Fannie Package
Local Talent
W*I*G* Women's Champion
Bigger is Better!
Posts: 21
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Post by Fannie Package on Nov 6, 2008 19:03:50 GMT -5
INTERIOR- A GYM
*We can see a large figure doing pull-ups. There seem to be several cuts & even some bandages on the figure's wide muscular back. The figure drops fom the pull-up bar, flexes while looking into a mirror off-camera & eventually, turns to face the camera. It is Fannie Package, of course.*
Fannie: At Halloween Hell, I competed in what was easily the most brutal match of my career. I still have several deep cuts & lacerations. My throat is still hurting, but I'm still standing.
Rosie may talk about how she's frozen me out as a challenger, but the fact is, Rosie, you never beat me. You choked me out, sure, the effects of that can still be heard in my voice right now, but I didn't submit. There's onyl one other reason why you still carry that W*I*G Women's Title... & that reason's name, is Earnest. See, I was so distracted after putting his fat ass through a table that another fat ass was able to get the drop on me.
Earnest, you cost me the chance to be W*I*G Women's Champion. Don't even think for a second you're getting away with that. You made the mistake of messing with the BIGGEST, BADDEST, BRAWNIEST BITCH in W*I*G! So, at W*I*G Gives Thanks, I want to exact a little retribution. Me vs. you, Earnest. No Hardcore stuff, no glass, no mouse traps, no jumping your opponent from behind while you put their interfering partner through a table. Just me & you one-on-one.
Don't worry, Earnest, I know that, even moreso than Rosie & Joshua, you're nothing but a coward so I don't really expect you to want a piece of this.
*Fannie gives a final flex of her massive muscles before we cut to the next thing.*
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Danny Taylor
Opener
One Half of the Victorious Colvin Cup Tournament Team
Posts: 25
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Post by Danny Taylor on Nov 7, 2008 20:00:37 GMT -5
*Fade in from a commercial about the latest hit show, Cooking Non-meaty Meat with Faboon Noobaf. We see John Cena standing beside a bandaged up Danny Taylor, who while victorious looks like she just fell down a thirty story staircase. Immediately boos are shot at the Tron from the fans. In response to this, Danny's lips suck in and she touches her brow. Her eyes twitch shut as she waits for the unfavorable clatter to die down. It doesn't.*
Cena: *Talking over the crowd making them quiet down enough for them to hear.* Danny Taylo-
*A small amount of boos echo off the walls. Danny, eyes still shut, rubs her forehead with one side of her index finger.*
Cena: Ahem. Danny Taylor.
Danny: Yes, John?
Cena: THAT'S THE OTHE.... Oh...
Danny: *She opens her eyes, sucking up the pain and gives a weak smile.* Yes, I know.
Cena: *Excited* You know not many know that I'm not that jerk, I mean you'll have to understand if I'm alittle happy that-
Danny: *Smile wavering* ...look...my head has not stopped pounding since I was force fed more alcohol in one minute that I have in three months. My back is killing me. I have stitches on my neck and my scalp. And I'm black & blue just about everywhere.
*Cheers are directed at Danny's expense.*
Cena: ...Oh... So... Do you regret your match?
Danny: No. Not at all. I proved once again to all the W*I*G fans that I will not give up my life's quest as a role model they can trust. *Boos* You see, even when my life was threatened in that unbridled chaos that Miss Maeve chooses to dwell in... Even when I was forced to drink that horrible “firewater”... Even when she nearly threw me through a wall.... *Cheers* .... *She pauses, not enjoying the negative reaction at all.* ...It's okay, John. They know not what they do. I forgive them and will continue to fight even if they cast rocks at me along the way.
*Booing aplenty.*
Cena: Strong words. Do you have any words for the groundbreaking arrival of EWT GND Champion Vile?
Danny: *Sigh* ...Yet another false role model to confound all that I'm trying to do. A so-called intellectual that places me in the same group with one Fannie Package thinking such course would hurt me. I am not here because I am perhaps one of the more attractive women in wrestling. I am here to save, to bring about change to a society that has unfortunately gone down a horrible path. *She grabs both temples as she tries to block out the boos.* Please, I beg of you, let me finish.
“DAN-NY SUCKS! DAN-NY SUCKS! DAN-NY SUCKS!”
Danny: *She wipes her eyes access water no doubt due to a headache pain.* ...Vile, if that is your real name, you and Miss Ykaterina have stolen what is rightfully mine. I deserve the match you are currently scheduled for W*I*G Gives Thanks. *She scrunches her brow at the boos in response.* I am undefeated in singles matches. I have fairly beaten Maeve O'Hare. I have put my body, my very livelihood on the line for the sake of her well being and the future of all of you.
Cena: Speaking of Maeve, what do you think of those that say that you went way too far with that last move you did on her?
Danny: Too far? *She looks aghast* That tainted creature had evil in her heart. If I had not have made sure that her was indeed down, she may have won. And then all my campaigning for purity would have been all for naught. I dare ask any soul to step in my shoes and ask themselves if they had the bravery that I did to do what I did. It was not an act of malice. It was an act of love. *Confused boos.* Too long has she been corrupted by her awful culture and the horrible influence of her father's group. I can only hope that my just, righteous, and merciful actions has awakened her to the realization that-
*Suddenly, Maeve bursts on to the scene, throwing herself right at Danny & driving her to the floor. We can see that Maeve herself is heavily bandaged. Her head has a particularly large piece of gauze taped to it & there are bandages wrapped around her right arm. John Cena steps back from the action & scarpers as Maeve starts to pound on Danny. Danny manages to kick Maeve off of her & she stands again to face Maeve. Maeve charges right at Danny again. Danny dodges the attack & sends Maeve crashing into a wall. Danny aims a punch squarely at Maeve's face. Maeve ducks it & Danny ends up punching the wall. Maeve takes a few steps back as Danny nurses her hand. Maeve hits Danny with a running tackle again & knocks her right through a locker-room door. Maeveis about to start beating on Danny again when security personnel & road agents enter & drag her off. A sea of security seperates Maeve from Danny. Danny starts to get up again, nursing her back. She tries to run through the security guards to get at Maeve. Maeve herself bursts through the security surrounding her, throwing them in all directions. Maeve & Danny clash again, just punching & punching at eachother in spite of the injuries incurred less than a week ago at Halloween Hell. Security intervenes again, more of them this time & both women are dragged off in opposite directions. Maeve is shouting insults that are unintelligible over the cacophony security make as they drag the women apart.*
*Fade into commercial.*
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TNT
Opener
Posts: 40
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Post by TNT on Nov 7, 2008 20:23:26 GMT -5
*We open on the ring in the W*I*G Sphere. In the ring is an arm wrestling table with a microphone on it and a referee. Suddenly, TNT’s music plays. www.youtube.com/watch?v=WCX8gDW4YS0 The group comes out to the boos of the crowd. TNT is wearing a blue Western-style button and collar shirt, black jeans, and cowboy boots. The girls have on red shirts, tight blue jeans, and trendy shoes. Talia has on finger-less gloves. They all walk up the steps and onto the apron. Then, TNT holds open the ropes for the girls to enter the ring. Then, he enters the ring, walks over to the arm wrestling table, and grabs the microphone.* TNT: Hello everyboday out there in TV land! I am the man with the plan! The host with the most! The guy with the rye! And, the helter with the skelter! I AM TNT! *The crowd boos.* TNT: And, these are, of course, my lovely ladies! Tracy Jones, Nicole Michaels, and Talia Bell! Now, y’all are probably wonderin’ what we’re doin’ out here! Well, we have some thangs to address with regress or whatever. First thangs first! My match at Halloween Hell with James “Magnum” Constance. *The crowd cheers at the mention of Magnum’s name. TNT rolls his eyes and looks upset.* TNT: Now, I know a lot of y’all hated how it ended. I mean, at Halloween Hell, no one knew who won. People still don’t know who won that match! Well, I am here to alleviate y’all’s inquiries. I can say without a doubt in my magnificent mind that the winna of that match was y’all’s truly, TOBY NICHOLAS TUCKER!!!! *Tracy and Nicole grab each of TNT’s arms and hold them up in victory. Talia applauds TNT. The crowd boos at this obvious ego stroking. The girls let go of TNT’s arm and then give him a kiss on each cheek.* TNT: Thank ye! Thank ye! Now, I know whachas thankin’. “Mr. TNT. How can ya say without a shadow of doubt that ya know that ya won ya’s match with that Magnum, P.I. impersonator?” Well, the answer is quite simple. Who dominated most of that match? The girls: TNT! TNT: Who knocked out not only his opponent but the person he brought with him? The girls: TNT! TNT: Who was left standin’ at the end of that match? The girls: TNT! TNT: Who walked outta that ring with the three finest ladies in not just W*I*G but all of professional wrestling today? The girls: TNT! TNT: Did ya notice how not a single one of those answers was Jimmy “Magnum, P.U.” Constance!? HELL TO THE NO!!!! So, it is obvious that I won. *The crowd boos.* TNT: Now, to somethin’ else that happened durin’ that match. *turns to Nicole* Nicole, baby. Um…I couldn’t but notice that ya kissed Magnum durin’ that match. Nicole: Yeah. TNT: In fact, it was the second kiss ya’ve given him. Nicole: I know. What about it? TNT: Well, ya’ve kissed him twice and you were talkin’ with him at Parade Of Champions. I just got to know—WHAT THE HELL, BABY!? Nicole: Are you upset!? TNT: Ya damn skippy I’m upset! What the hell were ya doin’ kissin’ that asshole!? Nicole: Helping you! Don’t remember!? I kissed Magnum because he was beating you and Tracy and Talia up. Look, that man is a beast! And, the best way to stop a beast is beauty! I was just trying to keep him from hurting you guys that’s all. And, yeah, I could have punch or kicked him. But, he’s bigger and stronger than me! That wouldn’t have been a fair fight! DAMMIT!!!! Why do you have to be like this!? I help you out, and you yell at me!? What is wrong with you!? Why can’t you trust me!? Why do you have to be so jealous!? I mean, sure Magnum’s a handsome guy. But, I wouldn’t date him. And, those kisses meant NOTHING!!!! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS? TNT: Um…I’m sorry. Nicole: Well, you should be dammit! *Nicole walks over to a corner in a huff, folds her arms to her chest, and turns her back to TNT. A few fans cheer Nicole.* TNT: Well…um…let’s move on, shall we? Now, y’all most likely are wonderin’ what this table is doin’ here. Well, fer those who don’t know, this is a table that used for arm rasslin’. As to why it’s out here, I’m gonna let Talia Bell explain. Talia. *Talia walks over to TNT and takes the mic. Then, TNT walks over to Nicole and tries to talk to her, but she ignores him.* Talia: Ta. Now, as ya people know, there’s a hard case runnun’ around here, throwun’ a bunch of hussy futs because he’s got hus knickers in a bunch. Y’all know hum as L. Rey. *The crowd cheers.* Talia: Fer some reason, thus douche keeps comun’ aftir me. Now, I’ve gotta put thus guy un hus place. So, I would like for L. Rey to come out here right now. *They wait for a minute or two. Then, L. Rey’s music plays. www.youtube.com/watch?v=QoQdLJt--kE L. Rey comes out to a big pop. He’s wearing a leather coat, trendy shirt, blue jeans, and boots. He doesn’t have his guitar with him this time. He walks to the ring and enters it.* L. Rey: Okay, I’m here. What do ju want? Talia: Will, I know why ya keep comin’ aftir me. L. Rey: Oh, ju do? Talia: Yis. L. Rey: Well, why don’t ju yust enlighten us? Talia: I theenk he just wants geeve hus ferrit a run wuth me. L. Rey: *looking confused* Um, I don’t have a ferret. Talia: No, I mean, ya wanna root me. L. Rey: What? Talia: Ya wanna bonk me. L. Rey: What in the hell are ju talkin’ about? Talia: Six, stupud! Ya wanna have six wuth me! L. Rey: WHAT!!!!? Talia: Yis, ut’s true. I know I’m a sixy beetch. But, I’m afraid that I don’t feel the same way about you. *Suddenly, L. Rey begins laughing uncontrollably. Talia looks pissed at him.* L. Rey: OH MY GOD! I don’t know where ju got this idea, but it is NOT true! Talia: Don’t lie to me. Now, I want to hilp ya out but NOT wuth six. Howivir, there are other ways of relievun’ sixual tinsion, like arm wristlun’. L. Rey: Wait a minute, let me get this straight…ju want me to arm wrestle ju in order to relieve me of my sexual tension. Talia: Yis. So, wull ya arm wristle me? L. Rey: Um…well…*long pause* NO! I’m not going to arm wrestle ju yust to relieve this non-existent sexual tension ju have imagined. Talia: Ut’s not eemaguned. L. Rey: Whatever. Anyway, I will arm wrestle ju for a prize. Talia: Prize? What kund of prize? L. Rey: If I win, then I get a wrestling match with you. *The crowd cheers loudly.* Talia: No. *The crowd boos.* Talia: I’m not gonna arm wristle ya uf ya have ivirytheeng to gain. L. Rey: Well, then ju ask for a prize for winning. Talia: Okay. Uf I wun, then ya have to lit TNT cane ya twinty times. TNT: *looking up, obviously having not paid attention to what’s gone on* What? Talia: We’re gonna arm wristle fer a match. TNT: WHAT!? *walks over to Talia and L. Rey* L. Rey: If I win, me and Talia are gonna wrestle. TNT: WHAT!!!!? HELL TO THE NAW!!!! This ain’t happenin’, mothertrucker!!!! Talia: Wait a meenute, Toby. Ya haven’t heard the best part. TNT: What chu talkin’ about, Talia? Talia: Uf I ween, then you git to cane hum twinty times. TNT: Really? L. Rey: Sure. I’ll agree to that. TNT: Well, then let’s get this son of a bitch started!!!! *The crowd cheers. Talia and L. Rey walk over to the table and get into position, with L. Rey’s back to the Colvintron and Talia facing it. As they put their elbows onto the table, Tracy exits the ring, crawls under the ring, and pulls out a Singapore cane. She reenters the ring and hands the cane to TNT as L. Rey and Talia grab a hold of the handles. Then, they lock hands. The referee grabs their hands and tells them the rules. Then, he signals for them to start.* Ref: GO! *It starts off in a stalemate. L. Rey pushes Talia’s hand a little, and then Talia pushes L. Rey’s hand a little. The crowd starts chanting “L. Rey.” However, it doesn’t really work, as Talia starts getting the upper hand. L. Rey’s arm is getting closer and closer to touching the table. However, the L. Rey chants are getting louder and louder. Then, L. Rey starts pushing back. He soon gets Talia’s arm up and then starts pushing it down to the table. However, Talia starts pushing back. They are both at another stalemate. The L. Rey chants become deafening. Suddenly, L. Rey gets a burst of strength and pushes Talia’s arm to the table. However, she is able to keep him pushing it down onto the table. Then, she starts to push L. Rey’s arm up. Suddenly, a guy wearing a gorilla mask jumps over the guardrail and throws a banana peel into Talia’s face. This distraction allows L. Rey to push Talia’s arm to the table. The crowd erupts in cheers. TNT and the girls are shocked. Then, the guy in the gorilla mask pulls the mask off, revealing himself to be James “Magnum” Constance. TNT quickly jumps out of the ring and charges after him; Magnum jumps over the guardrail and runs away with TNT giving chase. L. Rey just smiles and grabs the microphone as the ref holds his hand up in victory.* L. Rey: Well, it looks like I’ll be seein’ ju at W*I*G Gives Thanks. And, don’t worry. I’ll try to keep my carnal lust to myself until then. *L. Rey laughs as he exits the ring.* Talia: No! Wait! No! Ya cheatid! Ya cheatid! *Cut to commercial.*
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The Innocent
Opener
Rosie: First Ever WIG Women's Champion
Posts: 88
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Post by The Innocent on Nov 8, 2008 6:42:50 GMT -5
As we return from commercial, we come back to the sight of a rather huge man, kneeling before the camera, head bowed down in prayer. He seems to mumble something silently to himself, before slowly lifting his back up towards the screen, a very solemn look upon his face, black hair hanging down before it. As of the case with most of the people involved with Halloween Hell, he has a number of bandages wrapped around his waist. The man slowly gazes down towards the ground.
Earnest: So... it seems that I must now repent for my actions.
He slowly gazes back up, brushing that hair from out of his face with his rather large palm.
Earnest: My stay here in WIG has not been the most fortuitous. Ever since I arrived here with my brethren, I have rarely ever had a chance to let my voice be heard, not since I first introduced myself anyway. Some might even consider me... the weakest link of my group, a title which I cannot, and do not deny as of late.
The man strokes softly under his chin, seeming to be in deep thought.
Earnest: Unlike my allies, I lack both Joshua's ability to mask his emotion and Rosie's ability to be fueled by them. My own mood has never been in very high spirits, but with my luck as of late, can anyone blame me for feeling so low? My one lone singles victory, that is not the true mark of a contender. However, unlike both of my allies, I have no desire for these so called championships. I don't need some shiny bauble to justify my existence. Wins, I don't need to concern myself with those either. Only the battles that truly matter are ones that can concern me.
He slowly rises to his feet now, as the camera pans up towards his face while he does so.
Earnest: Everything I do... is in their name. They were the ones who raised me, who brought me up off those cold, dark streets I once inhabited. That personal hell, which I endured each and everyday for so many years... it's all behind me now. The only thing I have to do in return, simply whatever is asked of me. That is why I helped assault Hardcore Hensley and that is why I helped my ally Rosie retain her title. Personally... I have little care for such things.
He gazes back down, keeping that stone faced expression on his face as he speaks.
Earnest: Miss Package... I'm not going to insult you, I'm not going to lie to you, and I'm not going do anything to avoid this challenge. Why am I accepting, you ask? Well it's quite simple... I owe you a chance to find redemption upon me, just like Hardcore Hensley found redemption by spilling my blood all over this very floor. You are indeed a worthy opponent and I must admit, I'm a bit cautious about how strong you are exactly. After seeing that feat at Halloween Hell... I am curious to see if you can do it once again.
He slowly unzips the jumpsuit he's clad in, now revealing his bare front, which is indeed, wrapped in bandages around his back area.
Earnest: The Innocent have taught me alot, but one thing that they have taught me that I do not disobey, never back down from a challenge. Miss Package, you are quite brave to challenge me, but I expect nothing less from a woman of your stature. I am afraid however that you have made a grave error... and in their name, I will have no choice but to strike you down by their will. A simple word of advice, pray to whichever deity that you find solace in... it is the only thing that might save your wretched soul from my wrath.
He zips that jumpsuit back up across his back, eyes closing slowly.
Earnest: These scars that you have bestowed upon me... I will inflict the same upon you. For the good of the Innocent... and for the good of yourself. May the heavens have mercy upon me, for what I shall do to you.
The man slowly bends down to his knees once again, bowing his head and once again going into a silent prayer.
We soon fade to a video package for the ongoing Hardcore Hensley/Joshua feud.
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Post by The Maxx on Nov 9, 2008 10:31:30 GMT -5
Finkel: The following Tag-Team contest is scheduled for one fall. * The F.B.I's music plays throughout the W*I*G-Sphere & the fans get to their feet in anticipation. Shortly, The Full Blooded Italians appear on the stage.* Finkel: Introdusing first, being accomapnied by Big Guido, at a total combined weight of 320lbs, Tony Mamaluke & "The Extreme Stud" Little Guido Maritato. They are the Full Blooded Italians... F... B... I!!! *The F.B.I. make their entrance. Big Guido, carrying Little Guido on his shoulders on the way down to the ring. Tony Mamaluke carries an Italian flag with him which he waves with great vigour. All the way to the ring, the three men continue to make the "hand under the chin" gesture to the audience. When they reach the ring, Little Guido dismounts from Big Guido's shoulders & steps right onto the ring apron before entering. Once inside, he does a little shadow boxing with Mamaluke.* Tom: Little do most people know, but Tony shares his surname with post-antiquity Egypt's greatest warriors! Jeannie: Little do you know, but most people don't care! *Bon Jovi's "Bad Medicine" kicks in & after a few seconds of the song, James Bon Jovi swaggers out onto the stage. The tan, chiseled man, gets a camera closeup, everything speeding up as he straightens his long brown hair behind his head. Decked in dark blue sunglasses & a long leather coat, he slowly walks his way down the aisle with a light step.* Finkel: And their opponents, introducing first, from Sayerville, New Jersey, weighing in at 244lbs... JAMES... BON... JOVI!!! *Bon Jovi climbs onto the ring apron & stands there for a moment before stepping into the ring, he scales a ring-post & holds one hand high in the air, tossing his hair back again before he dismounts & waits for his partner.* Jeannie: Aaaah! His hair is so perfect--it always stays in place, unless he styles it himself! Tom: Yes, ever heard of hair gel? Jeannie: Don't ruin the moment, Tom. *Sugar Ray's "Caboose" hits & a shadowy figure, lit from behind, stands atop the ramp with one fist raised & his legs spread apart. After the sound of the record scratching, the figure is illuminated, it is, of course, The Maxx. He's wearing his usual attire, a fedora & doo-rag on his head, fingerless gloves & a pair of baggy shorts. The Maxx struts confidently down the ramp.* Finkel: And his Tag-Team partner, from Atlantic City, New Jersey, weighing in at 214lbs... THE MAXX! *When his name is announced, The Maxx pauses on the ramp, bows his head & raises a single fist in the air. The Maxx slides into the ring under the bottom rope & springs back up to his feet, high-fiving James Bon Jovi. Once again, he stands with his legs apart, head bowed & a fist in the air before his music fades out.* Tom: Ugh, I don't see why he likes all those awful clothes, they make him look like a total douche, pardon my French. Jeannie: First of all Tom, that's English. Second, he doesn't look like a douche. Third, what makes you an authority on fashion? *The Maxx & Bon Jovi hand over their respective entrance apparel to a stage-hand. They play rock, paper, scissors to decide who enters the ring. The Maxx loses & must go first.* DING-DING! *The Maxx is still jawing with Bon Jovi when he's clocked from behind by Tony Mamaluke. The Maxx turns to face Mamaluke, nursing his head & neck slightly. Mamaluke begins to back off as The Maxx approaches. The two men start to grapple in the middle of the ring. The Maxx gets the advantage & gives Mamaluke a Suplex. The Maxx cockily strides over & places a foot on Mamaluke's chest. Mamaluke gets a shoulder up almost instantly. He tries to grab at The Maxx's leg, but The Maxx quickly stomps away at the downed Mamaluke before making a tag to James Bon Jovi. Bon Jovi enters the ring & he & The Maxx take Mamaluke down with a Double Clothesline. The Maxx exits at the request of the referee.* Jeannie: Nice work from James and The Maxx! Tom: Since when is that nice? It's a basic double clothesline. You can tell they hardly ever actually do anything--I mean, look at the latest edition of "Slippery When Wet." They go out criticizing the Latin Lovers for not wrestling at the Pay Per View, but they didn't even bother to wrestle either! Jeannie: Admit it Tom, you're substantially envious! Otherwise you wouldn't be out bashing them! *James Bon Jovi lifts Mamaluke up & tries to give him a Backbreaker. Mamaluke slips out of the move & hits Bon Jovi with a Side Russian Leg Sweep. Mamaluke scrambles over to his own corner & makes a tag to Little Guido. Little Guido marches over to the much larger James Bon Jovi just as Bon Jovi stands again. Guido gives Bon Jovi a harsh slap in the face & tries to lock him into a Fujiwara Armbar. Bon Jovi manages to roll through out of the manouvere & he lifts Maritato up for a one-armed Powerbomb, but Guido manages to roll through out of that & tries to trap Bon Jovi in a modified Sunset Flip. Bon Jovi claps Guido around the head with his legs, causing Guido to release the pin before the ref has even counted one. Bon Jovi goes on the offensive & runs right at Guido with a stiff kick to the chest & face. He follows up with a trio of Elbow Drops to the chest as Maritato winces. Bon Jovi tags The Maxx back in.* Jeannie: More great work! Tom: Oh come on!*The Maxx slides right into the side of Little Guido & takes a few steps back. As soon as Little Guido starts to sit up again, The Maxx bounces off the ropes & attacks from behind with a Rolling Neck Snap. Guido is holding at his head now as The Maxx drags him back to his feet. The Maxx whips Guido off to the ropes. Guido rebounds & spins around The Maxx before trapping him in an Octopus Hold. The Maxx can't even move enough to make it to the ropes to force a break. James Bon Jovi runs to his partner's aid & clubs Little Guido in the back before disposing of him with a Sit-Out Wheelbarrow Facebuster. Tony Mamluke re-enters the ring & is met with a quick Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker from Bon Jovi. The Maxx hits the ropes again & rebounds with a Scissor Kick across Mamaluke's throat.* Jeannie: Ouch, that's gotta sting! *Bon Jovi whips Little Guido into a corner. The Maxx follows up on him with a splash. The Maxx makes a few quick signals to Bon Jovi before he sets Little Guido up on the top rope. The Maxx gives Little Guido a series of punches before hitting him with a Frankensteiner. Bon Jovi catches Little Guido as he comes sailing off the top & immediately drops him with The Crush before going for the cover. The ref counts...* 1... 2... 3!!! *"Bad Medicine" kicks in again as The Maxx & Bon Jovi get their hands raised in victory.* Finkel: Here are your winners the team of... JAMES BON JOVI & THE MAXX!!! Tom: And with no great surprise, James Bon Jovi and The Maxx win this match. Jeannie: What, you don't think the FBI make for a good team? Tom: Well it's just, they're not that great. Jeannie: Go tell them that, I'm sure they'll agree with you. *The crowd boos their disapproval at the victors of the match. Bon Jovi & The Maxx slap hands with eachother before re-collecting their coat & fedora respectively & heading on to the back. Both men stop on the ramp-way & again raise their arms up in victory before heading back behind the curtain.*
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Post by Team Ireland on Nov 9, 2008 15:23:43 GMT -5
BACKSTAGE- THE W*I*G-SPHERE: TEAM IRELAND LOCKER-ROOM
*John Cena is knocks on the door & walks right into the Team Ireland locker-room. He is met by a steel chair being thrown in his general direction. He manages to duck it as he approaches Maeve.*
Cena: Maeve, Maeve, can I get a few words...
*Maeve grabs Cena by his shirt-collar. She's holding an ice-pack to the back of her neck & her nose has a tiny bit of blood running from it.*
Maeve: So, I suppose ya wanna know why I attacked Danny Taylor there? Like I'M the one that's at fault here? Naw, don't think so, mate! I attacked her because the wee bitch was spouting her mouth off again, as usual. She never seems to stop slabberin', that wee girl. So, here, before ya go, I want you to go & tell her something from me. She wants to slabber about how she beat me & it was my choice & blah-de-blah-de-blah... Well, "Mr. Thuganomics", you tell her that next time we meet, at W*I*G Gives Thanks, I'll take her on in WHATEVER type of match she chooses. Whether it's another Bar-Room Brawl, an Iron-Woman Match, Steel Cage... whatever the f*** she wants! And just as a side-note, let her know that THIS time... I'll be the one to beat her!
*Maeve aggressively shoves John Cena out the door & he collides with his cameraman before we cut to the next thing.*
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ragnal
Opener
Doesn't like pretty pictures below his username.
Posts: 83
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Post by ragnal on Nov 11, 2008 2:44:12 GMT -5
"Revolution" by Aimee Allen plays as Lily-Rose walks out to the crowd's cheers, waving out to them as she makes her way down the ramp.
Howard: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome...LILY-ROSE!
Tom: And here comes the newest of WIG's arrivals, rockstar Lily-Rose! A multiplatinum musician and a great MMA fighter! It's good to see a balance brought into WIG.
Jeannie: Or some kind of balance. I guess guy's like getting off on the bad girls?
Tom: ...no comment.
Lily steps into the ring and is handed the mic from Howard Finkel. She looks out at the crowd, taking it in before she speaks.
Lily: Wow...so hey guys! It's good to be back!
The crowd cheers.
Lily: So, hey, I know there's probably a bunch of you guys wondering "wait, doesn't she still have another match deal with EWT"? Well, sure, but...is it really worth it at this point?
A few people in the crowd laugh. Lily sighs, looking down at the mat as she continues speaking.
Lily: Honestly, though, I broke off from that deal after a bunch of my friends left; Juri, Axel, Mike Ragnal...after that, you could really begin to see the walls crumbling in. I don't know how so few could still stick around after the BIG signs like Dave Davies just winning the World title out of the blue. So...yeah, unfortunately, I can't say I can put much trust in them after that.
Some members of the audience applaud Lily for her speech. In a matter of seconds, she picks her head back up and shows a more cheery smile on her face.
Lily: But that's in the past. WIG has a bunch of new talent, fresher faces, and I'm ready to actually compete! So...ARE YOU READY TO ROCK!?
As the crowd gets excited, Lily nods out to them and raises the devil horns high. Suddenly, the lights in the arena turn red.
Tom: Uh oh...I got a bad feeling about this...
Jeannie: Ya think?
And out from the back as "Crimson Shadow" plays walks Chick Aura, oddly enough with Ada Banshou behind her. Aura climbs into the ring, and slowly approaches Lily, who doesn't look too pleased to be in the same ring as her. Lily raises the mic to her mouth as she stares up at Chick, and asks...
Lily:...can I help you?
Ada is handed a microphone by a staff member near the ring. He asks Chick to step back, and the Asian woman does so as Ada approaches Lily.
Ada: Ms. Aura has shown disapproval of you, Ms. Rose. She feels that you are as much of an idol to these American masses as your friend Ms. Sadamoto is.
The crowd boos to both Ada and Chick, for their actions on Juri.
Ada: You are nothing more than a rock star to Ms Aura. she believes that you are simply cashing in on your fame, attempting to use your name to rise to the top, and have lacked a background in the ring.
Tom: Wow, Lily definitely looks like she's not enjoying the tone of Ada's voice.
Jeannie: Or is it Aura's voice? Keep in mind, he IS her translator.
As the two conversate, Aura is slowly pacing around the ring, not taking her eyes off Lily.
Tom: But he's with Aura!
Jeannie: Just because he translates doesn't mean he HAS to like her opinion. He's obviously in it for the Benjamins.
Tom: Ugh...
Lily: Is that so? So, she's ignoring the fact I trained in MMA, the fact I have a background in some means of fighting, and calling me out just because I'm a rock star? Well, tell her to pardon me for not being another one of those J-Pop wannabes that try to emulate Britney Spears as a schoolgirl, but that's just my style, pops.
"OOOOOH!" goes the crowd.
Jeannie: Score one for Lily. I might actually like this girl!
Ada: Ms. Aura does not care about your music styles. She only cares that you are another idol here to ruin a sport she enjoys, that she has dreamed of doing since she was a young child, and with that in mind...she must destroy you.
Ada quickly moves out of the way as Aura runs behind Lily and lariats her to the mat! Ada climbs out of the ring as Aura kicks at the downed Lily, then hits a body splash on top of the rocker!
Tom: Oh god, this isn't a good sign. She might end up hurting Lily before she even has a match!
Chick stands to her feet and looks down at Lily, spitting on her before she heads to the nearest corner.
Tom: Oh no, not this again!
Jeannie: At least there's no chairs this time...
Tom: Chairs or no chairs, Jeannie, a drop from a woman of Aura's size from that height could knock the wind out of ANYONE.
Just as Aura's about to climb onto the turnbuckles...the lights go dark.
Jeannie: Oh what now?!
Tom: Look! Another one of those videos!
At ten seconds in, the name shown makes the arena fill with cheers. The lights instantly go up, showing the turnbuckle Chick was heading now has a familiar finger pointing up in the air. It's Juri Sadamoto dressed in jeans and a black tank top perched atop the top! Aura's eyes go wide in shock but quickly fades into realization of what Juri intents to do. She glares up at the smiling Juri as she hurries away from the turnbuckle and out of the ring.
Tom: It's Juri! She's back!
Jeannie: ...How? She was like broken!
Tom: She's back and out for revenge! And just in time for Lily-Rose!
Jeannie: Convenient.
Chick storms up the ramp as Ada follows quickly, with Chick taking a few seconds of her time to look back at the ring. She stops at the top of the ramp, wagging her finger as if to say "not this time". Juri hops down from the top to the ground, popping her neck as she slowly makes her way to Lily. All the while never taking her eyes off of Chick Aura. The scene fades out as Juri bends over to help Lily off the ground.
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Danny Taylor
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One Half of the Victorious Colvin Cup Tournament Team
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Post by Danny Taylor on Nov 13, 2008 16:03:10 GMT -5
*Back from a commercial break, W*I*G Interviewer John Cena is seen rubbing his shoulder.*
Cena: I mean, I know she's a chick but that hurt man. It's not like I'm the OTHER guy that's a juicer, I'm a real per-
*A hand taps his injured shoulder, to which he grimaces and turns to see Danny Taylor still looking like she's feeling her last PPV match. Boos are directed immediately at her from the stands.*
Cena: *Says as he spins.* What do you want?
Danny: *She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath as it gets louder.* ...it's okay... It's okay...
Cena: Oh... Miss Taylor! *He smiles at the only person actually know who he is.* What brings yourself here?
Danny: Confusion.
Cena: Huh?
Danny: Confusion over the fact that I have been challenged by someone who has already challenged me before. And lost fair and square. It confounds me. Befuddles me. Irks me. Bothers me. And what's more distresses me.
Cena: I see...
Danny: You see it does all these things because I have already proven why I am a better example as a champion of the ideals that everyone should stand by. I beat the evils of society in Maeve in her own match. A match of her choosing. After she challenged me. So, and follow me here, therein lies the fault with this whole logic. It is a house of cards built on a foundation of sand and sugar in a hurricane.
Cena: ...what is?
Danny: The challenge! Does she not know the rules of the duel? I have bested her. There is no reason for her to continue to embarrass herself further.
Cena: While that might be true, Danny, she is giving you the advantage this time in picking the match.
Danny: Exactly. This is all wrong. It proves nothing. And she wants me to risk my health further by placing myself in another of her Hellish Playgrounds? I will have none of it.
Cena: ...So.... you're backing down?
Danny: No. No. *She starts to brighten to the disappointment of the viewing audience.* She gave offered the challenge, right?
Cena: ...Well, yeah.
Danny: And said that I can name any match type I so wished, correctly?
Cena: I believe so, though I was more worried about my life-
Danny: Then it's settled. She placed me in a place that I felt was a prison where she wanted to break my very spirit. And sadly, now that I see she will not let up, I believe I will have to do the same.
Cena: Beg your pardon.
Danny: *She places an arm around his shoulder* You see, she rules in Chaos. I reside in Order. So the opposite of a hardcore match is....
Cena: ...uh....
Danny: A specialty match from the promotion known as Ring of Honor, nice name is it not? Yes. A Pure Rules Match. *She looks into the camera with a smile.* I humbly accept your challenge Maeve O'Hare. I can only hope in this match we have that you will finally clue in to what I've been telling you all along. *She lets go of Cena and reaches up to tip her ten gallon hat.* That I am a role model that you can trust.
*Fade*
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ragnal
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Doesn't like pretty pictures below his username.
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Post by ragnal on Nov 15, 2008 3:09:18 GMT -5
Backstage we find Chick Aura and Ada Banshou in the locker room, Chick pacing about as Ada stands against the wall, disgusted. He speaks Japanese, but thankfully, for you viewing audience, there’s subtitles.
Ada: “I cannot believe you, Ms. Aura! You were mere seconds from destroying another failure in the world of wrestling, and as soon as Ms. Sadamoto shows up, you run off scared with your tail between your legs! Just at the sight of her green eyes do you show yourself a coward and not a true wrestling behemoth!”
Chick stops her pacing, and walks over to Ada, towering him as she glares down.
Ada: “Do not give me that look! You know as well as I do that you have seen Ms. Sadamoto pissed off, and you know what she is capable of! But that is why you demolished her in the first place, is it not?”
She nods.
Ada: “You are Chick Aura! The best wrestler WIG has to offer, yet you have little to show for it except for what should have been the end of Ms. Sadamoto’s life! You’ve destroyed men in the ring, men who have thought you to be as weak as she is! And you simply run away!?”
Chick clenches her fist, not taking her eyes off Ada.
Ada: “You must remember…what Juri did. Remember what her popularity did to your cousin’s career! Remember how disgusted you were to be compared to such a supposed Joshi. Remember…what she did…to YOUR idol…”
Chick shrieks out, and rears her fist back. Ada ducks just before the fist comes close, and Aura punches a hole right through the locker door behind her! Ada stands up and sees the damage…then turns back to Chick…and smiles.
Ada: “Perfect…that is the Aura that the Broken Rose must face…”
The camera closes in on Chick’s face as she nods, and the scene fades out.
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Post by Hardcore Hensley on Nov 16, 2008 18:09:34 GMT -5
Howard Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, already in the ring, he's from Raleigh, North Carolina, and weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds...C.W. Anderson!
Anderson is shown in his respective corner, donning simple dark trunks. He raises his arms to a few cheers. "I'll Whip Ya Head Boy" starts up.
Tom Bailey: "The Enforcer", folks!
Jeannie Lawless: Enforcer of what?
Bailey: Huh?
Lawless: Enforcer of what?
Bailey: I don't know.
Lawless: Ha, not hair care, that's for sure.
Fink: And his opponent, out of Richmond, California, he weighed in this morning at approximately two hundred and fifty-two pounds...Hardcore Hensley!
Hensley leaps out onto the stage with his custom energy. He sprints down the ramp, slapping hands with all of those stretched out. He begins to circle the ring, still slapping, but stops with a select individual. He waves a cameraman over, and puts the man in a friendly headlock. After a picture, they clasp hands then Hensley climbs into the ring. A bar appears on the screen revealing him as a close friend of the performer. After a quick check on both men, the referee calls for the bell.
Bailey: Hm, looks like Hensley's gotta pal in the crowd.
Lawless: Eh, he's no hunk, but I guess he's kinda cute.
Almost instantly, they lockup. Hensley manages to overpower Anderson, but he gets a kick to the midsection for his troubles. Anderson tries to lift Hensley into a fireman's carry position, but he gets wrapped up in a headlock. Hensley tightens his grip, but Anderson forces him over to the ropes. He bounces Hensley off of them, sending him across the ring. He attempts a shoulder block, but Hensley hurdles him instead, displaying his athleticism. Anderson turns about, but Hensley has already sprung off from the middle rope. He back flips over Anderson, who's in too much disbelief to react, and catches him in an inverted DDT setup. He spins around, taking Anderson with him, and eventually spiking him with his Pizza Cutta.
1...
2...
3!
The audience is startled before finally breaking into celebration. "I'll Whip Ya Head Boy" replays.
Bailey: That was fast.
Lawless: Some enforcer-
Fink: Your winner...Hardcore Hensley!
Hensley pumps his fist in the air as the ref struggles to raise his arm. He rolls out of the ring, and resumes slapping hands until he, again, comes to his acquaintance. They clasp hands again then Hensley gestures him on. There's a brief pause then the man jumps over the guardrail. He joins Hensley as they head to the back, each man clapping it up while the fans chant Hensley's name.
Bailey: Good stuff, good stuff. Don't go anywhere, we'll be right back after these commercial breaks.
Lawless: You may be here, I might try to slip into the back real quick...
Bailey: Jeannie!
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Post by Hardcore Hensley on Nov 16, 2008 18:09:41 GMT -5
Jeannie Lawless: Hensley!
Lawless catches up to Hensley and his friend chatting backstage.
Hensley: Jeannie?
Lawless: Nice work out there, can you introduce us to your friend?
Hensley: Thanks, sure, this is Ryan. He trained with me back over on the East coast.
The camera closes up on Ryan.
Ryan: Hi.
Suddenly, John Cena runs onto the scene, panting heavily.
Hensley: What the hell, John Boy?
Cena: Hardcore Hensley, I've got some bad news.
Hensley: Huh?
Cena: Your apartment's been vandalized! There's a squad car waiting for you outside.
Hensley: Are you serious. Oh my goodness, look, Ryan, just go back out there, and enjoy the show. I'll meet up with you later. Dammit!
Ryan nods his head as Hensley rushes off, cursing.
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Post by The Hardcore Disciple on Nov 17, 2008 0:12:47 GMT -5
*"School's Out for the Summer" hits the PA system, and the crowd vociferously applauds as the new #1 contender for the W*I*G Heavyweight Championship, Chaz Stone, parts the curtain separating the ring area and the backstage with force. He looks around, a big smile on his face, and holds up the briefcase containing his #1 contendership contract. Behind him appears to be the lady from Halloween Hell, dressed now in jeans and a blue t-shirt. They walk to the ring, Chaz jabbering with the fans the whole way down and slapping some hands, while the lady shyly acknowledges some of her admirers. They enter the ring--the lady sliding under the ropes, Chaz stepping over them--and Chaz poses with the briefcase again on the turnbuckle, pointing to it as if to say "It's mine, and it's in good hands!" As if his possesion of it weren't already obvious, the briefcase is emblazoned with The Saltire already. The lady collects a microphone, and Chaz accepts it from her. He taps it once or twice, then, noting the lack of sound, turns it on.*
Chaz: Ach, an' a barry maurnin' ta ye lads 'n' lasses! *The crowd cheers* Ah kin tell ye're as happy as ah am ta be 'ere. Ah figgered once aye got a chance at it, ah was bound fer bigger 'n' better t'ings here, an' wouldn't ye know it, here I am wit' dis fancy parcel holdin' a contract fer a Heavyweight title shot dis month!
*The crowd gives a cheer of glee for the big man.*
Chaz: Not only dat, but aye put on the show most deservin' o' the night's name. If'n ye're me, nuttin' says 'alloween quite like a horror movie. Ye seemed impressed wit' the show aye put on, an' aye must admit, 'twas a barrel o' fun ta do. Aye, but I'd be remiss ta nay mention me leadin' lady 'ere. *He sweeps his hand to the lady with him, and she politely curtsies for the cheering masses.* A 'orror flick strikes me as queer wit'out a scream queen ta make it all seem authentic, an' aye found me one o' de best ta help me out!
*Chaz paces the ring, his face darkening the faintest shade.*
Chaz: But it's time ta focus on curren' events. Coltrane, yer days as champ are numbered, an' they're runnin' ye by real quick-like. Ah'm already bigger 'n' stronger than ye, an' ah'm no dunce, either. The people know I'm deservin', so it's time ah proved it and took my rightful place as the champ. Dun get me wrong, ah'm lookin' forward ta facin' ya, but ye simply canna beat me. Ah'm nae cocky, ah jes know ah'm better'n ye.
*Chaz is about to carry on with his celebration, bu he is abruptly cut off as "I Don't Wanna Be Me" plays over the W*I*G-Speakers. Coltrane steps out onto the ramp. He's dressed as usual in his all-black attire & he seems to still be bearing the scars of his Barbed-Wire Death Match with Andy Duke. Coltrane also has a microphone in his hand. The crowd hails the W*I*G Heavyweight Champion with boos as he stands at the top of the ramp. Coltrane undoes his coat to show that he's wearing the W*I*G Heavyweight Title Belt around his waist. Coltrane has a mic in hand. He waits for his music to die down for a moment before he speaks.*
Coltrane: Deserving?
*The crowd boos loudly before Coltrane can utter another word. He waits for them to stop before he continues.*
Coltrane: You, Charles Stone, have the nerve to claim that you are deserving of a shot at the W*I*G Heavyweight Champion? Let me remind you of your history here, Charles! At W*I*G's first Pay-Per-View, Stuff of Legends, I was busy winning the same match that you were in to become the #1 contender to the W*I*G Heavyweight Championship. At Date With Destiny, I solidified that status with a victory over THE MAXX AWESOME (Dramatic Pause), while you were losing to Jason Hereford. A man I defeated the following month to become the very first W*I*G Heavyweight Champion! So, tell me, Charles, what makes you think you're so deserving of a match for the W*I*G Heavyweight Championship? What makes you think a multiple time loser like yourself has what it takes to defeat an undefeated Champion like me?
Chaz: Ah kin figger ye were too busy strokin' yer tadger ta torture porn ta bother watchin' the other matches at 'alloween Hell, ye wee selfish bawbag, so aye'll do ye a solid an' catch ye up. Ah won this title shot in a ladder match jes b'fare yer match. Ah proved aye deserve ta be champion after winnin' a match like that fair an' square.
*Before Chaz can continue however, “Living for the Weekend” blasts over the PA, interrupting him as the crowd boos accordingly. Out strides Jason Hereford, with a microphone in hand and a sly grin on his face. He lifts his free hand up and his music stops immediately.*
Hereford: Why, hello there Chaz Stone and Coltrane! You may not realize it, but everything you’ve discussed up to this point is completely irrelevant and meaningless! Congratulations on wasting your time, you morons! But enough of the cliché villainous smalltalk…no, I bring something that backs up this rather bold claim of mine.
*The crowd becomes puzzled, unsure of what Jason Hereford means from this.*
Hereford: Permit me to explain in detail. You see Chaz, during Halloween Hell, you emerged victorious from a hard-fought battle with me, over a contract guaranteeing yourself a shot at the W*I*G World Heavyweight Championship! But unfortunately for you, while the match is technically yours, I myself managed to cut my losses and gain something much, much more important. That is, you are NOT the only man who has the legal right to challenge our dear friend Coltrane to the title at the next Pay Per View event.
*Chaz looks on, stunned at the audacity of such a statement from Hereford.*
Hereford: No, I’m not lying. I swear! But really, permit me to elaborate on exactly what I mean…
*Jason looks up to the Colvitron and footage from Halloween Hell appears on it—namely from the ladder match between Jason and Chaz.*
Quote: Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for the number one contendership for the W*I*G World Heavyweight Championship title! The stipulations for this match are as follows—it is a ladder match between two competitors, and a briefcase containing a contract valid for ONE shot at the title at the next Pay per View. The first man to have the briefcase unhooked and in his hands wins the match, as well as the contract inside!
Hereford: Now that may seem like a pointless, innocent formality. But wait! THERE’S MORE!
*Once again the Colvitron airs footage from the PPV, from the exact same match.*
Quote: Chaz Stone just about has the prize unhooked when he sees a filthy paw clutching the briefcase, and a sneer being directed at him. The other hand of Hereford’s also is on the hook, and both men pull in opposite directions, Chaz Stone clearly having an advantage. But Jason hooks his legs into the ladder, and pulls back, evening things up a bit. The two struggle over the briefcase, but in an instant, the case unhooks itself, with both of their hands on it! Both men stare at each other, their mouths agape and their eyes wide-open. The crowd is bewildered—the announcers are too—nobody has the slightest idea as to what to make of this event.
Hereford: THERE! *singing rhythmically* Do you see what I see?
*Still, the crowd is confused.*
Hereford: No? Well let me continue then. After that turn of events, I immediately spoke to James E. Colvin, and he gave his ruling on the situation—and my plight!
*Jason reaches into his pants and pulls out a piece of paper, and begins reading from it.*
Hereford: “Jason Hereford, here is a contract guaranteeing you 1 (one) shot at the W*I*G World Heavyweight Championship at W*I*G Gives Thanks, to be used in the same match as that which Charles W. Stone uses to challenge Coltrane (or another party) for the title. As the stipulations for the original contract were stated, the first man to have the briefcase containing the contract in his hands while said briefcase was unhooked became the Number One Contender. As both you and Charles W. Stone had secured the required stipulations to be awarded the contract, this document amends the previous one, granting both of you Number One Contender status for the W*I*G World Heavyweight Championship.”
*A camera zooms in on the document from Hereford’s point of view, revealing it to indeed be legit.*
Hereford: And so Chaz, I would like to thank you for helping me get this match with Coltrane, who I also thank for not running out of the ring and attacking me like the sub-human maniac that he is while I delivered this statement. And of course, I would like to thank all the other little people, who made this possible!
*The crowd boos resoundingly, disgusted with this situation. The lady and Chaz seem to confer on the matter at hand. Chaz finally speaks up again, turned to his companion.*
Chaz: ...ye've a good head on yer shoulders, lass. *Turns back to the other two men.* Congrats on yer technicality, Hereford. It figgers that such a minute thing such as dat would get a minute man such as yerself insinuat'd in alla dis. I'm as big and as tough as any two men, so aye've nay a problem wit' facin' ye two at the same time. What say ye pair, den? Have ye two enough sack ta actually face each other, an' me, at the same time?
Coltrane: Big & strong as you may be, it takes something special to win this belt & to retain it! That's intelligence! I can tell that with you being foolhardy enough to want to challenge me, that's something you clearly lack. As for Hereford, *Coltrane looks Jason up & down* you had your chance & you blew it! You're fortunate that I'm such a generous individual that I'll grant you another opportunity to even be in the same vicinity as me. Your stench alone is enough to make me request that you be barred from competing in W*I*G altogether.
Hereford: You can insult my smell all you want Coltrane, but my body odor is no worse than the stench of disentitlement that your body exudes, particularly after that little stunt you pulled on me that allowed you to win that title in the first place! Now the question remains Coltrane…do you think that you can do it again this time, when such an opening does little to the overall tide of a match with three men? And Chaz, do you expect that I’ll once again make the mistake of allowing you to fight me toe-to-toe? Believe what you’d prefer, but with all the chips down at W*I*G Gives Thanks, I can certainly guarantee that things won’t quite be like they were beforehand…
*All three men shoot darting glances at each other, Hereford & Stone taking particular interest in the belt strapped around Coltrane's waist, before we fade out.*
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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 Nov 18, 2008 4:25:29 GMT -5
*Back from commercial, we see a familiar figure walking backstage looking to be a even more than a 100%. Juri smiles slightly as she hears cheers from the crowd in the arena. She pops her neck, looking extremely happy to be back. As she walks past a corridor a gloved hand reaches out to grab her shoulder. Her head snaps in the direction of the source with both fists raised.*
Lily: Juri, hey! Haven't seen you in a while!
*She smiles at the Joshi, giving her the thumbs up. The red haired warrior drops her hands but not before lightly tapping Lily in the face.*
Juri: Shame on you.
Lily: Hm? What now?
Juri: Surprising me like that. Last time I was surprised, I was in the hospital for months. I was about to go crazy on you.
*Lily laughs as she scratches the back of her head.*
Lily: Good thing, yeah. Well, it's also good I like you, AND that you saved my butt from the same fate.
Juri: *Averts her eyes* Pure chance. You could have been Ivy and I still would have did what I did.
Lily: Oh, right, her. Well...yeah, I guess you're right. Any means of getting back at that rotundo, I'd bet.
Juri: *Eyes return back to Lily's* But look, I can't go saving your butt every time. *Her smile turns slightly grim.* Lot of monsters here. Wouldn't want one of the good ones hurt.
*Lily nods, a serious look on your face.
Lily: No, you're right. That's half the reason I'm even here. This place has too many baddies running around. They need to be put in their place, badly.
Juri: And that's why I'm on my way to the bosses' office.
Lily: Great. Well, hey.
*She crosses her arms.*
Lily: Not that it's important, just...I haven't talked to Axel lately. Is he okay?
Juri: ...HOW THE HELL WOULD I KNOW?! *She breathes in deeply as she sees Lily's expression.* ...I have no idea.
Lily: Er...sorry.
*She extends her hand out to Juri.*
Lily: But, no hard feelings. It's just good to see you back in action.
*Sadamoto returns the handshake.*
Juri: You too. Call me when you're poor. I probably owe you a steak or something.
*Lily giggles.*
Lily: You're okay on that, Juri. It's not necessary.
Juri: Fine. You'll pay for me too. That works also. Catch you later.
Lily: See you around.
*She smiles, saluting Juri with two fingers against the forehead before she walks off. The Joshi sighs and cracks a grin as she continues on her way to Colvin's office. A puzzled look crosses her face as she spies something to her right. As she continues towards that direction, the camera pulls back to reveal one of the number contenders for the Women's title: Ykaterina Milosanova*
Juri: *Cocks a brow then squints slightly.* ...huh...
*Ykaterina, fixing the kickpads on one of her boots, pays little attention until she hears Juri, prompting her to immediately get to her feet and face the redhead.*
Juri: *Her lips tilt in deep thought, which breaks as she realizes she's being stared at.* Oh. Hi.
Ykaterina: ...hello... *Ykaterina tilts her head with her hands on her hips, her mask completely hiding any expression at all.*
Juri: ...I'm....uh... *She searches for something to cut the awkwardness of the situation* ...Juri Sadamoto. BR Juri Sadamoto. *She offers her hand.*
Ykaterina: Ha. As if the hospital should be able to tell you what to do. But it's good to see you back, I got here not long ago but as soon as I did, I nearly lost all faith in this federation.
*Ykaterina looks up toward the ceiling for a moment, but looks back at Juri.*
Ykaterina: There's too many people here who are here simply to exploit this place for being new, and I'm sure you'll agree with me...they've simply gone too far.
Juri: As true as that maybe, my first target didn't give me the opportunity to choos-
“Well, well, well. If it isn't the scared joshi and the foolish muskovite.”
*The view pulls back further to show the GND Champion and recent EWT Defector, Vile.*
Juri: *Nerved about being interrupted* Scared?
Vile: Yes. Scared. I came into EWT, made a direct challenge, and what did you do? You fled to this area.
Juri: I seem to remember defending a title while you were coming in. And had more bigger fish to fry than to answer every "direct challenge".
Ykaterina: A title that, if my research is correct, you were largely unchallenged in picking up the Women's Title. She DID move up to the so-called "Ox Division" if I recall.
Vile: Now we got the mutual admiration society here between you two?
Juri: *Looking at Ykaterina* Can two people be a society?
Vile: Listen Ykaterina, the only way she won that OX title is because her opponent was only interested in bedding her than fighting her.
Ykaterina: I don't know, he managed to survive everyone previous to her. And after a stiff rejection well, he quickly changed his tune.
Vile: Because that pathetic troll got himself DQed or didn't do it honestly in order to keep that belt.
Juri: *Shrug* If my ring work doesn't speak for itself, I'd be more than happy to answer your "direct challenge". A challenge, may I add, you never made to my face.
Ykaterina: Go ahead Vile, you can wrestle Juri, get your metal ass kicked and then be even weaker for the Pay Per View. I have no objection to that.
Vile: Fine. Then the next time we meet. As quickly as you got out of the hospital, I'll be sure to put you back just as quick.
Juri: You're going to take three months to hurt me? You're weaker than I thought.
Vile: Fine. Then the next time we meet. You'll be back in that hospital bed, begging Colvin to shred your contract and never return.
Ykaterina: And believe me, if there was ever a reason to leave a federation, you'd almost certainly be it.
Juri: *Smirk.* And Vile, I'm sure. Though, you might want to worry about retaining your gold first. Since you'll actually be facing two girls that can actually wrestle.
Vile: Trust me. I'll be wearing two titles after WIG Gives Thanks gets through. I have one, Rosie's title will be the other one. Also, Ykaterina. Remember titles come and go, but your mask will be gone forever. The entire world will finally get to see why all Russian ladies are nothing but crooked teethed, and just should rather be shot.
Juri: So... what are you hiding behind YOUR Pink Power Ranger mask, Vile?
Vile: It's purple you myopic imputent despot. I earned this through the lucha schools in AAA and CMLL in Mexico. Be warned, the last person that mocked this, I forced into retirement...AGAIN!
Ykaterina: ...the visor looks a little off.
Juri: Now you're beating up old people too? *Mock shock*
Ykaterina: Toddlers...old people...shooting deformed women...when will the human rights violations end? I'll suppose you support Phrenology and Eugenics too?
Juri: She already supports assisted suicide. Every time she walks into the ring, she helps all the excitement die.
Vile: My beliefs are of no concern to you. What you should be concerned about is that I will put you two in intensive care. Especially since you two jokers obviously don't respect pure talent. Otherwise, you'd be bowing down to someone superior, like me.
Juri: Oh great. She's into bondage too.
Ykaterina: She just doesn't know when to stop, does she Juri?
Juri: Kids watch this show, you know.
Vile: I don't give a damn about the kids. I'm only here for one thing. That Woman's title around Rosie's waist. And you two are becoming the biggest waste of time. I have more important things to do.
Ykaterina: Oooh! Cheap heat!
*Vile exits*
Juri: *She calls out.* Have fun at the Cosplay Convention. I hear it's Joker night.
Vile: *Off-screen* Tell you buddy Synthy that she'd be better off dead than to face off against me.
Ykaterina: Hello? Yes. I have a question. Do you ever actually have any social skills, or did you fall in a well during a Crusade and not wake up for almost a thousand years?
Juri: *Her smile has faded.* Let her go. She'll be in for a rude awakening soon enough.
Ykaterina: Good point. I just...it's getting agitating waiting to harm someone who disgraces the industry so thoroughly. I'm going to have to train more. I want her to feel as much pain as possible when her day of reckoning comes.
Juri: *She stares at the direction of Vile's departure.* She's no slouch though. Do me a favor, and put her in her place. A place without a title.
Ykaterina: That...that, I think, is something I can do. And to you, I would wish you good luck in what I presume to be a battle with Chick Aura. But then again...luck has nothing to do with what you can really accomplish, does it?
Juri: Ability, Strength, Determination... All in this business would be hallow without a bit of luck thrown in, right? At least as far as I figure.
Ykaterina: Well sure, if you see it that way...but when luck works against you, what is there left when that is what you rely on?
Juri: Can't give away everything, can I? *She turns and begins to walk away.* Luck to you as well.
Ykaterina: Goodbye, and may we meet once again in the future...even if not as we are now.
*Ykaterina too turns and walks away, muttering something to herself in a hurried tone. The camera goes back to Juri who has locked on to her destination: the office of James E. Colvin. Her hand rises to the door she pauses before knocking upon the door.*
Colvin: 'Tis some visitor, tapping at my chamber door. Only this, and nothing more.
*Juri cocks an eyebrow, shrugs, then reaches for the door knob. Just mere inches into the door opening it slams shut. A hand appears next to head. Immediately Juri's eyes snap into attention and the camera pulls back yet again. The crowd reacts unfavorably upon seeing the individual who blocked Juri's way. None other than Danny Taylor.*
Danny: *Smiling and shaking her head at the boos.* Miss Juri Sadamoto-
Juri: *Interrupting* BR.
Danny: Forgive me, I am not use to your unorthodox stage name. *She steps closer to Juri and removes her hand from the door.* I was beginning to think we'd never meet. My name is-
Juri: Oh, believe me I know just who you are. You're the one that claims to be a role model. You're the one that had my little sister sent away. And you're the one that caused me to be even more lonely than what I was. *She steps closer to Danny so that they are face to face now.* Chick maybe the first on my list, but don't think I haven't forgot about you.
Danny: Slander does not become you, Miss Sadamoto. *She stands completely straight up, showing off her height advantage.* And next time you try to threaten my good health, I will have you know that am undefeated in this fed-
Juri: So am I, join the club.
Danny: Yes, but after the PPV I will still be undefeated. And if you do indeed go into that office for what I think you are going for... You won't be in that club for long.
Juri: *Squinting* Is that why you stopped me? For this rousing speech? If so, Vile beat you to the punch.
Danny: Since vocabulary is not as important to you as self mutilation, I will condense my message.
Juri: You'd do that, for me? How sweet.
Danny: *Staring straight into Juri's eyes.* I will not let you corrupt these fine people anymore than your kind already has. I am the role model those fine people can trust. *Boos.* And I will not have ANOTHER “big name” take away all that I've worked for. I've worked harder than any other woman on this roster. I should be champion. Not Rosie. Not Ykaterina. Not Vile. And especially not you.
Juri: That's the short version? Damn, chicky, sometimes less is more. For example... *She pushes her head upward to that her forehead touches Danny's.* Underestimate me, block my path, or hurt my family ever again and I will rip the pulp off your bones... Fry it in a pan... And force you to eat it, oil & all.
Danny: *Her smile dissipates and she takes a few steps back.* You disgust me. But no matter. It is not like you will live past Miss Chick Aura's wraith. *She offers her hand.* So allow me to wish you a speedy recovery so that I may put you out just like I did your “family”.
*Juri stares at the hand of Danny then back at her face. She tilts her head sideways and smiles.*
Juri: I wouldn't worry about me. You have Maeve to dance with in a Pure Rules match, a match where you have nowhere to hide. And if you run, all of your talk of being a role model will just be that. Talk.
*Danny's eyes blink then bug out slightly as that realization sets in.*
Danny: I am not afraid of Miss O'Hare and her-
Juri: I'm sure that Custer guy thought he was going to win too. But sometimes brains.... *She points at Danny's forehead, who's eyes go slightly cross staring at it.* Don't mean a damn thing.
*Danny grits her teeth and flares her nose as she falls silent.*
Juri: If Maeve leaves any piece of you after your match... Lexi and Synthy would love to finish the remnants off. And believe me, if you truly think you've gotten rid of them for good... Well... You don't have much brains going for you there either. Now... *She looks at the door and then at Danny blocking it's path.* We done?
Danny: ...For now, I shall give my leave. But do not think this is-
Juri: Vile beat you there too.
*Taylor lingers but for a moment before turning slowly and walking away. Satisfied she can finally relax, she looses up and opens the door. Her eyes adjust to the lights but for a second before she finally steps in. Fade to commercial.*
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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 18, 2008 16:31:41 GMT -5
As we return to the sight of the WIGSphere, immediately the sounds of March to the Scaffold begin to pick up on the Colvintron, as the crowd begins booing quite loudly in response as they hear this familiar tune. The entrance ramp becomes bathed in a golden light once more, as an equally familiar young man emerges from the back, arms folded calmly behind his back, though he seems to be suffering a bit of aftermath from that Monster's Ball at Halloween Hell. He grasps his back slightly, before slowly making his way down to the ring, all with that eerily calm smile across his face.
Tom: I don't like the looks of this...
Jeannie: And why is that exactly Tom? The fact that he makes you look hideous in comparison?
He quickly makes his way towards the ring, as he casts a quick gaze towards the audience. The young man then quickly turns his attention back towards the ring, calmly entering inside of it, as he steps towards the center of the ring, calmly asking for the microphone from WIG announcer Howard Finkel, who simply hands it over, before quickly exiting the ring. The crowd boos especially loudly as this familiar man enters the ring, himself simply ignoring their jeers as he stands in the center of the WIG ring, beginning to speak as his music fades out.
Tom: It looks like Joshua has some words, presumably for his rival in the past few months, Hardcore Hensley.
Joshua: ... Hardcore Hensley, that was a very strong effort you put up against me at Halloween Hell. You indeed showed me just how skilled you are in that ring, as you have done so in the past. I was very impressed with your killer instincts, your ruthlessness, your viciousness, and every attempt you made to harm me. It was quite a pleasing to behold, watching as my rival did everything in his power to put me out of commission. Whether it involved tables, ring bells, or raw force, you indeed succeeded in taking me out.
He keeps that continued smile across his face, now slowly clapping in recognition of Hensley's efforts, the crowd giving a bit of a mixed reaction towards this.
Joshua: However...
He immediately stops this clapping.
Joshua: In the end, you simply could not finish the job. You could not pin me down to the mat for that coveted three count, that you sought so much. Therefore, you still have yet to defeat me Hensley. It's a shame... but you have nobody to blame but yourself. You were so intent on harming me, that you lost sight of the rest of your surroundings, namely the Celtic Giant, Shane Malone, who seemed more than happy to send you to join me in a heap amongst those ruined tables. Thus costing you a chance at redemption... and leaving you with not a victory to your name against me.
The crowd boos this, including an especially loud friend of the WIG wrestler in question. Joshua then looks out towards that crowd once again, nodding intently as he does so.
Joshua: These people... your fans, they cheer your efforts so valiantly. They are what makes you what you are Hensley. You thrive on their reactions, you feed on their emotions, and you strengthen yourself with their voices. That is what you makes you weak Hensley, you fight only to please these people... which is such a useless endeavor. If you want to defeat me Hensley, you'll have to stop focusing on making these people happy. After all... you are not an entertainer Hensley, you are a wrestler.
The crowd boos especially loudly now, not happy with Joshua speaking as such about them.
Joshua: In the grand scheme of things, only your own actions matter. The actions of these fans of your's... they don't mean a thing to me. No matter how loudly they cheer, in the end, they are nothing but weaklings. The only people that you can compare yourself to. Hensley... it is time that I showed you exactly what the Innocent is capable of. I will break your spirit... by breaking theirs.
Jeannie: What is that supposed to mean?
Tom: I have no idea, but it doesn't sound... wait a second!
The crowd suddenly stops, seeming confused by this, when suddenly a familiar man gets tossed over the barricade by the towering Earnest! The crowd begins booing loudly, as Ryan pushes up to his feet, only to receive a vicious head butt sending him down to the ground, grasping at his forehead! Earnest then yanks him up by the neck, before walking over and throwing him inside the ring, where Joshua awaits. The crowd continues their booing, as Ryan slowly pushes to his feet, just in time to receive a lightning fast kick to the face, sending him down in a heap! The crowd is livid now, as they begin booing nonstop, Ryan grasping his forehead further, which is now spurting blood.
Earnest meanwhile is digging around underneath the ring, as Joshua walks over calmly, before stomping down and grinding his foot right across that gash, Ryan screaming in pain at this. Earnest meanwhile tosses in what looks to be a chair. Joshua looks down at it and nods, slowly raising it up, as Ryan tries to push to his feet once again, Joshua immediately thrusting it right into that wound, sending him back down to the mat, grasping further still! The crazed young man then nods, before slowly opening up that chair, then walking over and draping it across Ryan's face, before quickly springing atop the turnbuckle, then coming off with a vicious double footed stomp, driving that steel right into Ryan's facial features! He rolls along the mat in pain, slowly pushing to his feet once again, as Joshua now readies himself, focusing intently, then leaping as he rises and snapping off the Soul Cleanser, sending Ryan down to the ground once again, now in a motionless heap.
Tom: THE INNOCENT ARE SICK BASTARDS! LOOK AT THIS!!!
Jeannie: Oh my god...
Almost immediately, security charges down to the ring, only for Joshua to quickly to slip out as they approach. The crowd is beyond pissed by these actions, as Ryan lays there on the mat, a bloody mess at this point, not even moving now. Joshua slowly raises that microphone to his lips once more.
Joshua: Hensley... your fans are weak, just like you. Next time the two of us meet in the ring once again, I will do everything in my power to make sure that you and Ryan here share a hospital room. Not for my own enjoyment mind you... but for the good of you, for the good of these people, and for the good of the Innocent. You will pay dearly for interfering with their will... and with their strength, I will strike you down! Only then can you repent for your actions...
With that, Joshua drops that microphone to the ground, as March to the Scaffold starts up once again, both Joshua and Earnest quickly taking their leave, as the crowd boos especially loudly at this sight, while the man known as Ryan lays inside that ring, looking to be completely lifeless at this point. Almost immediately, EMTs begin pouring out from the backstage area, quickly checking on this unconscious man. As they do so, the two Innocent members have slipped off to the backstage.
Tom: This is just... just vile. These people need to be locked up. They may have just ended a man life... and they did it just to prove a point?!
Jeannie: Hardcore Hensley is going to be out for blood after this, you can be sure of that.
Tom: Joshua and the Innocent may have just made the biggest mistake of their lives...
We quickly cut to commercial.
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Post by Andy Duke on Nov 18, 2008 20:21:06 GMT -5
*We are in a locker room. Andy Duke and Vin Beverly are sitting on couches on opposite sides of the room.
Vin: So...what are we doing for the PPV?
Andy: I don't know. Alexa's taking care of that.
Vin: So, what's the deal with you and her?
Andy: What do you mean?
Vin: Like, are you together?
Andy: Don't even go there!
Vin: I'm just saying, I mean, if you aren't boning her...you've worked a ton of places, and I've seen some of the girls backstage. If you're not boning either her or a bunch of the ring-rats or something, then you've got the iron will or something.
Andy: Just drop it.
Vin: Ok. But I'm just saying, Alexa is an amazing looking girl, and I'm sure most guys would kill to be in your situation, that is, if you're in that situation. Are you?
Andy: Seriously man!
Vin: Ok, I get that you don't want to talk about it. Just trying to make conversation.
*Alexa walks into the room
Alexa: Hey guys. Glad to see you're getting better aquainted with eachother. So, about the PPV...
Andy: You get us a match?
Alexa: Yes...kinda.
Vin: Kinda?
Alexa:Well, I went to Mr. Colvin's office, and he set something about his chamber door. I asked him about a match, and he said he had just the team in mind, and he'd try and work things out, and we'd know soon.
Andy: I guess its better than nothing.
Vin: You're damn right it is! This is our big chance to go from two great singles workers to one great tag team!
Alexa: Oh, and Andy, one more thing. This kinda effects you,too, Vin.
Andy: What?
Alexa: Our student. They're gonna be here the week after the PPV. Just thought I should warn you.
Andy: ...Ok. Hopefully they're cool.
Alexa: Like I said, I think you'll be pleased. Oh, and Vin, the seamstress...or someone, said she wanted to see you about...something or other. I told her I'd fetch you. Andy, you stay here.
*Alexa leaves
Andy: Wonder what that's about
Vin: Isn't it obvious. Obviously the size of my package is far too big to be showing on free tv. Later man.
*Vin leaves. Andy scowls at him behind his back.
Andy:....later
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