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Post by ragnal on Sept 27, 2008 19:40:06 GMT -5
Backstage, we find Chick Aura pacing around the locker room, or more specifically the bench in the middle of the locker room. Except for when she turns her back to it, she keeps her gaze on a wall covered with promotional pictures of WIG's female talent that will be in the battle royale: Synthy, Rosie, Alexa, Danny, Cheyenne, Tracy, Nicole, Talia, and Lexi.
After a while longer of pacing, Chick finally steps up to the wall, just looking up and down at the pictures. With a inhaling snort, Chick spits on a picture of Synthy, then grabs the one of Lexi off the wall, ripping them up into confetti. Next to go are photos of Alexa and Rosie, which Chick crumples up and tosses to the floor. Danny and Cheyenne's pictures are torn off next, once more being ripped to bits, this time by means of Chick's teeth. Finally left are Tracey, Nicole, synthy, and Talia. Aura grabs all theirs and crumples them up, throwing them to the floor ala an overexcited quarterback after making a touchdown. Finally, she grabs Synthy's, and crumples it up as she did the others. But rather than throwing it away...she stuffs it into her mouth, chewing it up before finally spitting the giant wad of paper onto the floor. She finally looks up at the camera, and says...
Chick: Last...warning...do not mess...with...me...
Fade to your doom.
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Post by Jason Hereford on Sept 28, 2008 9:22:51 GMT -5
*As he walks through the halls of backstage, Jason Hereford is suddenly stopped by John Cena, clutching a microphone.*
Cena: I’m John Cena, and I’m here with a man who doesn’t bathe—Jason Hereford. Jason, as you well know, you’re one of the four men who’ll be competing in W*I*G’s first ever World Heavyweight Championship match at Parade of Champions. But I just wanted to know, what are your thoughts on this Elimination Match? Do you have any words for your opponents?
Hereford: First off, that first thing was “tactful,” John. I’m sure you don’t talk that way to your mom when she tells you it’s your seven ‘o clock curfew.
Cena: Hey, that’s EIGHT ‘o clock curfew.
Hereford: Whatever. Anyway, as for my opponents, let me run down the list here. Exner. Well Exner, you’re obviously the most brilliant strategist of us all here, with your uncoordinated violence and brutish demeanor. Yeah, you’ve got that war dog thing going on…which is exactly what’s going to damn you when you’re stuck on the floor for the whole match, twisted like a cheap pretzel and gasping for breath. That or your weapon fetish gets you disqualified…or clocked over the head when nobody else is looking. *He nods, as if confirming this to himself.*
Joshua. You’re a little more independent than John Doe’s beast of burden, but that’s not saying much because you still keep yourself subservient to the fucking Cigarette Smoking Man. No wait, sorry. It’s probably closer to the Wizard of Oz. *He lets off a smirk* Now you, Joshua, have some strategy…that is instantly negated by you being the Roderick Strong of kicks. Kick! Kick-kick! And over and over. Now, that leaves the other three of us to pick your legs apart, immobilize you and you’re practically a lame duck.
Last but least we’ve got Coltrane. Ah yes, Coltrane. You’re probably the biggest threat, because you have the ability to actually wrestle *gasp* balanced! Now hear me out Coltrane. You got lucky in the Battle Royal, which was just enough to get you the win over me—and many others—and get the shot in this match. Low and behold, douchebag. *He frowns, pointing to himself stiffly.* HERE I AM. And now that you’ll have nowhere to run, no way to snatch victory from the all-too obvious jaws of defeat, no way to pull off that fluke of an upset…I’m going to make you regret the day you EVER dared to step into the ring against Jason Hereford.
And that goes for you too, Exner and Joshua. Now if you’ll excuse me, Mr. Cena. I have business to attend to.
*He smiles, pushing Cena out of the way, into the wall and walking off camera.*
Cena: …Strong push...and words...from Jason Hereford.
*He clutches his side and walks offscreen, and the camera fades out.*
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Post by Ykaterina Milosanova on Sept 29, 2008 21:32:53 GMT -5
*Cutting to the Colvitron, a fuzzy screen emerges, in black and white with Cyrillic text flashing and buzzing on and off the screen. A countdown begins to flash.* 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! *The screen flashes again, now revealing a familiar park on the outskirts of a city, with some different music from the last segment playing over it.* Narrator: Yes, you may remember me. Not long ago, was it? Anyway, where were we last…ah yes, back to Yaroslavl. The progress of my best student is nothing short of outstanding, as far as I am concerned. *Dressed in the same attire as last, the masked Milosanova performing squats with a bar over her shoulders. On each side is a weight of what looks to be 50 kilograms. The better-dressed man is barking orders at her as she lifts strenuously.* Better-Dressed Man: …sorok dva, sorok tri, sorok chetyre! Derzhite ego vverh! *She continues lifting as he continues to yell, and the sound becomes muffled. The narration continues.* Narrator: Permit me to introduce myself...everyone I train knows me as Major Vakorosky. I studied for years under the Soviet training regimes, and in turn I train my students to be the most athletic, most powerful, and most intelligent specimens that professional sports knows of! *The camera cuts to a different scenario, the woman now performing push-ups on the cold, hard ground as Vakorosky—the better-dressed man—puts on foot on the small of her back and shifts his weight onto that point. Her arms shake a bit, but after a few seconds she begins to continue as normal. He begins to bark more orders to her, directly.* Vakorosky: Budet kak raz nemnogo bol'she vesa dlja vas. Ne mnogo. Zabotit? Idti soderzhanija! Pjat'desjat dva, pjat'desjat tri, pjat'desjat chetyre… ja hochu sorok shest' bol'she! *The next segment brings us to the Volga itself, where Ykaterina is standing in the water in her training gear. Submerged up to her neck in the cold river water, she keeps herself perfectly still despite the obvious discomfort presented by the condition.* Vakorovsky *narrating*: She’s quite tough, I must say. I’m not sure what drives her to her levels of performance, but if all my students had that mindset, I’d be a much happier man! *Next to the river is none other than Vakorovsky, who has a smirk on his face as he points offscreen.* Vakorovsky *no longer narrating*: To budet vsja minuta! Teper' livni budut tol'ko kilometrom ili nastol'ko proch'. Tak ja predlagaju vy bolee luchshe bezhit prezhde chem vy poluchaete bol'nym! *Milosanova nods, her facial features completely hidden, as she pulls herself out of the water. Drenched and shivering, she wastes no time in running in the direction she has been pointed to. Finally, the camera cuts to one final scene. At an airport terminal, still masked, Ykaterina is clad in street clothes—a blue t-shirt, jeans and black athletic shoes. She has numerous suitcases with her and is on her way to a plane with the destination written in English: “Los Angeles National Airport, Los Angeles, United States.” She hears her cell phone ringing and takes it out to answer.* Vakorovsky *on the phone*: Okay, everything is finished. I of course must finish with the rest of the class, but I wish you good luck with the rest of your journey, and your time wrestling. But…I must go. Good bye, and once again, good luck. *The phone line goes dead, and Milosanova puts the sleek little phone back into her pocket, turning her head to the side.* Milosanova: And I’ll make sure to tell them all good luck… …they’ll need it. *As she makes her way through the doors with her luggage, the music and video fade out as the Colvitron goes back to static noise. Fade to the next segment.*
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Post by C. M. Synthy on Sept 30, 2008 19:05:17 GMT -5
*The camera decides to exile the audience to a new view, explicitly colorful room. Bright green with butter yellow daisies. Lexi Dyionisi, as if you expected anyone else, appears. She's wearing her usual gear, except in an exercising gear format. She's got this playing in the background. She's performing backflips ... while on a treadmill. One would think this was not easy, especially with her massively baggy pajama bottoms. Lexi, however, pulls it off with ease. She does a forward flip, grabs the bars with her feet, and pulls herself up similar to a monkey's. Lexi grabs the handles with her hands, and lifts herself up further. She flips over the front bars, and turns off the machine by reaching backward and jabbing the stop button.*Lexi: I'm 'bout as a bored a yoyo without a string, man. *Lexi looks around, wide-eyed, and with a look of drowsy boredom shedding over her normally exuberant exterior. A song rings out, passing the Speed Over Beethoven track. This outbursts. Lexi hop, skips, and jumps over to a bright blue table, upon which lie a CM Punk hoodie, Dance Dance Revolution Hero t-shirt, and a multitude of colorful things that the audience can't even begin to make sense of. She digs through all of the random items, only to pull out an electric blue and pink striped cell phone.*Lexi:OOOOO. HIYA SIS! Wha'chu mean don't be so loud? I dunno. I can't tell any difference. Come ON, sissy...I was excercisin'. And I thought you were sleeping. But you're here? Hurrah! OOOOOH. I borrowed your CH Munk hoodie... cuz it got really chilly and I couldn't find my blood-splattered smilie face jacket. Yes. Yes. Yesyesyesyesy. No. Maybe. Nah, I remembered my towel. Nononono, possibly. OO! 98769! =D *Synthy only knows what the hel ((Lexi: HEY!)) heck this girlwoman could possibly be answering. Lexi bounces around even as she speaks into the phone. This would include something that looks like a Russian Can-Can dance.*Lexi: Um, Juicy-juice is guh-nasty, I like soda. But you won't lemme have any. =[ D'you have a Slushie? Aww... waitasec. I think I know where I can get some!! Want me to get you one?! Kay! Cuz if we're gonna have a "We Are Serious Siblings!" talk, then I want something interesting around. And Slushies are pretty. And freezing cold. Like what I've heard people say bout'chu.... HEY. What are you Germanizing at me for? =P *Lexi pouts. But as the person on the other line, presumably her sister, continues, her pouty-lipped mouth springs upwards into the usual anime-like smile.* Lexi: OKAY! I'll be there in a jiffy, tiffy, tizzy... dizzy, thin lizzy, oh yeah. Focus! -She cuts a curt nod to herself- Sissy, I'll be there in a jiffy with the pretty little slushies of flavor! *Lexi grabs pretty much everything on the table, and in an insanely swift movement, has it cleared of everything when she walks away, a suspiciously bulging hot pink leopard backpack now on her back.
The camera follows the not-so-quiet ninja as she stalks toward a different dressing room. It has DDR pads, but the decor actually matches. And there's a massive slushy machine standing in the center, shining in all of it's slushie glory. She steps up, eyes shining brightly and in awe. She bows to the machine.*Lexi: Oh wondrous machine of slushiriffic glory... How I do -squeal- LOVE YOUUUU! *Lexi quickly bounces over to it, and has yanked two plastic cups from a hand-dandy little sidebar. One she fills with the specific Pepsi kind. The other is a Suicide Slushy, filled to the brim with every flavor the machine offers. When they are both filled completely, Lexi sets them down on the sidebar, glances around... and with a adorably mischivious look only a small kid could pull off, sticks her mouth beneath one of the slushy faucets and lets loose.
Phone rings, and Lexi instantly looks up with a "Uh-oh..." kind of look. With a look of remorse to the machine, Lexi picks up her cups and zooms away to meet up with her sister.*
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Post by Elixir Estamos Jr on Oct 2, 2008 17:17:02 GMT -5
"This Vindication broadcast is interrupted to bring you!" ------------------- Voiceover: He arrives soon, a man of energy, life and vitality! We are shown a sports car as it powers around the streets of many american towns. As the Ferrari races past other cars this Music plays. The sports car skids into a corner and then into a completely different landscape of mountains, jungles and narrow cliff edge roads.Voiceover: A man who will fly and capture your imagination! A man who hopes to bring the spark back to professional wrestling. A man who will have you on the edge of your seat! The car almost flys into a tunnel, birds of paradise scatter. The car emerges on the other side but now the landscape is that of rolling hills, meadows and other beautiful rrual surroundings.Voiceover: This man knows right from wrong, this man will help those in trouble. This man will make a stand for all that is good. This man is ready to 'Do It Now!' The car swerves into a dirt road and powers into a ramp sending the car flying off over a mountain into the sunset.Voiceover: Your energy is his life. Elixir Estamos Jr is coming to W.I.G!------------------- "Now back to your regular show."
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Post by Elixir Estamos Jr on Oct 3, 2008 19:13:52 GMT -5
We are ringside with Jeanie Lawler and Tom bailey at the commentary table.Jeanie Lawler: So whats next Tom? Tom Bailey: I have no idea ... oh ... oh here we go ... The lights dim and some small pyrotechnics go off.Howard Finkel: the following match is for one fall introducing first a man who weighs in at 285 pounds. He hails from Phoenix, Arizona. He is Luther Reigns! Out from the back walks Luther Reigns, he looks to be in a bad mood possibly because his acting career has gone no where. He climbs the ring steps gives a mean stare to The fink and then raises his hands briefly for the crowd, who jeer him.Bailey: Luther Reigns, well this a surprise but who is his opponent? Jeanie: Look at the muscles on Luther, you know I think he's been working out. Bailey: Quickly Howard ... Luther's music stops and the lights change to a more traditional entrance style.Howard Finkel: his opponent, making his W.I.G debut ... the music switches to 'Do It Now' - Killer Cuts as the lights switch between normal and flashing yellow occasionally.Howard Finkel: He weighs in at 233 pounds and hails from Santa Rita, Honduras ... As the martial arts cry of the music finishes, the stage is engulfed in a criss cross of pyrotechnics like a giant X. Under the arch of the X a man forward rolls and then on one knee poses for the crowd.Howard Finkel: he is, Elixir Estamos Jr! The man known as Elixir is dressed in long black pants with criss crossing parallel diagonal stripes of white, yellow, pink and blue. His mask fits snugly over his face and shows nothing of his true identity apart from his mouth and what looks like a makeshift gourd for storing water hangs around his upper body. He heads to the ring his upbeat music getting the crowd going as he slaps hands with the fans. He reaches the ring and pauses to uncork the gourd and takes a drink. he then rolls into he ring and leaps onto ton of the turnbuckles to pose for the fans and some photos.Jeanie: OK Tom, who is this guy, whats with the mask is he afraid to show his face? Bailey: I have no idea, he's only just arrived I know about as much as you. All I have on him is a few scraps of information? Jeanie: Such as? Bailey: Well he is a famed Honduran wrestler and that he wrestles for his own enjoyment and to make others enjoy life. Jeanie: Well isn't that nice, next you'll tell me he's good with kids and never lies ... Bailey: actually. Bell RingsElixir walks up to Luther and offers his hand, but Luther just ignores him and walks on by. Elixir shrugs this off, claps his hands and readies himself. The pair tie up and Luther immediately brings a knee up into Elixir's chest knocking the debut wrestler to the mat. Elixir is quickly back up though and goes into another tie up. Luther once again tries for the Kneelift but Elixir slips round the back and smacks a forearm across Luther's back. Luther annoyed turns around only to be greeted by two feet to the jaw. Luther stumbles back as Elixir rushes him , slides under his legs and rolls him up for a pin. 1 2 Luther kicks out and rolls to his feet as Elixir leaps onto the 2nd rope and jumps off catching Luther with a crossbody. 1 2 Luther kicks out and tries to keep a hold of Elixir by the arm, but Elixir is fast and nimble and flips out of it and catches Luther in the face with a wheel kick. Luther gets back to his feet as Elixir waves his fingers in the air getting the crowd on side. Luther annoyed charges after Elixir who ducks to the side of him and attempts a back heel karate kick, but Luther blocks this one and hammers Elixir down with a clothesline. Jeanie: Luther's so hot when he's angry Bailey: Now we see what this Elixir guy is made of. Luther pulls Elixir up by his mask and drives him in between his legs. Luther pulls him up and Elixir is prepared grabs Luther by the head and brings him down into a facebuster! Luther is on dream street as Elixir does a back flip shouts out 'Hondura!' and then clocks Luther with a Discus Punch to the face. Bailey: I am told that this is the Vitalizing Cascade Luther falls to the mat as Elixir scales the top rope and leaps off with a high stunning moonsault, nailing Luther across the chest with full impact. 1 2 3 Bell RingsHoward Finkel: The winner of the match is Elixir Estamos Jr! The crowd cheers as Elixir has his hand raised by the referee, and then walks over to the corner and stands on the 2nd rope for the photosBailey: An impressive first match for this young Honduran, I predict big things for Elixir. Jeanie: He's wearing a mask how we can trust him? Also whats in that gourd of his, I don't like it. Bailey: Your just upset your heartthrob of the day Luther Reigns lost. Jeanie: but he's so manly!! Elixir is now walking up the ramp way, he turns to face the ring one more time and raises his hands, the crowd cheers for his first win.--
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Post by James E. Colvin on Oct 4, 2008 14:56:24 GMT -5
*We are taken to James E. Colvin's, owner of W*I*G, office, where he is seated at his desk.
Colvin: Hello W*I*G fans, and welcome to another episode of Vindication. But before we begin tonight, I have a few things I feel like I need to say. First off, I'd like to thank you, the fans, for helping make last night a huge sucsess. I hope you had as much fun watching it as I did presenting it to you.
*He shuffles papers on his desk.
Colvin: I'd also like to be the first to officially congratulate all of our champions from last night. Rosie, our first ever Woman's champion, The White Boys, our first ever Tag Team champions, and last but not least, Coltrane, our first ever W*I*G champion. As as added bonus, I would like to give you an great opprotunity. Later this month, at Halloween Hell, which takes place Friday, October 31st, Rosie, White Boys, and Coltrane, you will get to hand select your opponents for that PPV. You will, however have to announce them ahead of time. No keeping secrets here!
*He picks up another piece of paper
Colvin: Unfortunately, our PPV didn't go off pefectly, thanks to one man. Exner, what you did almost jeopardized our main event, the biggest to date. Not only did you illegally attack and possibly injure two fellow wrestlers, you attacked a W*I*G official, which is something I myself cannot stand for. Initially, I was going to suspend or even fire you,but someone else came up with a great idea. And I'd like to give him the floor, now.
*The camera pans out to show Jonathan Doe, with Cheyenne shackled by his side, standing next to Colvin's chair.
Doe: Hello, Exner. I know you and pretty much everyone else has at least one question for me...why? Why did I abandon you last night. The fact of the matter is you are, in a sense, worthless. Now, some of you will harp in and say "But he's never been pinned or made submit" and all that malarky, but I'd be willing to bet my life that you, Exner, have more disqualification losses than you do wins. Sure, you can maim pretty much anyone put before you, but at what cost? Last night, that cost was determined; The W*I*G Championship. When you cost us that title, I realized you were more of a detriment than anything, so I needed to remove you from our ranks. But I cannot just have a monster on the loose, terrorizing me at every step. So that is why Mr. Colvin and I came up with a plan. So this month, at the PPV, you will be in a match. A...Monster's Ball match. You against three yet-undetermined opponents. Exner, this may be your finest hour, or it may be your downfall. For your sake, I hope its the latter. Because this won't even scratch the surface of what I will throw at you.
*The camera pans back to Colvin
Colvin: Thank you Jonathan. And since its Halloween, every match fought will be under No DQ rules,unless you can come up with something more sinister. Thank you, and have a good month.
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Post by Andy Duke on Oct 4, 2008 15:58:57 GMT -5
*We are backstage, in a corridor, where we see Andy Duke walking towards his locker room. He has a very large smile on his face. John Cena runs in out of nowhere.
John: Andy, how are you feeling after finally beating Vin Beverly last night.
Andy: Lets just say last night was a very good night. Now if you'll excuse me, Alexa and I need to talk.
*Andy enters his locker room. Cena leaves, but the camera follows Duke in. Alexa is standing by a huge dry-erase marker board. At the top it says "New Member"
Alexa: Oh, Andy. I was just about to go find you. I need to talk to you.
Andy: What's all this?
Alexa: Well, last night, I got to thinking that we need a new member. There are three championships out there, and we have none of them. More members gives us better odds.
Andy: I was thinking the same thing. Last night during the tag match, I thought it would be great to win another tag championship. But I just kinda tucked that thought away. I thought about it some more at dinner, and then a lot after we-
*Alexa shoots an icy glare at Duke.
Andy: After we..yeah, you know.
Alexa: Well, at least we're on the same page here. I have somewhat of a homework assigment for you. I want you to think about who'd you want-
Andy: As a tag partner? Already ahead of you.
*Andy pulls a folder out of a duffle bag.
Alexa: Wow. I'm impressed. So, who do you have as possible partners?
*Andy walks up to the markerboard and grabs a blue marker. He begins to write.
Andy: First...Sky Monix.
Alexa: Sky Monix? Really?
Andy: Hear me out. Ok, so he was supposed to be hot shit before he got hurt, and now he's coming back. I'm thinking it will be beneficial for us to be the first to hop on the Monix bandwagon.
Alexa: Yeah, I'm not saying no...I'm just not saying yes either(she crosses out Monix's name with a Red Marker). Who else do you have.
Andy: Well...(Andy writes another name down)...How about Jason Hereford. He was one of the men who ended my first tag title reign. He used to be a great tag wrestler. And if we don't tag together, he seems to be a top contender for the big belt.
Alexa: Thats a suggestion I like better. We'll definately leave him up on the board. Who else
Andy: (Writes another name up) I know you won't like this one, but its worth a shot....Exner. I know him as an opponnent, you know him as a partner. It writes itself. He's a bad mamajamma, and get things done.
Alexa: Normally,I'd say yes, but after last night, and what Doe said earlier tonight, I'm not sure if I want King's Court to get involved with that mess. Maybe once the smoke clears from that. But for now(she crosses Exner out), I gotta say no.
Andy: Ok. Well, how about Coltrane? I mean, you want titles. He's got THE title.
Alexa: Thats a good idea, but a lofty one as well. I'm not saying no, but I'm not exactly sure we could get him to agree. But not a bad idea. Any more.
Andy: Just one(he writes a name up)...Kensuke Miyamoto. He's a great international talent. I've been trying to break through in Japan since I started, but other than a couple matches, I've done nothing. With Miyamoto, we've got an in. So, we'll have a great talent on our hands. We'll be popular as sliced bread in Japan. Plus, he can open the doors to other great Japanese talent. We can build ourselves the greatest international stable. We'll have a monopoly.
Alexa: That is...a surprisingly great business strategy. I really like that. OK, so we'll talk to these guys. I've got a few people of my own I'd like to talk to. We'll keep talking, keep communication through. I'm thinking this month will be all about scouting, and by this time next month, we'll have a choice hammered out. Sound good?
Andy: Sounds great. And, just one more question? Can we talk about last night? I mean, what did it all=
Alexa: We'll have to do that another time? I got to make some phone calls. You're going to be one of the people doing DVD signings for the PPVs coming out. Plus, you're going to be doing publicity for Halloween Hell. Plus, a photoshoot for GQ. You're going to be a busy busy man. I just hope I don't get lonely. But right now, you've got to get ready for a match. I'll let you do that. I'll try and track some of these potential partners down.
*Alexa leaves, and Andy looks shocked, a little puzzled, and a little sad.
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TNT
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Post by TNT on Oct 4, 2008 20:05:51 GMT -5
*We open on the W*I*G Interview Area. John Cena is standing behind the counter with Toby Nicholas Tucker, AKA TNT. He is holding a camera.*
Cena: Hello, I’m John Cena, and whoever stole by John Cena voodoo doll needs to give it back now! Anyway, I am here with Toby Nicholas Tucker, who prefers to be called…
TNT: TNT!!!! Yes, I am TNT!!!! I am dynamite! I am out of sight! I have no fright! I never quit, day or night!
Cena: Okay. So, TNT, I know the question most people have on their minds is…
TNT: How do I look so goddamn SEXY!!!!?
Cena: No, why did you attack James “Magnum” Constance and L. Rey after their match at Parade Of Champions?
TNT: Oh, yes. You know, ever since that day I attacked them, people have been coming up and asking me: “Why’d you do it? Why did you do it? Why did you attack Speedy Gonzalez and Tom Selleck’s inbred cousin!? Why!? Why!? WHY!?”
*There is a long pause.*
Cena: Well…why?
TNT: You know, people condemn me for doin’ such a despicable thang. Well, I’m here to tell you people that there are two sides to every story! And, you’ve only heard their side. I’m gonna tell you my side. No, wait! I have a better I idea! I’ll show ya my side!
Cena: Show us?
TNT: You see, I have this camera, and I like to film things with it. And, I caught a little exchange betwixt me, my girls, and that Magnum, P.I. reject. Now, Mr. Producer-man! Play the tape, bi-atch!!!!
*A tape begins to play. We are in a hallway. Tracy Jones and Talia Bell are leaning against a wall next to a vending machine. TNT is off camera, holding it.*
TNT: Come on, Talia! Say a little something into the camera.
Talia: A leettle sometheeng eento the camera.
TNT: Ha, ha!
Tracy: Oh, come on, Toby! You know our kiwi girl here is shy!
TNT: I know that, darlin’! That’s why I brought her along! To coax this turtle out of her shell!
Talia: That’s not the only theeng ya wanna coax me out of.
TNT: What’s that suppose to mean!?
Talia: Take a guess!
TNT: Why, you foxy minx, you!? Now, where is the third lady in our group?
*Tracy and Talia look around for Nicole. Tracy sees her and points.*
Tracy: Oh snap! She’s over there talking with James Constance!?
TNT: WHAT!?
*The camera turns to the right. We see Nicole Michaels leaning against the wall with James “Magnum” Constance leaning over her. They are obviously flirting with each other. TNT walks over to them.*
Constance: It turned out the guy was embezzling from his own company. He hired me to avoid suspicion from himself.
Nicole: WOW! That is amazing! You are so smart!
TNT: Hey! What in the Sam Peckinpah hell is goin’ on here!?
Nicole: Oh, crap!
Constance: You know this guy?
TNT: Damn right she knows me! I am the man who brought her to W*I*G. The name is Toby Nicholas Tucker, but you can call me TNT.
Constance: TNT? *laughs* Oh my God! Are you serious!?
TNT: You’re damn right I’m serious boy! I’m as serious as a heart attack! And, you better be careful, or else ya’ll be experiencin’ one.
Constance: What the hell are you talking about?
TNT: What I’m talkin’ about boy is that you are talkin’ to my woman!
Nicole: I’m not your woman, Toby! Besides, you have two others!
Constance: What!?
TNT: Look, I got no problem with you talkin’ with some dude, but you tell me first! And, the only thang you are allowed to do is talk!
Constance: And, that’s all we were doing—talking.
TNT: Well, it looked like it was gettin’ a little too friendly and was goin’ to lead to more than just talkin’.
Nicole: Dammit, Toby! We were just talking! And, what does it matter if I was going to do more than just talk with him?
TNT: It matters because you are my girl!
Nicole: If I’m your girl, then why do you sleep with a whole bunch of other girls!?
TNT: Well…um…you see…um…WE’RE NOT TALKIN’ ABOUT ME, DAMMIT!!!! WE’RE TALKIN’ ABOUT YOU!!!!
Constance: Hey! Calm down! Nicole and I were just talking. Besides, she’s a big girl; and this is a free country. She can date whomever she wants.
TNT: DATE!!!! DATE!!!! YOU TWO ARE GOING TO GO OUT ON A DATE!!!!?
Nicole: Oh, goddammit! *places her face into her palm*
Constance: No! That was just a for instance!
TNT: OH! It was a fer instance! Well, I have a fer instance fer ya! How about I “fer instance” my fist into your face!!!!
Constance: You do that, and I’ll “fer instance” that camera into your face!!!!
TNT: We’ll bring it on!
Nicole: *removes her face from her palm* Dammit, Toby! Will you knock it off!? We were just talking! That’s all! And, Magnum doesn’t need this! He has a match tonight!
Constance: Speaking of which, I need to go get ready. *nods his head at Nicole* Nicole. *nods his head at Talia and Tracy* Ladies. *stares daggers at TNT* YOU!
*Magnum walks off.*
Nicole: Dammit, Toby! He was a nice guy! Why do you have to ruin things for us!?
TNT: Because, you’re my girl! I brought you here! Hell, you wouldn’t have a career if it wasn’t for me!
Tracy: He’s right! This man is the reason we became successful enough to come to W*I*G!
Talia: You nid to be more loyal to hum! And, stop flirteeng wuth iviry guy out there!
Nicole: Oh! You to are ones to talk! Didn’t I see you two flirting with the White Boys a few hours ago!?
TNT: WHAT!?
*TNT from in the W*I*G Studio starts talking.*
TNT: Alright! That’s enough!
*The tape stops rolling, and we cut back to Cena and TNT in the W*I*G Interview Area.*
TNT: And, there ya have it! Magnum T.A. there was messin’ around with anotha man’s woman! From where I come from, you don’t do that! Bros before hos!!!! That is a sacred trust! You don’t break that! He did! So, I took the necessary action!
Cena: By attacking him after he had wrestled a grueling match with L. Rey!?
TNT: You damn skippy!!!!
Cena: But, why didn’t you just attack him before the match!?
TNT: Well…um…because…um…you see…um…LOOK, I DIDN’T COME HERE TO EXPLAIN MYSELF!!!!
Cena: Isn’t explaining yourself the very reason you came out here!?
TNT: Um…SHUT UP!!!! The fact of the matter is Magnum decided to milk one of my cows! Those three girls are my cows! And, I’m their bull! You mess with my cows, then you get this bull’s horns! No, if you will excuse me…
*Suddenly, James “Magnum” Constance comes from out of nowhere and attacks TNT from behind. Cena immediately exits the area. He smashes him against the counter and then throws him back first into the wall. Magnum grabs TNT’s camera, waits for TNT to get up, charges at him, and smashes the camera upside TNT’s head. It shatters, and TNT goes down. Magnum grabs the microphone Cena dropped and bends down over TNT on the floor.*
Constance: Guess what!? I’m a bull, too, and you just got my horns! *stands up* Oh, by the way, I’ll see you at Halloween Hell!
*Magnum throws the microphone down onto TNT and leaves. Then, we cut to commercial break.*
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Post by Ykaterina Milosanova on Oct 4, 2008 22:13:45 GMT -5
*In some undesignated, but clearly higher-class urban area, the masked Ykaterina Milosanova wanders down the streets, passing a few of the restaurants and stores and turning to look at each. Unbeknownst to her is a television show taking place not even a block away, near an intersection. Set up is a truck parked next to the road and a camera crew, all pointing toward an obnoxious skinny man. He is wearing a jester’s cockscomb with a generic dark blue t-shirt and torn up denim jeans. And skateboard shoes.*
Obnoxious Man: I’m Ridley Q and we’re back to CUSP! The show that makes you feel like a total LOSER compared to me—and yes ladies and gentlemen, I AM a douchebag just so you know. Hate me? HATE YOURSELF. I’m here with this week’s weak finalists—Paul and Jared!
*The camera cuts to a pair of even skinner, pale, scraggly goateed men in even more generic skater garb. Ridley points and laughs at both of them, and they nondescriptly shrug.*
They’ve degraded themselves on national television by such acts as eating fresh cow pies and performing aerobics in acid-dipped underwear made of steel wool, and now it’s the first of three FINAL events to decide who live their life on the CUSP. But I’m too much of a lazy jackass to dare come up with the challenge…until now! Wait a minute, did that word I say just break copyrights?
Cameraman: Yes sir, I think it did.
*Milosanova, still oblivious to the act, is still walking down the street and comes near the corner the set is located on. Ridley turns and notices her.*
Ridley: Nevermind, I got a better idea. We’re going to play one of my favorite games…BAG…THE…BITCH! That weird chick in the mask is our bitch, and the man that can bag her first will win...the…CHALLENGE. Now I’ll get her swooning to start off, Paul and Jared, so you guys can both take a shot at it. No way you can match me, which is why I’m not even involved here.
*Ridley walks up to her, blocking her path as she stops, putting her hands on her hips and tilting her head sharply to the left, staring at him.*
Ridley: Hey baby, it’s ME, Ridley Q, host and GOD of everyone’s favorite degrading show, CUSP! You’re a good looking bitch…hey, I’ll give you my number for free. Call me and just maybe I’ll let you come over and get f—
*Milosanova instantly throws her right arm at his neck, grabbing him by the collar and pushing him into a brick wall.*
Milosanova: What did you say, you disgusting little mutt?
*Ridley is clearly shaken, but noticing the camera is on him, attempts to dig himself out of his hole.*
Ridley: I said, you’d be honored to get your a—
*She does not hesitate striking him, hitting him square in the jaw multiple times with a clenched fist, before turning him around and throwing his face right in the brick wall. She turns him back around and his nose is visibly broken, blood gushing from the two oblong nostrils. She turns her head to the camera crew and the two contestants, both of whom are chuckling under their breath.*
Milosanova: You’d be honored to shut your mouth and respect someone that can kill you. Do that, and just maybe I’ll let you continue to be able to eat food without a straw.
*She punches him around the nose and mouth again multiple times, but is interrupted by her cell phone ringing. She keeps her hand around his collar and pulls out her phone before headbutting him once and answering.*
Milosanova: Hello? You did? I have? My debut is next card? Excellent! No, I’m *not* picking you up a jar of mayonnaise. No, no relish either. Sorry. I must be going, I need to get a ride to get there as soon as possible. And thank you!
*She seems happy, but becomes mean as soon as she hangs up and pockets the phone.*
Milosanova: You’re lucky I don’t have enough time to kill you on national television. But, I think I have another idea. *She turns to the camera.* The man who punctures more of his vital organs and breaks more of his bones wins the challenge.
*Ykaterina pie-faces Ridley, sending him falling flat on his back as he clutches his face and moans in pain. She turns her head back, walks back onto the sidewalk and simply walks off, fixing her hair slightly and laughing to herself as the two skinny dudes make haste to stomp the groaning host into the concrete sidewalk. Fade out to the next segment.*
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Post by Team Ireland on Oct 5, 2008 11:43:24 GMT -5
*Back in the W*I*G-Sphere, the crowd are restless, until they hear a familiar tune. The crowd erupts with a mixture of cheers & boos at the arrival of this gang. the song plays out for 30 seconds before the beaming face of Coach O'Hare strolls out, proudly displaying the Tricolour wrapped Hurley that has become his trademark. He is followed by his charges, Aidan Donnelly, Sean McCann & Shane Malone &, of course, his daughter, Maeve. The audience contuniues this mixed reaction of appreciation, yet hatred as the Irish fivesome pause on the ramp for a moment & a blast of Green, White & Gold pyro goes off.* Tom: Good GOD! Can you believe it Jeannie? Team Ireland here in W*I*G! Jeannie: Aidan Donnelly & Sean McCann right here infront of me! I don't think I can control myself! *Team Ireland reach the ring. Aidan & Sean hold the ropes open for Coach O'Hare & Maeve, Malone steps in over the top rope. Aidan & Sean race to adjacent ringposts & look out over the audience. Maeve flexes in the middle of the ring while Shane stands with his arms raised. O'Hare stands on the middle rope between Aidan & Sean & holds the Tricolour aloft. He motions to Howard Finkel that he wants a microphone. Fink obliges. O'Hare taps the microphone a few times & waits for the audience to calm down.* O'Hare: Yeah... We're here! *The crowd explodes in another frenzy of cheers & boos.* O'Hare: Now, it'd be so easy to list the faults of where we came from... but that's not going to happen. We're not here to focus on the past. Pro Wrestling W*I*G is all about the future, that's what we're here for. *The crowd cheers.* O'Hare: And that future belongs to Team Ireland! *Boos.* O'Hare: We're here for new challenges. We ruled the sprting world back home. We ruled in other companies, now... we're here to rule W*I*G. Now, we can't go out issuing challenges right away, not that I'd expect Rosie, The White Boys or Coltrane to have the balls to take us up on the offer. No, we're starting here: clean slate. We're starting anew. There's four people here itching for a challenge from any man, woman or team in Pro Wrestling W*I*G, but just to get the ball rollin'... I heard your man Jonathan Doe mention that there's going to be a "Monster's Ball" match at "Hallowe'en Hell", well, how about I nominate big Shane to be one fo the participants for that? Eveyone else is on notice. Now that we've arrived here, Everyone from The W*I*G Champion to the opening card wrestlers can be sure that... All (bar Shane): YOU WILL NEVER BEAT THE IRISH!*O'Hare drops the mic as Team Ireland leave the ring & make their way back up the ramp, again to a slightly mixed reaction.*
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Post by Elixir Estamos Jr on Oct 6, 2008 7:22:00 GMT -5
We are backstage and standing alongside key interview man John Cena is the mystery man who recently debuted known as Elixir Estamos JrJohn Cena: Everyone I am backstage with one of the newest men to appear in WIG. John turns to Elixir who is standing hands on hips, breathing hard from his last match but looking good.John Cena: Mister Elixir first off may I congratulate you on your first win here in WIG over Luther Reigns Elixir: Thank you. John Cena: But, we know nothing about you, we know nothing of your background would you care to fill us in? Elixir takes a leans forward looking at John CenaElixir: Cen-ah! You say you know nothing of me? Then I shall tell you what you need to know, Cen-ah! John Cena: Great Elixir: I am the man known as Elixir, I hail from Honduras and .... John Cena: and? Elixir: and ... it is time to 'Do it Now!' Elixir's music kicks in and several hot bikini babes you'd find at a beach rush in and they all begin to dance. Elixir nudges John Cena to join in with the 'Let's do it now' dance!Elixir: C'mon Mister Cen-ah. Get moving, get dancing, this is the energy I shall bring to this company! Elixir bounces around the interview area along with the bikini girls doing some very silly dance moves to the music. John Cena joins in nodding his head and moving from side to side a bit, as a kid riding a pony trots by in front of the camera for no real reason. John Cena: This is most unusual Elixir! Elixir: Not unusual my friend, just uncommon in this land of burly men and women A breakdancer enters and everyone forms a circle as he shows some moves before Elixir leaps over the group landing inches from the camera frame with a big smile. he then back flips back to John Cena who is being harassed by a parrot and nodding to the rhythm of the beat.Parrot: Squawkk! John Cena: Why is there a parrot here? What is the meaning of this? Elixir: This is energy, this is life and this is the Elixir Dance Celebration troupe party! Whooo Hoooooo! Hondura Yeah!!! We fade out from this very silly scene, as the parrot flies into the camera man.
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Post by Team Ireland on Oct 10, 2008 19:22:48 GMT -5
* The tune of Dropkick Murphys' "Shipping Up To Boston" plays as fans look towards the W*I*G-Screen. Rather than seeing Team Ireland enter the W*I*G-Sphere we see the team, minus Coach O'Hare, heading out of the W*I*G-Sphere & down the street. They're, obviously, not dressed in wrestling gear. Shane is wearing a Galway county football shirt, blue Dockers & brown Dubes; Sean is sporting a blue Ralph Lauren shirt, black jeans & black shoes; Maeve is clad in a revealing black top a pair of blue jeans & Aidan is wearing the Leinster rugby jersey (with the collar turned up), blue Levis & his own pair of brown Dubes. The team reach a nearby bar & Sean, Shane & Maeve sit down at a table as Aidan goes to the bar to order drinks. The music fades out. The bar is populated by the usual crop of college students & general drunks. Aidan returns to his team's table with a few pints & a Bailey's.* Aidan: Goys, & Maeve... to W*I*G! * They all grab a drink each. Shane & Maeve each take a Guinness, Aidan takes a pint of Heineken & Sean, the Baileys.* All (bar Shane): To W*I*G! * The clink glasses.* Aidan: Alroysh, so look, goys. We have to make a good impression here, roysh. After the shite that went down elsewhere, we're on our best behaviour. Sean, try to control yourself, Shane, do what you do best, big goy, Maeve, try not to wreck the lot of them, eh? Maeve: Here, if I'm in a match, I'm going to win it any way I can. Just 'cause I ended Tiffany's career doesn't mean that EVERY girl I face is going to end up like her! Sean: She's got a point there, man. There was only the one bird she totally wrecked. Most others managed to come out of things okay, didn't they? Aidan: "Most others"... She only had one other match, dickhead! Maeve: Not everyone's as fragile as that wee cow, infact... * One of the college dudes approaches. He taps Maeve on the shoulder.* College Dude: 'Scuse me, sweetie. My buddies & I have a bet. Now, you were born a man, right? * The other college guys "Oooooh!" in the background. Maeve pushes her chair back from the table & stands up, she's taller than the college dude. The music of Dropkick Murphys fades in again. She takes a swig from her pint, spits Guinness in his face & smashes him in the face with her glass! The college dude's pals run to intervene, but the rest of Team Ireland are suddenly up & out of their seats. The two forces collide. Shane grabs a college guy & throws him right down the length of the bar as the old timers sitting there lift their drinks just in time to avoid them being knocked over. The guy crashes into the wall at the opposite end. Aidan knees another in the gut & bashes his head against the bar man's "time" bell. Maeve manages to catch another of the guys & slam him through the table Team Ireland were sitting at earlier. The music fades down again. Sean, meanwhile, has been hitting on the college guys' girlfriends.* Sean: How's it goin', ladies? Girlfriend #1: Oh my God! I, like, love your accent! Where are you from? Sean: I'm from Ireland. Girlfriend #2: Oh my God! Like, no way! I'm totally Irish too! Sean: Aye. Sure ya are. Here, d'yes wanna go somewhere a bit less rowdy, like? Girlfriend #1: What about your friends? Sean: Ach, sure they're in their element here. Would your boyfriends not mind, like? Girlfriend #2: Hello? Like we're gonna be seen with losers who just got beat up by a girl? Girlfriend #1: Besides they're like TOTAL jocks! They were just using us, like, anyway. But, you... you're different. Sean: Aye, yeah. If ye say so. [ To his team-mates] Here, lads, Maeve... I'm away. * Exit Sean & ladies.* Aidan: Roysh... So, we'll, like, accept tonight as a bit of an opportunity to blow off some steam & that goy was a total focking toolbox, anyway. But, best behaviour from now on, roysh? * Shane nods.* Maeve: Aye. [ To the (terrified) Barman] Any chance of another pint there? Barman: [ Shakily] O-o-o-o-o-o-on th-th-th-the House... Just don't hurt my customers again... please? Maeve: Aye. Sure you heard yer man there. "Best behaviour", wha'? *Cut to the next segment.*
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The Innocent
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Rosie: First Ever WIG Women's Champion
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Post by The Innocent on Oct 11, 2008 20:42:01 GMT -5
As we cut to the WIGsphere, we hears the sounds of St. Anger pounding out of Colvintron, the crowd already booing quite loudly for this, as soon after, the first WIG Women's champions struts down proudly to the ring, a huge sneer on her face, as she wears that belt around her neck, clad in her usual jumpsuit, though it seems to be more of a golden yellow now. Behind her in their usual yellow jumpsuits, fellow Innocent members Joshua and Earnest follow behind, the blond haired young man seeming to be a bit less content than usual, now more of an emotionless look on his face, Earnest meanwhile sporting a number of bandages on his forehead, hobbling a sit slower than the others down to the ring, with a rather solemn look on his face as usual.
Jeanie: Oh great, it's the ugliest man in the world... at least she brought those two hotties with her!
Tom: You have to admit it Lawless, Rosie did win that title fair and square.
Jeanie: I don't have to admit anything to you!
Rosie quickly vaults into the ring, the crowd booing quite loudly, as Joshua and Earnest soon follow suit, as the three of them step into the middle of the ring, Rosie taking that belt off around her neck and holding it up high, letting out a rather harsh laugh as she does so. Joshua and Earnest simply clap politely in the background. Rosie then lowers that belt, slapping it over her shoulder with a huge smirk. Earnest then walks over to the outside of the ring, fetching a set of microphones, before returning back to the ring, handing one to Joshua and the other to Rosie. Upon receiving it, the champion begins to speak...
Rosie: Whose your queen now bitches?! Sure as hell ain't me... I'm just the champ!
The crowd boos quite loudly again, as Rosie flashes a rather annoyed scowl.
Rosie: Yeah yeah... shut the hell up! I didn't ask for your opinion dumbasses!
She gives a huge grin, slapping the plate on that belt, as she keeps it held up across her shoulder.
Rosie: Now then, seeing as I was the first ever champ crowned here in WIG, and don't none of you freaks forget it, I think I deserve to be the first to congratulate myself, ya know what I mean? Well... if you don't like it, that's too damn bad. You can just sit there, shut your ugly mouths, and listen to the champ. And might I add, the best damn champ there is right now! I mean, I'm better than the hillbillies and the flasher in the trench coat combined! You best believe that!
The crowd boos quite loudly at this statement, definitely not in agreement there, as Rosie simply rolls her eyes.
Rosie: What? You expected somebody else to walk out of the Parade of Champions with my belt?! HA! Like who... the big masked chick?! I tossed her out all by myself, those those other two skanks figured they might as well help me, so they could take a bit of credit. Damn glory hogs! I didn't need NOBODY'S help in that ring! Hell, I didn't even have my boys here come out to the ring with me, unlike that one chick who got eliminated first. Dumb broad! Fat load of help they were huh?
She gives a huge sneer, as she pats that belt once again across her shoulder, the booing getting louder.
Rosie: Damn it, I thought I told you all to shut up! Don't spoil my victory speech or I'll climb over that barricade over there and use this belt of mine to smash your ugly faces in! Yeah, guarantee you won't be so much booing as you are boo hooing!
She lets a loud laugh at this, the crowd however simply continuing.
Rosie: Eh... forget it. You ain't worth my time! After all, I'm the champ now and that's all that matters. Now back to that match... yeah, like I said, I won this title by myself fair and square! You all thought somebody else was gonna win, didn't ya? You morons, I thought it would've been pretty damn obvious who was gonna walk out the ring with this here belt. That pink haired chick, hey... I'll give her props, she came close to beating me, but just like I thought, she couldn't get the job done. Better luck next time bitch! And we all know what happened to poor Alexa... you little skank, when ya mess with the big gals, you're gonna get thrashed. You should've known better, especially after the time I drilled you into the mat! But I guess after that match, I knocked a few screws loose or somethin, but that's not my fault, that's your damn fault for being stupid enough to try and go toe to toe with me in the first place!
She gives a rather annoyed look, brushing back her rather unfeminine hair with a palm.
Rosie: And really... as for the others, the three lesbian bitches, the dancing bitch, that dumbass in the cowboy hat... well, you never stood a chance in the first place. Not as far as I'm concerned anyway. But hey, anytime you gals want to get your asses kicked in, that'd be the second time for you dancing bitch, I'll be more than happy to oblige. There's also one more whore that I haven't brought up yet...
The "woman" forms a nasty scowl on her face at the thought of this one.
Rosie: Fannie F***** Package... what the hell kinda name is that?! Honestly, I don't even know how ya passed gender inspection considering as I can't even tell what gender you're supposed to be! I mean what... are you one of these he-she's, she he's, they-we's. it doesn't really matter what I call you, the fact is you're the only one of these skanks that didn't even have the balls, or in your case, the only one that did, to not even announce until the last minute that you were gonna enter. I mean... why the hell not? You think you were just gonna surprise everybody, walk in, and dump everybody out? Though I admit, you did toss a few of those skanks out pretty good, but that's only cause I didn't get to em first. But hey, thanks for making my win a little easier Still, you'd figure a thing as big as you wouldn't have to worry about surprise. Hell, that big ass ape doesn't need to sneak up on folks, ditto for that big ass lizard thing, and hey... same goes for that whore in the mask I eliminated!
The crowd boos quite loudly as Rosie continues this rant of sorts.
Rosie: However, seems that senile old coot running this joint has said that the champs have to pick our first opponents. Seeing as I'm the best of the whole lot of em, I don't see why not start off by taking down the biggest of the bunch. After all, it's no damn fun tossing around these skinny little bitches! So Fannie, you giant muscle balloon bitch, I say that you and I step into that ring at Halloween Hell and I show each and every one of those skanks in the backstage why exactly I AM the champ when I pop ya like one of those nasty ass zits on your back. This is the only chance you get, so if you're too scared... well then you better go back where ya came from, because I ain't giving a coward like you a second chance! You got me?!
Rosie gives a rather confident sneer, as she pats her belt once again before stepping back! Joshua then steps forward, microphone in hand now, with the same emotionless look on his face.
Jeanie: Ladies and gentlemen... your WIG Women's Champion... and I use the term woman here loosely.
Tom: She is quite a competitor though, despite her... attitude.
Jeanie: She also has no room to be calling out Fannie Package on looking like a man.
Tom: ... I suppose.
Joshua: Thank you Rosie... I'll take it from here.
Rosie: Fine with me... I'm sick of talking anyway!
Jeanie: Well good, I was tired of hearing her murder the English language!
She tosses her own microphone down, which makes quite a bit of feedback as it hits, the women walking over to the nearby turnbuckle and sitting atop it, now folding her arms and looking on, belt hanging off her shoulder.
Tom: And now it seems like Joshua has a few words of his own. I can guess who they are about...
Joshua: Why did you do it Hensley? Why did you... inflict such a blatant assault on such an innocent man as Earnest? Why did you choose to do it as I was on my way to victory and picking up a second belt for our group? Why... would you make me take my eyes off such an important matter? And why... why was I stricken down by my very own move?
The young man seems to show the closest he can to anger, which is apparently this very emotionless look.
Joshua: I offered you a title chance when I was to be victorious. I had that match well in hand and I could've finished that Exner fellow off quite easily. However, you distracted me with such a violent act. I gained entrance into that match quite fairly, I pinned you to the canvas, I defeated you in a clean matter, and I did nothing wrong. I gave you my word that what happened would never happen again and you gave your's that you would not interfere in my match.
Joshua rubs his forehead with a bit of what can be described as frustration.
Joshua: It appears I was wrong about you Hensley... I once respected you as a very gifted athlete and competitive wrestler. However, you took my trust and spat upon it with hatred, stomped it into the ground, and shattered it to pieces. I am afraid that you have made a very grave mistake, my former friend. You took the gift that I gave you and destroyed it before my very eyes. Hensley, all I wanted to do was show you the light, to embrace you as I had my allies here, and to help you reach your full potential here in WIG. However... the second that you betrayed my trust like that, that was all gone. In a blink of an eye, you destroyed our relationship and vilified yourself forever in my eyes.
He slowly raises his head, continuing to give a very emotionless gaze.
Joshua: They said... that I would never have to worry about this again. They said that I would never again feel this sort of pain, the pain of betrayal...
Joshua covers his head, eyes now closing, as Earnest looks over wide eyed, walking over and inspecting his ally, only for Joshua to slowly look back up, as his expression changes once again, back to his usual content look.
Joshua: I understand now... I understand why I was sent to face you first. It was to teach me a lesson, a lesson that I have finally learned. I can not let myself fall into trust so easily. I cannot be blinded by such trusting people like yourself. You say that you are sincere, you say that you are innocent of everything, but the reality is... you are not. You are a liar, a cheater, a violent bloodthirsty man who has nothing on his mind but making people suffer. So I've decided to switch tactics... to show a different side of me, one that I only show to those who truly deserve to be hurt.
Joshua slowly folds his arms behind his back once again.
Joshua: That's why I've entered both of our names into this upcoming Monster's Ball. I figure, that will be the best place for me to show you what I am truly capable of, when I am persuaded to do so. Hensley, you should consider this an honor, a privilege, and a very special occasion, because when you, I, Mr. Malone, and Exner step into that ring, full of such weaponry and tools of punishment, I will make it my mission to see that you leave that ring a broken man. Just like what you tried to do to me, just like what you tried to do with my ally Earnest. Hensley... if you cannot accept my forgiveness and you refuse to accept my hospitality, then I have no choice but to do just what you have tried to do with me... HURT YOU... MAIM YOU... MAKE YOU BLEED... MAKE YOU BREAK... LEAVE YOU IN A PUDDLE OF YOUR OWN BLOOD. Only after I have broken you, can I fix and bring you back into the light. And then... you will be one of the Innocent...
Tom: Strong words from Joshua there... and you have to think that...
Jeanie: Shut up Tom! Can't you hear the music?!
As Joshua finishes speaking, the sound of "I'll Whip Ya Head Boy" blasts throughout the W*I*G Sphere to a deafening reaction. Hensley makes his way to the ring, clad in his custom street attire. He has a microphone handy, and slides into the ring, wasting no time in going toe to toe with his rival.
Tom: Hardcore Hensley is here in the building! Perhaps now we'll get an explanation on his actions at Parade of Champions!
Jeanie: Ah screw that, I just wanna look at that hardcore stud muffin!
Hensley: Don't you DARE try to condemn me! I'll be damned if your victory over me isn't tainted in the slightest! You had your cronies knock me senseless right before your devil eyes, and what was your grand reasoning! It was how they wanted, wasn't it. It was how the Keeper, or whoever the shit, said it had to go down. Well, lemme let you in on a little something something. I said I wouldn't interfere in your big match, and I didn't. I never tried to ruin your chances. All I did, was extract a third of the revenge I've been seeking! After I beat Earnest, way back when, he earned my respect. I saw him as a good guy just maybe stuck in a bad crowd. I thought I saw potential. Obviously, I was mistaken. That big bastard's just as fucked up as the rest of you! He likes himself some sneak attack, I gave him the sneak attack of his lifetime! If anything, I was kinda expecting a thanks of some degree. My other option, could've been to whip your little Butch's ass! Just think of how everything would be different now then! Instead of being out here, crying about how you didn't get one of your belts, you'd be pissing and moaning about a pair! I did what I did for me because it was what I wanted to do, and it was exactly what you all deserved.
He takes a moment back, glaring over at Earnest before reverting back to Joshua.
Hensley: And where do you get off! Bitch, I never wanted your trust! I saw you for what you were the second that little video played months back! There's a lot of things wrong with some people in this ring, but I can promise you I'm not one of em! You can go on thinking you're doing favors for yourself and others at the request of these others you speak of, but sooner or later, you're gonna have to actually think for yourself. You're nothing more than a puppet. An ugly one at that! You think you're gonna scare me! You think pitting me in Monster's Ball with you is suppose to send me sprinting home with my tail between my legs! Get the fuck real! I'm gonna be there at Halloween Hell. My costumes gonna be Hardcore Hensley. I plan on picking up the W, but above all us, before I take care of Exner or Shane, I've got my sights focused on one man. He should come dressed up as Joshua, a creepy little man trying to play it hard. I've put a lot of thought into this, and I'm gonna beat you far worse than whoever did when you were little!
He throws down his mic, and stares down Joshua before rolling out to his theme music. Joshua simply watches as he exits, focusing intently, arms still folded behind his back, as he seems to hold back from attacking him then and there. Earnest simply watches himself with a solemn look, while Rosie scoffs in the corner, not even wanting to bother with him.
Tom: Strong words by Hensley. I have a feeling this issue between him and Joshua may have just been elevated to a whole new level.
Jeanie: Got that right... I guess we'll find out at Halloween Hell just both of these men can back up their statements.
As Hensley disappears to the backstage once again, we fade to a commercial for WIG's Halloween Hell.
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Post by Ykaterina Milosanova on Oct 12, 2008 20:03:59 GMT -5
*Cutting back to the main view of the W*I*G-Sphere, the camera focuses on the ring, with Electra already inside.* Tom: Here we are, back to Wrestling’s Innovative Genesis, and Electra has already made her entrance to the ring. Jeannie *yawning*: And it was incredibly bland, just like she is. Tom: Oh come on, no need to be jealous about it. Jeannie: You know, I’d make a retort, but I’m really not sure you’re worth it. Finkel: Currently in the ring, ELEKTRA! *The fans react to apathy as she anxiously raises one arm up and gives a weak smile.* Finkel: And introducing her opponent… *The opening bars of “Moskau” start up on the Colvitron as the masked figure makes her way onto the stage, her mask reflecting all the stage lights back in a pale glow as she places her hands on her hips and turns her head sharply, looking at the now-vocal audience on both sides of the aisle. After a moment she begins to make her way down the ramp.* Finkel: From Yaroslavl, Russia, weighing in at 142 pounds…YKATERINA MILOSANOVA! Tom: Well there she is, a woman who we’ve seen very little of. Jeannie: The less we see, the better. Tom: Oh really now? Jeannie: Yeah, and she’s probably worse than Elektra is. Eh, I could take her. *Ykaterina makes no bones about slapping hands with the myriad of curious fans, some of whom are not quite sure of what to make of this even more curiously-hidden woman. As she gets to the ring, she climbs onto the apron, and with both hands just touching the top rope behind her, leaps back and in a circular motion, lands on her feet, before turning around and staring at Elektra. The referee looks at her as if to ask if she’d like to remove the mask, but she simply turns her head to him and shakes it from side to side. Her music fades out as Milosanova redirects her attention to Elektra.* DING DING DING! *Before the bell rings, Milosanova makes a beeline at Elektra, hitting her with a stiff clothesline and throwing some forearms and elbows straight to the jaw. Elektra isn’t even able to cover up, and before she knows it, has herself trapped in a body scissors as Milosanova continues to hammer at the face with a few punches here and there. She squeezes harder and harder around her opponent’s abdomen, but Ykaterina quickly lets go after less than a minute of the constriction. Elektra doesn’t seem to mind; she gives off a sigh of relief as she clutches her abdomen but immediately, more forearms and elbows come her way as she is lifted back up to her feet and taken down with a heavy tornado DDT. Milosanova goes for the pin.* ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! *Milosanova picks Electra back up, hitting her with some big kicks to the side of the abdomen. Electra doubles over, and now the aggressive Ykaterina Milosanova knees her in the face to send her back up, before grabbing her and hitting an Udachnaja S”emka to plummet her back down. Electra is half unconscious, and Ykaterina turns back to the side of the ring the Colvitron is on, running her fingers through her hair as if the screen were a giant mirror. Turning back to Electra, who is struggling to get back to her feet, Milosanova “helps” her back up. She puts her head between her legs, picks her up back to back, leans forward, and then hops up, driving Electra down hard with a Sloboizverzhenie. Once more, she goes for the pin.* ONE! TWO! THREE! DING DING DING! Finkel: Here is your winner…YKATERINA MILOSANOVA! *“Moskau” starts back up as Milosanova gets up to her feet, taking a quick bow and turning around to leave the ring. Halfway out, she overhears some struggling as Electra attempts to crawl out of the ring, under the middle rope. Ykaterina gets back in and shakes her head with her hands on her hips, as if to admonish this activity. She grabs a frightened Electra by the hand, aiding her back to her feet, but then simply tosses her over the top rope. Dusting her hands off to some cheers, Milosanova departs from the ring and heads back up the ramp.* Tom: Well Jeannie, you still sure you can take her? Jeannie: Did I say that? No, I meant to say “rake her leaves.” Tom: Uh-huh. Well, not a bad debut from Ykaterina Milosanova, but the question is, whether she can remain that dominant in her future matches against. In any case, I like her guts, and for a woman of her size, that hard-hitting style is sure to surprise some of WIG's more experienced ladies. Jeannie: Ladies? Why-- Tom *cutting her off*: Good luck to her! *Fade out to the next segment.*
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