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Post by Mr. Faulkner & Fido on Jun 9, 2009 17:50:39 GMT -5
*The scene is the W*I*G-Sphere, as the crowd is quiet as Howard Finkel is doing th ring introductions Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! * "Unleash Me" by The RZA Feat. Prodigal Son & Christbearer of Northstar plays, as Fido walks out. Mr. Faulkner follows closely, leading him to the ring.* Finkel: Introducing first, being led to the ring by manager Mr. Faulkner, from Rennes, France, weighing in at 210 pounds, FIDO!! Tom Bailey: This wrestler, named Fido, makes his debut tonight. Jeannie Lawless: The whole dog thing is both freaky and weird all at the same time. *Fido gets to ringside, as Faulkner starts whispering in his ear. We then see the opponent in the ring, a blond kid dressed in black tights and boots. Finkel: His opponent, already in the ring, from Syracuse, NY, weighing 220 pounds, JAMES BLADE! *When Faulkner finishes talking with Fido, he sends him into the ring. Fido immediately rushes James, and takes him down with a spear. As Fido starts to hit punches on James' face, the ref calls for the bell.* Tom: And the match is on! *Fido then picks up James and starts chopping him in the chest.* Tom: Knife Edge Chops to the chest of Fido's opponent. *As Fido chops, he leads James to the corner. Fido then steps back, and starts kicking James repeatedly on the chest.* Jeannie: Ouch. Fido just beating this kid down. *Fido then climbs up, and puts a foot on James' face. Fido then hits him with the other foot, kicks off his face and lands on his knees. Fido then hits a running knee in the corner.* Tom: Impressive combo here by Fido. *Fido then steps back, as James drops down in the corner. Fido then runs to the ropes, bounces off, and hits James in the face with a dropkick. * Tom: Hesitation Dropkick! Jeannie: I don't think he hesitated a lot there. *Fido then drags James out of the corner and flips him over. Fido then stand on Jame's back, as he puts a foot on the back of his head. Fido then grabs James' arms, and pulls up.* Tom: Seems like he's setting up a cumb stomp there. *Fido then lifts his leg and stomps on the back of James' head. Fido then starts to repeatedly stomp at him, before letting his arms go, and then stepping off of him.* Jeannie: I think he just scrambled his brain... *Fido then pulls back on James' head, and gets him on his knees. Fido then kicks James on the chest before running back to the ropes. After bouncing off, he hits James with a shining wizard.* Tom: He hits the Shining Wizard! That's gotta be it *Fido gets up, and then he sits up James again. Fido goes for it, but James falls back down. * Tom: He wanted another one, but James is not able to stand up for it. *Fido then lifts James up, but this time, grabs onto his left arm and holds him up. Fido then stomps on James, and then he hits a stiff kick on the side of James' head.* Tom: And he hits the second Wizard! *Fido then covers James 1....... 2....... 3!* Tom: It's over, mercifully. *Fido gets to his feet, as "Unleash Me" plays again. The ref goes to raise his hand, but Fido scares him off by pushing him away. Mr. Faulkner then gets in, and calms Fido down by yanking on his collar* Jeannie: Not a friendly guy, is he? Tom: You expect better than a guy who considers himself an animal? *Faulkner then sends Fido out of the ring, as he climbs out after. Fido and Faulkner then head back up the ramp as the images then fades out to black.*
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The Innocent
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Post by The Innocent on Jun 9, 2009 18:57:27 GMT -5
Howard Finkel: The following inter-gender Tag-Team contest is scheduled for one fall & is a Semi-Final match for the Colvin Cup Tournament.
Jeannie: Oh, yay! MORE chicks out here.
Tom: Well, there'll be a few guys too. Some of your favorites, in fact.
Jeannie: How could you know that?
Tom: Well, pretty much any guy is your favorite. It seemed like a logical assumption.
*Dropkick Murphys' "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" cues up. Roughly 30 seconds into the song Coach O'Hare appears & the audience boos him as though he had taken a large lollipop from a particularly cute little baby. His daughter Maeve follows behind him, posing elegantly for the crowd before Sean McCann sidles up next to her. The instant he does she tries to move on down the ramp to distance herself from him.*
Jeannie: Hmmm... Sean. Why on Earth would Maeve want to be further away from him?
Tom: If he's carrying as many STDs as I hear, I'm not surprised she wants to keep a distance.
Howard Finkel: Introducing first, proudly representing their home country of Ireland, being accompanied by Coach O'Hare, at a combined weight of 414lbs, "The Don Juan of Donegal" Sean McCann & Maeve O'Hare... TEAM IRELAND!
*Coach O'Hare inserts himself in between Maeve & Sean to try to get them to cooperate. The Green, White & Gold pyro explodes at the top of the ramp. O'Hare raises his Hurley high & stretches the Tricolour out as wide as he can, Maeve poses Beth Phoenix style & Sean removes his shades, his arms spread wide. The three carry on down to the ring. Sean enters the ring & scales a ring post, removing his shiny white waistcoat & throwing it to the crowd where a bunch of women scrabble to get it, he points out into the audience & winks. Maeve climbs the opposite post & gives a quick, elegant flex of her arms before jumping back into the ring. Maeve & Sean are talking again, but their exchanges seem less heated than in the past.*
Tom: Despite quite clearly having their differences in the past- & even here tonight- Maeve & Sean have been very successful in this tournament, having defeated both the Pantheon of the New Revelation & The King's Court, neither of whom have even been heard from since!
Jeannie: Should I start making up milk cartons for their opponents right now?
*”March to the Scaffold” Starts to hit the speakers and the crowd starts to boo. Then they start to see Joshua. Although the women start to swoon a bit, but the men are booing even louder.*
Tom: Well, there’s your favorite. Joshua is now here.
Jeannie: Yup, and sadly Vile will be coming out shortly.
Howard Finkel: And their opponents, first from The Land of Purity, weighing in at 222 pounds, a member of The Innocent, JOSHUA!
Tom: Joshua, the one with the well educated feet.
Jeannie: I bet The Keeper has taught him well.
*Joshua enters the ring and waves at the crowd. As soon as he does that, “Goodbye blood and Rose” starts up on the Colvintron and Vile starts to make her way out. Vile enters the arena and the crowd starts to boo, including the ladies start to boo.*
Tom: And there she is, Jeannie. Vile.
Jeannie: She’s been key in the Colvin Cup, I’ll give her that, but that mask definitely needs to go. I can’t stand masked wrestlers.
Howard Finkel: And his tag time partner, from Las Vegas, Nevada. Weighing in at 172 pounds…VILE!
Tom: Well, Vile’s not endearing herself to the crowd, but then again she doesn’t like anybody.
Jeannie: Maybe, but she’s at least managed to co-exist with Joshua, so that’s a plus.
Tom: Looks like the men will start this match off.
Jeannie: Goody, Goody!
DING-DING!
*Sean starts off against Joshua. The two lithe men circle each other momentarily before lunging in for a lock-up. Joshua seems to be getting an advantage over the smaller McCann. He wrenches Sean's left arm around & follows up by kicking him in the mush. Sean stumbles backwards, falling on his ass.*
Jeannie: NO! NOT IN THE FACE!
*Sean sits up on the mat & Joshua aims another stiff kick at Sean's face. Sean avoids the move & sneaks behind Joshua. Joshua, however, is still able to kick Sean even from that angle. Sean doubles over & Joshua quickly hits an Axe Kick to the back of Sean's head. Sean goes down, but Joshua is, obviously, not quite done yet. He whips Sean towards a neutral corner. Joshua waits for a moment then runs towards the corner aiming to hit Sean with his Running Moonsault Kick. Sean dodges the move at the last second & Joshua gets crotched on the turnbuckles.*
Jeannie: Now Joshua's out of action too? This is not looking good for my guys.
*Sean sets Joshua up on the ring-post in a Tree of Woe position. After stomping at Joshua's mid-section a few times, Sean, nimbly clambers up to the top rope. He stands on Joshua's knees & then leaps off, simultaneously executing a Mule Kick onto Joshua's mid-section.*
Tom: Sean McCann standing on Joshua's knees. Obviously an attempt to wear down Joshua's legs & hamper his ability to throw his scintillating kicks with those educated feet.
Jeannie: I'm begging you, throw away the "Jim Ross Guide to Announcing"!
*Sean makes the tag to Maeve as Joshua slumps down in the corner. Maeve takes a few seconds to choke Joshua out with her foot. The referee starts counting on her & she releases Joshua at the count of four. Maeve backs off a little bit as Joshua starts to sit up in the corner, then she runs at him full speed, raking her foot right across his face. Maeve drags Joshua up out of the corner & sets him on the top rope. She follows up herself, trying to hook his arms for a "Celtic Tiger Driver". But Joshua fights back, he shoves Maeve off the top rope & the Emerald Isle Amazon goes crashing down to the mat below. Acting swiftly, Joshua leaps off the rope with Leg Drop onto Maeve's throat. Joshua quickly rolls to his own corner & makes the tag to Vile. Vile simply oozes confidence as she enters the ring.*
Jeannie: Even though she wears a mask, you can tell that Vile is eager to get her hands on Maeve O'Hare.
Tom: Despite both women only really having broken the national scene last year, they both have a history with each other. Maeve actually defeated Vile in a very early encounter in EWT. Vile was supposed to defend the GND Title against Maeve before Maeve &, infact, all of Team Ireland left the company last year.
*Vile stalks Maeve as she waits for her larger opponent to stand. Vile grabs Maeve's arm & tries to whip her towards a corner, but Maeve counters & instead drags Vile in for a Clothesline. Maeve grabs Vile's mask & drags her to her feet again, aiming to drag her in for another Clothesline. Vile ducks the move this time & slips behind Maeve hitting her with a Lungblower. Vile goes to make a quick cover on Maeve...*
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KICKOUT!
Tom: Vile may be among the strongest women on the W*I*G roster, but it'd be much more prudent of her to stick to her high-flying style against Maeve O'Hare, who may be second only to Fannie Package in terms of strength among W*I*G's female contingent.
*Maeve gets back to her feet & the two women lock-up in a Collar-&-Elbow Tie-Up. Maeve gets an advantage & traps Vile in a Side Headlock. Vile tries to back herself up to the ropes & shoot Maeve off. The attempt is unsuccessful as Vile gets dragged along with Maeve, still in the Headlock. Vile tries to lift Maeve over for a Back Suplex, but Maeve proves too strong & too heavy for this as well. Vile, it seems, may be starting to fade out a little. Maeve transitions behind Vile & locks the hold in as a Sleeper. Maeve drags Vile down to the mat & also cinches in a Body Scissors around her. Vile can do little against this. Her arms start flailing about as the referee makes his way over to check her condition. She tries not to rest for too long knowing that this could result in the end of the match. But with Maeve's strong arms around her head & neck & her massive thighs pushing the oxygen out of her lungs, Vile may not be left with much choice.*
Tom: Maeve manages to slow the match down by applying a Body Scissors & with legs like that it's got to be taking a very serious toll on Vile.
Jeannie: No kidding. Those massive tree-trunks are squashing the air from Vile's body. It's only a matter of time before she passes out.
*Vile's arms stop moving so violently, she may be bout to pass out. The referee stoops down to check, he lifts Vile's arm, and it drops once. He lifts it again, it drops a second time. Before the referee can completely rule out Vile, Joshua comes dashing into the ring. he slides across the mat with a kick to Maeve O'Hare's side causing the massive Irishwoman to release the hold on Vile.*
Tom: Joshua makes Maeve break the hold with that Baseball Slide.
Jeannie: When a woman the size of Maeve has you trapped there's not a whole lot you can do about it & I should know!
Tom: ... I'm not even sure I WANT to know that story!
*Maeve gets up to argue with Joshua as the referee tries to force the yellow-jump-suited young man out of the ring. Maeve turns back to face Vile, only to notice that she's nowhere to be seen. It isn't until Maeve is clobbered in the back of the head with a Springboard forearm that she figures out just where Vile had got to. Vile continues to lay into Maeve with a series of punches to the back of her head. Vile then sits on Maeve trapping her in a Camel Clutch. Vile wraps one arm around Maeve's throat & snakes her right arm under Maeve's own, effectively tying Maeve up in a Kahtihajime as she sits on her. Maeve is struggling to escape, but Vile has her rather effectively immobilized.*
Tom: Now Vile manages to answer Maeve with a Submission hold of her own!
Jeannie: She's managing to keep her down rather effectively in spite of Maeve's obvious strength advantage! Kudos to you Vile.
*Coach O'Hare gets up onto the ring apron, attempting to enter the ring, an attempt that is thwarted by the referee. However, this means the referee is not able to stop Sean McCann from sneaking into the ring & Dropkicking Vile right in the face. Vile lets go of her hold on Maeve & Sean tries to get in as much damage on Vile as he can kicking & stomping away at her. Sean helps Maeve get back on her feet before the ref orders him out of the ring. Maeve advances on Vile & leans over her, blasting her with alternating lefts & rights as Vile tries to cover up. The official orders Maeve to cease using closed-fist blows on Vile. Maeve stops & backs away a little. Vile lunges at Maeve as soon as she's standing again. Maeve whips Vile off to the ropes. Vile slips outside the ring, under the ropes & quickly makes it over to a ring-post where she comes flying off with a Cross-Body. Maeve walks out of the path of the move as Vile hits the mat & makes a tag to Sean.*
Tom: Maeve deftly avoids the cross-body as Vile crashes onto the canvas. She had her well scouted for that one.
*Sean springs into the ring. He smashes Vile in the face with a Flying Forearm & quickly attempts a Standing Moonsault to follow up. He then hits the ropes & hits a Rolling Thunder on Vile before going for a cover.*
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KICKOUT!
*Vile surprises Sean with her ability to escape from that combo. The two get back to a standing position again.*
Tom: Sean seems quite taken aback by Vile's resiliency.
Jeannie: I have to admit, I'm impressed myself!
*Sean tries to whip Vile off to the ropes, but Vile reverses & sends Sean to the ropes instead. Sean rebounds & Vile catches him with a Hurrancanrana. Sean is sent flying towards his own corner, but Vile is in no hurry to let him make a tag to Maeve. Instead she runs around trying to intercept Sean before he can make it to the Team Ireland corner. Vile cuts off Sean with a two-footed Dropkick to the face. Sean goes rolling back more towards Vile & Joshua's side of the ring. Vile waits for Sean to stand again as she slinks outside the ropes. She scales a nearby ring-post & flies off the top with a Missile Dropkick to Sean's chest.*
Tom: Vile is proving to be as adept at the high-flying style of offense as McCann himself.
*Vile picks Sean up & gives him a Suplex, Sean slips down Vile's back & then leaps up onto her shoulders. Vile simply drops down backwards, slamming Sean’s head & neck into the canvas almost in a Japanese Ocean Cyclone Suplex. Vile picks Sean back up again & is, seemingly, trying to set him up for a "Vile Driver". Sean manages to reverse the move by tipping over to one side so that now, he holds Vile in the Tombstone position. Rather than perform the Piledriver, though, Sean simply falls forward landing on top of Vile in a sort of Reverse Styles Clash. While laying atop Vile, Sean makes an obscene crotch-thrusting gesture in her face. He licks his lips in a way that troubles some of the younger female members of the crowd.*
Tom: Now that's just uncalled for.
Jeannie: *Moans pleasurably*
Tom: Clearly my broadcast colleague disagrees.
*Sean hits a Mushroom Stomp on Vile before he scoots off to the top rope. Sean slips as he tries to get to the top so he has to take his time to regain his balance again, as he does so, Vile gets up again. She makes her way over to the corner Sean now stands atop & clubs him in the back. Vile then lifts Sean off the corner & runs across the ring with him before planting him with a Liger Bomb! The referee dashes over to make a count...*
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MAEVE BREAKS IT UP!
Tom: What a Liger Bomb! Vile displays her impressive strength again!
*Maeve O'Hare enters the ring & makes a beeline straight for Vile, booting her viciously in the face. Maeve then lifts up Vile & gives her an over the shoulder Gutbuster before the referee forces Maeve outside & back to her own corner. Maeve, grudgingly, returns to the Team Ireland corner.*
Jeannie: Speaking of impressive strength, how about that Gutbuster?!
*Both Sean & Vile are struggling to get back up & make it to their respective corners to tag in their partners. Sean crawls slowly towards Maeve who waits with an outstretched hand as Vile makes her way to the corner where Joshua stands, also with his hand stretched out as far as he can reach.*
Tom: Now Sean & Vile are both desperate to make the tag to their respective partners. Who will be the first to do so?
*Both struggle forth & make a tag almost simultaneously. Joshua & Maeve both enter the ring with a full head of steam. Joshua cracks off a Roundhouse Kick that sends Maeve reeling. He goes to hit her with a Bicycle Kick that Maeve ducks. She tries to whip him to a neutral corner, but Joshua reverses & sends Maeve into the corner instead. Joshua backs himself up to the corner directly opposite Maeve & performs a Handspring Backflip towards her, ending with him hitting Maeve with both feet in her face. Maeve drops to the mat & Joshua prepares to nail her with another massive kick. But Maeve manages to avoid that move too & is then able to grab Joshua just as he spins around, she locks him up in a Cobra Clutch & dumps him right on his head with a "Cooley Cattle Drive". Maeve scrambles to make the cover on Joshua...*
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VILE BREAKS IT UP!
*Vile flies off the top rope with a Frog Splash onto Maeve's back, forcing the break.*
Tom: Team Ireland were mere seconds away from winning this match & advancing to the final round of the Colvin Cup before Vile hit that Frog Splash.
Jeannie: If it means we get to see more of Joshua & Sean out here, I'm all for it.
*Maeve gets up & takes a swing at Vile, but the referee is forcing Vile back out of the ring. Maeve turns back around to Joshua only to be met with a "Soul Cleanser". Joshua makes the cover on Maeve this time...*
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SEAN BREAKS IT UP!
*Sean McCann hits a Flying Double Stomp onto Joshua to force him to relinquish his cover of Maeve.*
Tom: And Sean, in a mirror image of Vile's attack forces Joshua to break up the pinfall with that Double Stomp!
*The ref ushers Sean out of the ring as Maeve & Joshua square off again. Joshua hooks Maeve up for a Suplex, but Maeve blocks the move & instead drills Joshua with a Brainbuster. Maeve then bashes Joshua's knees onto the mat several times. Maeve ties Joshua's legs around her own & stomps his knees into the mat before she rocks back in a Surfboard hold. She then lets go of Joshua's arms & also ties him up with a Dragon Sleeper. The referee gets into position to check whether Joshua is going to submit, but the Innocent member keeps his mouth shut.*
Tom: With all the strength in Maeve's legs she could keep Joshua suspended up there for hours!
Jeannie: I wonder if she could...
Tom: Wait, wait, are you a lesbian, bisexual now or what?
Jeannie: I don't even know any more.
*Maeve doesn't seem to be about to release the hold any time in the near future. Joshua signals for Vile again, but the referee is keeping one eye on Vile at all times to prevent her from entering the ring. Maeve keeps Joshua's body well-stretched out by supporting him with her own strong legs & one arm contorting his head backwards preventing him from receiving much oxygen.*
Tom: You can see Vile wants to get in there, but the ref is keeping a watchful eye on her. The ref knows that she’ll try to interfere.
Jeannie: I hope she interferes, I don’t want her to choke out my dear Joshie!
*Vile decides to put one leg through the ropes and Sean McCann decides to charge after her, but is caught by the ref. The ref holds him back, and Vile scales the top rope and gives Maeve a missile dropkick off the top rope to get Joshua out of the hold. Vile quickly gets to the outside and to her corner. The ref sees the ropes shake, and asks Vile about it. Vile denies it and Joshua comes over to tag out.*
Jeannie: Finally, he can now get a breather and Vile can take care of that man-woman.
Tom: Who’s more of a woman, her or Fannie Package in your eyes?
Jeannie: That’s a loaded question.
*Vile scales the top rope and goes for a hurricarana on Maeve, but Maeve catches her and gives Vile a massive Sit-out Powerbomb. She starts to lift up Vile, but Vile gives her a thumb in the eye. Maeve staggers, and Vile runs to the ropes, but on the rebound, is caught in a massive bearhug from Maeve. Maeve squeezes, but Vile does the classic ear clap and Vile is let go to the ground. Vile then runs to the corner and goes to the top. She leaps but is caught by Maeve.*
Tom: Vile went to the well once to often and now is caught by Maeve. She now can do anything she wants to her now.
Jeannie: As long as that leaves me Sean and Joshua, I don’t care.
Tom: Maeve now has Vile lifted over her head. This could be it for Vile.
*Maeve has Vile held over her head. She presses the smaller woman a few times, but is then caught with a Savate Kick from Joshua, Maeve falls back & manages to drop Vile in such a way that Vile lands on top of her. The referee gets into position to count...*
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KICKOUT!
*And, a "Kickout with authority", as the kids say. Maeve practically presses Vile off her. Vile landing on the nearby referee. The price he pays for getting too close to the action. Maeve gets back to her feet, dragging Vile up as well & trying to cinch in a Cobra Clutch on her. Vile fights back with a few well-placed elbows before whipping Maeve back to her own corner. Vile makes the tag to Joshua, but Sean McCann also enters the ring & all four wrestlers are clubbing at each other brutally. Even Coach O'Hare steps into the ring with an aim to cracking his Hurley at Team Ireland's opponents, O'Hare is halted in his tracks by a Spear from a very large Scottish man!*
Tom: It's Chaz Stone! Chaz Stone is out to get revenge for Sean & Maeve costing himself & Fannie Package their Semi-Final match!
*In the ring, Fannie Package lifts Sean McCann up with a Double Chicken-Wing hold before dumping him over the top rope on top of Coach O'Hare. Chaz & Fannie then both grab Maeve & whip her off to the ropes, catching her on the rebound with a Double Spinebuster.*
Tom: Chaz Stone & Fannie Package just completely decimating Team Ireland & rightfully so, if you ask me.
*Joshua & Vile seem somewhat bemused by this occurrence until Chaz & Fannie turn on them too, knocking them down with Dual Clotheslines. Fannie, picks up Joshua & tosses him over the top & onto the growing pile of bodies that includes Sean & the Coach. Chaz slams Vile on top of Maeve.*
Jeannie: And now they've placed the knocked-out Vile on top of the incapacitated Maeve!
*Chaz & Fannie each knock their forearms together in a sort of "high-five" before departing, apparently pleased with their work. The referee is coming round again. He crawls over to where Vile lies on top of Maeve & makes the count...*
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3!!!
*"Goodbye Blood & Rose" plays again in the W*I*G-Sphere as the referee raises a barely conscious Vile's arm in victory as he looks around to see where Joshua is. The pile of bodies outside the ring starts to move a bit as Joshua finally gets back to his feet. He enters the ring as Sean McCann & Coach O'Hare also start to get up, the former, aiding the latter in getting to his feet. Joshua & Vile exit the ring as Maeve & Sean glare at each other, knowing that they can't blame each other for this loss. Instead, they are cursing the names of Fannie Package & Chaz Stone.*
Bailey: This is not at all how I expected the semi finals to transpire, but regardless, we are now set for our grand finale, which will take place at JUNEhem.
Lawless: Got that right. Jason Hereford and Danny Taylor taking on the likes of Joshua and Vile. Two dashing young adonisses and their two dirty disgusting wretches.
Bailey: Only one of them will be able to claim victory. The question is, which tandem will it be?!
Lawless: Search me. Guess we'll just have to wait and see.
*With this last statement, we quickly fade to commercial*
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Post by Jason Hereford on Jun 10, 2009 21:36:18 GMT -5
*The camera fades in to a familiar, greasy-haired man standing in plain view with a casual smirk upon his visage. His sunglasses are over top of his eyes, and bits of dust can be seen resting on the lenses. Smudges of filth are all over his grey pants. Jason seems apathetic to his especially disheveled appearance as of late, and instead flicks his matted locks back, away from his eyes, before clearing his throat to speak.*
Hereford: It’s been a damn long while, hasn’t it? I’m Jason Hereford—if that wasn’t obvious enough, douchebags—and welcome to another episode of the non-award winning show I’m too cheap to put on the web, the Spectrum of Morality! In the span of only a few days, you’ve witnessed me—Jason Hereford, obviously—making a procession of power plays. A bit of diplomacy, and a pair of Colvin Cup victories. And what resounding victories those two have been, regardless of what YOU may say or think.
*The camera cuts to a series of clips of the recorded match where Jason Hereford, and his partner Danny Taylor, faced off against Vin Beverly and Alexa King.*
Hereford: Against the airheaded Vin Beverly and the well-traveled Alexa King, Danny Taylor and I came through victorious. In fact, Alexa King was so clearly destroyed…
*A clip flashes across the screen, depicting the move that ultimately ended the Quarter-Final match.*
Hereford: …that she ultimately left the company after the match, and both of her former lovers decided to compensate like two drunks when the woman they’ve been hitting on realizes how much of a pair of losers they are and splits.
*A new clip flashes on the screen, showing but a part of the post-match speech delivered by the newly-formed team, Bros B4 Hos.*
*The camera cuts back to Jason, who shrugs as he looks on at the cameraman.*
Hereford: Yeah, you and “The Dukester” sure told her, I’m sure! And now that the motivation between you is gone, you won’t each have the drive to work as a one-upping alliance…and from experience I can tell you that such a team could’ve won the tag titles in the future. But you know what they say—and I hope you comprehend this—all that glitters is not gold.
*The vagabond rubs his palms together, smiling, before he cracks his neck and looks back at the camera.*
Hereford: And then, as most recently seen, Danny and I succeeded against Charles Stone and Fannie Package, who were foolishly placed to be the favorites of this entire tournament!
*The camera cuts to the finish of the Colvin Cup Semi-Final match of Hereford and Taylor against Stone and Package.*
*The camera cuts back to Jason, who shakes his head with a smile that is wider than the last.*
Hereford: Well, there we go! So much for the favorites, eh? And so the tournament continues. At this point, a pair of teams who everyone so vehemently doubted and spoke out against have made it to the finals of our Colvin Cup; myself and Danny Taylor, along with the team of the Innocent’s Joshua and the otherwise maverick woman known quite simply as Vile. First and foremost, I must give credit to this pair—they’ve made it as far as Danny and I have—but their success is about to be going to be stopped short at JUNEhem, and they are powerless to do anything.
*The camera cuts to clips of Joshua and Vile from their more recent Colvin Cup matches, against teams of Coltrane and Rosie and Sean McCann and Maeve O’Hare of Team Ireland.*
Hereford: While Danny and I represent two of the most intellectual and rational members of the roster, Joshua and Vile stand in stark contrast. Joshua, as you should ALL well know by this point, belongs to a secretive cult known as The Innocent, perhaps known best for their clandestine objectives and their enigmatic leader, The Keeper. Joshua, in particular, wishes to be a benign force for his team, but his crusade for purity has certainly gained no subscribers. At the moment, he has freed Malakai Larkin—the artist formerly known as Earnest—from his “Innocent” shackles as he pursues Aqil Ghassan, a fellow who might still be in the Colvin Cup at this moment were it not for my ABSOLUTE superiority in the squared circle.
*Jason Hereford reaches upward with both arms and stretches, and clears his throat before continuing.*
Hereford: His partner is Vile, an ostentatious little outcast who believed that her victories in EWT would guarantee her success in W*I*G; an extrapolation that has been met with mixed results thus far. Her genuine interests seem to be rooted in her self-gain. She also enjoys long walks on the beach and malevolently attacking any soul that opposes her. Wait…er…anyway…her attitude towards others indeed seems to be of the most ill-tempered variant; the kind that chauvinists of the Victorian era would’ve chewed up for their own ends. But she’s seen past this, joining up with Joshua after dispatching Lily-Rose, a woman who, like Aqil Ghassan, could very well have made it into the finals of the Colvin Cup had my partner Danny Taylor not utterly eclipsed her in our first round match. But I digress…
*Jason enters into a pondering look, scratching the side of his head and nodding as something processes into his head.*
Hereford: And so, Vile and Joshua, coming hot off the heels of victory, are doubtlessly driven to win this upcoming JUNEhem match and walk away triumphantly with not only a mere trophy, but MITB-style title shots that they may each wield as they please; which, if used correctly, could land championship gold around each of their waists. But speeches of how Danny and I will trounce you—Joshua and Vile—aside, it’s time that I cut to the chase and placed both of you upon the Spectrum of Morality. Joshua, as you are the crusader to end ALL crusaders, you must receive nothing less than a “TEN” on the scale. Really, I’m not being biased here. I swear. Your entire existence up to his point is your “battle for purity.” Oh sure, the destruction of others isn’t your religion or anything, but I mean, look at your past activities. The war with Hardcore Hensley and the attack on his toady who you had destroyed in front of thousands of screaming fans? And for what? Your moral values? Next time you want to prove a moral or ethical point, let’s try not attacking people to prove it. You’ll only harden their hearts and anger them. Don’t believe me? Your match with good ‘ol Hardcore at W*I*G Gives Thanks is all the proof I need. Unless you somehow do a crazy 180, I don’t think you’ll ever reach that wonderful “5.”
*Jason puts his hands in the torn-up pockets of his dull old pants, and lets off a sigh of complacency.*
Hereford: And Vile…you’re no better. Rather, you’re of the same ilk as any other everyday malcontent. You just happen to know a few wrestling moves and speak coherently, too. Unlike Joshua, who fights for “purity”—I hate saying that in repetition so much, but what term works better?—you do whatever you damn well please and let your anger rule your action. You and Rosie attacked that pesky Ykaterina Milosanova because she survived any sort of pinfall attempt, and with Joshua, wiped her out of the tournament. She would go on to win your GND title, but that did little to stop your warpath. Then we got you attacking Lily-Rose…because she pointed something out about how you lost. HA! If I attacked anyone I saw because they ridiculed my own foibles, well…I wouldn’t be enjoying any prison movies where I’d be going. To PRISON! Erhem. In short, Vile, you receive a “Two” for your actions and your admittedly caustic personality. You’re far from the worst I’ve ever seen, but you’re also light years from that respectable balance where the concept of morality is transcended and human logic is the dominant theme in life.
*Jason takes his hands out of his pockets and rubs his left shoulder.*
Hereford: Well, that’s all the time we’ve got for today on this episode of the Spectrum of Morality. Be sure to watch in the future…because in a matter of days, one way or another, the long-lasting saga of the Colvin Cup will have ended…and a victorious pair will have the prize to match. That’s a wrap.
*As he makes a gesture towards the cameraman, Jason nods his head slightly and the footage begins to fade out into darkness.*
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Post by Damien Blood on Jun 11, 2009 19:27:09 GMT -5
*We open on the backstage area of W*I*G. Standing in front of a vending machine is Nicole Michaels. She is wearing a red shirt, blue jeans, and red shoes. She puts some money into the machine, pushes a button, and bends over to grab the Coca-Cola she just purchased. Nicole turns around and is startled back into the vending machine by Damien Blood. She yells a little. Damien is wearing a shirt with a dragon on it, blue jeans, and black boots. He smiles devilishly and just stares at Nicole.*
Damien Blood: Sorry. Did I scare you?
Nicole Michaels: No.
Damien: Don’t lie. It’s unbecoming of you.
Nicole: What do you want?
Damien: I know about your little crush on Magnum…
Nicole: I don’t have a crush on…
Damien: And, I figured that you undoubtedly saw Magnum’s last match.
Nicole: I saw.
Damien: And, I’m sure you heard what I told your boyfriend.
Nicole: Yeah. I just said that…
Damien: So, I figured that I would come and make sure you got the message.
Nicole: What? That you’re a sick man who likes to cut himself and sit around in his own crap?
*Damien moves in uncomfortably closer to Nicole.*
Damien: If you interfere in my match with Magnum this Sunday, well then I’m gonna make you bleed. And, like I said, it might not be from your face.
*Nicole suddenly tries to push Damien away. However, Damien punches the vending machine. We hear a can fall out.*
Damien: Don’t be startin’ fights that you can’t win. Hell, this is all your fault. You interfered at March 29th when you were told not to! Besides, it’s Magnum who’s taken a shine to you. He’s the one who wants to be your knight in shining armor! And, if he wants to pretend he’s in some magical fairytale land, then fine! I’ll be his dragon, and you can be his fair maiden. But, you and he will be the ones who get burned. So, unless you want to be lunch, I better not see you this Sunday. Understand?
Nicole: I understand.
Damien: Good.
*Damien bends down, grabs the soda can, and walks off. Nicole just stares at him as he leaves. Then, we cut to a promo for JUNEhem.*
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Danny Taylor
Opener
One Half of the Victorious Colvin Cup Tournament Team
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Post by Danny Taylor on Jun 12, 2009 4:26:03 GMT -5
*Fade back from commercial. We see John Cena standing backstage at the interview corner with his trusty mic.*
Cena: Hey, I'm John Cena. And unlike some OTHER individual, I don't need kryptonite and a million run-ins to be put on my back. *He winks at the camera.* And I'm here with one of my favorite W*I*G performers... Someone who actually respects me. Ladies and Gentlemen.... Please welcome Danny Taylor!
*The crowd immediately boos at the mere mention of Danny's name. And more so as the camera pulls back to see Danny looking absolutely stone faced. Her eyes give a sadden eye roll before she looks back at Cena.*
Danny: How goes the petition to have the other individual's name changed to Elton John?
Cena: Not well... Anyways, that's not important. What is would be that you're just one step away from winning the Colvin Cup. Any thoughts?
*She smiles deeply when Colvin Cup is mentioned, which sparks an unfavorable response from the live crowd.*
Danny: Far too many for the meager time alloted to yourself. But no matter, I will try to convey the deep recesses of my consciousness as it relates to this subject at hand in a timely manner to be sure. *She calmly holds out her hand for the mic and is awarded it. With a friendly nod to Cena, she turns to the camera.* For too long I have been unjustly denied my rightful place as the world representative of what it means to be a true female role model for all to behold. I am, of course, referring to the promised land... The city on a hill... The Undisputed W*I*G Women's Championship. And at this chapter in my life, it seems all but certain that attain that beautiful goal. No longer will that neon, candy fueled impasse will stand in my way. No, she wasn't even in this glorious tournament. Truly my ancestors have smiled upon me by making her disappear into thin air yet again.
*Danny rolls her neck slightly before continuing.*
Danny: The Colvin Cup, or what I like to call my restitution. In this clash of supposed titans, most chose friends as allies. And what of them? They fell. Why? Because their judgment was clouded by foolishness. One by one, each one of them lost. Rather, I sought out the one individual that I felt understood me. One who I could be proud to stand side by side as we dispatched all to reach the finals. And one whose intellect reaches my own. That is why I am in the finals. I chose the perfect partner. To couple this, the other team in the finals did the same thing. To this I give them credit. But the similarities to Mr. Hereford and myself end there. You see, Mr. Joshua and Ms. Vile, while you can obviously beat those paper contenders down into a pulp... The both of you have never stepped into the ring with opponents to the caliber that is Mr. Hereford and I. All the barbaric strikes, all the suicidal high flying, and all the bravado you can muster will pale in comparison to us for one sheer reason: the horizon shines for us. You have been given chance after chance to prove yourself, only to end in failure. While we have been only cheated. It is only by the fearful actions of others that I do not currently have gold around my waist. But rest assured, after your eyes adjust to the rays of light overhead, you both will see myself and Mr. Hereford as your betters.
*She smiles at the camera.*
Danny: But all is not lost. There's nothing to be ashamed to be beaten by the perfect representation of what it means to be a moral, responsible woman in modern day society. *She leans in.* But as a favor, could you not linger in the ring for too long after the match? I wouldn't want our hard fought celebration tainted with cult followers or faux intellectuals. Much appreciated.
*She tips her hat.*
Danny: And with that, I must give my leave. Some us like to study our vic- ahem, opponents for the upcoming match. Not all of us can win off of pure arrogance and ego, you know.
*She hands the mic back to John Cena, shaking his hand, and leaves the area.*
Cena: And that was Danny Taylor, a role model you can trust!
*Fade into a promo showing Synthy Eris winning the W*I*G title.*
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Post by sigmafan on Jun 14, 2009 20:21:55 GMT -5
Cena: Hi, I'm John Cena and ignore that imitator on another company's show. Well, the finals are all set for the first annual colvin cup and I have here one of the finalists in Vile.
*Vile steps in and the crowd boos*
Cena: Vile, you're in the finals with your partner Joshua of the Innocent. You're slated to go up against Danny Taylor and Jason Hereford. I'd like to get your thoughts.
Vile: My thoughts are as follows. Jason Hereford is nothing more than a pathetic miscreant who lives in the backseat of a car that went under 13 years ago. He might be good in the ring, but he's not good enough to take me or Joshua on. Danny Taylor is one step lower than Jason Hereford. That being she's nothing more than a tomboy hillbilly. I will even wager that she has the cleanliness of a musk ox. Both aren't even worthy to face off against either one of us. After we take care of those paperweights, Joshua will destroy the ultimate in paper champions in Synthy Eris. Then, I will take care of that muscular transgender in Fannie Package to regain my predetermined crown as Undisputed Women's champion. Afterwards, I don't care who takes me on. Danny Taylor again, Billie Torn, Ykaterina, Tanya Flaire, Juri, Chick-Fil-A or whatever the hell she is, Rosie, I don't care. Any who oppose me will be destroyed.
*Snort.* "Oh really?"
*The camera view pulls back to see BR Juri Sadamoto leaning against a wall listening to the interview.*
Juri: Oh don't mind me, I'm just on my way for a Pepsi.
Cena: Juri, while I have you here, I'd like your thoughts on your friend Synthy being champion and this upcoming Colvin Cup Finale.
Juri: Syn knows what I think, that's all that matters there. *She stands up from against the wall.* As for the Colvin Cup, it's a damn shame that the four we have that have made it to the finals when we had more deserving teams. But it's not my place to judge. Should be a good match of.... equals? *She looks over at Vile.* ...Sorry I took your time. I'll leave so you can say how you're the best or something.
Vile: It figures. You take the time from someone more deserving of airtime than you, then you leave. Much like your entire career. You take the opportunities away from more deserving people then disappear for months at a time.
Juri: It is unfortunate that I sometimes I have to take time off for doctor mandated resting, but it's just something I have to deal with. Part of game when you actually have to face difficult opponents and not attack them randomly backstage.
Vile: Sure, your doctor tells you to rest 5 months before you wrestle your next match? Man, you're more pathetic in the longevity department than Kennedy. In all honestly, you're more pathetic than Taylor.
Juri: Nobody's more pathetic than her. But that aside, I am who I am. I make no bones about it. And while I've never said I'm the best woman here... I know one thing, my masked Chicky.... I am better than you. You claim to be the best, but until you hold gold and defeat all commers... You aren't anything but a pretender. The best, at this time, is named Fannie Package. But back to me and you. What have you done here to gloat about your accomplishments? You had a title you won in another place during a downtime, you came here only to lose that title, and you lost your only singles PPV match as a non-champion to a good friend of mine. Face it, you aren't the best until you can prove yourself. Make a big statement. Do something to make people talk.
mmxfan2 (5:59:17 PM): Vile: Don't worry. I will. *vile walks off, slyly*
Cena: Ok, back to you Juri. Seems like she's getting to you in some way.
Juri: Maybe slightly... But- *Vile grabs a chair, comes back and waffles Juri on the back to bring her down.*
Vile: That good enough, Juri. If not, here's more. *continues to lay shot after shot to Juri's back, then slams the chair down and walks away*
Juri: *Heavy breathing*
Cena: Juri? Juri!? Are you alright?
*The fiery Joshi pulls herself to one knee then the other to rise up, albeit it while holding her back.*
Juri: Yeah...it's nothing I haven't felt before.... *With a sick grin.* I think she...got the message... Now, let's see if she can back up her claims.
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Post by The Hardcore Disciple on Jun 20, 2009 10:21:47 GMT -5
*We join Cee and Katya at a second-hand clothing boutique. While not the best quality, perhaps, the selection is undeniably the widest of any clothing store in the area. This is advantageous, as they're here to try and find a gimmick for Cee before he enters W*I*G. The best way to do this, of course, is a with a trying-on-clothes montage, all slowed down.*
Katya: Here, give me the list. You're the one playing dress-up right now. Cee: Can I please retain at least SOME dignity here? Katya: You're asking me to play with you like my old Ken dolls. A little degradation is the least of your worries right now. Cee: How do you figure? Katya: Well, if my brother were here, he'd be trying to blow you up with firecrackers. Cee: ...pleasant. Katya: Oh, Magnus is a great guy, now, but...well, you know how kids are. Now, where do we start--okay, this one's first. Cee: Are you sure about this? Katya: Hey, which one of us is around funny wardrobes all day, Cee? I know what I'm doing. Now get in there, pretty boy. We haven't much time to dawdle. You stay in there, I'll get the clothes. Cee: Okay, okay, I'm going. No need to push!
*And so it begins...*
Katya: All right, come on out. Cee: I'm having second thoughts on this one. Katya: Cosplay's never been done before. Cee: Except in Japan, and by Ebessan. But there's a logistics reason for that--do you change the outfit all the time? That would get expensive fast. Also, is your valet supposed to match? Katya: I suppose they would, but I'd do that for you. Cee: See, but I don't even know that much about anime! Katya: Good point, but methinks the dude doth protest too much. Put it on. I wanna see! Cee: You're awfully pushy today, Katya. Katya: I have a tight schedule today. Shoot at 1, remember? Cee: Oh, right...oh, God no. Katya: That bad, huh?
*Cee emerges from the dressing room in what appears to be a latex space suit, white, with plugs abounding. He resembles Shinji Ikari. Katya cannot contain her laughter.*
Cee: Yeah, I though as much. Katya: Oh, my God...you look ridiculous. I'll get you something else. Cee: Please and thank you.
*10 minutes later*
Katya: All right, let's see it.
*Cee emerges clad in a rugby shirt, striped black and blue, and a pair of blue athletic shorts.*
Katya: Hmmm...not bad. Cee: I didn't think so, either, but... Katya: Feeling less than inspired? Cee: Yeah, we'll go with that. Katya: All right, we'll try again.
*more time passes*
Cee: I like it! Katya: Let's see it, Mr. Rock Star.
*Cee comes out, blond hair tousled, wearing worn blue jeans, a black dress shirt with sleeves rolled up, and an onyx choker-style necklace. Katya seems...unimpressed.*
Cee: What? Katya: It's pretty cool, but is it really rock star? Cee: These days? Certainly. Katya: It's...not really you. You're not showy enough. Cee: Well, then I'm keeping it for me--I make this look good! Katya: *skeptical look* Do you need a moment, dear? Cee: Nah, I'm straight. Katya: Sometimes I wonder... Cee: Oi!
*An hour passes. The two blonds seem tired. Surrounding them are various articles of clothing, including a lucha mask, funny hats, slacks, overalls, and leather gloves.*
Cee: I have some ideas now, but nothing seems awesome to me. Katya: Lame. *her phone alarm goes off* Oh, great, now we have to get going. Come on, Cee. It's noon--we have to leave now! Cee: All right--wait, "we"?
*Katya rushes Cee out the door without another word. To be continued....*
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