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Post by Jonathan Doe on Jul 23, 2008 18:51:11 GMT -5
*We come back from a commercial to find Jonathan Doe and Exner in the ring, both clad in suits. Jonathan has a microphone in one hand and a small, leather-bound book in the other. Exner has his hands clasped behind his back. They are both greeted with a course of boo's.
Doe: All you sinners in that cesspool are wondering why we aren't in our wrestling gear. Well, the fact is, our match is not happening! James E. Colvin, we take our orders from one man, our Leader. And our Leader does not sanction this match-up. But one that he has is, This Sunday at the Stuff of Legends. One man backstage has been taking our Leader's name in vain, and mocking our work. Damien McKnight, you will pay for your sacrilege when you battle against....Exner! And for the rest of you, I would recommend repenting early, or else the rapture will be long and harsh.
*The lights go out, and come back on, and both men are gone.
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Post by Andy Duke on Jul 23, 2008 20:52:06 GMT -5
*After the Pantheon vanish, we are ready for another match.
Tom: Well, that was strange.
Jeannie: Very strange. But I can't help but to wonder what Exner looks like underneath that mask.
Tom: Can you save it until after the next match?
Jeannie: Gladly.
*"The Island" by The Decemberists plays over the sound system, and Vin Beverly walks out, looking out at the crowd with disgust, except when he see's a very attractive woman sitting in the front row. He hands her a small piece of paper, perhaps a phone number or hotel room number.
Howard Finkel: Making his way to the ring, from Panama City, Florida, weighing in at 265 pounds, VIN....BEVERLY!
Tom: We haven't seen much of anything from Mr. Beverly here in W*I*G.
Jeannie: And I'd love to see a lot more of him.
*The music changes to "Date with the Night" by The Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Andy Duke comes out to the ring, looking focused. Alexa King is right behind him, clipboard in hand. Both of them enter the ring.
Howard Finkel: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Alexa King, from Chewelah, Washington, weighing in at 227 pounds, Andy Duke!
Tom: His opponent on the other hand is quite well known.
Jeannie: Yet I still never tire of seeing him.
Tom: Oh, will you stop?
Jeannie: I don't get why Andy is so in love with her
Tom: Who?
Jeannie:....Miss King.
Tom: Hey, they just have a business relationship!
Jennie: Do you have a thing for Alexa,too, or are you seriously that dense?
*Alexa turns to get out of the ring, and Duke turns to watch her. Vin Beverly sees this as his opening, and charges Duke, pushing him, which knocks Alexa off the apron onto the floor. The ref rings the bell.
Jeannie: You see! It ended up costing him!
*Duke gets up, but watches Alexa, asking if she's ok. Vin strikes again, this time, locking Duke in a half-nelson.
Tom: I've heard about this, and if he hits it, it won't be pretty!
*Vin goes for the VB Special #1, a Half-Nelson Backbreaker, but half way through, Duke begins to slip out. Because he partially slipped put, Vin's knee hits Duke in the back of the head rather than the back. He goes down in a heap.
Tom: That didn't go as planned!
Jeannie: But it may have worked out better that way for Vin. He may have knocked Duke out!
*Vin goes for a cover. The ref begins to count.
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*Alexa tries to get in the ring to break up the pin.
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*Alexa does not get into the ring in time. Vin gets up to his knees and celebrates, as Alexa tries to get Andy to wake-up. Vin goes over to Alexa and Andy, and lightly slaps Andy on the face, getting him to stir. He smiles at Alexa and puts his hand under her chin, lifting her face to look at him, but she pulls away. Vin shrugs, gets up and leaves as Duke regains conscience.
Finkel: Here is your winner, Vin Beverly.
Tom: Vin with a quick, explosive win!
Jeannie: Much like Andy's against Orton. Karma.
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Post by James E. Colvin on Jul 23, 2008 22:51:59 GMT -5
*We are taken backstage to James E. Colvin's office. He is sitting at his desk.
Colvin: Why hello there. I've been looking at this(he has a piece of paper in his hands). Its the line-up for Stuff of Legends. And I feel that something is missing. And that's when someone gave me an idea. So, at Stuff of Legends, there will be the first ever W*I*G wildcard match! 6 men, entering at random intervals. But there will only be 1 fall, which can happen at any time. Pro's and Con's for every position. We still need...5 more participants.
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Post by Hardcore Hensley on Jul 23, 2008 23:59:22 GMT -5
Tom Bailey: Ah, welcome to another glorious edition of Vindication, folks. As always, I'm Tom Bailey, and beside me is the ever loving Jeannie Lawless.
Jeannie Lawless: Thank you, Tom. We've gotta another solid card lined up, so let's not keep our viewers waiting.
Bailey: Very well, first up, Hardcore Hensley and Domino one on one!
Lawless: Oh, the excitement.
Howard Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, already in the ring, from the Other Side of the Tracks, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds...Domino!
The main camera flashes over to Domino briefly. He glares into it then "I'll Whip Ya Head Boy" starts up.
Fink: And his opponent, out of Richmond, Virginia, he weighed in this morning at approximately two hundred and fifty-two pounds...HARDCORE HENSLEY!!!
Hensley bursts out onto the stage, bobbing up and down. He roars at the top of his lungs, and beats his chest to rile his fans. He sprints down the ramp, and slides in, coming face to face with Domino. Smack gets traded, but the referee separates them quickly. Hensley leaps up top for a short taunt before retiring to his corner. After the ref checks both of them for any concealed foreign objects, the bell sounds.
They circle each other in the beginning, measuring one another up. Eventually, they lockup in the center of the ring. A test of strength follows with Hensley gaining the upper hand. He backs Domino into a corner, but is forced to break the hold upon the ref's command. Domino uses this time to sneak in a cheap shot then goes on the offensive. He clubs him a couple of times then Irish whips him. He tries for a Polish hammer of sorts on Hensley's return, but "The Hardcore One" ducks it. When Domino turns around, Hensley's proceeds to slide underneath him between his legs. Domino bends over, but Hensley's already up to his feet. He leapfrogs over him, face planting him. His momentum carries him off to the ropes again, and once Domino props his head back up, he's fed a stiff front drop kick that practically takes his head off of his shoulders.
Bailey: Damn, Hensley's quick!
Lawless: Whoa.
Hensley doesn't hold up, he yanks Domino up to his feet then unloads on him with his lethal stiff kicks. Domino's using the ropes for leverage after only a pair. Hensley whips him across the ring, and catches him with an elbow on his return. He eyes him carefully then performs a standing moonsault. Domino sells perfectly, but Hensley isn't done yet. He hops over him, and showing off his insane athleticism, jumps up to the top rope. In an unbelievable sighting, he completes two back flips prior to crashing onto his opposition.
Bailey: Oh my God.
Lawless: I've never seen anything like that.
Shaking his head, Hensley waits a moment to catch his breath. Domino, laid out on the mat, is down for the count. Hensley hoists him up a final time. He spikes him with his Pizza Cutta then covers for the win.
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Fink: Your winner...HARDCORE HENSLEY!!!
"I'll Whip Ya Head Boy" plays again as Hensley celebrates in the ring.
Bailey: Well, no questions here.
Lawless: Hensley's amazing.
Bailey: I won't fight you on that, Jeannie.
Lawless: I mean, wow.
Bailey: That's right, now let's go to our first commercial break.
Lawless: He makes no sense.
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Post by The Dancin' Johannsons! on Jul 24, 2008 18:41:15 GMT -5
*The video that was shown a few weeks ago is shown again. A small murmur emerges from the crowd. They have no clue as to who this superstar may be.* *Suddenly, the Ultimate Warrior's theme music hits and the crowd goes wild! The Ultimate Warrior is the newest W*I*G Superstar! But the crowds cheers quickly turn to boos and groans as former WHOA enhancement talent Blake "Warrior" Schanski jumps from behind the curtain, pretending the crowd is still cheering. The skinny idiot is in full Ultimate Warrior garb as he charges like a bull to the ring. He slides inside to pose, and unfortunately he has a mic.* Schanski: "That's right, ladies and germs! I, BLAKE "WARRIOR" SCHANSKI, am the newest W*I*G superstar, ha-HA! All 165 pounds of me, babeh! I will INDEED be the next W*I*G Champion! I will Gorilla Press Slam every single jibber-jobber into oblivion and I will be the envy of every man and the desire of every woman! BWAHAHAHAHA! BWAHAHAHAHAHA! *While the moron is laughing, two masked men slide into the ring behind Schanski. Schanski turns around and looks horrified.* Schanski: "I was kidding! I'll fight fair! You guys can have a few women too!" *The lights suddenly go out and it is pitch black in the arena* Schanski: "No! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" *Then a glow appears on the big screen and a video begins playing* *The crowd erupts in cheers* *The lights come back on and indeed it is Spyke and Crash Johannson in the ring, holding up the masks and standing above the fallen douchebag, each standing with a foot on his chest. The Johannsons say nothing as they look about the crowd, soaking in the reaction each with a big grin on their faces. This is the last we see as we fade to commercial.*
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Post by C. M. Synthy on Jul 24, 2008 18:49:20 GMT -5
-{Previously taped}-
We open up on the catering area of the W*I*G-Sphere. Synthy Eris is sitting at a table, just drinking a Pepsi and waiting for her siblings, legs crossed. Then, a tall and muscular Latin man, Guillermo Miramontes, with long hair walks up to the table.*
Guillermo: Hello there, Señorita. I see you sitting here all by yourself, and I was wondering if I could join you and give you some company.
Synthy: *her eyes glance at him from over her shades, and she nearly chokes on her caffeinated beverage- You... must be kidding. Guillermo: I never joke when it comes to the ladies. *sits down* Allow me to introduce myself—I am Guillermo Miramontes. And, you are?
*Synthy casts a look at him, indefinable beyond amusement*: I'm..S. Eris. Mind telling me why you aren't running for your life?
Guillermo: Running for my life? Why would I be so afraid of such a beautiful woman as yourself?
*Synthy smirks and places her head in the palm of an upturned hand. Long, purple fingernails lazily point toward Guillermo.* Seriously delusional about that 'beautiful woman' part, hon. As for why you should be terrified, you've no idea about-
*Just as it seems she's about to inform just what exactly Guillermo should be scared of, two puffy ponytails pop up on the screen.* Lexi: ZOHMYGOD! Synny! Why'ya talkin' to a DUDE for?
Guillermo: Why hello there? *stands up, takes Lexi’s hand, and kisses it* My name is Guillermo Miramontes. And, you would be?
Lexi: *Wide grin* Onna sugar high! I had about thirty-three Pepsis and twelve Snickers today! I feel a little down though, cuz sissy here told me that if I came and ate with her I'd only be able to have non-sugar, no-caffeine boring foods, and that just SUCKS, man. Like, it's a total, DOWNER, ya know? What are you here for? You gonna eat with us too? Cuz, like, it's fabulous that Synny's finally getting a dude, although I'm not sure Tristy'll like it very much when-
Synthy: Quiet time, Lex. Mr. Miramontes, I have a suggestion for you. If you value a particular part of your body, I'd suggest leaving as quick as your legs can carry you.
*Then, Casimiro Melendez walks over to the scene.*
Casimiro: Guillermo, what are you doing?
Guillermo: I’m talking to the ladies, Casimiro.
Casimiro: Well, we have a match. Do that later.
Guillermo: Later!? Why!? Now is such a perfect time to talk to two beautiful ladies such as these.
Casimiro: Are you deaf? We HAVE a MATCH! Now is not the time to talk to the ladies.
Guillermo: There is always time to talk to the ladies. *to Synthy* Now, where was I?
Synthy: *She casts a contemplative look over to Guillermo.* Walking away? I don't say this to be rude; I say it solely for your best interest. *She waves a hand*
Lexi: Ooo! Two of you? We could make this a double date, right? Like, if we make it that, you guys could eat all my nasty sugar-lacking foods and then Synny'll HAVE to let me get, like, a Butterfinger or a Mars Bar or a cookie! Cuz sugar RAWKZ. * Lexi leans back and forth on the heels and fronts of her toes, waving her arms around as she smiles broadly. Her eyes are pretty much twirling around.* Ooo, but if you got a match, maybe you should go! Cuz, like, I hear the Halloween theme going in my had, and that means Tristy's probably getting closer. If ya don't wanna end up as cheeseburger meat or in some fiery place he takes all my male friends to..then again, if you're a Cheeseburger, that means you're cows! Moo for me! =D
Synthy: -Palm slaps herself-
Guillermo: Date!? I love dates! This sounds like a wonderful idea! Don’t you think so, Casimiro?
Casimiro: Can we talk about this after we wrestle?
Guillermo: I’ll take that as a, “Yes.” Now, for you, Miss Eris, does this double date thing not sound like a wonderful idea?
Synthy: I don't date. Period.
Lexi: OO! Tristan's coming! I saw his hair through the window!
Synthy: I'd make a suggestion, but I highly doubt it'd go heeded. Now, really, go to your match. Before something drastic-
Lexi: LOOKLOOKLOOK. -pointing at a familiar solid figure now framing the entranceway-
Guillermo: Um…is that your boyfriend?
Synthy: That would be our brother.
Lexi: =D Maybe he'll eat lunch with us too!
Synthy: Somehow I doubt that. Unless he chops them up into, ah, cheeseburger meat.
*Her eyes look over to Tristan Hades. The camera follows, and immediately has to pan backward to get the fully disgruntled look on his face as he glowers down at Guillermo.*
Tristan: -His neck can be heard popping obscenely violently as his mouth pulls back into a shark-toothed snarl.-
Casimiro: I think we should leave.
Guillermo: Why?
Casimiro: Because I don’t want to wrestle a match after being chased and/or beaten up by this monster.
Guillermo: But, I’m talking to the girls.
Casimiro: Guillermo! Could you stop thinking with your loins for a few seconds so we don’t get seriously injured before our first match!?
Synthy: Er, boys.. -Synthy stands up and immediately places herself between the rabid-looking Tristan and Guillermo.* I realize that sometimes one must be cruel to be kind, but, Tristan, he wasn't doing wrong to Lexi.. he was being friendly...
Lexi: -bounces up and down- Fight Club! Grrr! =-]
Tristan: -Pops his knuckles as he looks at Guillermo, ravenous eyes itching for a brutal beatdown.-
Casimiro: I think he’s angry at you.
Guillermo: Why!?
Casimiro: I think he’s their brother?
Tristan: -He makes a lunge toward the twosome, only to be yanked back by the back of his jeans, which Synthy has grabbed. She yawns and looks at the Latin Lovers.*
Synthy: I'd suggest you'd better leave. Tristy here's itching for some bloodshed after his loss with Lex..
Lexi: They only wanted a double date. *Wide eyed* What's the problem? It'd be an orgy of awesome!
Synthy: -Cringe- Lex! What'd I say about that word?
Tristan: -lunges, only to be yanked back by Synthy. Her heels are digging into the ground from the effort.-
Casimiro: C’mon, we have to get to our match.
Guillermo: Fine! But, we’ll be back for that orgy of awesome!
*The Latin Lovers leave.*
Lexi: YAY! I'll bring my stuffed kittycat. =]
Synthy: Oy. Why? Why..why..why...
*She can be seen pulling Tristan violently backward away from the receding Latin Lovers, as Lexi smiles and waves as their backs.*
-Camera..FADE OUT-
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Post by The Latin Lovers on Jul 24, 2008 21:08:50 GMT -5
Howard Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. *Carlito and Santino’s music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=eK2EcMbUtp4Finkel: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 435 pounds—CARLITO AND SANTINO MARELLA. *Carlito and Santino come out to some boos. Carlito is wearing purple wrestling shorts, purple knee pads, and white boots. Santino is wearing black trunks and red shoes. They walk to the ring and enter it.* Tom Bailey: And, now for some tag team action between Carlito and Santino Marella and the Latin Lovers. Jeannie Lawless: Three Latinos and an Italian. How did I get so lucky!? *The Latin Lover’s music plays.* youtube.com/watch?v=A8dKHosYjlUTom: And their opponents, coming down the aisle, at a combined weight of 502 pounds, from Wherever There Is Love—Guillermo Miramontes and Casimiro Melendez, THE LATIN LOVERS. *The Lovers come out to a nice pop from the ladies. The men are somewhat quiet, with a few boos. Guillermo has on red wrestling trunks with “Te quiero” in blue on the butt, red elbow and knee pads with a blue heart on them, and red boots with “GM in blue on them. Casimiro has on red tights with “Catalina” in blue on the butt, red elbow and knee pads with blue hearts on them, and red boots with “CM” in blue on them. As they walk to the ring, a pair of panties comes flying towards them and hits Casimiro in the face. He grabs them and stuffs them in his tights. They enter the ring, and each one climbs onto the corners facing the W*I*G-Screen. They both blow a kiss to the crowd, and then some pyro goes off, creating a heart design.* Tom: Nice pyro for the Latin Lovers, and apparently Casimiro got a little present from a randy female fan. Jeannie: He better enjoy those panties. I just bought them, and they were a little expensive. Tom: You threw those panties!? Jeannie: Yes! Tom: Why!? Jeannie: They’re hot! Duh! *The bell rings. Finkel exits the ring. Casimiro and Santino move onto the apron. Guillermo and Carlito circle each other and then tie up. Carlito quickly locks Guillermo in a headlock. However, Guillermo back Carlito into the ropes, bounces off, and pushes Carlito off. Carlito goes running to the opposite ropes, and Guillermo follows. However, Carlito jumps onto the ropes and hits Guillermo with a springboard back elbow smash. Carlito gets up, grabs Guillermo’s left arm, drops his right leg on it, and wraps the arm around his leg on it, and wraps the arm around his leg. He has the move locked on for about a minute or two. Suddenly, Guillermo rolls over and put Carlito into a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Carlito kicks out, letting go of the hold.* Tom: Nice counter by Guillermo. It might not have gotten a quick victory, but it got Carlito to let go of the hold. Jeannie: He’s flexible. I can work with that. *They both get and tie up again. Carlito puts Guillermo into a hammerlock. However, Guillermo grabs Carlito by his hair with his free hand, runs him to a corner, and hits him with a sliced bread #2. They both get up. Guillermo quickly grabs Carlito, hits him with a Northern Lights suplex, picks him up, and hits him with an over the shoulder belly to back piledriver. Suddenly, Santino runs into the ring as Guillermo gets up. However, Guillermo catches him and hits him with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Carlito and Guillermo get up. Guillermo quickly grabs Carlito and hits him with an underarm snap STO.* Tom: Asi Nacemos to Carlito after a flurry of moves and a little failed interruption by Santino. Jeannie: Asi Nacemos? That’s a Julio Iglesias album. Tom: How do you know…as if I need to ask? Jeannie: I’ve been with many men who play Julio Iglesias albums to get me in the mood. Tom: I knew it. *Guillermo gets up, but he is attacked from behind by Santino with a clothesline. Suddenly, Casimiro jumps onto the top turnbuckle and jumps off, hitting Santino with a missile dropkick. He picks up Santino and takes him back to the mat with a hurricanrana followed by some punches to his head. Carlito gets up. Casimiro jumps up, jumps onto Carlito, and hits him with a reverse lungblower.* Tom: 100 Years Of Solitude from Casimiro. Jeannie: Nice save, but why didn’t he come in when Santino entered the ring? Tom: I guess he thought Guillermo could take care of them, which he did. Jeannie: Year, but he could have kept Santino from attacking Guillermo from behind. Tom: Good point. *Guillermo gets up holding his head. Santino gets up as well. They change at each other, but Guillermo wins out and hits Santino with a running single knee facebuster. Casimiro grabs Santino, picks him up with Santino’s legs wrapped around his torso, and hits him with a wheelbarrow suplex into a neckbreaker from Guillermo.* Tom: Fool For Love to Santino. Jeannie: Did you just call me a fool!? Tom: No, I was calling the action. The last move was called Fool For Love. Pay attention! Jeannie: I’m sorry, but there’s so much man meat in the ring that it’s easy to get distracted. *Casimiro picks up Santino and throws him out of the ring. Meanwhile, Carlito gets up. Guillermo see this and charges at him with a spear, but Carlito moves out of the way; and Guillermo goes shoulder first into the steel post.* Tom: Ouch! Guillermo Miramontes tries to spear Carlito but hit the steel post instead. Jeannie: I should go down there and rub some Icy Hot on his shoulder! Tom: You don’t have any Icy Hot. Jeannie: Someone backstage bring me some Icy Hot NOW! *Carlito immediately pounces on that shoulder Guillermo injured. He punches and kicks it and then wraps the arm around the second rope. Casimiro goes to pull Carlito off of his partner, but the ref stops him ant tells him to leave the ring, much to Casimiro’s anger. Carlito lets go of Guillermo’s arm and pulls him away from the ropes. Then, he hits Guillermo with a lifting reverse STO.* Tom: Carlito pounces on Guillermo’s shoulder like a pitbull on a T-bone steak. Jeannie: What’s up with this ref? He lets Santino and Casimiro run around all willy nilly, and NOW he tells Casimiro to exit the ring!? Tom: Actually, he was telling them to leave the ring—they just didn’t listen. Though, I don’t know why he didn’t use a 5 count. Jeannie: See! Plus, he should have seen Carlito illegally using the ropes on Guillermo earlier. Tom: Another good point. *Casimiro reluctantly exits the ring. Santino has also made it back to his corner. Carlito drags Guillermo by his injured arm to his corner and tags in Santino. Santino climbs to the top rope as Carlito picks up Guillermo and holds the injured arm out. Santino drops down with a double axe handle onto Guillermo’s arm. Carlito lets go of Guillermo and exits the ring. Santino then hits Guillermo with an STO. Then, he gets up still holding onto Guillermo’s arm, pulls him to the center of the ring, and locks him in a standing inverted fujiwara armbar.* Tom: Santino Marella is just dissecting Guillermo’s arm. Jeannie: And, this wouldn’t be happening because of you! Tom: How is this my fault!? Jeannie: You wouldn’t let me go rub Icy Hot on Guillermo’s perfectly muscled shoulder! Tom: You don’t have any Icy Hot! Jeannie: Well, it’s also the person-who-didn’t-bring-me-some-Icy-Hot-from-backstage’s fault! *Santino has the move locked on tight. Guillermo yells out in pain. The ref asks if he wants to give up, but he says no. On the corner, Casimiro cheers on Guillermo. He starts chanting “Guillermo.” Soon, a few ladies in the front row join in. The “Guillermo” chants from the females get louder and louder. A few guys chime in “Sucks” at the end, but the ladies drown them out. Santino looks a little flustered as the chants get louder. Soon, Guillermo starts moving around a little as the chants get louder. The chants are deafening as Guillermo gets off of one knee and onto one foot. Then, he gets onto both feet. Suddenly, Guillermo punches Santino. The chants turn into thunderous cheers. He punches Santino again and stands fully up. However, Santino still has a hold of Guillermo’s arm. Guillermo continues punching Santino to get him to let go of the hold. Then, he gets in one good jab that finally causes Santino to let go. The females erupt again. Guillermo goes to tag in Casimiro, but Santino grabs him by his hair and slams him hard onto the mat. The females let out a disappointing groan.* Tom: I don’t believe it! Just as Guillermo gets out of that standing inverted fujiwara armbar, Santino knocks the winds out of his sails. Jeannie: Santino knocked the wind out of all the female’s sails as well. I haven’t seen this many disappointed faces since my Brad Pitt Fan Club learned that Brad was divorcing Jennifer Aniston to be with Angelina Jolie. *Santino picks up Guillermo by his hair and hits him with another STO. Then, he grabs the injured arm and locks Guillermo into a triangle choke. Guillermo struggles in the move, and then he soon fades after a few minutes. Casimiro cheers his partner on, but after a few minutes, it looks like Guillermo is done for. Casimiro tries to start another “Guillermo chant as the ref checks to see if Guillermo is out.* Ref: *picks up Guillermo’s arm and lets it drop* 1… *The ladies soon joins in on the “Guillermo” chant, and it quickly picks up steam.* Ref: *picks up Guillermo’s arm and lets it drop* 2… *The “Guillermo” chants get louder and louder.* Ref; *picks up Guillermo’s arm, but it doesn’t drop* NO! *The crowd erupts in cheers.* Tom: Somehow, Guillermo stays alive. Jeannie: Damn, if he can take this much punishment in the ring, I wonder how much punishment Guillermo can take in the bedroom. *Guillermo uses his free arm to grab Santino’s trunks. Then, he manages to get on both feet. He tries to lift Santino, but he can’t and just puts Santino back on the mat. He tries to lift Santino again, but again he can’t and puts Santino back on the mat. The referee bends over to check on Guillermo. Suddenly, Guillermo lifts Santino up. The ref gets hit in the head by Santino’s let, falls back into the ropes, and falls out of the ring. Meanwhile, Guillermo has lifted Santino up and drops him to the mat with a sitout powerbomb. The move causes Santino to let go of the triangle choke. Both men are out on the mat.* Tom: What a counter! Both men are out! Jeannie: Hell, the referee is out! He got hit when Guillermo was lifting Santino and is now out on the floor. *With both men out, Carlito rushes into the ring, hoping to attack Guillermo. Suddenly, Casimiro comes running into the ring and spears Carlito. Then, he picks up Carlito and hits him with a leg hook brainbuster.* Tom: Love In The Time Of Cholera to Carlito from Casimiro Melendez, preventing Carlito from attacking his partner. Jeannie: I saw that movie. Not bad. Tom: I hear the book was better. Jeannie: That was a book! *Casimiro tries to wake up Guillermo but to no avail. Then, he pulls out the panties that were thrown at him earlier from his tights and places them on Guillermo’s nose. Guillermo takes a big whiff and suddenly kips up. The ladies in the audience pop.* Tom: Um…well…that was…um… Jeannie: I’m glad I was able to help them in some capacity. Tom: Um…are you sure you helped? Those were in Casimiro’s tights. Jeannie: Yeah, but I have a powerful scent. Tom: Well, I won’t be eating for a long while. *Santino slowly gets up. However, Guillermo grabs him and hits him with a standing moonsault side slam.* Tom: To All The Girls I’ve Loved Before. If Santino wasn’t out before, then he is now. Jeannie: Like I said, “I have a powerful scent.” Tom: Please stop. *Suddenly, Carlito comes out of nowhere with a springboard corkscrew senton onto Guillermo. Carlito gets up and is met with a boot to the stomach by Casimiro. Casimiro puts Carlito onto his shoulders and hits him with a cross-legged Samoan driver.* Tom: Magical Realism to Carlito after that corkscrew senton on Guillermo. Jeannie: Magical Realism, eh? I got nothing. *Guillermo gets up, holding that injured shoulder and rolling it around a bit. Casimiro picks up Carlito. Guillermo walks to a corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle, Casimiro lifts up Carlito, and they hit him with a spiked brainbuster.* Tom: Oooh…The Latin Lovers hit Carlito with a vicious Lovesick. Jeannie: You know, I’m lovesick over the Latin Lovers. Tom: That was horrible. Jeannie: I know, but at least I had something for it. *The Lovers get up and walk over to Santino. Casimiro picks up Santino as Guillermo walk to the other corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Then, they hit him with a diving somersault neckbreaker/powerbomb combo. Guillermo pins Santino while Casimiro exits the ring. He wakes up the referee and helps him into the ring. Then, the ref goes for a count.* Ref: 1…2…3. *The bell rings, the Lovers’ music plays, the females pop, and the Lovers celebrate their victory.* Finkel Here are your winners—THE LATIN LOVERS. Tom: And, the Latin Lovers win their first match with the effective Ways Of Love. Jeannie: You know, since I technically helped them to win this match, they owe me. So, if you will excuse me, I’m gonna go get what I’m owed. Tom: Can’t it wait until the end of the show? Jeannie: Fine! Spoiler! *Cut to commercial.*
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BR Juri Sadamoto
Opener
Just your average, scarred Japanese-Irish American girl next door.
Broken Rose
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Post by BR Juri Sadamoto on Jul 26, 2008 22:05:26 GMT -5
*The view fades in from commercial to show a nurse tending to a charge in a bed. She flicks the IV and then goes back to her chart.*
Nurse: How you feeling?
*A weak, pained voice.*: Like...I could...take on the..world. I....am....undefeated in...WIG....
Nurse: You wouldn't know it by looking.
Pained Voice: .....cute...
* A smooth, velvety voice slithers it's way into the lit hospital room. It sounds solid, but if one listens carefully, an undercurrent of emotion waivers on the brink.*
Velvet Voice: When are you not, doll?
Nurse: Um, excuse me... Visiting hours ar-
Velvet Voice: Quiet, nursy.
Pained Voice: ....I didn't.....get a private, more....expensive room....for nothing....
Nurse: Fine. Just don't do any physical activity. I'll be back in a bit to check on you.
*The nurse heads out to check on her other charges.*
Pained Voice: .....so-
Velvet Voice: Brat.
* The camera starts at the hospital's linoleum floor and works it's way up. Black platform sandals, fading denim jeans with a few Joker cards embellished into it, a black tank top with Poison Ivy on the front and finally.. A pile of fuchsia hair brushed back from Synthy Eris' forehead.*
Synthy: Bedridden brat.
Pained Voice: ...I hate that word....
*The camera views over the origin of the pained voice, to show a heavily bruised Juri Sadamoto. Around her head is a head band of white wrappings. She smirks, showing a busted lip and a sick black eye.*
Juri: ...I bruised my hand, you know? .... *She lifts it up to show* ....got her good....
Synthy: That big chicka.. I'm sad to say, did quite a number on you, doll. Juri: ....beginner's luck.
Synthy: Of course. I wonder how our little dance this Sunday's going to go... And before you even begin to think it, I forbid you.
Juri: I....couldn't....leave if I even...wanted to...
Synthy: I still forbid you. I know you, J. You were thinking of plots. ... I hope...
*Synthy's face hits a dark side as she looks down at Juri.*
Juri: .....plots...?
Synthy: Of getting there.
Juri: .....what's with....the long face? *She smiles weakly* ...Did Momma Mia beat....Dark Knight...in the box office?
Synthy: Blasphemy, J. Blasphemy.
Juri: There's....my....girl.
Synthy: *Her dark side look lifts to one of mischif.* So, Juri, before you were injured, I was actually planning on throwing a party for you.. AT Mamma Mia. *the mamma mia opening*
Juri: You'd....freak out before....the first chorus.... liar...
Synthy: I can't even fake like I'd enjoy it. Touche.
Juri: ....he..... *She goes to laugh but quickly grabs her side.* .......Hmm.....my stomach's acting up... *lying*
Synthy: *Crosses her arms over her chest, passing a certain look over to Juri, sitting next to her on her hospital bed.*
Juri: ...I know... I'm sorry.... We'll have to make up the party some other time.
Synthy: Why are YOU apologizing? That bitchy Ogress blitzed you!
Juri: .......Fannie Package?
Synthy: I'd hurt you if I didn't think it'd induce internal bleeding.
Juri: ....I don't know....why you worry...
Synthy: Me, worry? I'm never serious.
Juri: You....have more guts than me......I hate hospitals.
Synthy: With Lexi as a kid sister, I'm far too used to them. Besides, the silent sterility is calming.
Juri: ...Death hangs around these places....too much....
Synthy: Death is merely the next step. I don't know...why..you'd be scared.
*Her hands clench into fists that quickly become the color of the sheets.*
Juri: ....Latin people fear death...
Synthy: You're not Latin.
Juri: *Smile* That's not what....Cass said.
Synthy: -Her eyes quickly appear to become slits.* Cass also wanted to use your mouth as a place to rest his tongue.
Juri: Eww.
Synthy: Point for me.,
Juri: .... *eyeing her friends' fisty hands of fists* ...You do worry.....too much..... If there could be.....anything I could change about you......it's to make you stop caring about other's.......opinions......And to let you have.....fun. ....you're all nerves.
Synthy: Fun is for the Lexi's of the world. And..I... am not all nerves..
Juri: ......I'm worried.....when I leave....about what will happen to yo-
Synthy: Stifle it! You'll die when I do! .. And I'm invincible.
*She blurts this out. Not loudly, but.. passionately.*
Juri: .....you can....live without me..... You've....done it....before....
Synthy: I was fucking wretched before you. I didn't even talk to my siblings...
Juri: ....why are we talking about this?
Synthy: Fuck if I know. I blame your injuries.
Juri: .....thank you... You didn't....have to come.
Synthy: Pfft. I need you to stay alive. After all, we never got to finish our matches. 'Real' finish
Juri: You won once. I count that as....you are winning our little game.
Synthy: I don't count it. It was..chance.
Juri: I'm pretty sure you beat me, one, two, three.
Synthy: Fluke.
Juri: I'm supposed....to say that...
Synthy: You can't seem to speak well right now. I did you the honor.
Juri: ......thanks........*she looks down in deep thought.* ....don't let me........live....in a hospital....
Synthy: ... I'll be here for you as long as you're here.
Juri: ....I don't....deserve you.
Synthy: *A snort can be heard.* Stop that, you Japrish punk.. Of course you deserve me. We torture each other.
Juri: ......wouldn't.....have....it....any other way..
Synthy: ... *The fuchsia-haired warrioress slinks down. She places her head on Juri's chest.* Of course not. We balance each other. I've got the cooler evil side of the balance, of course.
Juri: .......dream............
*She falls silent.*
Synthy: Doll? -Her voice is quiet as her eyes look up at her friend's face.-
*There she sees a content look upon the fiery Joshi, as she has slipped out of reality and into a quiet peaceful slumber.*
Synthy: Sweet dreams, doll. I promise your pain won't be for nothing.
*Synthy's face flickers, stopping on a look that lasts for a mere instant before the camera fades from the tender scene.*
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Post by The Dancin' Johannsons! on Jul 26, 2008 23:19:19 GMT -5
*Spyke and Crash are seen looking around their locker room, taking measurements* Spyke: I don't know man, you thing we can fit a slurpee machine in here? Crash: Do you think we even need one? *Spyke gives Crash a blank stare* Crash: Heh, I see your point. Spyke: I think we may need to knock down that wall if we want to put in the Daytona USA arcade machine. Crash: Then where will I put my Sara Del Rey poster? Spyke: The ceiling? *looks up* Crash: The ceiling! *looks up as well* *both stare at the ceiling for a second* Spyke: Might not work. Too close to the light, may start a fire. Crash: You got a point. Hey! That's 2 for you! Spyke: If I had a point for everytime you said "I see your point" I'd have enough to buy Donkey Kong on the Wii Virtual Console. Crash: But I smashed our Wii in that hardcore match we had in Vancouver. Spyke: It wasn't a hardcore match. It wasn't even a wrestling match. You threw it against the wall when I beat you at Mario Kart again. Crash: Good times... good times. Spyke: Are you on 'shrooms? Crash: No. Lots and lots of Mountain Dew. Spyke: Any word on our first opponents? Crash: Not yet. They want us to... Spyke: ...well? They want us to what? Crash: ...post... our bios... on the website. Spyke: You're not gonna screw this up like you did in WHOA? Crash: Well how was I supposed to know they were gonna void our contracts?! Spyke: BECAUSE IT SAID THEY WOULD IN THE CONTRACT! Crash: You know I never read those things. Spyke: And THAT is exactly how we ended up in the Teddy Bear Deathmatch for the Funhouse Wrestling Federation. Crash: That match was fun. Spyke: Oh no doubt it was, but it nearly ruined our credibility. Crash: So if you're so worried about me screwing up again, YOU do the bios. *Crash heads for the door* Spyke: Where are you going? Crash: I hear Juri wrestles for these people. Spyke: Crash... Crash: Don't worry, I got this. Spyke: CRASH... Crash: I. GOT. THIS. *Crash walks out* Spyke: *smirk* God help Juri. *Spyke goes back to taking measurements as we go to commercial
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Post by The Maxx on Jul 27, 2008 13:17:20 GMT -5
* "Nobody Does It Better" by Carly Simon plays throughout the W*I*G-Sphere. The crowdbegins booing as they relaize who's about to enter. After approximately 40 seconds of the song, THE MAXX AWESOME makes his way out to an increasingly hostile reception! MAXX does his best to ignore the crowd as he struts onward, pointing to himself ocassionally & agreeing with Carly's proclamations that, indeed, nobody does do it better.* Howard Finkel: Ladies & Gentlemen, please welcome at this time... "The One Man Show"... THE MAXX AWE~SOME!!! *"The Fink's" announcement is met with more boos. This gives MAXX pause before he enters the ring. He clambers on up the ring steps before he points out into the audience & jerks his head a little bit. He steps in between the ropes & takes the microphone from "The Fink" in one grand sweeping gesture.* MAXX: Thank you, thank you. THE MAXX AWESOME ( Dramatic Pause)... loves you all too. *The crowd continues to boo him.* MAXX: Andy Duke... *The crowd decides to cheer for a change.* MAXX: If there's anyone THE MAXX AWESOME ( Dramatic Pause)... should know, it's you. Like you said before, perhaps the one constant in our careers has been eachother. From KPW, to EWT, to ROS, to W*I*G we always seem to be there. That's why it's so fitting that when we finally clash, it's at an event as grand as this. The rest of the competitors are irrelevant. Infact, THE MAXX AWESOME ( Dramatic Pause)... could be facing any one of these other schlubs & this would still be one of the biggest cards in wrestling history simply because THE MAXX AWESOME ( Dramatic Pause)... is on it! This is a match that needs to happen. Apart from our shared history, Andy, there's another thing we have in common. We're both former Tag-Team Champions. This is our chance, our shared opportunity to prove to everyone watching around the world that we can get it done for ourselves. No Cidal Squad to watch your back. No more reliance on The Elite. This is when Andy Duke & THE MAXX AWESOME ( Dramatic Pause)... get the chance to shine for themselves. This is when we are able to drop the labels as lackeys that seem to have dogged our careers. Be honest, you were Captain of the Cidal squad in name only once that egomaniac Mike Ragnal stormed into the team (no pun intended). That spotlight hog even up & left you afterwards, leaving you stranded. Nobody cared about the Cidal Squad after Mikey sucked you for all you were worth. Then where were you, Andy? Hey, I'll be the first to admit, I was overshadowed in The Elite, but in that time I was never meant to be the leader. I was there to take orders. It was after that period in my career ended that THE MAXX AWESOME ( Dramatic Pause)... had an epiphany. To cast off the past, come here to W*I*G & establish myself as the premier wrestler in the world today. By killing the ghosts of Maxx Awesome's past, THE MAXX AWESOME ( Dramatic Pause)... can finally mature. And, Andy, you just happen to be one of the ghosts that THE MAXX AWESOME ( Dramatic Pause)... finally needs laid to rest. After Stuff of Legends, we will no longer be "The guy that was in The Elite" or "The guy that was in the Cidal Squad". No, Andy Duke & THE MAXX AWESOME ( Dramatic Pause)... will have both earned the respect from fans that is long overdue to us. Finally we will have scaled that peak that allows us to be proclaimed among the upper ecehelon of superstars in this business... But know one thing, Andy... No matter how well you do tonight, kid, THE MAXX AWESOME ( Dramatic Pause)... will still be looking down on you. *"Nobody Does It Better" plays again as MAXX hands the mic back to "The Fink" & makes his way back up the ramp. He continues to blow kisses & wink at the audience as he goes, oblivious to the fact that fans are booing & throwing garbage at him.*
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The Innocent
Opener
Rosie: First Ever WIG Women's Champion
Posts: 88
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Post by The Innocent on Jul 27, 2008 19:07:12 GMT -5
We cut to the back, as we see a familiar jumpsuit clad women, arms folded, with a nasty looking scowl on her rather unpleasant face, as we WIG correspondent, John Cena standing by.
John Cena: Hello everyone... this is John Cena. You know, the one that doesn't suck! Yeah, that's right, I said it...
Rosie: Shut the hell up! I didn't come here to listen to ya complain like a little bitch. I came to make an announcement... so you better just stand there holding that little microphone and zip that stupid little mouth of your's or I'll rip it off with my bare hands. You got that?
John Cena's eyes go wide, as he takes quite a few steps away from the very angry Innocent member, who gives a huge grin.
Rosie: Yeah... that's a good little punk. Now just sit there and hold the stick like the obedient little mutt that you are. You see... with the permission of them... I have just entered myself into this whole Wild Card match at Stuff of Legends. As you might guess... well, I'm the only woman that decided to sign up... which means that, all of you dumb asses in the audience probably think I'll lose!
The woman begins to chuckle a bit, John looking at this and emitting a bit of nervous chuckle himself, as Rosie lunges out and grabs him by the shirt collar, then head butts him right in the face! Cena goes down in a heap instantly.
Rosie: I didn't say you could laugh! Now... if I could take that other Cena punk, you can bet that I could easily snap your scrawny little neck, you got me?
Cena: ... Yes... yes sir... ma'am.
Rosie: Good... now don't interrupt me again.
She hoists him up by the neck and dusts him off, then gives him a rather scary look, the young man looking on in fear, as he covers his face. Rosie responds by letting out another cruel laugh.
Rosie: You really are a helpless little bitch boy... now, like I said. Yeah, I'm the only broad in the match and I'm sure most of those brain dead scumbags in the audience think that I'm not good enough to hold my own. Well fellas, that's where you're DEAD wrong. You see, I've beat up as many men as I have women. The only difference is you guys have a big target dangling between your legs.
Cena: But wouldn't that get you disqualified...
Rosie: SHUT UP!
Cena: Yes ma'am!
Rosie: The point is, if you think I'm just gonna let you fellas walk all over poor old me, then you'll be leaving that ring with alot of missing teeth and broken bones. Because you see, the difference between me and the rest of these whores is that I don't give a shit about my looks! You can beat me up as long as you want and I'll just keep getting back up, ready to knock your damn lights out. I don't care if you're that poor bitch, that Casanova bitch, that Scottish Bitch, that Flasher in the trench coat, or that b-ball bouncing bitch... in the end, I'm gonna win that match, go into that title match, and claim that belt for the only people who deserve it... me, Joshua, and Earnest! Mark my words, we will show you all the power of the Innocent!
Rosie grabs the microphone and shoves it hard, knocking Cena on his ass again, then delivering a vicious kick right across that posterior of his, before stomping off.
Cena: Well... still better than most of the women I've been on dates with.
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Post by James Bon Jovi on Jul 28, 2008 8:46:43 GMT -5
Bailey: Ladies and gentlemen, we're just back from the Stuff of Legends! In my opinion, the BEST PAY PER VIEW we've ever had. Lawless: It's the only Pay Per View we've had! Bailey: Still the best! Lawless: Whatever. But our next match now, is-- *The opening of this song starts up, and a familiar man steps out into the spotlight to boos.* Lawless: Oh God. Bailey: Oh my. Lawless: Oy. *The tan, chiseled man, no less than 6' 2” at that, gets a camera closeup, everything speeding up as he straightens his long brown hair behind his head. Decked in dark blue sunglasses he slowly walks his way down the aisle with a light step.* Bailey: Huh. *He has a big grin, dropping his shades and taking a glance at the women in the audience who sheepishly smile back at him. He runs up the steps and hops into the ring, shaking his wrists out and placing his shades on top of his head. He motions for a microphone from outside. He gets it. Raising an arm up, he gestures for his music to trail off. It does.* Man: Ladies...and...GENTLEMEN... *He pauses with the boos continuing, and looking around at the audience, he shuts his mouth and pouts his lips. As their reaction dies down he glances down, off camera.* Man: Last night, was Wrestling's Innovative Genesis' FIRST Pay Per View, THE STUFF...OF...LEGENDS! *Applause breaks out.* Man: All the fans in the W*I*G-SPHERE...were THE witnesses to a series of devastating and brutal battles...not the least of which being Synthy Eris vs Chick Aura...or even Hardcore Hensley doing battle with the towering GIANT known simply as...EARNEST. Which by the way, was utterly disappointing for me. Why, he forgot to wield the ogre-killing AUTHENTIC...BULGARIAN MEEYAK...that would've put “Hardcore” away before the bell itself even rang. *He receives more boos, but simply shrugs them off.* Man: But seriously folks. Enough about the loveable Jim Varney's fabulous misadventures, REST HIS SOUL! No. I bring to you something more amazing than even that! *He straightens his hair again and clears his throat.* Man: It all started. SIX! DAYS! AGO...! I was sittin' pretty in the ONE, THE ONLY, ACROPOLIS OF BEWILDERMENT. And what happens to me? Some...YOUNG...PUNK!...bolted in. He bolted past the pillars. Past the SECK-ZEE LAY-DEES! Chewing frigging BUBBLE GUM. And he said to me... *nasal voice* “Mr. Bon Jovi, James E. Colvin of Pro Wrestling W*I*G was wondering...if you wanted to shed your God-like GRACE upon the POOR, DEPRIVED, PEASANTRY that composes NINETY-NINE POINT NIIIIIIIIIIIINE!...PERCENT of the audience.” *Back to normal* And you know what I said? I said, “We don't allow FRIGGING bubble gum in the ACROPOLIS OF BEWILDERMENT!!!!” *more boos* Man: And then...like Christopher Colombo in the West Indies, I came...I saw...I conquered the stage. Donning the name given to me at birth, the name destined for success and greatness. And with my ROUSING...and...AROUSING...performance...I successfully acquired a contract from that old lug JAMES COLVIN. *Reaching into his white pants, the sides of the leggings now revealing a trio of vertical pink ankhs, the cocky young man extracts a crumpled-up piece of paper.* Man: “A contract, permitting the one...the only...JAMES...BON...JOVI...to wrestle here in WRESTLING'S...INNOVATIVE...GENESIS... as he sees fit.”*The crowd boos, a few face palm.* James: And oh, don't you worry all. I'll be fit. I'll be hot. I'll be damn UNBEATABLE in my quest to reign SUPREME. As the ONE, THE ONLY, JAMES...BON...JOVI! *“Bad Medicine” starts back up to more boos as the man tosses his microphone to Tom Bailey, who almost falls while haphazardly catching the piece of equipment. James Bon Jovi turns 180 degrees and steps through the ropes, flipping his shades back over his eyes and making his way up the ramp. The camera fades out.*
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Coltrane
Opener
First Ever W*I*G* Champion
Posts: 29
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Post by Coltrane on Jul 28, 2008 16:48:56 GMT -5
W*I*G SPHERE- BACKSTAGE
*Coltrane is shown in a rather deserted backstage area, his back against the wall.*
Coltrane: Well, I did it. I showed everyone. And I especially hope that you were satisfied with my performance, Mr. Colvin. I have proven my worth to W*I*G & now, I'm the #1 contender. That can't be taken from me. I earned the right to participate in W*I*G's inaugural championship match. I, the guy you thought was mediocre, the man you didn't think was special enough... I slammed Sky Monix, that travesty of a man who dares to enter the sport of kings, right through that table... & it gave me such satisfaction I can't wait 'til our next match. I... I've done it. I'm at the top of W*I*G. Whoever else is facing me in that first title match... I'm sorry for what you'll have to endure at my hands, but you will have to prove yourself worthy of being in the same ring as a man like myself... & I know nobody desreves this as much as me.
*Cut to the next thing.*
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The Innocent
Opener
Rosie: First Ever WIG Women's Champion
Posts: 88
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Post by The Innocent on Jul 28, 2008 23:42:44 GMT -5
We cut to the ring, just in time to see Cherry making her way to the ring, via roller skates, as she stops and bends down, quickly taking them off, before grabbing them by the strings and heading up the stairs into the ring.
Tom: And it's looks like we're about to see some WIG women's action, as we see Cherry making her way to the ring.
Jeanie: Women's action?! Awww... c'mon! Where's the fun in that?!
Tom: Don't worry. I'm sure you'll get your fill of strapping men soon enough.
Jeanie: Hmmmph... I better!
Cherry finally makes her way into the ring, walking over and setting those skates in the turnbuckle corner, before giving an innocent wave to the crowd, who give her a slight pop.
Tom: Now... I wonder who her opponent is for tonight?
Cherry's music begins to die down, as she waits in the ring, curious it seems to see who her opponent is. She doesn't wait long, as Metallica's St. Anger picks up on the Colvintron, as the crowd gives quite a number of loud boos, as Rosie stomps out from the back, a very noticeable bandage on her forehead, as a result of that nasty baseball bat from Vin Beverly. She looks even more pissed off then usual, as she slightly rubs at that forehead.
Tom: You can't be serious...
Jeanie: Wow. Talk about total opposites, eh Tom?
Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from the Land of Purity, weighing in at 200 pounds, she is a member of The Innocent... Rosie!
Rosie quickly slides into the ring, wasting no time, as Cherry gives her opponent a look, seeming a bit... hesitant now it seems.
Finkel: And her opponent... currently in the ring, from the Other Side of the Tracks, weighing in at 130 pounds, Cherry!
Rosie doesn't waste any time, immediately ramming Cherry into the back of the turnbuckle, immediately delivering a quick series of shoulder tackles, as Cherry gasps in pain, as Rosie yanks her back out, taking her right into a Flapjack, turning it into a Gutbuster! Cherry grasps at her chest, now lying flat on her stomach. Rosie immediately leaps onto her back, immediately raining down a vicious series of fists across the back of her head, as Cherry yelps in pain, trying to squirm free. Luckily the referee comes over and forces Rosie to get off. She reluctantly does so, as Cherry grasps the back of her head, slowly rising to her feet, only to be grabbed from behind, as Rosie delivers a headbutt to the back of the skull, sending Cherry back to her knees! She quickly swings around in front of her, coming off the ropes, as Cherry gets back up, just in time to get decapitated by a vicious Bulldog Lariat! She quickly gets back to her feet, then grabs Cherry by the back of the head again, delivering a few cocky slaps across her face, then taking her right into a second standing lariat, turning the poor girl inside out!
Jeanie: DAMN!!!
Bailey: Rosie clearly doesn't have a remorseful bone in her body.
Jeanie: And you just figured that out?!
The crowd boos angrily, as Rosie rolls Cherry over with a foot, shrugging her shoulders, then placing that foot atop for a cover. 1....2.....
Bailey: Cherry showing some gumption... getting the shoulder up after that vicious assault.
Jeanie: Yeah, but it's a pretty stupid move if you ask me.
Cherry gets the shoulder up somehow. Rosie looks down with anger, as she yanks Cherry up quite harshly, only to get a shoulder block, hunching her over in surprise. Cherry then starts delivering a number of forearms to the forehead, as Rosie cringes in pain, grasping that bandaged area. Cherry delivers a few more quick shots, managing to back Rosie against the ropes! The crowd cheers, as Cherry charges forward, leaping for a diving crossbody, only to get caught in mid air, as Rosie lets out an angry yell, before tossing Cherry out of the ring with a fall away slam, sending her crashing down to the outside! She lands with a thud, as Rosie rubs that forehead of hers slightly, before backing up, slapping her knee, then charging full speed as Cherry rises, nailing that baseball slide into a DDT! Cherry gets spiked hard, now laying limp outside the ring, as the crowd boos, Rosie now letting out a very harsh laugh, before yanking and tossing Cherry back into the ring, rolling in after, then immediately locking on the Fury Grasp, as Cherry begging yelping in pain, Rosie adding even more damage with a few vicious fists as she's locked in this hold. Cherry tries to put her foot on the ropes, but Rosie immediately yanks her away, then puts the hold back on with even more pressure, as the crowd boos, Cherry now having no choice but to tap out.
Bailey: Rosie with that baseball slide into a DDT! We all know how effective that move is.
Jeanie: And finishing up with that Fury Grasp.
Bailey: Clearly, Rosie had no trouble here.
Jeanie: She tried... but it was no good. And really... even after suffering a baseball bat to the head, this woman hasn't even lost a step.
Bailey: To be honest, I'm not surprised.
Finkel: Here is your winner... Rosie!
Rosie hops up off the mat, looking down at her fallen opponent with a huge grin, then suddenly noticing something... particularly those roller skates in the corner. She stomps over, grabbing them by the strings, twirling them a bit, then walking over, yanking Cherry up by the air with one hand, then bouncing off the ropes, coming back and driving those skates right between the eyes! The crowd lets out another loud boo... as Cherry goes down hard, forehead now spurting blood, as the referee runs over, immediately checking on the woman, as Rosie leans down and looks right in her face.
Bailey: Oh my god! That was completely uncalled for!
Jeanie: Geez... Rosie adding injury to... injury.
Rosie: Hey bitch! Next time... JUST STAY DOWN!
Metallica's St Anger starts up once again, as Rosie forms a rather angry look on her face, before turning around and stomping back out of the ring.
Bailey: A very short and simple affair by one of the toughest individuals in WIG... man or woman.
Jeanie: Yeah... but she's still ugly as sin.
Rosie grasps again slightly at that forehead as she heads to the back once again, but other than that, she doesn't seem to have even broken a sweat. The woman turns around, holding her up her hands in victory, a huge sneer on her hideous face, before she quickly turns back around and walks to the back, as we fade to the next segment.
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The White Boys
Opener
First Ever WIG Tag Team Champions
Rammer Jammer, Yellowhammer, give 'em hell, Alabama!
Posts: 36
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Post by The White Boys on Jul 30, 2008 23:01:04 GMT -5
Howard Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. *Finlay and Hornswoggle’s music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGF-amVzhRkFinkel: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 373 pounds, from Belfast, Northern Ireland—FINLAY AND HORNSWOGGLE. *Finlay and Hornswoggle come out to a nice pop. Finlay has on his green and black singlet, black knee pads, and white boots. He also has his shillelagh in hand. Hornswoggle is wearing his little leprechaun outfit. They walk to the ring and enter it. Hornswoggle takes off his hat and coat.* Tom Bailey: This should be an interesting match, Finlay and Hornswoggle versus the Latin Lovers. Jeannie Lawless: Which will prevail—the fiery Latino passion or the rough and toughness of the Irish!? And, whoever wins may get a little surprise from me. Tom: You like Finlay and Hornswoggle. Jeannie: I want to know what else Finlay likes besides fighting. And, that little Hornswoggle can get into many tight places. Tom: I may never eat again. *The White Boys’ music plays. www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHsDa9_HSlA Everyone in the ring looks confused.* Tom: Um…that’s the wrong music. Jeannie: Yeah, why is the White Boys’ music playing? *The White Boys come out to some confused looks and boos. They aren’t dressed in their wrestling gear: Jason is wearing a button-up plaid shirt, jeans, and sneakers; and Justin is wearing a University of Alabama T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Justin also has that Confederate Flag designed guitar. They slowly walk to the ring.* Tom: What are The White Boys doing out here? Jeannie: They may not be dressed in their wrestling gear, but they look like they are ready to fight. *The White Boys approach the ring with caution. They move to opposite sides of the ring so that Finlay will have to turn his back to one of them. Suddenly, Jason slides into the ring and attacks Finlay. However, Finlay fights him off with his shillelagh.* Tom: Jason goes after Finlay, but Finlay fights him off with his shillelagh. Jeannie: Finlay is doing well now, but he needs to remember Justin White on the outside. *Justin quickly enters the ring. He attacks Finlay from behind. Finlay turns around and tries to hit Justin with the shillelagh, but Jason grabs the weapon. Suddenly, Justin kicks Finlay in the crotch and hits him over the head with the guitar. The audience lets out a groan. Hornswoggle cowers in the corner.* Tom: Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! What a guitar shot! Jeannie: I knew it! Finlay took his eyes off of Justin, and now he’s lying on the mat. Tom: And, Hornswoggle is cowering in the corner, scared to death of what these two might do to him and his father. Jeannie: Scared!? How can anyone find these two handsome young men scary!? Tom: Jeannie! Jeannie: I can’t help it—they’re adorable! *The White Boys pick up Finlay. Jason pulls the guitar off his head and picks him up in a holding suplex position. Then, Justin jump up onto Finlay, placing his knees on Finlay’s stomach. And, the White Boys hit him with an inverted suplex slam/modified double knee gutbuster combo.* Tom: The South Will Rise Again, and that devastating move has Finlay knocked out. Jeannie: I still don’t understand why the White Boys are out here. Tom: Who knows!? *The White Boys get up and gloat at what they have done. The crowd boos the brothers from Alabama. Then, the White Boys turn their attention to Hornswoggle. Suddenly, Jason runs over and grabs the little guy.* Tom: What the hell are they doing!? Leave Hornswoggle alone! Jeannie: Oh, those horrible sexy bastards! Tom: Jeannie! Jeannie: I know—I’m horrible, too! *Jason picks up Hornswoggle for a dominator while Justin moves onto the apron. Then, Justin jumps onto the top rope, springboards off, and hits Hornswoggle with an elbow drop. The crowd boos loudly, and some throw trash.* Tom: I don’t believe it! The Flying Elephant to Hornswoggle! Jeannie: Wow! These guys must really hate leprechauns. *Justin gets up. Jason grabs the microphone from Finkel and starts talking.* Jason: We win out debut match, on pay-per-view no less, and this is the next match we get—some Irish guy and a leprechaun!? This does not make any sense! We are the White Boys! We have been makin’ waves in the rasslin’ world for the past few months! We should be gettin’ booked against some top notch competition! And, not some stereotypical Irishman and a self deprecatin’ midget! We… *Suddenly, James “Magnum” Constance’s music plays. www.youtube.com/watch?v=NAY_v1wKpOs The crowd pops loudly.* Tom: Why is James “Magnum” Constance coming out!? Jeannie: Who cares!? He just needs to come out soon so I can stare at that gorgeous body he has! *Magnum comes out, holding a microphone. His music stops, and he starts talking.* Constance: What is wrong with you two!? First, you attack me and L. Rey for no reason. Then, you bash a guitar over my head to steal a victory at The Stuff Of Legends. Then, you bash L. Rey’s own guitar over his head. And now, you double team Finlay and attack Hornswoggle, a person who can’t even really defend himself!? Are you two insane!? Jason: If it’s crazy to want to earn respect, then I reckon my brother and me are crazy. Constance: Respect!? You did all this for respect!? Jason: Yes! You see, we are the best tag team in W*I*G. And, we deserved to be treated as such. If people won’t give us that respect, then we will beat it out of them. Constance: You don’t beat people up to get respect! You have to earn it! And, you just can’t go around beating up people whenever you feel like it! Hell, you weren’t even scheduled to face those two! Jason: You should know what you are talkin’ about before you speak. If you did, then you would know who is booked against who! Justin: Whom. Jason: Oh, for the love of God! Now is not the time for proper grammar, Justin! Constance: What do you mean? Jason: I mean, we go from facin’ you and L. Rey, some real competition, to havin’ to rassle these two sellout jokes! This is what we mean by not getting’ any respect! Constance: Wait a minute. Are you saying that you two were booked to wrestle Finlay and Hornswoggle!? Jason: That’s what it said on the matchboard. Constance: No, it didn’t! Jason: I’m afraid that you’re wrong! Constance: No, I’m afraid that you’re wrong! You weren’t booked to wrestle Finlay and Hornswoggle. Jason: Are you illiterate!? I saw the match board, and it said us versus Finlay and Hornswoggle! Constance: No, it said that you two were wrestling Hawkins and Ryder. Wait a minute! Did you read it wrong!? *laughs uncontrollably* Jason: No! It didn’t say that! Tell him, Justin! Justin: Actually, he’s right. Constance: Aha! I told you! *continues laughing* Jason: He’s right!? Justin: Yeah, it said “The White Boys VS Hawkins and Ryder.” Jason: Why didn’t you tell me before we came out here!? Justin: Because you said that we were gonna beat up Finlay and Hornswoggle. And, I didn’t wanna pass that up! I hate that Hornswoggle! Jason: I don’t believe it! Constance: Me, neither! I got beat by a guy who can’t read a matchboard! *continues laughing and walks off* Jason: Wait! You get back here, dammit! This doesn’t change a thing! We still demand respect! Tom: Well, that is pretty embarrassing for The White Boys. Jeannie: Yeah! Can it get any worse for these two? *As all this talking has gone on, Finlay and Hornswoggle have gotten up. Hornswoggle holds his throat. Finlay sneaks up behind the White Boys and lowblows them both. The crowd cheers loudly.* Jeannie: And, that answers my question. *Finlay turns the tag team around and bashes them both with the shillelagh. He knocks Justin out of the ring. Jason falls against the ropes. Finlay grabs him and hits Jason with a Celtic cross. Then, Hornswoggle climbs up to the second rope and hits Jason with the tadpole splash.* Tom: Finlay and Hornswoggle have gotten some payback for the attack earlier! Jeannie: Too bad its not an official match. *Finlay yells at the timekeeper to ring the bell. He does. Then, Finlay tells the referee to make the count. He does.* Ref: 1…2…3! *The bell rings, the crowd pops, and Finlay and Hornswoggle’s music plays.* Jeannie: Once again, I speak too soon. Finkel: Here are your winners—FINLAY AND HORNSWOGGLE! *Finlay picks up Hornswoggle, and they celebrate their victory with the White Boys laid out.* Tom: The White Boys’ attack on Finlay and Hornswoggle has turned into a huge embarrassment, thanks in large part to Jimmy “Magnum” Constance. I doubt this is over between Magnum and The White Boys. Jeannie: Where are the Latin Lovers!? *Cut to commercial*
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