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Post by Jett Ripley on Mar 30, 2009 0:13:51 GMT -5
As we fade in, we are introduced to a video package. A giant calendar is present upon some sort of wall inside a house, the month of March displayed on it before our eyes, with the date of 29th circled in red ink. Suddenly, a loud booming voice can be heard beginning to speak.
Voice: March 29th... a day where many events have occurred throughout the history of the world. The day where King Edward VI began his rule. When slavery was abolished from the state of New York. When the Royal Albert Hall was opened for the first time. When Lubeck was bombed. When smoking was banned in Ireland. And on this day... the day after which WIG will never be the same... AGAIN.
Suddenly, the calendar ignites in flames out of nowhere, quickly burning up in a puff of smoke. As the fire burns, vague visions of certain WIG wrestlers can be made out in the smoke, including Team Ireland, Ykaterina Milasonova, The Innocent, The White Boys, Damien Blood, and of course Synthy Eris and Coltrane.
We then cut to the WIGSphere, as all of a sudden a huge burst of pyrotechnics goes off, signifying the official start of the show. The rabid WIG fan base cheers loudly as they do so, looking more than ready for this show to begin. We then pan over to the announcer booth, where Tom Bailey and Jeannie Lawless are both present, looking equally excited themselves.
Bailey: We are coming to you live here in the official home of Wrestling's Innovative Genesis, the one and only WIG Sphere! The arena where we have seen the beginning of many heated rivalries and on this evening, perhaps the end of them.
Lawless: Got that right partner! The crowd is absolutely pumped and I can't blame them. After all, not only will we see the rubber match between Juri Sadamoto and Chick Aura, but we'll also finally decide once and for all who truly deserves to be the WIG Women's Champion. Not only that, but both the WIG Tag Team and World Championships will be up for grabs, the former against a team that... to be honest, nobody knows who it will be. As for the latter... the second in a series of matches between the likes of Synthy Eris and the current WIG Champion, the enigma known as Coltrane!
Bailey: Got that right. This will be a hell of a night. All that and much much more! And in fact, we've got a HELL of an opener for you coming up. So without further delay, let's take it to WIG's soon to be hall of fame announcer, the one and only Howard Finkel!
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Post by Jett Ripley on Mar 30, 2009 0:16:36 GMT -5
Howard Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, making his first scheduled appearance in the W*I*G Sphere this year...from Richmond, California, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds, Hardcore Hensley! "I'll Whip Ya Head Boy" signals "The Hardcore One"'s entrance. Hensley bounces out onto the stage unquestionably alive. His attire's unaltered from his last visit as is his trademark goatee. Tiny black hairs even show from the top of his once completely bald head. Tom: What a return Hardcore Hensley made last month, interrupting the first edition of "Stone's Quarry" to lay out a challenge to Shane Malone. Jeannie: Yeah, and where's he been since then, huh? Hiding from Team Ireland? Tom: We both know what an intense competitor Hardcore Hensley is. He probably took the time off to get in some extra training. This is the first W*I*G match he's had all year & against someone like Shane Malone, you need to take that seriously. Hensley pounds his chest vigorously along his way to the ring. He slides in, and takes to each and every corner his arms held high. Afterward, he retires to his own corner. He shadowboxes as his theme music drowns out. Waylander's "Born to the Fight" blares out over the W*I*G sound-system. Coach O'Hare makes an appearance from behind the curtain & the crowd jeer him. O'Hare waves the Tricolour around like it's going out of fashion & points back towards the curtain as "The Celtic Giant" emerges from the back. The camera cuts back to Hensley in the ring; if he's intimidated he doesn't show it. Finkel: Introducing his opponent, representing Team Ireland, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, standing six feet, eight inches tall & weighing in at 307lbs, from Galway, Ireland, he is "The Celtic Giant"... SHAAAAAAAANNNNE... MAAAAAAAAA~LOOOOOOOONNNNNE! Both Coach & Giant stop on the ramp-way as the Green, White & Gold pyro explodes behind them. O'Hare proudly displays the Tricolour as Malone raises his arms in the air & lets out a guttural roar. Tom: This could also be a big return for Team Ireland. Shane Malone & the rest of the team have been treading water here in W*I*G, but tonight they really have a chance to show us all why they're so highly thought of. Jeannie: If we get to see more of Sean McCann & Aidan Donnelly, I'm all for it! The Irish duo carries on down to the ring. O'Hare steps in between the top & middle rope while Shane steps over the top strand. O'Hare continues to wave his Tricolour-wrapped Hurley in the ring as Malone holds his arms high again. O'Hare whispers a few words to Shane before exiting the ring. Ding, ding, ding! Neither man budges at the sound of the bell. Instead, they trade glares across the ring from one another. Hensley's patented smirk almost instantly morphs the Giant's relaxed expression into a snarl. Hensley embraces his reaction, and slowly starts off around the ring. Malone follows suit, albeit far slower, and they circle each other momentarily. Soon enough, the duo locks horns in the center of the ring. A brief struggle where Hensley actually holds his own, but knows his strength isn't up to Malone's. Just as Malone begins to gain a step on his opponent, Hensley wiggles out of the bigger man's grasp. He comes around Malone's back, clasping his hands at the waist. The scene looks quite ridiculous, and Malone simply shrugs off Hensley's attempt. He throws an elbow that catches Hensley's ear. One's enough, and Hensley backs off. Malone faces him, and scoops him up into his mitts. Hensley's helpless as Malone power slams him down onto the mat. Hensley sells his back upon landing, but Malone's eager. He pulls Hensley back up to his feet with him, and lobs an arm over his shoulder. He sets up for a bear hug hold, but the moment Hensley takes to the air, his elbows come ramming home. Five or six crack upside Malone's hard head before he finally lets go. Hensley tries to turn the tide, and heads off of the adjacent ropes. Malone preys on him though, and has a lariat awaiting his comeback. However, Hensley ducks under the lariat. He hops up to the middle rope, and springs off. Malone turns around just in time to catch Hensley's moonsault try. Tom: The action coming thick & fast here in the opening minutes. Now it looks as if Hensley's in trouble. Shane has him caught over his shoulder. Jeannie: It's never a good situation if Malone gets his hands on you... well, there may be a few exceptions to that rule. Hensley makes an amusing facial expression as Malone's points a finger towards the nearest turnbuckle. He speeds off in the direction, planning to use Hensley like a projectile. Hensley squeezes out of the big man's grip though, and sends him square into the padded steel. Malone has the wind knocked out of him, and struggles for a couple of initial breaths. Hensley looks to capitalize, and rolls up Malone from behind. 1... 2... No. Malone kicks out with authority, but Hensley stays a step ahead. As soon as Malone's up to his feet, Hensley's knee clocks him cold in the mouth. The big man never drops, but collapses against the opposing ropes. Hensley returns to the far ropes again, and returns with a cross body attack that has both men sprawling out onto the concrete. The fans eat up the carnage. With no sudden movements, the ref's mandatory ten count resumes. 1... 2... 3... 4...Malone pops up. 5...Hensley stretches for the guardrail. 6...Malone's on a knee. 7...Hensley uses the apron now for leverage. 8...Malone stands tall. 9...Hensley rolls himself inside, but Malone snatches his ankle, and rips him back out... Tom: That was too close a call. This match can't end in a double count-out. Jeannie: I don't think either man would allow it to Tom. There's alot of pride at stake here for both men. He clubs Hensley sharply with a right then another. Hensley falls back against the apron. Malone grabs him by the head, and thrusts him face-first into the unprotected steel ring post. Hensley drops against the steps, brutalized. The fans are split 50/50 on the competitors. Ignoring the ref's cries, Malone yanks Hensley back up to his feet. He moves him over a tad before launching him into the barricade. Hensley tightens up on the impact, cringing his face into an ugly appearance. Malone remains in hot pursuit while the ref's count restarts at last. 1... 2...Malone clubs Hensley another time. 3... 4...He drags Hensley over to the announce team's table. 5...Hensley's skull ricochets off the table. 6... 7...Malone repeats smashing Hensley's face off the table. 8... 9...Malone rolls Hensley into the ring then slides in thereafter. Shane brings Hensley back to his feet & aims to whip him towards a corner. Henley reverses the move & sends Shane into the corner instead. Hensley quickly follows up, hitting Malone with a Dropkick in the corner. Hensley then proceeds to rub his boot across Shane's face in a Samoa Joe-esque Facewash. As Hensley goes to scrape his boot across Shane's face once more, Malone grabs a hold of Hensley's ankle. Shane stands up, keeping a hold of Hensley's leg. Malone, maintaining his grip on the leg, then puts a hand around Hensley's throat & hoists him up high before slamming him to the mat with a modified Chokeslam. Shane moves into the cover... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Tom: A very close call for Hensley there. Shane Malone attacking Hensley's back again with that Chokeslam. Hensley manages to escape from the pinning predicament & is back to his feet nearly straight away, but it's clear that his back is causing him problems. Malone has an irritated look on his face. He whips Hensley to the ropes again & aims a Big Boot at him on the rebound. Hensley ducks under the maneuver & tries to catch the unsuspecting Malone with a "Pizza Cutta". O'Hare shouts a warning to Shane. Malone turns around just in time to catch Hensley with a surprise Power Slam. Malone doesn't go for the cover, though. He picks Hensley up once again, placing his head between his legs. Shane hefts Hensley up for an "Irish Car Bomb", but Hensley wiggles free & slips down Malone's back. Malone turns to face Hensley again & gets caught with a Super Kick. The big man staggers back & Hensley follows up with a Spear. With Malone downed for the moment, Hensley points towards the top rope. He scales the turnbuckles & comes crashing down on Malone with a Frog Splash. The referee moves in to count. 1... O'Hare reaches in & places Shane's foot on the bottom rope. 2... The referee stops the count when he notices Malone's foot on the rope. The referee pokes Hensley in the shoulder & informs him to get off Shane. Hensley, rather incredulous, looks down at Shane & notices the foot placed on the rope. Hensley takes a few steps back as Malone gets back to his feet. Tom: Typical Team Ireland! The match was going along well enough until Coach O'Hare decided to get involved. Jeannie: They weren't such a big success because they played by the rules all the time. These are the kind of tactics that make Team Ireland so great. Hensley immediately tackles Malone to the ground again, peppering him with lefts & rights. Shane can barely manage to get his hands up to defend himself. Eventually, he manages to block Hensley's stiff blows & shoves "The Hardcore One" off. Hensley backs off & Malone catches him with a Spear of his own. Malone reaches down &, for a second time, wraps his hand around Hensley's throat, before he can lift Hensley up again, Hensley wraps his legs around Malone's arm & starts trying to torque on it. Malone, displaying his great strength still manages to lift Hensley up. With Hensley still wrapped around his arm, Malone simply drops to the mat, throwing all the weight he can on top of Hensley in the process. This drives the wind out of Hensley for the moment & he releases the hold on Shane's arm. Tom: A smart move by Hensley trying to take Malone out of action with that armbar. Jeannie: Unfortunately when you're going against somebody stronger than a rhino such things won't gain you much ground. Malone stands back a moment, shaking his arm, trying to get the feeling back in it. O'Hare calls Shane over & whispers something in his ear. Malone is about to return to action when Hardcore Hensley runs right into him, taking him over the top rope & out to the floor again with a Cactus Clothesline. Hensley manages to land sitting on the ring apron as Malone hits the floor. Hensley grabs the top rope & 'skins the cat' to re-enter the ring. He stands at the ropes, keeping a hold of the top one a moment. He waits as Coach O'Hare aids Shane in getting back to his feet, Hensley then uses the top rope to slingshot himself to the outside, landing on top of both Malone & O'Hare. Tom: This is where Hensley's being smart against Malone. Shane isn't renowned for taking risks as much as Hensley. Jeannie: If Hensley continues to employ his aerial game against Malone it'll certainly be to his advantage. Hensley, seeking retribution for the punishment he took outside the ring earlier in the match, whips Malone into the security rail. Malone can do little to retaliate as Hensley hits him with knee strikes to the mid-section. Hensley whips Malone back towards the ring & rolls him in under the bottom rope (with some difficulty). Hensley leaves Malone's head & shoulders sitting out on the ring apron as the rest of his body lies in the ring. Hensley scoots on up to the ring apron & drops a leg across Malone's throat. Hensley makes a move to launch himself back in the ring, but Coach O'Hare trips him up with the Hurley & Hensley's face hits against the ring apron. Tom: And O'Hare intervenes again. If he gets caught it'll cost Malone the match. Jeannie: O'Hare's been at this way too long to get caught doing what he does best. Trust me, this'll work out for Shane. Hensley gets up & has O'Hare squarely in his sights. The Coach starts to flee & Hensley gives chase around the ring. As he dashes after O'Hare he fails to notice that Malone is back on his feet. Malone rolls outside the ring again & crouches in wait for Hensley, once O'Hare runs past "The Celtic Giant", Malone springs out of hiding & clobbers Hensley with a massive lariat. Jeannie: See? Malone & O'Hare roll Hensley back into the ring. Malone rolls back in shortly afterwards. Malone drags Hensley standing up again & then clubs him harshly on the back. Malone hooks Hensley's arms in the Full Nelson position, but before he can hit the "Dragon Slayer", Hensley manages to get a lucky elbow shot in to the side of Malone's head. Malone releases the hold as he staggers off, reeling from the elbow blow. Hensley runs right at Malone & manages to catch him with the "Pizza Cutta". Hensley makes the cover on "The Celtic Giant"... ... But there's no count. Hensley looks up to see the referee arguing with Coach O'Hare. In the middle of the dispute, O'Hare tosses his Hurley into the ring & attempts to enter as the referee keeps him at bay. Tom: Why can't he just keep his butt out of the match? Jeannie: This is what all Team Ireland's strategizing boils down to. O'Hare knows when & how to get involved in the action to save his team. Hensley gets up from his cover on Malone & marches over to the referee who's still tangling with O'Hare. Hensley is about to tap the ref on the shoulder when he's grabbed by Malone. Hensley fights back before Malone can manage to do any serious damage, but Malone cuts off Hensley's flurry of offense with a knee to the gut. Hensley doubles over & Malone makes a grab for the Hurley as O'Hare continues to struggle with the referee. Malone takes a swing at Hensley who ducks under the shot from the ash. Hensley manages to wrest the weapon from Malone's grasp & clocks the "Celtic Giant" with the thick wooden instrument himself. O'Hare seeing this is seriously trying to enter the ring now. Tom: O'Hare's tricks back-fired. Hensley cracks Malone with the Hurley O'Hare forces his way past the ref & walks right into a Savate Kick from Hensley. Hensley then makes the cover on Malone as the referee goes to count... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Hensley can scarcely believe it. The ref seems shocked too. Jeannie: NO WAY! A Pizza Cutta & a blow from the Hurley & Malone still kicks out? He's got such endurance... WOOF! Hensley simply lies in wait, stalking Malone. The second Shane is even back to a knee, Hensley runs for him again & hits him with a second "Pizza Cutta". He makes the cover again... 1... 2... 3!!! O'Hare crashes into the cover, but he's just too late. DING-DING-DING! "I'll Whip Ya Head, Boy" plays again as the referee raises Hensley's hand in victory. The fans in the W*I*G-Sphere let out a cheer. Tom: This time, Hensley manages to do it. Jeannie: It took two Pizza Cuttas & a Hurley shot, but he managed to put Shane Malone down eventually. Tom: And things are off to a bad start for Team Ireland. But you have to bet they'll be seeking another match with Hensley after this. Hensley leaves the ring, still keeping his arms raised he points a finger back at O'Hare & Malone in the ring. The Coach fumes & pounds the mat in frustration. He, along with Shane, glare back up the ramp watching Hensley leave.
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Post by Jett Ripley on Mar 30, 2009 0:20:06 GMT -5
Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen…erm…it would seem that we have an unscheduled match for your entertainment! The following match is theoretically scheduled for one fall and is a six-person tag match. Introducing first… Lawless: Wait a second... ANOTHER match?! I don't work overtime ya know! Bailey: Don't ask me, I didn't know about it either. But unlike you, I'm fine with having more fine action to call tonight. Lawless: Suck up. * This unfamiliar tune starts up on the speakers as a pair of identical men strut out onto the stage. They both have short, spiky bleach-blonde hair, moderately tan olive skin, and are somewhat stout. In addition, they both are wearing long, baggy, cyan shorts with a black belt, and long, dark red tights underneath, with black shoes, black fingerless gloves and have cyan leather jackets with cyan sunglasses, the lenses shaped like five-pointed stars. Both men start posing on the stage, making a multitude of pointless and meaningless gestures before walking down to the ring.* Finkel: From Oshkosh, Wisconsin, at a total combined weight of 444 pounds…Ron Paul Jones and Jon Paul Jones….THE SUPERSTARS! Lawless: Superstars? More like black holes if you ask me. Bailey: It seems like the qualifications for Superstars are indeed... lax. Lawless: You could probably be one yourself too if you asked! Bailey: No thanks. I don't think I can pull off that look... *The pair of men continue making their way down to the ring, still making random gestures. They slide into the ring in perfect unison, spinning around at the same speed, and remove their jackets in sync. Ron sports a silver star tattoo on his left shoulder, whereas Jon sports one on his right. Both also have white elbow tape. They toss their jackets behind them, along with their now-removed sunglasses as their music fades out.* Finkel: And their partner… * This song starts up on the speakers now as a different man walks out and onto the stage. He is bald, with a black porn-star-esque mustache on his face and dark blue tights and boots, with big, pink lips airbrushed onto the buttocks of his tights. He begins walking down to the ring, hitting on the various women along the aisle.* Finkel: From Bellvue, Nebraska, weighing in at 200 pounds…Randy TONYYYYYY! Lawless: Looks like Randy Tony is going to be receiving plenty of restraining orders tonight. Bailey: Interesting that these men are being featured here on our pay per view. Perhaps Reynaldo Fernandez is behind this? Lawless: Doubt it. Probably that doof Ripley's doing. *The man simply continues to walk down to the aisle, some women returning his flirtations and others rejecting him. As he reaches the ring, he jumps up onto the apron, wiping his feet on it, and pulls himself in under the top rope in a “seductive” manner. He bobs his head up and down and cracks his knuckles, and looks towards the stage with the other two men as his music fades out.* Finkel: And their opponents… * The sounds of Apache soon begin to pump out from the Colvintron, as the crowd gives a rather sizable pop! The lights immediately start to lower, followed soon after by a sudden light show of lasers which start shooting off all over the Wig Sphere. A cloud of purple smoke begins to form atop the entrance way, as a familiar pair of figures slowly crawl out from amongst it, a pair of rather maniacal grins upon both their faces.* Finkel: First, from Foreign Alien Island, at a combined weight of 399 pounds, Zeleke Ekelez and Faboon Noobaf, Team Raft Shack! Lawless: Not these two again! I thought they had vanished after last time I saw em! Bailey: Team Raft Shack, making their WIG PPV debut tonight it appears. These fellows certainly have a knack for showing up when people least suspect it. Lawless: Hopefully the good general has the funny farm on speed dial. *Almost immediately the pair of them quickly charge down the ramp way, Zeleke tumbling forward with a series of cartwheels down the ramp, while Faboon quickly follows after with a flurry of back hand springs, both men displaying that nearly bottomless supply of energy they seem to constantly possess. Soon enough, they both reach the ring, quickly sliding in simultaneously, before quickly flipping back up to their feet in tandem. The two are clad as usual in their usual ring attire, except it looks just a bit nicer and neater then usual. Perhaps just them trying to make a good first impression for the WIG Sphere attendees* Finkel: And their tag team partner... * Butterfly bounces out from the speakers, as Raftshack's ever the perkiest raver partner bops out to the beat. Her hair has a few tiny braids whipped into it, adding even more volume that was thought previously impossible. She's clad in her usual cheery gear, except now she's rocking one hot pink and lime green cuff on each wrist. She's dancing to the tune in perfect rhythm, adding in a few twists to smack a few high fives as she dances her groovy way to the ring. She hits her Sailor Moon pose, and flashes the sign to her teammates. * Finkel: From Indianapolis Indiana, weighing in at 135 pounds, Lexi Deeyon... Diyon... Disony... Lexi! Lawless: Even Finkel doesn't know how to pronounce her last name! And he's a damn hall of famer! Bailey: Or soon to be anyway. Lawless: Close enough. That said... this is the most fitting combination I've seen here in WIG in awhile. Three complete and utter nut jobs. DING DING DING! *The two Raft Shackians both gaze one another, before looking back at their opponents standing across the ring. Faboon then gives another glance back in their partner Lexi's direction. He then raises an arm high above his head, then bringing it down in her direction, slamming it with a thud into his palm. It seems he has an idea how to decide who starts first for the trio. Lexi's eyes spark happily as it clicks just what it is. It's quite hardcore really. Both of the Superstars exit the ring, standing on the apron, as Randy Tony looks on in bewilderment. Lexi pounds her fist into her palm just as Faboon and Zeleke do as well. It ends with them all doing rock this round. Looking a bit flustered, Randy Tony runs towards the trio, flailing his arms to and fro and yelling at them all. Lexi's eyes sharply turn toward him as the game continues and lands...all three on paper. Almost immediately, the two Raft Shackians leap out of the way, as if out of pure instinct, while still holding out their flat hand signs of paper. Tony, still a bit confused, continues yelling at them, telling them to just pick a starter already so the match can begin.* Lexi: ,...What's it to you, dude? ._. Randy: Pick a starter already! I want to wrestle...how about.......................with you? Lexi: We'll see-eee. *Her hand, still in paper position, twitches, as she waits for him to back away- Randy: Oh no, you can't move me. I'm staying put till one of you PICK SOMEONE! *Lexi twitches, sighs, looks at her teammates. She shakes her head, takes a deep breath... and rapidly Super Kicks Randy! Randy Tony crumples to the mat, flat on his back, but his two partners, who have turned their backs, posing and making more meaningless gestures, are none the wiser. Happily, Lexi smiles, and holds out her hands to her teammates again. Once again, the game resumes. Finally though, while Faboon and Lexi unleash a pair of rocks, the wily Zeleke has instead chosen to unleash... something that can only be described as not a rock, paper, or pair of scissors. Faboon simply looks at him with a glowering look.* Faboon: Foolien! We are not playing upon Raftshackian rulings! *Zeleke simply looks back with a rather annoyed expression, folding his arms together in a poutful manner.* Lexi:... If I'da known we could, I'd of used the Mysticalic Moose Bomb hand signal! *Randy Tony begins to stir, pulling himself up to his feet and staggering to maintain his balance. Lexi glares in his direction, before turning back to the game. * Randy: *tapping them on the shoulders* You guys done yet...? *Faboon simply smacks Zeleke aside the face, than cackles. The three of them once again prepare their hands, before yet again unleashing their desired weapons of choice. Zeleke and Faboon both choose the mighty rock. However, Lexi unluckily for them decides to display her sheet of paper once more. The two of them look on in a bit of surprise, but simply shrug and nod, quickly bounding to the outside apron and allowing Lexi to pick up where she started with the sickening Randy Tony. Randy, still a bit dazed, attempts to grab Lexi with a suplex of some sort, but she quickly moves out of his way. Randy staggers forward, a bit confused, and turns around. Lexi sticks her tongue out at him, waves to the crowd, and jumps into an immediate Frankensteiner with some assist from the nearby ropes. She rolls backward and gives him the Matrix-y hand signal. Randy stumbles forward, half-unconscious, and goes to make the tag to one of his partners, but now the two are both still facing the crowd, now playing air guitars and high fiving one another. Before he can make the blind tag, even Lexi looks to be giggling at him, as she skips up behind him, and taps him on the shoulder. Randy turns around, confused. Lexi grins, waves again, and quickly twists into her Strobe Effect rear choke hold! She winks at Team Raftshack and quickly drags him over to their direction. While in pain, Randy seems to be enjoying it, a grin widening on his foaming face. Lawless: Geez... what a disgusting freak he is. Bailey: You're one to talk... Lawless: No comment. Faboon lunges out and makes the tag as she comes near, then quickly vaulting inside the ring, transitioning into a dropkick in mid entrance as he does to deliver a pair of feet right into the smiling mug of the Randy Tony! Lexi exits and claps for Faboon, unknown of Randy's lecherousness. Suddenly, both of the Superstars, finally realizing the predicament, rush into the ring. Jon attempts to hit a running chop on Faboon, but instead receives a spinning heel kick that knocks him over, as he rolls out of the ring. Ron tries to throw a running knee lift, but Zeleke leaps into the ring and back body drops him straight out of the ring, Ron Paul Jones spilling to the outside! Zeleke then quickly tags in to Faboon, who cackles and nods. The pink haired fool then stalks over the slowly rising Tony Randy, licking his lips with something in mind. Faboon meanwhile motions over to Lexi and snickers a bit himself. As soon as Randy is back to his feet, Zeleke lunges right in and plants a furious smooch right on his mouth! Randy Tony's eyes go wide in horror, as he immediately grabs his mouth and starts gagging from the foul embrace. He then stumbles backwards, just in time for Faboon to grab him from behind. He then immediately takes him right into the Big Ostrich Balloon Buster! However, just before he completes the move, Lexi meanwhile has ascended the turnbuckle, leaping off herself for the Final Revolution, trapping Tony by the neck with her own legs, as Faboon immediately drives the man down! Lexi then immediately follows up, locking on her leg submission, as Faboon meanwhile bounces off the opposite side of the ropes, then sprinting and going into a a somersault plancha, taking down both of the rising Paul Jones in on fell swoop! Lexi meanwhile grins down at the downed Randy Tony, before suddenly rolling out of the way! Out of nowhere, Zeleke has sprung atop the turnbuckle himself with a Lemon with a Twist of Mango, dropping his own leg across Randy's throat! All three of them then quickly slide back into the ring, now performing a pile on pin with the three of them, the referee immediately counting down!* 1! 2! 3! DING DING DING! Finkel: Here are your winners…the team of Team Raft Shack and Lexi …D! Lawless: Yeah... I'm not impressed with these three. Bailey: A very inauspicious beginning to these three men's WIG careers for certain. Lawless: Well, there wasn't much hope to begin with. *The three look ready to celebrate their win, until suddenly, a motley assortment of men come striding out onto the stage. A skinny man with a bowl-shaped brown hairstyle and dark tights, a fat, hairy balding man with undersized metallic red trunks, tube socks and black leg braces, an average built man with red pants with a yellow dragon on each thigh, a guy in short yellow tights, a black man with extremely short hair and blue tights, a glasses-wearing man with pastel garb, a red haired man dressed in nothing but green, and a fellow resembling a medieval peasant all stand on the stage, now. The first man to step out--the bowl-shaped haircut man--is carrying a microphone* Lawless: What is this?! The IWN Wolfpack?! Bailey: I somehow doubt it. Man: Stop! Stop this! What you three just did to these men...it's...it's not right! *Their exit cut off by this motley crew of men, the Raft Shackians form a pair of annoyed looks upon their rather twisted little faces.* Man: Of...of course it's not! These three innocent guys, just trying to wrestle, and look what you did! You decimate them and all of a sudden it's "Oh hey, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh hey!" Well enough is enough! My name is Dillon Jones, and these men with me are brothers in arms. For too long, us lowly guys from the indies have been thrown around by bigger stars and made to look like a joke! Lexi: I'm a really bright star. =D Faboon: Your destruction happens to be your own forthcoming! Your skill lackadazicality brews your self inflicted demisery! Lexi: Right on, brotha! =D Zeleke: Upon my person, I recree and remand to be given each and every of your's phoning numerals! Dillon: Look at that! The arrogance oozing off of you! These three men, Randy Tony and the Superstars, have been abused, and now you just blow it all off? AND you insult us?! Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well...................well! We're not going to let that happen anymore! Lexi: I don't think you two eat very much brain food. My friends here are verily rightly being in the ballpark of truthery! ...Cept the thingy about your numbers. Dillon: Speaking of numbers...that's our greatest strength, when coupled with our unity! We won't let any of this abuse continue...because we have all risen up to fight for the little guy. That guy nobody's heard of who gets beat in five minutes flat. Well now it's that guy's time to shine. Let me introduce you to my allies and my brothers, in the order which they appeared along with me...Bill Hammers, Steven Wessex, Arnie Baron, Dirk Brown, John Calhoun, Mac Lee Murphy and Conscript! Together...we are The World. And together...we will end this NOW! *The crew of men all advance on the ring now, keeping close to one another.* Lexi: MEEP. *Dillon Jones and Bill Hammers charge after Lexi. Conscript, Mac Lee Murphy and Steven Wessex attack Faboon and Dirk Brown, Arnie Baron and John Calhoun attack Zeleke. Lexi quickly spotting Hammers charging after her, quickly snaps a glow stick tube out of her pants leg, drinks and..hits him with the Spiked Punch! She turns to see Dillon Jones facing her- and she shoves him into the ropes, pulling him into her rope-hung dragon sleeper, The Freezer Burn! Faboon meanwhile goes after his own assailants, unleashing a quick series of rapid fire kicks to each one of them as they get close. He then nails Conscript right between the eyes with a jumping back heel kick, sending him down to the mat. He then turns back around, immediately following with a second roundhouse right to Mac Lee Murphy, sending him down in a heap. He aims a third foot right at Steve, who manages to catch him. Faboon simply cackles, retaliating with a high enziguri to the side of head, sending him down as well. Zeleke is meanwhile fighting back with furious forearms aplenty, battering Dirk Brown right in the mush and eventually knocking him to the ground in a daze. he then turns around, springing back, then firing off a super kick right into the face of one John Calhoun! Arnie Baron tries to sneak up on him, but Zeleke simply spins around and delivers a devastating lip lock right to his maw. Arnie, like Tony Randy staggers back in horror, leaving him prone to a Dropsault right between his optical receptors! Lexi keeps her Freezer Burn completely locked on, the strawberry liquid from the tube still dripping from her lips like cherry red raindrops. Lawless: When you get beat up by these three... it's time to pack it in. Bailey: Worse than getting beaten up by Archibald Barnes and Gigantor Maximus? Lawless: ... It's close. Suddenly, both of the Superstars and Randy Tony are back onto their feet. The Superstars quickly tackle Lexi, allowing Dillon Jones to slip out and stagger to safety. Bill Hammers gets to his feet and locks in the Hammerlock on Faboon, Randy Tony forearming him in the face repeatedly before forcing the Raft-Shackian down to the mat with stomps and forearms from both of them. Dirk Brown and Conscript are able to wrestle Zeleke to the ground, their partners assisting them in stomping Ekelez. With all three of the trio downed, the crew help their half-unconscious partners to their feet, all of them exiting the ring with one another and staggering and limping up the ramp, the fans booing this entire state of affairs. As they reach the ramp, this begins playing over the speakers, the eleven-man group turning to face the ring. All of them grab one anothers’ arms and hands, victoriously raising them in unison and standing there for a good ten seconds or so. Afterwards, they finally all drop their arms and disappear behind the curtain.* Bailey: And thanks to the pure numbers game, it looks like this new group has come out on top. Lawless: Mainly because of the fact that there are so damn many of them. Bailey: Regardless, you can be certain that things are definitely going to get even more interesting here in WIG.
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Post by Jett Ripley on Mar 30, 2009 0:25:22 GMT -5
*Bell Rings* The Fink: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next contest is scheduled for one fall. * ”I’d start a Revolution” hits the Speakers on the Colvintron and the crowd gets to their feet as Lily-Rose makes her way to the ring. The fans are giving her high fives and she loves it. Although she’s happy now, she’ll be serious in the ring once she goes up against Vile.* The Fink: Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, LILY-ROSE! Tom: Tom Bailey here, alongside Jeannie Lawless where we have a revenge match on our hands. Lily-Rose is seeking revenge against Vile after she bashed her head in with Lily’s own guitar. Jeannie: I’m rooting for Lily in this contest. You know how much I can’t stand women wearing masks in this joint. They all should be demasked. * ”Goodbye Blood and Rose” hits the speakers and the crowd immediately goes south as Vile makes her way to the ring. Looking at Lily-Rose and the crowd with disdain, Vile is looking to beating her senseless again.* The Fink: And her Opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada: Weighing in at 169 pounds; VILE! Tom: There she is. The one that beat up Lily-Rose backstage after that loss to Ykaterina, losing her GND title in the process at our last PPV. What could be going on in that warped mind of hers? Jeannie: I don’t know, but she’s been one of the most hated females here. Mainly because of the way she came into WIG and the way she’s treated the rest of the staff. Lily’s going after her right now. Tom: No time like the present to get the match started. *Lily charges directly for Vile when she was on the steps. She’s going after her with rights and lefts, stiffly. She then picks up Vile, and rolls her into the ring. She lifts her up and slams her, before going back to those stiff rights and lefts she’s dealing Vile while she’s on the canvas. The ref tries to break it up, but Lily is seeking vengeance from what Vile did to her.* Tom: Lily just going after Vile like it’s nobody’s business. She’s angry and found her release. Jeannie: She needs to realize that brute force won’t win it here. Vile’s too crafty for this. *The ref finally gets Lily off of Vile, but when she comes back, Vile gives her a drop toe hold and starts to work on her right leg by putting her in a half crab. Lily quickly grabs a rope and makes Vile break the hold. Vile lets go and decides to give her a stiff kick to the head. Lily goes down holding her head, but Vile quickly picks her back up and gives her a back suplex to the mat.* Tom: Stiff back suplex delivered by Vile. Going for the cover now. Ref: 1…foot on the rope Vile. Jeannie: Lily had the presence of mind to put that foot on the rope and save her energy. Tom: Vile is still leveling her with stomps to the back. *Vile is still stomping away on Lily’s back, trying to weaken it for something big. Vile tries to go for an elbow drop, but Lily rolls out of the way and gets back on top of Vile and lays in some more stiff strikes to the face and the sides. However, Vile senses where she is and gets the legs up and manages to put Lily in a pinning predicament, but Lily rolls off and gives a dropkick to Vile. Lily goes for the cover.* Ref: 1….kickout. Tom: Only a one for Lily. Jeannie: Vile’s still fresh enough to kick out early. Lily needs to surprise Vile a bit. *Lily picks up Vile and tries to slam her, but Vile blocks it and flings her into the ropes. Vile goes for a clothesline, but Lily ducks it and comes back with a flying body press, but Vile catches her. She lifts her up and delivers a massive backbreaker to Lily. Lily slumps down and Vile starts taunting the crowd. She picks up Lily, and delivers another backbreaker. Vile goes for the quick cover.* Ref: 1…..2.kickout Tom: Lily not giving up yet after those two powerful backbreakers. Jeannie: Of course, Tom. She’s not a softie. She’s one of WIG’s finest competitors. Quit thinking that Vile’s going up against some of those EWT Creampuffs. These are the best of the best in the world of women’s wrestling. Tom: Alright, Jeannie. Then if you’re so dead set on it, then why don’t you fight in the ring? Jeannie: Because my contract is for an announcer, not a wrestler. Duh. *Vile picks Lily back up but Lily counters with a Belly to Belly Suplex and tries to go for a cross arm-breaker. She tries to get it on, but Vile’s struggling to get Lily off. Lily gives Vile a kick to the head and locks on the cross arm-breaker. Vile is close enough to the ropes and grapevines the bottom rope. Lily is refusing to break the hold.* Ref: Let go, Lily. 1…2…3 Tom: Lily locked in that cross arm-breaker, but doesn’t want to let go. Jeannie: She’s got revenge on her mind and wants nothing more than Vile’s blood on that canvas…that is if she stops wearing that armor and mask. I still don’t get why she’s wearing all that stuff. This is wrestling, not football. Tom: Truer words never spoken. *The ref finally gets Lily to break the hold and Vile rolls out of the ring, holding her arm. Lily decides to go for a dive over the top rope and lands on Vile. She then promptly rolls her back in, but Vile gets up quickly and lands an elbow drop on Lily when she gets back into the ring, right into the back. Lily groans while Vile picks her up and sends her to the turnbuckle. After some rights and lefts, Vile whips her to the other turnbuckle and lands a stiff clothesline on her before throwing her down to the mat. Vile starts to ascend the top rope and motions for a Senton Bomb.* Tom: Vile’s going for the Senton here. If she hits this while Lily has her back up, then it could be all over. Jeannie: Vile’s been focused on that back. She’s trying to cripple that back even more. *Vile leaps and…* Tom: SHE MISSED! Jeannie: Lily rolls out of the way and now Vile’s the one hurting. Lily needs to take advantage of it. Tom: She is…DDT on Vile! Here’s the cover. Ref: 1….2...shoulder. Jeannie: She barely gets the shoulder up. Tom: That was very close. Lily almost had her revenge right there, but Vile won’t stay down. *Lily picks up Vile, but Vile nails her with a knee to the midsection. Vile takes control by flinging Lily to the Ropes, and tries to deliver a clothesline, but Lily gives her a clothesline of her own at the same time. Both women are down on the mat.* ONE... TWO... Tom: The ref's making the count. Which woman will be standing after ten? Jeannie: Seriously? When has a match ever ended in countout like this? Tom: Well- Jeannie: BESIDES Last Man Standing! THREE... FOUR... FIVE... Both women are standing, and they begin to trade blows with one another, until Lily blocks against Vile, and smacks her arm to the side. Lily then grabs Vile’s head and bends Vile backwards, and places her leg on Vile’s throat. Lily then drops her leg on the throat, sending Vile down to the mat with the Hoglock! Tom: Lily has momentum! Vile stands back up, and is met with a clothesline. Vile stands up again, only to be hit with another clothesline. Vile gets to her feet, ducking this clothesline coming from Lily this time. But Lily stops right behind Vile and spins her around, hitting her with a roundhouse kick to the face. Lily goes to cover. 1! 2! A kickout from Vile. Lily grabs Vile’s head and lifts her to her feet, and gets behind. Jeannie: I think she’s setting up for the Guitar Riff. Tom: A strong submission move by Lily-Rose. This can at least take the wind out of Vile. But Vile grabs Lily’s head just as she’s about to apply the hold, and snapmares her to the mat. Vile then runs to the ropes and comes back with a vicious punt to Lily’s backside. Vile then runs to the ropes in front of Lily and bounces back with a harsh boot to the face, sending Lily’s upper body crashing down to the mat. Vile leaps up with a double knee drop before going to pin. 1! 2! Lily kicks out! Vile stomps down on Lily and then picks her up onto her shoulder, and dropping her down with a body slam. Vile goes for another cover. 1! 2! Lily kicks out again. Vile grabs Lily once more and scoops her onto the shoulder, eyeing the nearest corner. Tom: She wouldn’t. Jeannie: I think she would. Vile then charges the corner, but Lily slips out and goes behind Vile. Lily then axehandles Vile into the corner, then grabs Vile’s waist and lifts her over her head for a German Suplex…followed by another German Suplex…and one more German Suplex before she releases! Lily then locks in a legbar, but Vile is already near the ropes, reaching them to immediately ropebreak. The ref makes the count to 3 before Lily lets go. Jeannie: Lily’s working quite well on Vile, but she’s putting some mighty strain to take Vile down. Tom: Given Vile attacked her with little reason, I don’t blame her. Lily then picks Vile up, and goes for a roundhouse kick. Vile ducks, and grabs Lily for a German Suplex. But Lily elbows Vile until she releases, then whips her into the ropes before hitting her with a back body drop. Vile stands back up, and Lily goes for a Polish Hammer…Vile ducks! She scoops Lily onto her shoulder, and sets her up for a piledriver… Tom: Here comes the Vile-Driver. Jeannie: Ugh, such puns… Vile connects with it! She covers Lily for the pin! 1! 2! KICKOUT! Vile looks down at Lily, shaking her head in anger. Tom: Unreal! Lily just kicked out! Vile picks Lily up again, this time setting up for a vertebreaker. Jeannie: The Reploid Buster’s set up! I don’t think Lily’s going to be able to break out in time! Tom: Stranger things have happened. Suddenly, Lily struggles herself out of the position and onto her feet, twisting the maneuver into a modified Unprettier! Tom: See? I told you she could do it! Jeannie: Well, in any case, it’s all on Lily now! Lily realizes that Vile’s face down on the mat, and kneels on the opponent's head. Lily then grabs Vile’s arms, crossing with hers and pulling them. She then places her head into the small of the back as she pulls, handstands, and ends with a double knee drop to the back of Vile’s head! Tom: Headbanger’s Fall! Lily quickly rolls Vile over and hooks the leg to pin! 1! 2! 3! DING DING DING! Finkel: Here is your winner…LILY-ROSE! Lily stands up as the crowd cheers her on, the ref raising her arm in victory. Tom: Well, there you go. Lily has won her first match against a WIG female wrestler! Jeannie: I don’t think Vile’s going to be too happy. When’s the last time she’s won a match here? Tom:…uh oh… Upon this, Vile immediately gets up, and stares a hole through the back of Lily’s head. Tom: Don’t turn around, Lily! Don’t do it! Lily, unaware, does just that, and walks right into a spear from Vile! Vile mounts herself onto Rose, pounding her face in repeatedly. The ref rings the bell for help. Vile then grabs Lily’s legs, locking her into a Sharpshooter. The crowd boos loudly at Vile’s actions. Tom: C’mon, Vile, there’s no need for this! Just lay off of Lily! Jeannie: Well, THAT’S uncalled for! Hey…wait, what the-? All of a sudden, a black haired woman in punk garbs runs down to the ring, and Vile sees this. She lets go of Lily, and charges the woman, who slides between Vile’s legs and immediately stands up, dropkicking the turning Vile against the ropes and sending her over them onto the floor. The woman then flips her hair back out of her eyes, and shows her face. Tom: Is that…? That’s…TANYA FLAIRE! Jeannie: Who?! Tom: The former girlfriend of EWT legend Joe Ragnal?! The Blazing Inferno?! Jeannie: Oh yeah, the former Secretar- Tom: Please don’t kill her off already! Jeannie: Whatever. Tanya Flaire helps Lily up to her feet, and the both of them stare at Vile as she walks up the ramp. The two of them shake hands then as “Spit” by Kittie plays over the PA system. Tom: Well I’ll be…Lily-Rose and the returning Tanya Flaire! Vile must be beside herself on this!
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Post by Jett Ripley on Mar 30, 2009 0:36:14 GMT -5
Howard Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. And, I have just been informed that, under the order of General Managers Jett Ripley and Reynaldo Fernandéz, this match will be contested under Tornado Tag rules. *TNT’s music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=WCX8gDW4YS0Finkel: Introducing first, coming down the aisle, at 6 feet 5 inches, weighing 252 pounds, from Superior, Arizona—TOBY NICHOLAS TUCKER, TNT. *TNT comes out alone. The crowd boos him mercilessly. TNT is wearing that black nnonnnonose guardor his injured nose, red wrestling tights with “TNT” in white down the legs and a flame design on the legs, white wrist tape, and black cowboy boots with a fire design on them. He also has that horseshoe tied to a rope around his neck. He walks down to the ring as a lot of pyro goes off behind them and then walks up the steps, onto the apron, and through the ropes.* Tom BaiOkay Okay, it’s time to see TNT and Damien Blood take on L. Rey and James “Magnum” Constance; and it’s now under tornado tag rules. Jeannie Lawless: That’s a smart move on the part of our general managers. I doubt these four would have been able to follow the rule of a normal tag match. Tom: Well, regardless, this should be a violent match judging by what has transpired on W*I*G Vindication over the past few weeks. Jeannie: Oh yeah. I’m really looking forward to this one. Four incredibly hot guys goin’ at it, gettin’ all hot and sweaty… Tom: God, I hope you’re talking about wrestling. *Damien Blood’s music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=_z-hEyVQDRAFinkel: And, his partner, coming down the aisle, at 6 feet, weighing in at 240 pounds, from Tokyo, Japan—DAMIEN BLOOD. *Damien comes out to the boos of the crowd. He looks like he could care less what the fans think. In fact, he looks a little happy to be booed. Damien is wearing a black headband, a black kimono robe, green reptilian-scale design wrestling tights, blood red wrist tape, and black boots with a red cross on. He walks down to the ring and enters it. Then, Damien takes off the robe and headband and hands them to the referee, who hands them to the timekeeper.* Tom: Well, TNT and Damien Blood have come down to the ring. Now, we anxiously wait for James “Magnum” Constance and L. Rey. Jeannie: Oh yeah! I’m anxiously waiting for them. Tom: Yeah, but most of us aren’t waiting for them so that we can imagine having sex with them. Jeannie: I’m sure there are a few girls in the audience fantasizing about that. *James “Magnum” Constance’s music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=CR9WJToFsTsFinkel: And, their opponents, first, coming down the aisle, at 6 feet 2 inches, weighting in at 245 pounds, from Honolulu Hawaii, by way of Detroit, Michigan—JAMES “MAGNUM” CONSTANCE. *James “Magnum” Constance comes out to a big pop. He is wearing the sunglasses, the Detroit Tigers cap, a Hawaiian shirt, blue tropical floral design trunks, black knee pads, and black boots. Magnum just stands on the entranceway stage. His usual pyro doesn’t go off. However, Magnum just stands at the top of the ramp and stares at Damien and TNT. He takes off his cap, shirt, and sunglasses and throws them to the ground.* Jeannie: Hmmm…that’s weird. Magnum isn’t making his way to the ring. Tom: Maybe he’s waiting for his partner to come out. Jeannie: That would be a wise move. *L. Rey’s music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=QoQdLJt--kEFinkel: And, his partner, coming down the aisle, at 5 feet 9 inches, weighing at 202 pounds, from Amarillo, Texas—L. REY. *L. Rey comes out to a big pop. He’s wearing a black leather coat, tan cargo pans, and black boots. He’s also carrying his guitar. L. Rey doesn’t do his usual run to the ring and sliding into it for his machine gun pyro. Instead, L. Rey just stands beside Magnum, takes off his coat, and throws the coat and the guitar to the ground. Then, both men run to the ring, slide into it, and charge at TNT and Damien. Magnum attacks TNT, L. Rey attacks Damien, Finkel exits the ring, and the bell rings.* Tom: Here we go! Jeannie: They aren’t wasting any time in this one. *TNT gets the upperhand on Magnum and throws him into a corner, but Magnum ends up overpowering him and throws TNT into the corner. Magnum hits TNT with several alternating jabs to the chest and head. Then, Magnum hits TNT with several chops. “Woo!”’s fill the arena as Magnum turns TNT’s chest red. After a few more chops, Magnum returns to the alternating jabs. TNT falls down in the corner. Then, Magnum places his foot onto TNT’s throat and chokes him with it. Meanwhile, L. Rey and Damien are going at. They are punching each other at first. Suddenly, Damien hits L. Rey with a vicious knife-edge chop. L. Rey staggers back a bit, and Damien goes for another chop. However, L. Rey hits him with a vicious knife-edge chop of his own. Damien staggers back a bit but manages to get out another chop on L. Rey. L. Rey retaliates with another chop. Soon, both men are in a chop war, as “Woo!”’s fill the arena. After a while, their chests turn red. Some blood trickles from L. Rey’s chest. Then, Damien goes for a chop, but L. Rey ducks. Damien spins around, and L. Rey dropkicks Damien, sending him chest first onto the corner. Damien hits the corner and bounces out of it. Suddenly, L. Rey jumps on Damien’s shoulders and hits him with a reverse hurricanrana. L. Rey gets up, jumps onto the top turnbuckle, and jumps off, landing on Damien’s back with a moonsault double foot stomp.* Tom: Sweet Mercy! L. Rey busting out the big moves early with La Canción De Los Angeles on Damien! Jeannie: Why would someone write a song for Los Angeles? Tom: No, it’s not for the city—the literal translation is “The Song Of The Angels.” It’s for angels. Jeannie: Well, I didn’t know. Tom: Haven’t you asked that question before? Jeannie: I forget. *L. Rey walks over to Magnum, who is still choking TNT with his foot. Damien rolls over to the ropes and sits up, holding his back. L. Rey says something into Magnum’s ear, and he stops. They both grab a leg of TNT’s and pull him out of the corner, letting TNT to fall onto the mat. Suddenly, Damien comes charging at L. Rey and Magnum. However, they catch him and hip toss him onto TNT. Then, Magnum picks up Damien and drops him to the mat with a belly to back suplex. Damien sits up, holding his back. Suddenly, L. Rey charges at Damien and hits him with a high impact front dropkick. As this goes on, Magnum moves onto the apron. He climbs up to the top turnbuckle. He jumps off and lands on Damien with an elbow drop. Then, L. Rey moves onto the top rope and jumps off, landing on Damien with a somersault corkscrew leg drop. He goes for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*TNT runs over and pushes L. Rey off of Damien.* Tom: Diving elbow drop and Angel De Cayendo onto Damien Blood, but TNT breaks up the pinfall. Jeannie: One of the advantages of a tornado tag match—you’re partner is in there all the time and can easily get to you if you’re being pinned or in a submission. *Magnum runs to TNT and kicks him in the chest as he sits up onto his knees. Magnum goes for another kick, but TNT grabs it and pushes Magnum away, sending him to the mat. However, L. Rey gets up, charges at TNT, and hits him with a shining wizard. L. Rey gets up and waits for TNT to get up. TNT does, and L. Rey charges at TNT with a rolling wheel kick. TNT staggers back into the ropes and bounces off of them. Suddenly, Magnum charges at TNT and hits him with a lariat, sending him spinning around and landing neck first onto the top rope. Magnum runs to the opposite ropes, bounces off of them, runs back across the ring, jumps over TNT, and hits him with a hair-pull hangman. TNT bounces up, holding his throat. Suddenly, L. Rey runs to the ropes and hits TNT with a feint shining wizard spun backwards into a back heel kick, knocking TNT to the mat.* Tom: El Angel Attack to TNT from L. Rey after Magnum hits him with a hangman on the top rope. Jeannie: Magnum and L. Rey are in control so far. But, I wonder how long that can last. Tom: We’ll just have to see. *L. Rey stands up on the apron. However, Damien charges at him and knocks him off the apron. Then, Damien climbs up onto the top turnbuckle and jumps off with a diving crossbody. However, L. Rey moves out of the way, and Magnum runs to Damien and catches. Magnum puts Damien onto his shoulder and drops him onto the floor with a running powerslam. Magnum then picks up Damien and throws him into the ring. Then, Magnum enters the ring as L. Rey moves onto the apron. Magnum walks over to Damien, picks him up, and whips him into the ropes. Magnum then runs to the opposite ropes and bounces off of them as Damien bounces off of the other ropes and comes charging at Magnum. Magnum hits Damien with a high knee strike that sends Damien staggering back into the ropes. Suddenly, TNT gets up and charges at Magnum. However, Magnum hits him with dropkick that sends TNT back into the ropes. Then, Magnum walks over to TNT and Damien, grabs their arms and whips them across the ring. As this happens, L. Rey jumps onto the top rope, jumps off of it, and hits both men with a double springboard forearm strike that sends them both staggering back into the ropes and out of the ring.* Tom: Ay Carumba! L. Rey hits TNT and Damien Blood with a double dose of La Espada De Damocles! Jeannie: “Ay Carumba”? Who do you think you are, Bart Simpson!? Tom: What!? Can’t a guy quote the Simpsons? *TNT and Damien get up on the outside. In the ring, Magnum and L. Rey taunt TNT and Damien, daring them to come back into the match. But, they just stand there, acting like they’re hurt. After a few seconds, a “Magnum! L. Rey! Magnum! L. Rey!” chant breaks out. It gets very loud after a while. TNT looks around at the audience, looking worried. The chant doesn’t seem to faze Damien. Magnum and L. Rey keep on daring TNT and Damien to reenter the ring. TNT and Damien soon start conversing about their strategy. After a few seconds, they slowly walk to the ring and climb up onto the apron. The crowd goes wild as it looks like the match is going to pick up again. However, TNT and Damien just drop down from the apron and walk away. The crowd boos loudly as TNT and Damien make their way up the ramp. L. Rey and Magnum just look at each other, and then they rush out of the ring to catch their opponents. The referee also exits the ring to try and bring Magnum and L. Rey back into the match. TNT and Damien look up at the Colvintron and see L. Rey and Magnum taking the bait. They smile and turn around. Damien hits Magnum in the stomach with a karate kick. TNT sidesteps L. Rey, grabs his head, and throws him into the entranceway.* Tom: What the funk!? Jeannie: I don’t believe it! TNT and Damien pretended to be leaving the match! Tom: How is that hard to believe? That sounds like something that they would do. Jeannie: Yeah, but I’m shocked that it worked. I figured Magnum and L. Rey would be smarter to fall for something like this. Tom: They must thinking with their emotions and not their brains. *TNT starts stomping and kicking L. Rey while Damien unleashes a flurry of chops onto Magnum. One such chop sends Magnum spinning around. Suddenly, Damien drop kicks Magnum, sending him flying off the ramp and landing chest first onto the guardrail. The audience lets out a groan. The referee yells at Damien for what he did as he gets up. Damien just ignores him. Then, he jump off and lands on Magnum with a corkscrew somersault leg drop, smashing him back onto the guardrail. The crowd lets out a “Holy Shit!” chant.* Tom: By Odin’s Beard! Damien Blood smashes Magnum onto the steel guardrail with Rambo after he sent Magnum flying onto the guardrail with a dropkick! Jeannie: Good God! He could have a broken rib! He’ll need medical attention! I better go check on him! Tom: Sit down! Jeannie: Why do you always stop me checking on the injured wrestlers!? Tom: You’re not a doctor! Jeannie: So!? *Damien gets up and attacks Magnum. He smashes his head on the guardrail several times, causing Magnum to bust open. The referee tries to pull Damien off of Magnum, but Damien is just too powerful to be stopped. Meanwhile, TNT keeps on attacking L. Rey. He hits L. Rey with several elbow drops. Then, TNT gets up and motions for L. Rey to get up. L. Rey does, and TNT hits him with a bicycle kick that sends L. Rey reeling to the edge of the entrance stage. TNT waits for L. Rey to get up again. L. Rey does, and TNT kicks him in the stomach. L. Rey bends over, TNT grabs L. Rey, lifts him up in a straight jacket hold, and drops him onto the entranceway. The audience lets out a sympathetic groan and then starts booing TNT and Damien.* Tom: ¡Santa Vaca! TNT hits L. Rey with the Explosion Bomb onto the entrance way! Jeannie: Good God! TNT and Damien Blood have really taken over this match! *TNT gets up. He just laughs at how he and Damien changed the tide of the match. Then, he looks over and sees L. Rey’s guitar. TNT has a devilish look on his face. He walks over and picks up the guitar. Then, he waits for L. Rey to get up. L. Rey slowly does. Then, TNT swings the guitar at L. Rey. However, L. Rey somehow ducks and rolls past TNT. TNT turns around and goes to the guitar smash again, but L. Rey gets up and kicks TNT in the crotch. The crowd cheers as TNT drops the guitar and drops to his knees in pain. L. Rey suddenly hits TNT with two stiff kicks to the chest followed by a high-speed roundhouse kick to TNT’s head. The crowd cheers as TNT falls face first onto the stage.* Tom: El Fabricante De Aureola to TNT! L. Rey may have quickly changed things in his team’s favor. Jeannie: I’m amazed at L. Rey resiliency. He can really take a lot of punishment, which is one of the things that I really like in a man. Tom: Yeah, yeah, yeah. You’re a sex addict who’s into S&M. We all get it. *L. Rey gets up and picks his guitar. He waits for TNT to get up. After a few seconds, TNT finally gets up, holding his crotch. Suddenly, L. Rey swings his guitar and smashes it over TNT’s head. TNT falls back off the entrance stage and lands on three tables that are set near the stage, smashing them all. Another “Holy Shit!” breaks out in the crowd.* Tom: Sweet Baby James! L. Rey smashes his guitar over TNT’s head, and TNT falls off the stage onto some tables! Jeannie: I don’t believe this! What a match so far! Tom: We knew it would be violent, but we didn’t know it would be this violent! Jeannie: You know it, TNT is lucky that those tables were conveniently place near that stage. And, L. Rey is lucky that the referee just happened to be distracted by Damien attacking Magnum. It’s almost like that whole thing was planned out. *Meanwhile, Damien continues to bloody Magnum, raking his forehead across the guardrail. The referee keeps trying to stop him, but Damien can’t be stopped. At least not by the ref. L. Rey turns his attention to his partner’s predicament. L. Rey runs toward them, jumps off the ramp, and hits Damien with a dropkick, knocking Damien to the floor and causing him to let go of Magnum. Magnum falls to the floor in a bloody mess. The ref checks on Magnum as L. Rey hits Damien with a flurry of chops and Kawada kicks. Blood comes pouring out of Magnum’s head. The ref makes an X with his arms, signaling for the EMTs to come out. Two groups of EMTs soon come out; one checks on TNT while the other looks over Magnum. The crowd boos, fearing the match maybe called off.* Tom: EMTs have come out to check on TNT and Magnum. It looks like this match just went from a tag match to a singles match between L. Rey and Damien. Jeannie: The fans don’t seem too happy about that, and neither am I. *L. Rey keeps on chopping and kicking Damien back to the ring. Suddenly, he hits Damien with a dropkick that sends him flying back first into the ring apron. Then, L. Rey charges at Damien and hits him with a shining wizard. L. Rey gets up and continues to unleash a flurry of chops and kicks on Damien. Meanwhile, the other EMTs put TNT on a stretcher and push him backstage. As this goes on, two EMTs pick up Magnum with one under each of his shoulders and help him to the backstage area. The audience cheers for Magnum as they take him away.* Tom: Magnum and TNT being taking away as L. Rey and Damien Blood keep on fighting. Jeannie: I hope Magnum and TNT are okay, but the show must go on. *Back at the ring, L. Rey throws Damien back into the ring. L. Rey gets up onto the apron and waits for Damien to get up. Damien does, and L. Rey jumps up, trying to get onto the top rope. However, Damien hits L. Rey with a Pele kick, knocking him down; L. Rey nearly falls off the apron, but he manages to hang on to the top rope with his right arm. Damien gets up, walks to the ropes, and bends over the top rope. He grabs L. Rey, picks him up, and tries to suplex him back into the ring. However, L. Rey slips out of it, lands on his feet behind, grabs Damien, and rolls him up for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Damien pushes L. Rey off of him and into the ropes.* *Damien rolls around and charges at L. Rey, but L. Rey swings around and tries to kick Damien. However, Damien stops short and catches L. Rey’s leg. Damien pulls L. Rey away from the ropes by his leg. Suddenly, L. Rey goes for an enzuigiri, but Damien ducks. L. Rey swings around for another kick, but Damien ducks again. Then, Damien swings L. Rey around by his foot, but L. Rey surprises him with a dragon whip.* Tom: Dragon whip to Damien Blood. L. Rey outsmarts the Real Life Rambo. Jeannie: I would have gone with the “Human Red Cross” nickname personally. Tom: I’ll try to work that in later. Jeannie: Could you also work in the “Evil Dragon”? Tom: I’ll see what I can do. *L. Rey gets up. Damien sits up but is met with a kick to the head, sending him back to the mat. L. Rey bends over to pick up Damien, but Damien surprises him with a quick throat thrust. Damien sits up and hits L. Rey with a Judo chop to the throat. Damien gets up as L. Rey staggers back. Damien grabs L. Rey and places him onto the ropes. Then, he whips L. Rey across the ring. Damien charges at L. Rey as he hits the opposite ropes and bounces off of them. However, L. Rey surprises him with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown. Damien looks shocked, but he gets back up and charges L. Rey. However, L. Rey gets up and hits him another tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown. Damien just gets up again and charges at L. Rey, but L. Rey sends him to the mat with an armdrag, kips up, and hits Damien in the back of the head with a dropkick. Damien rolls out of the ring as the crowd applauds L. Rey’s skills. However, L. Rey doesn’t take the time to bask in the crowd’s applause. He instead runs to the ropes, bounces off of them, runs across the ring, jumps over the opposite ropes, and lands on L. Rey with an over the top rope no-hand plancha. The crowd cheers loudly and begins to chant “L. Rey!”* Tom: El Angel Flop to Damien Blood on the outside! Hot damn! That man is looking impressive! Jeannie: And, sexy as hell! Oh man, I love that Masculine Mariachi! *L. Rey gets up and finally soaks in the crowd appraisal of him. However, it’s short lived as Damien gets back up. L. Rey charges at him, jumps onto his shoulders, and hits him with a hurricanrana, sending Damien into the steel steps. L. Rey gets up, picks up Damien, and throws him back into the ring. Then, L. Rey climbs up onto the apron and then onto the top turnbuckle. L. Rey jumps off, going for a frog splash, but Damien rolls out of the way; and L. Rey hits the man. Damien gets up, holding his back. L. Rey gets up onto his knees, holding his stomach. Suddenly, Damien goes for a kick to the side of L. Rey’s head, but L. Rey ducks. Then, he stands up, picking Damien up onto his shoulders. However, Damien counters with a victory roll. He goes for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey rolls Damien over into his own pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Damien rolls L. Rey back over into a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey rolls Damien back over into a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Damien rolls L. Rey over into another pin.* Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey rolls Damien back over into another pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Damien rolls L. Rey over, sending him rolling to the ropes.* *Both men get up and charge at each other, and both hit each other with a dropkick at the same time. The audience then applauds both men’s effort.* Tom: Great Scott! L. Rey and Damien Blood go for dropkicks and collide with each other! Jeannie: Damn! These two are really picking up the ball with TNT and Magnum gone! Tom: And, you thought it wouldn’t be exciting without them. Jeannie: Yeah. I’m glad these two proved me wrong. Though, I wouldn’t be upset with Magnum and TNT returning. *The ref begins a 10 count.* Ref: 1… 2… 3…*Damien starts moving around.* 4…*L. Rey starts moving around.* 5…*Damien starts crawling to the ropes.* 6…*L. Rey also starts crawling to the ropes.* 7…*Damien gets up onto his knees.* 8…*L. Rey rolls around on the bottom rope and uses the second rope to pull himself up.* *Both men get up. L. Rey charges at Damien, but Damien stops him with a vicious knife-edge chop. L. Rey staggers back a little. Damien hits L. Rey with another chop. Then, Damien grabs L. Rey’s hair and hits him with a dropkick. L. Rey staggers back into the ropes, and Damien follows him. He grabs L. Rey and whips him across the ring. Damien charges after him, but L. Rey surprises him with a springboard moonsault into a reverse DDT. Then, L. Rey grabs Damien’s legs and goes for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Damien kicks out.* Tom: El Angel DDT catches Damien off guard, but he’s able to stave off the 3 count. Jeannie: You know, L. Rey should be a little more creative with his moves’ name. I mean, it’s mainly “El Angel” this and “El Angel” that! Tom: What about La Iluminación Choca, El Fabricante De Aureola, Cayendo De Los Cielos, or El Angel De Muerte? Jeannie: That proves my point even better! He does have creative names, but then he pulls that “El Angel” crap! What gives? Tom: Wait, how did you get onto this!? Jeannie: My mind wanders a lot. *L. Rey gets up. Damien tries to get up, but a dropkick from L. Rey sends him back to the mat. L. Rey gets up again. Damien tries to get up once more, but L. Rey hits him with a shining wizard that sends Damien reeling back into the corner. L. Rey rolls over onto his feet, charges at Damien, and hits him with a rope aided corner dropkick. L. Rey rolls over onto his feet and moves to the opposite corner as Damien gets up, holding his chest. Then, L. Rey charges at Damien, does a cartwheel, and then hits Damien with a jumping high kick, sending back into the corner and then face first onto the mat.* Tom: Mary Magdalene! Los Angeles Que Tocando Arpas followed by El Angel Krush! L. Rey is on one helluva roll! Jeannie: I just hope he rolls on over to me later tonight, if you know what I mean. Tom: Not really, but I assume it’s something sexual. Jeannie: You know it! *L. Rey gets ups, waiting for Damien to get up. Suddenly, the crowd turns their attention to the entrance way and starts booing. L. Rey notices this and turns to see what’s going on. The cameras turn to the entrance way, and we see TNT coming out from backstage. He is staggering around like he’s drunk. It appears he may have a concussion. Some EMTs and referees try to stop him, but TNT just pushes them aside.* Tom: What the hell!? It’s TNT! Jeannie: What’s he doin’ out here!? Tom: EMTs and referees are trying to take him back, but TNT just pushes them aside. Is he trying to reenter the match!? Jeannie: He looks like he has a concussion. I’m glad to see him, but not like this. Tom: I think he’s trying to reenter the match! Jeannie: He better not! He doesn’t look like he’s in any condition to be walking let alone wrestling! *TNT makes his way to the ring. He staggers around but is able to keep the refs and EMTs at bay. Then, he motions to L. Rey to come out and fight him. L. Rey walks over to the ropes. TNT dares him to come out and fight him. L. Rey thinks about this for a second and yells “No.” The audience boos a little, but L. Rey isn’t going to fight a man who can’t really fight back. Suddenly, Damien gets up and charges at L. Rey. L. Rey sees him in the Colvintron and hits him with a Pele kick. Then, both men get up; and L. Rey hits Damien with a high impact front dropkick.* Tom: Damien tries to take advantage of TNT’s distraction, but L. Rey doesn’t fall for it. Jeannie: You know, I admire L. Rey for not attacking TNT. He’s clearly in no condition to fight, and L. Rey obviously doesn’t want to fight someone with a disadvantage. *L. Rey gets up and turns back to TNT. He is still staggering around just trying to stand up straight. TNT keeps taunting L. Rey, but L. Rey tells him to go back with the EMTs. Suddenly, TNT spits into L. Rey’s face, and then he yells “Come get me, ya fuckin’ *BEEP*.” The audience is stunned into silence. L. Rey wipes the spit from his face as it turns bright red.* Jeannie: Oh my God! Tom: On behalf of W*I*G, I would like to apologize to anybody who might have been offended by TNT’s comment and to note that TNT’s views do not express the views of W*I*G. Jeannie: I don’t think he really meant that! I think he was just trying to get L. Rey to attack him. *TNT keeps trying to stay on his feet. L. Rey just stares at the spit he wiped from his face. Time seems to stop. After what seems like an eternity, L. Rey suddenly grabs the top rope and jumps over it, planning to land on TNT. Suddenly, TNT grabs L. Rey and rams him back first into the steel post. Then, he throws L. Rey to ground. TNT starts laughing and taps his head, showing that he wasn’t seriously hurt; he was faking the whole time. The crowd unleashes a deafening wave of boos at TNT.* Tom: WHAT THE FUNK!? Jeannie: Oh, that crafty son of a bitch! He was faking! Tom: TNT tricked L. Rey into attacking him and then rammed back first into the steel ring post! I don’t believe it! Jeannie: See! He’s not racist! He’s just a tricky bastard! Tom: Will you shut up about that!? *TNT turns around to face the refs and EMTs. The EMTs angrily walk off, but the refs stay to give TNT a piece of his mind. TNT just brushes them off. Then, the refs walk off. TNT mockingly waves goodbye to them. As this happens, L. Rey starts to get up. He slowly does, holding his back, and then he grabs TNT. TNT quickly surprises L. Rey with a vicious discus elbow smash that sends TNT to the floor and knocks L. Rey back first into the steel guardrail. L. Rey bounces off the guardrail, holding his back. Then, TNT gets up and hits him with a bicycle kick that sends him back into the guardrail.* Tom: By George! TNT sends L. Rey into the guardrail with a discus elbow smash and a bicycle kick. Jeannie: He’s back in the match, and now it’s two-on-one; and it appears that had an injured back. I hate to say it, but L. Rey doesn’t stand a chance. Tom: He better hope Magnum can come back into the match. Jeannie: Yeah, that’s about the only thing that could save L. Rey. *TNT picks up L. Rey and throws him into the ring. Then, TNT climbs up onto the top turnbuckle, jumps off, and lands on L. Rey’s back with a diving elbow drop. TNT gets up on one knee, makes a gun with his right hand, and pretends to shoot L. Rey as L. Rey writhes on the mat holding his back. The crowd boos TNT mercilessly, but he obviously doesn’t care. TNT just gets up, picks L. Rey up, and hits him with a backbreaker. Then, TNT pushes L. Rey off his knee onto the mat. L. Rey writhes on the mat holding his back. The referee checks on him, but TNT pushes the ref aside. Then, TNT kicks L. Rey over onto his stomach, and hits him with an elbow drop onto his back. He gets up and drops another elbow onto L. Rey’s back. TNT gets up again and hits L. Rey’s back with an elbow drop and again and again and again and again and again and again and again. Then, Damien reenters the ring; apparently, he was on the outside taking a breather. TNT gets and extends a hand for Damien. Damien shakes it. The crowd boos. Then, both men raise their arms up and hit L. Rey with a double elbow drop.* Tom: And now, Damien has entered the fray. Jeannie: The double teaming begins. Poor L. Rey. *Damien and TNT get up. They both move to different corner and climb up to the top turnbuckles. Then, they jump off and hit L. Rey with simultaneous diving elbow drops. The crowd boos as TNT and Damien get up off the mat. L. Rey writhes on the mat holding his back. TNT tells Damien to climb back up to the top turnbuckle. He does as TNT grabs L. Rey and picks up. Then, TNT hits L. Rey with another backbreaker, and Damien jumps off the turnbuckle and hits L. Rey with an elbow drop onto his throat. Damien and TNT laugh as the crowd boos them. TNT pushes L. Rey off his knee and gets up. Then, he tells Damien to pick up L. Rey and place him against the ropes. Damien does this as TNT walks over to the opposite ropes. TNT yells “Now!”, and Damien whips L. Rey across the ring. TNT charges at L. Rey, catches him, and hits him with a tilt-a-whirl gutbuster quickly followed into a Russian leg sweep. TNT grabs a leg and goes of a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey gets a shoulder up.* Tom: Flammable Material to L. Rey, but he somehow gets a shoulder up. Jeannie: L. Rey is one tough man, but even he can’t handle all the punishment in the world. *TNT gets up onto his knees. He looks a little frustrated. L. Rey rolls over onto his stomach. Suddenly, Damien pounces on L. Rey and stomps the hell out of his back. TNT gets up and joins Damien in stomping on L. Rey’s back. Damien stops stomping on L. Rey and tells TNT to pick him up. TNT agrees, and they both pick up L. Rey. Then, Damien gets back to back with L. Rey, picks him up, and locks him into Gory special. L. Rey doesn’t yell out, but it is obvious from the look on his face that he is in incredible pain. The ref asks L. Rey if he wants to give up, but L. Rey shakes his head and yells “No!” Suddenly, TNT charges at L. Rey and hits him in the stomach with an elbow smashes. The crowd boos as the ref turns his attention to TNT and yells at him for what he just did; but TNT doesn’t care. He just pushes the referee aside and then punches L. Rey in the stomach. TNT unleashes a flurry of punches onto L. Rey as Damien pulls back on the Gory special. Suddenly, the referee grabs TNT and pulls him away from L. Rey. Then, he starts yelling at TNT, but TNT just flips him off. Meanwhile, Damien still has L. Rey locked in the Gory special. Suddenly, Damien drops L. Rey to the mat with a Gory bomb. TNT brushes the referee aside and then walks over to L. Rey. He picks L. Rey up and hits him with a lifting side slam and drops him into a backbreaker. TNT goes for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey kicks out. The crowd cheers. Damien looks shocked. TNT yells “No!”* Tom: I don’t believe it! L. Rey kicks out of the Combustible Element! Jeannie: Damn! He is tough. Tom: But, how much more can L. Rey take? Jeannie: I’m sure we’ll find out. *TNT gets up and starts yelling at the ref, saying that had to be a three. But, the ref denies. Then, he starts yelling at Damien. However, Damien calms him down. He tells TNT to pick L. Rey up. TNT walks over to L. Rey, stomps on his back a few times, and then picks him up. Then, he throws L. Rey over to Damien. Damien catches L. Rey by his arm, swings around, and in one quick fluid motion, locks L. Rey into the Thrombosis (an inverted Gory special). He has the move locked on tight. L. Rey again doesn’t yell out in pain, but it’s obvious he is in pain. The ref goes to check on L. Rey, but before he can, TNT hits L. Rey in the stomach with an elbow smash. TNT starts punching L. Rey’s stomach like it’s a punching bag. The ref tries to pull TNT away, but he just shoves the referee down to the mat and continues punching L. Rey in the stomach. The ref gets up, grabs TNT, and finally pulls him away from L. Rey. TNT is not pleased with this and starts poking the ref in the chest. Suddenly, the ref shoves TNT. TNT looks pissed and shoves the ref back. Soon, the ref and TNT are in a shoving match. Damien notices this on the Colvintron and lets go of the hold. He walks over to TNT, grabs him, and pulls him away from the ref. Then, Damien calms TNT down and tells him stop arguing with the ref or else they’ll get disqualified. He shakes his head in agree. Then, Damien walks over to L. Rey and stomps on his back some. Then, he picks L. Rey up and throws him to TNT. TNT catches L. Rey and hits him with a vertical suplex powerbomb. TNT goes for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey kicks. The crowds cheers wildly. Damien looks shocked, and TNT flips the fuck out.* Jeannie: I don’t believe it. I don’t believe it! Tom: L. Rey kicks out again! Damien Blood’s Thrombosis couldn’t keep him down! TNT’s Electrical Explosion couldn’t him down! Can anything keep this man down!? *TNT pounces on L. Rey and furiously punches him in the head. He picks up L. Rey so that his back is exposed, and Damien starts kicks L. Rey in the back as TNT continues to punch him. Suddenly, the crowd’s attention turns to the entranceway and cheers break out in the crowd. Damien notices this, stops kicks L. Rey, and turns his attention to the entrance way. His face turns to shock, and then he slaps TNT on the shoulder to get his attention. TNT looks up at Damien and yells “What!?” Damien points at the entranceway. TNT turns to look and looks shocked. He stops punching L. Rey and gets up. The cameras finally turn to the entranceway, and we see Magnum standing at the top of the stage. He has a bandage over his head, and there are refs and EMTs surrounding Magnum and trying to stop him from going down there; but Magnum brushes them aside. * Tom: What the funk!? Jeannie: Yes! Yes! Yes! Tom: It’s Magnum! James “Magnum” Constance has returned! Jeannie: Thank God! I don’t think L. Rey could have taken any more! *Magnum just looks straight on at TNT and Damien. TNT and Damien stare back, not noticing L. Rey crawling out of the ring for a breather. Then, Magnum slowly walks down to the ring. TNT doesn’t want to wait; he exits the ring and runs toward Magnum. Suddenly, Magnum charges at TNT and hits him with a vicious lariat that spins TNT around, causing him to land on the ramp with a loud thud. Magnum keeps on running to the ring, but Damien pounces on him as he slides into the ring with several stomps. Damien picks up Magnum, places him against the ropes, and whips him across the ring. As Magnum hits the opposite ropes and bounces off of them, Damien moves to the center of the ring and bends over, going for a back body drop. But, he telegraphs the move; and Magnum hits him with a facebuster knee smash. Damien bounces up and staggers back a little. Suddenly, Magnum dropkicks Damien, sending him staggering back into the ropes. Damien bounces off the ropes, and Magnum jumps up and hits Damien with a jumping superkick that sends Damien through the ropes and to the outside.* Tom: Wave Goodbye to Damien Blood! Magnum has returned to this match in spectacular fashion! Jeannie: Plus, he’s a little rested having not wrestled for a good while. And, big props to L. Rey for holding out for so long. Now, Magnum and L. Rey have a chance to win this match. Tom: Yeah, but Magnum has a bullseye on his head in the form of that bandage. Jeannie: That’s true. Magnum might want to put this one away quickly. *Magnum soaks up the cheers of the crowd. Suddenly, TNT charges back into the ring and goes a bicycle kick. Magnum ducks and rolls behind TNT. TNT turns around, and Magnum charges at him and hits him with a lariat. TNT gets up, and Magnum hits him with another lariat. TNT gets up again, and this time Magnum hits him with a lariat takedown. Both men get up. TNT charges at Magnum, but Magnum catches him with a flapjack lift and drops TNT into a cutter.* Tom: TNT feels the Paradise Blues! Jeannie: Magnum is on fire! Can he keep it up!? Tom: I think he easily can. *Magnum gets up. Suddenly, Damien slides back into the ring and charges at TNT. However, Magnum catches him with a hip toss, throwing him into the turnbuckles and putting him in a tree of woe. Then, TNT gets up and charges at Magnum with a running big boot; but Magnum moves out of the way, and TNT ends up hitting Damien in the stomach. The crowd cheers this, but TNT doesn’t look happy. Suddenly, Magnum grabs TNT from behind in a straight jacket hold and drops him to the mat with a sitout rear mat slam. He goes for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*TNT kicks out.* Tom: Dream A Little Dream isn’t enough to have TNT dreamin’ as he kicks out. Jeannie: Ah, dammit! Tom: What? Jeannie: I thought we were going to go the whole match without you making one of your bad puns. Tom: I’m sorry to disappoint you. *Magnum gets up, and TNT rolls to the outside. Magnum almost goes after him, but Damien sits up onto the top turnbuckle, holding his stomach. Magnum decides to go after Damien instead. He grabs Damien from behind, pulls him off the turnbuckle, and drops him to the mat with a belly to back suplex. Damien sits up as Magnum gets up. Then, Magnum hits Damien with a dropkick. Magnum gets up, runs to the ropes, bounces off of them, runs to Damien, and hits him with a jumping knee drop. Damien rolls over onto his hands and knees. Magnum gets up and picks up Damien. However, he sends Damien back to the mat with a double underhook piledriver. Magnum rolls Damien over for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Damien gets his shoulders up.* Tom: Magnum hits Damien with The Big Blow, but it isn’t enough to keep him down. Jeannie: You know, I would like to give Magnum a big blow, if you know what I mean. Tom: I thought the point of an innuendo was that it sounded innocent but could be taken as sexual. Jeannie: Yeah. So? Tom: What you just said wasn’t innocent at all! Jeannie: So? Tom: It wasn’t an innuendo. It was just you plainly stating that you wanted to give Magnum a…um…um…*whispering* blow job. Jeannie: So? Tom: I give up. *Magnum gets up and picks up Damien. He throws Damien over the top rope, but Damien grabs a hold of it and skins the cat back into the ring. However, he turns around into a dropkick from Magnum that sends him over the top rope and to the outside. Suddenly, TNT runs into the ring and charges at Magnum. However, Magnum catches him in an abdominal stretch. He pulls back on the move and punches TNT in the stomach a few times. However, Magnum doesn’t notice Damien sneaky back into the ring. Damien gets up and grabs Magnum from behind, ripping the bandage. However, Magnum is somehow able to keep TNT in the abdominal stretch. Then, he starts fighting Damien off with his free hand. The ref tries to help Magnum by trying to pull Damien off of him. However, this distracts the referee. He doesn’t see TNT pulling off his nose guard. Suddenly, TNT smashes the noseguard into Magnum’s forehead. He hits Magnum with it several times, causing Magnum’s wound to bust open again. Blood comes pouring out of Magnum’s forehead, and Magnum loosens his grip on TNT. TNT puts the noseguard back on. Damien finally lets go of Magnum, and the ref starts yelling at Damien. Meanwhile, TNT picks up Magnum in a horizontal back to belly suplex hold, spins Magnum into a sitout facebuster, and rolls him over for a pin. Damien points out the pin to the ref, and he goes to make the count.* Ref: 1…2…*Magnum kicks out.* Tom: Chemical Explosion to Magnum, but it doesn’t keep him down. Jeannie: Yeah, but how long will that last? Magnum is busted open again thanks to Damien’s distraction and TNT’s noseguard. *TNT gets up, punching Magnum in the head a few times. TNT turns around and sees the huge smile on Damien’s face. He is staring at Magnum’s busted open head with glee. TNT looks at Magnum, then at Damien, then back at Magnum, and then back at Damien. Then, TNT curtsies and says “Go ahead.” Damien claps evilly, slowly walks over Magnum, drops down onto him, grabs Magnum by his hair, and starts punching him furiously. Then, Damien bites Magnum forehead. The ref suddenly grabs Damien and pulls him off of Magnum. The ref yells at Damien, but he doesn’t listen. He’s too busy licking his lips.* Tom: Good God! That Damien Blood is crazy. Jeannie: Yeah! Crazy like a fox. Tom: Jeannie!!!! Jeannie: I can’t help myself! I’m emotionally distant! I was raised by a sex addicted mother! I have daddy issues! I’m attracted to men who emotionally disturbed! And, I always put myself in relationships that I know will end in disaster! Tom: Hey! We just had a breakthrough with Jeannie. *Damien keeps creepily liking his lips. TNT looks freaked out and slaps Damien. Damien shakes his head and turns his attention to TNT. TNT yells at Damien, “Stop being a freak, and pick him up!” Damien reluctantly obeys. He gets off of Magnum, and they both go to pick him up. Suddenly, Magnum grabs Damien and TNT’s tights and throws them down onto the second rope. Both men look surprised and try to get up. Then, out of nowhere, L. Rey swings around the ropes and hits them both with a 619; Damien and TNT fall back onto the mat. The crowd cheers wildly as L. Rey stands up on the apron. Damien and TNT stand up. L. Rey jumps onto the top rope, jumps off, and lands on them both with a somersault corkscrew senton. The crowd cheers wildly as he stands up.* Tom: ¡Santa Maria! L. Rey comes out of nowhere and hits Damien Blood and TNT with Golpeyando En La Puerta Del Cielo followed Angel De Cayendo! Jeannie: It wouldn’t be an L. Rey match if he didn’t force us to pay Bob Dylan money! Tom: No, it wouldn’t! Jeannie: Hot damn! I thought L. Rey was out of this thing! Nice to see him up and about! In fact, I’d like to see more of L. Rey up and about. Tom: Now, that was an innuendo! Jeannie: Thank you. *Damien gets up and charges at L. Rey, but L. Rey catches him with an armdrag that sends Damien to the outside. Then, TNT gets up and charges at L. Rey; but L. Rey hits him with a hurricanrana that sends him into the corner. L. Rey gets up and looks at Damien and TNT, wondering who to go after. TNT turns around and is speared out of nowhere by Magnum, who then pounces on TNT with a flurry of punches. With his decision made for him, L. Rey runs to the opposite ropes, bounces off of them, runs across the ring, does a cartwheel, jumps over the top rope, and lands on Damien with a corkscrew suicide senton.* Tom: El Angel Que Se Eleva Especial to Damien Blood! Jeannie: L. Rey and Magnum have really overcome the odds. Tom: Who are they, John Cena? *giggles* Jeannie: No. Tom: What!? Jeannie: Just no! *In the ring, Magnum keeps punching and stomping on TNT. Suddenly, TNT surprises Magnum with kick to the stomach. He tries to punch Magnum, but Magnum grabs him and throws him onto the second rope. Then, Magnum puts him right shin on the back of TNT’s head pushes his neck down on the second rope, choking him. The ref does a five count.* Ref: 1…2…3…4…*Magnum lets go of the hold.* *Meanwhile, on the outside, L. Rey gets up, picks up Damien, and throws him back into the ring. L. Rey gets up onto the apron and climbs onto the top turnbuckle. However, Damien grabs L. Rey and throws him off with an armdrag. L. Rey lands on the mat and sits up, grabbing a hold of his back. He manages to get up, but he turns around into a kick from Damien. L. Rey bends over, and Damien grabs him, picks him up, and hits L. Rey with an overhead gutwrench backbreaker. Damien throws L. Rey off of his shoulder and onto the mat. Then, he covers L. Rey and yells at the referee. The ref turns around and makes the count.* Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey kicks out.* Tom: Damien Blood catches L. Rey off guard, but he couldn’t keep him down with the Hemophilia. Jeannie: L. Rey just proved that he’s no hemophiliac! *giggles* Tom: No. Jeannie: Hey! That was different from… Tom: Just no. Jeannie: Oh, you must be loving this. Tom: Yes, I am. *Damien picks up L. Rey and locks him back in the Thrombosis (inverted Gory special). The ref asks L. Rey if he wants to give up, but he say “No.” As all of that has been going on, Magnum has returned to choking TNT onto the second rope with his shin. TNT struggles to get out, but he soon fades. Then, Magnum exits the ring. He grabs TNT’s head and pulls the noseguard off of TNT’s head. Magnum then pulls up the ring apron and pulls out steel chair. The crowd perks up as Magnum yells at TNT. He pulls the chair back and is about to hit TNT with the chair, but suddenly, Nicole Michaels, in black shirt, jeans, and black shoes, comes out of nowhere and grabs the chair. The crowd boos loudly.* Jeannie: What’s Magnum gonna do with that chair!? Tom: He’s gonna hit TNT with it! Don’t do it! You’ll get disqualified! Don’t…what the hell!? Jeannie: Nicole Michaels! She stopped him! Tom: I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but thank God. *Magnum looks shocked. He tries to pull the chair away from her, but Nicole manages to hold onto it. They begin argue. In the ring, Damien still has L. Rey in the Thrombosis. He turns his head and sees Nicole outside arguing with Magnum. Damien suddenly lets go of the hold and drops L. Rey onto the mat. Then, Damien exits the ring. The ref looks confused until he turns and sees the scene on the outside. Then, he exits the ring as well. Damien kicks the chair out of Magnum and Nicole’s hands. Then, he gets into Nicole’s face and tells her to leave. She starts arguing with him. Suddenly, Damien bitchslaps her viciously, knocking her down to the floor. The crowd is shocked into silence. The ref rushes over to check on Nicole. Damien yells at her, but not for long as Magnum attacks Damien from behind. The silence is broken by thunderous cheers from the crowd.* Tom: Holy Vishnu! Damien just slapped Nicole Michaels, and Magnum is now beating the shit out of Damien Blood! Jeannie: Well, he deserves it! You don’t hit a woman, dammit! *Magnum unleashes a flurry of chops and punches onto Damien, backing him against the steel guardrail. Magnum hits him with a vicious chop that sends Damien over the guardrail and into the crowd. Magnum gets up onto the guardrail and jumps off, landing on Damien with a diving double axe handle. Damien falls to the ground but rolls back up to his feet. Magnum charges at him and attacks Damien. Damien starts fighting back, and they fight back to the backstage area.* Tom: Magnum and Damien are fighting in the crowd! Jeannie: Where are they going? There’s still a match going on! Tom: I doubt Magnum cares about the match right now, and Damien is just trying to survive. *The ref helps Nicole up and then tells her to exit the ringside area. She reluctantly does, and then the ref returns to the ring. In the ring, TNT and L. Rey slowly get up, unaware of what has transpired. TNT shakes his head. Suddenly, L. Rey charges at TNT, but TNT moves out of the way and L. Rey lands throat first onto the top turnbuckle. L. Rey staggers back holding his throat, and TNT grabs him from behind and hits him with an X-plex.* Tom: Haley’s Comet! L. Rey lands throat first onto the top turnbuckle, and then TNT hits him with the Nitro Suplex! Jeannie: Damn! We’ve gone from a tag match to singles match to a handicapped match back to a tag match and now back to a singles match. *TNT gets up and walks to the corner he was just in. He waits for L. Rey to get up, and he does. Then, TNT jumps off and hits L. Rey with a spinning European uppercut. Then, he goes for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey kicks out.* Tom: Explosion Uppercut to L. Rey isn’t enough to keep him down! Jeannie: After what we’ve seen him go through, it’s gonna take a lot to keep L. Rey down. *TNT gets up and picks up L. Rey. He places L. Rey onto the ropes and whips him across the ring. L. Rey hits the opposite ropes and bounces off of them. TNT charges at L. Rey, catches him in a flapjack lift, and hits him with a European uppercut as he comes down. L. Rey falls to the mat, and TNT covers him.* Ref: 1…2…*L. Rey kicks out. TNT slaps the mat in frustration.* Tom: L. Rey kicks out again, this time from the Nitro Uppercut. Jeannie: If I was TNT, then I would lock L. Rey in a submission hold, like a sleeper or whatever. Something that will knock him out. I think that’s the only way you’re gonna stop him. Tom: It would appear so. *TNT then grabs L. Rey and locks him into a triangle choke, almost as if he heard Jeannie. L. Rey struggles to get out of it, but TNT has the move locked on tight. After a few second, TNT hits L. Rey with an elbow to the head. Then, he hits L. Rey with another elbow. TNT goes for another one, but L. Rey grabs TNT’s arm with his free hand. Then, L. Rey suddenly flips over, pinning TNT’s shoulders to the mat. The ref goes for a three count.* Ref: 1…2…3! *The bell rings, the crowd pops loudly, and L. Rey’s music plays. TNT lets go of the hold and sits up. He looks shocked as hell!* Finkel: Here are your winner—L. REY AND JAMES “MAGNUM” CONSTANCE. Jeannie: I don’t believe it! Tom: What the funk!? Jeannie: They won! L. REY AND JAMES “MAGNUM” CONSTANCE WON!!!! *L. Rey gets up, and the ref raises his hand in victory. The crowd cheers for L. Rey and begins chanting his name. TNT gets up as the ref lets go of L. Rey’s hand. He gets into the ref’s face and begins arguing with him about the pin. But, the ref tells him that the match is over. Suddenly, Magnum punches the ref. He grabs the ref before he falls to the mat and throws him out of the ring. L. Rey sees this and attacks TNT with a flurry of punches. Then, L. Rey hits TNT with a hurricanrana. L. Rey moves onto the apron and waits for TNT to get up. He does, and L. Rey jumps onto the top rope and jumps off, going for La Espada De Damocles (Springboard forearm strike). TNT turns around, jumps up, and hits him L. Rey with a bicycle kick that knocks L. Rey down to the mat. The crowd’s cheers turn to boos.* Tom: What the hell! That sore loser Magnum attacks the referee and now stops L. Rey in his tracks! Jeannie: It’s obvious he disagreed with the outcome of this match. *TNT laughs, makes a gun with his hand, and pretends to shoot L. Rey. The crowd boos mercilessly. Then, he sees the chair on the outside. A devilish smile appears across TNT’s face. He exits the ring, grabs the chair, and reenters the ring. L. Rey starts stirring around and crawls across the ring. TNT slaps the chair on the mat as he waits for L. Rey to get up onto his feet. L. Rey grabs the ropes to pull himself up. Suddenly, TNT charges at L. Rey, looking to smash the chair over L. Rey’s head. However, L. Rey rolls out of the way just as TNT comes to hit him, and TNT ends up hitting the top rope sending the chair back up into TNT’s face. The crowd cheers as TNT drops the chair and grabs his nose; he bends over in pain.* Jeannie: Oh no! Not TNT’s nose! Tom: Yes! L. Rey moves out of the way, and TNT hits the chair on the top rope, sending back into his own face! Jeannie: How dare you applaud the continuation of TNT’s face mutilation!? Tom: Quite well. That’s how I dare. *L. Rey gets up. He sees TNT bend over his nose. The crowd’s cheers get louder as they know what’s coming. L. Rey runs to the ropes behind TNT, bounces off of them, charges at TNT, flips over TNT, and drops face first onto the steel chair with an Unprettier. The crowd cheers wildly as TNT writhes on the mat holding his nose. Then, he rolls out of the ring and runs to the backstage area.* Tom: ¡A Dios Mios! ¡El Angel De Muerte! Jeannie: Dammit! Will TNT ever look good again!? Will he have to wear that ugly nose guard for the rest of his life!? *L. Rey kips up and soaks in the applause. Then, he exits the ring. L. Rey notices TNT’s noseguard on the floor and picks it up. Then, L. Rey holds it up as he walks up the ramp and to backstage.* Tom: There is one half of your winners, with a trophy for good measure! Man, what a match we just saw! Jeannie: Hey! Where the hell are Magnum and Damien? *Cut to a promo for the next PPV.*
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Post by Jett Ripley on Mar 30, 2009 0:42:08 GMT -5
The WIGSphere is starting to calm down after the last match up, eagerly awaiting the next one it seems. As they sit in anticipation, the Colvintron suddenly lights up, as the familiar sound begins to pick up. The crowd immediately begins booing, as Evanescence's Bleed is heard throughout the WIGSphere. Soon, a pair of familiar figures emerge from the entrance way, the crowd booing loudly at the mere sight of them. Both Joshua and Earnest are clad in their usual jumpsuits. The blonde young man has his arms once again folded calmly behind his back, an eerily content smile upon his face. Standing at his side, a small bundle tucked under his massive arm is the tower Earnest, the same stone like expression across his own features. Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen... please welcome The Innocent! The two men start to make their way down the rampway, as the crowd continues to boo loudly, showering the duo with their displeasure for them. The two men however simply ignore their fury, quickly entering the ring before them. Joshua then makes his way over, calmly asking for and receiving the microphone from Finkel, who quickly exits the ring himself. Joshua continues to sport that same smile, as he begins to raise it to his lips. Earnest meanwhile joins his side, standing there silently, package held firmly in his grasp. Joshua: Seeing as how we are currently in the middle of a Pay Per View, I will not waste too much of your time. However, I have asked for this time tonight and graciously been granted it by the general Reynaldo Fernandez. Of course, I offer my gratitude for his gift, as do they. The crowd boos rather loudly, perhaps not too happy that someone willingly gave precious PPV time to this group. Joshua: You will also notice that Rosie is not here with us. Of course, this is because coming up shortly, she will be competing in battle against the likes of one Ykaterina Milasonova. Therefore, we wish not to distract her with this matter, which really does not truly concern her in the first place. We also wish both our ally Rosie, as well as her opponent, the best of luck in their upcoming battle. Earnest simply nods in agreement, eyes shutting softly as he brushes his pitch black hair from his eyes. Joshua: Now then... getting to the matter at hand. Tonight, we are out here to extend... a personal invitation to someone here on the roster that I've had my eye on ever since he arrived here in WIG. He is a very skilled and talented grappler as well as one of the nicest and most sincere human beings that has ever stepped between these ropes. It is by this reasoning that we wish to have him join our family... our culture... our religion. We also promise that if he accepts on our offer, we will see to it that he experiences great fortune in his imminent future. Joshua slowly extends a hand, now holding it out towards the entrance way across from him. Joshua: Aqil Ghassan... we ask that you meet with us tonight. We have chosen tonight since neither of us has any other plans. Therefore, it seems like a perfect opportunity for us to meet. So please, accept our invitation. We would be most grateful if you were to do so... Suddenly, Joshua is cut off, as indeed the sounds of The Rashed Majed's Mashkalni picks up on the Colvintron. The crowd gives him a nice loud pop, as the Arabian man steps out from the back, a less then happy look on his usually jovial face. He is clad in a white dress shirt, black dress pants, and brown loafers, his head robe as always worn upon his head. He slowly steps down to the ring, as Joshua smiles, offering a bit of light applause as he approaches the ring. Earnest nods and joins in, along with a few members of the crowd. However, most of them are just sitting on their hands. Aqil makes his up the apron and steps inside the ring, giving a quick look at Joshua as he enters. He simply steps right into the center of the ring, now looking at both of these men, arms folded slowly at his chest. Joshua: I thank you for accepting our invitation. As do they. Mr. Ghassan, as I said, I'll be quick and get right to the heart of the matter. We have asked you out here tonight... for a very simple reason. As you well know, ever since we arrived, the Innocent has been one of the most well respected and fierce of competitors here in WIG. Almost immediately, the crowd begins booing, obviously not in agreement with this statement. Joshua however continues speaking. Joshua: Our fellow ally, Rosie has been most impressive, not only claiming the title as the first WIG Women's Champion in history, but tonight... we are almost certain that she will obtain another landmark by becoming the UNDISPUTED Women's Champion here in WIG. The crowd boos once more, again in not quite in agreement with the latter statement. Joshua: I myself have been given a chance to compete for the WIG Heavyweight at one time. If things had not gone... a bit awry, then I most likely would hold that belt myself, rather than the current champion Coltrane. Although I take nothing away from his victory. After all, he has earned his title fair and square. I have also endured some of the most brutal battles here in WIG against the likes of one Hardcore Hensley, one in which I hold a victory. Yet again the crowd boos, as Aqil simply continues to gaze back at the blonde haired young man. Joshua: And even Earnest here... he is the largest man in all of WIG, making him quite an imposing presence. He has defeated many foes here in WIG, names such as Matt Morgan, Fannie Package, and Gigantor Maximus. All with absolute power and strength. Once again, the crowd boos. Joshua however seems as if he truly believes everything he is saying is true. Aqil simply continues to look doubtfully at the blonde haired young man. Joshua: As you can tell from these accomplishments, the Innocent is indeed a very skilled and successful group here in WIG. Anyone who is extended such an honor should truly feel blessed, as they have the opportunity to be apart of greatness. Aqil, I extend to you a golden key, to unlock this same glorious path that we have traveled upon since arriving here in WIG. All that you need in order to begin your journey down this road... is to accept our generous offer. After that, the sky is indeed the limit in regard to your future. With these words, Earnest suddenly steps forward, now taking that bundle from underneath his arms and holding it outwards, offering it to the Arabian man. Aqil looks down at it, giving a rather quizzical look, scratching under his chin a bit as he looks it over. He slowly reaches out and takes this bundle, then quickly opening it up in his arms. He then pulls out the contents, a yellow and white jumpsuit exactly like those Joshua and Earnest are clad in themselves. He examines it closely, then looking right back at the pair, before reaching out and taking the microphone himself. Aqil: ... You know, I have to say... Joshua was it, you truly seem to believe each and every lie that gets forced into your head, don't you? At first, I thought you were just a sick young man who always lied through his teeth to anyone and everyone about these intentions of his. But after listening you in person... you truly are demented enough to believe that everything you are doing is for the greater good. It's actually a very sad state of affairs, because if you weren't being manipulated by this... this Keeper of your's, then you probably could be one of the best wrestlers here in WIG. Joshua looks up, a rather curious look in his eyes, though continuing to hold that same smile across his face. Aqil: Sadly though... that's not the case. Because for whatever reason it might be, you continue to listen to this... this being who you barely even know. I've seen your so called Keeper before. He's nothing more than a mystery man who hides behind his group of brainwashed servants. He's nothing more than a man with a giant ego who relishes the fact that a trio of promising talents like you and your friends believe him to be some kind of god... a deity if you will. The fact that you continue to actually listen to what he has to say... well, I must be honest, I kind of feel sorry for you. I don't know what you were like before you became... Innocent, but let me tell you this right now for your own good. If the three of you don't stop listening to this man... you will never truly be happy. You'll never feel joy in your lives. You'll never to be to have the joy of actually competing of your own accord. Instead... you'll continue to put on this happy face, to mask how you truly feel about basically being treated like a bunch of lost puppies, led around by the Keeper on his leash. Joshua's continues to maintain his composure, simply listening on with that same vacant look on his smiling face. Earnest however seems to be forming a look of silent fury in his eyes. Aqil: That's why... I must politely decline on your invitation Joshua. because you see, I like having a free will of my own. I don't need someone making my decisions for me, someone to drain me of all personality, and leave me as nothing more than a hallow puppet, set out to do whatever my puppeteer asks of me. With that, Aqil simply drops that jumpsuit in his arms onto the mat. Earnest suddenly steps forward, face full of anger, as he yanks Aqil's microphone immediately out of his hand. Earnest: SILENCE! I will not let you just stand there and continue to try and demean our great master! You don't have a damn clue about what this being has done for us! You don't have any idea whatsoever how he has made all of our lives infinitely better! Because you see... unlike you, we have a purpose for battling in this squared circle! And it doesn't concern shiny title belts and getting to the pay window. No, we compete in order to purify each and every one of your wretched souls! We are trying to bring order and peace to WIG, to unite this promotion and do what is best for each and every person in that locker room back there. The rest of you are fighting for your own selfish desires... to gain accolades, to prove that you are the best, to win trophies, or like you... just to put on a show for these savages who enjoy watching men and women beat the living hell out of each other. YOU ARE THE REASON THAT THESE PEOPLE NEED US! Aqil's eyes grow wide, as he immediately steps over himself, calling for a microphone of his own, immediately being tossed one. He then looks right back at the towering Earnest. Aqil: So... you think by bloodying helpless people backstage before their actual matches, stalking and trying to put a man in the hospital, and even beating the hell out of that same man's friend who was just there to watch the show... these actions make you better than us?! You really are sick in the head. And you know what... I've wasted enough of my time out here that should be going to these matches here tonight! So why don't you tell your precious god that my answer is NO! The crowd cheers loudly, Earnest meanwhile looking on with a hatred rarely displayed by the man. Aqil immediately turns around and exits the ring, as Joshua looks up and notices his friend in such a mood. He immediately tries to calm him down, as the Arabian man meanwhile quickly makes his way to the backstage area once more. The massive man simply steps forward, now looking on with pure hatred out towards him, as Joshua simply stands there, arms folded behind his back still. We quickly cut to a video package for the still to come Juri vs Chick Aura Japanese Deathmatch.
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Post by Jett Ripley on Mar 30, 2009 0:49:57 GMT -5
Baudience��eeinkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the W*I*G Tag Team Championships. *The White Boys’ music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHsDa9_HSlAFinkel: Introducing first, the champions, coming down the aisle, at a combined weight of 450 pounds, from Mobile, Alabama— The W*I*G Tag Team Champions, THE WHITE BOYS. *The White Boys come out to the crowd’s incredibly loud boos. They are both wearing tights with a Confederate Flag design, black boots, and the W*I*G Tag Team Title belts around their waists. Justin is holding that Confederate guitar of his. They walk to the ring and enter it. Then, some pyro in the design of the Confederate Flag goes off.* Tom Bailey: Well, the White Boys have finally returned. And, their absence has somehow made the crowd hate them even more. Jeannie Lawless: You can’t really blame the fans for hating these guys. They’re the W*I*G Tag Team Champions, and it’s been nearly 4 months since they last defended those titles. Hell, I’m a little pissed off at the White Boys. Tom: Really!? How so!? Jeannie: They deprived me of their sexy Southern bodies and went vacationing to some tropical paradise to score with the native girls!!!! They could have been scoring with me!!!! Tom: Well, anyway, the White Boys have unusually come out first. I guess they want keep the challengers a surprise to the very last minute. Jeannie: I can’t wait to see who is going to take on those sexy Southern gentlemen. Tom: I thought you were pissed at them. Jeannie: I can easily forgive people. *Beastie Boys’ “Shake Your Rump” starts playing.* Finkel: And, the challengers, coming down the aisle, being escorted by Johnny Ryall, at a combined weight 454 pounds, from Brooklyn, New York City, New York—Egg Man and the High Plains Drifter, PAUL’S BOUTIQUE. *Paul’s Boutique come out to confused silence. Some people boo, as they expected a more established team to be challenging for the W*I*G Tag Team Titles. All three of them are basically jumping around and acting like idiots. Johnny Ryall is wearing a nice, clean gray suit with a white shirt and pink tie and black shoes and socks. Egg Man has on a leather coat, a black wrestling singlet with a white egg on the front and back and white Chinese characters all over, white wrist tape, and white boots with black Chinese characters on them. And, the High Plains Drifter has on a leather coat, a white T-shirt, blue jeans, and black boots. They keep on jumping around until they get to the ring. They all jump onto the apron and enter the ring. Then, they turn to face the Colvintron, swing their right arms in the air as if they each have a whip in their hands, and then “crack their whips,” which causes three loud pyro explosions to go off.* Tom: It looks like the White Boys will defend their titles against W*I*G’s newest team, Paul’s Boutique. Well, that is quite a surprise. Jeannie: You’re goddamn right it is! The White Boys have chosen to defend their titles against a team that hasn’t even wrestled in W*I*G! Of all the teams that are already competing in W*I*G, they choose the one that hasn’t even officially debuted! Tom: Well, technically, this would be Paul’s Boutique’s debut. Jeannie: Whatever! All I know is that this has definitely pissed off the teams in the back and the fans here and at home. And, that these Paul’s Boutique guys are quite cute. Tom: I doubt the White Boys care. Hell, they probably chose Paul’s Boutique just to piss everyone off. And, it’s nice to see that you’re unbiased as usual when it comes to looks. Jeannie: Thank you. *The White Boys take off their title belts and hand them to the referee. He holds them up to Paul’s Boutique and then to the crowd. The referee then hands the belts to Finkel, who then exits the ring. Jason yells at Finkel and gives him his guitar. Finkel then sits down at the time keeper’s table. Then, Johnny Ryall exits the ring as the Drifter takes off his coat and shirt and Egg Man takes off his coat. They had their clothing to Johnny, who places them on the floor near one of the steps. The bell rings, and the Drifter and Justin White move onto the apron. Jason and Egg Man circle each other and then tie up. Suddenly, Jason wraps around Egg Man and locks his arms around Egg Man’s waist. He tries to lift Egg Man up, but he manages to shift his weight and lands on his feet. Jason tries to lift Egg Man again, but he still manages to get his feet back onto the mat. Suddenly, Egg Man starts rubbing his butt around on Jason. Jason lets go and pushes him away. Egg Man turns around smiling; the audience laughs a little. Jason just points at him and yells, “Hey! I’m not that kinda guy!” They circle each other and tie up again. This time, Egg Man wraps around Jason and locks his arms around Egg Man’s waist. Jason tries to break the hold by slipping his arms underneath Egg Man’s arms. After a while, Jason starts overpowering Egg Man and manages to pull Egg Man’s arms apart. Suddenly, Egg Man thrusts his crotch into Jason’s butt. Jason jumps forward and runs to the ropes. The crowd laughs, but Jason looks pissed. He gets up into Egg Man’s face and yells, “I said that I’m…”, but Egg Man interrupts him by kissing him. The audience pops loudly. Jason pushes Egg Man off and starts spitting. Suddenly, Egg Man backs into the ropes, bounces off of them, charges at Jason, and hits him with a leg lariat that sends Jason reeling to the outside.* Tom: What the hell!? Jeannie: Egg Man just kissed Jason White! Tom: Well…um…these guys certainly seem unusual! Jeannie: That’s an understatement. And, I am quite jealous of Egg Man. Boy, Jason’s lips…they must… *The referee begins a 10 count as Jason gets up on the outside.* Ref: 1…*Jason starts spitting and whipping his lips.* 2…* Jason keeps spitting and whipping his lips.* 3…*Johnny Ryall moves over to Jason.* 4…*Johnny puts his arm around Jason’s shoulders, pulls out a handkerchief from his upper coat pocket, and hands it to Jason.* 5…*Jason takes it, thanks Johnny, and wipes his mouth with it.* 6…*Suddenly, Jason realizes who gave him the handkerchief and pushes Johnny off of him.* 7…*Johnny acts innocent, saying, “I was just helping” Jason yells back, “I don’t yourd yur help!” and starts spitting again.* 8…*Suddenly, Johnny grabs Jason from behind and throws him back into the ring.* *The referee moves onto the apron and warns Johnny not to do that again. Johnny just acts innocent. Suddenly, Jason gets up and starts yelling at Johnny; the referee pushes him back and tells Jason that he’ll handle it. Jason then starts yelling at Egg Man, who just blows him a kiss in retaliation. Then, Jason walks around the ring, looking ready to tie up with Egg Man again. Egg Man also moves in close, but suddenly, Jason reaches over and tags in Justin. Justin looks stunned and doesn’t enter the ring right away. Jason yells at Justin to get in, but Justin responds with “I don’t wanna get in wit that freak!” Suddenly, Jason grabs Justin and throws him into the ring with an armdrag; Justin manages to land on his feet. Jason moves onto the apron. Justin then runs over to tag in Jason, but Jason drops down from the apron. Justin yells at him, “TAG ME!”; but Jason yells, “NO!” Suddenly, Egg Man charges at Justin and hits him with a spinning heel kick into the corner. Justin falls down into the corner, but Egg Man picks him up and whips him across the ring into the other corner. Egg Man then charges at Justin and hits him with a handspring back elbow, causing him to fall down into a seated position.* Tom: Well, the unorthodox methods of Egg Man has kept the White Boys off guard so far. Jeannie: And, we haven’t even seen what that dirty High Plains Drifter can do. I can’t wait. Tom: Why? You said he was “dirty.” Jeannie: Yeah! The good “dirty.” Tom: Oh God! Now, I feel a little dirty. *Egg Man gets up and tags in the High Plains Drifter. He enters the ring, and they each grab Justin’s legs and fling him out of the corner; he lands on the mat with a hard thud. The Drifter grabs Justin’s legs as Egg Man moves to the ropes. The Drifter catapults Justin as Egg Man charges at them and hits Justin with a spinning heel kick. Egg Man gets up and exits the ring. The Drifter moves onto the apron, jumps onto the top rope, and lands on Justin with a springboard somersault leg drop. He goes for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Justin kicks out.* Tom: The High Plains Drifter goes for the early win, but it’s going to take a lot more than that to keep the White Boys down. Jeannie: Well, he can keep me down any day. Tom: It’s nice to see that you’re taking a shine to our newest members of the W*I*G roster. Jeannie: Thanks, but I’ve only been talking about the Drifter. Tom: Well, I figured that you would eventually make some sort of sexual comment on the other two. Jeannie: Yeah, I probably will. *Both men get up. Justin charges at the Drifter, but the Drifter ducks and picks Justin up onto his shoulders. However, Justin is able to get off of the Drifter’s shoulders before the Drifter can perform a move. Then, Justin goes for a full nelson, but the Drifter slips from his grasp before Justin can lock it on. Suddenly, the Drifter swings around and hits Justin with a discus elbow smash. Justin staggers back, and the Drifter runs to the ropes, bounces off of them, and charges at Justin. Suddenly, Justin hits the Drifter with a superkick. The Drifter spins around, and Justin grabs him from behind and hits the Drifter with an atomic drop; but the Drifter doesn’t go down. Then, Justin jumps onto the Drifter’s back and hits him with a lungblower.* Tom: Alabama Breaker Number 1 to the High Plains Drifter. Justin starting the show why he and his brother are the W*I*G Tag Team Champions. Jeannie: He sure is, but it’s gonna take a lot more for them to win this match. Paul’s Boutique has already proven this won’t be an easy win for the White Boys. *The Drifter holds his back in pain. Suddenly, Justin wraps his legs around the Drifter’s neck and locks him into a neck scissors. Justin has it locked on tight, but the Drifter tries to get out of the hold. After a few seconds, the Drifter manages to roll over, putting Justin into a sitting position; he still has the move locked on. Suddenly, the Drifter does a handstand to get himself out of the neck scissors. Justin pushes him down, but the Drifter jumps back up into the handstand. Justin pushes him down again, but the Drifter just jumps back up into the handstand again. Justin pushes him down again. However, the Drifter does that handstand again. Justin pushes the Drifter down again, using a little more force; but the Drifter manages to get out of the neck scissors. Suddenly, the Drifter dropkicks Justin. Both men get up. The Drifter grabs Justin from behind and hits him with a half nelson bulldog. The Drifter gets up and picks up Justin, but Justin surprises him with a standing dropkick. The Drifter falls back into the ropes. Justin runs to the opposite ropes, bounces off of them, and charges at the Drifter. Suddenly, Johnny Ryall throws a beer can into the ring. The Drifter catches it, opens it, pours most of the beer into his mouth, and spits it in Justin’s face as he comes charging at him. The audience cheers wildly as Justin staggers back, wiping beer from his face and walks over to neutral corner.* Tom: What the funk!? Jeannie: The Drifter just spit beer into Justin White’s face! Tom: Not exactly as effective as any Asian mist. Jeannie: Yeah, but it didn’t blind Justin—so, it’s not illegal. *The ref walks over to Johnny and warns him again to quit interfering in the match. But, Johnny argues, “I didn’t throw that beer! Someone in the audience did it!” Meanwhile, Jason asks for a towel from the timekeeper. He throws it at Jason, and then Jason walks over to his brother and hands him the towel. As Jason walks back to his corner, the Drifter pours the rest of the beer into his mouth, runs up to Jason, and spits the rest of it into Jason’s mouth. Jason falls off the apron, wipes the beer from his face, and charges into the ring. The referee turns around, sees Jason running into the ring, and stops him. Then, the ref and Jason start arguing, and the Drifter walks over to join the argument. As this goes on, Justin wipes the beer from his face. While he’s doing this, Johnny sneaks over to the corner where Justin is wiping the beer from his face. Then, he sneakily unties Justin’s boots a little ways and ties them together. Once he’s done, Johnny runs back to the corner Egg Man is standing at; they high five each other. Meanwhile, the referee finally gets Jason to return to his corner. Jason yells at Justin for the towel, and Justin throws it at. Jason catches the towel, wipes his face, and throws it down. The Drifter whistles at Justin and yells, “C’mon! Bring it, bitch!” Justin just smiles, runs at the Drifter, and then falls flat on his face. The Drifter, Egg Man, Johnny, the audience, and even the ref laughs at Justin.* Tom: *laughing* Oh my God! I don’t believe it! I can’t believe he fell for that! What an idiot! Jeannie: Shut up! That could have broken a nose or something else that would have made Justin White ugly! Tom: *laughing* Oh my God! I now officially like Paul’s Boutique! *Justin gets up off the mat and spins around into a sitting position. He soon sees that his shoelaces have been tied together. He goes to untie them, but the Drifter walks over to Justin, grabs his head into a two-handed vice grips, lifts Justin up, and drops him into a rear mat slam. He goes for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Justin throws the Drifter off of him.* *Justin kips up as the Drifter gets up. The Drifter charges at Justin, but Justin stops him with a back elbow strike. The Drifter swings around. Justin grabs him and swings him around, but the Drifter surprises Justin with a discus elbow smash that knocks Justin back into the ropes. The Drifter grabs Justin and tries to whip him across the ring, but Justin once again falls flat onto this face. The audience bust out in laughter again as the Drifter shakes his head and says “Whoops!”* Tom: Once again, Justin falls flat on his face. Jeannie: This can’t go on! Justin’s boots are tied together! The referee should allow Jason come in to take Justin’s place while he gets his boots untied! *The Drifter picks up Justin, puts him back against the ropes, and whips him out again. This time, Justin is able to jump forward and reverse the whip, sending the Drifter across the ring and into the opposite ropes. Justin jumps around to face the Drifter as he bounces off the opposite ropes and comes charging at Justin. Justin jumps up, going for a leap frog; but the Drifter stops. Justin lands on the mat and sees the Drifter standing in front of him. Justin yells, “No!”, and jumps up again. The Drifter just stares at him in confusion. Justin yells, “No!” again and jumps up again. The Drifter still looks confused. Then, Justin yells at him “No! I jump up,” and he jumps up, “And, you go under!”, pointing down. The Drifter yells “Oh!” and slaps his forehead. Then, the Drifter back into the ropes, bounces off of them, and charges at Justin. Justin jumps up, and the Drifter catches him to his shoulders and hits him with a rolling fireman’s carry slam.* Tom: Well, Justin tried to get the Drifter to cooperate with him, but it backfired on him with a rolling fireman’s carry slam. Jeannie: What was he thinking!? That’s your opponent, Justin! Why would he want to help you, moron!? He may not have brains, but he makes up for it in looks. *The Drifter jumps up, runs to his partner, and tags in Egg Man. Justin rolls over holding his stomach and starts crawling over to Jason for a tag as Egg Man climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Jason reaches out to tag Justin, but Egg Man jumps off and hits Justin in the back with a diving elbow drop. Egg Man gets up. Suddenly, Jason runs into the ring and charges at Egg Man for a clothesline; but Egg Man ducks. They both run to the ropes, bounce off of them, and come charging at each other; but Egg Man wins out by hitting Jason with a lariat takedown. As this goes on, Justin rolls out of the ring. He lands on the floor and unties his boots. Meanwhile, Egg Man gets up and picks up Jason. The Drifter reenters the ring, and he and Egg Man place Jason into the ropes. They whip him across the ring and go for a double dropkick, but Jason holds onto the ropes; and they both fall onto the mat. Jason then starts laughing and taps his finger to his temple, showing that he’s smarter than them. The Drifter gets up, and Jason charges at him and hits him with a Lou Thesz press followed by multiple punches. However, Egg Man gets up and hits Jason with a buzzsaw kick. Jason falls to the mat. Egg Man walks over to the Drifter. Suddenly, Johnny throws a beer into the ring. Egg Man catches it, opens it and pours it onto the Drifter. The Drifter kips up, grabs the beer, and drinks the rest of it. The Drifters moves onto the apron and climbs up to the top turnbuckle as Egg Man picks up Jason. Then, they hit him with a diving bulldog/flapjack combo.* Tom: Jason White learns the Sounds of Science thanks to Paul’s Boutique. Jeannie: And, he just outsmarted both of them! Boy, these Paul’s Boutique fellas are really taking it to the White Boys. *The Drifter and Egg Man pick up Jason and throw him out of the ring. Suddenly, Justin comes running into the ring, his boots now untied, and charges at them. However, Egg Man catches Justin, and they hit him with a flapjack/jumping DDT combo.* Tom: Hey Ladies! Jeannie: What!? Tom: Oh, I was just saying the name of the move Paul’s Boutique did to Justin White. Jeannie: Oh! Wait! We didn’t know who was going to be facing the White Boys until they came out, and Paul’s Boutique is new to W*I*G. Yet, you know the names of their moves!? How is that possible!? Tom: An intern handed it to me right after they were announced. Jeannie: Okay. *The Drifter and Egg Man get up and wait for Justin to get up. He does, and they hit him with a double superkick, followed by a double dropkick. They get up again and wait for Justin to get up again. He does, and they run to the ropes, bounce off of them, charge at Justin, and hit him with a double spinning heel kick to his face. Justin rolls to the outside. Suddenly, Johnny Ryall runs into the ring and yells, “DANCE BREAK!” Then, Steve Winwood’s “Higher Love” starts playing. www.youtube.com/watch?v=opx1CBsGKhE The lights go down, except for a spot light shining on the ring. A disco ball lowers down to the ring, and all three men start dancing. The referee just stares at them in confusion.* Tom: Sadrach to Justin White, and…what…the…funk!? Jeannie: Hey! I love this song! “Bring me a higher love! Bring me a higher love!” Tom: Why are they dancing!? Where did that disco ball come from!? Why are they playing a Steve Winwood song!? Shouldn’t they be playing a Beastie Boys song since they are clearly Beastie Boys fans!? Jeannie: Who cares!? This is awesome! And, they are great dancers! *All three members of Paul’s Boutique are now pretending to twirl a lasso over their heads. However, they don’t notice the White Boys sliding back into the ring. They charge at the two men who are wrestling in the match, and Justin hits Egg Man in the back of the head with a leg lariat while Jason hits the Drifter with a forearm smash to the back of the head. Both men go flying to ropes and through the ropes. Unfortunately for Johnny, his eyes are clothes, so he has no idea what has happened to his partners. Jason and Justin just stare at him and then mockingly dance with him. Just then, Johnny opens his eyes and turns to see the White Boys dancing with him. He looks into the hard camera and says “Oh shit!” Suddenly, the White Boys stop dancing and hit Johnny with the Total Elimination. The music stops, the lights come up, and the disco is lifted back up to the ceiling.* Tom: Pickin’ Cotton to Johnny Ryall has stopped Paul’s Boutique’s dance break! Jeannie: I hope they didn’t ruin that suit. It is such a fine outfit, and Johnny Ryall looks good in it. You know, I used to date a guy who wore suits all the time. Tom: *sarcastically* Really? Jeannie: Yes. His name was Barney Stinson. Tom: Okay. *long pause* Wait a minute…*long pause*…nah! *The White Boys pick up Johnny and throw him out of the ring. Just then, the Drifter reenters the ring and charges at the White Boys. The White Boys charge at him as well, but they win out when Jason clotheslines the Drifter while Justin spears him.* Tom: The High Plains Drifter tries to catch the White Boys off guard, but he ends up feeling the Folsom Prison Blues! Jeannie: You know, the Drifter looks like he shot a man in Reno just to watch him die. Tom: That was okay. Jeannie: Since you usually think all my jokes suck, thank you. *Suddenly, Egg Man runs into the ring and charges at the White Boys; but they catch him with a double hip toss. Egg Man gets up, but Jason hits him with an uppercut. Egg Man spins around, and Justin charges at Egg Man and hits him with a leg lariat. Egg Man spins around again, and Jason catches with a jawbreaker. Egg Man jumps up and spins around, and Jason hits him with a jumping big boot. Egg Man spins around, and Jason catches him and hits him with a reverse STO.* Tom: The Confederate’s Revenge cracks Egg Man like an egg! Jeannie: Now, the White Boys are showing why they are the W*I*G Tag Team Champions. *Suddenly, Johnny runs into the ring. However, the referee stops him. Jason walks over to Johnny and starts taunting him. Meanwhile, Justin picks up the Drifter and hits him with a standing dropkick that sends the Drifter back into the ropes; and he falls to the outside. Then, Justin picks up Egg Man and throws him into the ropes; Egg Man flips over and his head gets caught in the middle and top ropes. The crowd boos as Justin walks over and starts punching Egg Man in the head.* Tom: Son Of A Well Digger! Egg Man is trapped in the ropes, and Justin White is taking advantage! Jeannie: Looks like they really are trying to crack Egg Man like an egg. *Johnny keeps trying to get at Jason, but the ref is still able to hold him back. As this goes on, Justin continues to pummel on Egg Man’s head. Suddenly, Jason punches Johnny in the head that sends him reeling into a corner, grabs the ref, and spins him around into a corner. Johnny then charges at Jason, but Jason grabs him and whips him toward Justin and Egg Man. Justin moves out of the way, and Johnny collides into Egg Man. This knocks him out the ropes and onto the floor. Then, the White Boys grab Johnny and throw him out of the ring. On the outside, Egg Man gets up, holding his head. Suddenly, Justin runs to the ropes, jumps up onto the top rope, and lands on Egg Man with a shooting star plancha.* Tom: Good God, Y’all! Justin White flies out of the ring and lands onto Egg Man. Jeannie: I hope all the king’s horses and all the king’s men can put Egg Man back together again. Tom: Eh! Jeannie: “Eh!”? Tom: I wouldn’t have gone with the obvious Humpty Dumpty reference. *Justin picks up Egg Man and throws him into the ring. Jason moves onto the apron. Then, Justin enters the ring and tags in Jason. Jason enters the ring as Justin grabs Egg Man’s legs and picks him up. Then, Jason kicks Egg Man in the stomach; and they hit him with a Stone Cold stunner/wheelbarrow facebuster combo. Justin exits the ring as Jason goes for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Egg Man gets a shoulder up.* Tom: The White Boys continue their punishment on Egg Man with the Yankee Killer. Jason goes for a pin, but Egg Man manages to get a shoulder up. Jeannie: Now, the White Boys have control of the pace of the match. They’re probably gonna slow it down and just beat the yoke out of Egg Man. Tom: How many egg puns are you gonna make? Jeannie: I don’t know, but that was certainly wasn’t the last. *Suddenly, Johnny Ryall runs back into the ring. The ref stops him and threatens to throw him from ringside. As they argue, Justin picks up that towel from earlier and throws it to Jason. Jason wraps the towel around Egg Man’s neck and chokes him with it. The crowd boos as Johnny tries to tell him about what Jason is doing.* Tom: Oh, c’mon! Jason is using Johnny Ryall’s argument with the ref to choke Egg Man with that towel! Jeannie: Well, if Johnny could control his anger and hadn’t run into the ring to attack Jason, this wouldn’t have happened. Tom: But, the White Boys attacked him! Jeannie: Yeah, because he got involved in the match by tying Justin’s boots together and having a dance break! Tom: You liked that dance break! Jeannie: Yeah, but it was good reason for the White Boys to hit him with the Pickin’ Cotton! Tom: He’s trying to help his team win the W*I*G Tag Team Titles! Jeannie: Yeah, by breaking the rules! Tom: But, the White Boys are breaking the rules right now! Jeannie: Because Paul’s Boutique broke the rules first! Turnabout’s fair play, Tom! *Jason keeps on choking Egg Man. Suddenly, the Drifter runs into the ring and hits Jason in the back with a running jumping knee drop, which causes him to let go of the towel and sends him flying into the ropes. The Drifter checks on Egg Man, and Johnny finally calms down and exits the ring. The ref turns his attention to the Drifter and tells him to leave the ring. The Drifter reluctantly returns to his corner. Then, Egg Man begins crawling to the Drifter looking for a tag. However, Justin slaps Jason to wake him up and tells him to stop Egg Man. Jason gets up, runs over to Egg Man, and hits him in the back of the head with a pointed elbow drop. Then, Jason gets up and dances around to taunt the Drifter. The Drifter tries to enter the ring, but the ref stops him. Egg Man rolls over onto his back as Jason walks over to a neutral corner and climbs up onto the second turnbuckle and sits on the top turnbuckle. He dares the Drifter to enter the ring and then stands up and starts dancing again. The crowd boos Jason, but he just flips them the bird. Then, Jason jumps off and hits Egg Man with an axe handle elbow drop. Jason then picks up Egg Man, drops him onto the top rope throat first with a flapjack, and rolls him up for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Egg Man kicks out.* Tom: Jason works over Egg Man’s throat, hitting him with the 2nd Amendment; but it can’t keep Egg Man down. Jeannie: Smart move. Work over the throat, knock the guy out, and win the match. A good way to retain the Tag Team Titles. *Jason gets up and stomps on Egg Man’s throat a few times. Then, he grabs Egg Man’s left arm, puts his right foot on Egg Man’s neck, and chokes Egg Man. The referee goes for a 5 count.* Ref: 1…2…3…4…*Jason lets go of Egg Man’s arm and removes his foot from Egg Man’s throat.* *Egg Man rolls over onto his hands and knees. He holds his throat with his left hand. Jason grabs Egg Man’s left arm, lifts it up, and kicks Egg Man in the throat a few times. Then, he picks Egg Man up and hits him with a European uppercut followed by a neckbreaker.* Tom: Alabama Uppercut Number 1 to Egg Man. Jason is really working over that throat. Jeannie: It could be just a matter of time before this one is over. *Jason picks up Egg Man and hits him with several European uppercuts, which send Egg Man reeling back into the ropes. Then, Jason whips Egg Man across the ring. As Egg Man hits the opposite ropes and bounces off of them, Jason charges at him. Then, Jason catches Egg Man, lifts him up with a flapjack lift, and hits Egg Man with a European uppercut as he comes down. Jason then goes for pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Egg Man gets a shoulder up.* Tom: And, there is Alabama Uppercut Number 2. But, it doesn’t get the win for the White Boys. Jeannie: But, they’re close. I can feel it, down in the pit of my… Tom: Jeannie! Jeannie: I was gonna say stomach! God! Tom: Sorry. Jeannie: But, I do have a feeling down in the pit of my… Tom: Goddammit, Jeannie! *Jason gets up. He stomps on Egg Man’s throat a few times. Then, he picks up Egg Man and locks him into a cobra clutch. Egg Man tries to fight out of it, but Jason has the move locked on tight. Then, he sthead buttingtting Egg Man in the back of the head a few times. Egg Man starts to fade. However, he is able to move to the ropes. Egg Man tries to reach out for the ropes, but he’s still too far away. The Drifter and Johnny cheer him on, but Egg Man fades fast. He falls to one knee, and the ref goes to see if he’s out.* Ref: *raises Egg Man’s arm and lets it drop* 1… *raises Egg Man’s arm again and lets it drop* 2… *raises Egg Man’s arm again, but this time it doesn’t drop* NO! *The crowd cheers, the Drifter and Johnny high five each other, and Jason looks shocked.* Tom: Sweet Chen In The Den! Egg Man somehow staves off a submission victory for the White Boys! Jeannie: Not only that but the fans have warmed up to Paul’s Boutique! Tom: Well, they have shown they are quite the impressive team! Jeannie: Or, these fans really like Steve Winwood. *Egg Man starts shaking his fist. Then, he moves up off of his knee. Suddenly, Egg Man swings his free elbow into the side of Jason’s head. Jason shakes his head, and his grip loosens a little. Egg Man swings his elbow into Jason’s head again. Jason’s grip loosens some more. Egg Man hits Jason with his elbow once again. Then, he tries to slip out of the cobra clutch, but Jason suddenly knees him in the stomach. Then, Jason headbutts Egg Man in the back of his head a few times. Suddenly, Egg Man jumps up, puts his feet onto the top rope, and pushes off, sending himself and Jason to mat. Egg Man lands on top of Jason and rolls over out of the hold. The crowd pops. Then, Egg Man crawls over to the Drifter. Just as he’s about to reach out and tag the Drifter, Jason jumps up and lands on Egg Man with an elbow drop to the back of the head. The crowd boos. Then, Jason locks Egg Man into a front head locks, pulls him away from his corner, and suplexes him close to the White Boys’ corner. Jason gets up and tags in Justin. Justin moves to the center of the apron as Jason picks up Egg Man. Then, Justin jumps onto the top rope and jumps off, and they hit Egg Man with a springboard spike double underhook piledriver.* Tom: Egg Man is going for a tag! Dammit! Jason White stops! Now, the suplex, the tag to Justin, and the Spike Alabama Driller to Egg Man. Jeannie: Boy, those White Boys. They have a way of disappointing people. *Jason gets up and moves onto the apron. Justin gets up and stomps on Egg Man’s throat. Then, he picks up Egg Man and hits him with a vicious knife-edge chop that echoes throughout the arena. It’s so loud that it almost drowns out the audience’s “Woo!” The shot swings Egg Man around, and he falls onto the top rope. Justin grabs Egg Man’s legs and kicks him in the midsection. Then, he lets go of Egg Man’s legs, moves over to his head, and pushes down on it, choking Egg Man on the top rope. The ref goes for a 5 count.* Ref: 1…2…3…4…*Justin lets go of the hold.* *Then, Justin gets into the ref’s face and starts telling him that he has until 5 to let go. He keeps on arguing with the ref, allowing Jason to walk over and pull Egg Man’s throat down onto the top rope.* Tom: Dammit! Justin is distracting the referee so Jason can choke Egg Man onto the top rope! Jeannie: Again, the White Boys are showing why they are the W*I*G Tag Team Champions. Tom: Yeah, by cheating. Jeannie: It ain’t cheating if you don’t get caught. *Justin keeps arguing with the ref as Jason chokes Egg Man on the rope. Suddenly, Johnny runs over and slaps Jason’s butt. Jason turns around, but he doesn’t stop choking Egg Man. Johnny tries to slap Jason again, but Jason swings his foot at Johnny. Justin keeps arguing with the ref, but the ref sees the scene on the apron. He pushes Justin out of the way, walks over to Jason, and yells out him. Jason stops choking Egg Man and swears his innocence. The ref just warns him against doing that again. Johnny just waves at Jason and walks away. Jason flips him the bird. Meanwhile, Justin grabs the top rope and pulls it toward him, sending Egg Man flying onto the mat. Egg Man gets up though, holding his throat and coughing a little. Justin walks over to Egg Man gives him a few more chops to the chest. Then, he hits Egg Man with several throat thrusts. Then, Justin runs to the ropes behind Egg Man, bounces off of them, runs toward Egg Man, and hits him with a leg lariat to the back of his head. Then, he rolls Egg Man over and covers him for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Egg Man gets a shoulder up.* Tom: The Ode To Bear Bryant takes Egg Man down but for a three count. Jeannie: Bear Bryant, eh? *long pause* I got nothing. *Justin gets up and stomps on Egg Man a few times. Then, he picks up Egg Man and hits him with a leg hook brain buster. He goes for another pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Egg Man gets a shoulder up. Justin yells, “Dammit!” in frustration.* Tom: The Birmingham Buster to Egg Man isn’t enough to bust Egg Man’s shell. Jeannie: Looks like I’m not the only one making egg cracks about Egg Man. Tom: Well, it’s kind of hard not to. Jeannie: I haven’t done it in a while. I’m one tough egg. *pause* Ah, dammit. *Justin gets up and stomps on Egg Man a few more times. Then, he picks up Egg Man and hits him with a saito suplex. Justin goes for the cover again.* Ref: 1…2…*Egg Man gets a shoulder up. Justin slaps the mat in frustration.* Tom: Once again, Egg Man gets a shoulder up, this time from Auburn Sucks. Jeannie: Uh-oh. It’s not looking good for the White Boys now. Justin is getting frustrated, and he’s stopped working over Egg Man’s neck, giving him a chance to breathe. This isn’t good. *Justin gets up and furiously stomps on Egg Man. Then, after several stomps, he picks up Egg Man and hits him with a swinging reverse DDT. He goes for another pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Egg Man gets a shoulder up. Justin slaps the mat several times in frustration. Then, he gets up and starts arguing with the referee.* Tom: Again, Egg Man gets a shoulder up, this time from Around Montgomery. And, Justin looks pissed. Jeannie: He’s letting his anger get the better of him. Justin should be on top of Egg Man and not arguing with the ref. *Justin gets up and furiously stomps Egg Man several more times. Then, he drops down to the mat, wraps his arms around Egg Man’s neck, and starts choking him. The ref drops down and begins a 5 count.* Ref: 1…2…3…4…*Justin lets go of Egg Man’s neck.* *Justin and the referee get up. The ref starts yelling at Justin, but Justin just flips him the bird. Then, he moves onto the apron and waits for Egg Man to get up. After several seconds, Egg Man does. Then, Justin jumps onto the top rope and jumps off, going for a springboard diving clothesline. Suddenly, Egg Man jumps up, spins around, and hits Justin with a spinning heel kick. The audience lets out a pop as both men lay down on the mat.* Tom: Good Golly Miss Molly! Justin White goes for Air Alabama, but Egg Man stops him with a spinning heel kick! Jeannie: Big mistake from Justin! He gave Egg Man some time to breathe, and it cost him. The only thing that could save Justin now is if he tags Jason before Egg Man gets to the Drifter. *Egg Man and Justin soon start crawling to their partner. The crowd cheers Egg Man on, but it isn’t enough to help him as Justin tags Jason first. Jason runs into the ring and grabs Egg Man’s legs. The crowd boos. Jason picks up Egg Man, still holding onto his leg. Suddenly, Egg Man surprises Jason with an enziguiri. Jason falls to his knees. Egg Man gets up and hits Jason in the head with a buzzsaw kick, sending him to the mat. Then, Egg Man turns around and tags in the Drifter. The crowd cheers. The Drifter charges into the ring as Jason gets up. The Drifter grabs him from behind and hits him with a Russian leg sweep. The Drifter gets up, and suddenly, Justin gets up and charges at him. However, the Drifter catches him and hits him with a high-angle side slam. Then, the Drifter picks up Justin and hits him with a suplex slam twisted and dropped into a facebreaker knee smash.* Tom: In A Hand Or A Face to Justin White! The High Plains Drifter enters this match in spectacular fashion! Jeannie: Good lord! Are we going to see an upset!? Tom: Hey! Anything can happen. *The Drifter gets up. Suddenly, Jason White comes up from behind and grabs the Drifter. However, the Drifter stops him with a discus elbow smash. Jason staggers back, and the Drifter grabs him and hits him with a standing sitout shiranui. He goes for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Justin breaks of the pin with a boot to the Drifter’s face.* Tom: Sabotage to Jason White, but Justin sabotages the Drifter’s pin. Jeannie: “Sabotages the Drifter’s pin”!? Ugh! Tom: What!? I thought it was good. Jeannie: That should have been your first clue that hit was bad. *Justin picks up the Drifter, places him into the ropes, and whips him across the ring. Justin charges after him, but the Drifter grabs the top rope, slingshots over it, lands on the apron, and hits Justin with an elbow smash as he runs toward him. Justin staggers back, and the Drifter jumps up onto the top rope and jumps off, hitting Justin with a springboard somersault hurricanrana.* Tom: Justin tries to stop the Drifter’s momentum, but the Drifter gets it together with Get It Together! Jeannie: Good lord! That was worse the sabotage comment. Tom: Why must you be so critical of me? Jeannie: Why must you be so critical of me!? *The Drifter gets up. Suddenly, Jason charges at the Drifter. However, the Drifter catches him with a drop toe hold, sending Jason landing throat first onto the second rope. Then, he notices Justin crawling on all fours. The Drifter kips up, runs to the opposite ropes, bounces off of them, runs to Justin, jumps onto his back, springboards off of Justin to the outside, and hits Jason with a neck snap onto the second rope. The audience cheers this as Johnny runs over to the Drifter and gives him a high five.* Tom: Holy Guacamole! Flute Loop to Jason White! I am really impressed by Paul’s Boutique! Jeannie: Me too! Hell, I wouldn’t be shocked if they did somehow walk out of here with the W*I*G Tag Team Titles! Good God! I can’t believe I just said that! *The Drifter reenters the ring. He grabs Jason, but suddenly Justin jumps up and hits the Drifter with a leg lariat, sending him back into a neutral corner. Justin goes toward the Drifter, but suddenly, Egg Man comes out of nowhere from the top rope and hits Justin with a springboard leap into a diving DDT.* Tom: Jiminy Christmas On Crutch! Egg Man comes out of nowhere and saves him partner by hitting Justin White with Lighten Up! Jeannie: I’m glad you didn’t go for the obvious “He lighten Justin up!” comment. Tom: I’m so glad that you’re glad. Jeannie: You should also be glad for the audience. *Egg Man gets up and slaps the Drifter to get his bearing back. The Drifter shakes his head. Then, Egg Man walks back to Justin and picks him up onto his shoulders as the Drifter climbs up to the top turnbuckle. The Drifter jumps off, and they hit him with a flying neckbreaker/electric chair combo.* Tom: Paul’s Boutique takes out Justin White with the Car Thief! Jeannie: Car Thief, eh? *pause* Again, nothing. *Egg Man and the Drifter get up. Suddenly, Jason gets up and charges at Egg Man; but Egg Man catches him with a hip toss. Then, Egg Man does a cartwheel and then dropkicks Jason in the face. Jason falls to the mat, and the Drifter climbs up onto the top turnbuckle, jumps off, and lands on Jason with a corkscrew 450º splash. The Drifter goes for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Jason kicks out.* Tom: Gratitude from Egg Man and the Sure Shot from the Drifter aren’t enough to keep Jason White down! Jeannie: He is a very tough man. *The Drifter gets up and picks up Jason as Egg Man moves onto the apron. The Drifter picks up Jason in a suplex, Egg Man jumps onto the top rope, and they hit him with a springboard dropkick/suplex combo. The Drifter then goes for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Suddenly, out of nowhere, Justin comes crashing down onto the Drifter with a diving leg drop, breaking the pin.* Tom: Winner! Winner! 5-Piece Chicken Dinner! And, it gets…what the hell! Justin White comes out of nowhere with that diving leg drop! Jeannie: Damn! I didn’t even see him climb up the turnbuckles! By the way, that “Winner! Winner! 5-Piece Chicken Dinner!” line was pretty good. Tom: Thank you. *Egg Man attacks Justin as he gets up. He picks up Justin, but Justin surprises him with a Stone Cold stunner. Egg Man bounces up and staggers back into the ropes. He bounces off the ropes as Justin gets up; and Justin hits him with a standing dropkick. Egg Man falls through the ropes. Johnny walks over and picks up Egg Man. Suddenly, Justin runs to the opposite ropes, bounces off of them, runs across the ring, jumps over the top rope, and lands on Egg Man and Johnny with a shooting star plancha. Then, Justin starts punching on both men.* Tom: Justin White takes out both Egg Man and Johnny Ryall. Jeannie: I guess he wants to make Johnny doesn’t interfere in this match again. Tom: Well, he hasn’t for a while. Jeannie: True, but the precedent is still there. *Back in the ring, the Drifter and Jason get up. Both men start punching each other. Suddenly, Jason kicks the Drifter in the stomach and goes for a stunner, but the Drifter pushes him away into the ropes. Jason turns around and charges at the Drifter, but the Drifter catches him onto his shoulders. However, before the Drifter can do anything, Jason slips off his shoulder. He grabs the Drifter from behind, but the Drifter hits him with another discus elbow smash. Jason reels back into the corner. The Drifter runs to the opposite corner, turns around, and charges at Jason, but Jason gets his feet up. The Drifter can’t stop and hits Jason’s feet. The Drifter spins around. Jason jumps onto the second ropes, grabs the Drifter, and hits him with an inverted tornado DDT. Then, Jason grabs the Drifter’s legs and goes for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Suddenly, Jason grabs the second rope for leverage.*…3! *The bell rings, the crowd boos, Jason lets go of the Drifter, the Drifter looks shocked, and the White Boys’ music plays.* Finkel: Here are your winners, and STILL W*I*G Tag Team Champions—THE WHITE BOYS. Tom: Dammit! Thanks to the Alabama Twister and Jason’s hand on the second rope, the White Boys have won the match! Jeannie: And, that is why they are still W*I*G Tag Team Champions! Tom: Though, you have to give Paul’s Boutique props for an excellent debut. Jeannie: Oh yeah! If they keep doing what they did here, then they can easily be the champs in no time. *Jason exits the ring as the Drifter argues with the ref. Justin leaves Egg Man and Johnny on the floor, runs over to his brother, and jumps into his arms. They hug each other and then grab their W*I*G Tag Team belts from the timekeeper. Then, the White Boys walk back up the ramp as the crowd boos.* Jeannie: There goes our sexy W*I*G Tag Team Champions. They certainly seem happy. Tom: Well, I just hope it isn’t another four months before they defend those titles again. *Back in the ring, the Drifter keeps arguing with the ref, but he tells the Drifter that there’s nothing he can do. The ref exits the ring as Egg Man and Johnny enter the ring. They just stare at each other. Then, the audience applauds Paul’s Boutique for their effort. All three men smile at each other. Then, their music starts playing. The lights go out, the spotlights shine onto the ring, the disco ball lowers down, and they all start dancing.* Jeannie: What the hell!? They lost! Why are they dancing!? Tom: Those are three very optimistic men. And, it’s nice to see that the audience appreciates their effort. *Cut to a promo from W*I*G’s PPV.*
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Post by Jett Ripley on Mar 31, 2009 14:24:22 GMT -5
Tom: Up next we have what’s sure to be a great match. Sky Monix, recently returned from training in Japan, issued an open challenge to the W*I*G roster, and his challenge was accepted by none other than Chaz Stone-- Jeannie: *squeals with delight* Tom: --on behalf of his protégé, Lana de la Croix. Jeannie: Damn. It. Tom: Come now, Jeannie—aren’t you even a little curious to see what Lana can do in the ring? Jeannie: She doesn’t have a Y chromosome, so no. Tom: *shakes his head with a ‘why me?’ look on his face* Anyway, I’M excited about the in-ring debut of a new W*I*G wrestler. Jeannie: You would be. Tom: What is that supposed-- *Tom is interrupted as "Superstar" by Lupe Fiasco starts playing over the speakers in the W*I*G Sphere. Sky Monix appears at the top of the ramp and is greeted by boos from the fans. This doesn’t seem to faze the former basketballer as he struts down the ramp toward the ring, barely acknowledging that he even realizes the spectators are there, much less that they dislike him. Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall. Making his way to the ring, from Santa Barbara, California! He weighs in tonight at 230 pounds—SKY MONNNNNNNIX! *This draws a fresh chorus of boos from the audience, which Monix ignores as he climbs into the ring and takes the mic from the Fink.* Monix: That’s right, I’m back. Unfortunately, my manager, Duncan Dunn, couldn't be here this evening. But anyway, I’m disappointed. I issued my open challenge hoping to get a match with some of the best that W*I*G has to offer; what do I get instead? I have to carry some little girl no one’s ever heard of through her first match. Well, I’m not getting paid by the hour, so get down here. *The crowd boos this newest display of ego as Monix thrusts the mic back at Finkel’s chest and leans against the ropes to wait for his opponent.* Tom: That’s hardly the attitude Sky Monix should be displaying here. Jeannie: Pfft, he’s right. Who wants to watch Lana when there are so many good-looking men in the W*I*G locker room? Tom: Seek help, Jeannie. *The house lights dim as Tom Jones’ “Witch Queen of New Orleans” comes over the speakers. Blue and gold lights flood the arena and the curtain is thrown back by none other than Chaz Stone. The crowd goes wild for him, but instead of heading down to the ring, he holds the curtain back for the diminutive Lana de la Croix. Lana steps out shyly, dressed in a sleeveless, blue-and-white one piece vinyl singlet, looking a bit overwhelmed by it all--after all, this is her first time heading down to the ring as a wrestler instead of as a manager. Chaz grins encouragingly at her and gestures toward the ring, mouthing “ladies first” over the sound of the crowd and of Lana’s music.* Finkel: And his opponent, making her way to the ring. From Bayou L’Ourse, Louisiana, weighing in at 108 pounds--Lana de la Croiiiiiix! *Lana checks her wrist tape and readjusts her elbow pads in the manner of a nervous habit, then nods to herself and starts down toward the ring. She seems rather surprised that so many of the fans are behind her, but she recovers herself quickly and waves to the crowd, smiling shyly. Once the pair reach the ring, Chaz steps up onto the apron and holds the ropes open for Lana, giving the young woman a winning grin.* Jeannie: *squeals* Look, Chaz smiled at me! Tom: Jeannie, he was smiling at Lana. He’s not even looking at you, Jeannie: You mind your own business. Tom: *gives a long suffering sigh* ANYway, this match is about to begin. Lana may be at somewhat of a disadvantage here tonight--she’s giving up not only experience, but about 120 pounds to her opponent, Sky Monix. Jeannie: That sounds like a personal problem on her part. *waves to Chaz, who doesn’t appear to notice* *Taking a good look at the tall man who stands across the ring from her, Lana looks down at Chaz with a somewhat worried expression on her face, and Chaz nods reassuringly. The bell rings and Lana is nearly creamed as Monix lunges at her.* Tom: There’s the ring savvy of Monix, who’s used to going when the bell sounds, taking advantage of Lana’s momentary distraction. Jeannie: Well, what do you expect? It’s a wrestling match, not a tea party. He’s not going to take it easy on her just because she’s new. *It would seem not, as Monix is going to town on his inexperienced opponent, hitting her across the sternum with stiff chops that would do Ric Flair proud. Lana winces with each blow as Monix drives her closer and closer to the turnbuckle. When she finds herself trapped in the corner, Lana has the presence of mind to slip down and duck between the ropes, effectively escaping Monix for the time being. Chaz, meanwhile, has made his way to the commentary table and helped himself to both a seat and a spare headset, settling in next to Tom.* Tom: And we’ve been joined by none other than Chaz Stone. Welcome, Chaz. Chaz: Thank ye, Tom. Aye figgered Aye’d have a seat an’ watch th’ lass work from ‘ere. Jeannie: *fluttering her eyelashes* I can’t say I mind. Tom: I’m sure. Now Chaz, you’ve trained Lana since she came to W*I*G. What do you think her strategy is going to be? Chaz: Well, she knows tha’ she cannae do much wit’ her upper body, so Aye’m sure she’ll be takin’ a lot o’ risks in this match. ’Er style’s really similar ta Sky Monix, which is why Aye se’ up th’ match for ‘er in th’ firs’ place. *Meanwhile in the ring, Lana’s recovered herself enough to hit a standing moonsault on Monix. Her weight isn’t enough to knock him down, but she staggers him long enough to enable her to chop block him in the knee. Monix falls to the ground in obvious pain, clutching at his knee and cursing.* Tom: Excellent strategy by Lana there. She’s not only going after the legs, which is what most of Monix’ defense is based upon, but that’s the same knee that caused him to have to retire from the world of basketball. Jeannie: That was a dirty trick. Tom: You didn’t have any problem with him blindsiding her at the beginning of the match. Jeannie: That was different. Tom: *doesn’t bother arguing the point* And Lana’s now got that knee locked into a submission hold! Chaz: Thatta girl. She’s really clever, y’know. Tom: Where’d she learn that hold? Neither you nor Fannie Package are particularly well-known for your submission ability. Chaz: Fecked if Aye know, but it’s workin’, an’ tha’s wha counts ‘ere. *Monix is in a world of hurt, it seems. Lana has his knee pulled back in a half Boston crab, wrenching back as hard as she can muster, and bending so far back that the crown of her head is nearly touching the mat behind her. Monix can’t wrench out of the hold due to the sheer amount of torque Lana is applying, but he finds his way to the ropes, dragging the small woman with him rather easily. The referee begins the five-count and Lana is quick to obey, although she seems disappointed with losing her advantage so quickly. Monix slowly gets to his feet again, obviously favoring his now-weakened knee. Lana, perhaps unwisely, keeps back, allowing Monix to steady himself. She soon regrets this decision, however, as Monix shows none of the same courtesy to her, quickly reasserting himself with a stiff uppercut which knocks her back against the ropes and almost sends her down to the floor.* Tom: Ow, that’s not something we generally see from Sky Monix. Jeannie: No, but he realizes that he has her easily outclassed with regard to upper body strength, so he can do things he wouldn’t normally. Chaz: Aye, but she’s stronger than she looks. It’ll take more’n a li’l rough ‘andlin’ for ‘im to get th’ win o’er ‘er. Tom: Lana back to her feet and now she and Monix are measuring each other up. Jeannie: So far we haven’t seen either go for a finisher, but I have a feeling that Sky Monix is going to get the advantage before very long. Lana’s not bad, I guess, for a woman, but the size and experience advantages are going to be too much for her. Chaz: Aye dunno, Jeannie…th’ lass can surprise ye at times. *Lana swings a kick at Monix’ leg, aiming for his bad knee. He jumps back in the nick of time and she misses, but follows through and aims a back kick at the same knee. She connects this time and Monix winces in pain, falling down on his good knee and grabbing at the injured one. This gives Lana the opportunity she needs and she runs past the kneeling Monix to rebound off the ropes and hits him with a shining rana. This knocks him back onto the mat, hitting his head. Lana is quick to take advantage of this and pins Monix.* 1! 2! *Before the 3, Monix’ arm shoots up, getting his shoulder off the mat. Lana quickly switches tactics, maneuvering Monix into a necklock--perhaps ill-advisedly. Monix pulls himself to his feet, bringing Lana up with him, her feet dangling several inches above the floor. Monix, however, is unstable on his weakened knee and Lana manages to transfer into a victory roll, pinning him again.* 1! 2! *Again, Monix powers out of the pin before the 3, this time kicking Lana directly in the stomach with his good leg. There’s enough force in the kick to send Lana back into the corner, and before she can recover herself, Monix is there and delivers a spinning heel kick to her, sending her slumping against the ropes, the turnbuckle holding her up. Monix quickly follows this up with a series of knife-edged chops, sending the crowd into a chorus of boos.* Jeannie: Those two pins seem to have taken a lot of Lana’s energy, and Sky Monix is quickly taking advantage of that. Tom: She does seem more drained than I would have expected. Chaz: Feck, Aye was hopin’ this wouldna happen! Tom: Something you need to share with us, Chaz? Chaz: It’s Lent, ye know? Lana’s a verreh devou’ Catholic, an’ she’s been fastin’ since Mardi Gras. Jeannie: I thought that just meant fish on Fridays. Tom: Devout Catholics only eat one meal a day during Lent, with no meat. Chaz: Aye…since it’s Sunday, she’s ‘ad more’n one meal, bu’ she’s still nae had enny red meat in weeks. It’s sapped ‘er strength and now she’s winded ‘erself. Jeannie: How do you two know all that? Chaz: Aye was raised Catholic, though Aye’ve long since abandoned it. Tom: I’m just grateful I wasn’t raised as strictly as Lana seems to have been. *Monix lifts Lana up to the top rope, and sets her there. He then climbs up to the second rope, and then panders to the crowd. While he is taunting, Lana pushes him off the second rope to the mat. She then stands up and begins to set up for a move. Chaz: Nice! Jeannie: C'mon Sky! Tom: Sky let his love for himself get the best of him, and now Lana is in a position to capitalize! *Sky however, is not getting up off the mat. He is grabbing his knee in great pain, and talking to the referee. Tom: It looks as though he may have landed awkwardly on that knee. Jeannie: I hope he's OK. Tom: Yeah....me,too...I guess. *Lana finally hops down from her perch on the top rope, realizing that Sky wouldn't be standing up anytime soon. However, once she gets down off the ropes, Sky kips-up, and delivers a devastating superkick to Lana! Chaz: That durrrty bastard! Jeannie: Tom, did you see that? Christmas came early, because we just saw a miracle! Sky Monix just immediately recovered from a possibly career ending injury! Tom: He was playing possum and you know it! Jeannie: Hey, all's fair in love and war. Tom: Doesn't stop it from being a trick. Chaz, I have to agree with you here. *Monix goes for the cover. The referee is initially a little confused. Sky continues to yell and him, and the referee makes the count. 1 2 3 *Sky Monix springs up as “Superstar” begins to play. He celebrates quite dramatically. Chaz leaves the announce booth and goes to check on Lana. Finkel: Here is your winner....SKYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY MONNNNNNNIX! Tom: Look at Sky. Celebrating like he just won the world title or something. Jeannie: Its a good win for him either way. Every chase to the title starts with one win. Tom: Well, regardless of how the match ended, there is no disputing that Lana put up one helluva fight here tonight, and regardless of its outcome, she has nothing to be ashamed of. Jeannie: Yeah, I guess. Tom: Well, we're gonna take a brief break, but we'll be right back with some more W*I*G action. *A brief promotional add for this week's Vindication is shown.
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Post by Jett Ripley on Mar 31, 2009 14:30:19 GMT -5
In the backstage area with find John Cena standing beside Molly Ringworm, a stylized backdrop of the PPV logo is placed behind them. John Cena: "I'm here with Molly Ringworm who, in just few moments, will face Maeve 'O Hare. Molly, Maeve seems hell-bent on retrieving the trophy you stole from her." Molly clutches the "transmitter" closely to her chest, in a very protective manner. Maeve's formerly polished possession has now become a part of the odd, glowing device. Molly: "Firstly, I didn't steal it. And secondly, it's NOT a trophy, as you would perceive it. Frankly, your planet is doomed, earthling. I'm just trying to hitch a ride out of here. As soon as a I can get a signal and establish some communication then she can have it back. She can even come with me if she wants! I'm sure there's going to be plenty of space on the vessel." Molly nods in determination before walking off, leaving a perplexed Cena to stare off in confusion. Howard Finkel: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..from Cygnus A..Molly Ringworm!" A nice array of dazzling lights begin to flash from the entrance structure as "Spaceman" by The Killers begins to play. Molly heads for the ring, carrying her transmitter, slowly starting to get a more favorable reaction each time she appears. She slides into the ring, gently easing her creation into the center of the ring. She kneels in front of it, pressing buttons and pulling levers Tom: "Molly has quite a task on her hands here. Maeve 'O Hare has both a height advantage and a near one hundred pound size advantage, as well." Jeannie: "She only has herself to blame! Who shows up and picks a fight with one of the biggest competitors in the division?! Wait. I can answer that. A nut, obviously." Tom: "She believes her reason is just and I don't think she's being malicious. Just a little...mixed up." Jeannie: "Try explaining that to Maeve." [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jbMpzElCnuA"The Brown Bull of Cooley"[/url] blares over the speakers in the W*I*G-Sphere. After 10 seconds of the music, Maeve O'Hare strides out onto the stage, closely followed by her father. Coach O'Hare, as always is carrying his Tricolour-wrapped Hurley. Finkel: Introducing her opponent, representing Team Ireland, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, from Derry City, Northern Ireland, weighing in at 232lbs, MAEVE... O~HAAAAAARE! Team Ireland's usual Green, White & Gold pyro explodes as Maeve strikes a pose at the top of the ramp. Coach O'Hare raises the Tricolour as high & as wide as he can manage before the pair continue on towards the ring. Tom: Angry, angry young woman. Jeannie: If you had a headcase like Molly Ringworm giving you hassle you'd be mad too. Stealing a trophy like that may not necessarily be the worst thing, but I'd hate if any of my possessions were in the hands of that Fruit Loop! Maeve & the Coach reach the ring, He holds the ropes open for Maeve to enter. Maeve looks over at Molly with a steely glare. Molly seems to be looking at some point away off in the distance. DING-DING! The bell rings and Molly carefully places the transmitter in her corner of the ring. With her back turned, Maeve charges her without hesitation. Molly is able to nimbly side step the attack, causing Maeve to crash right into the turnbuckle, stunning her and forcing her to stumble backwards. Molly snags her with a School Girl roll up! ..One..two..Maeve forces her way free! Tom: "Almost over that fast! We haven't seen much of Molly in the ring so Maeve didn't have a lot of material to study." As they both return to their feet, Maeve charges once again with a Clothesline attempt. But once again Molly is able to duck and get Maeve into another pinning predicament with a Backslide. One..two..another kick out! Both competitors spring to their feet and Molly quickly catches Maeve with a Small Package. One..two..not enough to keep Maeve down! Tom: "I'm starting to get the feeling that Molly wants to end this one quick. Jeannie: "With the mood Maeve is in, that's probably not the worst idea!" The female grapplers return to their feet and Molly almost instantly connects with a Dropkick that stuns Maeve but isn't enough to knock her from her feet. A knee to the stomach follows to double the Irish born wrestler over. Molly bounces off the ropes, ducks a Clothesline, but on the rebound Maeve snatches her by the back of her head and uses her momentum to send her face first into the canvas. The momentum doesn't stop there as Molly slides straight under the bottom rope and outside of the ring. Maeve exhales deeply at finally getting her hands on her thief, albeit briefly. O' Hare ducks between the middle rope and stands on the apron, ready to follow out after Molly and continue the punishment. But as Maeve stands on the outside apron, Molly suddenly springs up onto the apron and hits her with a Diving Enzuiguri. Maeve drops from the apron to the floor below and Molly quickly slides back into the ring. Tom: "Oh, nice maneuver! As I stated earlier, Molly certainly has the element of surprise on her side." Molly kneels in the center of the ring, catching her breath while the ref makes his count. Maeve stirs and returns to the ring apron. Molly rushes for the middle turnbuckle and bounds off of it, trying to catch Maeve with a Crossbody. But Maeve is able to use her extraordinary strength and catch Molly in her arms, not budging from the apron. Maeve hoists Molly over her head and tosses her back into the ring the hard way with a Gorilla Press. Miss Ringworm rolls a bit as Maeve returns back to the ring. Molly dashes towards Maeve and tries to catch her off guard but receives an elbow to the face for her troubles, sending her crashing to the mat. Jeannie: "See, this is where the cat and mouse game ends and Maeve gets to do some real damage." Maeve grabs Molly by her orange hair and lifts her onto her shoulder, looking for a Body Slam. Molly is able to wiggle free and land behind her much larger foe. Maeve spins around and is met with three Snap Jabs to the face. Molly twirls, looking for a Discus Punch, but only catches a Head Butt straight to the nose to once again send her to the mat in a heap. Tom: "It is certainly not in Molly's best interest to go toe to toe with someone with such a monstrous size and power advantage." Maeve is easily able to yank Molly to her feet and lift her skywards in a Suplex position. Maeve holds Molly in the air for a few passing seconds with one arm, showing off her abilities, before dropping her forcefully to the mat. Maeve uses the ropes to pick up speed so she can bring a Leg Drop crashing down across Molly's throat. The complete opposite from Molly, Maeve seems to want the punishment to go on for an extended period of time. Pulling Molly to her feet once again, she shoves her into the nearest turnbuckle. A few stiff kicks to the stomach sink Ringworm downwards and Maeve rams the back of her head into a turnbuckle pad just to keep her in place. Maeve sprints backwards a distance before leaping forward with a Stinger Splash. Maeve meets the turnbuckle as Molly seems to have a knack for slithering away at the last moment. Molly drops Maeve with a Reverse Twist of Fate that she calls the "Delouser". She hurriedly springs into a cover! ..One..two..Maeve forcefully kicks out and Molly almost lands on the ref. Jeannie: "There's only so much abuse a 135 pound body came take from a two hundred pounder. All Maeve has to do is land a few more power moves and Ringworm here is going to have to get beamed back up to planet Hospital. She's delaying the inevitable." Maeve rolls onto her hands and knee's and Molly leaps onto her back, peppering her with rights and lefts. Maeve shoves her off forcefully but Molly jumps right back into position. Once again, same scenario. Molly is tossed off. But it was a ploy to loosen Maeve up as she then slides into a Fujiwara Armbar! Molly, being quite flexible, wrenches back on the hold, with her feet planted firmly on the ground. Maeve's hair swings in front of her face as her teeth grit but she's able to scoot her way to the ropes to release the hold. As Maeve returns to her feet, Molly leaps onto her shoulders and looks for a Victory Roll..but Maeve is able to use her overwhelming strength, countering with an Electric Chair Drop, smashing Molly face first to the ring. Maeve stomps on Molly's lower back, still have little desire to go for a cover. Tom: "You may be right, Maeve's power game may be just too overwhelming." Maeve grabs Molly by the shoulders and simply chucks her halfway across the ring. Molly clutches her back while Maeve stalks towards her but as she lifts her up, she's met with a few punches to the gut. And then a Drop-Toe Hold. And then a Crossface, just as quickly. Molly pulls back as Maeve finds herself in a position she was in earlier. Maeve slowly struggles to her feet but is able to break the hold with a few elbows to the stomach. Molly recoils into a corner but puts her feet up when Maeve charges. Molly climbs to the top rope and leaps off with a Clothesline that takes O'Hare down! Almost immediately she slaps on an Anaconda Vice she refers to as the "Ringworm Wrap"!" Tom: "Maeve DOES seem susceptible to submission maneuvers! Molly might be on the right track!" Jeannie: "Sure, if she was one hundred pounds heavier! Kind of tough to keep someone locked in when they're as strong as a bull!" Maeve wiggles about in the hold and eventually manages to get a foot on the bottom rope. Molly slides away to create some distance, trying to devise another means of attack before Maeve can get back to her feet. Tom: Fortunately for Maeve she managed to get a foot on the bottom rope. Jeannie: That she allowed herself to get caught in the hold in the first place shows Maeve's inexperience. Molly waits a moment then charges right at Maeve, only to be taken out over the top rope with a Back Body Drop. Molly looks around, keeping an eye out for Coach O'Hare. She's so focussed on keeping the Coach at bay she nearly forgets about Maeve, at least until Maeve catches Molly with a Baseball Slide out from under the ropes. Maeve's attack sends Molly crashing into the security rail. Maeve exits the ring & picks Molly up as Miss Ringworm tries to nurse her shoulder. Maeve, spotting Molly's weakened left shoulder, goes on the offensive. She grabs Molly's outfit & makes as if she's going to roll her into the ring, instead, Maeve aims Molly, shoulder first, at the security rail. Obviously, the impact greatly pains Molly. Maeve the throws Molly towards the steps, again, shoulder first. Molly grits her teeth & grimaces in pain. The ref leans out of the ring & orders Maeve to get back in. Maeve drives Molly's shoulder into the ring-post. She rolls back into the ring for a moment before exiting again. Maeve bashes Molly's left arm repeatedly against the post before rolling her opponent back inside. Tom: Maeve O'Hare really going to town on that left arm of Molly Ringworm. Jeannie: While that doesn't necessarily limit Molly's in-ring repertoire significantly, it will definitely have a profound influence on her performance. Tom: Huh? Jeannie: "Word of the Day" toilet paper. Maeve sits down next to Molly & grabs a hold of the damaged left arm. She wraps her powerful legs around Molly's neck & wrenches on the arm. Molly bucks about wildly as Maeve keeps her trapped in the Triangle Choke-hold. Tom: Maeve surprising us with a submission move of her own. Jeannie: She's putting those strong legs of hers to good use by keeping Molly trapped in the Triangle Choke. Molly, exerting some intense pain on her trapped arm, inches her way along the mat. Maeve has no method to counter as Molly sacrifices her left arm to gain some ground. Molly manages to reach out & barely reach the bottom rope. The referee orders Maeve to break it up, but she milks every second she can of the referee's 5-count before doing so. Molly rather limply rolls out of the ring. She shakes her arm a bit in an attempt to get the feeling back. Maeve keeps the referee distracted with a bit of an argument over the cadence of his count. As this goes on, Coach O'Hare blasts Molly from behind with the Hurley. Maeve exits the ring & drags Molly over to the security rail again. Maeve chases the time-keeper from his seat & sets it up. She places Molly on it & makes a signal to the crowd. Maeve walks to the opposite end of the ring from where she has set Molly. The crowd knows what's about to happen & they begin chanting accordingly: "Oléééééé! Olé! Olé! Olé! Oléééééé! Oléééééé!" Maeve nails Molly with an Olé Kick that draws a wince from the audience. Maeve shows off her physique for a second. She picks up Molly & rolls her back into the ring. Maeve climbs into the ring shortly afterwards. Maeve drags Molly up again & lifts her high for a harsh Body Slam close to the middle of the ring. Maeve climbs the closest ring-post. Her father starts to yell "No!" from ring-side. Maeve looks back at Coach O'Hare with an irritated look. She gets to the top of the post & launches herself off, aiming for a body splash. Jeannie: Seems that the Coach thinks Maeve's high-flying attacks aren't her strong suit. Tom: We'll see how this works out for her before making any judgements. Molly rolls aside at the last second & Maeve crash lands on the mat. She clutches at her pained abdomen & stands up, staggering around a bit. Jeannie: Seems as if the Coach had a point. Maeve crashed & burned on that particular exchange. Tom: How can we be certain part of that wasn't down to her own father distracting her at ring-side? O'Hare is shouting more instructions at Maeve, though they are inaudible above the din of the crowd. Maeve sees her father's mouth moving & strains to hear what ever it is he's talking about. While Maeve is trying to decipher what her father is saying, Molly runs up behind Maeve & plants her with a Bulldog. Molly continues to shake off her left arm to get the feeling back. She sees Maeve begin to stand again. Molly makes a dash towards the ropes, looking to spring off them for the ESP, but Coach O'Hare hooks the second rope with his Hurley & pulls down on it just before Molly hits it & she crashes outside the ring again. Tom: I didn't think that O'Hare had fulfilled his interference quota for this match. The ref spots O'Hare's dirty trick & orders him away from ring-side. The coach protests that he was nowhere near the rope. The ref maintains that he SAW O'Hare do it & tells him to leave ring-side before security is called. Tom: About time that somebody did something about O'Hare. Maeve grabs the referee & protests her father's innocence, but the referee is having none of it. As O'Hare walks away up the ramp, the crowd breaks into song: "NA-NA-NA-NA! NA-NA-NA-NA! WAY-HEY-HEY! GOOD-BYE!" Maeve looks around in desperation. O'Hare has a hissy fit as he walks backstage again. Maeve is at loose ends, without her father there, she doesn't know what to do. As Maeve looks around in exasperation, Molly flies into her from behind, planting Maeve's face into the mat with Cattle Branding. Jeannie: Maeve was so focussed on her father's removal from ring-side she neglected Molly & you should never ignore a crazy person. Molly rests a moment as she waits for Maeve to stand again. As soon as Maeve gets back to a knee, Molly rushes past her & springboards off the middle rope, successfully this time, flipping backwards & hitting Maeve with a perfectly executed ESP! Jeannie: It's the Ectopropo... ESP! The ESP! Molly rolls Maeve over & makes the cover on her... 1... 2... 3!!! DING-DING-DING! Finkel: Here is your winner... MOLLY RINGWORM! "Spaceman" starts playing again as the referee raises Molly's hand in victory. Molly jumps up & down excitedly & quickly races to get her "transmitter". She retrieves the odd-looking device from the corner & carries it back with her up the ramp. Jeannie: Like anybody else is going to want to take that thing. Tom: Molly seems to think it's important & who are we to say she's not right? Jeannie: I refuse to even answer that question. Maeve looks up from her position in the ring just to see Molly walking out with the transmitter tucked safely under her arm. She sits up to nurse her back a little, her face contorted into a scowl. Maeve pounds the mat & gets back to her feet as we cut to the next segment.
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Post by Jett Ripley on Mar 31, 2009 14:31:42 GMT -5
Finkel: The following contest will be taking place under Deathmatch rules! Under a ten count, the winner must keep their opponent down for the ref’s ten count!
*“Crimson Shadow” plays over the PA system.*
*The disturbingly beautiful notes of the theme of Chick Aura plays. After the feeling of unease mixes with a low pre-appearance voice of displeasure from the crowd the big woman walks out. She walks down the ramp with a purpose with Ada Banshou not too far behind. She does not even blink as front row fans boo right in her face. She takes a moment to pause as she stares at the various weapons scattered around the ring. A mix of awe, disdain, and... perhaps fear fills her eyes.*
Finkel: Introducing first! From Japan... Weighting in at 210 lbs..... Chick Aura!
Tom: This is it, folks, the final chapter in the long rivalry that has been Juri Sadamoto vs. Chick Aura!
Jeannie: This all started months ago when WIG was still in it’s starting stages. Juri had finally return after a few months out of action in EWT, when Chick Aura attacked Sadamoto violently thereafter. Juri returned as Chick was about to destroy Lily-Rose, but Juri made the save.
Tom: This lead to their first match in WIG, which Juri lost. After Juri was denied a rematch, she offered an opponent at the WIG/TigerPath show, only to reveal that Guinness Girl was herself.
*However, Chick quickly makes it up the stairs and into the ring. She stares around into the crowd as her music fades. As the silence fills the arena, her eyes seem forever searching for the appearance of her opponent. She doesn't have to wait long.*
Jeannie: And it all comes down to this. Which woman will be the true Joshi in all of WIG?
*Chick cracking her knuckles, scanning for the Broken Rose as she anticipates Sadamoto's usual arrival from the crowd. With Chick's back to the entrance ramp, she hears the unglued cheers and follows the spotlights to the ramp. There stands a smiling Juri with her right arm behind her back. She stares out into the crowd from the ramp then pulls the arm out from behind her back. The reveal of her arm gives way into sounds of shock and louder cheers for her arm is completely wrapped in white tape.... and barbwire! Juri scrunches up her face into a wicked smile and nods along with the crowd, finally doing her trademark pointing straight up.*
Finkel: And her opponent... Now residing in Osaka, Japan... Weighting in at 142 lbs.... BR Juri Sadamoto!
Jannie: Barbwire on the arm?!
Tom: Juri’s a tough cookie, Jeannie. That’s what she’s looking to show in this fight: That she can outlast the much larger and powerful Chick Aura.
Jeannie: I think now’s the time where we should remind our viewers that this match isn’t for the faint of heart. So if you don’t enjoy massive amounts of blood loss or wish to have some pretty gruesome nightmares, look away.
*With little hesitation Juri makes it to the ring. She takes a moment to stare at all the weapons around the ring, sighing happily like she's coming home. As she looks up, she traces Chick's worried expression to her own barbed arm. A small red droplet from an pre-match puncture wound drips upon the white tape. Juri cracks huge smirk at Chick's unsettled reaction before finally rolling into the ring and making it to her feet. As she does, her music fades into the sound of a bell being rung.*
Tom: The match hasn’t begun yet, and already Juri’s intimidating Chick.
*Chick raises her arm up high to signal a lock-up. Juri raises her arm up and locks with Aura. Chick then raises her covered arm high, and Juri reaches for it with the barbwired arm…but Chick quickly twists the arm she’s holding into a hammerlock to loud boos.*
Jeannie: That didn’t seem fair!
Tom: I don’t think Chick wants to come anywhere near that barbwire arm, Jeannie. I think…she’s actually worried about bleeding.
Jeannie: What? She’s had to have-
Tom: Nope, according to records, Chick has never bled in a match, EVER.
*Chick then switches up the hammerlock into a Half Nelson, and lifts Juri up for the modified suplex. Juri lands with a harsh thud, not even given a chance to escape beforehand. Aura rises quickly and starts to stomp down on Juri, keeping far away from the barbwire.*
Jeannie: Whee…whatta deathmatch.
Tom: I think it’s obvious here, Jeannie, that Chick KNOWS what goes on in those sorts of matches, and wants to avoid having a similar fate to those that have nearly DIED for a victory.
*Chick grabs Juri’s legs and drags her towards a corner, and catapults Juri into the turnbuckles. The bounce causes Juri to bounce back down and onto the knees of Chick. The crowd winces and lets out a low “ooo”. Juri audibly gasps out as she tries to find breath. Ada, at ringside, applauds Chick. Aura then picks Juri up and looks to whip her towards the ropes, but Juri counters and whips Chick into them instead. Juri motions to clothesline Chick with her barbwire arm, getting loud cheers in response. Yet as she charges Aura is fortunate to duck under it. Aura bounces back off the ropes and towards Juri with a clothesline of her own, but Juri ducks under it herself! As Chick runs back off the ropes, Juri forces Chick to the ground with a drop toe hold. Juri viciously stomps down on Chick’s back before picking her up to her feet.*
Jeannie: Good god, WHERE’S THE BLOOD AND VIOLENCE?! This is like watching Joe vs. Kurt at Lockdown!
Tom: I liked that match…
Jeannie: It was half MMA, Tom! That’s not a good thing!
*Just as Juri has Chick to her feet, she takes a powerful swing with her barbwire arm at Chick, but Aura grabs it just inches away from her face. A power struggle begins between the two as Chick tries to force it away from her face. The women spend the next minute struggling with the arm, until finally, Juri kicks Aura in the stomach, and then clotheslines Aura with the arm! Chick falls to the mat and rolls outside the ring! The arena explodes with cheers as Juri shakes off the pain of having the spikes dig into her own skin from the force of her attack.*
Jeannie: Wrestling is nice, but this isn’t a wrestling match, it’s a deathmatch! C’mon! Blood! Gore! Squickiness!
Tom: I think you might get your wish. Look!
*As Ada comes over to assist Chick, the camera picks up blood pouring out of Chick’s forehead much to the delight of the fans. Chick grabs her head, and looks down at her hand to see the blood pouring onto it. Chick then looks back in the ring, a harsh scowl on her face, and quickly runs back inside the ring, and charges at Juri. But Juri quickly avoids the beast, and as the large Asian woman turns around, Juri hits her head with the barbwire in an unrelenting manner. After one last piercing shot, Juri runs to the ropes opposite them, runs back at Chick…and is lifted up into a snap spinebuster, to be dropped down by Chick! The ring shakes as the back of Juri's head thuds off the mat.*
Tom: Well, Chick’s definitely not too happy about this…
Jeannie: FINALLY! Let the mayhem begin!
*Ada searches under the ring, meanwhile, and drags out two chairs & a leather sack from under the ring. As Aura slowly rises from her powerful slam, trying to maintain her calm as blood seeps from her forehead, Ada begins sliding the weapons he gathered into the ring. Chick grabs a steel chair, lifts it high into the air, and slams it down repeatedly into Juri’s back. Blood begins to pool over Chick's eyebrows, making it distracting enough to have her stop her onslaught. She puts the chair on the ground, and rolls Sadamoto onto it. A quick stomp to the stirring Sadamoto later, she then places the other chair over her. With bad intentions in mind, Chick makes her way to the nearest corner, and begins to climb onto it.*
Tom: Oh god…this is the same thing Chick did to Juri several months ago! I don’t know if Juri can take this!
*Chick sways as she reaches the middle rope. She steadies herself briefly, trying to get her bearings. Just as she reaches the top rope, Juri springs to her feet as she grabs the chair off of her. BR grits her teeth as she propels the steel right into Chick’s face! The big red head loses her balance, and falls back, landing FACE FIRST ONTO THE STEPS! THUD!*
“OOOOOOHHHHHHH!”
*Chick's bounces off the steel, landing on the floor next to the stairs.*
Jeannie: HOLY SHIT!
Tom: Aura just fell onto the stairs!
*Aura stumbles to her feet, but stumbles back into the guardrails. Ada tries to help Aura up, but the large Asian woman waves him off, and tries to get to her feet. Aura then gets inside the ring, and Juri runs at Chick, hitting her with a lariat that wraps around into a cobra clutch! The barbs come dangerously close to Chick’s throat. The crowd goes silent in baited breath. Aura struggles to keep the hold from completing then grabs Juri’s arm, twists it around, and elbows it. Taking advantage of Juri's pained state then lifts Juri over her in the gorilla position. Chick then tosses Juri to outside the ring, where the crowd cringes as she hits the floor hard! Having no rest for BR in mind, Chick climbs out of the ring and grabs a table leading against the railing. She sets it up, and then grabs Juri. Aura lifts her above her head once again, but Juri struggles and falls behind Chick. Sadamoto takes her armed arm in hand and slams it right into Aura’s back! Chick falls against the ring apron, biting the ring curtain in pain as her back begins to drip. Juri shakes her right arm to get the feeling back. The action sends several droplets to rain on the floor. She then climbs onto the apron, staring at Chick. Aura raises her head from it's resting position on the apron to see where Juri went. As she does this, Juri runs across, kicking Chick square in the face! At a sicking speed Chick's head snaps backward as she falls to the ground. The ref makes the count as Juri steps down from the apron to lean against the stairs.*
Tom: Here it comes. If Chick can stay down for ten seconds, Juri has this match won.
Jeannie: Easier said than done.
*Chick gets to her feet slowly at the count of four. She turns to see Juri punching right at her face. But Chick grabs Juri’s arm and forces the barbs to dig into Sadamoto’s skin. Juri cringes, and this gives Aura time to lariat Juri harshly to the ground. Angrily Chick wipes the blood off her face and picks Juri up. With a wicked look in her eye, Chick grabs the barbwired arm of Juri then stares at Juri's face. Aura holds onto the arm as Juri shakes herself back into the game. But as she realizes where she is, Chick slams Juri's own arm into her face!*
Tom: What the-?! That’s not right!
Jeannie: Hey, it’s a weapon, there’s no rules, it’s all fair if you ask me, Tom.
*Hair tangles with metal while flesh loses to both. Using this to her advantage, Chick then tosses Juri back inside the ring. Aura rolls in right after her and grabs the leather bag. As she does this, Juri just manages to wrench her hair from her arm. Raising it high for all to see, Chick then laughs to herself as she unties the drawstring. From the bag empties out it’s contents, which happens to be…*
Tom: Thumbtacks?!
Jeannie: Well…this won’t end too well…
*Chick grabs the rising Juri and headlocks her, slamming her fist into her head repeatedly. She then places Juri into a standing head scissors. She reaches down, pulling off Juri's vest from off her back, then throws it out of the ring. But thanks to Chick disarming Juri's padding, Juri slips out and locks Chick into a Full Nelson. Chick struggles to escape out of it, but Juri forces her upper body down, and then plants Chick’s face right into the thumbtacks! Shocked gasps are heard. Chick twitches in shock and pain, grasping her head. Instinct kicks in as she tries to rise up, all the while Juri runs to the ropes. As Chick tries to lift her head up out of the tacks, Juri leaps up, and STOMPS her head right back into the tacks!*
“OOOOOOHHHHH!”
Jeannie: HOLY SHIT!
Tom: Not once, but twice does Chick’s face land in the pile of tacks! This might just cause severe brain damage!
*Bounding off Chick's head, stumbles into the ropes, taking a breather as the ref begins to count.*
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
FOUR…
FIVE…
SIX...
*Chick, amazingly, begins to stir, and is on her feet before the ref can count to seven. Juri pounds her fist into Chick’s face, and goes for a DDT, but Chick shoves Juri off of her. In a rage, Chick picks the Broken Rose with a scoop slam! Chick then rolls out of the ring, wiping more of her blood off her face, and grabs another bag from under the ring. Ada nervously approaches her, with a small handkerchief but she waves him off, too focused on the match to worry that her forehead has become a deep red. This time, she empties it out onto the table she set up earlier, showing there to be nothing more than…*
Tom: Broken glass!?
Jeannie: This is getting more and more insane! Besides, I thought Chick was against this whole hardcore stuff anyway!
Tom: My guess is since she was cracked open by Juri, that changed everything around.
*Chick finally gets back in the ring, only to find Juri charging towards her. With little thought, Chick quickly back body drops Juri over the top rope, sending her CRASHING INTO THE TABLE! Splinters and glass fly into the air as Juri's eyes clinch shut in pain, her teeth nearly chipping themselves under the pressure of her gritting.*
Jeannie: HOLY SHIT ON A SHIT SANDWICH!
Tom: That’s it. This…this is over! It’s gotta be.
*Chick leans against the ropes, smirking as she watches the ref count Juri out.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
FOUR…
FIVE…
*Juri eventually stands to her feet, slowly. This surprises not just the audience and Ada, but Chick as well. The Broken Rose lifts her bowed head into a slow tilt not unlike a horror movie monster. Her face is naught but blood, eyes, and teeth. The cameras circle her, showing her back. Shards of glass jut from flesh as blood begins to pour from several open wounds. On top of this, her right arm's white tape is looking more and more scarlet. She wipes her blood off her face, and looks down at it… Before returning Chick's gaze. Her hand raises to her mouth and she takes a long, heavy lick from her palm. Blood coats her tongue as she smiles back at Chick. This causes Aura’s eyes to bulge out with much fear.*
Tom: I think Juri just got to Chick.
Jeannie: Aura should’ve known better, Tom. She’s not dealing with a normal person.
*BR grabs at the barbwire on her arm, breathing heavy as she begins a slow cackle. And starts to rip the metal off her arm, flesh and all, until she's freed her arm. Aura stares at her like a deer in the headlights, both confused and a bit frightened. Intentions become clear as Juri rolls into the ring with the wire, swinging it around like a whip. Franticly, Chick dodges the whips and barely misses many a hit. But it was all a smoke screen as Juri jumps behind her after Chick dodges one last time. She wraps the metal around Chick's throat. Aura quickly throws up her hands to block damage to her throat. Fear over comes her eyes as she stares behind her at the bloodlust driven joshi. Having none of it, she grabs the wire and bends over at a high speed. The Fiery Joshi tumbles forward, crashing just shy of the thumbtacks on the mat. Dropping to her knees, Aura tries to stop shaking. She realizes her fatal mistake as she catches a Dropkick that floors her.*
Jeannie: Okay... We can hold back on the blood now... I'm good.
Tom: Take a look at the spot where Juri just landed after Chick threw her! It's almost a puddle!
Jeannie: I think I'm going to be sick.
Tom: And I think Juri's going to fly!
*Indeed, Juri has walked towards the nearest turnbuckle while pointing up. It's clear what her intentions are, a TIMFA! She reaches the top rope as Chick has made it to her feet. Juri flies!*
Tom: Here we go!
Jeannie: Hey didn't Chick say she scouted this mov-
*But Chick catches her in mid air! With swift alternations, Chick maneuvers Juri and drops her... RIGHT INTO A KISS THE PAVEMENT!*
Jeannie: DID YOU SEE THE WAY JURI'S HEAD AND NECK SNAPPED?!
Tom: That has got to be a match ender! It's unfortunate for Juri it had to end this way, but what a match.
Jeannie: And the referee begins what is a sure win for Chick.
Tom: I just hope Juri's alright.
*Chick crawls out of the ring, away from the barbwire and tack pile, towards Ada as the referee begins the count.*
ONE...
TWO...
THREE...
FOUR...
FIVE...
SIX...
SEVEN...
EIGHT...
NINE...
*Chick raises her hands in victory for the incoming “Ten”. But it doesn't come. Rather, a bunch of cheers takes it's place. She closes her eyes and reluctantly looks back into the ring to see the standing Juri.*
Jeannie: ...how? HOW?! How is she standing?!
Tom: The will to continue past what is humanly possible is perhaps the drive of Juri. Maybe it's bloodlust. Perhaps it's the will to win. But I'm going to call it her fighting spirit.
Jeannie: ...She ain't superwoman. Look at how it pains her to even stand at this point.
Tom: And Chick's no better. She looks queasy.
Jeannie: Well that is her own blood raining from her eyebrows.
*Aura motions at Ada to come closes and she whispers something to him. As she finishes, she rolls back into the ring to meet Juri head on. They unapologetically slam closed fists into each other as Ada hurriedly makes his way towards the weapons leaning against the railings. He sets his eyes and hands upon the steel monster that is the ladder. In a less than impressive show of strength, he drags the sizable weapon to the ring and slides it in. Curious to see what Ada's doing, Juri is caught off guard long enough for Chick to try to scoop slam her. But Juri counters it into a Reverse Death Valley Driver position! The crowd comes unglued as Juri shakes, trying to land the move that finished off Chick in their last match.*
Tom: Oh boy! If Chick gets hit with this, Juri's got it made!
Jeannie: But again! Chick's scouted this!
*No sooner than Jeannie's reminder is said then Chick whips off Juri's shoulders and lands a high impact DDT. Aura grabs the remaining chair in the ring then places it with force on Juri's stomach. She stares down at Juri in disgust then eyes the ladder. Immediately she turns to the ladder and starts to set it up as the referee begins to count Juri out.*
ONE...
TWO...
THREE...
FOUR...
*Chick has set the ladder and has begun climbing.*
Jeannie: What's she doing?!
FIVE...
Tom: I think she wants to put Juri out for good!
SIX...
Jeannie: This could be a career ending match?! No way!
*Chick has made it near the top, just about ready to leap off when Juri knips up yet again! From the top, Chick stares down in disbelief. Realizing where she is, right next to the ropes, she tries to climb down. All the while Ada is yelling at her to get down. But she's too late! Juri propels herself forward and the ladder tips over! Chick and the ladder goes FLYING right into the announcers' table!*
Jeannie: HOLY SHI-
Tom: LOOK OUT JEANNIE!
*Tom just pushes himself and Jeannie out of the way as the ladder along with Chick crashes down through the table.*
“HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!”
*From in the ring, Juri drops to her knees while leaning against the second rope. This match has taken a huge toll on her. But currently not as much as Chick. The referee begins the count but it's clear that Chick won't be down for the count as she begins to stir. Sadamoto sees this, knowing it isn't over, and crawls out of the ring to start digging under the ring. Ada makes it over to Chick, trying to check on her. But ends up helping her to her feet as the referee makes the count to five. Boos fill the arena as Ada has clearly cheated. But they are soon replaced as Juri lifts up a brand new kendo stick. Ada walks Chick over to the ring, trying to talk her out of it but to no avail, and then helps her in. At the same time, Juri rolls back into the ring. The two Asian redheads meet in the center of the ring, staring at each other. Though bleeding heavily and in obvious pain, Juri looks to be freakishly smiling. On the other hand, Chick looks dazed... exhausted. Her attire has become bloody and torn. Both tense up as the final round begins.*
Tom: Sorry folks! We just got our connection back. The barbaric nature of this match has taken it's toll on both competitors and our table! Hell, it almost got us, right Jeannie?
Jeannie: *low whisper* ...thank you...Tom
Tom: I'm sorry?
Jeannie: The ladder... Thanks...
Tom: Hey, we have a match to call.
Jeannie: Right.. right...
*With both hands, Juri grips her wooden sword like a katana and charges at Chick. But her powerful swing misses! She turns right around for a second, only to walk right into a boot from Chick. Doubling over but still holding on to her weapon, Juri is placed into another Standing Head Scissors right next to the pile of thumbtacks. Though throughly tired, Chick lifts up Juri and begins to turn to drop her right down upon the wire & tacks. But her strength goes out halfway through! With cat like reflexes, Juri wraps the kendo stick around the back of Chick's neck and pulls her right into her knees as she falls. SLAM! Chick's face bounces off Juri's knees. She remains standing though as Juri lets go and slowly makes it to her feet. Juri pushes off her knees, looking in shock at Chick still standing. And fully tenses up for an attack... But it doesn't happen. Sadamoto stands to see Chick rock back and forth on her feet next to the tack pile. Then Juri looks at the stick in her hands and rears back. CRACK! Off Chick's head. Chick wavers but still stands. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Chick is rocking back towards the pile. Juri runs towards the ropes and rears back once more. CRACK! Like a mighty redwood, Aura falls backward upon the pile. And immediately sits up, though it's clear it's only instinct at this point.*
Jeannie: Holy hell... Shot after shot with that Kendo stick, yet Chick's still in this match.
Tom: Look closer, Jeannie. This match ended the second Juri did what looked like a modified TIMFA.
Jeannie: What do you mean?
Tom: Just watch.
*Juri looks at the referee, looking for the count. But he motions that her shoulders are off the mat. She sighs, and rears back again. Only for Ada to jump inbetween her and Chick! Though clearly fearing the Broken Rose, he stares her down in order to protect Chick. Juri only rolls her eyes and swings at his face. CRACK! He falls to the ground and rolls out of the ring, in pain.*
Tom: You have to admire Ada protecting Chick, but did he really think that was going to stop Juri?
Jeannie: Hell, she probably wanted to do that for a long time anyway.
*Sadamoto returns her attention back to the sitting, immobile Chick, still sitting upon the tacks. Juri leans back against the ropes again, bounds back, and does a diving charge into the tacks. CRACK!!!! Aura's body falls back with Juri on top of the pile. Rising to her knees on the pile, Juri slams the stick again and again in a faster, desperate motion over Chick's head. She rises to her feet, with at least twenty tacks sticking out of her pants. She stumbles back to the ropes, expecting a count. But instead she sees Chick's body slowly sit up again. Wordlessly, Juri shambles her body back towards Chick. Juri uses the tip of the stick to hold up Chick by her chin, seeing the dead look behind her eyes. Juri nods and closes her eyes.*
Juri: Sayonara... Aura-san.
*With that, she rears back with the kendo stick. CRACK!!!!!!! The force of the blow snaps the stick in two as she cracks it one last time over Chick's head.*
ONE...
TWO...
THREE...
FOUR...
FIVE...
SIX...
SEVEN...
EIGHT...
NINE...
TEN!
*The bell rings.*
Finkel: AND YOUR WINNER OF THE MATCH... BR JURI SADAMOTO.
*Juri drops the broken stick in her hands and crawls toward the fallen Chick as her music starts to play. She stops as her opponents' motionless body, leaning over her. She inches closer to her and begins whispering something that can't be heard into Chick's ear. After a few seconds, she goes to stand but her legs give out in shock and she drops to her knees then controls a fall onto her back. Try as she might, she's not walking out of this one. The camera stands over her as flashes a very satisfied smile. Amongst the music and cheering, Juri speaks into the camera.*
Juri: *heavy breathing.* ...take us.....home......Syn...
*She the rests her head on the mat and closes her eyes as the EMTs tend to her and Chick, whom they have already tried to move off the thumbtakcs.*
Tom: This match has been just like we said and more. Sheer blood, gore, determination, heartbreak, retribution, and finally vindication. Try as Chick might, she could not take away the title of Joshi from Juri.
Jeannie: But look at how hard she struggled back after many times of certain defeat. And even when her mind left her at the end, her body would not let her give up. It took everything from Juri to take Chick down.
Tom: What do you think Juri whispered to Chick?
Jeannie: Only Juri probably knows. I doubt Chick could hear anything at this point.
Tom: True. Well, as Juri mentioned, this PPV is not over and let us continue onward.
Jeannie: It's going to take a ton of bleach to get all that blood out....
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Post by Jett Ripley on Mar 31, 2009 14:35:34 GMT -5
*The sinister opening strains of Dropkick Murphy's "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" begin to air over the speakers in the W*I*G-Sphere & the audience's booing instinct kicks in. After roughly 30 seconds, Coach O'Hare emerges from behind the curtain, clad in his leather jacket, Team Ireland shirt & flat-cap, carrying his ever-present Hurley & the crowd's booing seems only to increase. He's followed closely by Sean McCann & Aidan Donnelly. Sean is wearing a white waistcoat adorned with a large Celtic symbol on the back, green gloves & baggy white shorts, with T.I. inscribed on the side in green lettering; his boots are white with green kickpads, he's also sporting a pair of shades. Aidan is wearing his Team Ireland shirt, white tights with a green design & balck boots; he enters with a Tricolour draped over his head & shoulders.* Howard Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first proudly representing their home country of Ireland, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare weighing in at a total combined weight of 521lbs, "The Don Juan of Donegal" & Captain Aidan Donnelly... TEEEEEAAAAAM IRRRRRRRRE~LAAAAANNNNND! *The Green, White & Gold pyro explodes at the top of the ramp as O'Hare displays his flag for all to see. Aidan Donnelly raises his own flag up behind his head before bringing it down again, draping it over his shoulders as all three men make their way on down to the ring.* Tom: Team Ireland look focussed here tonight. They're finally starting to get serious about wrestling again. Jeannie: And this is their attempt to get into contention for those Tag-Team Titles that a certain sexy duo rarely seem to defend. Tom: It's about time they got back on track again. *Coach O'Hare holds the ropes open, for Aidan & Sean to enter. The two combatants head to adjacent corners. Sean spreads his arms in a Randy Orton-style pose & removes his waistcoat, tossing it out to the crowd. Aidan holds his Tricolour up behind his head before dismounting the turnbuckle & folding up the flag. Coach O'Hare has a few words with Aidan & Sean before their music fades out to be replaced by a remix of Nelly Furtado's "Maneater".* *After about 25 seconds or so, the spot-lights swing around to focus at the top of the ramp. The camera shows a close-up of a pair of boots & slowly continues to rise going past a pair of tree-trunk like muscualr legs, past a set of chiselled abs & a bulging set of pectorals before showing the face of Fannie Package. Her hair is dyed blonde. She's wearing a pair of Leopard skin trunks & a black sleeveless cut-off T-Shirt.* The Fink: And their opponents, introducing first, from San Francisco, California, she weighs in at 287lbs... FANNIE... PACK~AAAAAAGE! *Fannie flashes a double biceps pose at the top of the stage as her muscular form is silhouetted by a pyro explosion from behind her.* Jeannie: Is it just me or is she getting bigger? Tom: Well, she's certainly got a significant size advantage over both Team Ireland representatives. So does her Tag Partner. *She stands aside & awaits the arrival of her Tag-Team partner. The familiar bagpipes rip through the arena, then fade away to Alice Cooper's "School's Out". Chaz Stone parts the curtain with force as the melody kicks in, cracking his knuckles and stretching as the crowd cheers on. His blue leather trousers flap slightly against his white boots, and his white bandanna, bearing the Saltre (now available on WIGShopZone.com!), is tight to his brow, just as he likes it. Lana soon joins him, showing the effects of her debut match, but waving a Saltre nonetheless. Chaz proceeds down the ramp, flexing for the crowd to show off his powerful physique and giving a roar to show his enthusiasm to be in the ring again. He slaps hands with a few young fans, then blows a kiss to a lady next to them. Someone wolf-whistles for Lana, causing her to blush.* The Fink: Her partner, from Seattle, Washington, by way of Edinburgh, Scotland; accompanied by Lana de la Croix, and weighing in at 20 and a half stone..."The Tower of Power" CHAAAAAZ STONE! *Chaz slides into the ring and pops up, giving everyone the double Maloik as he does. Lana takes up her post on the outside of the ring as Chaz paces to his corner and talks strategy with Fannie. After a discussion, Chaz swings his left leg over the top rope to the apron, letting Fannie have the first go.* Tom: Is it just me, or does Chaz have a bit more spring in his step today? Jeannie: Must've gotten that text I sent him. Tom: Do I want to know, or should I just chatise you now? Jeannie: You don't wanna know. DING-DING! *The match starts with Fannie & Sean circling each other.* Tom: Wait a second. Sean McCann starting the match against Fannie Package? This is Coach O'Hare's great strategy? Jeannie: Ya gotta start somewhere, Tom. Both Chaz & Fannie have a massive weight advantage over either of Team Ireland's members. *Sean tries to head down low & take Fannie's immense legs out from under her, but she manages to hold her ground. She grabs Sean by the hair & drags him back up until he's standing upright again. With Sean standing (nearly) face-to-face with her, Fannie hauls off & decks him right in his pretty face. Sean goes flying about halfway across the ring. He scrambles to get back up to his feet, racing to the ropes. He leaps onto the second rope & sprongs backwards off it, turning in mid-air, aiming to knock Fannie down with a Flying Clothesline. Sean connects, but Fannie barely budges. She pounds a fist on her chest & advances on Sean who, for obvious reasons, is quite worried by this point. He aims a punch at the masculine jaw of Fannie, she shakes it off & Sean goes for another... & another... none of his blows having any effect. Fannie, pounds on her chest Sting-style & strikes a "most muscular" pose. Sean quickly scoots off to his own corner & makes the tag to Aidan while Fannie turns around to have a laugh with Chaz. Fannie quickly comes to regret taking the time to have a wee natter as Aidan is quickly on the attack, taking the massive woman down with a Chop Block to the left leg. Aidan carries on this assault, with Fannie downed he grabs he left leg & torques it as much as he can, stomping at the joints as he does so. The pain is evident on Fannie's face. Aidan tries to twist Fannie's legs into a Figure-4 Leg-Lock, but she uses her powerful limbs to kick him away, forcing him off to the ropes. Aidan rebounds & Fannie clasps her large, muscular arms around him. Before she can apply a Bear Hig fully, Aidan claps his arms around Fannie's head disrupting her concentration enough for her to let him go. Aidan kicks Fannie in the gut & tries to heft her over with a Suplex. He manages to do so, but it takes considerable effort on Aidan's part.* Tom: When taking on a... uh... woman with the size & strength of Fannie, it may be wiser for Aidan to adopt a different strategy than his usual array of Suplexes. *Executing the Suplex seems to have taken as much out of Aidan as it did to Fannie receiving it. Fannie stands again, as does Aidan. He charges right at Fannie. Fannie smashes Aidan with a tremendous Clothesline. Aidan is back up nearly right away, but he is clearly dazed by Fannie's assault. He wanders over in Fannie's direction & she immediately lifts Aidan up for a Suplex of her own. Fannie takes the time to show off, she holds Aidan up with one arm, flexing with the other. She performs a few deep knee-bends while she holds Aidan in the vertical position. After messing with him for a while, Fannie finally takes Aidan right over, slamming him onto the canvas as hard as she can. Fannie brushes her frizzy hair back with her right hand & makes the tag to Chaz. Aidan is still nursing his sore back when Chaz enters. As the hulking Scotsman approaches, Aidan tries to back up towards his own corner.* Tom: That's probably not very wise. Sean's offence had little effect on Fannie, I don't know why Aidan imagines it'd be any better against Chaz. *Chaz manages to catch Aidan's left foot when he's only a few scant inches away from the Team Ireland corner. Chaz drags Aidan up, only to be clocked with an Enzuigiri. Aidan makes the tag to Sean. Sean climbs to the top rope & waits for Chaz to stand again. Chaz begins to get up & Sean springs in hitting the massive Scot with a flying Tornado DDT.* Jeannie: Wow! You were wrong, Tom. Imagine that! Oh, there's so much sex in the ring right now. Tom: You may want to re-phrase that. Jeannie: No, I'm good... *Sean goes to make a cover on Chaz, but then stops & thinks for a moment. Rather than cover Chaz he goes to the top rope. Sean aims to land a Dublin Stomp on Chaz, but Stone rolls out of the way & Sean lands on both feet on the mat. Chaz immediately takes Sean over with a Release German Suplex. Sean rolls through the impact & is back on his feet again. He hits Chaz with a Dropsault right on the chest & then collapses in a heap. Sean is slowly crawling back towards Team Ireland's corner. Chaz, rather quickly, makes the tag to Fannie Package. Fannie enters through the ropes with surprising speed & makes it over to the Team Ireland corner, cutting Sean off. Sean tries to scoot through Fannie's legs, but Fannie reaches down & catches Sean by the waist-band of his trousers. She pulls him back & sets him up standing in front of her again. Aidan makes a gesture towards O'Hare & the Coach gets up on the apron, acting as if he's trying to enter the ring. The referee tries to stop the Coach from entering.* Tom: Had to know it was only a matter of time before Team Ireland resorted to tactics like that to win this match. Jeannie: They didn't have the longest Tag-Team Title reign of any team that defended the belts against more opposition than just Team Raft-Shack by not bending the rules every once in a while. *Aidan quickly runs into the ring as Fannie seems to be preparing to Powerbomb Sean. Aidan pulls Sean out of harm's way & nails Fannie with a low-blow. Fannie doubles over, yelling in pain.* Jeannie: YE-OWCH! Right in Fannie's Package. Tom: Wait a minute... Does that mean that Fannie...? Jeannie: She must have a... Both: Eeeew! *Sean & Aidan stomp away at the prone Fannie for a while until Aidan scoots out of the ring. Chaz Stone tries to enter to put a stop to the attack on his team-mate, but the referee, having finished with O'Hare then moves to stop Chaz entering. Chaz & Lana try to reason with the referee as Aidan tosses the Tricolour he was carrying in his entrance to Sean. Sean wraps the flag around Fannie's thick muscular neck & uses it to attempt to choke her out. Eventually the ref turns around to see Team Ireland's shenanigans. All he sees is Sean rolling the flag up & "Ballin'" it out of the ring.* Tom: Vintage Team Ireland! Jeannie: Ugh! Why must you go there? Tom: I don't KNOW, it just happens! *Sean hits a standing moonsault on the large woman, staying there for the pin.* 1... 2... *Not yet, as Fannie propels Sean off with authority. Not letting that stop him, he delivers a dropkick to the crown of Fannie, sending her back to the mat. He follows up with a double stomp to the skull, causing the fans to wince a bit. He tags in Aiden, who stalks Fannie, letting her close in on her corner before picking a leg and locking in an ankle lock. He cranks hard, ending her progress thus far.* Tom: Now they're just toying with Fannie. This is ridiculous! Jeannie: This is incredible, you mean! I'd have thought they'd be hamburger by now, honestly. Tom: Their experience seems to be paying off thus far. Jeannie: Let's see what happens when Chaz gets in there, that hunk. *Fannie continues to struggle to the corner, hand over hand, causing Aidan to try to drag her back to the middle of the ring. Failing that, he hurriedly drops the hold and leaps onto the woman, locking in a sleeper hold instead. This hold drags her to the ground again, on her side this time. Struggle though she may, she can't pry Aidan's arms out of the incredibly tight lock he's sunk around her neck. She seems to be fading, and the crowd starts booing as the referee starts counting her out.* 1... 2... 3-NO! *Fannie's arm shoots up defiantly as she recovers some strength and starts shaking her fist, summoning the momentum from the clapping crowd to roll onto her stomach. Such positioned, she starts doing pushups--with Aidan on her back. Aidan doesn't relent, but Fannie keeps showing off, finally getting back to her feet. Aidan desperately tries to bring her back down, but she decides to go down anyhow--sandwiching Aidan between her mighty mass and the mat with a carriage backdrop.* Tom: Both competitors are down! What a big change in momentum! Jeannie: Won't mean much if she can't get Chaz in there. *Chaz is losing it on the apron, begging Fannie to tag him in. Lana is cheering her on, as well. Sean cheers for Aidan to get back to him and let a fresh man into the match. Fannie crawls to her corner, Aidan to his, and it's a race to see who gets there first. Aidan does, as Fannie gets to her feet, and Sean blazes in and goes for a big move. It fails when Fannie catches him and plants him with a big spinebuster. She gets right back up and tags in Chaz, the crowd roaring in approval for the change in momentum.* Jeannie: Go Chaz! Look out, Sean! Tom: Can't make up your mind? Jeannie: No, I can't! Tom: Here, chew it over. *Hands her a Twix bar.* Jeannie: You sell out. *Chaz immediately hops to the top rope, looking to flatten Sean with the Flying Scotsman. Sean wisely rolls across half the ring to avoid the falling object. Too bad for him, then, that as he posed to mock the big man...the big man landed on his feet. As Sean turns back around, Chaz demolishes him with a spear! Chaz picks Sean up again and tosses him to the turnbuckle. Sean parrys a charging Chaz with a boot to the face, then goes to the top rope. He leaps off with a body press, but Chaz catches him and flings him halfway across the ring with the Emerauld Reekie, roaring to the delight of the fans.* Tom: Ack. Goodbye, Sean's ribs. Jeannie: Eh, that's not the part I care about. Tom: Likely doesn't matter at this point--something like that makes EVERYTHING hurt. *Chaz tromps back to his foe and heaves the smallest member of Team Ireland to his feet, then puts him up for a suplex. He holds him there for a nice long time, spinning him around for all the crowd to see. Aidan charges in to stop the display of power, but is met with a big boot to the chest for his troubles. All this, and Chaz refuses to drop Sean, whose face is turning a strange shade of purple from the blood flowing into his head. Suddenly, Chaz switches hands and slams Sean to the mat with a massive chokeslam! This he follows up with pinfall...* Tom: Emerald City Crash! Here's the count! 1... 2... 3-NO! *Chaz backs off to set Sean up for something. Lana sees Coach O'Hare sneaking towards Chaz, Hurley in hand, ready to wreak havoc upon his plans. Grabbing the nearest thing she can, the Saltre for Chaz's entrance, she readies her next action. Chaz, meanwhile, backs closer to the ropes, grinning and waiting for Sean to get back up.* Jeannie: Chaz, LOOK OUT! Tom: Not so loud, Jeannie, crap! You nearly blew out my eardrum! *Coach O'Hare hops onto the apron, and in one fell swoop, he brings the Hurley to bear against Chaz's skull. At least, that's what happened in his head, when he planned it out. What actually happened was he swung the Hurley, but before it connected with Chaz's head, it was blocked by a long flagpole, at the end of which is attached the flag of Scotland. As he turns his head, following the flagpole down to its wielder, a normally timid Cajun woman, he becomes understandably irate. As Lana realizes what just happened, her face flushes and she takes off, correctly predicting that O'Hare would come after her. What neither one counted on was Coach O'Hare getting clubbed by the two beefy forearms of Fannie Package as she descended upon him with an axe handle smash from the apron.* Tom: Coach O'Hare is down! Jeannie: Okay, the red-headed chick just proved useful. I must say I'm surprised. *Chaz, cognizant to all of this going on, is a little distracted by it all. This leads Sean to try a roll-up as he follows the action. Chaz refuses to go down, and buckles Sean with an elbow to the temple. Aidan tries to rush Chaz, but Chaz drops to the mat, bringing the top rope with him. This sends Aidan to the floor, right onto Coach O'Hare. As Coach O'Hare cusses out Aidan, and the ref tries to sort everything out, Fannie joins Chaz in the ring. A woozy Sean tumbles about, until captured by Chaz. Chaz puts him up in a torture rack. Fannie, her back to Chaz's, pulls down on the other side of Sean in the same position. They both crank down on his back in unison, causing him to yelp in pain. Then, they end the hold with a double inverted DVD--their tag finisher!* Tom: Hatchi-matchi! What a move! Chaz with the cover, here's the count! 1... 2... 3! *DING DING DING!* The Fink: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners by pinfall...CHAAAAAZ STONE AND FANNIIIIIEE PACKAAAAGE! *Chaz stands back up, holding his hands high. He gives the crowd a friendly roar as Lana makes her way into the ring, flag in hand. Fannie and Lana share a hug that nearly crushes poor Lana as Sean rolls out of the ring wearily, the bells ringing in his ears. Chaz gives Fannie a high five, then encourage Lana to do the same. Lana has to jump to get that high, but she does. Coach O'Hare, meanwhile, harangues his charges verbally as they recover, nearly about the beat them with the Hurley.* Tom: A big win for two big wrestlers--they might have a case for the tag belts after all! Jeannie: I wouldn't mind seeing some gold around Chaz's sexy waist, but I'd hope he wouldn't take it from the White Boys. *The celebration continues in the ring as Team Ireland slinks away in defeat. The crowd eggs them on, and Chaz and Fannie prop Lana on their shoulders, one each, while she waves the flag, somewhat nervous of her seating. The match fades to a promotional spot for the next PPV.*
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Post by Jett Ripley on Mar 31, 2009 14:36:55 GMT -5
Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the undisputed W*I*G Women’s Championship. All non-participants are excluded from being at ringside under penalty of one-year suspension without pay. Disqualification will result in the winner being the sole champion. Introducing first… * “Moskau” breaks out onto the speakers of the Colvitron as Ykaterina Milosanova steps out onto the stage to cheers, the EWT GND Championship wrapped around her waist. She glances out at all of the audience members, her head titled to the side for a few moments, and begins walking down the aisle.* Finkel: From Yaroslavl, Russia, weighing in at 142 pounds…she is the EWT GND Champion…YYYYKATERINA MILOSANOOOOVAAA! Jeannie: Oh great, look who it is. I don’t even know why the fans like her. I mean, she’s obviously not hot—why else is she wearing a mask?—and her actual success is questionable. Tom: Like how she beat Vile for the GND Championship last Pay Per View? I mean sure, she hasn’t been here for long, but— Jeannie: And my point is proven. *Ykaterina slaps hands with the fans on her way down to the ring, and upon getting to the ring itself, jumps onto the apron, her hands on the top rope, faces the stage, and jumps up onto the top rope backwards, springboarding off backward with a backflip and landing on her feet. Milosanova removes her championship belt, handing it to the referee, and waits in the middle of the ring as her music fades out.* Finkel: And her opponent… * "St Anger" emits soon after from the Colvintron, the crowd booing loudly at this, as the WIG Women's Champion steps out from the back, a nasty scowl across her face. Her title belt drapes across her neck as usual, like some sort of giant necklace. She slowly licks her nasty lips, before stomping down the rampway, eager to meet up with your opponent in the ring.* Finkel: Representing the Innocent, from the Land of Purity, weighing in at 200 pounds, she is the WIG Women's Champion, Rosie! Jeannie: And her, now? Wow, I might as well fall asleep during these women’s matches. They’re all the same…slap-kick-hair pull-slap. Tom: You sure you haven’t slept through all of them already? *Quickly, the woman leaps up onto the ring apron, glaring right at her opponent as she does so, before she steps inside the ring. Rosie then steps into the center of the ring, reaching now over to her neck and slowly pulling that belt off from around her neck, before holding it up high above her head with a sneer! She then immediately yanks it down and slaps it across her shoulder, firmly patting across the plate with a hideous smirk. She then shoves it into the referee's grasp, nearly knocking him over, as he quickly takes it to the outside. Rosie then stomps to the center of the ring herself and glares right at the masked Ykaterina, cracking her neck slowly, followed soon by her knuckles. She then simply motions for her opponent to bring it on.* DING DING DING! *As the bell rings, Ykaterina and Rosie both glare straight at each other. They walk up to one another and quickly lock up. Rosie immediately forces Ykaterina back, who lets go and slips around Rosie, ducking down and sweep kicking her in the back of the left leg. She jumps up and dodges back as Rosie lunges at her, attempting to grab her. Rosie throws a wide punch, which Ykaterina ducks as she attempts to arm drag Rosie over her shoulder. Rosie just lowers her center of gravity, blocking the move, and with her other arm pushes Milosanova away from her and down to the mat. Milosanova stumbles to get up, but all of a sudden is knocked back down with a hard clothesline. Rosie stomps her a few times in the abdomen and drops down, making a cover.* 1! 2! KICKOUT! Tom: Rosie’s going on the offense here, and she’s making it clear to Ykaterina Milosanova just how dangerous it is to meet her in the ring, toe-to-toe. *Ykaterina rolls to the side, getting back up to her feet and shaking her head slightly in attempt to clear the cobwebs out of her head. Suddenly Rosie charges at her again, and Ykaterina jumps up, grabbing her in a facelock in mid-air. She spins around as if to hit a tornado DDT, but Rosie, instead of going down with her, holds her up. She winds back, and goes to slam Milosanova, but Ykaterina manages to wriggle out and flips over top of her, still holding onto Rosie’s head. Ykaterina applies a hanging sleeper, her left leg wrapped around Rosie in a half scissors while she uses her right to knee her larger opponent repeatedly in the back. Rosie swings her right elbow, trying to knock the Russian off of her, and Milosanova turns slightly, the elbow missing its mark by a few inches. Turning back, Milosanova hits another knee to Rosie’s back. Rosie swings her elbow again, but misses. Finally, looking a little frustrated, she drops backwards, attempting to crush Milosanova off of her. But Ykaterina releases the half-scissors and flips back in front of Rosie, landing on her feet in front of her as Rosie goes crashing to the mat. Rosie sits herself up, snarling at Ykaterina who responds simply by putting her hands on her rounded hips and tilting her head to the side. Rosie gets to her feet, but as soon as she does, she receives a running dropkick from Milosanova that knocks her into the ropes. Ykaterina backs up and runs Rosie, who picks her up and throws her over her shoulder and behind her, over the top rope. Milosanova grabs onto the rope after being flipped over, and lands on the apron. Rosie, believing her opponent to be out of the ring, walks forward a few steps and turns around, only to see Ykaterina jump onto the top rope and leap off, connecting a torpedo dropkick that sends her falling onto her back again. Ykaterina drops down and hooks the leg.* 1! 2! KICKOUT! Jeannie: Whew, that was close! Tom: I thought you didn’t like either of them. Jeannie: While that’s true, the fans like Ykaterina more, therefore I hate her more. *With a very strong push, Rosie forces Milosanova right off of her. As both of them get back up, Ykaterina throws a roundhouse kick to the head, which Rosie blocks. She spins Ykaterina around leg-first and clubs her in the back of the head, causing Milosanova to stumble downwards. Before she hits the mat, Rosie grabs her around the abdomen, turns her around and slams her with a Uranage. Rosie picks Ykaterina up by the head and whips her into the ropes. As Ykaterina Milosanova comes bouncing back, Rosie throws a clothesline, which Ykaterina ducks while running. Milosanova runs into the opposite ropes and executes a baseball slide to Rosie’s left leg, taking her down to a knee, and quickly gets up, getting behind Rosie. As Rosie gets back up to her feet, she throws a wide punch that Ykaterina drops under, sweep kicking the W*I*G Women’s Champion in the left leg again. Rosie staggers back as Milosanova gets back up to her feet, grabs Rosie’s right leg and takes her off of her feet with a dragon screw. With Rosie down on the mat, Milosanova grabs both legs and locks in a Texas Cloverleaf.* Tom: Now a submission hold from Ykaterina! Will that be it?! Jeannie: Blah blah blah. We’ve heard it before. Maybe I’m wrong here, but when was the last time someone in this company won a title match on a submission hold THAT fast? *After a short period of time, the ref asks Rosie if she’s willing to submit to the hold, but she defiantly answers with a rather loud “NO!” as she rolls over, onto her back, forcing the smaller Milosanova to roll with her and let go of the Cloverleaf. Ykaterina jumps back up to her feet, but Rosie gets up with surprising speed and sends her staggering back with a huge punch. Milosanova turns back forward, slightly stunned, and receives a big shoulder to the stomach that knocks her half-over. At this, Rosie grabs Milosanova and turns her around, and back-to-back, picks the Russian up by the neck with a Guillotine Choke. The referee admonishes Rosie for this move, who ignores him. He then proceeds to count.* 1! 2! 3! 4! *Rosie’s about to let go, but suddenly, she notices the amount of weight she has to hold severely drop—Ykaterina, using her legs, pushes off of Rosie’s back and flips over her, forcing Rosie to let go as she grabs her around the head and drills her into the mat, face-first with a Complete Shot. Quickly, she goes for the pin.* Tom: Complete shot, and what a counter! You could hear the impact that made on the ring. 1! 2! KICKOUT! Jeannie: Yeah, and I can see the impact that’s making on Rosie’s anger. I don’t think that’s a wise idea, trying to agitate her. Especially considering that her being angry is one of her more dangerous points… *Again, Rosie kicks out with a distinct sense of authority, and getting up, she gnashes her teeth. Ykaterina attempts to knock her back down with a kick to the face, but Rosie blocks it, and holding onto Ykaterina’s leg, tosses her off her feet and onto the mat. Wasting no second, Rosie mounts the GND Champion and begins pounding at her with two clenched fists. Milosanova covers herself up but the repeated hammering on her arms knocks them to the side for a brief moment. In anger, Rosie winds a hand back, but due to the sheer amount of closed-handed shots, the referee orders her to relent at risk of a disqualification. Rosie simply turns the punches into forearms, and after a few more big shots, gets up and picks Milosanova up by the head. Rosie lifts Ykaterina up, placing her horizontally against her shoulders and executes a Samoan Drop, before going for the pin.* 1! 2! KICKOUT! Tom: Again, Rosie’s displaying her power game in this one. It may not be graceful— Jeannie: What about her is? Tom: —but it’s still effective all the same. *Ykaterina gets the shoulder up, and Rosie immediately gets back up to her feet, grabbing Milosanova by the hair and lifting her up in vertical suplex position. She walks Milosanova, suspended straight up in the air, to a corner and tries to slam her stomach-first into the highest turnbuckle. Curling her legs up, Milosanova blocks the slam by landing onto her feet, and pushes back off, jumping into mid-air. Grabbing onto one of Rosie’s arms, Ykaterina executes an armdrag that throws the W*I*G Women’s Champion off of her feet, causing her to crash onto her back. As Ykaterina gets back up, her composure regained, Rosie jumps back up to her feet and throws a wild lariat at the Russian. Milosanova slides under it, kicking Rosie’s legs out from under her and forcing her back down onto the mat, face-first. Ykaterina runs perpendicular to the downed champion and drops a senton onto the back of Rosie’s two legs. With Rosie still down, Milosanova runs over to one of the turnbuckles and leaps off. But Rosie, with shocking speed, is able to get up to her feet in the meantime, catching the airborne Milosanova. She attempts to go for a powerslam, but Ykaterina wriggles free and, dropping down to the mat, spins around behind Rosie and hits a low, stiff kick to the pits of her knees, causing her to stumble forward and into the ropes. Milosanova turns around to throw a spinning roundhouse to the turning Rosie, but Rosie catches it and spins her leg around, tumbling Milosanova to the mat. Rosie drops a knee and Milosanova rolls out of the way before getting back to her feet. Ykaterina quickly runs into the ropes, bouncing back and rolling forward for the Nemodno, but Rosie leans back, dodging it entirely. Again, Ykaterina gets back to her feet, turning around, but Rosie manages to catch her with a lariat this time.* Jeannie: Yes! I could hear that one from here! Tom: I think it’s wrong you enjoyed that…but I have to agree, that was impressively loud. *Instead of going for the pin, Rosie picks her opponent back up and whips her into a corner. As Ykaterina turns around, Rosie charges straight at her and jumps at her, connecting with a running Avalanche. Rosie pops a few more big forearms into Ykaterina’s face and once again whips Ykaterina into a corner, this one being opposite to the current one that they are in. Once again, the cornered Milosanova turns around, a bit dazed, and Rosie again charges at her, this time leaning downward and sticking a shoulder up. She picks up speed, barreling towards Milosanova, but Milosanova quickly pushes herself out of the way, diving mere feet from Rosie who goes crashing into the corner, shoulder-first. Meanwhile, with the stunned Rosie’s head sticking out from under the top rope and outside the ring, Milosanova quickly gets up to her feet and jumps to the corner adjacent to the one Rosie is still in. She turns around and carefully running along the top rope towards that corner, she leaps up and drops a leg right across Rosie’s head. The Women’s Champion falls backwards to the mat as Milosanova lands outside. Still not quite back to normal from the avalanche earlier, Milosanova slowly gets back up to her feet, stretching her neck for a moment to recuperate slightly. She slides into the ring as fast as possible and covers the still-downed Rosie. 1! KICKOUT! Tom: Downright brutal leg drop… Jeannie: Yeah, but Rosie’s still in this, and I don’t think a one-count denotes “brutal.” Tom: You’d be right…if not for the fact that there was a gap of time between that move and the pin. *With the dazed Milosanova’s landing buying her precious extra seconds, Rosie kicks out with relatively little trouble and is once again back up to her feet, looking even angrier than she did before. Milosanova simply glares right back at her, gasping a bit for air from behind that mask, as Rosie stares right back, seemingly deciding what to do next. However before she can decide, Milosanova immediately charges in, unloading with a flurry of vicious kicks to the lower base of her opponent. Rosie grimaces slightly as each one connects, slowly backing up against the ropes from the force. Ykaterina then steps back and measure her opponent, quickly charging full speed and leaping up high with a spinning wheel kick! Rosie however catches her in mid move, launching her high up into the air, then sending her crashing to the outside with a brutal flapjack! The crowd gasps in horror as Ykaterina's body bounces hard off the outside, the masked woman now groaning in noticeable pain, rolling around on the outside as she clutches at her chest. Soon, a more than appropriate 'Holy Shit" echoes throughout the arena, Rosie simply acknowledging these with a satisfied sneer. She slowly rolls outside the ring, scooping Ykaterina up from off the canvas, then quickly chucking her inside the ring. She then quickly makes a motion around her waist, perhaps signifying this one is over. The woman then rolls back into the ring, dropping down and hooking the leg. * 1! 2! SHOULDER UP! Jeannie: Dammit! I was sure that she had her! *Ykaterina manages to lift that shoulder of her's off the canvas just in time to beat the three count. Rosie looks on with a bit of shock, that once sneering face now twisting into a more common scowl. She harshly yanks Ykaterina from off the mat, before immediately pulling her right into a vicious knee, sending the Russian hunching over in pain atop of it. Rosie then rears back and drives a second one against that chest area, bending over over further, then rearing back with a third especially powerful one, catching Ykaterina once more and sending her gasping desperately for air. Rosie then quickly follows up, hoisting her high in her arms, then driving her down hard with a gutbuster, Ykaterina letting out another gasp of pain behind her masked face, as she grasps desperately at her chest area. Rosie then shoves her back down to the canvas, eyes lowering as she bounces off the ropes, then coming back with an Earthquake style Splash, straddling and crushing Ykaterina's ribcage with her weight, the GND champion yelping out in pain! Rosie quickly gets back off and covers her, a satisfied smirk on her face.* 1! 2! SHOULDER UP! Jeannie: What, she’s still in this? Tom: You can’t count Ykaterina Milosanova out. She may not be the biggest or the strongest of the ladies in W*I*G, and pardon me if I’m generalizing here, but she demonstrates that old Russian trait of pure resilience. Every time she’s been knocked down, she’s gotten back up, and gotten retribution. Jeannie: Yeah, maybe, but she keeps getting knocked down all the same…maybe that’s why she started wearing that mask. *Once again, Ykaterina manages to get her shoulder up. Rosie looks on in annoyance, as she quickly pulls Ykaterina up off her feet, only to get a few quick forearms in retaliation from the resilient Ykaterina. Rosie stumbles back slightly, grasping at her face, as the GND Champion rubs at her chest once more, before bouncing off the ropes and leaping back with a high crossbody! Rosie however instantly snatches her in mid air, before bringing down instantly across the knee with a Rib Breaker, perhaps literally in this case! Ykaterina lets out another gasp of pain, as she grabs at the area once more. Rosie however isn't done, as she hoists her back up quickly, then driving her back down once more with a second one, Ykaterina gasping in pain once more. Rosie then pulls her back up yet again, a huge sneer on her face, as she now presses Ykaterina over her head, pumping her cockily up above like a human dumb bell, then military pressing her high into the air, sending her crashing down onto her chest once again! Ykaterina gasps once again for air, barely looking able to breath at this point, as Rosie rubs at her face slightly from those forearms, before rolling Ykaterina onto her back once more. She then makes another quick cover.* 1! 2! SHOULDER UP! Tom: Wow! She’s still in this! Jeannie: I don’t get it! Why can’t she just stay down?! *For the third time, Ykaterina shoots her shoulder from off the canvas, refusing to give in. The WIG Women's Champion simply looks in with hatred at her opponent, teeth clenching slightly as it seems she's getting quite frustrated with her opponent's resilience. Slowly Ykaterina begins to push back to her feet, only for Rosie to immediately scoop her up in her arms, immediately compressing tightly in a brutal bear hug, now intently squeezing the air right out of Ykaterina's lungs. The woman of Yaroslavl once again starts gasping in pain, desperately wriggling around to try and escape. Once again she tries to fight free with a few forearms, Rosie grimacing as they connect. She however immediately puts a stop to this, momentarily loosening her grip as she delivers a vicious ear clap to Ykaterina, dazing her further. Rosie then locks in her opponent's own limbs, before hulking her back up with ease and resuming this vicious bearhug. The now helpless Ykaterina now looks on in horror, squirming and wriggling desperately as she is once again helpless in her opponent's clasp. Rosie now starts swinging her around wildly in that tight hold, showing off her much greater strength in comparision, as Ykaterina is shaken about like a rag doll, slowly succumbing to the effects of this submission move, along with all the damage already done to her chest earlier on. Soon enough, Ykaterina falls under, as the referee finally steps in, now checking to make sure that Ykaterina can continue on.* Jeannie: Come on, Rosie! End this thing! She’s done for! 1! No Response. 2! Still no response. 3... *Ykaterina manages to keep that arm from falling completely on the third lift, not quite out of this match just yet! Rosie eyes look on in absolute shock. She immediately lowers Ykaterina in her arms, quickly cutting her throat, then tossing the woman overhead with a belly to belly suplex! Ykaterina however somehow lands on her feet, managing to catch her balance as she holds onto the ropes, panting softly. She then charges full speed from behind, clipping an unaware Rosie with a sliding dropkick, bringing her down to a knee! Rosie grabs at the leg in pain, looking down at it in disbelief, then looking back up just in time to see Ykaterina deliver a more successful Nemodno! Rosie goes down hard, grasping at her face in pain, as Ykaterina lays sprawled out on the mat, gasping desperately for air, as she clutches at her chest. The referee checks on both women, now immediately starting a ten count.* Tom: Both women have something big on the line here. Both women have bad blood with each other. And both women know this is for keeps. And now this match is really getting to both of them! 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! *However, just before the ten count, Rosie and Ykaterina both manage to get back to their feet. Rosie looks with fury, as she immediately charges forward with a standing Lariat. Ykaterina however manages to duck underneath, then catching the woman as she turns around with a quick roundhouse kick right to the side of the head! Rosie gasps in pain, stumbling back from the force. Ykaterina then follows with a second high kick, nailing her from the other side, sending the monstrous WIG Women's Champion stumbling even further. She then leaps back, then fires off a quick super kick! Rosie however grabs her by the leg in mid move, throwing her back with the momentum! Ykaterina however lands on her feet, then immediately spins around and goes into a fluid Pele kick, nailing Rosie in the face and sending her crashing down to the canvas! The crowd cheers loudly as Ykaterina grasps at her chest slightly, then charges forward and springs off the ropes with a Split Leg Moonsault, landing atop Rosie and driving the air out of her own chest. She then quickly goes for a pin attempt!* 1! 2! SHOULDER UP! Tom: Rosie manages to get out of that moonsault just in time. As much as I disagree with her tactics— Jeannie: What’s wrong with them? Tom: —I have to admit, she’s got some serious toughness. *Rosie manages to shoot her own shoulder from up off the canvas, not quite done just yet. She pushes back to her feet, but Ykaterina is ready for her, bouncing off the ropes once more, then leaping high over her head and taking her down with a flipping neckbreaker! Rosie goes down face first into the canvas, grasping at her neck in pain as well. She once again gets to her feet, as Ykaterina almost immediately hops atop her shoulders, Rosie now looking on in surprise, trying to shake her free! A bit too late however as Ykaterina positions herself, then dives off and takes Rosie down to the canvas once more with a Hungover Hurricane! The larger woman goes rolling along the mat, grasping further at her neck, as well as the back area. Ykaterina meanwhile rises back to her feet, taking another quick breather as she grasps at her chest. The Russian then ascends to the top turnbuckle, then leaping up high with a leg drop, driving it down hard across Rosie's throat, sending her gasping in pain! Ykaterina then quickly drops down, covering Rosie once more and looking for the decisive victory!* 1! 2! SHOULDER UP! Tom: I could’ve sworn Ykaterina had it…but Rosie’s still keeping in this match. Jeannie: Now who’s the one getting frustrated? *Yet again, the WIG Women's Champion gets that shoulder off her's off the mat in time. Ykaterina is now the one that's looking a bit surprised. She quickly yanks the woman off the canvas to her feet. However, as soon as she does, Rosie hoists her up high and charges full speed, driving her back first against the turnbuckle! Ykaterina gasps in pain, Rosie now grasping closely on that neck of her's, rubbing over it intently. She then manages to rise back up, now unloading with a series of furious shoulder tackles, driving even more air out her opponent. She then bounces back with a final one, only for Ykaterina to counter, leaping over her and taking her into a sunset flip!* 1! 2! KICK OUT! Tom: If I can answer your most recent question now…I’d have to go ahead and save Rosie… *Rosie manages to escape, looking absolutely furious now, as she grabs at her neck once more. Ykaterina quickly arches back up from behind her, leaping atop the turnbuckle, then grabbing her from behind, once again looking for a Tornado DDT! Rosie however immediately turns around and forces her off, sending her falling off the turnbuckle! However, instead of crashing to the outside once more, Ykaterina manages to grab the turnbuckle and swing back around, landing on the apron once more! Rosie meanwhile cockily dusts her hands off, a huge sneer across her face. She then turns around, just in time to get taken down by a diving crossbody from Ykaterina, sending her back down to the canvas, as Ykaterina once again attempts a pin!* 1! 2! 3KICKOUT! Jeannie: Unbelievable! Did you see that?! Tom: I did—and I must say, I’m kind of surprised too. I was sure Ykaterina’d have had her there…but then again, Rosie is pretty darn tough. *Just before the ref's hand can come down for the final three count, Rosie manages to fight out of yet another pin attempt. Ykaterina rises back to her feet once more, grasping at her chest once again, as it seems that crossbody may have had some ill effects. She quickly measures the rising Rosie once more, quickly aiming a high kick, only for Rosie to duck underneath it, then scoop Ykaterina high into the air, hoisting her atop her shoulders, then sending her back down with a Fireman's Carry DDT! Ykaterina crashes back down to the canvas, grasping at chest once more, as Rosie rubs further over her own neck, definitely feeling the effects from Ykaterina's own assault. She then immediately drops down, turning the Russian over and covering for a pin!* 1! 2! SHOULDER UP! Tom: Can you feel that? That’s the intensity in this match. And it’s not getting any thinner. *Ykaterina however once again manages to send that shoulder flying up off the canvas. Rosie looks on with absolutely fury, now slamming her fist heavily into the mat with a loud thud. She rubs at her neck briefly, before quickly cross her throat once again. The woman quickly yanks Ykaterina up by the neck, rearing back with her arm and unleashing a powerful lariat! Ykaterina however catches her by the arm somehow, then immediately rolls forward and takes Rosie into a rolling armbar! She then quickly transitions, locking the larger woman in a sharpshooter, before reaching forward and yanking back on her neck as well with a camel clutch! Rosie's eyes immediately widen in pain, as she starts pounding the mat furiously, refusing to give in. Ykaterina however doesn't give up either, cranking even harder on that neck with his hold, intent on making her opponent tap and claiming both title belts! Rosie's eyes begin to water in pain, as she feels the intense pain on her neck, but she refuses to submit. Instead she starts rocking from beneath Ykaterina, trying to make her loose balance. The Russian however doesn't let this deter her, simply clinching on even tighter, as she looks intent on making Rosie tap just like she did Vile last month!* Tom: Ykaterina Milosanova’s got a heck of a submission hold locked in…will history repeat itself? Jeannie: I sure hope not. *Ykaterina continues to crank hard across on that neck, the crowd cheering loudly, looking eager to see the dominant WIG Women's Champion finally lose! Rosie however adamantly refuses to surrender, face reddening as she looks on with an intense anger Ykaterina continues to wrench back as hard as she can, still intent on the victory. However, before she can pull it off, Rosie manage to free one of her arms, immediately reaching back and poking Ykaterina from right inside her mask's eyeholes! Immediately she loosens her grip, grasping immediately at her masked face. Luckily the ref misses this blatant cheating. Rosie then quickly rises back up, grabbing Ykaterina from behind and quickly pulling her up, then unleashing a second head pick up lariat, connecting this time and sending Ykaterina for a loop! Rosie then grasps desperately at her throat, trying to catch her breath once more. Ykaterina meanwhile lies in a heap on the mat, barely moving at this point. Rosie gazes down at her and gives a look of pure hatred. She then grabs her by an arm and drags over towards the nearest turnbuckle. She rubs at her neck once again, before quickly signaling once more for the end. She then ascend the turnbuckle, the crowd looking on in shock at this! Rosie then looks down intently at her downed opponent, leaping up as high as she can, then coming down and crushing Ykaterina with a diving body splash! Ykaterina gasps once more in pain, as she feels Rosie now caving in her chest. The WIG Women's Champion looks down and smirks, quickly hooking the leg for the pin.* 1! 2! 3 SHOULDER UP! Tom: Again, another near-fall. *Ykaterina somehow, someway, gets that shoulder off the mat once more. Rosie nows looks absolutely enraged, face absolutely red in anger, as she pants slowly. This match has definitely taken her to her limits. She looks back towards the turnbuckle once more, then looks down with a sick grin. She once again climbs atop the turnbuckle, measuring Ykaterina now and signaling for the end. However before she can leap off, Ykaterina somehow rises back up to her feet, charging up towards the turnbuckle and leaping atop, nailing Rosie with a vicious forearm, then setting her up and leaping off, taking them both down to the mat with a Sloboizverzhenie! The crowd explodes in cheers, a practically lifeless Ykaterina now laying down on the mat, Rosie nearby in a similiar state. Slowly Ykaterina begins crawling over towards the champion, now draping an arm for a desperation pin!* 1! 2! 3 FOOT ON THE ROPES! Tom: That’s got to have to be a lot to withstand. Yet, again, as a testament to her raw toughness, Rosie is still in this match. Jeannie: There’s a reason she won that title, ya know. *With one last ounce of strength, Rosie gets her foot draped atop the bottom rope nearby. The crowd boos angrily at this, Ykaterina slowly sitting up on the canvas. She holds her masked face in assumed disbelief, rubbing over her forehead slowly. She pushes back to her feet once more, barely able to stand at this point. She now watches as Rosie begins to rise as well, now bracing herself. Almost immediately, the monstrous woman lunges in with a desperation lariat! Ykaterina manages to duck underneath it, only for the move to connect instead with the official! The crowd immediately begins booing, as Ykaterina immediately rises back up, leaping atop of Rosie and quickly locking in the Reki Stretch on her! Once again feeling this pressure on her neck, Rosie can barely contain the pain rushing through her body. Almost immediately she begins tapping out in pure desperation!* Tom: The crowd is on its feet! If Ykaterina Milosanova had something to prove, she’s certainly done it right now. Jeannie: Yeah, maybe…but the referee isn’t awake yet, so that’s entirely moot all the same. *However, the referee is of course in no position to see her do so. Soon realizing this, Ykaterina quickly walks over, now leaning down and checking on the downed referee, trying to bring him back to conciousness. However, while she is doing so, Rosie manages to roll out of the ring. Ykaterina continues to try and awaken the official, so she can win this match. She finally notices him starting to push back to his feet, only to turn around just in time to get the GND Title belt smashed right into her face! Ykaterina goes down in heap, grasping desperately at her masked face. Rosie then quickly slides said belt out of the ring, then slips behind Ykaterina and clinches in the Fury Grasp! She wrenches viciously back across her opponent's throat, nearly prying her head off from the force. Ykaterina is at this point completely down and out from that brutal belt shot to her face. Rosie throws in a few limp fists to the face as well, as the referee manages to crawl over. All the while, the crowd is booing with white hot fury, absolutely pissed about this state of affairs. Ykaterina however has been completely taken out of the things, making her unable to resist this submission. The referee quickly checks on Ykaterina, holding her up and letting it drop.* 1! 2! 3! Finkel: Here is your winner... and the UNDISPUTED WIG Women's Champion, Rosie! Tom: NO! Jeannie: YES! Tom: How can this have happened again? Ykaterina Milosanova has been fighting against this sort of thing since she got here…and it’s happened to her again. Jeannie: I know, it’s great, isn’t it? *The crowd continues booing loudly, as Rosie finally pushes the now limp Ykaterina off of her form, slowly rising back to her feet and clutching desperately at her neck. She then triumphantly pumps her fist high into the air. She then drops back down to her knees, face drenched in sweat, as she grasps desperately at her throat. Almost immediately after, the familiar young man known as Joshua heads out to ringside, sliding inside the ring and helping his ally keep her balance. Rosie looks on with the falsest sense pride possible, as the referee heads to the outside of the ring, grabbing both titles and returning to the ring, presenting them both to the now undisputed champion. Rosie grabs both of the belts by their straps, a huge sneer on her face now, as she now holds both of the titles up high above her head, in her mind proving herself as the true women's champion. Joshua then helps her to stay balanced, a smile on his own face. The two of them quickly make their exit out of the ring, as Ykaterina slowly sits up inside the ring. She seems absolutely stunned by this turn of events. However, perhaps showing their sympathy, the crowd begins to give Ykaterina somewhat of an ovation for her efforts here tonight. The former GND Champion simply nods her masked head, grasping at her chest once more. She then acknowledges the fans with a nod, before slowly making her out of the ring, rubbing at her masked face in pain. If that were not present, she would most certainly have donned a different one, made of crimson. She manages to step back through the ropes, grasping at her chest yet again, before finally making her way back up the ramp and to the backstage area.* Tom: I hope this isn’t the last we’ll see between these two…it’d be a travesty if it is. *We then cut to a video package for the still to come Synthy vs Coltrane WIG World Title Rematch.*
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We cut to the backstage, as John Cena is seen standing by with the man we saw earlier, one Aqil Ghassan, still clad in that same attire we last saw him in. John Cena: Well Mr. Ghassan... earlier tonight you had some rather... well, harsh words about the Innocent. As a matter of fact, that may have been the angriest statement you've made since arriving here in WIG. Tell me... how does it feel to get that off your chest? Aqil simply looks at John with a rather dour look, then looking close. Aqil: My words may have been harsh... but they were words that those people needed to he... Suddenly, Aqil gets taken down from out of nowhere, as a surprisingly agile Earnest charges in and rams into him with his massive body! The Arabian goes down in a heap, as the towering man immediately bends down and starts unloading with a brutal series of fists to the face, Aqil completely off guard and unable to defend himself. Earnest keeps beating him senseless with his massive arms as he straddles Ghassan's prone shape. Cena meanwhile just states on in horror, slowly backing away from the scene. Earnest continues raining down his massive fists, as Aqil tries to defend himself from the assault of this larger man, his forehead eventually being opened up by this hail of fists. Blood slowly leaks from a gash in his forehead, as he looks on in agony, a pained expression across his face. Earnest then reaches down and rips that headrobe off the man's head, than taking it and wrapping it around his throat, now violently choking the breath right out of him with it! Aqil's eyes bug out in horror, as he struggles desperately to try and force this much larger man off of him. Earnest meanwhile hoists him up into the air, jerking him back and forth as he strangles the life almost completely out of him. Thankfully before he can do so completely, a hail of security storms in, desperately pulling the huge man off of Aqil's prone form. The Arabian man simply flops to the floor in a heap, a pool of blood soaking the ground around him. Cena returns to the scene, slowly bending down and checking on the man. Cena: ... We need some help!!! We immediately cut back to the scene of the WIGSphere, as well as the... horrified faces of both Bailey and Lawless, both of them at a loss for words. Bailey: Ladies and gentlemen... we apologize for that... that completely unprovoked attack you just witnessed. Lawless: THAT SON OF A BITCH! He may have ruined that perfect complexion of Aqil's for life! Bailey: And to think... this all started just because Aqil had the nerve to actually question the Innocent's methods... these people are deranged. Lawless: Damn right! We quickly cut back to the ring, as Howard Finkel is getting ready to announce the next match. Howard Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. There is a wage over this match for the winners. If the Latin Lovers win the match, then they will get a date with Synthy Eris and Lexi Dyionysi. However, if Tristan Hades and his mystery partner win the match, then Tristan will get to whip Guillermo Miramontes’s back with any weapon he desires. *The Latin Lover’s music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZVZX-W3vo9IFinkel: Introducing first, coming down the aisle, at a combined weight of 522 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 white wrestling trunks with “Te quiero” in purple on the butt, white elbow and knee pads with a white heart on them, and purple boots with “GM in white on them. Casimiro has on white tights with “Catalina” in purple on the butt, white elbow and knee pads with white hearts on them, and purple boots with “CM” in white 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 Colvintron. They both blow a kiss to the crowd, and then some pyro goes off, creating a heart design.* Jeannie Lawless: Yes! This is the match that I’ve been looking forward to the most! Tom Bailey: Even more than TNT and Damien Blood VS L. Rey and James “Magnum” Constance. Jeannie: Yes, because that match wasn’t promised at the last PPV and didn’t happen. Tom: That is true. *Tristan Hades’s music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOgUSNhavSQFinkel: And, their opponents, introducing first, coming down the aisle, at 6 feet 8 inches, weighing at 275 pounds, from Indianapolis, Indiana—TRISTAN HADES. *Tristan comes out to the boos of the crowd. He is wearing black jeans and silver wrestling boots. The Latin Lovers stare at Tristan from the ring he walks down. Tristan has stalked out, glaring and looking behind him. No one has followed him out and as of yet, no one knows if he even HAS a partner. Suddenly the lights flare violet...and then flicker to the W*I*G*Sphere, where Synthy Eris is stretching and preparing for her own match later on. She stands straight, and tilts her head at the camera.* Synthy: Ladies and gentlemen, Latin Lovers. My brother does have a partner tonight, courtesy NOT of myself or Lexi, nor his oh-so-sociable behavior backstage...but because I called in a favor. Tristan, you owe you me for this. You had to go and ostracize every male in the back, didn't you? *She sighs* Well, I found you a partner. And let me remind you...beggars definitely can not be choosers. Have fun, boys. *With a smartass wave, Synthy returns to her stretching as....* Jeannie: He'll be hot. There's too much hot in this ring not to be any better. =D Tom: That made no sense whatsoever, but...who could Synthy possibly have gotten for Tristan's partner? *Suddenly, the mystery partner’s music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=CUamyAcVDwoJeannie: What.....the......hell? Tom: Don't tell me! It can't be! Jeannie: Who?! WHO IS IT?! *From out of the curtain explodes a man with the worst attire perhaps ever featured in a wrestling ring: an oversized lime green shirt, neon tights, and orange boots. He bobs his 80s inspired long black hair complete with five bottles of hair spray as he pumps his fist. He runs, point at one side of the ramp then runs and points to the other. The crowd has gone near batshit with the shock of who this man is. He returns to the center of the ramp, with his hands on his hips, and points at the run. While keeping his arm in the same position, he bolts down to his partner in this match. He gives Tristan two major thumbs up, complete with a huge grin from under his yellow headband, and then grins wildly at all the fans as his music continues to play.* Finkel: And Tristan's partner......From Jobstown, NJ....At 6 feet 4 inches…Weighting in at 258 lbs....Making his return to the ring after a long injury recovery.....JOBBY MCJOBBERSTON! Tom: I can't believe it! What a huge moment for the fans! After being utterly abandoned by his last federation during his injury, I never thought I would see the day that Jobby would return to the ring! Much less me COMMENTATING his return match! Jeannie: He's a big hoss in neon tights and an oversized lime green shirt! Why is he so liked?! What's his deal? Tom: He makes them laugh. Jeannie: Wait...wha? *Jobby pats the bewildered Tristan on the shoulder then points to the ring. He runs towards the ring, only to change directions. McJobberston runs around the whole barricade, giving high fives to everyone with their hands out. Upon returning to Tristan's near pale form, he winks with huge thumbs up and rolls into the ring. He hops to his feet and bounces up from one to the other as he eyes both members of the Latin Lovers. His music fades to silence as the referee calls for the bell.* Jeannie: He's energetic, I’ll give him that... Tom: Folks, not only are we being treated in a match where a possible W*I*G champion's and her sister's date books might include an entry for a night out with Guillermo Miramontes & Casimiro Melendez. Jeannie: Lucky girls.... *grumbles.* Tom: But we ALSO get to see Jobby McJobberston in action. If you've never seen him do his thing... Well, get really for an one of a kind show. Jeannie: Looks like hunky Guillermo will be taking on the Neon Nightmare.... Oh god, did I just give him a nickname?! *The two big individuals face off in the center of the ring. Each seeming unbelievably excited. Guillermo for the chance to win the hearts of Synthy Eris and her rave-tastic sister Lexi Dyionysi. And for Jobby, the chance to perform in the ring for the first time in what would be nearly a year. Jobby, despite a slight height advantage, offers his hand in the air for a classic tie up to the shorter Guillermo. Guillermo without any thought grabs the offered hand and then the other. He prepares for a battle of strength but is surprised when Jobby instantly falls face first to the mat. In fact he looks rather puzzled as Jobby isn't stirring. He backs away slowly and waits for Jobby to get up. But it doesn't happen. He looks over at his partner, Casimiro, who shrugs back at him. He walks slowly to the downed Jobby and taps his with his boot. He looks at the referee who looks dumbfounded as well. With his foot, he manages to roll Jobby over. As soon as Jobby's back hits the mat, his right arm shoots up into the air. Tristan's face is still in utter disbelief.* Tom: Oh I see! Jeannie: What? That all our mystery match people are all freakin' weirdos? Tom: No! Jobby's got a plan to trick Guillermo when he grabs a hold of his hand! Jeannie: ....seems impractical... *As if on cue, Guillermo takes Jobby's hand and immediately Jobby gets up to his feet. He shakes Guillermo's hand and smiles. But then something dawns on him and he slaps his forehead. His body lands down in a thud on the mat with his arm sticking straight up again. Guillermo sighs and grabs a hold of it again. Immediately he's pulled into a deep armdrag that sends him towards an empty turnbuckle. The crowd cheers as Jobby jumps to his feet, bowing.* Jeannie: ...He forgot his own offense? Tom: I guess he is really rusty. Jeannie: There's rusty and then there's- *A hat flies into the ring out of nowhere, which Jobby catches. Suddenly, Michael Jackson’s “Billie Jean” starts playing.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=En-cHBv7UpA*Jobby places the hat on and begins to moonwalk as Guillermo recovers as charges him. He goes for a superkick right at Jobby's head, but the neoned Jobby spins out of the way of danger. Guillermo stares in shock as Jobby grabs his privates and winks out into the crowd. He leans against the ropes and dance charges towards Guillermo who catches him. With little effort, he launches Jobby into an overhead belly to belly suplex. He gets up immediately to take advantage, only to realize that Jobby landed on his feet! He beats the mat in anger and tells the ref to make the music stop.* Jeannie: Um...did I just freebase some good LSD? Tom: Classic Jobby! But you can't blame Guillermo for being outraged at this. He has a lot at stake on this match. Jeannie: Yeah, a date with Synthy and Lexi. Big deal. Look at me right here! I'M COMPLETELY OPEN! Tom: Embarrassing displays of loneliness aside. Jeannie: HEY! Tom: Look at the crowd, they are absolutely loving this. Jeannie: But look at my Tristan! He looks like he's about to die of a mix of anger and shame! How could Synthy do this to him!? Tom: He did sorta.... start this situation. *The referee calls for Jobby to stop. He casts off the hat as the music quickly ends. As soon as he does, he walks right into a Guillermo patented standing spinebuster. Guillermo quickly rises then runs to the ropes, returning to do a standing shooting star press. But he misses! He grabs his stomach as Jobby stands over him. Jobby stares out into the crowd then runs to the ropes himself, rebounds back, and does a standing shooting star.... slap!? Guillermo instantly sits up and stares at the kneed celebrating Jobby.* Tom: And Jobby with the Nitro Special! Jeannie: ...What was the point?! Why is he celebrating!? Why would Synthy even pick this Jobby!? Tom: Um…it’s pronounced Joe-by. Jeannie: Do I look like I give a crap!? *Guillermo rushes to his feet and nails a vicious shinning wizard that floors Jobby. He gets back up to his feet, looking clearly steamed, and walks over to Casimiro for the tag. Casimiro wastes no time by putting the boots to the downed Jobby. Jobby rises only to be stomped down. Again. And again. Somehow amongst the stomping, Jobby is able to get to a kneed position. Casimiro switches stomps for punches. One shot after another lands. But after one more shot, Jobby begins to shake. Casimiro, looking confused, continues his assault. Suddenly Jobby jumps to his feet and begins to circle Casimiro as he continues his attack. At one last punch, Jobby blocks it and points at Casimiro. The crowd shouts a huge “YOU!”, and Casimiro covers up. As soon as he does, Jobby makes a mad dash into his tag corner and tags in Tristan then collapses to the mat. The crowd explodes in laughter as Tristan stares down at Jobby in a mix of utter contempt and confusion.* Jeannie: ....brain.....exploded. Tom: Jobby calls that his No Easy Way Out of the Eye of the Tiger While Hearts On Fire! And now Tristan's in this match for the first time! Jeannie: Um.....do I continue being brain dead or do go back to my normal commentary for the sake of my future husband, Tristan Hades? Tom: What's the difference? Jeannie: ...HEY! *Tristan stares at his 'downed partner' for a length of a minute, before growling and kicking him in the leg- then twisting around and lariats Casimiro! Tristan pops his shoulders and drags Casimiro to a corner, opposite either man's partner. He props him against the post, and begins stomping viciously into his chest. His mass amounts of irritation are quite apparent in his ruthless hits. He lifts up the dazed Casimiro-and immediately uses his signature vertical suplex piledriver!* Tom: Oh, god. What a turn the tone in the match has taken with Tristan's Rich Bitch Killer! Jeannie: Beat up the Neon Nightmare! Not the hottie... *Tristan goes for a pin* Ref: 1… 2… *Guillermo interferes with a quick running knee to Tristan's head. Tristan stands as the ref pushes Guillermo back out, looking for revenge...only to stumble for a second and clutch his head. A look of pain crosses his features.* Tom: Could Tristan be injured this early on? Jeannie: I'll make him feel better with some of my- *The audience doesn't get to hear her sentence, as Tristan stumbles backward and gets tagged by Jobby! The crowd goes nuts, and Tristan glares, hand on a temple. Jobby charges- only to trip and accidentally headbutt the newly tagged Guillermo. Jobby smiles, and points upward. Guillermo complies and immediately gets struck by Jobby's Kaufman Kombo! Jobby dances around only to be superkicked by Guillermo when his eyes finish watering. Jobby lays dazed. @_@ Guillermo goes for a pin.* Ref: 1… 2… *Jobby gets a shoulder up, and waves to Guillermo.* Jeannie: Why did he wave at Guillermo? Tom: I don’t know. You see, Jobby McJobberston is a mystery wrapped in a riddle wrapped in an enigma. Jeannie: Really!? Because to me Jobby looks like a generic hoss wrapped in every Eightys cliché and fad there is. Tom: Yeah, but he’s a generic hoss wrapped in a mystery wrapped in a riddle wrapped in an enigma wrapped in every Eightys cliché and fad there is. And, it’s Joe-by. Jeannie: I don’t care. All I know is that I have a headache from looking at his tights. *Guillermo gets up and picks up Jobby. He places him against the ropes and whips Jobby across the ring, but Jobby trips on his own foot again and lands face first on the mat. Guillermo rolls his eyes as Jobby gets up onto his hands and feet. Guillermo runs to the ropes, bounces off of them, charges at Jobby, and jumps onto his back with a senton. Guillermo gets up as Jobby rolls over onto his back. Guillermo then runs to the ropes to their left, bounces off of them, and charges at Jobby as he gets up. However, Jobby surprises Guillermo with shoulder back toss that sends Guillermo to the outside. Guillermo gets up, holding his back. In the ring, runs across the ring, hits the opposite ropes, bounces off of them, runs back across the ring, and stops right at the ropes. Jobby does the wolf whistle. Guillermo turns his head, expecting to see a sexy woman, and Jobby slaps Guillermo in the back of the head. The crowd laughs at Guillermo steps back from the ring, holding the back of his head.* Jeannie: What was that!? Tom: That was classic Jobby with the Job Out. Jeannie: Oh God! Where did Synthy find this Jobby!? Tom: EWT. He use to wrestle there as one half of the Wrestle Posse. And, it’s JOE-BY! Jeannie: Whatever! I could…wait a minute. Did you say “Wrestle Posse?” Tom: Yes! Jeannie: The team that the ever sexy “Icon” Alex Halaway was in!? Tom: Yes. Jeannie: We could have had Alex Halaway in this match instead of this Eighties reject!? What the hell!!!!? *Guillermo looks at Jobby likes he’s crazy. Then, he reenters the ring. They circle each other and tie up. Guillermo ends up winning out by locking Jobby into a headlock. However, Jobby raises his arm up and raises a Jerry Lawler-like finger in the air. Then, Jobby surprises Guillermo with a belly to back suplex, which breaks the hold. Guillermo sits up, holding the back of his head; and Jobby quickly locks Guillermo into a headlock of his own. Jobby soon swings his body around, putting Guillermo on the mat. The ref gets down on the ground and asks Guillermo if he wants to submit, but Guillermo says no. He then places his right arm onto the side of Jobby’s head and pushes on it, trying to get Jobby to let go of the hold. Jobby picks Guillermo up onto his feet and then hits him with a bulldog.* Tom: Smart move by Jobby. In order to prevent Guillermo from escaping from the headlock and hitting a big move, he broke it himself with a bulldog, allowing him to keep control of the match. Jeannie: Yeah. Yeah. A blind squirrel finds a nut every once in a while. Though, Jobby’s the nut. Tom: It’s JOE-BY! Jeannie: I don’t care! *Jobby quickly moves onto the apron. Guillermo gets up and charges at Jobby as he is about to climb onto the top turnbuckle. However, Jobby stops him with a shoulder to the stomach. Then, he grabs Guillermo by the back of his head and drops down, sending Guillermo’s throat crashing down on the top rope. Guillermo bounces up, holding his throat. Jobby climbs back up onto the apron and climbs up onto the top turnbuckle. Unfortunately, just as he stands up, Jobby slips and falls crotch first onto the top turnbuckle. The audience lets out a sympathetic groan. Jobby bends over, nearly falling off the turnbuckle. Guillermo turns around and see what has happened to Jobby. He laughs and then walks over to corner. Guillermo grabs Jobby in a back to back position, pulls Jobby from the corner, and hits him with a back to back double underhook piledriver.* Tom: Divorcio to Jobby McJobberston! One big accident has changed the momentum in this match. Jeannie: *laughing* Oh my God! He fell crotch first onto the turnbuckle! What an idiot! I don’t know how Tristan is going to win the match with this guy on his side! Tom: Then, why are you laughing? That means the Lovers will win and go on a date with Synthy and Lexi. Jeannie: Oh crap! C’mon, Jobby! You can to it! Don’t let this set you back! Tom: It’s JOE-BY!!!! *Guillermo gets up, picks up Jobby, and throws him into his corner. Then, he tags in Casimiro. Casimiro enters the ring and lies onto the mat as Guillermo pulls Jobby from the corner. Then, Guillermo picks Jobby up and hits him with slingshot suplex, dropping Jobby onto Casimiro’s knees. Guillermo gets up and exits the ring as Casimiro covers Jobby.* Ref: 1… 2…*Jobby gets a shoulder up.* Tom: Unrequited Love is not enough to keep Jobby down for the three count. Jeannie: I understand no one never loving Jobby, but he doesn’t look like the type to who lets things get to him. So, I can’t be surprised that this woman or man is not affecting Jobby’s performance in this match. Or maybe it is, what with the mistakes and all. Tom: Um…“Unrequited Love” is the name of the move the Lovers did to Jobby. Jeannie: Oh…well…don’t I feel stupid. Tom: Plus, it’s Joe-by. Jeannie: Shut up. *Casimiro gets up and picks up Jobby. He hits Jobby with a few European uppercuts. Then, he locks Jobby into a European headlock. He has the move locked on tight. Jobby tries to get out it by slamming his elbow into Casimiro’s stomach, but Casimiro won’t let go. Suddenly, Jobby has an idea. He puts his finger into his mouth, pulls it out, and gives Casimiro a wet willie. This surprise Casimiro, causing him to freak out and let go of the hold. Casimiro wipes his ear and then charges at Jobby, but Jobby catches him with a drop toe hold. As Casimiro gets up, Jobby rolls over to his corner and tags in Tristan. Tristan charges into the ring and knocks Casimiro into a neutral corner with clothesline and an avalanche splash. Then, Tristan whips Casimiro across the ring, running behind him. As Casimiro hits the corner back first, Tristan hits Casimiro with another running splash. Then, he grabs Casimiro’s head and hits him with a bulldog.* Tom: Tristan Hades enters the ring in spectacular fashion. Jeannie: Thank God! Tom: Tristan seems to have he recovered from that shot to the head earlier Jeannie: Oh, yeah. Though, the head is Tristan’s weak spot. So, if I was Casimiro, I would definitely go after that. *Tristan runs to the ropes as Casimiro gets up. He bounces off the ropes, charges at Casimiro, and hits him with a running big boot. Then, Tristan jumps over Casimiro, runs to the opposite ropes, bounces off of them, runs back to Casimiro, and hits him with a leg drop. Tristan gets up, mounts Casimiro, and punches him in the head several times. Then, he starts choking Casimiro. The ref begins a 5 count.* Ref: 1… 2… 3… 4…*Tristan lets go of Casimiro’s throat and gets off of him.* *Tristan walks over to a neutral corner and waits for Casimiro to get up. He does, coughing and holding his throat. Then, Tristan charges at Casimiro and hits him with a running lariat followed into a Go 2 Sleep.* Tom: Wet Biscuits McGee! A vicious Misfitunction to Casimiro Melendez! Jeannie: He really doesn’t want those guys dating his sister. Though, he should have gone for a pin their. *Tristan picks up Casimiro and whips him into a corner. He charges at Casimiro and hits him with an avalanche. Then, Tristan throws Casimiro down to the ground and climbs up onto the second ropes. Tristan jumps off and lands on Casimiro with a leg drop onto his neck. Tristan gets up and then hits Casimiro’s neck with an elbow drop. Tristan gets up again, this time picking up Casimiro. Then, he hits Casimiro with a facelock iconoclasm and then covers him for a pin.* Ref: 1… 2… *Casimiro kicks out.* Tom: Casimiro survives the Hell To The Gutter, but he can’t survive much more punishment. Jeannie: Oh yeah! Tristan has really been riding Casimiro hard. I don’t blame him. I would really like to ride Casimiro hard myself. Tom: Oh God. Jeannie: I’d also like it if Tristan rode me really hard. Tom: Please stop. *Tristan slaps the mat in frustration. He punches Casimiro in the head a few times. Then, he picks Casimiro up and places him onto the ropes. Tristan whips Casimiro across the ring. As he hits the opposite ropes and bounces off of them, Tristan charges at Casimiro. However, Casimiro surprises him with a spear. Casimiro rolls over and tries to tag in Guillermo, but Tristan manages to grab Casimiro’s leg. He gets up, still holding Casimiro’s leg. Suddenly, Casimiro surprise him with an enzuigiri. Tristan staggers back, holding his head. Casimiro gets up, runs to the ropes, bounces off of them, and charges at Tristan. However, Tristan has enough wherewithal to get a boot up; Casimiro is unable to stop and hits it. But, Tristan falls down the impact. They both get up. Tristan shakes his head and charges at Casimiro as he gets up near a corner; but he’s slower than usual. Casimiro takes advantage by moving closer to Tristan as he comes towards him; Casimiro grabs Tristan and drops him onto the top turnbuckle, with Tristan’s head hitting the steel post. The audience lets out a sympathetic groan as Tristan bounces up and falls onto the mat and rolls onto his stomach.* Tom: Hulk Smash! Tristan Hades lands hard onto the steel post. Jeannie: Jesus! He could have a concussion. He might need mouth to mouth! Tom: Sit down! Jeannie: But, Tristan needs mouth to mouth! Tom: How is that going to help a concussion!? Jeannie: I don’t know! At least it’s something! *The ref goes to check on Tristan. He rolls over onto his back, and we see that Tristan is busted open, blood pouring from his head. Casimiro gets up and pounces on Tristan, stomping on his head a few times. Then, he picks Tristan up and drags him to the Lovers’ corner. Casimiro tags in Guillermo, and Guillermo climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Casimiro lifts Tristan up, and they hit him with a spike brainbuster. Casimiro gets up and exits the ring as Guillermo covers Tristan.* Ref: 1… 2… *Tristan puts his foot onto the bottom rope.* Tom: Tristan is feeling Lovesick thanks to the Latin Lovers, but a foot on the rope is the cure. Jeannie: Wow. You are really bad at that. Tom: Well, you’re not much better. *Guillermo gets up onto his knees and punches Tristan in the head a few times. Then, he picks up Tristan, places him onto the ropes, and tries to whip him across the ring; but Tristan is able to reverse it, sending Guillermo across the ring. Tristan goes running after Guillermo, but the head injury has slowed him down. Guillermo jumps onto the ropes and jumps off, hitting Tristan a springboard back elbow smash. They both fall to the mat. However, Guillermo quickly grabs Tristan, puts Tristan’s head between his legs, hits him with several push up facebusters, picks him up, and drops Tristan back to the mat with a piledriver.* Tom: Ao Meu Brasil to Tristan! Jeannie: What does that mean? Tom: I don’t know. Why don’t you ask Julio Iglesias? Jeannie: Why would I ask him? Tom: It’s also the name of one of his albums. Jeannie: Dammit! I should have known that! *Guillermo hits Tristan in the head a few more times. Then, he picks up Tristan and hits him with a crossed-arm scoop brainbuster. He goes for a pin.* Ref: 1… 2… *Tristan gets a shoulder up. Guillermo looks a little frustrated.* Tom: Zärtlichkeiten only keeps Tristan down for 2. Jeannie: Yeah, but he is really hurting. He’s been relying on the ropes and getting a shoulder up to save instead of using his strength and power. I think the Latin Lovers can pull of a win if they keep on working over the head, which sucks. Tom: What sucks—Tristan’s injury or the fact that the Latin Lovers could be within earshot of getting that date with Synthy and Lexi? Jeannie: Both! *Guillermo picks up Tristan but just takes him back to the mat with a cross-legged fisherman buster. He goes for another pin.* Ref: 1… 2… *Tristan gets a shoulder up. Guillermo slaps the mat in frustration.* Tom: Tristan escapes defeat again, this time from La Carretera. Jeannie: But for how long? Tristan may be a tough cookie, but the Lovers have been exploiting his weakness for a while. Tom: The only thing that could probably save Tristan now is to tag in Jobby. Jeannie: He’s screwed. *Guillermo drags Tristan to the ropes and tags in Casimiro. Casimiro climbs up onto the top turnbuckle as Guillermo picks Tristan up onto his shoulders. Then, Casimiro jumps off, sending Tristan to the mat with an elevated diving bulldog. Casimiro goes for a pin as Guillermo exits the ring.* Ref: 1… 2… *Tristan gets a shoulder up.* Tom: Lover’s Quarrel also isn’t enough to keep Tristan down. Jeannie: Damn! Tristan can take a lot of punishment. Tom: Yeah, yeah, yeah. You like that in a guy. You want to have sex with Tristan. We get it. *Casimiro gets up and tags Guillermo back in. Then, Casimiro grabs Tristan’s legs and swings him around in a wheelbarrow suplex; and Guillermo grabs Tristan’s head and hits him with a neckbreaker. Casimiro exits the ring as Guillermo pins Tristan.* Ref: 1… 2… *Tristan gets a shoulder up.* Tom: Again, Tristan gets a shoulder up, this time from Fool For Love. Jeannie: Well, he’s no fool for the love the Lovers have for that date with Tristan’s sisters. Tom: *pause* Good lord! That was…just horrible…just pure crap. Jeannie: Hey! It wasn’t…oh hell! Even I knew that was bad! *Guillermo gets up and tags Casimiro back into the ring. Casimiro climbs up to the top turnbuckle as Guillermo grabs Tristan and picks him up. Then, Casimiro jumps off, and they hit him with an alley oop/diving bulldog combo. Guillermo exits the ring, and Casimiro covers Tristan again.* Ref: 1… 2… *Tristan gets a shoulder up. Casimiro slaps the mat in frustration.* Tom: The Epic Love Poem doesn’t put Tristan away, but Casimiro feels otherwise. Jeannie: He can argue with the ref all he wants, but it ain’t gonna change his mind. Hell, it’s actually giving Tristan some time to recover. *Casimiro gets up and picks up Tristan. Then, he hits Tristan with a cross-legged Samoan driver. Casimiro goes for a pin.* Ref: 1… 2… *Tristan gets a shoulder up. Casimiro slaps the mat in frustration and then gets up and argues with the ref, saying that had to be a three.* Tom: Outstanding! I am impressed how Tristan keeps getting a shoulder. Jeannie: Not even Magical Realism could keep him down. That literary style kicked my ass in college! Tom: Well, Tristan probably never went to college, so…oh crap! Jeannie: Oh dear God man! You just said Tristan never went to college! Tom: I didn’t mean it! I’m sorry! Synthy, Lexi, if you’re listening, be sure to tell Tristan that I didn’t mean it!!!! *Casimiro keeps arguing with the ref. As this goes on Tristan begins to crawl over to his partner. Jobby anxiously reaches his arm out. The crowd cheers, hoping to see Jobby get the tag. Guillermo yells at Casimiro about Tristan. Casimiro turns his head and sees Tristan about to tag in Jobby. He immediately pounces onto Tristan with an elbow drop to the back of Tristan’s head. The crowd boos…well, the men boo. Casimiro then wraps Tristan in a front headlock and pulls him away from Jobby. Then, Casimiro hits Tristan with a DDT, and quickly wraps him up into a sleeperhold.* Tom: Casimiro stops Tristan from getting the tag and now locks him into a sleeperhold. Jeannie: I’m torn. On the one hand, I want to see Tristan. But on the other, I don’t want to see the Eighties reject back in the match! Goddammit Synthy! *Tristan struggles in the sleeperhold and somehow manages to get up onto one knee. But, Casimiro has the move locked on tight, and his head injury and blood loss has weakened him severely. He can’t put up much of a fight, and Tristan falls to a sitting position. On the apron, Jobby cheers Tristan on. Soon, he starts yelling “Tristan.” He keeps chanting Tristan’s name, trying to get a “Tristan” chant started with the audience. He even faces the audience and chants “Tristan! Tristan! Tristan!” But, only a few people join in. Eventually, Jobby’s “Tristan” gets weaker and weaker. Tristan is still fading in the sleeperhold. The ref checks on Tristan.* Ref: *The ref raises a hold of Tristan’s arm and lets it drop* 1… *On the mat, Jobby is stroking his chin, thinking of a way to help Tristan.* *The ref grabs a hold of Tristan’s arm again and lets it drop* 2… *On the mat, Jobby is stroking his chin, thinking of a way to help Tristan.* *The ref picks up Tristan’s arm again. Suddenly, Tristan has an idea. He puts his fingers in his mouths, makes a loud whistle, and yells “Yo, Adrienne!” Suddenly, Survivor’s “Eye Of The Tiger” starts playing.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mu9xx5Ri278*The ref and Casimiro look up in confusion. Jobby pumps his fist in the air to the beat of the song. Then, he starts singing along. The crowd claps along. The ref puts down Tristan’s arm, gets up, and walks over to Jobby. He starts yelling at Jobby to stop it with the VH1 Classic music. Casimiro looks pissed that the ref has stopped to the count. He throws Tristan down to the mat, gets up, and walks over to the ref. Casimiro swings the ref around and starts arguing with him. The ref argues back. Then, Jobby grabs Casimiro and yells, “I was arguing with this ref! Go get your own ref to argue with!” Soon, all three men are arguing with each other. As this goes on, Tristan begins stirring around. He starts crawling to the ropes and grabs a hold of the bottom rope. Tristan pulls himself. Guillermo sees this and goes to stop him. However, Tristan surprises him with a punch to the groin. Guillermo falls to the apron and then to the floor. Tristan finally pulls himself up to his feet. Meanwhile, Casimiro, Jobby, and the ref are still arguing. Eventually, Casimiro gives up and leaves them. He sees Tristan standing up near the ropes and charges at him. Suddenly, Tristan spins around, runs to Casimiro, and hits him with a bicycle kick. Casimiro hits the mat, and the momentum of the move sends Tristan spinning around and into a neutral corner.* Tom: Billy Zabka! Tristan Hades surprises Casimiro Melendez with a bicycle kick that even knocked Tristan! Jeannie: Billy Zabka!? Oh God! Jobby’s Eighties-ness is spreading like a disease! Tom: IT’S JOE-BY!!!! Jeannie: I DON’T CARE!!!! *Casimiro gets up, shaking his head. Tristan also gets up, using the top ropes to pull himself up. However, he is still dazed from the sleeperhold and the fall into the corner and takes a breather in the corner. Casimiro sees Tristan in the corner, charges at him, and hits him with a running big boot to the face. The move has Tristan staggering, looking like he’s about to fall over. Casimiro moves away from the corner and walks across the ring to the opposite corner. Then, he charges full speed at Tristan, going for a spear. However, Tristan hits the mat before Casimiro hits Tristan; and Casimiro ends up hitting the steel post shoulder first. The crowd lets out a sympathetic groan.* Tom: ¡A Dios Mios! Casimiro Melendez spears the steel post instead of Tristan! Jeannie: That fall may be the best thing to happen to Tristan in this match! *Casimiro slowly moves away from the corner, holding his shoulder. Tristan pulls himself up with the ropes. Suddenly, Tristan grabs Casimiro, flips him over onto the mat with a gutwrench suplex, and locks him in the manriki.* Tom: IGGY’S STOOGE! IGGY’S STOOGE! IGGY’S STOOGE! Jeannie: When did you turn into Jim Ross!? Tom: I was just surprised that Tristan was able to lock it in after all that has happened to him. Jeannie: That was pretty shocking. C’mon Tristan! Make him tap!!!! *Tristan has the move locked on tight. The ref checks on Casimiro and asks him if he wants to tap. Casimiro yells “No!” Suddenly, Guillermo runs into the ring, charges at Tristan, and hits him with a vicious kick to the side of his head. The ladies cheer loudly as Tristan lets go of the hold and rolls over on the mat. Casimiro stays on the mat, holding his arm. The ref gets into Guillermo’s face, yelling at him for doing that and tells him no to do that again. Guillermo just ignores him as he exits the ring.* Tom: Great Googly Moogly! Guillermo Miramontes comes out of nowhere and saves his partner! Jeannie: That’s what tag team partners do. Tom: Well, regardless, both Tristan and Casimiro need a tag. *With both men on the mat, the ref begins a 10 count.* Ref: 1… 2… 3…*Casimiro starts crawling to his partner.* 4…*Tristan starts stirring around.* 5…*Guillermo reaches his hand out for Casimiro’s tag.* 6…*Tristan starts crawling over to his partner.* 7…*Jobby reaches out to tag in Tristan.* 8…*Both Tristan and Casimiro are close to tagging in their partners.* 9…*Both men make the tag at the same time.* *The crowd goes wild as Guillermo and Jobby enter the ring. Guillermo charges at Jobby, but Jobby surprises him with a completely radical overhead belly to belly suplex. Both men get up. Guillermo charges at Jobby, but Jobby catches him with a Ricky Steamboat-like armdrag. Guillermo gets up and charges at Jobby, but Jobby hits him with another Ricky Steamboat-like armdrag. Guillermo just gets back up again and charges at Jobby, but Jobby hits him with a third Ricky Steamboat-like armdrag. Guillermo gets up again and charges at Jobby. This time, Jobby catches Guillermo onto his shoulders. Then, he spins Guillermo around in an airplane spin. After what seems like an eternity, Jobby puts Guillermo down feet first onto the mat. Both men stagger looking dizzy. Suddenly, Jobby slaps himself, kicks Guillermo, picks him up, and hits him with a Steiner Screwdriver.* Tom: Bodacious Baby! Jobby McJobberston cleans house with three Totally Awesome Arm Drags followed by You Spin Me Right Round into a DeLorean Driver! Jeannie: Hey! Maybe the Neon Nightmare isn’t a total screw-up! *Jobby soaks in the cheers of the crowd. As this goes on, Guillermo gets up. He charges at Jobby, but Jobby turns around and catches him on his shoulders again, setting him up for the Go To Sleep. Jobby throws Guillermo off of his shoulders and surprises Guillermo with a weak slap. Guillermo looks confused. Jobby just looks at Guillermo and asks “How does that feel?” Then, Guillermo grabs Jobby and hits him with an overhead belly to belly suplex.* Jeannie: I stand corrected. Tom: The GAH does nothing to Guillermo, and Guillermo takes advantage. *Both men get up. Guillermo hits Jobby with a superkick that sends him staggering back into the ropes. As Jobby bounces off of them, Guillermo runs to the opposite ropes, bounces off of them, and charges at Jobby. Suddenly, Jobby trips and lands head first into Guillermo crotch as he comes charging at him. The audience lets out a sympathetic groan as Guillermo lets out a girlish scream.* Tom: Eva Maria! The Banana In The Tail Pipe comes through for Jobby, causing Guillermo to sing soprano! Jeannie: I don’t believe it! Jobby screwed up, and it somehow pays off for him! Tom: IT’S JOE-BY!!!! Jeannie: STOP CORRECTING ME!!!! *Jobby gets up and sees Guillermo bend over in pain. Jobby taps his finger to his head and then puts his finger to his lips and shushes the audience. Jobby sneaks up behind Guillermo, picks him up into an electric chair, and then quickly drops down in a sitting position, sending Guillermo crashing face first to the mat with a wheelbarrow facebuster.* Tom: JOBBY HITS THE JOB!!!! JOBBY’S GONNA WIN IT!!!! Jeannie: I don’t believe it. The Neon Nightmare’s gonna win it!!!! *Jobby rolls Guillermo over and pins him. The crowd cheers loudly.* Ref: 1… Ref: 2… Ref: Thr--*Suddenly, Casimiro comes flying into the ring and lands on Jobby with a diving top rope leg drop, breaking up the pin.* Tom: No! Dammit! Casimiro stops Jobby from getting a victory with News Of A Kidnapping! Jeannie: Oh thank God! I couldn’t handle it if Jobby beat the Lovers. Tom: IT’S JOE-BY!!!! Jeannie: You gotta stop saying that. *Jobby rolls on the mat, holding his head. Casimiro gets up and slap Guillermo a few times, trying to wake him up; but it doesn’t work. Suddenly, the ladies in the crowd start chanting “Panty Power.” Casimiro obliges them by pulling the panties he caught earlier from his tights and drops them onto Guillermo’s face. Suddenly, Tristan comes from out of nowhere and knocks Casimiro into the ropes and out of the ring with a hard clothesline that sends both men out of the ring. Both men start fighting with each other on the outside. In the ring, Guillermo’s arm pops up. He grabs the panties, takes a big whiff, and kips up. Jobby also gets up and charges at Guillermo, but Guillermo catches him with an over the shoulder belly to back suplex.* Tom: El Amor to Jobby. Jeannie: Thanks to PANTY POWER!!!! Tom: Oh God! I hate that! *On the outside, Tristan and Casimiro are still fighting on the outside. Tristan gets Casimiro backed into a corner and charges at him. However, Casimiro gets his feet up, and Tristan runs right into them unable to stop. Then, Casimiro hits Tristan with a spear and starts punching him in the head on the floor. Meanwhile, in the ring, Guillermo gets up and picks up Jobby. Then, he hits Jobby with a Northern lights suplex and then lifts Jobby up and hits him with an over the shoulder belly to back suplex.* Tom: Now, Guillermo hits Jobby with A Flor De Piel. Jeannie: Once again, thanks to PANTY POWER!!!! Tom: Do I have to hear you yell that!? Jeannie: If I have to hear you yell “IT’S JOE-BY!”, then yes, you do! Tom: But, you’ve constantly mispronounced his name! Jeannie: So!? *Guillermo kips up and soaks in the cheers of the ladies in the crowd. Jobby gets up, and Guillermo hits him with a superkick that sends Jobby staggering back into a corner. Guillermo then charges at Jobby in the corner, but Jobby moves out of the way. Guillermo runs right into the corner and spins around. Jobby kicks Guillermo in the stomach, picks him up, and then goes for a bodyslam; but Guillermo surprises him with a roll-up pin.* Ref: 1… 2… 3! *The bell rings, the ladies pop, Guillermo jumps up in celebration, and the Latin Lovers’ music plays. Casimiro hears it and stops punching Tristan.* Finkel: Here are your winners—THE LATIN LOVERS!!!! Jeannie: YES!!!! GUILLERMO PINNED THE NEON NIGHTMARE!!!! Tom: The Lovers win! They’re going to get their date with Synthy and Lexi!!!! Jeannie: Oh no! NO!!!! JOBBY GOT A SHOULDER UP!!!! RESTART THE MATCH!!!! *Guillermo exits the ring and joins Casimiro in celebration! Jobby sits up holding his head. He looks a little disappointed, but he just shrugs his shoulders and says “Oh well.” Tristan gets up, hears the Latin Lovers’ music, sees Jobby disappointed in the ring, sees the Lovers celebrating, and realizations that he and Jobby have lost. Tristan yells out in anger, a yell that is pure animalistic and fills the arena. He kicks the steel guardrail. The Lovers continue celebrating until they see Tristan. They lock eyes with him. Suddenly, Tristan charges at the Lovers, and the Lovers run off up the ramp. Tristan follows them.* Tom: There go the Lovers with Tristan following them. I fear for the Lovers if Tristan gets a hold of them. Jeannie: I hope he does. Maybe he’ll injure them so much that they won’t be able to go out with Synthy and Lexi. Tom: Anyway, I was very happy to see Jobby McJobberston come back from injury and wrestle tonight! Even you, Jeannie, have to be impressed with him. Jeannie: Well…I’ve seen worse. So, Jobby wasn’t that bad. Tom: IT’S JOE-BY!!!! *Cut to a promo for W*I*G: Vindication.*
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Post by Jett Ripley on Mar 31, 2009 14:43:01 GMT -5
Tom: And now it's Main Event time here in the W*I*G-Sphere as we have a re-match from last month's encounter when Synthy Eris makes another attempt to challenge Coltrane. Jeannie: Not just any re-match, Tom, this is going to be fought under Last Man, erm... I guess it's Last Person Standing rules. Tom: Regardless of what it's called, if last month was anything to go by, we're going to see a hellacious encounter between Synthy & Coltrane this evening. And she’s a Killer…. And she’s a Keeper…
Am I blurry, in your vision? Was I just… a poor decision? Cut me open… with precision… And we’ll finger..the incision… Tell me what have I done? (…Quid pro Quo…) To watch you lose…
Control?!*Synthy Eris saunters out, popping her shoulders and stretching backward when she stops at the top of the stage. She's decked out in silver halter top with a white leather vest zipped up over it, a blood red version of the usual symbol on the back. Her leather flared pants are also white, with red and silver spirals running down the side lengths. She's also sporting a white and red fedora, and the usual black sunglasses. She slaps a few hands, but seems utmost focused on the match. She reaches the apron, and backflips over the ropes, jogging the length to the opposite side, and stretching on the ropes as she turns toward the entrance ramp. She takes off her sunglasses and places them inside the fedora, handing them over to the ref. Her normally wild fuchsia locks are pulled back via a silver wraparound hair band.* *The lights go out in the W*I*G-Sphere & Motörhead's "Serial Killer" fills the air. Lemmy's voice rumbles throughout the arena as the crowd sit in silence anticipating the arrival of the W*I*G World Heavyweight Champion. "Serial Killer" segues into Type O Negative's "I Don't Wanna Be Me" & the lights focus at the stage entrance. Coltrane strides out to the jeers of the audience. As usual, Coltrane is clad in his all-black ensemble. He opens his coat to show off his W*I*G World Heavyweight Championship Belt. The crowd's boos seem only to intensify with each passing second. For a second time he looks into the ring & sees Synthy Eris standing across from him. A smirk crosses his face as he enters.* Tom: The W*I*G World Heavyweight Champion certainly seems confident tonight. Jeannie: And with good reason, he's 1-0 against Synthy Eris. Hell, not only that, he's undefeated, both in & out of W*I*G. Tom: But Synthy has an indomitable will. She's got a fiery passion & she wants to topple Coltrane to prove that she can. The W*I*G World Heavyweight Championship has nearly become secondary to pride in this feud. *Synthy, having already lost once to Coltrane, really wants to prove herself this evening. She seems more sure than ever before that she can take him & more driven than ever to beat him. Coltrane removes the W*I*G World Heavyweight Title Belt & hands it over to the referee. His music fades out & Howard Finkel prepares to give the introductions.* DING! DING! DING! Howard Finkel: Ladies & gentlemen, LIVE from the W*I*G-Sphere, it's time for your March 29th Main Event of the evening! The following contest is a LAST PERSON STANDING Match & it will be for the Wrestling's Innovative Genesis Heavyweight Championship of the World! *The audience lets out a cheer before "The Fink" continues.* Finkel: In this match there are no disqualifications & the only way to win is to incapacitate your opponent to the point they are unable to answer the 10-count. *This is followed by another cheer.* Finkel: Introducing first, the challenger, in the corner to my left, standing 5'7" tall, weighing in at 145lbs, from Indianapolis, Indiana... She is... SYN~THYYYYY... ER~IIIIIIIISSS! *The crowd gives a huge reaction for Synthy after her courageous showing against Coltrane last month. She keeps her head bowed, raising both arms in the air. Focused.* Finkel: And, her opponent, standing 6'3" tall, weighing in at 234lbs, from Queens, New York, he is the undefeated, undisputed, current reigning & defending, Wrestling's Innovative Genesis Heavyweight Champion of the World, This is... COOOOOL~TRAAAAAANE! *The crowd boo Coltrane who gives no reaction at all, his face an emotionless mask. The referee shows the belt to Coltrane & then shows it to Synthy, then he holds the Championship over his head. The ref asks both competitors if they know the rules, Coltrane & Synthy both nod & the official orders the bell rung.* DING-DING! *Coltrane & Synthy circle eachother for a moment before both lunge forward at one another. They lock up collar & elbow-style, pushing back & forth for a moment, Coltrane seems to get the advantage, forcing the comparatively smaller Synthy back towards a corner. Synthy slips out of the tie-up position & trips Coltrane up with a Drop Toe-Hold. Coltrane falls forward into the turnbuckles. Just as Coltrane turns to face Synthy again, nursing his chin which absorbed the brunt of the damage, she clocks him with an Enzuigiri. Coltrane tumbles out over the top rope, but manages to hang on. Before Coltrane can re-enter the ring, Synthy performs a Springboard Dropkick off an adjacent set of ropes, knocking him off the apron. Coltrane crashes to the floor below. He pulls himself up again using the security rail, only to look up & see Synthy crashing down on him with a Swanton Bomb. The crowd goes nuts as Synthy stands up and points to a few people in the crowd, nodding.* Tom: Synthy really taking it to Coltrane in the opening minutes here. Jeannie: I don't think Coltrane was expecting her to be as aggressive as she already has been here. It's really taken him by surprise. *The referee exits the ring & is about to start his count on Coltrane when the W*I*G World Heavyweight Champion rises to his feet, trying to shake off the effects of Synthy's attack. Synthy dashes off around the ring & Coltrane gives chase. Synthy reaches Tom & Jeannie's announce desk moments before Coltrane. She shoos Tom off his seat & quickly folds up the chair, tossing it right into Coltrane's head. This, combined with the momentum from Coltrane's running, knocks the champ down.* Tom: And now Synthy Eris is taking my chair from me. Hey, if it helps to cut Coltrane down a bit, I'm all for it! Jeannie: Synthy appeared to be adopting a more defensive technique for a moment, but it would seem she was just trying to draw Coltrane in to a trap & it's clearly paid off. *With Coltrane immobilized, the referee begins his count...* 1... 2... 3... 4... *Coltrane begins to stir.* 5... *Coltrane is beginning to push himself up.* 6... *Coltrane stands again.* Jeannie: Coltrane takes to first knock-down of the match. Things aren't looking good for the champ right now. Tom: He may have been utilizing the referee's count to regain his bearings somewhat after having his head rattled with that chair-shot. He hasn't retained the W*I*G World Heavyweight Title this long by being rash. *Coltrane glares at Synthy Eris with a look of absolute menace. She sits up on the announce table & appears to mock him, obviously nonplussed by him already standing. Coltrane, for obvious reasons, is unamused. Synthy dismounts the table & assumes a fighting stance. Coltrane charges at her & she leapfrogs over him. Coltrane manages to quickly stop himself from running too far; halting before he reaches the announce table. He turns & grabs Synthy by the hair, pulling at it. She slowly turns to face him & uses the fingers of her left hand to thrust him in the eyes. Don't ever mess with her locks. Coltrane lets go of her, his hands going to his eyes. As he's bent over nursing his eyes, Synthy grabs the chair she stole from Tom earlier & wallops Coltrane on the back with it. Coltrane acks in pain. He swings blindly for Synthy, missing her by a mile. She sneaks up behind & drops him with a Neckbreaker. While Coltrane is down from that move, Synthy places Tom's chair onto Coltrane's chest. She quickly clambers onto the ring apron & executes a Flying Double Foot Stomp onto the chair on Coltrane's chest. Coltrane coughs & splutters as Synthy takes a moment to chill-out, leaning back against the ring apron, calculating. The ref begins another count on Coltrane...* 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... *Coltrane coughs a bit more as he starts to sit up.* 6... *Coltrane is trying to push himself back to his feet.* 7... *Synthy flings the chair at Coltrane again, he ducks it & stands again. The referee ceases his count.* Tom: What a sick move. Synthy landing feet-first on Coltrane's chest & with the added impact of a steel chair resting on his chest! Jeannie: I think we should just be relieved that Coltrane isn't coughing up blood right now! *Coltrane grabs a hold of Synthy's arm & whips her towards the security railing. She crashes into the rail, trying to turn to minimize the impact, but she hits it pretty hard all the same. Coltrane follows her to the rail & gives her a Raven-esque Russian Leg Sweep into the rail. Synthy slumps down in front of the rail, sitting up against it, as Coltrane rummages under the ring to see if there's anything else there he can use. As Coltrane hokes about in the hope of finding something he can use as a weapon against Synthy, the woman herself pushes herself forward slightly & uses one of her legs to kick Coltrane right in the groin. The champion falls to his knees, not quite rendered immobile, but pretty damn close to it. Synthy tries to stand again, nursing her back as much as she can to ease the pain a bit.* Tom: A low-blow to Coltrane from Synthy Eris. Not the most technical move, but an effective one. I doubt she's going for technique as opposed to efficiency tonight. Jeannie: I don't care if this chick is fighting for broads everywhere... you don't kick a cute guy in the nuts! Now what am I supposed to do for entertainment later tonight?! Tom: I heard The Maxx is pretty desperate. Jeannie: HOT DAMN! *As Coltrane continues to lie on the floor, Synthy makes her way back to the announce table. She rips the top covering off & removes the monitor on Jeannie's side.* Tom: Now look at what Synthy's doing! This is definitely bad news for Coltrane. *Synthy takes the monitor as far as it can go until the cables tying it to the table snap. She brings the device over to where Coltrane still lies on the floor (let's face it, that kind of pain takes a while to go away), the cables dragging behind her. She tries to wrap the cables around Coltrane's throat & force him to pass out, but the champ is wily enough to spot her tactics. Coltrane grabs the wires before Synthy can wrap them around his throat. He manages to stand & wrests the monitor from Synthy's grasp. With frightening speed he lamps her in the head with it. Synthy falls to the ground & Coltrane quickly utilizes Synthy's own strategy against her, trying to choke her out using the monitor cables. He wraps the wire around her throat & digs his knee into the back. Synthy coughs & splutters, gasping for air as Coltrane continues his attempt to force her into unconsciousness. Synthy's head is bleeding slightly from where Coltrane cracked her with the monitor. Coltrane continues to tighten the wires around Synthy's throat; she seems to be turning a deep shade of red. Synthy's trying to fight it off, she reaches her hands up to her neck, trying to manoeuvere her fingers under the wire to remove it, but it's just too tight. Synthy's ivory face is turning deeper & deeper red with each passing second, eventually she just gives up & goes limp. Coltrane keeps the cable around her neck for a few seconds longer than necessary to shake the last vestiges of life out of her. He releases her & she slumps onto the ground as the referee starts to count Synthy out.* 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... *Synthy is beginning to stir.* 8... *Synthy is starting to rise again.* 9... *Synthy is back up again.* Tom: Gadzooks! That was a close one for Synthy! Jeannie: "Gadzooks"? *Synthy seems to be wobbling on her feet a little bit; Coltrane looks at her with a strange kind of wonder. Synthy makes a little "bring it" motion with her fingers. Coltrane charges right at her & she hits him with a perfectly-timed back body drop, dumping Coltrane over the security rail & into the crowd. The audience in the immediate vicinity begins to scatter. The referee climbs over the rail & follows the two competitors. Synthy picks up an audience member's chair & tosses it at Coltrane. He gets his right arm up to block it, but, of course, this still causes some degree of pain. Coltrane shakes his arm & Synthy comes crashing into him with a forearm shot to the head. Coltrane is knocked flat on his ass as he stumbles backwards from the blow. Synthy aims a kick at Coltrane's chest. Coltrane rolls aside & the kick swooshes through the air. He swiftly stands up next to Synthy & whips her towards a wall behind the crowd. She crashes into it back-first. Coltrane picks up a chair, folds it shut & makes his way over to Synthy. He winds up & aims right for her. Synthy ducks Coltrane's chair attack as he hits nothing but the wall. She leaps over a nearby bannister & begins to go up the steps. Coltrane follows, the referee tailing them both. Synthy turns to see Coltrane close behind her. She makes her way out into the middle of the bleachers, again, the fans try to clear away. The fans impede Coltrane's progress as he tries to get close enough to reach Synthy. He continues to force his way through the audience until he gets to Synthy who clocks him with a tremendous elbow shot. Coltrane reels back slightly, falling against the referee but not falling on him. The ref pushes Coltrane standing upright again. Coltrane charges right for Synthy, tackling her with a Spear & taking her (& himself) right off the edge of the bleachers, crashing through a merchandise table below. T-Shirts & Baseball Caps go flying in all directions. The fans begin a chant of "HO~LY SHIT!" & the referee begins to count-out both Coltrane & Synthy.* 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... *Coltrane begins to move off the top of Synthy.* 7... *Synthy is starting to stir.* 8... *Coltrane is pushing himself back up.* 9... *Synthy is, shakily, back on her feet.* Tom: A close call for both competitors there. Jeannie: Those big risk moves may do alot of damage to the opponent, but Coltrane was just as at risk as of losing the match there as Synthy. *Both Synthy & Coltrane stand hunched over for a moment, breathing heavily. Synthy is struggling to stand up after taking that big spill through the table. Coltrane looks as if he's ready to fall down again. Synthy, using all the energy she has, basically throws herself at Coltrane, catching him with a Clothesline. Both are down again, but Synthy is up already. She grabs the straps of Coltrane's singlet &, slowly, starts dragging him to where Jeannie & Tom sit next to the entrance ramp.* Tom: Now Synthy Eris is making her way over here again. I hope she doesn't take my seat from me this time. *Synthy tries to heft a groggy Coltrane over her shoulder. Her muscles straining she picks him up, but quickly sets him down again on top of the announce table. For good measure, Synthy nails Coltrane with an elbow to the chest. She gestures towards the ring, pointing upwards at a ring-post. The fans are cheering already, eager to see what Synthy has in store. She rolls into the ring under the bottom rope &, still a little shaky. scales the ropes inside the ring. Synthy looks out over the crowd who continue to cheer her on. Tom & Jeannie have vacated the announce position. Synthy flashes the horns out to the crowd before leaping from the top rope. Just as Synthy leaves the top rope, Coltrane rolls off the announce table. Of course Synthy cannot possibly stop her descent. She smashes right through the announce desk, the thin wooden structure collapsing with the impact of a 145lbs of muscular woman hitting it at high speed.* Tom: Coltrane rolls aside at the last second & Synthy Eris goes crashing through the table right here in front of us! Jeannie: Coltrane drew her in by playing possum & it sure paid off for him. *The ref begins to count out Synthy as Coltrane props himself up against a wall.* 1... *Coltrane leans his head back. His breathing is laboured.* 2... *Coltrane checks his head. He's bleeding, presumably from crashing off the bleachers.* 3... *Coltrane looks down at Synthy. She doesn't appear to be moving.* 4... *Synthy's right foot starts to twitch.* 5... *Synthy's fingers are beginning to move & she can be heard groaning.* 6... *Coltrane doesn't react to Synthy's movements, assuming she still won't arise before the referee has reached 10.* 7... *Synthy's trying to push herself up again, but not being very successful at it.* 8... *Coltrane's eyes go wide as Synthy rolls over & presses herself back up onto one knee.* 9... *Synthy, amazingly, is back on her feet. Coltrane is astonished.* Tom: Say what you will, but her endurance level is incredibly impressive. Jeannie: I have an endurance level..but not the same as her's. Tom: Swing and a miss. *Synthy shakes her head, attempting to knock the stars flinging themselves around her head away. Coltrane looks her up and down, calculating. Both of them are breathing heavily at the strain, both are basically bleeding sweat, and well, actually blood, but neither look ready to fade out just yet. Coltrane charges, Synthy sidesteps and kicks him in the midsection! From this position, she launches herself and hits an inverted Frankensteiner. She leans in close to Coltrane, telling him something the audience can't hear. Coltrane grabs her around the neck and- adjusts it into a Gory neckbreaker! He drags her upward and drops her back down with an inverted facelock backbreaker. Not finished yet, he smacks her before lifting her..and using Synthy's very own Sasorigatame!* Tom: He's locked in Synthy's Herzeleid Strandrauber! This is not a match to make your opponent submit- he's just being cruel! Jeannie: Kind of like, brilliant though. He's taking out her legs. She can't stand if her legs are injured. Tom: Was that actual insight? *He releases her after stretching her legs out to cringe-worthy levels. The referee begins his count again as Synthy lays still.* 1......... 2............... 3.......... 4......... 5........ 6......... 7...... 8- *Synthy stands on rubbery legs, and casts a dark vision to Coltrane. Her face has lost it's arrogant stride, and pain and menace can be seen clearly. Coltrane glares back, shrugs- and Synthy sucks in a gasp as she gets clotheslined. He remains standing, - so she mends this by grabbing him by the ankle, and virtually yanks a leg out from under him. He lands on his front. She starts getting crafty. Synthy grapevines his left leg, and manages to increase the pressure by rising onto her hands, and twisting backward to balance on her head. The image is one of near intimately violent levels of melded legs and sweat. Coltrane looks around for something to grasp to force release of the hold, but, of course, can find nothing. His struggle is utterly in vain; it simply adds to the pressure of her hold. His other leg attempts to kick her off, but she manages to grasp a hold of it with an arm, wrapping it around his ankle. Synthy continues to keep the hold on for as long as she can. Eventually, she relents, realising that Coltrane must be left unconscious in order for her to become W*I*G World Heavyweight Champion. Synthy stands back at the security rail as she looks down at Coltrane. He doesn't appear to be moving. Synthy smirks, the blood running down her face contrasting sharply against her pale skin makes her expression seem all the more sinister. The referee begins to count on Coltrane...* 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... *Coltrane is starting to crawl forward, but still feeling the effects of Synthy's attack on his legs.* 6... *Coltrane grabs at Tom's discarded chair & tries to use it to prop himself up.* 7... *With his free hand, Coltrane grabs onto the ring apron & uses that to pull himself back up.* 8... *Coltrane is standing again, if somewhat shakily.* Tom: Synthy employing Coltrane's strategy against him & trying to take his legs away from him. It nearly worked too. Jeannie: She'll have to cut Coltrane's damn legs off to win this. I hope she doesn't. There's something unappealing about sex with an amputee. Tom: And with that, I believe we'll be inundated with complaints. Thanks Jeannie. Jeannie: Just doing my job. *As Coltrane regains his bearings a bit, Synthy Eris removes the top part of the ring steps. Her muscular arms are straining against the massive weight contained in the huge steel steps. She lifts them right up & runs towards Coltrane. Coltrane turns in time to see Synthy running at him. He lifts up the chair he holds in his hands & swings it at the steps. The inside of the steps whacks against Synthy's head & she falls down, the steps landing on her chest.* Tom: Synthy's choice of weapon backfired on her as Coltrane manages to rattle her brains with a chair shot to the steel steps. Jeannie: And it looks as if he's got something even worse in mind now! *Coltrane raises the chair high above his head & continues to hit the steps with blow after blow. He tosses the chair aside & lifts the steps off Synthy's chest. It's quickly apparent that she's breathing extremely heavily. Coltrane slams the flat side of the steps on Synthy's left knee. He leans back against the ring apron & lets the referee do his job.* 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... *Synthy turns around to claw at the ring apron.* 7... *Using it she pulls herself back up again, her face a bloody mess. The blood drips form her face in large amounts on to the floor.* 8... *Synthy seems to stumble a bit, but, like Coltrane she too is now resting against the ring apron. She pulls herself back into the ring & lies down for a moment to regain some composure.* Tom: That attack on Synthy's knee could have crippled her! Coltrane has no conscience! Jeannie: We've got ambulances waiting out back. I think they'll both need them after this. *Coltrane rolls in under the bottom rope shortly afterward, bringing with him that dreaded steel chair. Coltrane rests back against the ropes for a moment. He marches over to Synthy with the chair raised high. Synthy is holding herself up using the ropes, Coltrane aims the chair for Synthy's head, she dodges it & the chair rebounds off the ropes, smashing into Coltrane's head. he reels backwards. Synthy, with a sudden burst of energy, kicks Coltrane in the gut as he drops the chair. She plants him with a DDT on the chair! But the effort took alot out of Synthy too. The referee is starting to count out both combatants.* 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... *Synthy is sitting up, Coltrane is twitching,* 8... *Coltrane grabs the bottom rope. Synthy pushes herself back to a standing position.* 9... *Coltrane is up, Synthy is up. The two are at a stalemate again.* Tom: This is astonishing. These two can't possibly have much more left in the tank. Jeannie: I think they're both on the verge of passing out. *The two practically collapse into eachother as they engage in a lock-up. Coltrane boots Synthy in the mid-section & drops her with a DDT of his own. Coltrane tells the referee not to bother counting as he heads for the top rope. Coltrane takes his time getting to the top. He's lost alot of blood & is still very shaky & unsteady. He takes so long that Synthy is beginning to sit up again.* Tom: Due to his lack of energy, Coltrane was too slow in getting up the ring-post. Now, it's going to cost him dearly. Jeannie: Whatever move he was going to plagiarize, he better do it quick! *Coltrane looks on aghast. He's so drained he doesn't even dismount the turnbuckle. Synthy throws herself against the ropes, upsetting Coltrane's balance & he gets crotched on the ring-post. Synthy throws her head back, taking a breather. She makes her way towards where Coltrane sits atop the ring-post. She reaches up & hits him a smack in the mouth. Coltrane's head snaps to the side & blood flies from his mouth. Synthy grabs Coltrane's head & places it on her shoulder. She reaches over & grabs Coltrane's legs. She walks back from the ring-post displaying great strength by holding Coltrane in a Muscle Buster position. She drops down to her butt, nailing Coltrane with "Synful Intentions". Due to Synthy's Herculean feat, she's not moving either. Both competitors lie there, unmoving as the ref starts his count yet again.* 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... *Synthy starts to roll over.* 9... *Synthy makes an effort to push herself back up, but ultimately she collapses again.* 10!!! DING-DING-DING! Jeannie: They're both out! What does this mean? *The referee goes over to Howard Finkel to relay his decision.* Finkel: Ladies & Gentlemen, due to the fact that neither competitor was able to answer the 10-count, the referee has ruled this contest a draw, therefore... STILL the Wrestling's Innovative Genesis World Heavyweight Champion.... COOOOOOOOL~TRAAAAAAAAAANNNNE! *The crowd boos heavily as the ref drapes the W*I*G World Heavyweight Championship belt across Coltrane's chest & the strains of Type O Negative fill the W*I*G-Sphere again. A smirk can be seen crossing Coltrane's face as he realizes he's still the champ. The crowd continues to jeer & throw rubbish in the ring. Neither Coltrane or Synthy are in any shape to get up.* Tom: Unbelievable! Coltrane retains his title without even winning the match. Jeannie: You said it there, Tom. He didn't win. Coltrane has been undefeated since coming to W*I*G. His streak ended here tonight & that'll definitely damage his ego. Tom: He still has the W*I*G World Heavyweight Title to soothe his pride, though. Coltrane is STILL the W*I*G World Heavyweight Champion. Now we have to see what happens next. For Jeannie Lawless, I'm Tom Bailey. Good night from W*I*G's March 29th! Copyright 2009 Wrestling's Innovative Genesis
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