TNT
Opener
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Post by TNT on Oct 24, 2008 22:02:47 GMT -5
Howard Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. *Rob Van Dam’s music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=5bO5BAujCbkFinkel: Introducing first, at 6 feet, weighing 237 pounds, from Battle Creek, Michigan—ROB VAN DAM. *Some pyro goes off. RVD comes out to a nice pop. He is wearing a purple singlet with a yin-yang design on it, black tape on his hands, and black boots. He does his signature thumb pointing taunt and walks down to the ring. He enters it, jumps onto the second turnbuckle of a corner facing the Colvintron, does his thumb pointing taunt, and jumps down.* Tom Bailey: Hello, ladies and gentlemen. We are scheduled for the debut match of one of W*I*G’s most interesting rookies, Toby Nicholas Tucker, AKA TNT, as he takes on Rob Van Dam. Jeannie Lawless: This is going to be great. Tom: Yes, it should be a good match. Jeannie: No, I meant that TNT is one sexy little nugget, and Rob Van Dam has a nice ass. Tom: I should have known. Also, I hope you like swamp butt. Jeannie: Well, I could dry RVD’s butt for him. Tom: Oh God! Jeannie: Hey! You brought it up. *TNT’s music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=WCX8gDW4YS0Finkel: And, his opponent, coming down the aisle, at 6 feet 5 inches, weighing 252 pounds, from Superior, Arizona—TOBY NICHOLAS TUCKER, TNT. *TNT comes out to some boos that get louder as he emerges from the curtains. TNT is in a wheelchair being pushed by Talia Bell. Nicole Michaels and Tracy Jones are also there, each holding a crutch. TNT is wearing a black Western-style button and collar shirt, black jeans, and gray cowboy boots. He also has a bandage about his head, a sling on his right arm, and a knee support brace on his left knee. The girls are wearing matching pink shirts, tight black Capri pants, and pink shoes. Talia pushes TNT to the ring, with Nicole and Tracy following them. Once they get to the ring. Talia helps TNT stand up. Nicole and Tracy hand the crutches to Talia, and then each grab a hold of his arms and help him up the apron. Talia follows and holds the ropes open for them. Nicole enters the ring first and helps TNT in. Tracy and Talia follow. Then, Talia hands the crutches to TNT, who places them under his arms. RVD looks upset with this and obviously doesn’t believe TNT is injured.* Jeannie: Oh no! TNT is injured. Tom: What the hell is going on? I know TNT was attacked by James “Magnum” Constance, but it didn’t appear horrible enough to warrant all these injuries. Jeannie: You know, I should hate Magnum right now; but he’s so sexy! I’m torn. Tom: It must be like “Sophie’s Choice.” Jeannie: It is. It is. *Talia takes the microphone from Finkel and hands it to TNT.* TNT: Hello there everybody. It is I, the man with plan, the mod with the bod, the stud who’s no dud, and the hero who’s no zero, Toby Nicholas Tucker. But, you all can call me TNT. Normally, I would say all that with some pomp and circumstance. Howeva, I’m not feelin’ too good lately. As y’all may or may not know, I was viciously attacked from behind by that coward James “Magnum” Constance. *The crowd pops.* Tom: I guess they liked that. Jeannie: This is a harsh crowd. TNT: Anyway, the attack was so vicious and heinous that I have dislocated my shoulder, received an ACL tear, and have a conscious with some minor skull fractures. So, I regret to inform y’all that I am not medically clear to wrestle tonight, and my match with you RVD is cancelled. *The audience boos.* TNT: I know how y’all feel, bein’ deprived of the excellence that is TNT; but it just ain’t gonna happen. *Suddenly, RVD grabs the microphone.* RVD: Cut the bullcrap! We all know you’re not injured, man! TNT: *grabs the mic back* What!? WHAT!!!!? Are you callin’ me a liar!? How dare you!? HOW DARE YOU!!!!? I am legitimately hurt! I would neva lie about an injury!? I am a bastion of honesty! I am a gulag of truth! I am… *Suddenly, TNT kicks RVD in the crotch. He immediately pounces on RVD, punching and kicking him. The crowd boos loudly.* Tom: Holy Hannah Montana! TNT was lying this whole time! Jeannie: Man, what a dastardly trick to pull!? He’s such a sexy evil genius!? Tom: JEANNIE!!!! Jeannie: Oh, don’t act surprise! *TNT takes off the sling and brace and then continues beating on RVD. The crowd keeps on booing. The referee tries to pull TNT off of RVD, but Nicole and Talia grab the ref and hold him back. Tracy exits the ring, grabs the timekeeper, and tells him to ring the bell. He does, and Tracy reenters the ring.* Tom: Tracy just forced the timekeeper to ring the bell, but does that mean this match is going on? Jeannie: I’m going to say yeah. *TNT continues beating on RVD. The boos of the crowd get louder. Suddenly, RVD kicks TNT and starts mounting a comeback. The crowd starts cheering. However, Tracy grabs one of the crutches and whacks RVD over the head with it. He falls to the mat, and the boos start up again.* Tom: What The Molasses!? Tracy Jones just hit Rob Van Dam over the head with one of TNT’s crutches as he was mounting a comeback! That has to be a disqualification! Jeannie: I’m afraid TNT has taken over the match, and that is as legal as a headlock. *TNT unwraps the bandage on head as he moves behind RVD. RVD gets up on his knees, and TNT wraps the bandage around RVD’s neck, choking him. The boos get louder and louder.* Tom: Somebody stop this! TNT is now choking RVD with that bandage from his head! Jeannie: It ain’t a headlock, but it’s a lot more effective than one. *TNT continues choking RVD with the bandage. After several minutes, RVD’s face starts turning purple; and his body starts going limp. Then, TNT just throws RVD to the mat. He picks up RVD, puts RVD back first onto his shoulders, throws him off with a reverse thrown F-5, and drop RVD onto the mat with a forward Russian legsweep.* Tom: TNT explodes onto RVD with Dynamite! Jeannie: Hey! That was pretty good! Tom: Thank you. *TNT rolls RVD onto his back and then covers him. Nicole and Talia throw the referee onto the mat and force him to make the three count. He reluctantly does.* Ref: 1…2…3. *The bell rings, and TNT’s music plays.* Finkel: Here is your winner—TNT. Tom: I don’t believe this! TNT has won this so-called “match.” Jeannie: It may be a cheap and dirty, but it’s a victory nonetheless. *TNT gets up, and all four of them celebrate TNT’s victory. The crowd boos mercilessly. Suddenly, the boos turn to cheers as James “Magnum” Constance comes running from the crowd, jumps over the guardrail, enters the ring, and attacks TNT from. Then, he starts stomping on TNT.* Tom: Sweet Saul In The Hall! James “Magnum” Constance has come from the crowd and attacked TNT! Jeannie: Damn! He is still pissed about what happened at Parade Of Champions! *Magnum continues beating on TNT. Suddenly, Tracy jumps onto Magnum’s back. However, Magnum quickly throws her off. Talia immediately pounces onto Magnum, but Magnum just facepalms Talia onto the mat. Then, Nicole grabs Magnum’s arm, spins him around, grabs his head, and kisses him.* Tom: Whoa. Jeannie: Oh man. Nicole is one lucky lady. *The kiss goes one for about a minute. Then, Nicole pulls away. Magnum looks incredibly pleased. Suddenly, TNT whacks Magnum over the head with the crutch. He looks at Nicole angrily and starts beating Magnum. Tracy and Talia soon get up and join TNT in stomping Magnum.* Tom: After being distracted by that kiss, Magnum is taken down by TNT. Jeannie: TNT didn’t look pleased at how Nicole distracted Magnum. Tom: Why!? It worked. Jeannie: You do remember that this whole thing started because Magnum was talking to Nicole? Tom: Um…yeah. I was seeing if you remembered. Jeannie: Whatever. *TNT, Tracy, and Talia continue stomping on Magnum. Then, TNT takes the crutch and starts choking Magnum with it. The audience boos again, but those boos turn into cheers at L. Rey runs down to the ring, jumps onto the apron, jumps onto the top rope, and hits TNT with a springboard forearm strike, taking him, Talia, and Tracy down.* Tom: Santa Vaca! L. Rey comes to Magnum’s rescue with La Espada De Damocles! Jeannie: Oh my! Three sexy men tied together by such passion! If only I was one of the girls embroidered in this feud! *L. Rey gets up. Nicole jumps onto his back, but L. Rey throws her off; and she rolls to the outside. Suddenly, Talia kips up and charges at L. Rey. As they beat each other up, TNT and Tracy exit the ring. L. Rey gets the upper hand on Talia, but Nicole grabs her and pulls her out of the ring. TNT and his girls leave the ring, and L. Rey checks on Magnum.* Tom: Well, this feud has gotten a lot bigger and much hotter. Jeannie: I wonder what’s gonna happen at Halloween Hell when James “Magnum” Constance meets TNT one on one! Tom: Nice shill. Jeannie: Thanks! *Cut to commercial.*
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Fannie Package
Local Talent
W*I*G* Women's Champion
Bigger is Better!
Posts: 21
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Post by Fannie Package on Oct 26, 2008 9:53:58 GMT -5
* "Back In Black" starts up & the crowd goes wild for the appearance of Tammy Sytch.* Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from New Jersey, weighing in at 142lbs... TAMMY LYNN SYTCH! Tom: Tammy Sytch getting a huge ovation from all the W*I*G-gers here tonight. Jeannie: Another damn women's match? Really? We haven't had enough of these yet? *Sytch gets in the ring & does a few brief sexy poses to the cheers of the crowd.* Jeannie: Congrats, sweetheart. You've got a huge rack. When are we gonna see some guys out here? *"Back In Black" fades out to be replaced by Nelly Furtado's "Man Eater". The crowd are in some sort of shock as the huge Fannie Package struts out onto the stage.* Jeannie: HACHI~MACHI! Check out that guy! Tom: Umm... Jeannie... Jeannie: The arms, the abs, the pecs... Tom: Jeannie, that's... Finkel: And her opponent, from San Francisco, California, weighing in at 285lbs... FANNIE... PACKAGE! Jeannie: OH GOD! Tom: Yeah... Jeannie: Oh GOD! *The crowd gives a slight cheer for Fannie, but many boo her as she's facing long-time favourite, Sytch. Fannie doesn't really seem to mind. She strikes a few muscle poses at the top of the stage before making her way on in to the ring.* Tom: Tammy is at a huge disadvantage here, quite literally. Fannie has half a foot on her height-wise & is more than twice her weight. Jeannie: OH God! *Fannie stands facing Sytch. Tammy only comes up to about Fannie's chest.* DING-DING! *Fannie shoves Sytch right across the ring.* Jeannie: OH GOD! Tom: She shoved her right across the damn ring! I guess Fannie took Rosie's comments about her strength really to heart! *Sytch stands up again in a rage & runs right at Fannie. Fannie simply sticks her arm out & clobbers Sytch with a Clothesline pf sorts. Sytch falls right to the mat. Fannie places her foot on Tammy's chest.* 1... 2... 3!!! DING-DING-DING! Jeannie: YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME! Tom: You're channelling Don West now? Finkel: Here is your winner... FANNIE PACKAGE! Jeannie: Fannie completely obliterated Sytch in a matter of seconds! If I were Rosie, & thank God I'm not, I'd be pretty scared. Tom: Rosie is a little tougher than Tammy Sytch... Wait, now Fannie has a microphone. Tell me she's not going to start pressing Tammy over her head! Fannie: So, Rosie, I'm supposed to be impressed by the fact that you can press Jazz & throw her out of the ring? Look here, tubby, I am ALL NATURAL, more woman than you could hope to be. The reason you're not going to see me make some big demonstration of power now is because at Hallowe'en Hell you'll see just how obvious it is. I don't need to show off how strong I am or crow about how I'm more powerful than you because it's already pretty clear, not only to these fans, not only to everybody in that locker-room, but maybe even to your pea-brained self that I am the biggest, baddest & brawniest bitch in W*I*G. At Hallowe'en Hell, you'll know all about it. *"Man Eater" starts up again as Fannie exits.* Jeannie: Strong words from "The Animal". Tom: Oh, give it a rest. Fannie Package vs. Rosie for the W*I*G Women's Championship at Hallowe'en Hell! That's gonna be off the charts! *A Hallowe'en Hell Promo follows.*
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Coltrane
Opener
First Ever W*I*G* Champion
Posts: 29
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Post by Coltrane on Oct 27, 2008 14:44:03 GMT -5
*The W*I*G-Screen fizzles again before Coltrane appears on it. Once again, he is in his Barbed-Wire "Cell".* Coltrane: Hey, Andy. Bet you weren't expecting to see me again so soon. Now, don't worry about Alexa. She's still here. Infact, I think I've been quite a good host to her. I've been regaling her with stories of what exactly I'm planning to do in our Barbed-Wire Death Match. And look, she was so entertained by one of my tales, she gave me a gift. *Coltrane lifts a strand of Barbed-Wire into the frame. Attached to it is a sizeable clump of Alexa's hair.* Coltrane: Now, as I said there's no need to worry. Alexa is perfectly fine. I'll make sure she's out of your way so that you can continue to focus on our match... *Coltrane's monologue is cut off by the sound of a screaming from elsewhere in the room.* Coltrane: Well, she's gone & ruined it now, but since I was going to show you this anyway... *Coltrane moves back behind the camera. There's some shifting & shaking of the picture as he moves it. He aims it toward a corner where a tall crate stands. The screaming still continues & gets louder as he approaches the crate.* Coltrane: You better appreciate what I've done here, Andy. *Coltrane tears the front off the crate. Inside is Alexa, surrounded by rolls of Barbed-Wire. Her face & clothes are dirty & spattered with blood. Her hair is unkempt & tangled in the wire. She continues to scream & cry. Coltrane reaches up at Alexa's neck & grabs a gag that dangles around her chin.* Coltrane: I did it all for you! *The image blips off just as we see Coltrane force the cloth gag back into Alexa's mouth.*
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Post by the1force on Oct 28, 2008 8:13:46 GMT -5
Him & Her are in the ring and WIG's official interviewer John Cena is near them.
Cena: Good evening, er... you? It's true that we don't know much about you, not even your names. Even you only call each other Him and Her. In short, you guys are being very discreet about yourselves. So first of all, thank you for accepting to give this public interview.
Her: You are welcome.
Cena: My first question will be... well, about your acceptance to give this interview. Since you've remained very quiet, I was wondering, does your acceptance mean that you will at last reveal what you call “the Truth” to us?
Her: Not yet, but rest assured, it is coming. The Truth will be revealed very soon. Both us and Wrestling's Innovative Genesis are almost ready for it.
Cena: I see... I also wanted to ask you about your first match here at WIG. As you must know, your opponents apparently turned out to be impostors. Any thought about that?
Him: This is actually part of the reason why we are not quite ready to reveal the Truth yet. We cannot believe we have been fooled that easily. We obviously still need to improve our skills before we can consider ourselves to be really worthy of Wrestling's Innovative Genesis.
Her: We cannot allow ourselves to reveal the Truth if we are not able to avoid the traps that will be send our way.
Cena: I understand what you mean. I'd like to...
John Cena can't end his sentence as Johnny Swinger and Prodigette's theme song starts playing and the couple appears at the end of the ramp and start walking towards the ring. John Cena has no choice but to leave the ring. Once Swinger and Prodigette are inside, the announcer introduces the teams.
Howard Finkel: The following contest is a mixed tag team match scheduled for one fall! To my left, weighing in at a combined weight of 345 lbs. Him & Her!!
*The shady couple remains focused on their opponents as the crowd gives a mixed reaction.*
Finkel: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 410 lbs, Johnny Swinger & Prodigette!
Swinger & Prodigette pose for the crowd, but don't lose their focus and keep staring at Him & Her while posing. Both teams start planning their strategy, then the bell rings, officially starting the match. It looks like the men will start it. They look at each other, Swinger has the size advantage, so Him kicks his opponent in the leg to make him lose his balance, before going for a DDT, but Swinger shoves Him away. They lock up and Swinger manages to grab Him for a Suplex, but Him lands behind swinger on his feet and hits a german suplex. Him then picks up Swinger and goes for a suplex, but Swinger resists and counters with a suplex of his own. He then applies a headlock on Him. Both Her and Prodigette are shouting to cheer their partner on. Him eventually manages to make it on all four while still being locked in the hold, but he manages to strike Swinger in the face with an elbow.
Him takes advantage of the situation to tag Her in, and Prodigette gets inside as well after a blind tag. Prodigette runs at her for a clothesline, but her ducks and counters with a gutwrench suplex. The two women get up, but her is faster and performs a dropkick, which gets shoved away by Prodigette. Prodigette then applies a leg lock, which makes Her scream in pain. She tries to pull her leg away from the hold, but Prodigette has it locked in very tight. Her eventually manages to get a hold of the bottom rope and the referee forces her to break the hold. Once Her is up, Prodigette immediately charges at her, but Her manages to didge at the last moment and shoves her opponent in the turnbuckle chest first. Her capitalizes by striking Prodigette with a dropkick to the back, followed by a school boy.
1... 2-Prodigette gets out of the pin!
Prodigette quickly tags Johnny Swinger in. Her looks at her partner, but eventually decides to go on in the match. Swinger runs at Her and goes for a shoulder block, but Her counters with a drop toe hold, but Swinger manages to use his hands to prevent himself from hitting the mat. But that doesn't help much as Her uses their current position to apply her finisher, the death grip! Swinger is groaning in pain as Her applies more and more pressure. Prodigette cheers him on but after some time, she fears he may tap out and gets inside the ring to break the hold. Him sees this and hops on the top rope to strike Prodigette with a springboard dropkick. Swinger can't take it anymore and taps out
Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen here are your winners... Him and Her!
Knights of Cydonia starts playing as Him & Her celebrate in the ring. They get outside it but before they leave the arena, Him grabs a microphone.
Him: ONE STEP CLOSER FROM THE TRUTH!!
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The White Boys
Opener
First Ever WIG Tag Team Champions
Rammer Jammer, Yellowhammer, give 'em hell, Alabama!
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Post by The White Boys on Oct 28, 2008 21:03:19 GMT -5
*The White Boys’ music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHsDa9_HSlAHoward Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen, the first ever W*I*G Tag Team Champions—THE WHITE BOYS. *The White Boys come out to the boos of the crowd. They are wearing nice clothes: button up shirts, ties, khakis, and dress shoes. They both have the W*I*G Tag Team Titles around their waists. Justin is holding his Confederate guitar. They walk to the ring with a cocky strut and then enter it. Jason walks across the ring and asks for a microphone from Finkel. The Fink hands him a microphone, and Jason takes it. Then, he moves to the center of the ring with his brother.* Jason: Ladies an’ gentlemen—we’ve done it! We did what we set out to do in W*I*G! Mah brother an’ I have become the W*I*G TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!! *The crowd boos.* Jason: Y’all boo all ya like, but it don’t change the fact that the White Boys are the W*I*G TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!! *The crowd boos again.* Jason: Not only are we the W*I*G Tag Team Champions, but we are also the first ever W*I*G TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!! *The crowd boos again.* Jason: Now, to celebrate this momentous occasion, mah brother an’ I have put together a nice little tribute video to all the great W*I*G Tag Team Champions in the history of this company! An’, before ya say that we are the only W*I*G Tag Team Champions in the history of the company, we know. So, here is a tribute to the GREATEST W*I*G TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS—THE WHITE BOYS!!!! *The crowd boos as the W*I*G-Sphere goes dark and a video plays on the W*I*G-Screen. On the video, Charlie Daniels’s “The South’s Gonna Do It Again” plays. The White Boys appear on the video holding up their titles after winning them at Parade Of Champions.* Well, the train to Grinder's Switch is runnin' right on time *The White Boys hit L. Rey with Pickin’ Cotton (Total Elimination).* And them Tucker Boys are cookin' down in Caroline *Justin hits L. Rey with his guitar.* People down in Florida can't be still *The White Boys hit James “Magnum” Constance with The South Will Rise Again (front suplex/modified double knee chestbreaker combo).* When ol' Lynyrd Skynrd's pickin' down in Jacksonville *Jason hits Magnum with the Confederate guitar.* People down in Georgia come from near and far *John Cena holds up L. Rey’s hand in victory in the singing contest. Suddenly, Justin charges at L. Rey and clubs him from behind with his forearm, knocking both him and Cena down.* To hear Richard Betts pickin' on that red guitar *The White Boys hit L. Rey with the Flying Elephant (dominator/diving elbow drop to neck combo).* So gather 'round, gather 'round chillun' *The White Boys hit L. Rey in the head with chairs.* Get down, well just get down chillun' *Justin hits L. Rey with Auburn Sucks (Saito suplex).* Get loud, well you can be loud and be proud *Jason pushes L. Rey off the top turnbuckle, sending him flying and crashing onto the guardrail to the outside.* Well you can be proud, hear now *Justin hits Magnum with the Alabama Breaker #2 (reverse lungblower).* Be proud you're a rebel *Jason hits L. Rey with the Alabama Uppercut #1 (European uppercut followed by a neckbreaker).* 'Cause the South's gonna do it again and again *A whole montage of guitar shots plays during the instrumental portion.* Elvin Bishop sittin' on a bale of hay *Jason hits Guillermo Miramontes with a Lou Thesz press followed by some punches.* He ain't good lookin', but he sure can play *Justin and The Maxx swing at each other with a baseball bat and steel chair respectively.* And there's ZZ Top and you can't forget *Jason hits Shuga with a European Uppercut as she comes flying off the ropes.* That old brother Willie's gettin' soakin' wet *Jason hits Koshinryo with a Stunner.* And all the good people down in Tennessee *Justin clotheslines Koshinryo.* Are diggin' barefoot Jerry and C.D.B *Justin clotheslines Shuga.* So gather 'round, gather 'round chillun' *The White Boys stomp on Shuga.* Get down, well just get down chillun' *Justin hits Koshinryo with his guitar as she climbs up the steel cage.* Get loud, well you can be loud and be proud *Justin grinds Koshinryo’s face against the steel cage.* Well you can be proud, hear now *The White Boys double team Koshinryo.* Be proud you're a rebel *The White Boys hits Koshinryo with The South Will Rise Again.* 'Cause the South's gonna do it again and again *Another montage of guitar shots plays. Just before the song ends, a clip of the White Boys climbing over the steel cage and landing on the mat to win the Ultimate Endurance Match plays. The video ends where it began: the White Boys holding up the W*I*G Tag Team Titles. The lights come back on. The crowd is booing loudly as the White Boys stand in the ring and look proud of the video that just played.* Jason: Now, wasn’t that fantastic!? Justin: I enjoyed it! Jason: Well, I’m glad ya did. Did y’all enjoy it!? *The crowd boos.* Jason: I’ll take that as a no. Anyway, there is another reason we came out here. Ya see, Mr. Colvin has decided that the champions would get to decide who they get to fight at the next PPV—Halloween Hell. Mah brother an’ I just loved this idea. However, there was a problem—when we were fixin’ to decide who we should face, we couldn’t think of any team to face us. Justin: It’s true! We thought and thought and thought, but we couldn’t come up with a single team worthy of facin’ us. So, that means only one thang will happen. Jason: More like won’t happen! *The White Boys laugh. The crowd boos.* Jason: I regret to inform y’all that there will be no W*I*G Tag Team Title Match at Halloween Hell. *The crowd boos loudly.* Jason: I’m sorry, but until there is a team in W*I*G that we deem worthy of facin’ us for our titles, there will be no title defenses from us. *The crowd boos even louder. Some people throw garbage.* Jason: Hey! We don’t like this anymore than y’all, but we have thank of y’all an’ this company! I mean, this is a young company! It needs to grow an’ expan’! The only way for that to happen is if it gets buzz and ratin’s! An’, the best way to get those thangs is good quality rasslin’ matches! Now, to have those matches, mah brother an’ I need teams worthy of rasslin’ us. Since, there are no such teams, then mah brother an’ I can’t put on good quality rasslin’ matches. So, we have to wait. I’m sorry, but those are the fax! *The crowd continues booing.* Justin: Plus, we were just in a gruelin’ rasslin’ match. We aren’t a hundred percent healtha. *The boos get louder and louder.* Justin: Y’all can boo all y’all like—it ain’t gonna change the fact that we aren’t rasslin’ at Halloween Hell! Jason: He’s right! If wishes were horses, then there’d be a stable out here! Now, it is time for mah brother an’ I to leave. Play our music.* *Koshinryo and Shuga’s music plays.* *Koshinryo and Shuga’s music plays to a mixed reaction.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qht2cLY_55w*White and Pink stars flutter around randomly, but as the 30 second mark strikes; the two of them hit center stage and turn purple. The lights immediately flare to red and black with white smoke pouring from the ramp. Two parasols flash out from behind the curtain. They twirl slowly at first, and then go faster. When they hit the top speed, the two girls step out from behind them, maneuvering them at their sides. They link their free arms together, spin for a moment before Shuga bends down on one knee, parasol in front of her. Koshinryo places her parasol above them as she wraps an arm around Shuga. The two women then throw their lace umbrellas into the air as a shower of red pours down and white-colored sparks flare up. The two stand, catch their parasols, and walk down the ramp. They discard both umbrellas as they climb onto the apron, picking up a mike left on the stairs by an attendant. Both enter the ring at the same time but stay by the turnbuckle closest to them. They both hold the mike up to the air between them and lean their cheeks against each other.* Shuga: No challengers said the fools of the BayouKoshinryo: Surely a jest by the two wolves dressed as ewesShuga: Are we taken for all Hallow's EveKoshinryo: Nay, we seem illnormally unrestrictedShuga: No chaos to spreadKoshinryo: The world does it for usShuga: The holiday does our dutyKoshinryo: How dreadfully drollJason: Um…okay. So, what in the Sam Hell are y’all doin’ out here? Justin: I think they’re askin’ us out on a date. Jason: Will ya shut up fer a secon’!? Koshinryo: We have no duty on that dayShuga: We grow restless on that dayKoshinryo: We loath that dayShuga: We love that dayKoshinryo: Now is the time to get in the spiritShuga: To do something selfishKoshinryo: To mock your silly mortal hold upon a lost NationShuga: Chaos hath once smiled upon the Song's South but not anymoreKoshinryo: Your peaceful habits have denied Her thristShuga: He will no longer permit you to riseKoshinryo: Those symbols of gold should be oursShuga: Gold and Chaos go hand in handKoshinryo: And those before us lack a certain somethingShuga: A wonderful touchShuga & Koshinryo: A tast-Jason: Wait, wait, wait…are you to ladies challengin’ us to a match for our Tag Team Titles at Halloween Hell? Shuga: Simple be the ways of those that hold goldKoshinryo: Told we did already our purposeShuga: Boys of White, have no respect for ChaosKoshinryo: Deserve of gold neither do notJason: Okay. I thank it’s a clearly obvious that y’all are loonier than a pet coon, so y’all probably didn’t hear: we’re not rasslin’ at Halloween Hell! So why don’t you two little dolls just walk yur cute little tushes up the ramp outta hear, okay!? *Suddenly, Koshinryo and Shuga attack Jason and Justin White. The girls get the upper hand, catching the White Boys off guard. However, the White Boys make a comeback. Justin knocks Shuga down with a leg lariat while Jason backs Koshinryo into a corner and repeatedly stomps on her. Then, he picks Koshinryo up and holds while Justin picks up his guitar. He swings the guitar, but Koshinryo ducks; and Justin hits Jason in the head with the guitar. The crowd cheers. Justin checks on his brother while Koshinryo helps Shuga up. Then, they both attack Justin. With out warning, they both grasp his head and charge towards the ropes. A perfectly timed bounce off the ropes and the living dolls land their Touch of Hell on Justin. He lands with a thud upon Jason. Shuga & Koshinryo both smile down at the results of the chaotic scene and grin wickedly. The crawl out of the ring backwards and exit the arena with a message & challenge laid. Cut to commercial.*
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The White Boys
Opener
First Ever WIG Tag Team Champions
Rammer Jammer, Yellowhammer, give 'em hell, Alabama!
Posts: 36
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Post by The White Boys on Oct 28, 2008 21:03:32 GMT -5
*We come back from commercial with the White Boys walking backstage. John Cena walks up to the team.*
Cena: White Boys. I have some questions. How does Koshinryo and Shuga’s attack affect your decision for the W*I*G Tag Team Title Match?
*Jason grabs Cena by his collar and throws him off camera, catching his microphone as he does.*
Jason: All me an’ mah brother wanted to do was to take some time off and heal! But, y’all are a bunch of ornery bitches who wanna make nothin’ but trouble! Well, us White Boys can stir some shit up two! My granddaddy had a sayin’—you don’t poke a rabid dog with a stick unless you expect to get bit! You two ladies have done poke us rabid dogs, and it is time for us to bite back! Y’all wanna come down attack us!? Y’all wanna hit us without any warnin’!? Y’all wanna fight!? Y’all want yur title match!? Well, we give y’all a goddamn title match! And, let’s see how y’all do in a fair fight!
Justin: *grabbing the microphone from Jason* Be careful what you wish for, because now ya got it!
Jason: *taking the mic back from Justin and getting into his face* And, you better not hit me with anotha guitar again! *walks off*
Justin: It was un accident! I’m sorry!
*Justin walks after Jason, and we cut to our next segment.*
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The Innocent
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Rosie: First Ever WIG Women's Champion
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Post by The Innocent on Oct 30, 2008 21:03:44 GMT -5
Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Survive (If I Let You) starts up on the Colvintron, as the crowd cheers rather loudly, the man known as Taz stepping out from the back, a sour look on his face, towel draped over his head, as he slowly steps down toward the ring, looking quite menacing from the looks of things. He quickly steps into the ring, climbing through the ropes and walks into the center of the ring, folding his arms confidently, then removing that towel from atop his head, tossing it to the outside and making his way to his corner of the ring.
Finkel: Introducing first, from the Red Hook Section of Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 240 pounds, Taz!
Tom: So... thoughts on this one partner?
Jeannie: Eh, he's a little rough around the edges, but hey... I've seen worse.
Tom: I meant the match...
Jeannie: Well, I hope the hot guy wins. There's a hot guy in this one right?
Taz simply folds his arms once again, looking on with a rather pissed expression across his face, as he awaits his opponent. He doesn't have to wait long, Apocalyptica's Ruska starting up on the Colvintron next, as the entrance area soon becomes bathed in a golden light, the crowd booing rather loudly now, as his opponent steps out slowly from the back, still sporting a few bandages from Hensley's assault toward him a short while back, a solemn look in his eyes, as he brushes the hair softly out from his eyes, before dropping to his knees and saying a quick prayer from atop the entrance ramp. He then rises back to his feet, before continuing his way down toward the ring. The man steps onto the ring apron, over the ropes, then walks slowly toward the center of the ring, simply gazing at the ring with a rather remorseful look. He then makes his way toward his own corner of the ring, simply awaiting the start of this match up.
Finkel: And his opponent... representing the Innocent, from the Land of Purity, weighing in at 363 pounds, Earnest!
Tom: The most mysterious of the Innocent, making his way down to the ring. We don't really know too much about this man, though he doesn't seem to care about winning his matches.
Jeannie: That's a good thing, since he hasn't had one in ages!
Tom: We all know plenty about Joshua... and we certainly know about the current WIG Women's Champion Rosie, but exactly what do we know about Earnest? Why does he continue to serve as one of the Innocent?
Jeannie: Apparently you don't use the Internet Tom. He was a homeless bum, somebody came and took him off the streets, and here he is now.
The bell sounds, as Taz immediately charges in toward his bigger opponent, immediately grabbing him and looking to toss him overhead almost immediately with a suplex! Earnest however simply uses his weight advantage, keeping himself still on the ground, as Taz continues to try to hoist him up, perhaps a bit in vain. Eventually he switches tactics, now instead grabbing him by the leg, then attempting to take him into a leg drag. Earnest however simply counters with a vicious club to the back of the neck, Taz dropping down on the mat and grasping the area. The big man of the Innocent then follows up by dropping a huge leg across, doing further damage, before he rolls him over and looks for a quick cover. 1....2...
Tom: Taz looking to try and go for some of his traditional suplexes, but that may be a mistake against the much bigger Earnest.
Jeannie: I don't really care about either of these two. Earnest is too depressing and the other guy is too short. Damn it, bring out the hot guys!
Taz kicks out. Earnest reaches down and pulls him off the mat quite quickly, delivering a few more simply clubbing arms across the back of that neck, hunching the smaller man over with ease, as he then follows up with a standing axe handle smash, putting Taz on his knees, grasping further at the area. Earnest then reaches down and scoops him up with ease, dropping him down across his knee with a stomach breaker! Taz gasps for air, grabbing at his chest as he lays on the mat. Earnest then pulls him up once again by the neck, delivering a series of elbow shows to the back of the area, doing further damage, before he grabs his opponent by the arm, pulling him quite simply into a short arm clothesline! Taz goes back down, only for Earnest to tug him to his feet once more, pulling him into a second one! Taz grasps at his neck once more, grimacing in pain, as Earnest pulls him up one more time, then scooping him up by one leg, hoisting him high, Taz desperately trying to fight free with a series of fists, but it's not nearly enough, as he powers him down with a one armed power bomb! The crowd boos, as Earnest bends down, once again looking for a cover. 1....2....
Tom: The sheer power of Earnest coming into play! Did you just see that?
Jeannie: Yeah, he's definitely pretty damn strong. You'd think he'd have more wins!
Taz gets the shoulder up this time. Earnest looks on with a rather solemn gaze, simply yanking the man from Brooklyn up to his feet once more, only to get a series of desperate fists to the faces, stopping him for a moment, as Taz desperately tries to knock the bigger man down, immediately swinging behind and clinging around his neck, now looking for the Tazmission! The crowd pops loudly for this, as Earnest looks a bit surprised, now wriggling a bit as this man tries to choke the life out of him. However, before he can do too much damage, Earnest simply falls back, flattening him into the canvas with his weight, as the crowd gasps in horror, the bigger man easily flattening his opponent beneath his sheer size. He then rubs at his neck slightly, before scooping Taz off his feet, hoisting him up high, then driving him down hard with the Mood Killer! Taz lands there in a heap, pretty much done for, as Earnest holds him for the cover. 1....2....3!
Tom: Taz trying to clinch on the Tazmission, but he just can't keep it on. Earnest finishes things up with the Mood Killer and that's all folks.
Jeannie: Did hell freeze over? Earnest just won a singles match!
Earnest makes quick work of Taz.
Finkel: Here is your winner... Earnest!
Earnest drops down to his knees, now clasping his hands and saying a silent prayer for the now motionless Taz, before rising back to his feet, the same solemn look on his face, as he simply turns around and exits the ring once again, as the crowd boos him, Apocalyptica's Ruska starting up once again on the Colvintron, as he simply makes his way back to the ring.
Tom: A quick match there. It seems that despite his reluctant personality, the big man can get things done in the ring. I fear for anyone who has to face this man in the future.
Jeannie: How the heck can a personality be reluctant?
Tom: Well, mine is definitely, being that I have to hang around you all the time.
We quickly fade to the next segment.
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The Innocent
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Rosie: First Ever WIG Women's Champion
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Post by The Innocent on Oct 31, 2008 18:51:37 GMT -5
As we return to the WIGSphere, we see the man known as Nova bouncing around inside the ring, warming up for this upcoming match quite diligently, as he looks absolutely pumped for his opponent.The bell sounds soon after, as we seem to be nearly for the start of this next contest.
Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring, from Silicon Valley, weighing in at 214 pounds, Nova!
Jeannie: Silicon Valley? So what... is he a robot or something?
Tom: People from Silicon Valley aren't robots.
Jeannie: How the hell do you know that?!
The crowd gives a rather nice pop, as Nova pumps a fist in response, before focusing back towards the entrance way. He doesn't have to wait too long, as March to the Scaffold slowly picks up on the Colvintron, the crowd now booing rather loudly, as the entrance way becomes bathed once again in a bright golden light, as the man known as Joshua steps out from the back, the same eerily content expression on his face, arms folded calmly behind his back, as he makes his way down toward the ring. Just like his allies, he has apparently decided to come down to the ring alone as well. The man quickly makes his way towards the apron, sliding into the ring rather swiftly, then simply walking over towards his own corner of the ring.
Finkel: And his opponent, representing The Innocent, from the Land of Purity, weighing in at 227 pounds, Joshua!
Tom: The eerily calm Joshua making his way down to the ring now. Ever since Rising Star, he seems to have become even more twisted, if that was possible.
Jeannie: Yeah... he's pretty hot and all, but I'm kinda cautious about getting anywhere near him right now. Maybe if he was in a straitjacket...
Nova eyes him from across the ring, looking intently towards his opponent, who begins to stretch out his legs before the match, looking ready to take him on. The two of them immediately walk towards the center of the ring, exchanging looks towards one another, when suddenly, Joshua snaps off a lightning quick roundhouse kick, nailing Nova right in the side of the head, sending him down in a heap! The crowd gasps in horror, as Nova groans, slowly rising to his feet, Joshua meanwhile bouncing off the ropes, then taking him back down almost instantly with a flying leg lariat! He goes back down once again, clutching at his neck slightly, as Joshua simply slips behind him, measuring his opponent, waiting for him to rise, Nova quick to do so, as he turns around immediately into the Soul Cleanser! He drops down in a heap, hitting the mat with a thud, as Joshua simply bends down, hooking his leg for the cover. 1....2....3!
Jeannie: Wow... if you blinked, you'd have missed that one!
Tom: Joshua absolutely destroys poor Nova. Now that... is a very determined young man. You have to wonder if Hardcore Hensley will be able to match up against him in that Monster's Ball match.
Joshua makes quick work of Nova.
Finkel: Here is your winner... Joshua!
Joshua slowly rises off Nova, then bends down, cradling him in his lap briefly,before letting him fall back to the mat in a heap, the crowd booing rather loudly at this sick man, who now gets back to his feet, walking over and taking the microphone from Finkel, before walking over and sitting down atop Nova's motionless form, a rather pleased smile on his face.
Joshua: Tonight's the night Hensley... tonight's the night where I finally get to make you pay for toying with my emotions. To make you pay for messing with my head and make you pay trying to blind me to the light. Hensley, you have been an admirable opponent up till the point that you dared to lay your hands on those that only The Keeper is allowed to touch like that. They have told me about what a sickening sin you have committed... and they command me to make you pay dearly for it. Tonight... Halloween Hell, in the monster's Ball... you will get to know first hand exactly what I am capable of in that ring.
The crowd continues to boo the sick minded Joshua, who develops a rather scary smile across his face, as he slowly licks his lips.
Joshua: The Keeper has given me special permission tonight... to forego my usual tactics and use whatever method that I like to maim you. You will be facing a very different opponent, my former friend, you will be facing something that not even I would wish upon people. If only you had let me be and allowed me to rightfully obtain the WIG title when I had the chance... but no, you did not, and for that I had to be punished. I punished myself for allowing my mind to be distracted from my goal... just because you dared to touch what was near and dear to me. By attacking my ally Earnest, you spit in his face, in my face, and most importantly... Their face. They don't like to be proven wrong Hensley... after all, they taught me everything I know. At Halloween Hell, you and the rest of the unenlightened ones will pay for your sins.
He slowly rubs over his forehead, same eerie smile upon his face.
Joshua: Only after you are punished... can you be reborn. As for the others, Exner... Malone, I have no qualms about either of you. However, if you get in my way of punishing my friend Hensley, you too will experience exactly what I am capable of. Neither your hulking strength or obsession with violence will be able to save you from my wrath. In their name... you will all fall and in their name, I will stand victorious, for their glory... and for the glory of the Innocent.
Joshua slowly sits up off of Nova's form, as March to the Scaffold picks up on the Colvintron once again, the young man quickly slipping outside of the ring and heading towards the backstage, arms folded calmly behind his back once again, as the crowd boos him once again. We then cut back to Nova, laying their pretty much unconscious at this point, as it seems that last move may have knocked him out completely.
Tom: A rather clear message from the man known as Joshua. I've gotta be honest, I'm not so sure I wanna see this other side of Joshua!
Jeannie: Yeah... for once, I agree with you.
Tom: What will happen at the Monster's Ball? We'll all find out soon enough!
We quickly fade to a video package for the Halloween Hell lineup.
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Post by Team Ireland on Nov 1, 2008 10:36:50 GMT -5
*The Edgar Winter Group's "Frankenstein" begins to play & the crowd in the W*I*G-Sphere lets out a rapturous cheer.* Howard Finkel:The following Six-Man Tornado Tag-Team match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, standing six feet, eight inches tall & weighing in at 310lbs... 9-1-1! Tom: The infamous 911 participating in tag-team action tonight. Let's see who his partners are... & find out who he'll be chokeslamming. *The big man makes his way to the ring high-fiving fans along the way. He climbs over the top rope to get in the ring & waits for his Tag-Team partners to emerge from backstage. "Frankenstein" fades out & the crowd explodes when White Zombie's "Thunderkiss '65" hits!* Finkel: And his partners, being accompanied to the ring by "The Beastmaster" Francine, at a combined weight of 485lbs... THE PITBULLS! Jeannie: If I were 911 (& thank God I'm not). I'd be hard-prseed to think of better partners than The Pitbulls! *The crowd goes crazy as Pitbull #1 & #2 make their way to the ring. Once in the ring, the high-five with 911. The music of White Zombie is cut off abruptly & a different song starts to play.* *Dropkick Murphys' "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" blasts over the speakers in the W*I*G-Sphere.* Finkel: And their opponents, proudly representing their home country of Ireland, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare & Maeve O'Hare, at a total combined weight of 703lbs... "The Don Juan of Donegal" Sean McCann, "The Celtic Giant" Shane Malone & Captain Aidan Donnelly... TEEEEEAAAAAM IIIIIIRRRRRREEEEELAAAAAAANNNNND! *The crowd goes insane at seeing Team Ireland's debut W*I*G match. The Irish fivesome appear on the ramp to a rapturous ovation from the fans. They make their way on down the ramp, pausing a moment as their Green, White & Gold pyro explodes.* Tom: Team Ireland's first ever match here in W*I*G. This should be one for the record books. Jeannie: I'm just so excited to finally see Sean McCann take his shirt off... YOWZA! *The five enter the ring. Aidan & Sean heading for juxtaposing ring-posts while O'Hare waves his Hurley. Shane stands in the middle of the ring with both arms raised & Maeve flashes a double biceps pose infront of him.* DING-DING! *The participants waste little time. Maeve & her father quickly exit the ring as The Pitbulls & 911 attack Team Ireland. Being the biggest man in the match, 911 attacks Shane. "The Celtic Giant" fights back harder than 911 expected, clobbering him with a huge punch to the face. The Pitbulls, meanwhile, pair off with Aidan & Sean; #1 going for Sean & #2 going for Aidan.* Tom: As experienced as Team Ireland may be, I don't think they can handle a team like The Pitbulls for too long. *The Pitbulls are really taking it to Aidan & Sean, pounding on them so much that they beat them back into corners. The Pitbulls climb the respective corners & begin beating on Aidan & Sean with the old 10 punches. The crowd counts along with them.* 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9- *Aidan & Sean both simultaneously low-blow The Pitbulls & carry them out to mid-ring for dual Powerbombs.* Jeannie: The Pitbulls get a taste of their own medicine at long last as somebody else hits a Powerbomb on them! *As Aidan &, particularly, Sean celebrate this rather minor triumph, they are oblivious to The Pitbulls getting back up again. Both men turn around into a pair of vicious clotheslines from The Pitbulls. Shane, meanwhile is not having an easy time of things with 911. 911 has Shane trapped in another corner & has his boot against the throat of the "Celtic Giant". Shane manages to grab a hold of 911's leg & trips the Chokeslamming big man up. Shane sits on top of 911 & starts pounding at his face. The Pitbulls enter the fray, dragging Shane off the top of 911. The Pitbulls hold Shane back as 911 gets back up.* Tom: This doesn't bode well for Shane. Jeannie: Not even a man with a bod that hot can stand an attack from The Pitbulls & 911. *The Pitbulls club at the back of Shane's head. 911 wraps his meaty hand around Shane's throat, but Shane kicks 911 in the groin. At the same time, Sean & Aidan attack The Pitbulls from behind. Sean using O'Hare's Hurley to batter Pitbull #2 while Aidan uses his Tricolour to try & choke out Pitbull #1.* Tom: It seems Team Ireland haven't really lost a step. They're still as crafty as ever. *Pitbull #1 grabs the Tricolour Aidan has around his throat & uses it to toss Aidan over to the other side of the ring. Aidan stands up only to get Clotheslined out of the ring by Pitbull #1. Pitbull #2 snatches the Hurley from Sean's hands & whacks Sean right in the head with it before tossing the weapon aside. Shane is the only one having any success. He plants 911 with a Spinebuster, but his success is also short-lived as both Pitbulls attack him. The two men beat Malone down to the mat. Francine calls 911 from outside the ring. She's dragged a table out from underneath. She slides it in & 911 sets the table up. Pitbull #2 sits on the top turnbuckle as #1 brings Shane Malone to his feet. 911 stands back for a moment, but is taken off-guard when Maeve O'Hare attacks him from behind.* Tom: And now Maeve O'Hare is getting involved. This is getting chaotic! Jeannie: What? A Tornado Match between Team Ireland & 911 & The Pitbulls wasn't crazy enough for your liking? *Maeve plants 911 with a "Cooley Cattle Drive". Pitbull #1 is still trying to set Shane up for the Super Bomb, but Aidan & Sean re-enter. Aidan tackles Pitbull #1. Sean ascends to the top & walks along the rope before sending Pitbull #2 back into the ring with a Head Scissors. Aidan & Shane work together to take Pitbull #1 down with "Whiskey in the Jar". Maeve drags 911 over to the corner & sets him up. Aidan hooks 911's arms from behind & plants him with the "Guinness Hangover". Sean immediately follows up with a "Dublin Stomp". Shane drives Pitbull #2 through the table with a "Giant's Causeway". Aidan covers Pitbull #1, Shane covers Pitbull #2 & Sean covers 911 as the referee counts...* 1... 2... 3!!! DING-DING-DING! *"I'm Shipping Up To Boston" blares over the speakers again & Team Ireland soak in the cheers of the crowd. Coach O'Hare enters the ring & stands proudly next to his team.* Finkel: Here are your winners, Aidan Donnelly, Shane Malone & Sean McCann... TEAM IRELAND! Tom: Team Ireland just decimating 911 & The Pitbulls in... uh-oh, here comes Francine. Jeannie: Not so much the "Beastmaster" as much as the "She-Beast". *Francine is getting in the face of O'Hare, complaining about the illegal tactics of his team.* Jeannie: Uhhh... isn't she the one that slid the table into the ring? *Francine gives O'Hare a stinging slap across the face. The Coach recoils back for a second. Sean says "Oh, Snap!" in a way that makes everyone roll their eyes. Francine continues to yell at O'Hare until Maeve reaches out & wraps a hand around Francine's throat & places another on her lower abdomen. Francine squeals as Maeve lifts her high overhead...* Tom: It looks like Maeve's about to give her a... *"SKYLINE DRIVER"! Maeve plants Francine head-first into the mat. "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" starts up again as all five of Team Ireland stand in the ring with their hands held high.* Jeannie: Team Ireland really sending a message tonight. It doesn't seem to matter even if they're facing opponents like 911 & The Pitbulls, they'll take 'em all on. Tom: It really shows their readiness for Hallowe'en Hell. The participants in Monster's Ball & Danny Taylor better be ready for Team Ireland.
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Post by The Hardcore Disciple on Nov 3, 2008 14:18:54 GMT -5
Finkel: This match is set for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit.
*The music known simply as "Spinning Toe Hold" comes on over the speaker system, and the crowd cheers as it brings to the ring one fo the most enduring legends of the sport. Terry Funk, branding iron in hand, sidles his way to the ring, focused on his latest opponent. He climbs the ring steps and enters the ring, collected, soaking in the applause.*
Finkel: First, from the Double Cross Ranch in Amarillo, Texas, weighing 247 pounds...Terry Funk! Bailey: Terry Funk, middle-aged and crazy! Lawless: He's still alive?! That's one death pool I've lost... Bailey: My money says Chaz sees himself there in 20 years. Lawless: DEAD?! Bailey: No, middle-aged and crazy. Lawless: Oh. Okay, whatever.
*Bagpipes fill the air in the arena while the lights dim, turning to light blue and white spotlights that search the arena. They all focus on the ramp. The bagpipes fade out, yielding to Alice Cooper's "School's Out", which blares as Chaz parts the curtain with force and stands at the ramp, working his hands against each other, then lifting a fist. The fans applaud him loudly as he jokes and jabbers with the male fans and flirts with the female fans while walking up the aisle, then slides into the ring head-first. He stands up and pulls off his kilt, folding it quickly and stashing it in the corner before preparing for the match ahead with a few last-minute stretches.*
Finkel: And...from Seattle, Washington, by way of Edinburgh, Scotland, weighing in at 20.5 stone...Chaz Stone! Lawless: Is it unprofessional to swoon on air? Bailey: It sure is, but that's not stopped you before. Lawless: Shut your word hole, nebbishy virgin. Bailey: I'm married with three kids! Lawless: Uh huh, sure.
*The bell rings, and the two men circle the ring, closing in on each other. They lock up in the center of the ring, and Chaz displays his strength by pushing the man forcefully off of him and towards his corner. Terry shows his grit by snapping back to his feet and getting right in Chaz's face again. The big man, amused by this brash show, doesn't see Terry stomping on his foot--he only feels it. Terry follows up with a solid chop across the chest, but Chaz stops that train from rolling more with another big shove. This time, as Terry rises, Chaz charges at his opponent. Terry telegraphs the big boot and catches it nicely. What he doesn't catch is Chaz shifting his weight, turning the failed big boot into a successful leg feed enzuigiri. Chaz goes for a pin...*
1 2 No.
Bailey: A bit of ingenuity from Chaz Stone. Lawless: It's one of his main talents in the ring, y'know. Bailey: This must be a dream come true for Chaz--Terry Funk was one of his biggest inspirations for becoming a wrestler in the first place. Lawless: I didn't know that... Bailey: Surprise, surprise.
*Chaz gets up and drops his big leg across Terry's chest. After the impact move, Chaz pins Terry again, but still only gets a count of two. Chaz quickly stands and picks Terry up with sheer power, heaving the Funker into the air for what looks to be a military slam. Before Chaz can drop the older man, however, Terry slides out and lands behind him. Using the sudden imbalance of the big man, Terry rolls Chaz up with a school boy for a pin.*
1 2 No.
Bailey: Terry tries to sneak in a win over the big Scot, but only gets a two count as Chaz kicks out with authority. Lawless: That was too close. Don't let that happen again, Chaz!
*The Funker lays into a rising Chaz with a barrage of elbow bunts, but they seem to have little effect on the big man. Changing tactics, Terry Funk ducks down and trips Chaz up with a double leg takedown, then stomps away at the back of his right knee. Still holding the worked-on leg, Terry goes for his signature spinning toe hold. As he cranks the hold once, Chaz kicks him off with his free leg with great force towards the ropes. Terry, seeking to make opportunity from this setback, bounds off the ropes willingly and shoots back to the big Scot as quickly as his aging frame will carry him, intending some sort of running strike to get back control. What he doesn't expect is that Chaz is ready and waiting for him. Just as Terry reaches his foe, Chaz heaves him into the air with one mighty paw and drives him into the mat with a Seattle Spinebuster. Terry, now prone and stunned from the sudden slam, twitches slightly while Chaz ascends the nearest turnbuckle, his back to his aged prey. With a mighty roar of "ALBA GU BRATH!" to the crowd, Chaz dives off the top rope and crashes onto Terry Funk's body chest-first.*
Bailey: Hail St. Andrew, and here's the cover!
1 2 3!
Finkel: Here is your winner, Chaz Stone!
*Chaz stands back up and slowly helps the Funker to his feet, then shakes his hand before starting to celebrate in the ring. The Funker leaves to moderate applause, but Chaz, the W*I*G fan favorite, has the attention in full.*
Bailey: A show of respect from the big man, but it's clear that he means business right now. Lawless: Well, at least as much as he could ever mean it. Baliey: True, true. He's seem to be gearing up for his shot at Jason Hereford now more than ever. Lawless: We still don't know what sort of match it'll be, though! How can one prepare for a match with an unknown stipulation? Bailey: Here's hoping Chaz and Jason can do just that.
*A commercial for Halloween Hell plays.*
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Post by Andy Duke on Nov 5, 2008 0:51:33 GMT -5
We now go backstage, where we find Andy Duke pacing back and forth in his locker room. He is in a suit, but you can definitely still see the damage on his face from the match. He has numerous scratches, bruises, and bandages. Alexa King walks in.
Duke: Oh hey. There you are. I was getting worried.
Alexa: Don't worry. I'm fine.
She looks at his face and grimaces in pain.
Alexa: How are you doing?
Duke:Just flesh wounds. I'll be fine. I should be asking you the same thing?
Alexa: I already told you I'm fine.
Duke: Are you sure? I mean, I don't know what he did to-
Alexa: Exactly. You don't know! And that's how it's going to stay. There are two people who know what happened, and thats me, and Coltrane, that sick son of a bitch. Can you believe we actually wanted him to join us?
Duke: (flatly)Yeah, can't believe it. But seriously, babe, I feel like this is my fault. I let him get you.
Alexa: I told you, I'm fine. I've got someone helping me through this.
Duke: Really? Girl, I really wish you'd come to me with this. You've picked me up so many times when I needed it. Without you, I'd be nowhere. But, whatever you feel helps. (He holds her around the waist so that they're looking into each others' eyes)You know I just want what's best for you(He kisses her on the forehead), even if its not me. You know that right?
Alexa: Of course. (She gives him a small peck on the lips, and then breaks the embrace). Well, we better get ready to get to the ring. I still have to announce your new client. I think you, and the whole world, will be pleasently surprised.
Duke: You sure you want to do this?
Alexa: More than anything. Now get ready! I'm gonna make sure they're still on board.
Duke: Can't you give me a hint?
Alexa:...No. Sorry. But...I don't want to ruin the surprise.
Duke:Oh, you've always been such a tease.
They both laugh.
Alexa: I know. And thats how I've kept you around so long. Now get!
Duke leaves. Alexa pulls out her phone, and calls someone.
Alexa: Hello? ....Mmm hmmm.....Yep.... Just making sure you're still with us..... No, I can assure you no one has any idea.... Seriously?....Oh, don't worry about him, he doesn't have any idea either. Well, I'll see you in a few minutes....goodbye.
*A Commercial for the encore presentations of Halloween Hell is shown.
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Post by Jonathan Doe on Nov 5, 2008 0:58:15 GMT -5
*We come back from commercial to find Jonathan Doe, Cheyenne, and Damien standing backstage.
Doe: Hello. Last night, as you all say, I finally rid the world of the evil that is...Exner. Oh, its going to feel so good to never have to hear that name again...like I was saying, when faced with a situation of giving himself up or fighting me, he decided to flee. And yet some of you out there still cheer for him. I'll never understand. But that...man is a finished chapter of a closed book. What I really want to say is that I, Jonathan Doe, leader of the Pantheon of the New Revelation, formally announce my return to active full-time competition. And champions, beware. As far as organized groups go, I realize we've gotten off to a slow start, but thats over. We cut the dead-weight. None of you are safe. Tag...watch out. Woman's....don't get to comfortable. World....Coltrane, I can assure you that if we ever meet, I will not fall like my former brother in arms. Hell, even Vin Beverly, you and your newly aquired championship are not safe. No one is safe from the devine watch of the Pantheon!
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Post by Andy Duke on Nov 5, 2008 1:15:25 GMT -5
We come back to ringside now. "Date with the Night" by The Yeah Yeah Yeahs plays, as Andy Duke and Alexa King make their way out to the ring. Andy high-fives fans at ringside, while Alexa King does some sexy poses.
Howard Finkel: Ladies and Gentlemen, please help me in welcoming down to the ring, Andy Duke and Alexa King...The King's Court!
The two enter the ring, and Howard Finkel hands Alexa a microphone.
Alexa: Now, the last few days have not been very good for the two of us. Andy, of course, was not victorious in his match last night at the PPV. And me...well, lets not get into that. But that chapter of The King's Court is over, and today, we start writing a new one, because, as you all know, Andy and I are introducing a new member to our ranks. I have done my best to keep this a complete secret. Even my main client and best friend, the man in the ring with me this evening doesn't know who I am bringing out here. He has given me his trust in recruiting a suitable partner.
Andy grabs the microphone from Alexa.
Andy: Now, I know you're all just going to hate me for prolonging this, but, I've got to say, Alexa, I don't care who it is you pick. From the day I met you way back when we were both kids, I've done nothing but trust you. I trust you with my life, and definitely with my work. Whoever you choose, I'm sure they'll be just fine.
He hands the mic back to her.
Alexa: Thank you Andy. That really means a lot. And rest assured, that despite this new member, you'll always be my top client. You're my number 1. You're my first.....client that is. So, without further ado, I'll....build the antipation. The man, yes man, I am about to introduce is a W*I*G original. He has fought all over the world. He has been in the ring with world champions. This man is a rising star in this industry, and proved it recently with a huge win....I can't give him a proper introduction, so just come on out! I would proudly like to present...the newest member of the King's Court....
The lights go out. The crowd is buzzing. Suddenly, music and a W*I*Gtron come on. The lights turn back on, and out walks....
Alexa:...VIN...BEVERLY!!!!
...Vin Beverly. He is wearing a sharp three-piece suit, and is carrying his newly won Blazing Path Championship. He gets a very mixed reaction from this crowd. Back in the ring, Alexa looks estatic, while Andy looks confused, and slightly pissed off. Vin gets in the ring, and kisses Alexa's hand. He walks over to Andy, and offers his hand for a handshake. Andy just stares at him, but eventually shakes his hand, reluctantly. Vin smiles hugely, and he and Alexa begin walking to the back,as "Date with the Night" begins to play. Andy follows about 6 feet behind them, looking befuddled. Alexa and Vin don't seem to notice.
*Commercial break*
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The Innocent
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Rosie: First Ever WIG Women's Champion
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Post by The Innocent on Nov 6, 2008 1:27:27 GMT -5
As we return to the sight of the WIG Sphere, Metallica's St. Anger starts up on the Colvintron almost immediately. The crowd begins booing rather loudly, obviously not happy with this, as the WIG Woman's Champion slowly steps out from the back, grimacing a bit as she walks, still feeling the effects of that hellacious match last night. Neither Joshua, nor Earnest are accompanying her, as she makes her way down the ramp, belt wrapped around her neck as usual, the women climbing atop the ring apron and delicately entering the ring, as she grasps her back. Though you can't tell with her jumpsuit on, it's pretty clear that she's heavily bandaged underneath it.
Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen... please welcome the Current WIG Women's Champion, Rosie!
The crowd indeed welcomes her, with loud boos aplenty, as the woman simply flashes a rather angry scowl in response, slowly hunching up, as she rubs further at that back of her's, obviously still a little sore after that match last night. She slowly takes that belt from around her neck, then forms a huge sneer, holding it up high with all the strength she can muster, before lowering it quickly and strapping it around her shoulder, a rather proud look on her face, the crowd booing even louder, as the woman rubs across the surface of that belt, one that she still has possession of.
Tom: And here comes the woman who just emerged from one of the toughest matches in her entire career with a victory.
Jeannie: Yeah... she's still ugly as sin, but you can't deny that both she and Fannie really took it to each other last night.
Tom: It's a shame the ending wasn't different though.
Rosie: Admit it, you all thought that last night, that fat musclebound he-she was gonna pull one out over me! You thought that I was gonna lose my belt in my first title defense and all of you dumbasses were gonna have a new champion, one that make mirror break when she looks in em with that ugly mug of her's. You thought that she was gonna overcome the odds and come out atop of the best damn competitor in this entire promotion! Well... you all thought wrong, you morons!
The crowd boos loudly, as the "woman" forms a huge grin on her face, basking in this reaction and flashing her hideous smile towards the camera.
Rosie: Now, I give credit where credit is due... but the problem is, most people don't deserve any damn credit at all. Fannie however... I guess you proved me wrong. I mean, you came in that ring and you actually put up a hell of a fight in there. I mean, for a pea brained, steroid filled, freak o nature, you didn't do half bad. You took everything that I could dish out, whether it was steel chairs, 2x4s, Kendo Sticks, tables, or hell... broken glass and mouse traps! Personally, I didn't feel a damn thing from your wussy little attacks, but hell, at least you tried! The fact remains though that, in the end, you just couldn't finish the job, could ya?! Nope... you made a dumbass mistake and I made you pay when I nearly choked the life out of your ugly ass throat!
Tom: I highly doubt that even Rosie wouldn't be hurting after that match.
Jeannie: Hell... her hot friend and not so hot friend aren't here either. The whole group took some real punishment at Halloween Hell!
The crowd boos quite a bit louder, as Rosie keeps that sickening smirk plastered across her face.
Rosie: With that said, now that I've proved my point and beat the biggest and ugliest bitch in this entire division... except myself I guess, I can focus on the rest of these other so called wrestlers. So you see, that's why I'm coming out here. Last time, the boss man let me pick my opponent. Well that's all fine and dandy, but personally... I don't like picking my victims, I like leading em to me! So this time, I'm out here to issue an open challenge, with the following exceptions... that musclebound ape Fannie Package and that little skank I already crushed into the mat, Alexa King. You two already had your shot against me and you blew it! So far as I see, I'm not entitled to give the either of you ugly ass broads anything!
Jeannie: I guess she has a point there...
Tom: Really? Should a champ be able to exclude challengers?
Jeannie: You wanna be the one to say no to that beast, Tom?
Once again the crowd boos, obviously not happy with Rosie denying the both of them a title shot.
Rosie: As for the rest of you... I got one thing to say. BRING IT THE HELL ON! It doesn't matter which one of you decides to accept my challenge, because as far I'm concerned, there ain't nobody that's as tough, as strong, and as good as me... not the men's division, not in the tag division, and DEFINITELY not in this thing you people call a women's division! If any of you ugly ass fools wants to come out here and try to prove me wrong, well come on down baby... so I can make you cry like the little bitches that you are!
The woman walks over towards the ropes quite confidently, though clutching slightly at her back as she does, as the crowd begins to cheer, now eager to see who might come down to the ring to accept this open challenge. However, as she waits, Rosie decides to flap her gums even more.
Rosie: What's wrong... don't be scurred! I ain't gonna beat ya that badly. Hell, if i did that, each and everyone of you bitches would be dead after ya got in the ring with me! Doesn't matter if I got turned into a human rat last night, I still got plenty enough energy to beat you all down right here... and right now! So whose it gonna...
"Moskau" starts up over the Colvintron speakers as Ykaterina Milosanova steps out, but to a surprised audience--nobody knows exactly what to expect from her. Masked as usual and holding a microphone, she makes her way down the ramp and up to the ring. Getting in, she makes no fancy moves, keeping her eyes on Rosie the entire time. With one hand on her hips and her head cocked the the side, Ykaterina continues her stare.
Tom: Oh wow... I think we have our challenger!
Jeannie: No really... ya think?!
Ykaterina: That...would be me. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Ykaterina Milosanova, though I am certain that the way you ramble and spew out your words of angst, you are not one for greetings.
The champion takes a long look at Ykaterina, rubbing under her chin slightly, then simply raises her own microphone back to her lips.
Rosie: Yeah... it's nice to meet... I don't give a shit what your name is! As far as I'm concerned, you might as well rename yourself Loser, because when I get done with ya, that's all you are going to be!
The crowd boos quite loudly at this comment, as Rosie simply flashes a smirk back at the masked woman, folding her arms quite confidently.
Ykaterina: I am utterly frightened by your brilliant words of terror! Surely a woman who can defend herself must resort to the reassurances of a child. Let's not kid ourselves here. I mean, certainly. You're free to talk as you want--you DID successfully defend your title at Halloween Hell.
Rosie nods at this, as the crowd boos
Ykaterina: But all I've seen from you is saving yourself from utter defeat by the use of one of your own allies. And then what, may I ask, can you possibly do if that's forfeited? What then do you have? No, I am unimpressed. You can continue to talk a big game, but it will make it all the more amusing for me to turn you into an embarrassment when I drill your hideous visage into the mat and take that belt that can hardly fit around that waist of yours.
Tom: She does have a good point there.
Jeannie: Eh, whatever. Let me know when the hot guys show up.
Rosie forms a rather annoyed scowl across her face at these words, as she looks angrily right back at Ykaterina, before quickly shaking off the feeling of these words.
Rosie: You've got some DAMN nerve, coming out and badmouthing someone like me, who could probably flick your damn head off with just one finger! But yeah, I see what ya mean... what you left out is, that what I did was perfectly legal in that match, so as far as I'm concerned, I won that match fair and square.
The crowd boos quite loudly at this remark, not at all in agreement
Rosie: But you know what... I don't need that big waste of space anyway. Afterall, he's still at home, after that bitch put him through that table, probably crying like a little baby! As for the other guy, he's got his personal matters and I've got mine... far as I'm concerned, he can deal with that on his own!
Rosie then looks back at her apparent challenger, now walking right up to her face
Rosie: And really, that's some tough talk, coming from a bitch who hides behind a mask. I mean c'mon... Halloween Hell was over a few days ago! Ain't no reason to be prancing around in a stupid little mask anymore!
Jeannie: Oh yeah, there's an original joke.
Tom: At least ACT like you're trying to bury everyone!
Ykaterina: I personally enjoy my little mask...it never fails to leave my opponents wondering about what my next move is. My body language is never too much exposed, and since I'll be facing against a big, slow, hulking, ungainly thing such as yourself, all the better to pick you apart piece by piece, don't you think?
Rosie simply rolls her eyes and shakes her head slowly, seemingly not in agreement with this.
Rosie: Well... you can think whatever you wanna think about me, but there's a pretty damn good reason why I'm the champ right now. It's because I'm the toughest bitch in this entire promotion! Hell, you could slap me for days and I wouldn't even blink! You could jab a fork in my eye and I'd have you down on the ground, screaming like a bitch in seconds afterwards, You could even drop a damn fat ass elephant atop of me and I could get back up right after and drop right back atop of ya, with one damn arm!
The crowd boos quite loudly, obviously not believing any of this for a second, as Rosie flashes a confident grin right back in Ykaterina's face
Tom: Well... she's tough, but I'm not sure she's THAT tough!
Jeannie: I think Fannie hit her a little too hard last night and knocked what sense she had left out.
Rosie: And hey... that's a better resume then beating up some nobody out on the streets and wearing a mask so ya don't scare away little brats with your ugly ass face.
Ykaterina: ...which is why you nearly lost your title at Halloween Hell until you turned a man loyal to you into cannon fodder to absorb maneuvers that would have left you unconscious! Surely that is tough! Talking a big game does not make you tough. In my home country during the Cold War, I heard nothing but how we were winning, and how powerful we were! And look where that one turned out.
She hears a few "U.S.A!" chants but ignores them altogether
Ykaterina: You, like the "Evil Russians" this country seems to enjoy to portray--and what I am setting out to disprove--are a walking, talking stereotype. Yes, we get it, you're a tough bitch with man-arms and not even a nuclear holocaust could wipe you from the planet. We've all heard it from even bigger and uglier creatures before, but all you seem to care about is lamenting on it to all of us. If you really think you are what you say you are, and you think it's an actual advantage and not a curse to yourself, then you'll shut your mouth and prove that it actually is, at the very next Pay Per View. That is, if you're really up to it and not just being a crude paper tiger.
Rosie looks at the woman, developing a rather annoyed look once again, but as she raises the microphone to answer...
Tom: Will Rosie accept this challenge? I guess that she ha...
Jeannie: Shut up for a second Tom, do you hear that?!
The familiar tones of “Goodbye Blood and Rose” hits the speakers. While the wrestlers in the ring are puzzled by this music, a good chunk of the audience knows what that means. That means that the CURRENT EWT GND CHAMPION is in the building and heading to the ring. Vile, the EWT GND champion has come through the curtain and the crowd is both stunned and appalled that someone from a rival organization just waltzed into the WIG sphere, without any notice. Rosie looks right at this intruder, eyes wide, as even she seems a bit surprised to see her here, before shaking off the feeling, now starting to laugh a bit.
Tom: OH MY GOD! That's... that's... the EWT GND Champion Vile! But wait... what the hell is going on here?!
Jeannie: Damn... even I didn't see that one coming!
Rosie: Okay... I ain't the smartest bitch around here, but I think you've got the WRONG arena. You see, I ain't the French Chick and she ain't that whore from the streets...
Ykaterina reluctantly nods, her hands still on her hips.
Ykaterina: Clearly he must have made some kind of mistake...
Rosie: So yeah... if you're looking for directions, well you probably should head to the office and ask the dumbass running this joint. He can probably tell you where ya need to go...
Vile: *Interrupting* I'm afraid you two are sorely mistaken. Firstly, I'm a woman, not some freaky heshe like that Fannie Package, and to some extent Danny Taylor. Secondly, That is not how you address the REAL Woman's champion of professional wrestling. You see, I won this in another organization, in which I beat the rest of their champions and won $1,000,000.
Ykaterina: That begs the question...who did YOU actually pin?
Vile: It doesn't matter who I pinned. All that matters is that I'm more powerful than both of you pathetic miscreants. I have the money, the power and the glory.
Ykaterina: So, what you're saying is, you could make a career out of pinning toddlers...but because you've still got the million dollars you're...better than either of us. Call me naive, maybe I haven't been here long enough to understand how this country works, but that doesn't seem like much of a federation for wrestling.
Vile: OK, you naive pile of waste, When I came there, everyone left. Juri, Synthy, Maeve fought me and couldn't beat me without any help.
Rosie: I don't know exactly who the hell you think you are, coming in on MY show and trying to say that YOU are the real champion. You see bitch... that title may have plenty of prestige back in that flea bitten promotion you came from, but here in WIG, that doesn't mean a DAMN THING TO ME! Hell, a million dollars ain't gonna help you neither, because there ain't no way I'm taking a bribe from some punk ass like you. HERE in WIG, I AM THE QUEEN! Far as I'm concerned, you have just as much credibility holding a damn toy belt as you do with that thing... Vile: DON'T EVEN DARE INSULT THE MASK!
Ykaterina: Learn to live with it!
Vile: The last person that insulted this mask wound up being forced to quit wrestling for good.
Ykaterina: Was she from kindergarten or pre-school?
Vile: Clever. I see your humor is as bad as the Russian Ruple. As for you Queen Rosie. I am the one true Woman's Champion. I beat true competitors, you just beat some steroid-ridden freak of nature. Not to mention, you had your mentally deficient run-in partner in Earnest to help you retain that piece of tin.
Ykaterina: You lost me at the part about being a true Woman.
Vile: Well, like it or not. According to this shiny new contract that I own. I get the next title shot, whenever and wherever I want.
Rosie: Now hold on just a damn minute. You see, I'm the champion and that means, I get to say who gets to face me and who doesn't. You haven't done a damn thing here to prove to me that you even deserve a shot at this! And no, running your mouth doesn't qualify ya I'm afraid.
Vile: Oh, that's another thing about this contract. It says here if you don't put it up against me, you get stripped of the belt and FIRED! Now I know your precious keeper wouldn't like that to happen, would it?
Rosie: ... Humph, so you really wanna shot at this eh? Well it looks like I don't have a damn choice. However... there ain't nothing in that contract I bet that says it has to be a one on one match, and seeing as the other masked bitch also wants a piece of me... I think we can work something out even better.
Vile: How about this. I have this belt, you have your belt. She doesn't have one, but I know something she can put up.
Milosanova tilts her head and looks toward Vile in anticipation
Vile: Whoever gets pinned loses what she puts up. In your case, your mask. In my case, the REAL woman's title. Rosie, in your case, the WIG Woman's title.
Rosie: You know what... that sounds fine with me. How about you masked bitch number two?
Ykaterina: As worthless as your title is here, there, or anywhere else for that matter, I accept your challenge.
Rosie: Then you've yourself a deal... but let me warn you both. Before you step in that ring, you had better get yourself some life insurance... because after I get done with both of ya, whether I've got that mask or that title... the both of you are gonna be laying at my feet, in a broken heap. And there ain't nothing that you can do about it!
Ykaterina: If saying that makes you feel less frightened about losing that belt, do feel free to continue. The same goes to you, cosplayer. I just hope you know that in this federation, nothing you did anywhere else matters to anyone here. And while I may have done little here so far...that's something I plan on changing come later this month.
Vile: Listen, no matter how you slice it, I will still be better than you can ever imagine. And as for you, Rosie. I have inside information on you like you'd never believe. I know your strengths and weaknesses. Just like I know Joshua's and I know Earnest's. I also know how you work, Ykaterina.
Rosie: You can have all the "inside information" you want, but in the end... the only thing that matters is what you do in the ring. It won't change a damn thing, because you'll still lose, whether ya know my favorite color or not!
Ykaterina: And somehow, I agree with you. But enough of this. I don't think we'll ever get through to one another until we settle this in the ring, and we really prove who the Queen--or Tsaritsa--of W*I*G really is.
Vile: To hell with this queen crap. This isn't a monarchy. As long as I'm here, you're nothing more than second rate. Because I am the Present and future of women's wrestling. The Alpha and the Omega. And be forewarned. Nothing will stop me from destroying you two as I have destroyed EWT.
Ykaterina looks up towards the rafters, as if rolling her eyes
Rosie: Well as far as I'm concerned, we've done our business. I don't have no reason to stay here, so I only got seven words for the both of ya... I'll see you at the next WIG pay per view!
Tom: Did you hear that?! What a huge match up for the next WIG event! It'll be the current WIG Women's Champion Rosie, taking on the EWT GND Champion Vile AND the newcomer Ykaterina Milasanova!
Jeannie: For a women's match, yeah... I'm actually interested in seeing it. It should be a hell of a match!
Tom: The question is, who will come out victorious? Will it be Ykaterina, Vile, or the current champion Rosie?
Jeannie: And for that matter, you have to wonder what the rest of the women think of this development!
With that, the Women Champion takes that belt from off her shoulder, grasping her back slightly, before slipping it around her neck, then quickly exiting the ring, but not before flashing a last nasty look at her two apparent challengers, as she slowly makes her way to the backstage once again, Vile holds up the EWT Title like it's the only title that matters as Ykaterina looks on at the two champions, knowing failure results in losing her identity, her mask.
Tom: High stakes for all three of these women. we'll find out at the next WIG PPV.
We immediately fade out to a Video package for Chick Aura.
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Post by Andy Duke on Nov 6, 2008 2:19:24 GMT -5
We come back, and we are now backstage in an empty locker room. Suddenly, Andy Duke, who is now quite angry, storms in. He is followed quickly by Alexa, who is upset.
Alexa: I don't see what the big deal is.
Duke: You don't? Him and I have spent the better part of last four months tearing each other apart! He cheated me on multiple occasions. He insulted me, he insulted you, he insulted us! And now you expect me to welcome him with open arms like nothing happened?
Alexa: I think you two could work together well if you just gave him a chance.
Duke: Why didn't you consider any of my choices? Or hell, anyone else in the company for that matter?
Vin Beverly walks into the locker room, but Duke and Alexa do not notice him.
Alexa: I really thought he'd be a good addition back during your third match. And then his title win in Japan cemented that. We discussed the business dealings when he got back into the states. I really think he was the best canidate.
Duke: But really...him? Its an oil and water situation
Vin: Whoa! I'm here now, so Alexa, stop defending me, and Andy, just listen here. This 10 pounds of gold on my shoulder is undeniable proof of one thing....greatness. I don't see you lugging around any championships. So what if we've had our petty differences? I'm willing to put that behind me, because I know that together, we can do great things here. While you may be on a cold streak now, I know that will change, and I think I can be a catylist for that change. Now, are you going to be a man and make this team work?
Vin extends his hand for a handshake. Duke accepts.
Duke: Sure, I'll put it behind me.
Duke pulls Beverly in close, so that they are face to face.
Duke: But listen here, if you do anything to try and sabotage me, or anything to hurt that woman over there, this partnership is over. Got it?
Duke releases his grip on Vin's hand.
Vin: Hey man, that's cool. All I want to do is win titles...well, more titles. You see, you said we are oil and water. I see it as we are the yin to each other's yang. Correct me if I'm wrong, but you've never won a single's belt. I have. And I've never won a tag belt. You have. At this point, any harm that can be done has already been done, and now, we can only help each other. That is, if you can think with a level head.
Alexa:Ok, guys! Are we cool?
Vin: I'm cool as cake.
Alexa: Andy?....Andy?
Duke: Yeah, I guess. Just remember what I said.
Duke leaves.
Vin: What's his deal?
Alexa: While you're with us, you'll learn a couple things. Number 1, Andy is incredibly protective of those he loves, and right now, I'm all he has. It can get a little annoying at times, but, at the end of the day, I know that he would fight to the death for me. That's kind of a comforting thought, in a weird sense.
Vin: What's the second thing?
Alexa: He's not so trusting of new guys. He's really only had two partners, and both of them didn't work out in the long run. You can probably understand why he's not so keen on having you as his third, especially given you guys' past. But keep you chin up. He'll come around. And, I can help convince him.
Vin: I'm glad your on my side here.
Alexa: Oh honey, I don't pick sides. And if I had to pick one, it'd be his. But thats not to say....nevermind.
Andy Duke comes back into the locker room.
Duke: Hey Alexa, I just got a call. It says my new protoge is going to be joining us soon. I know I've taken a few shots to the head recently, but, I don't remember signing on any students.
Alexa: Oh, sorry, that was me. I was going to tell you earlier, but, with the partner thing, and...the other thing, I haven't had time. Yeah, I got back in contact with our old school. The one we met. They have a student who's ready to venture out on their own, but they need to get an in somewhere. And even though they said "your protoge", Vin and I will be helping,too. It'll be a team effort.
Duke: I wonder what he's like. Any info on his style or whatnot.
Alexa: Oh...I think that you'll be pleasently surprised.
Duke: I trust you.
Vin: So...what's the plan here? What are we gonna do?'
Alexa: Well, Andy and I have always wanted to....
The locker room door closes, with the camera man outside. fade to black.
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