canadian Bulldog? DH Smith!
Smith gestures toward the crowd as the lights come down as Skid Row?s ?18 and Life? comes over the PA as Ryan Bergman makes his way to the ring
Fink: And his opponent, from Las Vegas, weighing 270 pounds, Ryan ?Big Time? Bergman
Tom: Well, this newcomer to W*I*G should be having an easy time of it tonight, but if he is careless DH Smith could pull a big upset.
Jeanie: But Bergman is so big and so... tough!
The two men center each other and lock up in a collar and elbow tie-up. Bergman is able to show his strength and shoves DH back into his corner. Smith though remains undaunted and comes right back up to Bergman, who pie faces him down to the ground, earning the boos of this crowd.
Tom: Well, it appears Bergman is on his way, but he needs to be careful!!
Bailey?s warning appears to be prophetic as Smith jumps up and punches Bergman right in the face and backs him into the ropes. Big Irish whip by Smith and a huge dropkick to take down Bergman. He jumps on top for a pin attempt 1...2...
Tom: And Bergman gets the shoulder up!! But Smith is still in control!
Jeanie: Wow Tom, it happened just like you said, are you psychic???
As Tom considers killing Jeanie DH Smith is working over Ryan Bergman with a headlock. But Bergman is able to find his base and whips DH off the ropes. Smith leapfrogs over Bergman and hits the ropes looking to hit something. What he hits is the bottom of Bergman?s boot as Ryan hits a huge Bicycle kick to the face!
Tom: Wow what a kick!!!!!!!!
With Smith near unconscious Bergman drops down for the pin, 1..2..
Tom: What a terrible move, he picked him up, this is despicable!!!
Jeanie: Yeah, but I love a man who can manhandle people...
With the boos becoming deafening Bergman lifts him and sets him up. He hits the ropes and drills DH Smith with the running reverse STO!! He drops down and turns him over and just starts elbowing his head with vigor. The ref then stops the match and pulls Bergman off to a chorus of boos.
Fink: Your Winner, Ryan ?Big Time? Bergman
Tom: Well, that was totally inhuman, Ryan Bergman may have very well become one of the most hated men in W*I*G!
The camera cuts back into the ring as Bergman has lifted up DH Smith again, he puts him up into a torture rack.
Tom: God Damn it all, enough is enough! We need some help out here!!!!!!
But the help doesn?t come as Bergman delivers the Fall From Grace to DH Smith to a showering of boos. He looks down at the broken body of DH Smith as he laughs about it and walks off as the cameras close up on DH Smith?s unconscious body as he head to commercial
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Post by C. M. Synthy on Jun 23, 2008 20:05:20 GMT -5
Fink: Ladies and gentleman our next match up is One Fall match-up..featuring first, standing at 5’4 and weighing 122 pounds….Meeeell-LINA!
The WWE’s ‘Paparazzi’ screeches its way through the speakers. Melina struts out, the people Paparazzi following her purple-and-gold leopard-print clad body. Sev eral snapshots and a pair of splits later, she’s in the ring, posing for a close-up. Several catcalls and boos echo out into the arena.
Fink: And her opponent, standing in at 5’7 inches and weighing in at 145 pounds… And she’s a killer… And she’s a keeper…
Fink: SYNTHY! ERIS!
With her purple-nailed hands on her hips, Synthy sashays outward to the creepy bass line. A broad grin plays on her ivory-skinned faced as she jauntily watches Melina. She looks to either side of her, facing bothsides of the crowd before she stalks toward the ring, sunglasses on her face.
Jennie Lawless: That woman scares me.
Tom Bailey: I’ve heard she scares a lot of people, but the amount of talent this woman has overshadows that.
Lawless:I wouldn’t know. I do know she’s got a really, REALLY hot brother though…
Synthy flings her sunglasses to a far corner as the bell sounds. Melina cames at her with a high knee, but Synthy quickly hooks beneath her knee and flips her down. Melina knees her in the chest, and Synthy kicks her hamstring.
Lawless: Both chicks going after eachother’s knees.
Bailey: That’s one way of putting it.
Melina lunges for Synthy’s midsection, but Eris bends backward, and Melina gets Synthy’s legs around her neck. Synthy rolls, and Melina gets a headscissors straight into the ground. Synthy stands, runs to the ropes, and goes for a Lionsault- and eats the bare space Melina had previously occupied. Melina screeches and stomps Synthy’s spine, following up with a camel clutch.
Bailey: Good effort put on by both women, but Melina seems to have come up on the better side with a camel clutch locked on!
Lawless: Maybe her brother will come help her! What I wouldn’t give to be camel-clutching HIM..
Bailey: Would you stop? Synthy’s got the bottom rope and lands a hard headbutt to Melina’s abdominals!
Melina’s backing away from Eris, who’s licking her lips in a predatorous way. But with quick thinking, Melina dodges a clothesline from Synthy and hits a spinkick! Taking up the opportunity, she lands a solid spinning neckbreaker. Melina dives for a cover!
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2…Kick out![/b]
Synthy slams her forearm into the side of Melina’s head, and quickly yanks her into cradle pin!
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2….Melina kicks out. [/b]
Both women stand and face eachother. Melina charges after Synthy, but Eris dodges; Melina bounces off of the ropes, but Synthy’s now in a splits position and kicks her legs into Melina’s chest!
Lawless *clutching her chest off-screen*: Oh jeez. That hurt MY puppies.
Bailey:It may not have been the most technical of maneuvers, but it set up a nice chance for offense for Synthy!
Synthy yanks Melina up by the hair and slams her down with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. She follows this by straddling her and pounding her head into the mat. For every “AGHH!” of Melina’s, Synthy responds with a cackle. Melina shoves her, Synthy slides backward with surprise and they both leap to their feet, Melina looking a little more than disheveled.
Lawless: Well, that’s not very pretty.
Bailey: The two women are staring each other down, but judging from that gleam in Synthy’s eyes, she’s just getting started!
Melina gets the first shot, rocketing off the ropes and bringing Synth down with a well-timed snap DDT.
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Synth snaps out of it and locks on a Juji gatame armbar! Her hold tightens as Melina squirms.
Lawless: Melina squirming on her back! Come on Melina!
Bailey: Not that it’s supposed to matter for me, but why? Synthy’s doing a great job!
Lawless:The more trouble Synthy’s in, the higher the chance her brother’ll come out here! GET A CHAIR, MELINA!
Bailey:You’ve never watched Miss Eris in action, have you? She’d probably LIKE getting hit with a chair…
Melina, during the announcers’ commentary, had escaped from Syn’s harsh armbar by snagging an ankle around the bottom rope. She’d then poked Synthy in the eyes. Now she had Synthy across the ropes, with her knees digging into her back. She leapt up, and slammed her knees into Eris’ head. Once, twice. The ref calls her off, and with a last knee hit, jumps off. She yanks up Synthy’s legs and drops her promptly, twice. Melina kicks Synthy in the ribs and procedes with a hair pull curb-stomp.
Bailey: What cheap moves from Melina!
Lawless: Come on Eris’ brother, save her! I wanna see your gorgeous body…
Bailey: Focus, girl, focus! Synthy’s rolled out of the ring!
Synthy waves to Melina, and yanks her feet out from under her. The fuchsia-haired woman climbs onto a top rope, and sucks in a breath. Melina gets to her feet- and gets carried to the center by a Synthy-controlled Frankensteiner.
Bailey:Nice move from Synthy. She doesn’t seem to have any ring rust to her after a few months out of the public’s eye.
Lawless: Wow, they both bounced really cool![/b]
Synthy stands and rolls her shoulders. A sudden laugh escalating from her throat tells of only one thing. Synthy harshly pulls Melina up, and keeps pulling her up onto her shoulders…. BAM! Melina’s a goner after Eris’ Synful Intentions are revealed.
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Fink: And the winner is Synthy! Eris!
Lawless:Oooo, her brother’s match is coming up soon!
Bailey:I can’t wait to see more from this woman! If this is how she is after her first match, just wait until she really gets on a roll.
Synthy, however, is not finished. She’s gestured for a mike to be brought to her as Melina carts herself to the back.
“I’d love to stay and give some awesome return speech, but right now, I’m leaving you all hanging. There’s only one reason I’ve got a microphone in my hand, and that’s to say something to a certain ‘Murderous Princess’…Oy, Juri. I know you’re watching, chikadee. And We’ve got some celebrating to do, seeing as it’s your birthday. Who knows, I may even let’cha drink…”
With a wink to the camera as she places her sunglasses onto her face and walks away without another word.
COMMERCIAL.
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Post by Jason Hereford on Jun 23, 2008 21:55:18 GMT -5
*After this commercial, we return to the W*I*G-Sphere, the crowd sitting poised for some more scheduled action.* Bailey: And welcome back. That was quite the opener for Synthy Eris here in W*I*G! If she keeps that up, she'll have a bright future here! Lawless: Yeah, but not as bright as that porcelain skin of hers. Bailey: Hmmph. Well we'll see. Lawless: Or not, because we'll all be blinded by her. Bailey: Oh, come on now! Like you could even wrestle at her level, it's not as if you've ever-- *Instantly, the opening bars of Hard-Fi's “Living for the Weekend” start up over the loudspeakers, the crowd shifting their attention to the stage.* Bailey: What the... *As soon as the guitar hits, out steps a man clad in hideously worn out silver pants, holes and tears visible in some areas, and huge black smudges over multiple areas on the outside of the right pant leg. His boots are hastily laced, and he sports a black trenchcoat that seems to have seen better days. What looks to have once been something has been smudged out, much like his pants. His long black hair is filthy, his big pink sunglasses cracked all over, and was a Van Dyke at one point is scraggly and surrounded by an off-and-on, stubbly beard.* Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen, making his way to the ring...Jason...HEREFORD! Bailey: ...who? I don't mean to sound like you, but who's that...that thing?! Lawless: I remember him...I think! *With the audience looking on in confusion, the man walks down to the ring, occasionally stumbling and coughing here and there. Eventually, he finally reaches his destination and strikes a really half-hearted pose before sliding into the ring. Hands on his hips, he motions for a microphone. His music fades out and he clears his throat in a lengthy process. The crowd remains totally confused at this spectacle.* Hereford: Ahem...LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! COMMONERS OF THE WORLD... *Instantly, boos fill the arena at the obvious gall that this man has to dare to make such a statement.* Hereford: --is what I'd be saying if I wasn't so much poorer than everyone else in this fucking arena. Permit this disheveled fool to introduce himself. My name is Jason Hereford, if Howard Finkel stein—who I'm quite certain washed his hair in turpentine, which would definitely explain why it all just suddenly fell out one day—hadn't made that obvious enough. Bailey: How-Howard Finkelstein?Lawless: Turpentine? Is this guy for real? Hereford: Or, if you paid attention to that little peanut operation known as EWT... JASON JUPITER.*At the mention of his name, a large number of fans—many of whom are already familiar with this name—begin booing.* Hereford: Ha, old habits, such as blind hatred of a fallen god, die hard. So get this, right at the end I was this filthy rich big timer who got more women and dollars than there are grains of rice in a Chinese supermarket. HA! Get it? So fast forward, I'm flat broke. I uh...played a joke on someone, getting them to invest in something that didn't exist. REMEMBER! IT WAS A JOKE! And they got all pissed so I had to give them their money back...and a lot more. But remember, all this over a joke! It was totally legal, I swear. But some people can't tolerate a little fun. Bailey: Translation—“I pulled a Ponzi scheme that flopped and I almost got sued for it.” Hereford: So I go back to the family estate...and hallelujah! All my assets are frozen until I could amass a cool one hundred thousand dollars back! And no, I didn't stick my butt in the fridge. *The audience seems a little disenchanted by his speech, as do both of the commentators.* Hereford: I needed more cash. So what did I do? I went to my two richest friends of course! They had abruptly left EWT when I was kicked out for my...joke. And I still talked to 'em everyday, so it was a full-proof plan. I go and talk to my best friend Jim to borrow money, but HE says that I have to talk to my other major friend Kate before I can borrow any money from ANY of my friends. So I go to her. *Some people have fallen asleep at this point, but are quickly jostled by his next loud proclamation.* Hereford: And GET THIS!!! I go and I'm all like, “Hey babe, can I borrow some cash?” And she's all like “No, you've got to go fix this problem of yours yourself, it's the only way you'll learn.” Yeah, so the chick who's got bras that each cost a couple thousand can't lend me one red cent since I “have to learn my lesson.” Thanks... MOM!*He shakes his head at his statement, as the audience members shake their heads at him and his rambling.* Bailey & Lawless: Uhhhhh... Hereford: And GET THIS...I sold the rights to my moniker to my cousin Jack, in return for a KICKIN' Daewoo! Man, that thing has got it all. Heater. A/C. And...get this...power fucking windows. That's luxury right there, for sure. So there's my story. *Fans are cheering, simply for the fact that this interruption seems to be over and they can get back to what they've been waiting for since the last match.* Hereford: Oh and-- *Groaning is audible* Hereford: --the only thing I have left, as I already explained before, is to compete in this very ring. And when I win a title, and get that huge financial purse that accompanies it and get to the top...mark my words...this company will be ruled by a fist...of PLATINUM!* *“Living for the Weekend” starts back up as Jason Hereford drops his microphone and leaves the ring in a sloppy manner, before strutting off to the back in his finery, fans booing, and some cheering that this has finally ended.* Bailey: Is...is it over? Can we finally get back to what is supposed to be going on? *The camera fades to our next segment...*
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