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Post by Duncan Dunn: Super Agent on Mar 11, 2009 19:41:30 GMT -5
*Duncan Dunn is back stage in his dressing room, talking on a cell phone.
Dunn: All I'm saying is, if you can touch 'em, they're real! Ha ha. Well Sky baby, I gotta go, there's a camera in my face right now. When you get back to the states, we're gonna have a big party. Oh, and don't get married again. INS is already watching you pretty close. I mean, I don't see why one man's love-life is I anyone's business, but hey, what can you do? But seriously, its really hard to get a marriage annulled when the girl can't speak English, or even pronounce the letter 'L'. But it is easier to dump her off at a bus station in Iowa. Ha ha! Well, I'll let you go.
*Dunn hangs up his phone and focuses on the camera.
Dunn: Hello there. That was my go to player, Sky Monix. He's doing some....business dealings in the Far East. In fact, that's why you haven't seen him or I much lately. We try and keep ourselves very busy. When we're not wining and dining with the best, or watching the Super Bowl in luxury boxes, or buying race horses, we're globe-trotting. Looking for the best men and women to join our ranks. Unfortunately, we've been met with mainly riff-raff. That is, until I discovered the talent pool almost literally right under my nose. Right here, in W*I*G, there is a bevy of untapped resources just looking for someone to promote them right. I mean, look at Sky Monix. He was predicted to be the future, and his return from his injury should have been highly flouted. Yet, his first match back wasn't even in a W*I*G ring. That's where I stepped in. I'm making him into the big deal that we all know he should be! You,too can have that same that same opportunity. All you need to do is pledge to me your unyielding cooperation. And if I feel that you have potential, you'll join us, and become destined for greatness. Because with me, Duncan Dunn, ha ha, the Sky truly is the limit!
*Duncan Dunn begins to leave, before pausing, and coming back.
Dunn: Look at me, I almost forgot! Sky wanted me to tell everyone here something, and that is that if anyone thinks that they can beat a world-class athlete such as himself, they should put their money where their mouth is at the next Pay-Per-View. And to sweeten the pot, I myself will make the winner's purse very, very worthwhile.
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Post by The Dancin' Johannsons! on Mar 12, 2009 4:04:35 GMT -5
*A dark locker room is shown. A little light from a dirty window seeps through into the room, just enough to show how dusty it is. Cobwebs are abundant. Boxes upon boxes are crudely stored all throught the room. Some kind of metallic machine with “Slurpee” written down the side can also be seen. Just then, the lights in the room flicker on and we see our two heroes, Spyke and Crash Johannson stroll in.*
Spyke: ...and that's why it turns red when you touch that part of your body.
Crash: Jeez. I never even thought of that. I need to consult my doctor.
Spyke: Indubitably.
*Spyke and Crash look around*
Spyke: What a dump.
Crash: This is a disgrace!
Spyke: I'm so mad, I could turn heel!
Crash: Don't speak of such nonsense. You can't even grow a beard.
Spyke: I could too! I did when I hated Spaz!
Crash: That was the worst @$#*ing beard I've ever seen! It looks like you shaved a cat and glued the hair to your face!
Spyke: *pauses* ...It was mom's dog, Andy.
Crash: …
Spyke: I... have no shame.
Crash: I DON'T KNOW YOU ANYMORE! Why don't we just forget about this tag team?! You can go form that tag team with ol' what's his name from TNA! ODB or something!
Spyke: Hey! ODB is a fine young man, who certainly has potential in this business, but he cannot replace my own brother as my tag team partner!
Crash: What about in EWT when you wanted to form that team with Synthy? A woman, Spyke? A WOMAN?!
Spyke: We wanted to create history!
Crash: And you were gonna abandon your little bro to do it!
Spyke: You were in Sweden eating lutefisk with Erik at the bar in Malmo during that time, you drunk!
Crash: And not once did I get a call “Hey Crash, your loving brother Spyke here, come to EWT and let's get some TAG TEAM GOLD!” No it was more like “Hey Crash, your #$@%ing douche of a brother Spyke here and I'm gonna totally @#$% YOU OVER YOU PIECE OF #$%@!”
Spyke: You've been watching too many soap operas.
Crash: It was a bit much wasn't it?
Spyke: Just a tad. Crash: Even if I meant all that, which I TOTALLY DON'T! <_< This is the here and now! We are here to stay!
Spyke: Nobody will believe us when we say that. We've taken more vacations than The Undertaker.
Crash: But we're for real this time!
Spyke: They still won't believe us.
Crash: BUT WE'RE SUPER SERIAL!
Spyke: We have to prove that.
Crash: They should just believe us! *folds arms, pouts*
Spyke: Some cheese with your whine?
Crash: BAH! I'm outta here! You want a tag team partner?! Team up with Akira Hashimoto! *points an accusing finger* We all know you have him on speed dial!
Spyke: Because he's good with feng shui!
Crash: Well... you... just... uhh... ummm... CALL ME WHEN WE WRESTLE! BYE!
*Crash storms out*
Spyke: ...God, I need a stiff drink.
*Spyke walks over to plug in the Slurpee machine as we fade to commercial/black/next segment/a “very special” episode of “Charles In Charge.”
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Post by C. M. Synthy on Mar 12, 2009 16:23:42 GMT -5
*Cue to the WIG-a-Teria O' Foodstuffs. Chilling in a corner, looking a little worse for wear with a black eye and a swollen lip, resides Synthy Eris. She's dressed in a loose white tank top covered by an even more loose black vest, all resting comfortably over a pair of bright red leather pants. She's tossing a bottle of Pepsi in the air and catching it, even with her pitch black sunglasses residing on her face.*
Synthy: So, I didn't get the title. Yeah, it would have been nice to gain such a beautiful prize around my waist.....but you know what? It isn't the end. I knew toward the end I wouldn't get the title....so I relied on damaging Coltrane, and proving to him a woman isn't useless in the ring. I took his best shot, or rather, my fellow wrestlers' and my own best shot, and ... well. I'm still here. A little bloodied, a little bruised, and I'm still tasting sweat, blood, and wrestling mat anytime I cough. But if Coltrane thinks I'm going to scurry away frightened, he's got another thing coming. If anything, I'm insulted. Can he honestly not come up with even a vague hint of something original? What a poser.
*Here, Synthy takes a swig of Pepsi, shakes her head, swallows, and relievedly sighs. She's awfully content at the moment.*
Synthy: And most everyone knows by now what I feel about those too stupid to come up with something different from themselves....
*A shadow appears, flitting across Synthy. Her head remains in the same position, she drops her shades ever-so-slightly to look over them. The man standing in front of her is, who else, but the reigning W*I*G World Heavyweight Champion. Coltrane inhales deeply, proudly widening his shoulders & pushing his chest out. He casts a look of contempt down on Synthy.*
Coltrane: Miss Eris, I feel as though I must commend you. You were an... adequate opponent. But as you yourself pointed out, you knew you wouldn't get this belt...
*He gestures towards his waist.*
... So, what, you simply gave up? Where was that drive? That determination to win? That fire you displayed before? Did it desert you when you realized how overmatched you truly were? And now,*pft*, you seek to challenge me yet again? You make mention of my theft of opponent's moves. I take from them that which makes them... special. I take what they do & outclass them in their usage of it. That is why I am the Champion & YOU are but...
*He points down towards Synthy. She grabs his extended digit & gives him a look that would burn a hole through him.*
Synthy:The woman who gave you a decent ass-kicking when you didn't expect it. You want to know why I didn't take the Title from you when you know I could've? I want to drag this out. I want you to realize my endurance is infinite, and when it comes to smacking around misogynistic idiots such as yourself, I can never tire of it. You think how I performed was at my best? Boy, you've got another thing coming your way entirely.
*She sips her Pepsi calmly, a half-smirk spreading her vampy red lips. Her amethyst eyes peer at him, shining brightly. Coltrane snaps his hand back from her grip.*
Coltrane: Excuses, dear, excuses. Well, if you wish to have a second opportunity at this title, something you should be extremely greatful for as it's more than I've afforded any other opponent, then I don't want you to have any of your bleating excuses as to why you lost. Therefore, I offer you the chance to name the time & the place, but not only that; To avoid any of your excuses, I'll also permit you to choose the type of match you want to have against me. That way, when I triumph again, the only person you have to hold responsible is yourself.
Synthy: *She stretches, and pulls her sunglasses far into her hair, creating a halo of fuchsia spirals around her head.* Herr Coltrane, when will you learn I always hold myself responsible for my actions? I busted your nose in our last match. I am going to bust more of you the next we meet. I will completely own up to that. I'm not one to run and hide behind other people's...well, identities. Or maneuvers. *She shrugs* But I already know exactly what kind of match I want you in.
*Coltrane's mouth opens, but Synthy simply holds up an elegant ivory finger.*
Synthy: I guess you'll just have to wait and see, Herr Coltrane. After all, wouldn't you prefer to be..surprised? After all, that would mean you coudn't do research on possibly previous matches of the same genre...thus, not stealing any possible spots from them. Looks like you might have to start thinking on your own. Good luck with that. Now if you would excuse me, I have to go find a Slushie machine and my sister. Good bye..
*With a final smirk playing on her lips, Synthy tosses Coltrane her Pepsi bottle and smoothly glides out of the Wig*O*Teria,leaving him standing speech less and glowering.*
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Post by Jett Ripley on Mar 12, 2009 17:32:59 GMT -5
*The camera fades in to a luxurious office. Instead of having a central desk, there are two similar looking desks parallel to one another with a chair at each. Sitting in one each are Jett Ripley and Reynaldo Fernandez, Jett on the right and Reynaldo on the left. Behind Reynaldo are two people with palm leaves, fanning him, and he smokes on a cigar as a thin stream of smoke rises in the air above him. Taking the cigar out of his mouth, Fernandez looks straight at the camera.* Fernandez: Hola, loyal viewers of Wrestling’s Innovative Genesis. I am, of course, Reynaldo Fernandez, and I am here with my associate— Ripley: The one and only Jett Ripley. I'm sure all of you folks now by now that with James E Colvin taking his recent sabbatical, WIG is going a bit of a regime change. But not to worry friends. I can safely assure you that you can all expect the same great weekly wrestling style entertainment provided week after week. Isn't that right General? Fernandez: Oh, but of course! In fact, we have a new show lined right up! We scoured the globe looking for some of the world's finest wrestlers, and with the proper...motivation...convinced them to wrestle our most talented roster of competitors for YOUR entertainment! I will gladly accept any gifts you may have to thank me with... Ripley: That's right. We've lined up some the greatest... as well as oddest, competitors ever to step foot inside a ring. And this week on Vindication, you will all have the pleasure of getting to watch them take on all of your favorite WIG characters, whether it be L Rey, Hardcore Hensley, Coltrane, or even Damien McKnight... Fernandez: Well, all of those except for McKnight. We had to...give him a free vacation. For the rest of his life. Ripley: Oh, well that was nice of ya. Fernandez: Oh, it was! The Freedom Guard of the Republic was more than happy to drag him out of the building after I told him that his contract had been term—I mean...when his legs lost their feeling after he found out he was going to the Bahamas! Ripley: Oh yeah, nothing like a trip to the Bahamas! Can't remember the last time I went there when it wasn't relaxing. But getting back to business. *Ripley reaches down for his own desk, which is covered with an assortment of wrestling memorabilia and knick knacks from the looks of the things, as he grabs a stack of papers, then reaching into his pocket and slipping on a pair of reading glasses, before taking a seat in his chair* Ripley: With the conclusion of the first round, we also plan to move onto the second one. So, for those of you currently involved with that, you'll of course be seeded for your next round matches. And remember, the winners of this tournament will both receive a WIG and Women's title shot respectively. Not only that, but they will also be presented with the first ever WIG Colvin Cups and become a footnote in the hall's of WIG's history for all eternity. Fernandez: For those of you who are still in the tournament, you will not have a match in this new card--so that your matches in the tournament may be the most brutal and of the highest caliber. Tournament bracket posters will be posted throughout the venues by the Republic's various loyal civil servants, to aid those of you who are keeping reference. Ripley: Of course, that's only the only announcement we have. In the next few weeks, we will hold our next WIG PPV event. Seeing as the last event was known as 28 Days Later, well what better name for our next event then... March 29th! Fernandez: It is most ingenious! But then...what do you expect? Ripley: Concerning matches on the card, well... at this time we can't reveal all of them at this time until the competitors involved come to an agreement. However, we do have a number of others already confirmed. Fernandez: I've seen the list, and it looks wonderful. But you have it, Jett, and as you can see--*he takes another puff from his cigar as the two people behind the General continue to fan him*--I've been working hard on other matters. You mind reading them off? Ripley: Why, not at all my friend. *Jett takes a glance down at the papers he's holding* First of, we have gotten the okay and it is now official. At March 29th, we will see Chick Aura and Juri Sadamoto participate in a brutal Japanese Death match. In addition, another challenge was thrown out earlier and we will also see the likes of the returning Hardcore Hensley face off against Team Ireland's own Shane Malone. Fernandez: I can already see the damage and destruction playing out in my mind! This event seems to be all about rivalry, doesn't it? Ripley: Kind of looks that way. Also... I have a bit of a complaint as of late. I've been watching WIG for the past few months and well... it's just not fair that the White Boys haven't been defending their belts for the past few days. Therefore... with my newly given authority, I hereby declare that if the White Boys do not defend the WIG Tag Team titles sometime before this upcoming event, they will be stripped of their titles post haste. Sorry fellas, but you can't be champions if you don't defend the belts. Fernandez: That would, in turn, result in a new match or series of matches to determine the next champions. But that is, of course a hypothetical............so long as nothing happens to you to prevent you from wrestling for those titles between now and then. Ripley: Indeed. But moving on... another match that we will see at March 29th involves the ongoing rivalry between James Magnum Constance, L Rey, and the entirety of TNT. So, as they have asked for, it will be James Magnum Constance and L Rey taking on TNT and, in his WIG PPV debut, Damien Blood. Fernandez: But the odds...they're so heavily stacked against those two. That's why I am willing to offer protection via my army, at the low low price of 100000 dollars an hour! Ripley: Eh, that's up to them I suppose. Either way though, it should make for an awesome match. And speaking of awesome matches... we have one more that we can announce this time. As most of you saw last month, Ykaterina successfully defeated Vile to pick up the GND title. However... we just can't have two sets of women's belts here in WIG. That lowers the prestige of em both. Therefore, at March 29th, in a title unification match, Ykaterina will go one on one with Rosie. The winner of that match will win both belts and become the undisputed WIG Women's Champion. Furthermore, to make sure nothing interferes with the outcome of this match... the Innocent will be banned from Ringside. Fernandez: Ah, two warring states clash with one another for superiority! But, as I hear...that's not the only title match with women involved! Ripley: Oh, that's right. Well, provided that she accepts the offer, we will see Synthy Eris take Coltrane one more time in the match of her choosing. I have personally approved this challenge and we now await the stipulation to be chosen. Fernandez: I have to agree with your decision...the beat down dealt by our current champion was commendable! I would have made him my head of security, but I'm afraid he'd inadvertently cause a bit of collateral damage. Ripley: Definitely a possibility. There are other matches planned of course, but at this time, we haven't fully agreed upon them just yet, so I'm not allowed to say. Rest assured though WIG fans, March 29th will be our biggest show yet! Fernandez: That being said, good luck to all of you, fearless warriors of the squared circle, and may all of you have painful, bloody matches till the end of time! Oh yes, and once this announcement is over, match cards and tournament brackets will be distributed to all competitors and attendees in the arena. Ripley: Makes sense to me. Well then, enjoy the show everyone and we'll see you at March 29th! *Jett re-organizes the papers and puts them back into his desk before returning to work, and Reynaldo kicks his legs up on top of his desk and, snuffing the cigar out in an ashtray, pushes his cap down over his eyes and falls asleep. Fade out.* -------------------------
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Post by Super Shiny Puppy on Mar 13, 2009 7:58:41 GMT -5
Announcer Type Person: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..hailing from Cygnus A...Molly Ringworm!"
The sounds of "Spaceman" by The Killers begins to play as Molly head down the aisle. She's still carrying Maeve's dismembered trophy and has her bizarre patchwork "transmitter" is stuffed underneath one of her arms. Her head is covered by a replica Astronaut helmet and a pair of bright, circular beams of light are emitting from it.
Tom: "Well, this will be our second glimpse of Miss Ringworm."
Jeannie: "In the ring anyway. She's been a busy little bee backstage."
Tom: "And that item she's carrying, the one missing it's arms, was once Maeve's most cherished body building trophy.."
Jeannie: "Molly here seems to think it's gonna help her reach out to little green men. But she might want to look over her shoulder for the big green men of Team Ireland!"
Molly slumps down into the center of the ring, sitting Indian style, placing her transmitter directly in front of her. Her entire focus seems to be locked upon it as she pokes away at it, causing a few of it's lights to glow.
Announcer Type Person: "And her opponent..weighing in at 245 lbs..from Kansas City..Lia Taard!"
N*E*R*D's "Lapdance" is heard and a distinctively male grappler emerges from behind the curtain. He's a fairly beefy gentleman dressed in a pink leotard, wearing a flesh colored leather jacket over it. His thinning hair is slicked backwards and his has the joy down in his heart. He dances. Badly. But that doesn't seem to bother him. His moves closely resemble Buffalo Bill's from Silence of the Lambs.
Tom: "U-Uh..Lia Taard is a man!"
Jeannie: "Kind of."
Taard shimmy's his way down to the ring. Molly still seems far more interested in her device than the match and doesn't even seem aware that her opponent is in the ring. On the flip side, Lia seems completely content to continue his dance routine..
Tom: "This is surreal."
Jeannie: "Somebody hit someone!"
Almost as if she could hear the announcer, Molly slowly rises to her feet. Both adversaries still have their backs to one another, Lia still dancing up a storm. Molly turns to Lia and simply seems to stare for a few moments. However, as soon as Lia spins around, he is met with a head butt from the space helmet which cracks the glass a bit. The bell rings! As Lia clutches his nose and stumbles about, Molly rolls him up into a school girl pin!
One!
Two!
Three!
Announcer Type Person: "Here is your winner...Molly Ringworm!"
Jeannie: "What in the hell?!"
Tom: "She isn't paid by the hour apparently!"
Molly does a little celebratory fist pump into the air before promptly plopping back down in front of her creation, drawing some laughter from the audience. Lia holds his nose, looking on in complete shock at what had just transpired so swiftly..
Jeannie: "Uhhh..is she going to leave?"
Tom: "Hopefully before the next segment starts!"
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The White Boys
Opener
First Ever WIG Tag Team Champions
Rammer Jammer, Yellowhammer, give 'em hell, Alabama!
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Post by The White Boys on Mar 13, 2009 20:04:08 GMT -5
*We come back from commercial with the White Boys walking backstage. John Cena walks up to the team.*
Cena: White Boys. I have some questions. How does Koshinryo and Shuga’s attack affect your decision for the W*I*G Tag Team Title Match?
*Jason grabs Cena by his collar and throws him off camera, catching his microphone as he does.*
Jason: All me an’ mah brother wanted to do was to take some time off and heal! But, y’all are a bunch of ornery bitches who wanna make nothin’ but trouble! Well, us White Boys can stir some shit up two! My granddaddy had a sayin’—you don’t poke a rabid dog with a stick unless you expect to get bit! You two ladies have done poke us rabid dogs, and it is time for us to bite back! Y’all wanna come down attack us!? Y’all wanna hit us without any warnin’!? Y’all wanna fight!? Y’all want yur title match!? Well, we give y’all a goddamn title match! And, let’s see how y’all do in a fair fight!
Justin: *grabbing the microphone from Jason* Be careful what you wish for, because now ya got it!
Jason: *taking the mic back from Justin and getting into his face* And, you better not hit me with anotha guitar again! *walks off*
Justin: It was un accident! I’m sorry!
*Justin walks after Jason, and we cut to our next segment.*
*We open on a beach, probably in the Caribbean. Sitting in two beach chairs are The White Boys, Jason and Justin White. They are wearing Confederate flag-design swimming trunks and black sunglasses, and they are getting massages from two Latinas. Suddenly, a man in a bright red shirt and cargo shorts walks up to them; he’s holding a letter.*
Man: Mr. White Brothers?
Jason: Yeah, whut is it?
Man: I have a message for you two from your employers.
Jason: Hmmm…I wonder whut it could be.
Justin: Why doncha read it and find out?
*Jason takes the paper from the man. He stands there, hoping for a tip. Jason looks at him, puzzled.*
Jason: Whut!?
Man: Tip?
Jason: Oh yeah! Don’t eat raccoon. It’s filled wit parasites. Now, git da hell outta here!
*Jason jumps up, and the man runs off. Jason, Justin, and the girls laugh. Jason takes off his sunglasses so he can read the letter. They keep on laughing as Jason reads the letter. Suddenly, Jason stops laughing. He gets a worried look on his face. Justin sees this and stops laughing as well.*
Justin: Could y’all ladies give us a few minutes? Thank ya.
*The girls walk off. Justin gets up and walks over to Jason.*
Justin: Whut? Whut is it!?
Jason: Oh, them sons of bitches!
Justin: What!?
Jason: Read! *hands Justin the letter*
Justin: Blah, blah, blah. *reading out loud* If yooouuu doooo not de-fend yo-ur titles by the next pay-per-view, March 29th, then yooouuu will beee stripped of yo-ur titles! *takes off his sunglasses and reads the letter again* Are they fer real!?
Jason: No. They’re pullin’ one over on us. Of course they’re fer real! Dammit! I told ya that this damn vacation was a bad idea!
Justin: Hey! It ain’t mah fault! If that damn W*I*G had any good teams fer us to defen’ our titles against, then I wouldn’t have suggested this damn vacation!
Jason: There ya go! Always blamin’ other people fer yer mistakes!
Justin: Well, whut are we gonna do!?
Jason: Whut the hell do ya thank, stupid!? We gotta go back an’ defen’ our titles!
Justin: But, there ain’t any good teams! I mean, shoot! Ya got them pair nancy boys from Latin America who’re more interested in gettin’ dates than rasslin’ matches! Ya got a walkin’, talkin’ chicken and a Jon Bon Jovi wannabe! Ya got them soccer players from Ireland and Scotland! Ya got them homeless people livin’ in a raft or shack or whatever da hell it is! Shee-it! Who we gonna defen’ against!
Jason: I don’t care! We just gotta defen’ them!
Justin: What about L. Rey and Jimmy Magnum!? We done beat ‘em already! We could easily beat ‘em again!
Jason: No good. I went online today and saw that they already got a match at the pay-per-view!
Justin: Son of a bitch! Whut’re we gonna do!?
Jason: Furst, we gotta get da hell outta here! Secon’, we fin’ somebody to defen’ our titles against. Now, you go get packed. I’ll call W*I*G and tell ‘em we gonna defen’ our titles against a mystery team at the pay-per-view! Then, we’ll go fin’ somebody we can easily beat.
Justin: Then, we go back on vacation! YEE-HAW!!!!
Jason: No! No more vacations!
Justin: But, I like vacations.
Jason: I don’t give a crap! We can’t let this happen again! When we return, we return fer good!
Justin: Fine! But, can we at least get drunk on the weekuns?
Jason: Well, of course!
Justin: Yes!
*Justin and Jason run off, and we fade out.*
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TNT
Opener
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Post by TNT on Mar 13, 2009 21:31:48 GMT -5
*We open on TNT’s locker room. We hear the shower running. It suddenly stops. Then, Nicole Michaels comes out with a towel wrapped around her. She walks around the corner and is startled by TNT, Tracy Jones, and Talia Bell, sitting down on a couch. TNT is wearing a black Western-style button and collar shirt, black jeans, and black cowboy boots. Tracy and Talia are both wearing Hard Rock Café shirts (Tracy’s is from New York, and Talia’s is from Phoenix), tan tight form fitting Capri pants, and black shoes.*
Nicole: Jesus Christ, guys! You startled me.
TNT: Oh, did we? Well, we are so, so, so sorry.
*Nicole walks behind a divider and starts getting dressed.*
Nicole: So, what are we doing tonight?
TNT: Oh, I don’t know. I can’t really thank right now. Ya see, Tracy told me that she saw somethin’ interestin’ a few minutes ago.
Nicole: Really? Well…um…that…certainly sounds interesting.
TNT: How do you know? I haven’t said what she saw.
Nicole: Well…um…you said that…it was interesting. So, I…um…figured it had to be interesting.
TNT: Well, that’s true. Would you like to know what she saw?
*Nicole walks out from the divider. She is dressed in a Hard Rock Café shirt from Philadelphia, tan tight form fitting Capri pants, and black shoes.*
Nicole: I don’t know…
TNT: Tracy, tell us what you saw!
Tracy: I saw Nicole making out with James “Magnum” Constance.
TNT: Now, doesn’t that sound interestin’?
*There is a long pause. TNT gets up and walks over to Nicole.*
Nicole: Look, Toby, I…
TNT: What the hell is wrong wit chu!? You’re makin’ out with the asshole who done broke my nose!? You’re frolickin’ with the enemy!?
Nicole: No! I wasn’t frolicking! I was confronting him! Did you see my match earlier?
TNT: What match?
Nicole: The tournament match.
TNT: Tournament?
Nicole: The Colvin Cup.
TNT: Oh yeah! So, did ya win!?
Nicole: No! Magnum cost me the match!
TNT: WHAT!? HE HIT YOU!?
Nicole: No, he…um…kissed me.
*TNT starts shaking with anger. Suddenly, TNT swings his fist, Nicole ducks, and TNT punches a hole in the divider. Then, TNT takes a deep breath and exhales.*
TNT: Continue.
Nicole: Anyway, his kiss distracted me; and I lost the match. So, I went to confront him, and he kissed me again.
Tracy: That’s not what it looked like to me. *gets up and walks over to TNT and Nicole* It looked like you were kissing back, and that you enjoyed it.
Nicole: And, how would you know?
Tracy: Well, other than the fact that I saw you, I also heard you say that you wanted Magnum.
TNT: WHAT!?
*TNT starts shaking in anger again. Nicole moves out of the way, and TNT kicks a hole in the divider.*
TNT: YOU WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH MAGNUM!?
Nicole: No…yes…I don’t know.
*TNT yells loudly. Then, he jumps onto the divider and starts beating the holy hell out of it. Soon, the divider is just a heap of wood. TNT jumps up and gets into Nicole’s face.*
TNT: AFTER EVERYTHANG I DONE FOR YOU! AFTER I TOOK YOU UNDER MAH WING, BROUGHT YOU INTO THIS SPORT, GAVE YOU A CAREER! AFTER I HELP YOU TO GET WHERE YOU ARE TODAY! WHAT DO YOU DO!? YOU BETRAY ME!? YOU TURN YOUR BACK ON ME AND GIT WIT THAT MOTHERHUMPER, MAGNUM!? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITCHU!?
Nicole: Okay. Yes, I have some strange feelings for Magnum. But, I told him no. I told him that I couldn’t be with him because of you! I told him that I was loyal to you and that you would hurt him if he continued to pursue me! *to Tracy* Since you were there, you had to hear that! Tell him!
Tracy: *reluctantly* It’s true. She said that she was loyal to you, that you would beat him up if he found out about what happened, that she was afraid of what you would do to Magnum, and that she couldn’t live with herself for the beating you gave him because of her.
*There is another long pause.*
TNT: Well…I’m sorry that I questioned your loyalty.
Nicole: Thank you.
TNT: However, you’re gonna have to live with yourself because I’mma about ta give Magnum the beating of his life!
*TNT walks off in a huff.*
Nicole: *to Tracy* What is wrong with you?
Tracy: I was looking out for you!
Nicole: By spying on me and ratting me out to Toby!?
Tracy: I wasn’t spying on you! I just happened to walk up on the scene.
Nicole: But, you didn’t walk away!
Tracy: Well, I had to know if you were with Magnum! And, Toby had to know, too!
Nicole: It was none of your business! I can handle Magnum’s sexual advances on my own!
Tracy: How!? By sucking face with him!?
Nicole: You bitch!
*Tracy and Nicole nearly come to blows. Suddenly, Talia jumps up off the couch and pulls them apart.*
Talia: Hie, hie, hie! Stop ut! Qu-ut gettin’ all rackid off, dammut! Ya two are friends! Ya can’t be fightun’ like thees! Look, *to Nicole* Toby needid to know about ya makun’ out weet Magnum. He was probably gonna find out anywie. And, thees wull git hum all rackid off and probably hilp hum ween that match he’s got at March 29th. Plus, ya were makun’ out weet the inimy! Ya don’t know uf he could be tryun’ ta git ya ta turn on Toby and us! Hill, remimber what happin weet the Don Juan of Aruzona! Remimber how he trucked ya! Got ya all randy just to git Toby all dustractid; and ut costid hum the Aruzona Wristlun’ League Title?
Nicole: Yeah, I remember.
Tracy: Yeah! This could be another trick! So, stay away from Magnum!
Talia: Oh shut up!
Tracy: What did I do!?
Talia: Ya wint behind her back and rattid her out to Toby! Ya don’t do that ta ya friend! Ya coulda talkid ta her face about ut! Ya coulda pullid Magnum offa her! Ya coulda hilp her weet thees luttle Magnum problim, gottun’ her a date or sometheeng! Ya coulda gone out weet Nucole dureen’ her match and stoppid Magnum from kussun’ her een the furst place, stoppid thees whole miss from iver gittun’ startid! But no! Ya tattlid on Nucole, like thees ees keendergardin! Now, Toby’s all rackid off humsilf! Who knows what he’s gonna do!?
Tracy: Now, that I think about it. Maybe I went about this the wrong way.
Talia: Ya damn right ya deed! Ya two are friends! Ya shouldn’t be fightun’ each other! Ya should be fightun’ iviryone ilse! Now, apologize ta each other!
Tracy: I’m sorry.
Nicole: Me too.
*Tracy and Nicole hug.*
Talia: Good! Now, we gotta go find Toby.
*Tracy and Nicole let go of each other.*
Nicole: I think I know where he’ll go.
Tracy: Where?
Nicole: Wherever Magnum is.
*The girls walk out of the locker room, and we cut to commercial.*
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Post by Damien Blood on Mar 13, 2009 23:55:53 GMT -5
Howard Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. *Damien Blood’s music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=_z-hEyVQDRAFinkel: Introducing first, coming down the aisle, at 6 feet, weighing in at 240 pounds, from Tokyo, Japan—DAMIEN BLOOD. *Blood comes out to the boos of the crowd. But, he doesn’t seem to care what the fans think as he smiles while walking down to the ring. He is wearing a black headband, a black kimono robe, black wrestling tights with a blood dipping design on the top, and black boots with a red cross on them. He walks up the stairs, walks onto the apron, and enters the ring.* Tom Bailey: Welcome back, and we are about to see the American debut of W*I*G’s newest wrestler, Damien Blood. Jeannie Lawless: For those of you who didn’t see the W*I*G/TigerPath show The Beginning Of The End, Damien took on James “Magnum” Constance and won thanks to TNT. Tom: We also know that he has a penchant for making people bleed. Jeannie: Penchant!? That’s putting it mildly, Tom! It’s more like an obsession! There’s a reason they call him “The Human Red Cross”—because he’s made more people bleed than the Red Cross. *The music stops, and Blood takes the microphone from Howard Finkel.* Damien: Today is my birthday. I didn’t get a birthday party, but I’m not surprised. Not a lot of people here know me. And, if they did, I doubt they would like me. I didn’t make many friends in TigerPath, and I’m probably not going to make many friends here. But, that’s okay! I didn’t come here to make friends. I came here to beat people up! To hurt them! To break them! To make them bleed! *The crowd boos.* Damien: I’m glad it is my birthday because I’m about to get a birthday present. I get beat up, to hurt, to break, to bloody someone in an American wrestling! I got bored doing it to the same people over and over in Japan! Now, I get to do it to new faces here in America! *Damien laughs as the crowd boos him again. He throws the microphone to Finkel, takes off the robe and headband, and hands them to the referee, who hands them to the timekeeper.* Tom: Strong words from Damien Blood. Jeannie: It’s his birthday!? Maybe I could give him a birthday cake. Tom: What is wrong with you!? From what I’ve learned is that this man is a monster! Jeannie: I know! But he’s cute! *Caddy McFadden’s music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=HrjBddCTCmk Finkel: And, his opponent, coming down the aisle, at 6’, weighing at 260 pounds, from St. Andrews, Scotland—CADDY MCFADDEN! *Caddy comes out to a nice pop. He is a chubby man with a big gut and is wearing a white caddy’s uniform, white golf shoes without cleats, and a plaid golf cap. He also is carrying a golf bag filled with golf clubs over his right shoulder. Caddy walks down to the ring. Then, he takes the golf bag off of his shoulder and puts it onto the apron. Then, he gets up onto the apron and enters the ring. Then, Caddy bends over and picks up the golf bag and places it in a corner.* Tom: And, here is another wrestling debuting in W*I*G—Caddy McFadden. Jeannie: Good lord! He looks like he ate Tiger Woods. Tom: You know, he is from St. Andrews, Scotland, the birthplace of golf. Jeannie: Wow! I don’t give a damn about that little tidbit of information at all! Tom: You could pretend to be interested. Jeannie: Or, you could actually say something that is interesting. *The bell rings, and Finkel exits the ring. However, Caddy is still messing with his golf bag, pulling out various golf clubs. Damien looks confused and yells at Caddy to stop messing with the golf clubs and wrestle. But, Caddy apparently doesn’t listen as he keeps on pulling out golf clubs. After a few seconds, Damien gets impatient and walks over to Caddy. Caddy pulls out a 9 iron. He grabs Caddy and swings him around. However, Caddy surprises Damien by hitting him in the head with the club, knocking him to the mat. The crowd cheers as Caddy gloats to them.* Jeannie: What the hell!? This guy is getting cheered for hitting Damien with a golf club!? And, shouldn’t he be disqualified!? Tom: You would think that would be the case, but apparently, I’ve learned that one of our new general managers, Reynaldo Fernandez, has declared that Caddy’s golf clubs will be legal in this match! Jeannie: Why didn’t Finkel say that in the introductions!? Tom: Because, he forgot to tell us and Finkel. Apparently, only the referee knew. Jeannie: Well, our new management is off to a good start! *Damien gets up and complains to the referee. But, the referee explains the rules and says that there is nothing he can do about it. Suddenly, Caddy sneaks up behind Damien and hits him in the back of the head with the club. Damien grabs his head. Then, Caddy grabs Damien from behind, places the 9 iron on his throat, and hits Damien with a Russian leg sweep. Then, he covers Damien for a pin.* Ref: 1…2…*Damien kicks out.* Tom: Caddy almost gets the win, catching Damien off guard. Jeannie: Thanks to Damien being distracted and not knowing the rules beforehand. I question Mr. Colvin’s judgment in hiring these two new general managers. Tom: Well, he needed help in running the company. Jeannie: I don’t blame him for seeking help. But, it appears to me that the help he got isn’t all that helpful. Or, creative. Tom: Creative? Jeannie: March 29th!? That is a horrible name for a pay-per-view. That stone, Jett Ripley, might as well just call it Sunday! *Caddy gets up and hits Damien in the stomach with the 9 iron a few times. However, Damien is able to get in a few kicks. One well placed kick to the gut sends Caddy reeling back into the ropes. Damien kips up. Caddy quickly charges at Damien, but Damien stops him with a dropkick. Damien quickly runs to the corner and jumps onto the top turnbuckle. Caddy tries to get up, but Damien hits him with a somersault corkscrew leg drop.* Tom: Damien Blood gets back into this match, thanks to Rambo! Jeannie: Great! Now, we’re gonna owe Sylvester Stallone money! *Damien gets up and picks up Caddy. He places Caddy into the ropes and hits him with several chops and kicks. However, Caddy is able to swing his golf club and connects with Damien’s head. Damien reels back, and Caddy moves from the ropes and swings the club at Damien’s head again. However, Damien ducks; and Caddy swings around. And, Damien hits Caddy with an enziguiri. Caddy falls onto the ropes, and Damien grabs him and locks him into a Gory special. Then, he walks to the center of the ring and hits Caddy with a Gory bomb. Damien gets up. Caddy tries to get up, but a vicious karate kick to Caddy’s head from Damien sends him flopping back to the mat. Damien picks up Caddy and hits him with a belly to back inverted mat slam.* Tom: Rambo III to Caddy McFadden! Jeannie: And, there goes more to Sly! *Damien gets up and moves onto the apron. He waits until Caddy gets up. He slowly does, and Damien jumps onto the rope, jumps off, and hits Caddy with a springboard forearm strike.* Tom: And, there is Rambo: First Blood II!!!! Jeannie: I hope this at least gets Stallone to make an appearance in W*I*G. *Damien gets up and picks up Caddy with a double underhook lift. Then, he spins Caddy around in a crucifix and then drops Caddy to the mat with a piledriver. Then, Damien rolls Caddy over and covers him.* Ref: 1…2…3. *The bell rings, the crowd boos, and Damien’s music plays.* Finkel: Here is your winner—DAMIEN BLOOD. Tom: And, Damien Blood wins his debut match with ease thanks to First Blood! Jeannie: What!? No Rocky! No Demolition Man! No Judge Dredd! No Stop, Or My Mom Will Shoot! *Damien gets up and smiles over his victory. The referee checks on Caddy as he slowly tries to get up. The referee helps Caddy. Suddenly, Damien hits Caddy with a Pele kick, knocking him back to the mat. The music stops. The crowd boos as the referee scolds Damien for attack Caddy. Damien just gets up and piefaces the referee to the mat. Then, he walks over to the golf bag and pulls in over to Caddy. Caddy has rolled over onto his hands and knees and tries to get up. Suddenly, Damien swings the golf bag up like a club, sending golf clubs everywhere, and hits Caddy with it. The crowd boos as Damien picks up the golf bag and slams it onto Caddy again.* Tom: What the hell!? The match is over, yet Damien Blood continues to attack Caddy McFadden!? Jeannie: Well, it is his birthday, and he wanted to really beat somebody up! Tom: That doesn’t justify this! *Damien slams the golf bag onto Caddy several more times. Then, he grabs a few golf clubs and bashes Caddy in the back of the head with them. The crowd boos as Damien continuously bashes Caddy with his own golf clubs. Then, he slams them onto Caddy. Damien starts laughing as the boos get louder. Then, Damien grabs a 7 iron, bends it over his knee, and keeps on bending it until it breaks apart. He throws the top part to the ground, and looks at the other part of the club. It his a few sharp, jagged points. Damien takes the broken club and sticks his other hand with it. He pulls his hand back in pain, and a few drops of blood from his hand. Damien starts laughing. He grabs Caddy by his hair, picks him up, and suddenly jabs Caddy in the forehead with it. Caddy starts yelling out in pain as blood starts shooting out of his head.* Tom: For the love of God! Someone stop this! Jeannie: Oh my God! I’m starting to think that it may have been a mistake to have hired Damien Blood. *Damien keeps on jabbing Caddy. The boos have quieted down as several audience members are stunned by the viciousness of Damien. The referee jumps up and tries to pull Damien off of Caddy. However, a karate chop to the throat stops the referee and sends him to the mat. Suddenly, the crowd starts cheering as L. Rey runs to the ring with his guitar. Damien sees L. Rey and finally stops stabbing Caddy. L. Rey slides into the ring, leaves the guitar on the mat, and charges at Damien, but Damien sidesteps him. However, L. Rey jumps onto the ropes and hit Damien with a springboard moonsault into a reverse DDT.* Tom: Thank God! L. Rey comes to the rescue and hits Damien with El Angel DDT! Jeannie: Yes! I don’t have to wait for his match to see L. Rey! God bless that sexy mariachi and his heart of gold! *L. Rey gets up. He grabs the golf bag and picks it up as Damien gets up. Then, L. Rey swings it into Damien’s stomach. Damien bends over in pain as L. Rey throws down the golf bag. Then, L. Rey runs to the ropes behind Damien, bounces off of them, and charges at L. Rey, going for El Angel De Muerte! However, Damien moves out of the way as L. Rey flips over, and he lands on the mat. Damien grabs a few of the golf clubs as L. Rey gets up. Then, he swings him and hits L. Rey in the head. The crowd quickly quiets down.* Tom: Dammit! Damien somehow avoided El Angel De Muerte and then hit L. Rey with those golf clubs! Jeannie: Again, great idea letting those clubs be allowed at ringside Reynaldo! *Damien then bends over and picks up that jagged broken golf club. The crowd starts booing again, but the boos quickly turn to cheers as James “Magnum” Constance runs to the ring. He slides into the ring and grabs L. Rey’s guitar. Damien turns around to attack Magnum, but Magnum swings the guitar and smashes it over Damien’s head, much to the delight of the crowd.* Tom: Thank God! James “Magnum” Constance comes to his partner’s rescue! Jeannie: Where are the paramedics? That Caddy guy needs some help. *Magnum soon starts stomping and punching on Damien. Suddenly, TNT runs into the ring, takes Magnum down, and starts punching him. Magnum punches back, and both men are viciously beating on each other.* Tom: Now, TNT’s out here! Jeannie: Wow! Four sexy men in the ring at once! Tom: Calm down! And, someone tell Tracy, Nicole, and Talia that we’ve found TNT. *L. Rey gets up and jumps onto TNT, trying to pull him off of Magnum. After a few seconds, Damien gets up. He staggers around and pulls the guitar off of his head. Then, he runs over to the melee and attack L. Rey. Now, all four men are beating each other up. Suddenly, security officials and referees run down to the ring. Security tries to pull all four men apart. Meanwhile, the referees check on Caddy and the other ref. Security is able to pull all the men apart but not for long as L. Rey, Magnum, Damien, and TNT all knock down the security officials and go back to attacking each other. Undaunted, the security tries to pull them apart again.* Tom: Good lord! We got a pier-six brawl going on! What is it going to be like on March 29th!? Jeannie: I can answer that question: sexy as hell! *Cut to commercial.*
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The Innocent
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Rosie: First Ever WIG Women's Champion
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Post by The Innocent on Mar 14, 2009 3:23:59 GMT -5
We cut to the back, as we see the sight of a certain locker room. Seated atop one of the benches littered around the area, we see a familiar young man atop one of them, eyes closed shut and hands clasped tightly. He is clad as usual in that yellow and white jumpsuit of his. We can also see that his head is still bandaged from his last match against the likes of Hardcore Hensley a few months back. Slowly Joshua hops back up to his feet, hands loosening once more and bright blue eyes opening widely once again. A rather content smile forms on his face once more. No sooner then he's done this, the sound of approaching footsteps are heard. Soon enough, the source of them is revealed, as the towering Earnest walks calmly into the room. Clad in the same jumpsuit as expected, he looks down at his ally and nods.
Joshua: Why Earnest... what a pleasant surprise. What brings you here my friend?
Earnest simply bows his head and lets out a soft sigh.
Earnest: Forgive me, but I have once again sinned. At the last PPV, I decimated a man by the name of Gigantor Maximus. Of course, you were not there that night, so I feel it is necessary that I inform you of my... actions, lest you find out yourself. I simple ask for forgiveness in your name... all I wanted to do was show everyone the power of The Innocent.
Joshua simply looks over his friend rather curiously, now taking a few steps towards him, arms calmly folded behind his back. He then leans up towards his massive friend's bowed head, before saying a silent word. Then rearing back with his bare hand, he viciously smacks Earnest across the cheek, a loud smack echoing throughout the room! Earnest grimaces slightly, immediately reaching up and grabbing at that cheek of his. Joshua of course seems to show absolutely no remorse.
Joshua: You miserable wretch... by the blessing of The Keeper and in their name, I hereby absolve you of your past sins. I now welcome you back into the light once again as one of their children.
Earnest slowly raises his head back up, still rubbing a bit at his cheek with a palm.
Earnest: I apologize for acting out of turn... it's just, for the past month I've been simply sitting here doing nothing of importance. Meanwhile, both you and Rosie have actually been out there making a name for our great organization. You have been actually trying to make our name mean something here in WIG. Meanwhile, here I remain in this dismal dank locker room, doing absolutely nothing noteworthy. I'm nothing more than a mere peon, tasked with nothing but doing the dirty work that they assign me! It felt so good to actually be out there at 28 Days Later... making a decision of my own and showing our superiority.
The usually stoic man's eyes seem to light up slightly, as he seems to be fueled by a burst of passion. Joshua simply gazes back, listening intently to his ally's words.
Earnest: When I went out there and crushed that opponent of mine... it felt so liberating. The fact that I could once again unleash all this pent up aggression that stirs inside my very soul! It made me feel... dare I say... useful.
Joshua: ... So, you're basically saying that you would like to once again have purpose my friend. Well, that's perfectly understandable. After all, Rosie and myself also want to make a difference in this organization. That is why we are doing what we are doing now. It's why I spent months pursuing Hensley, why I participated in that Monster's Ball match at Halloween Hell, and why I have just recently entered the Colvin Cup. It is all for a greater purpose... everything we do is. Once we finally achieve our goals, we can enlighten all of these poor misguided souls and open their eyes to the reality. Everything we do is an act of higher purpose. No matter what people say... we are doing the best thing possible for these people. We are trying to bring them all into the light.
Earnest: ... I want to help bring them there as well. Please... just give me a task. Any task at all!
Immediately the giant man drops down to his knees, now practically begging before the much smaller Joshua, whose expression continues to hold that same smile. He strokes under his chin in thought, before coming up with an idea.
Joshua: ... You want to be assigned a task? Very well. I have just the errand in mind. You see, there is another man that I have been keeping my eye on here in WIG. He only arrived recently, but his mere presence piques their interest. Thus they have told me to keep an eye on him... as he could be considered a potential candidate to join us. After all, with only three members amongst our ranks, we do not hold enough power to be considered formidable enough. Even with Vile's own support. Not for the goal's they have in mind for us. Therefore... my task for you is to simply try and bring him to our side.
Joshua slowly reaches down into his pocket, before pulling out what looks like a photograph of some sort. Earnest takes a look at this and nods, reaching out and grabbing this photo. He then raises it up to his eyes, examining it quite intently.
Earnest: I will convert him to our side... no matter what it takes.
Joshua: Both they and I formally thank you, my friend. May you go with their blessing.
Earnest: Thank you... and please give my greetings to them when they return.
With that, Earnest turns around, photo tucked safely in hand, as he once again exits the locker room. Joshua simply watches him go and continues to smile that unsettling smile, rubbing slightly at his bandaged forehead as he does.
Joshua: Do not fail them Earnest... or next time, your punishment will be far greater.
With that, the young man arches backwards, now doing a perfect handstand atop that bench and balancing atop, seemingly preparing for his upcoming Colvin Cup match with Vile. His eyes shut once again as he perches atop there, perhaps going into a state of meditation. We don't get a chance to find out, as soon enough we fade to commercial.
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Post by Aqil Ghassan on Mar 15, 2009 22:32:09 GMT -5
Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Tom: Well folks, we're about underway for another match involving one of the... well, odd talents scouted by the likes of our new GMs.
Jeannie: Well, regardless, I bet they're all more attractive than you.
The familiar song begins to pump out from the Colvintron, as the crowd watches in utter confusion, not quite sure what to expect next. As they look out towards the entrance, they see an unfamiliar Hispanic man waltz out from the back, a rather twisted grin on his face. He looks rather average in stature, with greasy long black hair and a matching porn-star like mustache. He is clad in nothing but a pair of plain black trunks with what seems to be a noticeable bulge protruding from them. Almost immediately, the crowd begins booing the sight of this sickening man, as he struts proudly down towards the ramp way towards the ring.
Finkel: Introducing first... from Guadalajara Jalisco Mexico, weighing in at 206 pounds, Cojas Revenge!
Jeannie: Ewwww.... I stand corrected.
Tom: Not the most promising of the bunch to be certain...
Jeannie: Do you even know what Cojas means?!
Tom: Not really. Why, do you?
Jeannie: Well... yeah. I'll tell you during the next commercial break.
Cojas continues to sport a disgusting fecal eating grin, as he struts up the steel steps, before climbing inside the ring. He then licks his palm and uses it to slick back his nasty looking locks. The man then makes a crude thrusting motion with his hips, further enraging the crowd. He then struts over to his corner of the ring, eagerly awaiting his opponent, perhaps a bit TOO eagerly.
He doesn't have to wait long, as next the theme of one Aqil Ghassan hits the Colvintron. The crowd cheers, as the Arabian man heads out from the back, sporting a much more sincere smile on his face than his opponent, truly happy to be back here in the WIG Sphere. He greets everyone with a hearty wave, before quickly making his way down towards the ring. Cojas simply watches from inside the ring, keeping a close eye on his opponent.
Finkel: And his opponent, from Riyadh Saudi Arabia, weighing in at 258 pounds, Aqil Ghassan!
Tom: Aqil Ghassan was recently the man chosen to represent WIG in a battle of promotions back in Japan. He may have come up short, but in the process he put up a hell of an effort against both the likes of Bleak Whisper and Masaya Nakajima.
Jeannie: He's also incredibly sexy... unlike the other guy. Can't wait for him to get destroyed!
Aqil makes his way down the ramp way, clapping to the beat of his theme, as well as taking time to slap hands with each fan in reach of his arms. He then arrives to the ring, leaping onto the ring apron and vaulting inside the ring. Sporting that same huge smile, he continues to clap to the beat of his song, as the crowd joins in somewhat. Aqil then steps into the center of the ring and proudly pumps a fist into the air, the crowd cheering once more. Aqil then makes his way towards his own corner of the ring, as the music dies down. He quickly removes his head robe, draping it onto the apron, now growing much more serious.
Bailey: This one is about to get underway. I've got to be honest though. I'm curious to see exactly what Cojas can do in the ring...
Jeannie: He looks like a free baller, that's for sure.
Bailey: And that's NOT what I meant.
The bell soon sounds and this match is underway. Cojas and Aqil both head towards the center of the ring. Cojas then flashes a huge grin, seemingly eying Aqil's own... tights with a rather lusty look. Aqil eyes open wide as he notices this, before Cojas reaches down and grabs his... groin, before holding that same hand out for a handshake. Aqil gives an absolutely disgusted look, but decides to accept in a sense of sportsmanship. Immediately Cojas delivers a quick kick to the stomach, doubling Aqil over slightly. He then starts unloading with a quick series of fists, Aqil staggering slightly amongst each one. The Hispanic man then quickly bounces off the ropes, before charging back for a high cross body! Aqil however catches him in mid air, then pressing him up high above his head! Cojas looks on in shock, as Aqil starts walking around the ring while holding him aloft, before launching him high into the air, then catching and slamming him back down with an Oklahoma Slam! Cojas lands hard, grasping at his back, as he quickly pushes back up to his feet, only for Aqil to quickly yank him up from behind. He then drops him back down across his knee for a back breaker. Cojas grimaces in pain, only to get hoisted back up into the air, Aqil taking a few more steps, then dropping him down once more with another pendulum style one! Cojas gasps further in agony, as he clutches at the back area still. Aqil then quickly stretches him down across his knee for the submission, intent on doing further damage!
Jeannie: Wow... look at Aqil just throw this grease rat around the ring!
Bailey: Aqil definitely showing some impressive strength early on. You've got to wonder if Revenge will be able to turn things around.
Jeannie: Doubtful.
Cojas writhes in pain, as he feels his spine being bent across that knee, struggling desperately to escape. Aqil however keeps him pressed down heavily into that knee, looking intent on gaining the victory. Cojas continues to struggle for a bit, only to quickly reach up and give Aqil a blatant poke in the eyes! Aqil immediately loosens his grip, now reaching up to grab at them. Cojas then rubs his back slightly, before looking towards the nearby turnbuckle with a smirk. He then heads over and leaps atop, going for a diving spear at the blinded Aqil. The Arabian man however seems to sense him coming, catching him in mid air, then powering him down instantly with a snap suplex! Cojas's eyes widen in pain, as he grasps further at his spine. Aqil then immediately floats over, pulling Cojas up behind him in a full nelson, than launching him overhead with a Dragon Suplex! He then bridges once again, before floating over and applying a camel clutch, putting further pressure on his opponent! Cojas screams in pain, grimacing quite visibly, before immediately tapping out to the hold.
Jeannie: Wow... and another jobber bites the dust.
Bailey: Indeed. Another talent brought in fails to deliver.
Jeannie: But hey, at least we got to see him get his ass kicked!
Finkel: Here is your winner by submission... Aqil Ghassan!
This one is most assuredly over. Aqil quickly rises up from off Cojas's prone form, smiling quite happily once more. The referee heads over, now raising the Arabian man's arm high in victory. Cojas is meanwhile still down on that mat, desperately grasping at his spine. Aqil quickly makes his way out of the ring once more, grabbing his head robe on the way out, before making sure to slap hands with each fan in reach. However, as he's almost halfway back up the ramp...
Bailey: What's going on? Why is Earnest out here?
Jeannie: Haven't got a clue. These two man have never even met before.
A familiar tune picks up on the Colvintron. Aqil stops making his way back up the ramp, now curiously eying the entrance. Soon enough, the massive man known as Earnest steps out from the back, a stone faced expression visible on his features. He can simply be seen clapping for the Arabian man, perhaps looking impressed with him. Aqil gives a rather puzzled look, as he eyes the mountain of a man. However, eventually he decides there's no harm in this, as he makes his way to the entrance way and nods. He then quickly passes by the oddly present man, before turning to the backstage once more. Earnest meanwhile watches silently, stroking under his chin in thought, before soon following after.
Bailey: And it looks like we may have found the man Joshua and his Keeper have their eyes on. These next few weeks should prove rather interesting...
Jeannie: Oh geez... they better not brainwash that stallion. I'm already running out of sane guys to hook up with!
Bailey: Only time will tell what happens here.
Almost immediately after, we quickly cut to commercial.
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Post by Team Ireland on Mar 16, 2009 12:47:37 GMT -5
BACKSTAGE- W*I*G-SPHERE: [NO LONGER] JAMES E. COLVIN'S OFFICE
*Coach O'Hare & Maeve O'Hare shove open the door of the office without knocking (how rude). Maeve is so flustered that she fails to notice the new layout of the office or the fact that she's not even addressing James E. Colvin. She slams her fists down on the desk in a rage.*
Maeve: Mr. Colvin, look, I want a match against yer wan Molly Ringworm. Did you what thon wee bitch dun ta my trophy? So, gimme a match against her for the next PPV. That's all I want. I don;t care about getting the weemen's title right now, sure'n I'll be getting my shot fer that when I win the Colvin Cup, like. So just let me get my hands on Molly &...
*Maeve suddenly looks up & realizes that Colvin is nowhere to be seen, instead, we see the figure of General Reynaldo Fernandéz.*
Maeve: Here, mate... who the f*** are you?
Fernandéz: Who am I, you dare to ask? Why, I am Reynaldo Fernandéz, General AND President of La Republica de San Basilio. You know...one of the men who toils with all his blood, sweat and tears to run this federation as best as possible?
*Suddenly, coming from one of the doors in the office is a man holding a wooden box. He opens it up, next to Reynaldo, and hands him a cigar, lighting it up for him before the General takes a puff.*
Fernandéz: J'you..........want a cigar?
*Maeve, rather exasperated, looks over to her father. He has no words. She looks at the General again.*
Maeve: What the hell is it with all the weirdos in this place?! NO! I don't want a feckin' cigar! I! WANT! A! MATCH! Now, tell me... do you have the authority to make one or do I have to go & find some other arsehole?!
Fernandéz: Oh no, I do have the authority. And I can easily make that match with my unquestionable authority. But I must say, I'm a bit less than pleased with your attitude. Now, if you want that match, then I'm going to have to ask you to treat me with respect and accept my generous gift, or the Freedom Guard of the Republic will have to escort you outside.
*The annoyance is showing on Maeve's face. She looks up, brushes her hair back from her face, puts her hands on her hips & takes a deep breath. She takes a small step backwards from the General's desk, exhales loudly & looks down at him again.*
Maeve: Right, okay, here. I may have seemed a bit agitated there now, but look, it's just because I'm so passionate about getting this match set up as quickly as possible. I want to get my hands on that wee girls so BADLY THAT... *She pauses again & takes another deep breath* I just really, really want to get this match with her, alright?
O'Hare: Erm... could I get a cigar?
*The general reacts to Maeve with a glazed look in his eyes, but then, upon hearing the Coach's request, his eyes light up and he smiles, immediately handing O'Hare a cigar.*
Fernandéz: Ahaha, this fellow knows precisely how we conduct business in La Republica de San Basilio! It's an age-old tradition, ever since the homeland was founded as a tobacco colony. Ahem! I digress! In any case, good man, do you have any further requests to ask of me? I am, if the saying is still big here in America..."all ears."
*Maeve looks on aghast as her father pushes forward, slightly shoving her aside so that he may talk business with the new boss. O'Hare gladly takes the cigar offered by the General & leans over as Fernandéz offers a light. O'Hare takes a few puffs of the cigar before continuing to converse with Fernandéz.*
O'Hare: Well, see, my daughter, right? She's got a wee problem so sje does. There's this wee girl who took a most-prized possession of our Maeve's when she stole her bodybuilding trophy, right?
*The General shakes his head, unable to believe such scurrilous behaviour.*
O'Hare: I know, it's terrible isn't it? Anyway, our Maeve was hoping that you could help her out with getting a wee bit of retribution against this girl; basically, she wants a match against Molly Ringworm, hopefully for the next PPV. D'you think you could sort that out for us?
Fernandéz: Without hesitation, I must say that I would be happy to set that match in stone! March 29 must be of the highest quality possible, and yet another match-up would certainly raise the bar, no? Yes! I shall write it down and my secretaries will add it in post-haste!
*He turns his head to look over his left shoulder, cups a hand around his mouth and begins barking orders.*
Fernandéz: Diaz! Castillo! Write this down, in the biggest and brightest letters you can possibly get...Maeve O'Hare vs Molly Ringworm at March 29! If that's not up on the card as soon as possible, then your most benevolent leader will have to teach you why not to make such inconsiderate errors!
*He turns back to both O'Hares and shrugs, taking another puff of his cigar.*
Fernandéz: Consider it a done deal. Or consider my secretaries to be done deals.
O'Hare: Thank you very much, General. This is much appreciated.
*Maeve, a look of confusion on her face glances between her father & at the General.*
Maeve: Hould on there... that's just EXACTLY what I was asking for about 2 minutes prior & you wouldn't...
*The Coach kicks Maeve in the shin.*
O'Hare: [Under his breath, at Maeve] Will you shut up? We got the feckin' match didn't we? Again, general, thanks so much.
Fernandéz: No problem at all, my friend. *he turns to Maeve* And good luck to you! May victory accomidate you in your quest to rid this federation of that treacherous thief!
*The Coach begins to herd Maeve out of the room despite her protestations.*
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Post by Paul's Boutique on Mar 17, 2009 22:42:07 GMT -5
*We open on the beginning of Beastie Boys’ “Shadrach.” We see on a man of medium build, fit and muscular but not ripped, with short brown hair and brown eyes, has a light beard, and has pale skin. He is walking down a New York City sidewalk, wearing a leather coat, a blue long sleeve shirt, khakis, black socks, and nice shoes. He is clapping over his head to the beat of the song. Suddenly, the man stops and pulls out an egg from his coat pocket. Suddenly, the name “Egg Man” appears at the bottom of the screen.* *Egg Man throws the egg at a man who is walking down the sidewalk and runs away as it smashes against his face.* Riddle me this brother can you handle it *Cut to Egg Man grabbing some clothes from a rack on the sidewalk and running off* Your style to my style you can't hold a candle to it *Cut to Egg Man in a shopping rolling down a sidewalk as he slaps the heads of people sitting on the other side of a metal fence with an oar* Equinox symmetry and the balance is right *Cut to Egg Man in a bar smoking and drinking a beer* Smokin' and drinkin' on a Tuesday night *Cut to Egg Man in a park losing a game of chess to an old man and flinging the pieces all over the place* It's not how you play the game it's how you win it *Cut to Egg Man in a convenience store ripping open a bag of potato chips, causing them to fly all over the place* I cheat and steal and sin and I'm a cynic *Cut to Egg Man in a subway terminal fling his fist in the air as a band plays next to him* For those about to rock we salute you *Cut to Egg Man reading a Hustler magazine in a public library* The dirty thoughts for dirty minds we contribute to *Cut to Egg Man throwing an egg to a street preacher* I once was lost but now I'm found *Cut to Egg Man throwing books out of the shelves in a public library* The music washes over and you're one with the sound *Cut to Egg Man riding piggy back on the shoulders of a man in wheelchair rolling down a sidewalk* Who shall inherit the earth the meek shall *Cut to Egg Man shooting cars with a paintball gun from a fire escape* I think I'm starting to peak now Al *Cut to Egg Man shooting seagulls with a slingshot at a dock* From S.S. Decontrol and the man upstairs I hope that he cares *Cut to Egg Man smashing a parking meter open with a sledgehammer* If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire *Cut to Egg Man flinging eggs at three men with microphones on a sidewalk corner* We're just 3 M.C.'s and we're on the go *Cut to Egg Man blowing a fog horn in a public library and scaring everyone* SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO *Cut to Egg Man dancing on a roof with a woman in a tight white short skirt. As they dance, Egg Man mouths “SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO, SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO, SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO,” and then the woman starts mouthing, “Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!!!!” Then, the Egg Man starts slapping the woman on the butt.* *Cut to Egg Man skateboarding down a sidewalk and jumping over a fire hydrant with his skateboard* Only 24 hours in a day *Cut to Egg Man grabbing the guitar of some street musician and smashing it against a brick wall* Only 12 notes a man can play *Cut to Egg Man dancing next to a D.J. in a club* Music for all and not just one people *Cut to Egg Man throwing a balloon filled with paint at a Mercedes Benz in a handicapped parking spot* And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel *Cut to Egg Man running out a shoe store with a pair of Adidases and being chased by the owner* More Adidas sneakers that a plumber got pliers *Cut to Egg Man throwing a balloon filled with paint at a man in a suit* Got more suites that Jacoby & Meyers *Cut to Egg Man spitting beer at a bartender and then running out of the bar* If not for my vices my bugged out desires *Cut to Egg Man slashing the tires of a Cadillac parked in a handicapped parking space* My year would be good just like Goodyear's tires *Cut to Egg Man picking the pocket of a cop* So I'm out pickin' pockets at the Atlantic Antic *Cut to Egg Man surfing on top of a van* And nobody wants to hear you cause your rhymes are so frantic *Cut to Egg Man grabbing a female grocery store clerk and then starts making out with her* I mix business with pleasure way too much *Cut to Egg Man opening a bottle of wine and pouring it on a female standing next to him* I mean wine and women and song and such *Cut to Egg Man spraying a cat with a water gun, causing it to jump onto a man in a business suit* I don't get blue I gotta mean red streak *Cut to Egg Man stealing money from the guitar case of a street musician* You don't pay the band your friends and that's weak *Cut to Egg Man shooting a store window with a paintball gun* Get even like Steven like pulling a Rambo *Cut to Egg Man smashing a Ford Escalade with a sledgehammer* SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO *Cut to Egg Man dancing on a roof with a woman in a tight white short skirt. As they dance, Egg Man mouths “SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO, SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO, SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO,” and then the woman starts mouthing, “Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!!!!” Then, the Egg Man grabs a water gun and sprays her with it.* *Cut to Egg Man grabbing a bag of money from a guard as he pulls it out of an armored truck* Steal from the rich and I'm out robbing banks *Cut to Egg Man giving some of the money to a homeless guy* Give to the poor and I always give thanks *Cut to Egg Man giving some of the money to the library he was in* Got more stories that J.D. Salinger *Cut to Egg Man dropping a bunch of egg onto the sidewalk below* I hold the title and you are the challenger *Cut to Egg Man giving some of the money to some street musician* I've got money like Charles Dickens *Cut to Egg Man eating some Kentucky Fried Chicken* Got the girlies in the Couple like the Colonel's got the chickens *Cut to Egg Man giving some of the money to a bartender* Always go out dapper like Harry S. Truman *Cut to Egg Man reading a Mad Magazine and then ripping it apart* I'm madder than Mad's Alfred E. Newman *Cut to Egg Man giving money to all the people he was an ass to: the female clerk, the woman he poured wine onto, the street musician who’s guitar he destroyed, the shoe store owner, the convenience store owner, the cop, the guy who got attacked by the cat, the street preacher, and the man he through the egg to at the beginning.* *Never gonna let them say that I don't love you* *Cut to Egg Man on a roof dropping balloons filled with paint onto the sidewalk below* My noggin is hoggin’ all kinds of thoughts *Cut to Egg Man turning open a fire hydrant, causing all the water to shoot out and kids to come running to splash in the water* Adam Yoggin is Yauch and he's rockin’ of course *Cut to Egg Man taking communion at a Church, but stealing all the communion wafers* Smoke the holy chalice got my own religion *Cut to Egg Man dancing as that Naked Cowboy plays next to him* Rally round the stage and check the funky dope musicians *Cut to Egg Man slapping a man sleeping on a park bench with a Bible* Jerry Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee Falwell *Cut to Egg Man whizzing down the street in a moped* You love Mario Andretti cause he always drives his car well *Cut to Egg Man skateboarding in a circle around a dog as the dog follows him with his eyes* Vicious circle of reality since the day you were born *Cut to Egg Man ripping open a bag of popcorn in a convenience store, sending popcorn flying everywhere* And we love the hot butter on what the popcorn *Cut to Egg Man sipping some wine and then grabbing a girl and starts making out with her* Sippin’ on wine and mackin’ *Cut to Egg Man jumping onto a stage and throwing an egg at a rapper on a stage* Rockin’ on the stage with all the hands clappin’ *Cut to Egg Man surfboarding on top of a car* Ride the wave of fate it don't ride me *Cut to Egg Man on a stage and swinging a microphone around by its cord over his head* *Being very proud to be an M.C.* *Cut to Egg Man sliding down a staircase banister* And the man upstairs I hope that he cares *Cut to Egg Man spilling a jar of pennies onto a convenience story counter* If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire *Cut to Egg Man dancing onto to big amps* Amps and crossovers under my rear hood *Cut to Egg Man jumping over a parking meter* The bass is bumpin’ from the back of my Fleetwood Brougham D'Elegance *Cut to Egg Man smashing open a piñata, causing candy to spill out and kids to come running to grab some* They tell us what to do hell no *Cut to Egg Man on a roof throwing a watermelon onto the sidewalk below* SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO *Cut to Egg Man dancing on a roof with a woman in a tight white short skirt. As they dance, Egg Man mouths “SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO, SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO, SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO, SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO, SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO, SHADRACH MESACH ABEDNAGO,” and then the woman starts mouthing, “Hey, hey, hey, hey!!!! Hey, hey, hey, hey!!!! Hey, hey, hey, hey!!!! Hey, hey, hey, hey!!!! Hey, hey, hey, hey!!!! Hey, hey, hey, hey!!!! Hey, hey, hey, hey!!!!” Then, the Egg Man grabs a bottle of wine. He pulls the cork open with his mouth, spits it out, and then pours the wine all over the woman.* *The song stops, and we cut to the Egg Man standing in front of the store from the last promo: Paul’s Boutique. Then, this voice over begins.* The best in men's clothing. Call Paul’s Boutique; ask for Janice. The number is ah (718) 498-1043 That's Paul’s Boutique, and they're in Brooklyn...
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Post by Team Raft Shack on Mar 18, 2009 22:03:41 GMT -5
*We cut to the backstage of WIG, the first sight we see being the likes of the new arrivals to the WIG locker room, as well as familiar incomprehensible duo, Team Raft Shack. Both men are clad in their usual ring attire, which is better than their usual choice of clothing, as they handstand and walk down the hall, a pair of manic grins across both of their faces.*
Zeleke: This would be WIG?!
Faboon: Would it be!
Zeleke: How ludicrous... it does not seem like a mask for mine scalp.
Faboon: Do not allow looks to decieven! We must prepare... for we are to face the John Johnsons momentaciously. We must strateffy and plannate for this bout... or victory will fall from ourn fingers!
Zeleke: Oh yes... anticipation runs wild through my mane at this encounteration. My curiosity beckons to see these Johnsonsons in all their glorification...
*As it so happens, when the word fingers slips from Faboon's mouth, a hand with multicolor rainbow polish slides in front of the camera, waving..backward. As Zeleke speaks, the rest of the figure slides into view. The arms of one Lexi Dyionisi cradling a paper bag are the first to be seen. Lexi smiles, and stares straight at the raftshackian team of crazy.*
Zeleke: SPIERS!
Lexi: *She's decked out in a multicolored t-shirt with an even stranger jumper dress pulled down over it.* I'm not a spider. My name isn't Nate!
Faboon: Well of course thine would be no archanion! Othertwise, my foot would have caved in your silly skull!
Lexi: My hair'd deflectefy it. ^.^
*The crazy white haired young man flips forward to his feet and rests a palm on his cheek, seemingly pondering the thought of this. His pink haired companion meanwhile simply continues to balance there, perhaps busy thinking about the Johnsons...*
Faboon: This possibility could occur... well then, why does one rainbown child liken yourself come upon us?
Lexi: I like your guys' heady of hairness. I'm...not a child! >=-0. But i brought you a present.
Faboon: Oh... a presentification eh? Acceptance would be mandatory!
Lexi: *The poufy haired warrior of the LS- er, Japanese candy variety holds out the paper bag* I think you'd like it. i did. It was delicious. Even when you mix it with syrup.
Lexi: -a smile spreads across her face, in such an anime-like way, Lufisto would be jealous. She shakes the bag in the Raftshackian dementians' direction.*
*Faboon immediately sprints over, quickly snatching up this sack, then doing a rather spontaneous back handspring, before shoving it right in his partner's face. Zeleke sniffs at it, then rolls back to his own feet and grabs it himself, quickly ripping it open and sticking his head eagerly inside!*
Zeleke: DELICOCITY!
Lexi: Hope you like chocolate. o.0!
*Almost immediately upon hearing the word, Zeleke turns the back upside down, quickly dumping the entire contents down his throat, then crumpling up the now empty bag and forming a equally huge grin on his own twisted face. Faboon simply turns around and smacks him across the face.*
Faboon: Heathenous hen! Your lack of sharosity is quite impaling!
Zeleke: I could not help this... the bagging beckoned to mine mouth!
Lexi:...I have extra. In the lockeroom! Would you aliens of fiendish beautiosity like to accompnaize me?
Faboon: I shall do just this! However, the pink haired fiend will stay and ponder upon this happening he has created!
Zeleke: Chanceless! I shall instead ponder what pondering I choose to apond!
Lexi: Okey-dokey! *At this, the almost equally crazy girl grabs Faboon by the forearm and gives him a thumbs up- Did I mention there's also coconut, orange, strawberry, banana...all sorts of assorted deliciosments!
Faboon doesn't seem to have much trouble keeping up with her, eyes filled with curiosity as he follows in tow.
Faboon: Excellency... I must spy upon this for my ownsome.
Lexi: They all look pretty in a color order too-oooo-o!
*Huddled up in a corner, the camera manages to spot a shrouded figure slumped against a wall in the background. A scarecrow thin shape dressed in something resembling a black medical gown that covers everything but his hands. His arms are tightly buried over his head so his face isn't at all visible. Despite this, a few locks of lavender colored hair can be seen poking through. Completely silent, he is either oblivious to the presence or others or simply doesn't care. The remaining Zeleke seems to notice this figure, giving a rather puzzled look in their direction, but eventually turning back around once more. He then flips back into a handstand position and appears to doze off in the middle of this hallway. We almost immediately fade out.*
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Post by ragnal on Mar 19, 2009 3:51:10 GMT -5
Backstage, we find Ada Banshou and Chick Aura, the latter who is pacing in the background.
Ada: Ms. Sadamoto, your last bit of words on a certain man have reminded Ms. Aura of one of many reasons she is, of couse, so hateful towards you. You see, it is because of the man you spoke of, one Cassinova.
Chick stops pacing in the back, breathing heavilly.
Ada: Ms. Aura, you could say, idolized Cassinova. She admired his cunning, his ability to be one step ahead of his competition...and the way he humiliated those he was around. The perfect example; Cassinova stole Mr. Crauswell's gryphon costume, and forced the animal lover out of his hiding shell and out into the world, revealing Crauswell to be simply as human as the rest of the world is. Or...
Chick can be seen smirking, though her face does not face the camera.
Ada: You, yourself. Ms. Aura had longed for someone to gain the upper hand against you, Ms. Sadamoto, and he did just that, when he obtained your affections...only to shatter them with help of Dr. Anemone.
Chick nods in the background.
Ada: To Ms. Aura...it was perfection. It would be the downward spiral of your career, of your life, of ever trusting another man as long as you live. it would make Ms. Aura happy, and to have you break down would make Ms. Aura living proof that a true Joshi is one that is dominant, and will never show their emotions as she expected you too.
Aura nods...then shakes her head, her smile fading.
Ada: But you did not. Instead...you defeated Cassinova. And ironically enough, rather than see you hightail it from EWT...Cassinova would do just what you should have. But you obtained the Ox Division title Cassinova had won, you took his pride...and you made him a sham. Ms. Aura was not pleased with these actions.
Once again, Aura shakes her head.
Ada: When last I reminded Ms. Aura of these events...she nearly took my head off. Imagine, Ms. Sadamoto, what could happen when she steps into her first ever deathmatch, and is reminded once more about what you did...to her idol.
Aura nods once more, the camera zooming in on her frozen face as the scene fades out.
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Post by James "Magnum" Constance on Mar 20, 2009 21:30:51 GMT -5
Howard Finkel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. *James “Magnum” Constance’s music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=CR9WJToFsTsFinkel: Introducing 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 sunglasses, a Detroit Tigers cap, a Hawaiian shirt, blue tropical floral design trunks, black knee pads, and black boots. He walks to the ring as some pyro goes off and enters it. Then, he takes off his cap, shirt, and sunglasses and hands them to the referee, who hands them to the timekeeper.* Tom Bailey: Welcome back to W*I*G Vindication. And, we are about to see Magnum back in action against “Hot Shot” Howard Heath. Jeannie Lawless: Yes! I mark for any chance to see my mustachioed man of steel! Tom: Well, you might get lucky. I’m pretty sure TNT will probably show up. Jeannie: After what we saw at the end of Damien Blood’s match, I wouldn’t be surprised. *“Hot Shot” Howard Heath’s music plays.* www.youtube.com/watch?v=-recskrzunI Finkel: And, his opponent, coming down the aisle, at 6 feet 1 inch, weighting in at 238 pounds, from San Diego, California—“HOT SHOT” HOWARD HEATH. *“Hot Shot” Howard Heath comes out the boos of the crowd. He also has on a Hawaiian shirt and is wearing black wrestling trunks, black knee pads, and white wrestling boots. Suddenly, TNT runs up behind Heath and hits him with that horse shoe in the back of the head; Heath hits the floor with a hard thud. TNT is still wearing black Western-style button and collar shirt, black jeans, and black cowboy boots; he now has on his noseguard. TNT runs down to the ring, slides into it, charges at Magnum, and hits him with a bicycle kick. The crowd boos him mercilessly. TNT waits for Magnum to get up. Magnum does, and TNT grabs him and hits him with a side Death Valley driver.* Tom: Speak of the Devil! TNT has run down attacked Magnum with the Explosion Driver. Jeannie: Damn! He is pissed! I hope all you guys out there learn from this to never kiss Nicole Michaels! *TNT waits for Magnum to get up, hoping to hit him with that horse shoe. Suddenly, L. Rey runs down the ring, wearing a leather coat, white shirt, blue jeans, and black boots. The crowd cheers as L. Rey jumps onto the apron, jumps onto the top rope, jumps off, and hits TNT with a springboard forearm strike.* Tom: Hot Damn! L. Rey comes to the rescue again, hitting TNT with La Espada De Damocles! Jeannie: L. Rey, TNT, Magnum! Maybe that sexy Damien Blood will come out as well! Tom: Jeannie! Jeannie: I can’t help it! Damien maybe creepy and psychotic! But, he’s so cute! *L. Rey and Magnum get up. They both walk over to TNT and pick him up. Then, they place him onto the ropes and whip him across the ring. As TNT hits the opposite ropes and bounces off of them, Magnum and L. Rey charge at TNT and hit him with a double dropkick. The crowd cheers as Magnum and L. Rey get up. Suddenly, Damien Blood, still in his wrestling gear, runs down to the ring. He slides into it, gets up, and charges at Magnum and L. Rey. However, they just move out the way, but Damien jumps onto the ropes, springboards off, and hits them both with a springboard moonsault into a double reverse DDT.* Tom: Sweet Carla in the Pallor! Damien Blood comes out and makes a double Donation To The Red Cross! Jeannie: What!? Tom: “Donation To The Red Cross” is the name of the move Damien just did, and he hit it on both men, making it a double… Jeannie: I get it now. *Damien gets up, mounts L. Rey, and starts punching him. However, Magnum gets up and grabs Damien, trying to pull him off of L. Rey; but TNT gets up, charges at Magnum, and hits him with another bicycle kick. Suddenly, security comes running out again. They enter the ring and try to pull the four men apart. However, Damien and TNT fight off the security. This distracts both men, and L. Rey and Magnum attack Damien and TNT respectively. Security keeps trying to pull them apart.* Tom: Good lord! These men are going to tear each other apart before they get to March 29th! Jeannie: Um…shouldn’t someone check on “Hot Shot” Howard Heath? He hasn’t moved at all this whole time. *Cut to commercial*
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