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 Jul 5, 2008 22:20:51 GMT -5
*We open up on the locker room. The White Boys walk in. As they approach their lockers, they see a box on the chair in front of Justin’s locker. They approach it with caution.*
Jason: Open it.
Justin: Say what!?
Jason: You heard me—open it!
Justin: Why should I?
Jason: It’s in front of your locker.
Justin: Yeah, but…DAMN!
*Justin bends over and slowly opens the box. Jason crouches down behind his chair. Then, Justin quickly flips the lid over, ducking away as he does so. After several seconds of nothing, they turn to the box to see it filled with cigars and a note attached to the lid.*
The Whites: Cigars!
*Justin grabs the box, and they both stand up.*
Jason: And a note *pulls the note from the lid*
Justin: Read it.
Jason: I will. Damn! *reads the note* Dear White Boys, my friend L. Rey heard your apology and decided to accept it, not [wantin’] any trouble. I was a little surprised, but nonetheless, I will accept his wishes. To prove this, I am [extendin’] this olive branch—a box of Cuban cigars. I hope you enjoy them. James “Magnum” Constance. P.S. Sorry about the chair.
Justin: Well, that’s awfully kind of him. *pull out his lighter and grabs a cigar* Let’s light these bad boys up.
Jason: Wait! It could be a trick.
Justin: What!?
Jason: Think about it. First, Magnum hits you in the back with a chair. Then, he all of a sudden gives us cigars simply because his friend “decided” to accept our apology. It seems fishy to me.
Justin: True, but *sniffs the cigar* these are genuine Cuban cigars. Smell.
*Justin places the cigar underneath Jason’s nose, and he takes a whiff.*
Jason: Smells just like a Cuban.
Justin: Why would someone waste fine Cuban cigars for a trick?
Jason: *thinks about it for a second* Good point. *grabs a cigar* But, you can’t use a lighter to light a cigar.
Justin: Why not?
Jason: *pulls out a book of matches* You have to light a cigar with a match. It preserves the flavor.
*Jason pulls a match from the matchbook as Justin puts away his lighter. Jason lights the match. They both bite off the end of their cigars. Jason lights them. They take a puff, and suddenly, the cigars explode. Smoke goes everywhere. After a few seconds, the smoke clears; and their faces are blackened.*
Jason: That son of a bitch!
*Jason drops the still lit match. Justin sees it going to fall into the box of exploding cigars.*
Justin: No! The match!
*They both try to grab the match, but it lands on the cigars. Suddenly, the cigars explode. Both White Boys fall on the floor. Smoke fills the room. When it clears, Jason and Justin sit up.*
Jason: This means war!
*Cut to commercial.*
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Post by James "Magnum" Constance on Jul 7, 2008 21:19:31 GMT -5
Howard Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. *Mr. Kennedy’s music plays. www.youtube.com/watch?v=Klz29_CPf8U Kennedy comes out to a nice pop. He’s wearing a black vest, white wrist tape, black wrestling trunks with his logo on them, black knee pads, black elbow pads, and black boots. He cockily walks to the ring and enters it. He stands in the center of the ring and motions for his microphone to come down. The mic is lowered into Mr. Kennedy’s hand.* Mr. Kennedy: Allow me to introduce myself. I am 6 feet 2 inches. I weigh in at 243 pounds. And, I am from Green Bay, Wisconsin. I am MISTEEEERRRR KENNEDY… … … … … … … KENNEDY!!!! Tom Bailey: Nice introduction from Mr. Kennedy. Though, it was for himself. Jeannie Lawless: Man! Mr. Kennedy really is long-winded. That must mean he’s really good at… Tom: Scuba diving! Jeannie: You know, that’s a pretty good innuendo for what I was going to say. *Mr. Kennedy’s mic is raised as James “Magnum” Constance’s music starts playing. www.youtube.com/watch?v=NAY_v1wKpOs* Finkel: And, his opponent, at 6 feet 2 inches, weighing at 245 pounds, from Honolulu, Hawaii, by way of Detroit Michigan—JAMES “MAGNUM” CONSTANCE. *Constance comes out to a big pop. He’s wearing sunglasses, a Detroit Tigers cap, a Hawaiian shirt, blue tropical print trunks, black knee pads, and black boots. He walks to the ring as some pyro goes off and enters the ring.* Tom: The fans may like both competitors, but it sounds to me that they would prefer James “Magnum” Constance over Mr. Kennedy as he got a little more cheers than Kennedy. Jeannie: How does Magnum come from Honolulu by way of Detroit? Tom: Well, he was born and raised in Detroit, and I guess he now lives in Honolulu. Jeannie: He lives in Hawaii but chose to come to this dump!? Is he crazy!? He should stay in Hawaii with me! Tom: You don’t live in Hawaii, and I don’t think it’s wise to call this place a dump Mr. Colvin can hear you. Jeannie: First, I would move to Hawaii just to be with Constance. Second, maybe if Mr. Colvin spruced this place up a bit then I wouldn’t call it a dump. *Mr. Kennedy takes off his vest as Constance takes off his shirt, cap, and glasses. They hand their things to the announcer, who then exits the ring. The bell rings. Both wrestlers circle each other and then tie up. Kennedy gets the upperhand, putting Magnum into a headlock. However, Magnum counters with a belly to back suplex, causing Kennedy to let go of the hold. Both men get up. Constance quickly dropkicks Kennedy. They get up, and Constance dropkicks Kennedy again. They get up, and Constance dropkicks Kennedy again. However, Kennedy rolls to the outside.* Tom: A barrage of dropkicks from Constance, and Mr. Kennedy rolls to the outside to escape it. Jeannie: Smart move by Kennedy, but I much prefer a man who can really take it, if you know what I mean. *The ref begins a count, but Kennedy quickly reenters the ring at 3. The two wrestlers tie up again. This time, Kennedy overpowers Constance and pushes him into the ropes. He whips Constance across the ring and charges at him as Constance bounces off the opposite ropes and runs toward Kennedy. Kennedy goes for a back body drop, but Magnum counters with a facebuster knee smash. As Kennedy bounces off the knee, Magnum grabs him and hits him with a Double A spinebuster. He quickly gets up, backs into the ropes, bounces off them, runs toward Kennedy, and hits him with a jumping knee drop to his head. Kennedy gets up, holding his head. Suddenly, Magnum runs to the ropes, bounces off them, charges at Kennedy, and hits him with a high knee strike, which causes Kennedy to fall back into the ropes and to the outside.* Tom: Jimmy Constance has taken charge of this match. He’s really living up to the name “Magnum.” Jeannie: I’ll say when he lives up to the name “Magnum,” and I’ll say it right after I spend the night with him. Tom: Huh!? Jeannie: I was that I want to have sex with Magnum! God, could you be any more stupid, Tom? *As Kennedy gets up off the floor, the ref begins a 10 count.* Ref: 1…*Magnum moves to the apron as Kennedy takes a little breather near the guardrail.* 2…*Kennedy turns around, and Constance jumps off the apron, hitting Kennedy on his head with a double axe handle.* 3…*Magnum picks up Kennedy and gives him a few chop blocks.* 4…*Constance tries to whip Kennedy into a guardrail, but Kennedy holds onto Constance’s arm and counters with a kick to the stomach and a DDT. The audience lets out groan.* 5…*Kennedy picks up Magnum and throws him back into the ring.* Tom: Damn! Magnum tries to catch Kennedy off guard, but Kennedy counters with a DDT to the floor. Jeannie: He really drilled Magnum with that DDT. Though, I hope he’s more interested in drilling me. Tom: Nothing fancy about that innuendo. Jeannie: Well, I figured that I had to be blunt if you aren’t going to get them. *With Magnum on the mat, Kennedy quickly climbs to the top rope and jumps off with a high angle senton bomb, landing on Magnum’s back before he can get up. Kennedy quickly rolls him over for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Magnum kicks out.* Tom: Kenton Bomb early in the match nearly gets a three for Mr. Kennedy. Jeannie: Big moves early in the match? Maybe Kennedy wants to get out of this dump as fast as he can. Tom: Another subtle hint to Mr. Colvin, eh? Jeannie: You’re getting smarter, and that wasn’t really subtle. Tom: I was being sarcastic. Jeannie: Well, now I feel stupid. At least some guys like that. *Mr. Kennedy gets up and picks up Constance. He places Constance in the corner and tries to whip him to the opposite corner, but Constance counters and whips Kennedy into the opposite corner. Magnum charges at Kennedy, but Kennedy gets his boots up; and Magnum, unable to stop, runs right into them. Magnum spins around from the hit to the boots, and Kennedy grabs him from behind and hits him with a forward Russian legsweep.* Tom: James Constance tries to take control of the match, but Mr. Kennedy stops him. Jeannie: You forgot the “Magnum” in James’s name. Tom: Does it really matter? Jeannie: Yes, it does. That’s what makes him sexy. Tom: Wait, I thought you that you haven’t determined whether or not he has lived up to the name “Magnum.” Jeannie: True, but just because I haven’t figured that out doesn’t mean you or I can’t call him “Magnum.” *Kennedy gets up and climbs to the top turnbuckle again. However, Magnum gets up, shakes the ropes, and crotches Kennedy onto the turnbuckle. Magnum climbs up and tries to superplex Kennedy off the turnbuckle, but Kennedy manages to counter with an elevated inverted suplex slam. Constance lands hard on the mat and rolls over onto his back. Then, Kennedy drops down onto him with another Kenton Bomb.* Tom: Another Kenton Bomb from Kennedy as he once again counters Magnum’s attempt to take control of the match. Jeannie: Amazing how Kennedy has been able to stay one step ahead of Magnum. He’s one sly fox. He’s also a fox because of his looks. *Kennedy gets up and picks up Magnum, placing Magnum on his shoulders. Then, he gets a running start and hits Magnum with a rolling fireman’s carry slam. Kennedy goes for a cover.* Ref: 1…2…*Magnum hops out.* Tom: Green Bay Plunge is not enough to keep James “Magnum” Constance down. Jeannie: Much better with the name. Tom: I’m glad you approve. Jeannie: I detect some sarcasm, but you’re welcome. *Mr. Kennedy gets up. He picks up Constance and places him again the ropes and whips him across the ring. As Magnum bounces off the ropes and comes running back toward Kennedy, he charges at Magnum. However, Constance suddenly hits Kennedy with a spear from nowhere. Kennedy falls back onto the ropes and bounces off them. Magnum gets up and hits Kennedy with a second Double A spinebuster. They both fall to the mat.* Tom: Magnum hits Kennedy with a spear from out of nowhere! And, with a Double A spinebuster, Magnum may have regained control of the match. Jeannie: Yeah, but Magnum’s also on the mat. Kennedy may have taken too much out of him. Tom: True. If he wants to get control and win the match, Magnum has got to get up. Jeannie: Thank you, Captain Obvious. *They both get up. Kennedy goes for a punch, but Magnum ducks. The momentum swings Kennedy around, and Magnum grabs him from behind and hits him with a German suplex. They get up again. Kennedy goes for another punch, but Constance ducks; and Kennedy swings around again. This time, Constance hits Kennedy with a belly to back suplex. They both get up again. This time, Magnum hits his opponent with an overhead belly to belly suplex. They both get up again. This time, Magnum picks up Kennedy with a flapjack lift and hits him with a cutter on the way down.* Tom: A barrage of suplexes topped off with the Paradise Blues. Magnum may have taken over the driver’s seat from Kennedy. Jeannie: Paradise Blues? Wasn’t that an episode of Magnum, P.I? Tom: I don’t know—maybe. *Kennedy stands up, holding his neck. Constance gets up and moves behind him. He grabs Kennedy’s arm, locks him into a straight jacket hold, and drops him with a sitout rear mat slam.* Tom: Dream A Little Dream to Mr. Kennedy. Another big move from Magnum. Jeannie: I think that was a Magnum, P.I. episode as well. *Magnum gets up and picks up Kennedy. He places Kennedy’s head in between his legs and then hits him with a double underhook piledriver.* Tom: The Big Blow to Kennedy. Jeannie: Now, that was A Magnum episode! I saw it this morning. Tom: You know, you could have just said that Constance named his moves after Magnum, P.I. episodes. Jeannie: Yeah, but that’s boring. *Magnum gets up and picks up Kennedy. Suddenly, Kennedy grabs Magnum and hits him with a leg hook reverse STO.* Tom: Mic Check! Out of nowhere! Jeannie: Damn! Once again, Mr. Kennedy stops Magnum’s momentum. *Kennedy rolls Magnum over by the ropes. He goes for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Magnum puts his foot on the ropes.* 3! *Kennedy jumps up, thinking he has won the match. But, the ref sees Constance’s foot on the bottom rope.* Tom: Kennedy thinks he’s won the match, but the ref sees Magnum’s foot on the rope. Jeannie: A little premature celebration, eh? I don’t like that, mainly because I don’t like premature anything. *The ref tells Kennedy that Magnum’s foot was on the rope. Kennedy argues with him a little bit as Constance stands up. Kennedy turns around, and Magnum grabs him, picks him up, and hits him with a throat-first flapjack onto the top rope.* Tom: Kiss The Sabre out of nowhere! Jeannie: He shouldn’t have been celebrating prematurely. That’s why I don’t like premature things, among other reasons. *Constance stands up as Kennedy moves to the center of the ring, holding his throat. Constance grabs Kennedy from behind and hits him with a reverse thrown inverted Death Valley Driver. He rolls Kennedy over and goes fro a pin.* Ref: 1…2…3! *The bell rings, and the crowd pops.* Finkel: Here’s your winner—JAMES “MAGNUM” CONSTANCE. Tom: And, James “Magnum” Constance wins his first match with the Ode To Tom Selleck. Jeannie: I should go give him a celebratory kiss! Tom: Sit down! *Constance stands up, and the ref holds up his arm in victory. Suddenly, the White Boys come out of nowhere and attack Magnum from behind. The crowd’s cheers quickly turn to boos.* Tom: Another sneak attack from the White Boys! What the hell!? Jeannie: They must be getting retribution for those cigars. *Jason picks up Kennedy and throws him out of the ring as Justin does the same to the referee. Then, Jason picks up Magnum and lifts him for a suplex. Justin jumps up with his knees on Magnum’s stomach, and they hit him with an inverted suplex slam/modified gutbuster combo. The boos get louder, and some trash is thrown.* Tom: The South Will Rise Again! Mother puss bucket! What a devastating move! Jeannie: Mother puss bucket!? You stole that from “Ghostbusters.” Tom: Well, like my daddy said, “If you’re gonna steal, steal from the best.” Jeannie: My mother use to say, “It’s okay to wear a push-up bra, especially if the guy is drunk.” *Jason kicks Constance as Justin exits the ring and grabs a chair. Then, he reenters the ring. Suddenly, the crowd pops as L. Rey rushes to the ring with his guitar. He slides to into the ring, gets up, and blasts Justin with his guitar, knocking the Southerner down. Then, he grabs the chair and blasts Jason with it, sending him to the outside. Justin gets back up but is knocked back down with a chair shot to the head from L. Rey. L. Rey lifts up the chair for another shot, but Jason manages to rush over and pull his brother out of the ring. L. Rey drops the chair. Magnum slowly stands up and turns his attention to the White Boys on the outside. Jason stands his brother up, and they just stare at L. Rey and Magnum. Tom: L. Rey with the save, repaying Magnum for saving him earlier and getting retribution from the White Boys. However, I doubt this is over between these four men. Jeannie: Like the Carpenters say, “It’s only just begun.” *Cut To Commercial.*
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Coltrane
Opener
First Ever W*I*G* Champion
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Post by Coltrane on Jul 9, 2008 16:55:41 GMT -5
* A darkened room lit by a single bulb. A trench-coated, baseball-capped man steps into the light.* Man: It wasn't really my fault. Mr. Colvin... He contacted me. He heard I was... special. But he was disappointed by what I showed him. But I know how to impress him now. I can do anything. Anything that my opponents can do... I've learned how to do. That's why I sent the tapes. That's why Larry Peters & Simon Williams were the first to suffer. They were unprepared. They didn't know how far I'd go to get a shot in W*I*G. I needed to use them to get here. And now I'm here, more will fall. I will add to my collection until the company is built around me... * He removes his baseball cap & walks forward into the light.* Man: Call me Coltrane. * "I Don't Wanna Be Me" starts playing & the image of Coltrane in the light fades away to a black screen illuminated by only four words:* COLTRANE ***COMING NEXT WEEK***
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Post by The Dancin' Johannsons! on Jul 10, 2008 8:16:18 GMT -5
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Post by Kensuke Miyamoto on Jul 13, 2008 15:05:22 GMT -5
*We are taken to a beach. We are overlooking the ocean during sunset. A deep voice-over begins.
Voice: 27 years ago, in the land of the rising sun, a humble man and a simple woman created a prodigy. And thus was....Kensuke Miyamoto.
*Kensuke Miyamoto,a muscular Asian man walks onto the beach. He is wearing a suit. He looks out at the water, as the camera fades black.
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Post by C. M. Synthy on Jul 14, 2008 23:49:04 GMT -5
Finkel: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Evanescence's Bleed fades in on the Colvintron, as the crowd boos, as the lights dim once again, as the entrance is once again bathed in a golden yellow light and smoke, as a familiar pair emerges from this cloud, though unlike last week, they seem to be missing their biggest ally. Finkel: Introducing first, from the Land of Purity, at a combined weight of 427 pounds, Joshua and Rosie, The Innocent! Joshua quickly slides into the ring, as Rosie hops onto the apron and vaults over the ropes to the inside, as the lights return to normal. However, before the second pair can make their entrance, Joshua takes Finkel's microphone, looking to the crowd, as the music fades out. Joshua: Before this match begins... I have a message for one Hardcore Hensley. it is not one of hatred... not one of anger... and not one of threat. No, it is simply a warning. At Stuff of Legends, in the next few weeks, you will be facing our ally, Earnest. As you can tell, Earnest is not with us at ringside this week... at my personal request. You see, instead, he is backstage, studying you quite closely. Examining your past matches, looking closely over your every move and trying to find a weakness in each one. I simply wanted to warn you of this... because if you expect to win against him without doing the same, well you probably will not last long. So I suggest that you watch his upcoming match against one James "Magnum" Constance. Do the same and study him closely... try if you can to find a chink in his armor, because otherwise, you can expect a rather... one sided battle. Just a suggestion. Finkel looks a bit confused at this, as Joshua keeps that same content look in his eyes, as Rosie meanwhile snatches the microphone herself. Rosie: Yeah... what he said. Course... like it'll matter, because Earnest is gonna thrash you so badly, you'll be spitting up blood for weeks, you know what I mean?! She gives another sick grin, licking her lips, before shoving the microphone back into Finkel's grip, almost knocking him over, as he clears his throat, waiting for the next team. The lights fade out into a deep ominous blue, and this ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=RFrU_1YPCEU ) begins to thump out from the speakers. Streaks of red pop out as a behemoth figure steps out. With the spikes piled on top of the figure's head, it could only be Tristan Hades. He stands solid at the top of the ramp. As the music begins to cascade into an even dancier beat, Pink and electric green bolt out. A figurine with butterfly wings pops out. The lights elevate into a vicious red with purple and black streaks. Lexi dances around, waving her arms and poking at Tristan, attempting to get him to smile. Tristan bats her away and points toward the monsters in the ring. Tristan looks contemplatively at Lexi and Rosie in the ring. He gives Lexi a "You first." wave and crosses his arms at the outside. The bell sounds, as this match gets underway, Rosie and Lexi meeting in the center of the ring, as the two rather bizarre looking women look at each, Rosie giving a rather scary sneer, as she looks over her opponent, perhaps contemplating how to hurt her. Lexi meanwhile looks back, looking quite excited herself, as Rosie pounds her fist into a palm, before lunging in, only for Lexi to quickly back handspring out of the way, quickly landing on her feet and holding a hand up, immediately breaking into dance! She starts stepping quickly in place, in a sort of Capoeria style, before quickly busting out a Swipe, to the crowd's delight, before springing back up, then leaping into the air and performing a series of Butterfly Kicks, then dropping down and finishing up with a very smooth Windmill, before popping back up, grinning and pointing back to Rosie. The woman doesn't look too impressed, rolling her eyes, as she takes a step forward, holding up an arm, doing a little wave with her arms, pops her shoulders, then smashes her right in the face with a fist, sending Lexi down in a heap, as she grasps her face, whincing in pain, as Rosie gives an annoyed scowl, the crowd booing, as she reaches down, pulling the raver chick up by her hair, unleashing a quick series of European uppercuts, sending her stumbling back with each one, eventually backing her into the ropes. whipping her off, then charging back, only for Lexi to counter with a flying forearm! Rosie gets knocked down, rising back up, right into a front dropkick to the chest, hunching her over, as Lexi quickly bounces off the ropes, charging back and grabbing her for a bulldog. Rosie however shoves her off hard, sending her crashing onto the mat. She grasps her tailbone in pain, as Rosie grabs her from behind, quickly clinching in a Hammerlock, as Lexi grimaces in pain, as Rosie puts more pressure on that arm, Lexi trying to fight out with a few hard elbows, but to no avail, as Rosie quickly swings her around, dropping into a Hammerlock Shoulder Jawbreaker, Lexi grasping the area in pain, as Rosie presses a forearm down into her jaw, going for a pin. 1....2.. Lexi kicks out. Rosie looks down, simply yanking Lexi back up, then dragging her over to the other side of the ring, tagging in to Joshua, as the crowd boos, probably not cool with this. Joshua simply scoops Lexi up, planting her into the mat with a Scoop Slam, as Rosie hops onto the second rope, coming down with a flying fist drop to the face, Lexi whincing again, as she clutches the area, Rosie kneeling near her opponent now, yanking her up by the head and smirking. Rosie: Still wanna dance bitch?! She pulls her up again, before stepping back onto the apron, as Joshua grabs her from behind, taking her into a quick Belly to Back Suplex, Lexi however landing on her feet, hitting a quick low dropkick to Joshua, who buckles slightly, looking down at his leg, quickly recovering, just in time for Lexi to make the tag to Tristan! Tristan charges into the ring full speed, taking Joshua heads off with a nasty clothesline! He grasps his neck, pushing back up to his feet, Tristan coming back off the ropes once more, hitting a powerful shoulder block, taking Joshua back off his feet, as the crowd cheers, Tristan scowling angrily, pulling Joshua up to his feet, delivering a quick kick to the stomach, then hoisting him up onto his shoulders, charging towards the nearest turnbuckle, Joshua however managing to slip free, as Tristan slams chest first into the turnbuckle, Joshua immediately leaping up, nailing a high dropkick to the back of the head, as Tristan grimaces a bit, clutching the back of it, as Joshua backs up, rubbing his neck slightly, before charging full speed, nailing a Running Moonsault Kick off Tristan's back, then landing and delivering a quick kick to the back of his leg, as Tristan grunts slightly, turning around, as Joshua aims another one, this one however being caught, as Tristan throws him up by it, sending the Innocent member into a backflip, landing hard on his back, as he grasps the area in pain, pushing back up to his feet, as Tristan stomps over, delivering a quick series of clubs to the back, putting him flat on the mat once again. He follows up with a few stomps, before rolling hom over and going for a pin. 1.....2.. Joshua kicks out. Tristan looks annoyed, quickly pulling him up, as Joshua snaps off another quick kick, nailing him in the leg again, before Tristan quickly scoops him up in a bearhug, charging full speed and driving him back first into the turnbuckle! Joshua grasps his back in pain,stumbling forward out of the corner, as Tristans hefts him up with one arm, before dropping him with a Pendulum Backbreaker, Joshua gasping again in pain, as he clutches further at the area, Tristan dropping down for another cover. 1....2... Joshua once again kicks out. Tristan simply tugs him back up to his feet, as Joshua leaps up and hits a low dropkick to that leg, as Tristan drops to a knee, grunting a bit, Joshua grabbing that leg and taking him into a quick Dragon Screw, as Tristan looks up in surprise, Joshua quickly gets behind him, hitting a quick to the back of the head, before scissoring that leg with his own, before wrapping his arms around Tristan's other, before rolling onto his back, taking Tristan into a Leg Split Hold! Tristan looks on in a bit of pain, as he feels his legs being forced to stretch, as Joshua applies more pressure, pulling even harder on them, as Tristan tries to reach behind him, but Joshua seems to be out of reach. He struggles to try to break his grip on those legs, but Joshua has a tight grip on them both. Lexi on the outside starts clapping for Tristan, trying to will him on, as Tristan rears back, nailing Joshua in the side of the head with an elbow, as his grip loosens slightly, Tristan unleashing a few more, forcing him off, as he reaches down, hoisting him atop his shoulders, standing slowly, then dropping back with a Samoan Drop! Joshua gasps in pain, rolling off to the side, clutching again at his back, as Tristan pants a bit, nursing at his legs a bit, as he gets on his knees, as Joshua follows slowly, quickly aiming another kick at that leg, Tristan cringing a bit, quickly rearing back with another back elbow, nailing Joshua in the chest, hunching him over, as he quickly scoops him up, looking for the Mohawk Massacrade, charging full speed, only for Joshua to counter, rolling Tristan back into a Crucifix Pin! 1....2.... Tristan escapes. Joshua rolls off to the side, clutching again at that spine, as Tristan gets back to his feet, turning around as Joshua charges, quickly sliding underneath, then hitting Tristan with a quick sweep kick, taking him off his feet! Tristan looks surprised, as he goes back down, clutching that leg again. Joshua takes a quick breather, before tagging back out to Rosie, who charges in, grabbing that leg, pulling it up and stomps viciously over it, as Tristan grimaces in pain, quickly forcing the rabid looking woman off, sending her rolling along the mat. She get back up, scoffing a bit and motioning over to her much bigger opponent, before charging again, leaping atop and pummeling him with a barrage of fists to the face, Tristan once again throwing her off, as he slowly rises back to his feet, making his way towards the corner, Lexi looking for the tag, as Rosie watches this, simply folding her arms and waiting. Tristan soon makes the tag out, as Lexi hops into the ring, charging full speed, as Rosie lunges in, only for Lexi to roll under her, then popping up and hitting a quick enziguri, Rosie grasping her skull, dropping to the mat, as Lexi quickly follows up, hitting a somersault leg drop across the neck, as Rosie clutches it, looking on in pain. Lexi quickly follows up with a standing moonsault press, crashing atop, driving the air out of Rosie, as she quickly makes a pin! 1....2... Rosie kicks out. Lexi looks a little surprised, as she watches the woman sit up, quickly bouncing back off the ropes, then hitting her with a front dropkick to the face, putting Rosie flat on her back again. She then goes into a quick jack knife pin, looking for another cover. 1.....2... Rosie however again escapes, as Lexi rises up, watching this and nodding, walking over and springing to the top turnbuckle, as Rosie groans, rolling along the mat, Lexi springing off and looking for her X-Ta-You-Can't-See-Me! Rosie however manages to get her knees up, as Lexi gasps in pain, rolling off and clutching at her back, as Rosie rises to her feet, looking quite pissed, as she checks her face for blood. She drops a quick knee across that back, followed by another Lexi whincing a bit more, as the angry woman hefts her up in her arms, taking her into a quick Hangman's Neckbreaker, Lexi grasping her neck in pain, as Rosie grinds another forearm into her face, before making another pin. 1....2.... Lexi manages to get a shoulder up. Rosie looks a little shocked at this, as she slams the mat angrily, quickly grabbing Lexi and taking her into a quick Step Over Toe Hold Full Nelson, now pushing down hard, as Lexi looks in pain, trying to squirm free, but Rosie has the hold on rather tight. She pushes further and further down, as Lexi now tries to free her leg from that scissored grasp, but again, to no avail, as Rosie simply clinches it on even harder. intent on crippling poor Lexi. Lexi however continues to try and fight free, refusing to give in, as she tries desperately to break that full nelson, Rosie looking a bit surprised at this, as she seems to be coming close to doing so! The woman however tries to stop her, clinching her tighter and pressing down harder on that neck, but eventually Lexi manages to free them! Rosie looks in shock, as the Rave chick starts hitting a quick series of forearms, trying to force Rosie off, soon managing to do so, as the woman grasps her face slightly, rolling off of Lexi. She rises to her feet, as Lexi leaps up, taking her into a quick Hurracanrana! Rosie grasps her neck, as Lexi rubs her own, then charges forward, springing off the ropes, then coming back for a facecrusher, driving Rosie's features right into the mat! The crowd cheers, as Lexi quickly gets back up, backing off, then starts stomping her foot, the crowd clapping along with her, as Rosie slowly rises back up, Lexi then springing forward and snapping off the Technotic Swerve! Rosie goes down hard, clutching her face again, as Lexi waits for her to rise again, quickly springing forward and wrapping her arms around Rosie's neck, then twisting into a Strobe Effect, hanging off Rosie's back with a Rear Naked Choke! Rosie's eyes go wide, as she walks around the ring, gasping in pain, as she reaches back, trying to force Lexi off, but WIG's resident rave chick is having none of it. She leans out of the way, as Rosie starts to get a bit woozy, before eventually having enough of this, backing up and driving Lexi into the nearest turnbuckle, squooshing her between it. Lexi's grip loosens quite a bit at this, as she groans, Rosie then reaching back and throwing her off viciously, then dropping to her knees, trying to get her breath back, as Lexi turns back towards her corner, quickly crawling over towards Tristan, as Rosie has the same idea, heading towards Joshua, as they both race to make their respective tags, eager to beat the other one to it, ignoring the pain their in. Eventually Lexi makes it first, followed by Rosie, as Tristan and Joshua both quickly enter the ring. They charge in, Tristan however getting the upper hand, hitting a knee lift, hunching Joshua over, as he goes down, rising back up, then walking right into a big boot, sending him rolling along the mat. Tristan stomps the ground a bit, waiting for him to rise, charging full speed for a spear, Joshua quickly ducking out of the way, as he slams into the bottom of the turnbuckle, groaning a bit. Joshua quickly circles behind him, waiting for him to turn around, Tristan doing so, as he aims a high roundhouse, which Tristan ducks, then charging and hitting a running Lariat, turning Joshua inside out! The smaller man grasps his neck in pain, slowly pushing up to his feet, only to get scooped up, as Tristan takes him right into the second stage of Misfitunction! Joshua lands hard on the mat, grasping his head. Tristan quickly drops atop, making the cover. 1....2.....3 Rosie runs in and breaks it up. Tristan turns around, as Rosie looks at him with anger, until Lexi comes charging into the ring, taking both of them out of the ring with a diving clothesline, sending them down to the outside. Tristan looks down, rubbing his head slightly, as he reaches down, crossing his throat, then scooping Joshua up, only to get a quick low dropkick, dropping him back to one knee! He then raises his leg high, bringing it down for a swift axe kick across the back of Tristan's head, dropping him to the mat. Tristan groans, as Joshua postions himself, leaping up for the Soul Cleanser, nailing Tristan right in the head, as he stops in mid rise, falling back down in a heap to the mat. The crowd gasps, as Joshua falls atop, hooking the leg and making the cover. 1.....2.....3! It's over. The Innocent have managed to beat The Olympus Siblings. Finkel: Here our your winners... Joshua and Rosie, The Innocent! Joshua rises back slowly, once again with a rather content look on his face, though this definitely was not an easy victory for him. He lets the referee raises his hand, as he kneels down, now cradling the fallen Tristan across his lap, whispering something, before laying him flat, as the crowd boos quite loudly. Joshua quickly rolls out of the ring, as Evanescence's Bleed starts up once again, as Rosie pushes Lexi off of her, rubbing her face a bit, as she hops up and follows after. Lexi looks inside the ring, seeing the downed Tristan and gasping in pain, quickly sliding back into the ring, checking on her big brother, who slowly sits up, rubbing his head slowly, definitely feeling the effects of that move, as he lays back down. Lexi helps him up and looks haughty. Joshua and Rosie meanwhile making their way to the back once again, victorious in yet another match. We quickly fade to commercial.
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Post by Dimitri Konstantinos on Jul 16, 2008 15:15:10 GMT -5
*The cameras of the W*I*G-Sphere pan to the screen and PA system, a piece of film appearing on the former, as this tune plays on the latter.* “What is fury?” *The camera focuses on the speaker within, a darkish, clean-shaven man with jet black hair and brown, walnut-shaped eyes. Clad in short blue tights with black elbow pads, he folds his arms and rests the behind his head, tilting an eyebrow up.* “Don't ask me, I wield it on a totally unparalleled level.” *He tilts his head, smirking.* “I came to this country several years ago, from humble origins. All I sought was an opponent that could truly measure up to my aggression. My unrelenting brutality. And my unnerving desire to win. Nothing. Nothing yet. Why? What must I do to ensure this? Every man I have battled does the same, they fight tooth and nail, cheating, biting, clawing, grappling...doing what they must. And they all fall short.” *He goes serious.* “No longer can I be bothered to fight such second-rate scum. And it is so, that I have arrived here. There are many in this federation that are spoken of, far and wide, each wanting their own stake in this new company, and each seeming so willing to do everything they must to get it. And so do I. Perhaps that is how it must be. But I do assure you one thing:” *His eyes glare directly in front of him.* “My name is Dimitri Konstantinos...and fury is my being.”
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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 Jul 17, 2008 2:01:13 GMT -5
She's a killer.... She's a keeper... A guitar riff hits; the lights dim to a off-kilter shade of purple. A posed female form pops under a particularly bright violet light.
Howard: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making her way to the ring first...SYNTHY! ERIS! The lighting lessens it's shading, and Synthy Eris can be seen with a hand on her hip, and a lovably cocky smirk beneath her wide black lens-ed glasses. She sways to the ring apron, and flips backward over it. She rolls her neck, tosses her glasses, and flexes before turning to the side and looking at the entrance ramp.
"Crimson Shadow" plays next over the PA system, and the larger Chick Aura walks down the ramp, eyeing Synthy as the crowd boos her majorly.
Howard: And her opponent, from Japan...she is...CHICK AURA!
As soon as Chick reaches the ring, she climbs on the apron, and stares at Synthy. Then...she signals for Howard Finkel to hand him the microphone. Hesitantly he does so...and then Chick steps off and back onto the floor?
Tom: What the...what is Chick doing?
Jeannie: I'd say blowing Synthy off there, Tom.
Tom: Well gee, that was obvious.
The crowd boos Chick big time as she slowly walks backwards up the ramp, eyeing Synthy, who raises an eyebrow as she's unsure of what's going on...until Chick speaks into the microphone.
Chick: You...are not...worth...my TIME!
The crowd boos even louder as Chick turns towards the stage and heads to the back, while Synthy crosses her arms, with a cold hell in the amethyst eyes directed at Chick.
Tom: Well, uh...guess we don't have a match.
Jeannie: Well THAT was a waste of time! Let's get some guys out here now, huh?
Tom: For the luvva...
Fade to next segment
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First Ever W*I*G* Champion
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Post by Coltrane on Jul 17, 2008 14:22:39 GMT -5
"Hello, Ladies." Jeannie Lawless: Hot Damn! I know I'm gonna be interested in THIS match! *Val Venis's music starts playing as the wrestling porn star makes his way to the ring with a towel wrapped around his waist.* Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 240lbs... VAL... VE~NIS! *"The Big Valbowski" steps into the ring & does his usual routine before whipping his towel off & throwing it out into the audience.* Tom Bailey: A big reaction for "The Big Valbowski" here tonight. Jeannie: Shut up, you're distracting me from the action! Tom: The match hasn't started yet. Jeannie: Who said anything about a match? *Val takes a mic from The Fink.* Val: HELLLLLLLOOOOOOO, LAAAAAAAAADIIIIIIIEEEEEEES! *Before Val can launch into his usual spiel, he's cut off by the music of Type O Negative.* "I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be me, I don't wanna be me, any more." Jeannie: I can't believe someone has the audacity to cut off Val Venis of all people. I think I officially hate this guy! *The heavy guitar kicks in & Coltrane makes his first live appearance in the W*I*G Sphere, as before, he's wearing a long trenchcoat & baseball cap.* Finkel: And his opponent, from Queens, New York, weighing in at 234lbs... COL~TRANE! *Coltrane walks to the ring at a steady pace. On the way he discards his baseball cap & trenchcoat. Under the coat he's wearing a sleeveless black top, black elbow pads & black wrist tape. His lower half is also clad in black trousers tucked into black boots.* Jeannie: Now that I've seen what's under that coat, I may re-evaluate my opinion. *He climbs up the ring steps & into the ring, never looking out at the crowd at all.* DING-DING! Tom: This is our first ever look at Coltrane inside the W*I*G-Sphere. Wonder how he'll do now that he's finally here. *Val aims a punch at Coltrane who ducks it & aims back at Val with a clothesline to the back of the head. Val spins around in time to block the move & sets Coltrane up for a Suplex. Val hefts Coltrane over with a Suplex then swiftly swivels his hips & aims for another.* Jeannie: Not too well if that display was any indication. *Coltrane manages to counter with a Suplex of his own. Coltrane whips Val into a corner & nails him with a splash. Val staggers forward a few steps & Coltrane takes him over with a fluid looking Suplex. Coltrane drops an elbow, but Val rolls out of the way & Coltrane ends up dropping his elbow onto the canvas.* Tom: That veteran instinct of Val Venis showing here. He really has Coltrane scouted well considering this is the young man's first W*I*G match. *Val drives Coltrane back to the ropes & digs him in the mid-section with his knee. As Coltrane doubles over, Val whips him to the opposite side & digs him with the knee again. With Coltrane dizzy Val goes for the Porno-Plex!* 1... 2... KICKOUT! Tom: A close call there, Val nearly put Coltrane's dreams of success in W*I*G to an end right there. Jeannie: After seeing Coltrane destroy competition in the indies, I don't think he's going away that quickly in his first match, even to an experienced guy like Val Venis. *Coltrane manages to kick out of the Fisherman's Suplex. He gets back to his feet & gives Val a Body Slam. Coltrane hits the ropes & drops a knee right on Val's head. He picks Val back up & nails him with a Piledriver. Coltrane then heads to the top rope & hits a Moonsault on Val...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! Tom: We saw that a few weeks ago. Coltrane stole the Moonsault finisher of a wrestler named Simon Williams & used it against him to gain a victory. *Val gets back up & Coltrane sets him up for a Back Suplex. Val blocks the move & drills Coltrane with a Blue Thunder Driver. Val segues right into a pin...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! Jeannie: Val showing he's got the smarts to block that Back Suplex, but it's still not enough to keep Coltrane down. *Coltrane is shocked that anyone has come this close to beating him. He whips Val off to the ropes & plants him with a Spinebuster. Coltrane scales the top rope & lands "The Money Shot" on Val...* 1... 2... 3!!! DING-DING-DING! Tom: He's done it again. Coltrane seals his victory by insulting Val Venis, using Venis' own "Money Shot" to finish the match! Jeannie: It may seem disrespectful, but you can't argue with results. *"I Don't Wanna Be Me" plays again as the ref raises Coltrane's hand.* Finkel: Here is your winner... *Coltrane snatches the microphone from The Fink before he can finish the announcement.* Coltrane: You made me do this... Jeannie: What the...? Who is he talking about? Tom: Remember that video we showed last week? Could he be talking about James E. Colvin? *Coltrane heads right on to the back without offering any explanation.*
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Post by The Hardcore Disciple on Jul 17, 2008 21:01:23 GMT -5
*We see the W*I*G-Sphere interior. At the west entrance, we see erstwhile W*I*G interview specialist John Cena waiting by the door, almost pacing. He's clearly waiting for somebody...*
Cena: I don't get it, he was supposed to be here by now. Camera dude: Who? Cena: I dunno. Mr. Colvin just said for me to wait here for his newest hire. Told me to look for a tall guy with red hair. I'm supposed to give an interview. Camera dude: He'll show up. What's the problem? Cena: I have a date tonight, that's the problem! This is going to make me terminally late! Camera dude: Well, don't worry. He'll show up. Cena: I hope so. I'm getting nervous.
*As he says this, he backs up to lean into the door. He does lean into something solid, but not the door. Instead, it feels like flesh. Rather...like a curtain of muscle, scarcely covered by a thick layer of skin. John Cena looks straight up, staring into green eyes, a blue goatee, and long, thick red hair.*
Cena: ...you must be the new guy... Chaz: Very intuitive of ya, lad. Ye must be a detective, wit' dat kinda skill.
*John Cena quickly pivots and backs up three paces, taking in this new figure. Tall and obviously strong, a kilt around his waist, a clean shirt over his chest, and a duffel bag on his shoulder, his look alone makes him fit in and distinct all at once. An amused smile crosses the man's face, and a light laugh escapes from his maw, helping ease the tension of the situation. Cena straightens himself and readies for the interview.*
Cena: So, you're the new guy, then. What's your name? Chaz: Officer Charles Stone, Seattle PD. Folks call meh Chaz, though. How 'bout you? Cena: Me? Well, my name's John Cena, but-- Chaz: Really? Enny relation t' that John Cena? Cena: None. Chaz: Ach, a'ight, lad. Cena: I was hoping you could answer a question or two Chaz: Sure. Cena: What brings you to W*I*G? Chaz: Dun we all think about dat sometimes? Why we're 'ere? Is it fer fame, fer fortune, fer ladies? Nay, lad, I've plenny o' dat sort of t'ing. Aye'm just 'ere to fight. It's somethin' ah like doin', like yer dear sweet motha. Cena: Wait, what? Chaz: *Begins laughing heartily* Ach, jus makin' sure yer listenin' lad. I dun mess with married women. Yer mother's a saint, I'm sure. Cena: She is...anyhow, why are you here right now, then? Chaz: Aye've gotta put the final touches on my contract, but Cena, the answer's simple. Ah wanna fight fer Stoof o' Legends! In fact... ah'm usin' this time ta issue an open challenge fer the very show. Enyone in this 'ere locker room with the baws ta fight me will have just that. Ah came ta this fed ta see what kinda competition this place can give a Scotsman...dun disappoint me. Now, if'n ye'll let me by...I'm expected. Cena: Oh certainly.
*Chaz smiles genially as he walks by, humming an unknown tune. Cena can finally leave to ready for his date, and despite the long wait and short interview, seems at ease about it all.*
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Post by Jason Hereford on Jul 17, 2008 21:55:14 GMT -5
*In the W*I*G-Sphere, the crowd prepares for their next scheduled match, eyes staying pealed on the Colvintron.* Bailey: So, Chaz...how about that guy?? Lawless: *amorously* Yeah...how about him! Bailey: Uh-huh. Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall. Introducing first... * “Warrior's Code” by Dropkick Murphy's starts up as a stern-looking Damien McKnight steps on out to the stage to cheers.* Finkel: From South Boston, weighing in at 235 pounds, he is the CELTIC REBEL...DAMIEN MCKNIIIIIIGHT! *Damien hoofs it down to the ring, slapping hands with the occasional audience member, before sliding in and adjusting his cargo pants around his waist, and leaning into the ropes closest to the commentary tables. As he looks on at the Colvintron and the accompanying PA system, his music fades out.* Lawless: Mmmmm... Bailey: Hmm! Damien McKnight is one of W*I*G's more unique combatants, and he's got the prison track record to match. Good thing he's reformed! Finkel: And his opponent... *The opening bars of Hard Fi's “Living for the Weekend” start up, and as soon as the guitar hits, out steps the disheveled Jason Hereford to boos, stalking onto the stage and like the fallen aristocrat he is, raises one arm high, pointed up to the sky.* Finkel: From San Diego, California, weighing in at 221 pounds...JASON HEREFORD! *Jason struts on down to the ring in the style befitting of his old days, adjusting his cracked shades and running his fingers through his dirty hair, not allowing himself to be touched by his now more-affluent “fans.” As he goes to the ring, he tosses a few choice words at the more fervent crowd members, before hiking up the steps and climbing into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle and glares condescendingly, much to the amusement of Damien and the fans, neither of which can hold back laughing. He leaps and turns around, stumbling onto the mat and quickly removing his sunglasses and torn trench coat. After handing them to the referee, Hereford cracks his knuckles and gives a sneer to his opponent for the night. His music fades out after the referee tosses his gear away, after which calling for the bell.* Bailey: And there's Jason Hereford, the man that smells like a goat, and judging by that scruff, kinda looks like one too. Lawless: Goatboy? Bailey: Are we here li-li-live, in neewewewework? Lawless: You're a dork. DING DING DING! *Damien McKnight and Jason Hereford both stare each other down, and Hereford goes for the initial attack, the two locking up in a collar and elbow, and him trying to overpower the similarly-sized McKnight. Each one pushes back against the other, with very little of an advantage gained by either man. Hereford manages to slip his opponent in a headlock, wrenching away at Damien McKnight, but in the end, he simply gets grabbed around the waist, hoisted up and back suplexed down to the mat! The crowd cheers, and the indignant Jason Hereford claws himself to his feet to attempt another attack. He launches himself straight at Damien, attempting to armdrag the “Celtic Rebel,” instead ending up on the receiving end of an Irish Whip straight into the ropes. Hereford comes bouncing back, and McKnight swings hard with a clothesline that is ducked right away. Hereford comes running back to deliver a counter-attack, going for a clothesline of his own. McKnight doesn't even dodge it, simply grabbing Hereford's arm and armdragging him to the mat. Jason shoots up to his feet, slapping the mat in a frenzy but backing off before he gets smoked a third time. Scratching his head, he retreats to a nearby corner, sitting halfway in and out of the ring to rethink a tentative strategy. Damien will have none of this, and simply goes straight for Jason Hereford, grabbing him by the shoulder and tossing him back in the ring, mounting him and delivering a few punches.* Lawless: There he goes... Bailey: Indeed! And what power in every single hit! *Jason covers himself up with his arms, hastily trying to block each one of McKnight's stiff punches. After twelve strikes, Damien gets back up to his feet, grabbing Jason Hereford by his matted hair and pulling him to eye level. Upon which, Damien places his opponent in a front face lock, smashing the upper back of Jason with a few forearms and keeping the hold locked on. Hereford wraps his arms around the waist of McKnight, stepping back a little bit but taking another hit that drops him to his knees. Jason gets back up, winding back and pushing forward in a vain attempt to get Damien off of him. Damien holds, not budging a muscle. Once again Jason Hereford pulls back and pushes forward, but Damien McKnight keeps his feet planted on the ground, and decides it's better to just end this move before Hereford finds an opening. He grabs Jason Hereford's pants from the side with one hand, lifting him up around the neck in a suplex position. Just as he's about to drop him on his head, the slightly smaller Hereford swings himself down and around behind McKnight before he can complete the move. Hereford throws a few forearms to the lower back, before grabbing him along the waist from behind and hitting him with a German Suplex that sends McKnight landing on his shoulders and the back of his head. Instead of letting go, Jason keeps the waist lock on, bridging out as the referee drops to count the pin.* Bailey: We've got the first pin attempt of the match, right here! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! *Damien pushes out of the hold, as Jason rolls out of the way and stumbles up to his feet with a grunt. He grabs the “Celtic Rebel” by the back of the neck and hauls him up, whipping him into the nearest corner. Damien slams into the turnbuckles, gasping and clutching the region around his diaphragm as Hereford backpedals opposite of him. He looks at each side of the audience for a split second, then raises his right leg, slaps the knee and rushes forward. When only around 5 feet from Damien McKnight, Jason Hereford lifts the knee up again and leaps straight at the dazed McKnight, but it was just a bluff—as soon as Hereford reaches the proverbial point of no return, Damien slides right under him, popping up from behind as he rams into the corner with a moan. Jason turns around, finding himself getting waylaid across the side of the head, thanks to a flurry of punches from McKnight. Just as before, Hereford covers himself up, but it's too late, he's taken too many a punch from his more aggressive adversary. Damien decides to do an Irish Whip of his own, sending Jason Hereford racing into the opposite corner with a thud! Before Jason can even turn around to face his opponent, he feels the full force of a running dropkick to the upper portion of the spine that sends him flying over the top turnbuckle itself! He barely grasps a hold onto the ring post and ropes, pulling himself back in, only to get yet another stiff strike. A huge punch right to the abs knocks the wind out of the man before he could brace. Damien hits him with a few more punches, sending him in reeling. Things are not going well for Hereford, who is quickly finding himself unable to keep up with McKnight in an all-out, toe-to-toe fight. Just as Damien winds his right hand back for another heavy hit, Jason collapses like a ton of bricks.* *BUMP-A-DUMP~!* McKnight: What gives?! *Hereford twitches like an ant covered with Raid, slowly lifting his neck and head off the mat and begging off, trying to buy time to catch his breath. McKnight pays no heed, dragging the cowering Jason Hereford to his feet. Before he can do anything else to the fallen aristocrat, Hereford simultaneously pokes a thumb in each eye. Damien staggers back, clutching his blinded peepers, and Jason dusts himself off theatrically, grinning and slipping behind McKnight to deliver a chop block that takes him right off his feet and onto the mat, clutching his lower legs.* Bailey: Shades of the legendary Ric Flair we're seeing from Hereford here. Lawless: Shades? Considering how he looked when he retired, it's more like blocking out the whole Sun, really. *Jason quickly follows up, putting a choke hold on Damien McKnight, attempting to squeeze the life right out of him. He adds in a few punches to the dismay of the referee, who admonishes Jason and directs him to let go now. Shaking his head, Jason keeps the choke applied, but when he hears a “FOUR!” from the referee, he knows it's time to give it up. Letting go, Jason gets back to his feet and sets Damien McKnight up in a face lock position, underhooking both arms and lifting Damien above the ground, and hitting a butterfly suplex. Once more, Jason Hereford goes for the pinfall against Damien McKnight, hooking a leg.* ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! *McKnight jostles a leg, forcing Hereford back a few feet. Jason gets back up, pulling the legs of Damien apart so as to separate them. Looking at each one, Jason lifts his own right leg up, sneering and delivering a stomp to the left leg. He delivers an equally impactful one to the right. Back to the left. Back again to the right. Back to the left once more, back to the right once more. Another stomp to the left and right, and Jason delivers his two biggest stomps as the last two, left and right. He turns Damien over, threading his legs and vice versa like a tailor, and then turning over to apply an Indian Deathlock. McKnight groans, his legs being twisted like pretzels, but he refuses to tap out when the referee checks. Hereford seems willing to keep the Deathlock in all day if it takes him, but McKnight finds a rather simple solution to the hold. From the position he's in, he clutches one of the legs of Hereford and begins hammering away with his left hand, clenched like a rock. Hereford moans but still keeps the Deathlock in tightly. But McKnight continues to pound on that leg, and Hereford is gaining no advantage. Immediately, the “Celtic Rebel” is relieved of the pain of Hereford's submission hold. Rubbing his legs, he slowly gets back up as Jason Hereford staggers up to face him. A few kicks to the shins from Hereford immobilizes Damien McKnight for a few moments, and he realizes that it's now or never for him to go on the full offensive in this match. Hereford goes for a few more kicks, but Damien trades a few heavy punches in return, sending Hereford reeling. Shaking off the pain, McKnight leaps up for a dropkick, knocking Hereford over as he tumbles to the mat.* Bailey: Damien's getting all his energy back, and he's taking the fight right to Hereford! *McKnight gets back to his feet, feeling a little more aggressive than before, and goes straight for a rising Hereford with a tackle, punching him and making the smaller man have to turtle again. It's not working this time, as McKnight is piling on the punches and Jason Hereford is getting little accomplished now. Looking as if he's going to kill Hereford, the referee pulls Damien McKnight away for a split second, telling him to watch the shots. Still covered up, a bruised Hereford is quick to back away and spin around, getting back up—but not before taking more punches from McKnight, who continues to clobber away, whipping Jason Hereford into the ropes and sending him running right back into a clothesline.* Bailey: The Celtic Rebel's picking up a head of steam now! Lawless: Let's hope that luck doesn't hold. Bailey: Seriously, could you just go leave or something if you're so arbitrary about fawning over him and then getting pissed off at him? Or do you intentionally try to stir up trouble? Lawless: Little of column A, little of column B. *Once again, McKnight picks up Hereford and winds him up, sending him towards what looks like a lariat. Winding up with his arm cocked FAR behind, McKnight goes swinging. And missing, as Hereford totally ducks and hits him smack in the sternum with one of his patented knees. Clutching his chest, McKnight is oblivious to the facelock he's in now. Jason Hereford quickly hooks both arms with his own, lifting Damien high and upside down, and then dropping to a sitting position, the head of Damien rocketing down to the mat. Wasting no time, Jason Hereford quickly hooks the leg.* ONE! TWO! THREE! DING DING DING! *The crowd erupts in boos as “Living for the Weekend” picks up on the speakers, Jason Hereford sliding out of the ring with a huge grin on his face.* Finkel: HERE IS YOUR WINNER...JASON HEREFORD! *Hereford collects his things, bolting from the ring and strutting up the ramp. Clutching his head, Damien gets to his knees, frowning and trying to retrace his steps, only realizing what had gone wrong for him after the fact.*
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Post by C. M. Synthy on Jul 18, 2008 3:51:50 GMT -5
*The camera pans into a semi-darkened hallway. Tranquil, rather then frightening. A certain unobtainable fuchsia-haired warrioress is standing alone. Her limbs are posed in such a way that it's apparent she's reaching a zen-mode with yoga. As she is seemingly trying to get over her "match" with Chick Aura, two hands appear out from behind her and cover her eyes. Immediately, Synthy stiffens, limbs tightening. Fists strictly in a battle pose now.*
Miss Eris speaks: There's only one FUCKING pair of hands that would have the nerve to do this. If it isn't...
"If you say Lexi or Tristan next, it's on." *Synthy's pose changes, her arms undulating unto a crossed-arm posture.*
Synthy: CM Punk?
"I KNEW you liked him. 'The poster was free.' If so, why were the lips worn out?"
Synthy: .. A drunken Tristan?
"Tristan kissed the CM Punk poster above your bed?"
Synthy: Giving away my asexuality here, babydoll. *She says with a smirk.*
"Since when have you ever been asexual? Only horny net nerds that hope you'll make out with someone call you that."
Synthy: Correction; Only those that believe I'll CYBER with that someone choose to believe that...after I've turned them down. About twelve times.
*Gently Synthy grabs the hands over her face and places them above her own head, smiling into the face of her Amazonian best buddy.*
Juri: Hi chicky.
Synthy: Hey chikadee.
*They both smile at each other until Juri looks above Synthy's head.*
Juri: You're going to have to give me those back. I only have two.
Synthy: You always have mine.
Juri: Eww. Your hands are your most un-Synthy like of all your body. They are just so.... Girly!
Synthy: Why? Because they're soft? Pfft. Just because their the one part of me that isn't scarred to hell and back..
Juri: Because they feel like you rest them in lotion. Which is weird considering I've never seen you around lotion ever.
Synthy: There's a lot about me you don't know. -Mysterious smile. If this were an anime, she'd have wind going through her hair and the full moon behind her.-
Juri: Like how you could end up in a prison while I'm resting at home.
Synthy: So! Wasn't my fault.
Juri: Oh blame the drug charges on Lexi. Like she ever knowingly realized she's been on everything from skitties to rogaine.
Synthy: Rogaine? The MEN'S HAIR STUFF? The HELL did she get that from? I swear to god...
Juri: Where else? So how was the past few months?
Synthy: Besides getting blown off from some butch bitch from Japan...no offense... and getting Lexi and myself out of jail with -no- help from Tristan? Nothing. Missed you. loads. not that I'd admit it."
Juri: Well, there's two sides to every story. *She smiles and lifts an eyebrow* My body broke down and I was bed riddened for weeks after my last EWT match. I never heard anything from you. And when Lexi finally told me where you were, I had to research it myself because she "lost the location of the name of the place sissy is sleeping over at..." You know which number she ended up giving me? Mine. Yes, MY OWN NUMBER.
Synthy: You're surprised Lexi did that? Babydoll, ... fuck. I would have called had I been able to...you know that. I was imprisoned, and fending off women who make Nicole Bass look positively feminine. You... fuck. I just keep disappointing you.
Juri: Hey. It's my fault too. I would have written you, but I know you wouldn't have had the patience to read anything I wrote.
Synthy: Because your spelling is worse then Lexi's.
Juri: You picked your best friend. You can't have spelling bell standards when you knew what you were getting at the start.
Syn: Who said I picked you?
Juri: Harsh.
Syn: I still have your hands, doll. My arms are locked into place.
Juri: *Smile* My birthday was lacking a certain shade of pink, you know.
Synthy: Well, we'd best do something about that...I GUESS.
Juri: Well, I could use maybe something other than latched arms... They are getting tired. You know, you CAN show more affection than just holding arms.
Syn: My..arms..are...asleep. Two of the most hardcore women in a ring ever, and.... this happens.
Juri: *Leaning forward to touch foreheads.* ...It's been... I've... I'm glad...
Synthy: Party. When my arms become undead.
Juri: Hmm? To celebrate your victor-
Synthy: -ominous growl-
Juri: *Closing eyes.* Music to my ears.
Synthy: *A popping noise vibrates throughout the hallway* AH GOTT. *Her arms fly to her sides. But she still holds onto her friend's hands, as if to suggest she never wants to let go.*
Juri: So, what sorta of party? *The red head lifts her head off it's resting place.*
Synthy: A naked party.
Juri: You know, the holding of the hands while saying that is a bit scary.
Synthy: *A deep, velvety laugh escalates from her throat.* You know you love it, chikadee. As for party....how about I actually allow you a drink or two?
Juri: *Slight blush.* Do not. And you sure you'd allow me, your elder, to the chance to do something I could do before you were able to vote?
Synthy: If you be my pillow when you're too drunk to care, yes. I've missed my redhead head-rester.
Juri: I'd be that even when I was sober. Though I must have been drunk often because I only remember using you as the pillow.
Synthy: -She flashes a wicked grin. Half of her male supporters immediately cast it as their avatars.- I only remember you using me as a bla-
Juri: Hush!
*Juri then smiles and looks down.*
Juri: ... *A single tear forms in her left eye* ...If you ever go to prison again, make sure I'm either dead or there with you.
Synthy: If you ever die without me, I'm killing you.
Juri: *She lifts her arms, with Synthy's as well, and places them behind her back, forcing Synthy to hug her.* The same. So.... I have a match tonight, but... That party... I'll accept on one condition...
Synthy: Yes, doll?
Juri: That you'll bring the rest of the crazies from that broken down appartment with you.
Synthy: Lexi is chubbier then the last time you saw her. She figured out that Red Velvet cake isn't actually velvet. And Tristan's...probably going to get drunk with you.
Juri: Party on, Syn.
Synthy:..And party on, Garth?
Juri: I'm the nerd of this twosome?
Synthy: -Strikes a pose she'd only hit around Juri.- Well...
*The Joshi smiles then looks to the side nervously.*
Juri: You're still holding my hands and hugging me, you know?
Synthy: -Again, if this were an anime, a very large sweat drop would be upon the back of her luxurious fuchsia hair.- Er...maybe I wanted to hit this position?
Juri: Between the words "hit" & "position" as well as you holding me, I'm pretty sure at least one boy is in a hormone coma.
Synthy: ...*She quietly disengages from thus position.* Your fault.
Juri: Aww. And I was comfortable... *She looks over at the clock.* Argh. I can't go just yet. Mind starting without me? I'll be right there in no time. *She smiles wickedly* Some of us have matches, you know?
Synthy: For that, I'm giving you the Cuchi-Cuchi-Coo treatment when we're out of the building.
Juri: For once, I'm looking forward to it. Even your most annoying things will be welcomed, as I will be with you again. *She quickly pecks Synthy's nose with her lips and starts skipping away, almost floating on air.* I'll make it a goal to have it be shorter than even your match.
Synthy: I'm -so- going after you with my fuchsia feather duster tonight.
Juri: Still happy. *She skips away but turns and waves before completely leaving.* Ja ne! *She beams a smile as she turns back down the hallway.*
Synthy: I'm dressing you as a moogle when you sleep.. chikadee....*Shaking her head, the camera catches a quick glimpse of a satisfied smile before blacking out.-
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Post by James E. Colvin on Jul 21, 2008 23:36:04 GMT -5
*In the backstage halls of the W*I*G-Sphere, Jason Hereford, decked in his entrance attire, is trudging down the halls, his head darting from side to side, searching for something. After only about fifteen seconds, he finds it: a large double door marked as “James E. Colvin, Owner” on a gold nameplate. Not even bothering to knock, Jason pulls the doors open and slips inside.*
Hereford: Mr. Colvin, as you know, I was successful in my match with Damien McKnight, and I've come here to collect my--
Colvin: Whoa there young man! You think you can just barge in here? You know what happens when you sneak up on...a...hawk?
Hereford: *looking straight down* Um...it bites you?
Colvin: Something like that *Adjusts glasses*. Oh right, your match. Yes, good job. *hands him an envelope* And your payment, sir.
Hereford: *sniffing the envelope* Smell that?
Colvin: I can assure that things like that come with age. You start leaking a lot of...gasses when you get to be my age, sonny!
Hereford: Yeah...you know they have a medicine for that? *stuffing the envelope in an inside pocket of his trench coat* So anyways...what's the news? Indicted for mail fraud? Running an underground moonshine business?
Colvin: Well, these damn buzzards keep trying to ruin my garden, but besides that, no. We're all just prepping the fort for Stuff of Legends. Live on Pay-Per-View.
Hereford: Stuff of Legends huh? Well...about that...I've had an idea racing in my mind...*he whispers something into Colvin's ear, making the aged man's eyes light right up*
Colvin: I don't care what they say, you've got a good head on those shoulders! I'll have to sort out some details, and I'll make an announcement about it, and I'll have you in mind, rest assured there.
*Jason begins clapping and rubbing his grubby palms together, and then flashes a dirty grin*
Hereford: Excellent! Wow, you're the best head man ever!
*An old rotary phone rings, alarming Hereford*
Colvin: Ahoy-hoy? Hello? Oh, Hello. Yes, this is James E. Colvin. Yes, James E. Colvin of Pro Wrestling W*I*G. Oh, the agent. Yes, you spoke to my hospitality department head earlier. Yes, he's a nice man, but something about his jib bothers me. Anyway, yes, entertainment. I heard that Fats Domino is no longer with us, so give me that Bone Jury fellow. Whats that? Oh, right, yes, Bon Jovi. Yes, I think the crowd will love him. Ok. Buh-Bye now. I'm hanging up the telephone.
*He hangs up and turns around*
Colvin: Sorry about that. Just hammering out the details about entertainment for Stuff of Legends.
Hereford: Bon...Bon Jovi?! You managed to hire Bon Jovi to play for our PPV?! This isn't uh...coming out of our pay checks is it?!
Colvin: No, don't worry about that. And hopefully, Stuff of Legends will be so successful, that we won't be worrying about money here in W*I*G for a while. But if you ever need more money, I have some gravel you could shovel. I'll pay you in shiny quarters!
Hereford: Throw in a can of deviled ham, and I'm sold!
Colvin: They always ask for the ham. Well, unless you have anything else, I have to go meet a man about some hounds.
Hereford: Oh no Mr. Colvin, I'm good. Very good. And it was a pleasure doing business with you...sir...
*Jason Hereford turns around, pumping a fist and barging back out the doors he came through. 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 Jul 23, 2008 2:02:24 GMT -5
“Seexxxxxxxy...”*From out of the curtain comes the RAW Diva, Layla El, who struts all the way down the ring with hand on her hip and a bored look on her face.* Jeannie Lawless: The face just means she's just too good for this place and everyone in it. Tom Bailey: She might want to drop the attitude, just look at who she's facing. Jeannie Lawless: Juri Sadamoto? Woof. Tom Bailey: Does she even know who Juri is? Jeannie Lawless: I don't think she even cares. *Layla gets a fair amount of boos as she steps into the ring. Meanwhile, Howard Finkel reads off her introduction.* Finkel: Now Residing in Miami, Florida.... Layla El! *Her so-called music ends as she looks out into the crowd showing that Little Miss Attitude cares for no-one.* “When I was darkness at that time fueteru kuchibiru...”*The crowd explodes in cheers as WIG finally welcomes the former EWT champion, Juri Sadamoto. After about a few lines into her theme, she appears at the top of one of the arena's stairs. She beams, wearing the same gear she wore in EWT, at the crowd. Taking very little time, she quickly but carefully walks down the stairs while giving high fives the crowd.* Finkel: And her opponent... Now Residing in Osaka, Japan.... Weighing in at 142 lbs... She is the Broken Rose of WIG.... Juri Sadamoto! *She stops midway down the aisle, to point up among the many fans that copy her. She flashes a happy smile as she strolls down the rest of the stairs and climbs over the barricade. At ring side, she pauses to stretch and get into game mode while Layla looks on bored at her opponent.* Tom Bailey: Never wise to under-estimate your opponent. Jeannie Lawless: I have a feeling this won't end well. *Juri rolls into the ring as her music fades. Layla quickly rushes Juri and tries to stomp away at her. But Juri pushes her away. The red haired Joshi has little breathing room as Layla forces her up against the turnbuckle. The referee rings the bell and tries to get Layla, who looks to be losing a test of strength with the more experienced Juri, to give Juri a little space. Finally getting in between them, Layla motions like she's going to back up. But as the referee moves, she slaps Juri in the face. The smirking Joshi's pearly whites quickly disappear.* Tom Bailey: Uh oh.... Jeannie Lawless: Well that's no good. *The referee checks on Juri, who just waves him off. Layla, with a smug look on her face, offers her chin to Juri. Juri looks to the crowd, who cheers at her. Egging her on. She shrugs and looks back at Layla.* Jeannie Lawless: It's official, Layla has no idea who Juri is. Tom Bailey: Too bad. I liked her. *Layla calls for it more, now laughing. With a sigh, Juri cracks her foot against Layla's jaw. The British El falls to the mat with her smug look glued on her face as she flies into happy-happy-land.* Jeannie Lawless: GOOD NIGHT! Tom Bailey: And that's it! *Juri gives a small chuckle and a shrug then drops to her knees and covers Layla.* 1! 2! 3! Finkel: And the winner of this match, BR Juri Sadamoto! *As the bell rings, Juri rises to her feet. She hasn't even broken a sweat as she stands, smiling out at the crowd. They cheer back at her, almost welcoming her to her new home. Eager to give back, it would seem, she rolls out of the ring and high fives the crowd at the barricade. Reaching a corner next to the commentary team, she climbs back into the crowd. As she makes her way up the steps, she makes sure to tag as many hands as possible. Just as she reaches the top, she turns back to the arena to give one last trademark point up at the sky.* Tom Bailey: Welcome, Juri. Welcome to WIG! Jeannie Lawless: Just don't claim any of my eye candy. *With her back turned, someone pushes her back DOWN the stairs. The audience is in shock as they watch the redhead tumble down the stairs, her legs hitting against the guardrails along the way. Though the cameraman can't get a glimpse of the pusher, the camera in the far end of the crowd catches footage of the perpetrator walking down after Juri...and it's Chick Aura!* Jeanie Lawless: WHAT THE HELL?! Tom Bailey: Oh... Oh my god.... What is going through Chick's mind?! *A sick thud reverberates as Juri's back slams on the arena floor. Rolling in pain, she ends up on her stomach trying to gain back her wits. Before she can even get on all fours, Chick grabs her by the arms, dragging her over to the guardrails and forcing her head repeatedly into the steel barricades! The crowd openly gasps in shock at the unforgiving nature of this attack. Juri tries to cover up as best as possible but to no real avail.* Tom Bailey: Why!? Why is she doing this?! Jeannie Lawless: Maybe she wants to be the only red head? Tom Bailey: This is no time for jokes! We need help out here! WHERE ARE THE GUARDS?! Jeannie Lawless: I think they took a break. Tom Bailey: DAMMIT! *Chick keeps bashing Juri's head in, then rakes it against the edges of the smaller rail in the barricade, forcing Juri's forehead across it. The fiery Joshi pushes at her and tries to fight off the assault with her brutal chops. The chops don't seem to affect the thick exterior of the larger redhead. She lifts Juri high over her head into the gorilla position, then drops her down onto the floor of the ring area! Juri gasps for air as she lands with a thud.* Jeannie Lawless: Ouch. Tom Bailey: ...Someone? Where's Syn....oh... Jeannie Lawless: Oh yeah, she's partying with her siblings waiting for Juri... Somebody should call her. Tom Bailey: Did Chick plan this out?! *Chick climbs over the railing as a few kids in the crowd curse at her, half the crowd looks on in shock, another fraction in plain shock, and a group of jackasses chanting how awesome this is. She grabs Juri's arm, and whips her into the apron of the ring! Sadamoto hits hard with her shoulder first, sending her violently spinning right back down to the mat.* Tom Bailey: Come on Juri! You need to fight back! Jeannie Lawless: I think she was done after the stairs. How she's still up is beyond me. *Chick grabs Juri again, this time into a bear hug, and charges at the ring again, forcing Juri against it once more! The smaller woman slumps against the apron. She reaches up at the bottom rope, desperate to try to gain some footing. As she attempts this, Chick grabs two chairs from over by the announce table, and marches back towards Juri. She takes the one chair and places it against her leg, then rears the other back, and SMASHES IT into the other chair! Juri's mouth forms an "O" in silent pain. She angrily stares at Chick, she rears back and socks Chick right in her face.* Tom Bailey: THERE YOU GO! Jeannie Lawless: I think she just broke her hand! *Chick's face turns the direction she gets punched, stumbling back a foot as she grabs her face. The crowd cheers this, thinking Juri has a chance...until Chick slams the chair against BOTH of Juri's arms! The small momentum Juri had disappears as she winches in pain. Chick takes the chair off Juri's leg, and hoists her onto her shoulder, carrying her over to the announce table and body slamming her right onto the floor in front of the announcers.* Jeannie Lawless: Hey hey hey hey! I don't have violence in my contract. Tom Bailey: LEAVE HER ALONE, CHICK! YOU MADE YOUR POINT! *Holding her back and trying desperately to breathe, Juri covers her face. She bundles then sends her legs aimlessly at her attacker. Chick gets hit with a few of the kicks, but backs up and around Juri, and grabs one of the cables. She wraps it around Juri's neck and pulls back as she stands over the Joshi's damaged body.* Juri: .........get.....awa......way.......fro....m......me.. *She desperately tries to fight back, trying to pry the cable from around her throat. Chick just shakes her head and pulls back more, the crowd begging for her to stop her madness. Eventually, she lets go...but then drags Juri by the head towards the ring, tossing her inside like a rag doll through the middle and third rope. BR rolls to her stomach and tries to crawl to a corner. The fans try to cheer her on for trying desperately to save herself. Chick walks over to the two chairs, grabbing them and throwing the one intentionally RIGHT AT Juri's skull!* Jeannie Lawless: I bet they heard that up in the nose bleeds. Tom Bailey: Not even Juri could handle this much torture... *Juri's legs involuntarily kick up as flesh gives in a battle against cold, hard steel. Chick climbs back into the ring, dropping the chairs and grabbing Juri's head, forcing her onto her back in the middle of the ring. Any cheering for Juri to fight back goes dead as Chick lifts the chair off of Juri's face. The Broken Rose's face, once tightened in pain, has gone slack. Her pain giving way into an unconscious, numb slumber.* Jeannie Lawless: Looks like Juri has the same look Layla had when those referees carried her away. Tom Bailey: WILL NOBODY HELP THIS WOMAN!? *With Juri in the center of the ring, Chick forcer her onto her stomach, laying one of the chairs over the back of her head. Aura raises the other high over her head...and BAM! Into the cranium! BAM! Another shot! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! More shots keep raining down on Sadamoto! Juri's body jolts after every shot, to the point that it becomes sickening to a few crowd members. From children to even grown men, some crowd members turn their head at this horrible display.* Jeannie Lawless: ...Okay.... This is too much.... Tom Bailey: ... *Chick takes the chair off of Juri finally, looking down at her. She grabs Juri's face, holding her up high as Chick curses the Joshi out in Japanese! Chick lets Juri plop back down to the mat, then places both chairs onto Juri. chick walks back to a corner, climbing onto the second turnbuckle...she leaps off...* Jeannie Lawless: THIS IS ENOUGH! Tom Bailey: NO NO NO NO! CRASH! “Ooooooo.” *SEATED SENTON!* Tom Bailey: Goddamn you Chick! If Juri isn't injured yet, she is now! Jeannie Lawless: She'll be lucky if she can walk after this.... *Juri's body doesn't even move, except for a rush of air escaping from her now crushed lungs. Chick stands up over Sadamoto, looking down at her...with nothing but a grin that reaches from ear to ear. The crowd boos her mercilessly, the camera catching the fans' reactions, from kids crying as their mothers try to calm them down to older men holding their shocked girlfriends and wives for comfort. Not even a twitch escapes from the body of Juri, as her whole body remains sickeningly limp.* Jeannie Lawless: ....Get away from her. Tom Bailey: Cut to the back. Cut to commercial. Anything! *As EMTs rush down to the ring, Chick turns to leave the ring...but then she turns back around. She stands over Juri once more, and spits into the face of the Broken Rose. She then rolls out of the ring, walking up the ramp with that same grin on her face, passing by everyone that walks past her.* Jeannie Lawless: Way to go, Chick. You just robbed us of a great talent. Tom Bailey: I hate to break professionalism, but damn it... Chick, I hope Synthy breaks you piece by piece! YOU SICK, SORRY EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING!
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Post by Sky Monix on Jul 23, 2008 18:25:26 GMT -5
*"Flash Light" starts playing over the speakers in the W*I*G Sphere & Sky Monix walks out to the cheers of the audience. He struts down the ramp high-fiving with a few ring-side fans as he goes.* Howard Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 20-minute time-limit. Introducing first, from Santa Barbara, California, weighing in at 230lbs, "The Black Apostle" SKY... MO~NIX! Tom Bailey: Sky Monix is fresh off a big win over Super Crazy last week. This man has potential to go far in W*I*G. Jeannie Lawless: Problem is, Tom, his opponent tonight is no slouch either. A multiple time title-holder & a veteran of several feds...
*The lights in the W*I*G Sphere go out & Manowar's "Nessun Dorma" begins playing as lights swirl all over the arena.*
Jeannie: [whispering] And he's about to make his entrance. "Nessun dorma, nessun dorma Tu pure, o principessa, Nella tua fredda stanza Guardi le stelle che tremano D'amore e di speranza! Ma il mio mistero e chiuso in me, Il nome mio nessun sapra! No, no, sulla tua bocca lo diro, Quando la luce splendera! Ed il mio bacio sciogliera Il silenzio che ti fa mia!" *The lights come to rest at the top of the ramp.* "Dilegua, o notte! Tramontate, stelle, tramontate, stelle! All'alba vincero, vincero, VINCERO!" *A huge explosion goes off at the top of the ramp & THE MAXX AWESOME makes his way on down to the ring as the remainder of the song plays. The lights follow his path down to the ring & bursts of pyro explode from the sides of the entrance ramp with every step he takes.* Finkel: And his opponent, from Atlantic City, New Jersey, weighing in at 210lbs, he is "The One Man Show"... THE... MAXX... AWE~SOME! Jeannie: Mama Mia! That's a Spicy Meatball!
*MAXX hops onto the apron & pauses a moment to look out at the audience before stepping into the ring between the top & middle ropes. He makes his way to the centre of the ring as the spotlights shine down on him. He stands with one fist raised in the air & his head bowed as his music comes to a finish.* DING-DING! *MAXX & Sky start off circling each other. MAXX makes a move to tie-up with Sky. Monix is quick to catch MAXX with a Spin Kick. MAXX is quick to get back to his feet. Sky adopts a kick-boxer stance as MAXX raises his own hands to defend himself. Monix goes for a middle kick on MAXX only for MAXX to block the move & catch Monix's left leg. Monix cracks MAXX in the head with an Enzuguiri. As soon as MAXX stands again, Sky whips him to a corner & follows up with a big karate kick to MAXX's jaw. MAXX stands in the corner, propped up on the top rope. Sky gives MAXX a huge chop to the chest & the crowd lets out a big "WOOOO!". MAXX, presumably awoken by the stinging in his chest, retaliates with a chop of his own & the crowd responds with another "WOOOO!" Sky scores another big chop on MAXX. A red mark is appearing across MAXX's chest already. MAXX scores another chop of his own & Sky responds in kind. MAXX is in obvious pain. He attempts to nurse his chest while readying for another chop. Sky blocks this attempt & begins whaling on MAXX with a rapid series of chops.* *MAXX slumps in the corner after Sky has finished with him, his chest now a bright shade of red. MAXX drags himself back up by the ropes & aims for a clothesline on Sky. Sky performs the splits to avoid it & pops back up nailing MAXX with a Super Kick. Sky struts over to the turnbuckles & climbs to the top rope as MAXX begins to get back to his feet. MAXX scans the ring, but can't see Sky, he turns around & Monix crashes into MAXX with a Missile Dropkick. Sky goes for a cover on MAXX...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! *Sky whips into a corner & aims to follow up with a splash, but MAXX dodges at the last moment & Sky crashes into the corner. MAXX slips behind Sky & catches him with a Sleeper Neckbreaker. MAXX wastes no time & immediately follows with a Curt Hennig style Rolling Neck Snap on the seated Sky. As Sky sits up again, MAXX bounds off the ropes & lands a Chrs Sabin-esque Hesitation Dropkick to Sky's face. MAXX arrogantly places a foot on Sky's chest & raises a fist in the air while keeping his head bowed. The ref counts...* 1... KICKOUT! Tom: What arrogance! THE MAXX AWESOME (Dramatic Pause)... makes me sick! Jeannie: That's not arrogance, Tom. It's confidence, you need that if you're going to succeed!
*MAXX sticks the boot in & stomps on Sky a few times. Sky manages to grab a hold of MAXX's leg & tries to catch him in an Ankle Lock. MAXX uses all his leg strength to pull Sky forward & tries to catch him in a modified Victory Roll, but the two men wind up rolling right into the ropes & the ref refuses to count. Sky smacks MAXX with an Open Palm Uppercut, backflips across the ring a little & charges full steam at MAXX for a beautiful Standing Dropkick. MAXX stands again & Sky does a quintuple head-spin, catching MAXX with his feet at the same time. Sky flips back to a standing position & does a little Break Dance Leg Drop on MAXX. Sky moves in for a cover...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! Tom: Sky Monix nearly had him. What an upset that would've been for "The One Man Show". Jeannie: Do they call him "The One Man Show" because he... y'know, "dances with himself" alot? Tom: I don't even want to think about it!
*MAXX pops up & nails Sky in the gut. Monix doubles over & MAXX goes for a DDT. Sky does his best to block it & finally manages to shove MAXX off. Sky takes a little time to set his afro back in place after MAXX mussed it up a bit with his DDT attempt. MAXX looks at Sky in disbelief. He charges at Sky & plants him with "Ode to the Chosen One". MAXX smashes Sky's dodgy knee on the mat... twice. Sky groans in pain. MAXX ties both Sky's legs up as if he's going for a Mexican Surfboard, but instead, simply stomps the knees into the canvas. Sky rolls over, clutching his knees in pain. He makes it to the ropes & uses them to help get back to his feet again. The instant he does, MAXX attacks from behind with a Chop Block. He picks Sky up again & nails him with a Knee Breaker. The crowd can hear Sky yelling in agony. MAXX bashes Sky's knee on the mat once more & ties him up in the Nagata Lock. MAXX leans as much pressure as he can into the hold. When the ref's back is turned, he grabs onto the ropes & pulls himself up so as to exert more pressure on Sky's already damaged knees. Each time the ref looks over, MAXX lets go of the rope. Eventually, the referee catches MAXX in the act & orders him to let go of the middle rope. the ref gives MAXX 'til the count of five & MAXX milks every second of it before relenting & releasing Sky. The official orders MAXX to back up as he checks on the condition of Monix. Sky indicates that he can go on & proves it when he sweeps MAXX's legs out from under him. MAXX's plan to ground Monix seems to have borne fruit as Monix is still hobbling about. Sky rests against the ropes for a moment. MAXX comes charging at him & swiftly gets back-dropped to the outside. MAXX crashes onto the floor below & is quickly followed by Sky Monix himself who lands on MAXX with a plancha. Sky whips MAXX into the guard rail & doles out a few chops as MAXX lies against the railing. Sky rolls back into the ring breaking the referee's count. As MAXX tries to get back in, Sky hits him with a Baseball Slide. Monix then launches himself onto MAXX with a Fonsbury Flop. All this action has taken it's toll on Sky's knees & both men now lie outside, unmoving.*
Tom: After the beating he's taken, Monix STILL manages to deliver amazing moves! Incredible! *The referee begins a count-out.* 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... *MAXX starts to stir.* 6... *Sky is also beginning to stand, albeit warily.* 7... *MAXX rolls back into the ring, under the bottom rope.* 8... *Sky is hobbling over to the apron.* 9... *Sky manages to roll back in just in time.* Tom: Sky makes it just in time. I would've thought THE MAXX AWESOME (Dramatic Pause)... would be too proud to win by count-out. Jeannie: A win's a win, Tom. Doesn't matter how you get it.
*The referee halts his count. Sky gets back to his feet, still hobbling a little. MAXX delivers a harsh looking kick to Sky's mid-section. Monix doubles over & MAXX hits him with "The MAXX Effect". MAXX, a little wearily, stands at Monix's head & removes the elbow pad on his right arm. He whips the elbow pad out into the crowd & performs a quick Disco Point. He hits the ropes to his left & rebounds before hitting the ropes on the opposite side.* Jeannie: Oh, man. It's "The Most Awesome Move in Sports Entertainment!"tm *MAXX breaks into a John Travolta strut, then drops it...* Jeannie: THE MANERO ELBOW! *MAXX goes for a cover on Sky...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! Tom: A kickout from The Manero Elbow. Sky Monix is giving it his all tonight!
*MAXX is amazed. He doesn't know quite how to react to the fact that Sky has managed to kickout. He complains to the ref about a slow count. MAXX grabs the referee's shirt & yells at him. The ref shoves MAXX off & back into a roll-up by Sky. The ref slides in to make a quick count...* 1... 2... KICKOUT! Jeannie: Hey, that's biased officiating if ever I saw it! Tom: MAXX had it coming. You don'tput your hands on the referee.
*MAXX really has an issue to pick with the referee now. He's getting in the ref's face to such a degree that he doesn't notice Monix sneaking up behind him again. Sky aims a forearm shot at MAXX's head. MAXX moves aside & the ref gets blasted with it. The ref is down.*
Jeannie: I doubt Monix will be on the receiving end of a fast count for that. Tom: That was accidental.
*MAXX whacks Sky with a Low Blow, pokes him in the eye & shoves him back to a corner. Sky fights MAXX off & nails him with a stiff kick to the head. Sky climbs to the top rope & indicates he's going for the "Shining Star Press". Sky flies off the top, but MAXX rolls aside & Sky crashes onto the mat. MAXX boots Sky in the ribs & forces him back to the corner again. MAXX scales the turnbuckles before planting Sky with "MAXXimum Impact". MAXX shakes the referee awake again & covers Sky...* 1... 2... 3!!! DING-DING-DING!
*"Nessun Dorma starts playing again as the referee raises MAXX's arm.*
Finkel: Here is your winner... THE... MAXX AWE~SOME!
Tom: And it's over. MAXX wins thanks to some dirty tactics. Jeannie: The guy won fair & square with "MAXXimum Impact". Tom: What about the low blow, the eye poke? Jeannie: If the ref didn't see them, then neither did I.
*MAXX makes his way back up the ramp & is once again, greeted by a woman carrying flowers. She hands him the flowers, MAXX blows a kiss to the audience & takes a bow as the woman applauds.*
Tom: Looks like you're not the only fan of THE MAXX AWESOME (Dramatic Pause)... here tonight. Jeannie: How do you know those flowers aren't from me? We've got some bills to pay. Time for commercials, folks, but stay tuned for more from W*I*G.
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