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Post by Swarm on Mar 19, 2008 22:13:05 GMT -5
"We regret to inform all five members of the Pierce Deville "My Mom Thinks I'm Attractive Atleast" fan club that due to recent allegations of his involvement in Jonathan Parker's illegal dog fighting ring, his contract has been terminated. Not much can be said for Deville's legacy, but in the words of Busta Rhymes; "Ante Up! Cut that fool! They wanna act stupid gun butt that fool!". Thank you Mr. Rhymes for helping us through these troubled times."
The opening video for WFWF Loaded plays followed by an obscene amount of pyrotechnics! We cue to ringside where sitting are Ray Mano and Jesse Owens.
Ray Mano: Hello folks, and welcome to WFWF Loaded!
Jesse Owens: We've got a huge night for everyone. National Title preview matches and talk shows and not just one, but two Land of Opportunity matches!
Ray Mano: Don't forget The Dead Idol taking on Steven Nyangel one on one as well as a number one contender's match for the International Title as Luther Castle squares off against likely sexual harassment charges as he faces Meg this week!
Jesse Owens: And of course our main event of the evening, Alex Sean taking on Wez in what should be an interesting contest. But with all that said Mano, I gotta know, who is going to be the new WFWF President!
Ray Mano: I'm not sure Owens, but we will find... Hey what's this?
The Polish National Anthem plays over the speakers as Yohan Turdler emerges from behind the curtain, waving the Polish flag.
Ray Mano: Oh no, here comes the Polish Punisher
Jesse Owens: This is the greatest day of our lives Ray, he is going to grace us with his presence.
As Turdler makes his way down the entrance ramp, a fan in a hooded sweatshirt jumps over the barricade and hits him with a stiff forearm.
Ray Mano: What the hell?
The fan grabs Yohan by his waist and collar and throws him hard into the steel barricade. The thud is sickening.
Jesse Owens: Security needs to get out here and stop this...
As he says that, the fan pulls off his hood, revealing....
Owens & Mano: Kurt Burton!!
DUH DUH DUH!!!
Burton reaches into his pants pocket, producing his signature lead pipe. He laces the pipe into a hole in his jeans. He hooks Turdler's arms, and lifts him high in the air. He puts a spin on Turdler, delivering the dreaded Acid Crunch onto the lead pipe.
Ray Mano: Turdler may be dead.
Jesse Owens: Even I will say that after the attack on Blaze last week, and now this... Burton has gone too far.
Turdler has blood dripping from his mouth, and otherwise is not moving. Security forms protection around the fallen Turdler, as EMT's rush to take care of him. Burton produces a microphone.
Kurt Burton: Actions speak louder than words, and that is precisely my intent. To let my actions do the talking, as my words have thus far not succeeded. But maybe this, disruption of programming, loss of dollars and talent, maybe this will spark our idiot management into giving me what I deserve.
Ray Mano: It is wrong to try to barter the safety of our fine atheletes for a title shot.
Jesse Owens: But he has a point, it is wrong for management to pidgeonhole him in the tag team division.
Ray Mano: Two wrongs don't make a right.
Jesse Owens: But they do make ratings!
We fade into the locker room area as EBR stands, resting his hand on the wall. Next to him is Obo. That’s just about all there is, folks.
[/size][/color] EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] So, I’m assuming you and Deville figured out which one would get the title shot? Obo:[/size][/color] .... Oh.. You heard about the thing with Jonathon Parker .. And the dog fighting ..? EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] Yeah, of course. But I mean … say you decided on giving Deville the title shot. Then what would you do? Obo:[/size][/color] I’d just get it by default. EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] It’d probably be more honorable to not take it in that case. After all, you would have given it to Deville. Wouldn’t really be yours … you know? Obo:[/size][/color] But that never happened. EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] Ah … very well then, I suppose this worked itself out quite nicely. He motions towards the locker bench.[/size][/color] EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] Is this pine? Obo doesn’t respond.[/size][/color] Obo:[/size][/color] But what are you gonna do? EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] Excuse me? Obo:[/size][/color] I wanted a title shot from Thunder. Never got that. How is this any different? EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] Well first off, I was number one contender so I had first dibs. But dude, don’t worry about it. I’m champion, man; I’m sure there’s some type of perk that allows me to pick my challengers. It’s all cool, don’t worry about it. And honestly? The new President of the WFWF gets to book whatever he wants … There’s a cheer from the crowd, because they like EBR and thus they’ll like him as President. Hand in hand, people.[/size][/color] Obo:[/size][/color] … You’re the President? EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] I’m assuming. I mean, in any type of half functioning society power goes to the guy currently at top. Who’s more on top than the World Heavyweight Champion? Obo:[/size][/color] I guess that works for me. EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] It does. He nods.[/size][/color] EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] You’ll get your title shot. You have my word. After this dramatic and foreshadowing sentence the camera fades out.[/size][/color] [/Center] |
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Post by Swarm on Mar 19, 2008 22:13:24 GMT -5
Ray Mano: Well folks, up next is set to be our first in two National Title Tournament preview matches.
Jesse Owens: Yes. This week two men in the tournament will face their opponents in the first round in tag team action!
The music starts, then all of a sudden, the lights go crazy and pyro is going off everywhere. The lights and the pyro then come under control, as a bright light shines on Horror and Williams who are standing on the top of the ramp, both men have their arms raised. Then Williams starts flipping the crowd off because they are booing him. Horror goes off on his own and starts getting the fans pumped.....they still boo. Eventually Williams and Horror laugh and go into the ring.
Ray Mano: Well there you go.
The lights dim down as “Before I forget” plays by Slipknot. Flames shoot from the ramp as Trace Demon walks through the fire, without getting burned. A red glow erupts around the arena as Trace make his way to the ring, throwing leaflets out into the crowd about Satanism. As Trace enters the ring flames shoot from the turnbuckles, eventually turning off when Trace touches one of the turnbuckles.
Jesse Owens: So far these entrances have already cost the WFWF several hundred thousand dollars in pyrotechnics.
Laser lights flash all over the arena, showering the ring with a multi colored light show. Normal colored lights move around the crowd area. Reckless appears on the top of the stage, looking down to the floor. All the lights are off, with two spotlights showing on Reckless. Reckless walks down the ramp as all the lights burst back on. Lights follow Reckless, laser and normal lights flow all around. As the vocals hit, and Reckless steps on the ring apron, pyro explodes in a colorful, bright and large manor, from each of the four posts. Reckless steps in the ring as the main floor lights turn on. Reckless stands in the middle of the ring and raises his hands.
Ray Mano: That was pretty conservative.
Jesse Owens: Yeah. Kudos, Reckless.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Horror and Reckless start the match. Reckless is angry about last week and runs at Horror, but Horror back-body dropped Reckless. Horror measures Reckless up and dropped a closed fist. Horror gets back to his feet. Horror then rolled onto Reckless connecting with a knee. Horror then executed a middle rope leg drop on Reckless. Horror stood up, and he picked up Reckless. Horror ran against the ropes and hit s diving forearm smash on Reckless. Horror picked up Reckless and threw him against the ropes. Horror was preparing a Scrapbuster maneuver, but Reckless veered to the left and hit a Lou Thez Press and started punching Horror in the face rapidly. The ref had to intervene. Reckless eventually got off and tagged in Trace Demon.
Ray Mano: We could be seeing a preview of next week, Owens!
Trace entered the ring a little hesitantly, but eventually started taking it to Horror. Trace seemed to have lost his mind a little as well as he tried to take the biggest man out of the picture. Eventually Williams ran into the ring and shoulder tackled Trace, and killed Trace’s momentum while he was at it. The ref threw told Dave to exit the ring. Horror managed to get up and go towards his turnbuckle, but refused the tag from Dave. Trace got up only to be flattened again by Horror’s size 16 boot. Horror also went after Reckless, who was at the turnbuckle, sending him down to the mat. Horror walked over to Dave and tagged him in. As Dave came in, Horror lifted Dave up into perfect back-suplex position.
Ray Mano: What is Horror doing? That is his partner!
Jesse Owens: Just watch.
Horror walked over to the downed Trace, Williams still in hand. Horror tapped the side of Dave, and Dave threw his weight forward as did Horror, giving Dave some extra momentum in his leg drop. Williams covered.
Jesse Owens: He's got the cover.
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Ray Mano: Not quite enough!
Dave and Horror were unable to understand how Trace was able to kick out. Horror got a little agitated and looked outside the ring towards the ramp, and saw that Reckless was starting to get up. So Horror picked up Trace and literally launched him out onto Reckless. The ref started counting.
Ray Mano: Chemical Reaction seem to be working as a cohesive unit tonight.
Jesse Owens: That won't matter if Trace Demon and Reckless get counted out!
Williams saw that it was going to end in a count out so he climbed to the top turnbuckle and flew off onto Reckless and Trace, re-starting the 10-count. By that time though, High Horror had already gone out of the ring and threw Dave and Trace back into the ring. He then set his sights on Reckless….
Ray Mano: Horror is a man on a mission tonight, Owens!
Inside the ring, Williams has been relentless on Trace Demon. He was throwing him around like a rag doll. Williams eventually though picked up Trace on Fireman’s Carry position, but Trace reverses and knocked Dave out with a violent DDT.
Jesse Owens: He just reversed him and knocked him out with a violent DDT.
Ray Mano: Jeez, that sounds an awful lot like someone mailing this in just to get it up as soon as possible.
Outside the ring, Horror and Reckless were going at it. Horror landed a few hits, then Reckless hits Horror. Horror Irish Whipped Reckless into the barricade. Horror went up to the apron, but Trace bumped into him hard, and Horror crashed into the barricade because Reckless had moved. Reckless starts pounding on the head and mid-section of Horror. Horror tries to get away. Dave took Trace down with a Japanese Arm-drag. Dave drops a couple elbows as Reckless rolled into the ring and swept Dave’s feet out from under him. Dave crashed down, hitting his head hard. Reckless puts Trace on top of Dave.
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Reckless and Trace start double teaming Dave as Horror enters the ring. They turned their attention onto Horror quickly. They attempt to double suplex on Horror, but Horror uses the last bit of strength he has and suplex’s them both at one time. Trace’s right foot went astray and accidentally caught the ref in the head, knocking the ref out cold. Williams snakes out of the ring and grabs a steel chair, then returns to the ring. He pulls the chair up, but Horror grabs it at the last minute and rips it out of Dave’s hands. Horror mouthed something looking like ‘We are not getting it like that..’ As they converse, Reckless and Demon got up. Demon went after Williams as Reckless went to Horror…again. Williams just threw Trace up in the air and used Horror’s finisher ‘Dreadful Acts’ and knocked Demon out like a light. Reckless had destroyed Horror with the steel chair. Reckless had gone out of the ring and grabbed a sledgehammer. The ref is still out. Reckless rolls into the ring and set Horror up on Horror’s knees. Reckless cocked the hammer back, but at the last minute Dave Williams shoved Horror out of the way and took the shot. Dave’s nose was spurting blood. Reckless is confused on what is going on, but Horror brought his leg up, low blowing Reckless. Horror kicked the hammer out of the ring as the ref got up and counted the cover, not realizing, neither man was legal.
Ray Mano: This is awfully controversal!
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Ding! Ding! Ding!
Jesse Owens: They got it!
Horror and Williams roll out of the ring, mildly celebrating their win.
Ray Mano: Hold on a second. I'm getting something in my earpiece.
Horror and Williams pause, staring at Mano.
Ray Mano: Oh. Really? Well, I guess apparently a mistake was made. Next week it will be the partners of this match who face each other. That means Reckless will face Trace Demon... and, well, you guys are facing each other.
Horror and Williams turn towards one another, staring the other down. From here, we cut backstage, where Create-a-Wrestler, who is desperate for TV time, is with Obo.
Create-a-Wrestler: Hello, this is the Create-a-Wrestler. CAW creates Interviews. Obo, if you will, following the termination of one Pierce Deville, you are a one man Tag Team champion, following in the “not worth the piece of paper it’d take to print it” legacy of Yukio Blaze. What’s going on??
Pan downwards to Obo, who is sitting with his knees in his face, his hair down over his eyes in a melodramatic idiot way, a pair of WFWF Tag Team championships in his lap.
Obo: Let me ask you something.. Have you ever had a vision? Have you ever seen yourself as a clairvoyant? I considered myself a prophet of ash, yet just like such ash, I am blown down just as quickly. Pierce Deville is a self sufficient douche bag. I can sort of respect that in him.. He looks out for himself and no one else..
Create-a-Wrestler: Unfortunately, he fought the law and the… law won.
Obo: These WFWF Tag Team titles.. A quick look at the list of champions would give an exact definition of these dented metal on leather straps. Wez, Immune, Saku, Percy the Panhandler, Tha CBT..
Create-a-Wrestler: Touches his Chest Rest in Peace, brothah.
Obo: These championships reek of the average.. The mundane.. The mediocre. I transcend the average. These WFWF Tag Team titles are a tainted representation of my past, a relic of my history.
Obo clears his throat slightly, before hawking a thick bit of saliva out of his mouth. He launches the fluids from his mouth downwards onto the top title in his lap. The fluid splatters on the metallic plate, running downwards and into the crevice of the specialized nameplate titled “Pierce Deville”.
Obo: I spit on my past. I spit on my history and the history of this company. I’m the future. I’m the savior. I’m your next WFWF Heavyweight champion..
Obo throws the fluid drenched WFWF Tag Team title down as CAW stands on shocked. Obo pulls himself from the walls he sat at and exits stage left.
Create-a-Wrestler: ….. And with that.. This was Create-a-Wrestler creates Interviews.. I’m Create-a-Wrestler.. Stay classy San Diego..
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Post by Swarm on Mar 19, 2008 22:13:54 GMT -5
Ray Mano: Welcome back everyone. Our next match should be borderline barbaric.
Jesse Owens: Let's just hope that Dead Idol finally loses that mask!
The silhouette of the man in the hooded trench coat remains still in the in the entrance of the stage as the music starts. Steven pulls the hood off as the lights come on and starts playing to the crowd as he casually begins his walk to the ring. Rocky however, isolates out everything about the outside world, there is only him and a pending rain of bloodshed that is about to come from his opponents body. His actions reflect that, being more focused than his eager counter-part, taking more methodical steps rather than Steven's almost dance like motions.
Jesse Owens: You know, I'm pulling for Nyangel here byt that was obscenely melodramatic.
Ray Mano: For sure.
Upon entering the ring, Rocky merely tosses the coat over the top rope to the ring attendant waiting. Oppositely of course, is Steven's continued playing to the crowd, typically a rendition of some of his opponents signature taunts or other personalities in order to elicit some laughs from the crowd before likewise handing his coat over to the ring attendant.
Jesse Owens: Now pay attention Mano, this will be the last time you see Dead Idol come out here with that ridiculous mask!
"Dead Lover's Lane" by HIM hits and Dead Idol makes his way through the curtain.
Ray Mano: Here comes our WFWF Hardcore Champion!
Jesse Owens: Your soon to be unmasked Hardcore Champion, you mean.
Selective portions of the crowd give a mixed reaction to this "veteran" and WFWF of the ring, most simple unsure of exactly he is, despite his long standing status. He casually walks to the ring, rolling under the bottom rope and going to the corner, plopping down and stretching to the middle rope with his arms.
Jesse Owens: Mark my words Mano, we're saying an unmasking tonight!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Ray Mano: Here we go! The match is underway.
Lock up center ring. Nyangal breaks it with a shot to the mid section. Nyangal with a go behind waist lock, Idol with a rear head butt and a standing switch.
Ray Mano: Good counter wrestling from these men.
Idol with trapping knees to the back. Nyangal elbows out of it, spinning around and NAILING an STO.
Jesse Owens: What an STO!
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Ray Mano: No! Kick out!
Nyangal gets up and grabs Idol by the mask.
Jesse Owens: Here it is. The moment of truth, Mano. We're going to see what's under that mask!
Ray Mano: That's kind of malicious.
Idol fights him off with punches to the mid section, then goes to the back with punches the same. Idol with a full nelson, split to a half nelson, into a half and half suplex!
Ray Mano: What do you suppose he means by that? Half and Half Suplex? Is he saying like, he suplexed him onto a carton of half and half?
Jesse Owens: I can't be certain but I'm sure it probaby hurt.
Nyangal is flat on his stomach and Idol nails a double stomp to the lower back. Idol goes for the cover!
Ray Mano: The cover!
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Jesse Owens: Nyangel kicks out!
Idol to the corner, slowly climbing to the top rope. Nyangal catches him and shakes the top rope, causing Idol to crotch himself.
Jesse Owens: Do those even work at this point?
Ray Mano: There are rumors backstage about Candi Starlight and an unwanted baby but, thus far nothing's been confirmed.
Jesse Owens: ...
Ray Mano: What?
Nyangal scales the ropes and grabs Idol by the head, bringing him up into the air and dropping him onto the top rope with a brain buster!
Jesse Owens: Good lord!
Ray Mano: Nyangel might have this match won!
Nyangal down on the attack. He makes quick work of the strings that tie Idol’s mask and tries to remove it.
Jesse Owens: Yes! Yes! Take that mask off Nyangel!
Idol fights back on Nyangal with a punch right to the left eye. Nyangal stammers backwards to center ring. Idol comes from behind with a school boy!
Ray Mano: Idol with a school boy!
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Jesse Owens: Kick out!
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Ray Mano: He's got him!
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Ding! Ding! Ding!
Idol is handed the Hardcore Title just in time to roll under the bottom rope and walk up the ramp at a hurried pace.
Ray Mano: What a win for Dead Idol.
Jesse Owens: Please. Nyangel had him beat! If Idol wasn't wearing that stupid mask, Nyangel would be the winner right now.
We cut to the outside where Burton sits at a table with his feet propped up. Below the table is a sign, which says "Burton Strike '08". He holds in his hand a picket sign, which reads "Equal Opportunity for Equal Damage." He smokes a cigarette calmly, as Possessed Child walks up and sits next to him.
Posessed Child: Hi Kurt.
Kurt Burton: Hello.
Posessed Child: So how is the strike going?
Kurt Burton: Ahh... you know, same old same old.
The two sit in awkward silence. Untill finally Child breaks the silence.
Posessed Child: Would it really be that bad... tagging with me?
Burton sits up and looks Child in the face.
Kurt Burton: Alright, I know that you are the newest member of the Axis, and you haven't been here that long, so I'll put it to you like this.
Kurt thinks for a moment... and comes up with the perfect explanation.
Kurt Burton: Look, I have been in the tag division for almost two years now, and I have had my fair share of partners. But the time has come, when I just need to go on my own for a little. Please try to understand, it's not you... it's me.
The middle aged emo looks hurt.
Posessed Child: I would have given you everything! EVERYTHING! I would have been the best partner you ever had.
Kurt Burton: I have had better.
The shock sets in, and Possessed Child storms off. As he does so, the head of security approaches Burton.
Security Guard: Mister Burton, we are going to have to remove you from the premises.
Burton looks around.
Kurt Burton: You mean me. What did I do? Oh, is this about that thing from earlier?
The security men stare Burton down, showing no emotion.
Kurt Burton: OK, fine, but do me a favor, and clean this mess up.
As Burton stands up, he flips over the table, and laying below is Tristan Twilight, a bloody and broken mess. Security is not delicate as the grab ahold of Burton and remove him from the premises. The camera zooms in on Twilight's motionless body.
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Post by Swarm on Mar 19, 2008 22:14:17 GMT -5
Ray Mano: Well here we are. Meg and Luther, who will face Calvin!
Jesse Owens: I’m not sure. But I hear Luther tried to get the match cancelled.
Ray Mano: I think hes afraid.
Jesse Owens: You're right. Afraid to crush Meg. She’s gonna die!
The light's go out, smoke engulfs the titan tron. A loud mischievous scream hit's the PA system. "Bleeding Mascara" by Atreyu begins to play as Meg walks out onto the ramp, head held high. The guitars pick up as Meg raises her head. Raising her arms ignoring the fans boo's as she climbs into the ring, using the bottom rope. She doesn't waste anytime trying to hype up the fans reactions. Instead she waits in the ring warming up for her opponent.
Ray Mano: She looks ready.
An electronic yet tribal percussion line suddenly shakes the sound system, the entrance of "Unorthodox Manifesto". This repeats over several times, the thunderous crash of the music jolting everyone in their seats. Then, at what looks to be the point of sudden and harsh impact, a distortional descent tears through the line, flowing directly into the song itself. Luther Castle follows and makes his way on to the entrance stage. As he walks down towards the ramp, in true Triumvirate fashion, gold sparks shoot up from the stage. After walking to the top of the ramp, he is consumed entirely by the pyrotechnics. The pace of his music suddenly picks up, prompting the sparks to cease fire and Luther Castle to let out a primal scream and pose on the ramp.He walks down further for a moment, then locks into his pose once more. Following the even sharper turn towards speed of his music, the sparks once again begin to fly, this time lower on the apron. After several moments, the pyro ceases and Luther runs into the ring. Upon entry, he scans the area. Moments later, Luther walks over to the ropes and ascends to the middle turnbuckle. He poses for a brief second. Castle leaps down from the turnbuckle and prepares for his match.
Jesse Owens: She may be ready for a match, but he's ready for a war! Yeah!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Luther and Meg surround the ring as the bell rings. Meg looks confident as she takes a run at Luther and they lock up. They grabble for a little while before Luther grabs a hold of Meg and throws her to the floor. As she hit’s the ground she looks up at Luther, who stands tall with a cocky grin. Meg gets up to her feet looking rather annoyed.
Jesse Owens: Haha!
Ray Mano: He likes throwing her around.
She takes another run but this time Luther strikes back with a HARD clothes line. Meg hit’s the ground hard as Luther starts to laugh. He picks her up and holds her in for a power bomb. He laughs at the crowd when suddenly Meg rolls him up for a pin!
Ray Mano: Pinfall!
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Jesse Owens: How’d she do that?
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She almost has him! Luther gets up with a rather upset look on his face as Meg is now doing the smiling. This keeps up for a while as Luther tries to make Meg look like a nobody as he throws her around the ring, but she doesn’t give up as she turns everything he gives into roll ups and school boys.
Ray Mano: Meg is showing she isn’t just a doll.
Jesse Owens: But she looks like such a doll!
Ray Mano: Well that’s not very nice.
Jesse Owens: Neither is your face.
Finally however, Luther does get her when she runs at him. He picks her up and slams her down on his knee quickly with an amazing looking back breaker! He almost breaks her in half!
Ray Mano: Oh my god!
Jesse Owens: Can she walk?
Ray Mano: I don’t think so!
He never lets her go. As he holds her up to his stomach. He screams at the fans and slams her down hard with yet another powerful back breaker! Luther then hollers out “this is why girls don’t wrestle men!” as he then throws her over his head. She rolls and slams the ground.
Ray Mano: Look at that power.
Jesse Owens: Pure greatness.
Luther walks over to her and goes for a pin cover.
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Ray Mano: Close call there.
Jesse Owens: Why would she kick out!?
Meg kicks out! Luther looks a little surprised. He starts to hit her with other moves. He suplexes her hard to the floor and tries more pins but Meg continues to kick out! He even tries a power slam, but she still seems to kick out.
Jesse Owens: She’s going to die!!
Ray Mano: Meg is strong.
Jesse Owens: But Luther is a machine. He’ll sandwich her!
Luther has her right where wants her. He gets up and signals power bomb. He takes her up to his shoulders and tries to slam her down. But she’s somehow fights out, and reverses the mood into a hurricarana! She gets a pin in and Luther kicks out. He gets out and runs at her full of rage! But she gets her foot up, and kicks him in the side of the hear with an Enzuigui!
Ray Mano: HOLY SH*T!
Jesse Owens: I can’t believe she did that.
Ray Mano: They both are down!
Both are down and the ref begins to count.
Ray Mano: I don’t think they are getting up.
Jesse Owens: That was insane!
They barely move until about 5. They both end up getting to their feet in time. Luther tries to go for a punch but Meg grabs his arm and performs a rather decent arm drag!
Ray Mano: Arm drag!
Jesse Owens: Why do you yell out every move?
Ray Mano: Because, its on my cue card..
Meg gets another one in. Meg starts to get up on the higher side. When suddenly boos come out of no where! Calvin Lee is coming down to the ring! He walks past the ring though and sits with the announcers.
Calvin Lee: Hey ya two. I just thought I’d come enjoy this match with you two.
Meg starts to get an advantage when Luther grabs a hold of her and slams her down hard on the mat with a spine buster! Luther gets up and looks at Calvin we he signals for the end. He goes to pick Meg up, and hoists her on his shoulders.
Calvin Lee: Well, looks like my time is short lived, gotta run!
Calvin Lee rushes out back to the ring, and gets up on the apron. The ref obviously sees this and walks over and starts to argue.
Ray Mano: What is he going to do?
Calvin then says he will jump off but not before he “accidentally” knocks the ref into Luther. Luther messes up the move, and drops Meg awkwardly. He lands and rolls onto her stomach. Luther, clearly pisses screams at Calvin where he claims it was an accident. This gives Meg the perfect opportunity and she goes for the pin! Luther is so surprised!
Ray Mano: ROLL UP!!!
Jesse Owens: SHE HAS THE TIGHTS!
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Ding! Ding! Ding!
Ray Mano: MEG WINS!
Luther is so shocked! Calvin Lee smiles as he walks to the back. Meg gets up and realizes what just happen! He immediately fights the call. But there is nothing the ref will do. Meg rolls out of the ring, and quickly makes her way up the ramp.
Jesse Owens: Well aside from that huge disappointment, it appears our follow colleague Ryan Riddel has put together a new talk show segment entitled "Riddel Me This?". It appears his first interview is with XWA Legend and new WFWF Superstar DGX. Guys, take it away.
"In this business, there are people who wrestle great, and great wrestlers. In my extensive amount of several months covering professional wrestling, one of the most intriguing men has been none other than the man who at SuperBrawl took out Johnny Valentine and is, I assume, a WFWF Legend; DGX. For this interview, I decided that I would only ask the tough questions."
We see DGX and Ryan Riddel, sitting opposite to one another in a comforting press room.
Ryan Riddel: Why did you decide to come back to the WFWF?
DGX: Well I've actually never been in the WFWF prior to this Mr. Riddel.
"It looked like I was going to have to press him for answers."
Ryan Riddel: Come on. Not once?
DGX: To my knowledge no. Looking back over your records, both in title and Hall of Fame my name has not come up, thus it would have been impossible for a talent such as myself to have been in the WFWF prior to my present tenure.
Ryan Riddel: Yeah but what about that one time with that one team... you know, with that one guy? Right?
DGX: I'm afraid you have me mistaken with someone else Mr. Riddel.
"What an enigma. Still, I remained focused, and decided that I would lull him into a comfort zone, then like a resting oyster, clamp down on his fingers. Or, in this case, catch him with a good question."
Ryan Riddel: Alright, let's switch gears. Let's pretend, that I'm somebody who doesn't know who you are and what you're history is, okay?
DGX: Where the hell have you been the last ten years?!
Ryan Riddel: Well. We'll just say that I've been under a rock. That part's not important, but for argument's sake I don't know who you are. How would you sum up your career?
"It didn't take me long to realize the error of my ways."
DGX: In a word Mr. Riddel, epic. It's a career that I admit had humble beginnings however quickly blossomed into the stuff of legend...
The image and words of DGX fade, as if his speech were being cut short and fade into another line..
DGX: ... I held every title it offered, sold out arenas nationwide, and am still to this day in my late twenties a mere 7 year pro considered...
Again the image of DGX fades into another.
DGX: ... it's only part about winning and losing Riddel, but how you look doing it. And I think we can all agree, I look pretty damn good if I do say so myself.
We pan to Ryan Riddel, who has clearly fallen asleep in his chair.
DGX: Riddel? Hey, Riddel!
DGX shakes Riddel briefly.
Ryan Riddel: Barely Audible I'm awake... I'm awake.
DGX stares at Riddel, noticing his now messy hair and a small spout of drool hanging off his lip.
"It became clear that DGX, in fact, was the one who lulled me into comfort. Seeing the threat, I decided to change my line of questioning once again, to get to know the real DGX."
Ryan Riddel: DGX, after your career has winded down, how would you like your legacy to be remembered?
DGX: My legacy is a simple one really. I just want to be remembered and known as the greatest of all time, with no equal who came before, and none who came after.
"I decided to dig deep to find out the truth behind DGX's comforting but assertive eyes of hazel. Mm."
Ryan Riddel: So then would you say you are, in some ways, the center of the wrestling business?
DGX: Absolutely Riddel.
"And then deeper than that."
Ryan Riddel: I see. The universe?
DGX: Well it's interesting that you mention it...see the Universe has a black hole at the center of it according to scientists, but you'll notice if you check your ratings lately that where DGX goes, people follow. So logically using the premise of the force of gravity, and the sheer magnetism my amazing personality emits...I would say yes I am in fact the center of the universe.
"It became clear after only a few brief moments that DGX, in fact, believed everything that was coming out of his month. And if his words didn't convince me, it was laid to rest when he decided to bring out the chart."
We cut to DGX standing in front of a large, white poster with "Why I Am The Center of The Universe" written at the very top. Pasted in the center is a XWA Magazine clipping of DGX's face.
DGX: And see here this is the milky way and inside all of that you got your sun and planets and the like. And if you look right here there's my face in the center of the universe. I think the evidence speaks for itself.
"Clearly."
We cut back to both men sitting down once again.
Ryan Riddel: I guess my last question is, where do you see yourself a year from now? What do you intend to accomplish?
DGX: Well that is something that only time will tell Riddel, however I will say this for you. Whatever I accomplish, and wherever I end up, look up because DGX is never anywhere short of the top of the heap.
"So whether it's winning matches or drawing graphs, it's clear that DGX intends to achieve success here in the WFWF. But before I let him go, I just needed one more thing."
We see DGX reading a piece of paper with a tape recorder held up to his mouth.
DGX: Riddel, is there a reason you want me to record myself reading the first five minutes of Planet of the Apes?
Ryan Riddel: Uh..
DGX: I don't need this man, I don't need this!
DGX crumples the sheet and tosses it to the ground. He throws the recorder back to Riddel and heads out the door.
DGX: I just don't need this.
DGX slams the door behind him, leaving Riddel in the room alone. After only a few moments, Riddel rewinds the tape.
"Rest well DGX. I know I will."
We fade with a shot of Ryan Riddel, calmly resting in his bed as the tape of DGX's voice plays on loop.
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Post by Swarm on Mar 19, 2008 22:14:44 GMT -5
Gold lights flash around the stage, as gold pyro shoots up and out walks Jake Slash.
Jesse Owens: That was fast.
The lighting dims as the infamous overture from “Rocky” is heard over the loud speakers. As it reaches its climax, a gun shot is heard before smoothly transiting into “Made You Look” by Nas. Two small children run out from both sides of the ramp way, equipped with American flags.
Ray Mano: Seems a little excessive.
Jesse Owens: Only to commies, Mano. Only to commies.
EBR pushes the curtains apart before slowly stepping out onto the stage to cheers. He gradually strides down the ramp, looking around the ringside area before reaching the apron. He stands on the outside for a brief moment before swiftly sliding into the ring, immediately propping himself as he mounts the turnbuckle, “epically” in his own words. He stares into the crowd, nodding his head before hopping down and slightly pacing around the ring. The music gradually fades out as the lights go back to their normal settings, just as EBR steps into the centre of the ring. He extends his hand to Jake Slash, who slaps it away.
Ray Mano: No class. No class at all.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
EBR chuckles as he walks around the ring. Jake Slash quickly approaches and slaps EBR in the face as the crowd “oohs”. It doesn’t take long before EBR motions to Jake Slash’s side, and foolishly the former Hardcore X Champion looks. EBR runs towards Slash and forearms him in the head, sending him roughly collapsing into the turnbuckle. EBR repeatedly kicks Slash in the face as the crowd cheers.
Jesse Owens: EBR usually doesn’t exhibit any kind of mean streak unless you anger him. Looks like Jake Slash isn’t up to date on his EBR history. *shrugs*
Ray Mano: It kind of looks like EBR’s just bullying Jake Slash right here.
Almost as if he heard EBR quickly stops, pulling Jake Slash to his feet and dusting off his shoulder.
Ray Mano: … Hrm.
Opportunistically Jake Slash kicks EBR in the gut and executes a DDT. He makes the cover.
... 1 ...
... 2 ...
EBR gets his shoulder up as Jake Slash yells at the official. By the way, Jake Slash is not wearing fishnet stockings. He told me to mention that for one reason or another. It works though because it allows me to ramble on and make this longer. See? You didn’t even notice this discussion is taking up a good three sentences.
Ray Mano: Jake Slash looks good with these green neon pants. They’re very pretty. And look at these “f*cking boots”. He’s stylish.
Jesse Owens: And thus this ends the “talk about what Jake Slash is wearing” part of the match. Is this suitable to your taste, Jake?
Well?
Jesse Owens: I must say this is a big opportunity for Jake Slash. A win here would probably get him a title shot.
Ray Mano: Probably.
Jesse Owen: Yeah.
Ray Mano: Hrm.
Jake Slash exits the ring and climbs to the top rope. He jumps off attempting a double foot stomp but EBR moves. However, Slash just lands on his feet. It’s really a logical move in this circumstance. He runs towards EBR and attempts a Yakuza Kick but EBR steps out of the way. He grabs Slash’s arm and twists it behind his back in a hammerlock before performing the Pepsi Twist.
Ray Mano: Luv ‘Ya Blue! He nailed it!
EBR does not go for the cover however. Instead he opts to wait in the corner for Jake Slash to rise to his feet.
Ray Mano: It almost looks like EBR is just trying to extend this match.
Jesse Owens: Of course, you heard what he said; he wants Jake Slash to win this, not him.
Ray Mano: Then why not just lie down and let Slash pin him?
Jesse Owens: Are you advocating EBR to mail it in?
The crackle of thunder is heard as Mano quiets down.
Ray Mano: Sorry sir.
As Slash slowly rises to his feet he dashes towards EBR and clotheslines him into the corner. He places the heavyweight Champion onto the turnbuckle before smacking him in the face with a palm strike. He repositions his own body before taking EBR off the top rope with an Iconoclasm!
Ray Mano: Great move by Jake Slash. A slight variation of his Assault Driver. One of his eight moves he perfects.
Jesse Owens: It’s about eight and a half now.
Jake Slash proceeds to stomp EBR in the head as the Champion uses the turnbuckles to rise to his feet. Slash attempts to hook EBR into a Suplex but EBR knees Slash in the stomach before dropping his leg across the back of his head, impaling him face first into the canvas.
Ray Mano: “The Line” by Mason Dixon!
Again EBR chooses not to make the pin attempt, but instead relaxes in the corner. Taking this as a metaphorical slap in the face Jake Slash, when he makes his way to his feet, again runs towards EBR. But having this scouted E steps out of the way, almost causing Slash to run into the turnbuckle. Able to put on the breaks Slash pushes his foot onto the middle turnbuckle pad and elbows E in the head, before flipping over EBR and taking him down with a Reverse DDT!
Slash again climbs to the turnbuckle and attempts his Flip Leg Drop finisher, but EBR rolls out of the way as Slash gets nothing but the ring mat. With Slash seated EBR dashes to the ropes and nearly takes Slash’s head off with the Motor City Machete! E brings up the dazed Slash and hooks him into a Uranage, dropping him chest first onto his knee, then back first onto the same knee, followed up by an Exploder suplex!
EBR: America! Hells yeah!
Jesse Owens: America’s Combination! The most patriotic move in the WFWF!
With Slash down on the mat, EBR locks his legs between Slash’s head and left arm, applying the One Blood. The hold is applied for a few moments as the referee checks on Jake Slash, before calling for the bell to be rung.
“Made You Look” by Nas begins to play as EBR rises to his feet, his arm raised as the World Heavyweight championship is handed to him.
Ray Mano: Jake Slash tried but at this point in his career he just couldn’t defeat EBR.
Jesse Owens: Maybe next time. Shrugs
Red, white, and blue confetti begins to rain from the rafters as EBR exits the ring, kissing babies in the front row and eating apple pie.
Ray Mano: Hey, I'm getting in my earpiece that Ryan Riddel is currently standing by with Thunder. Let's go back there now.
We cue backstage, where Ryan Riddel is standing next to Thunder.
Ryan Riddel: This is Ryan Riddel here with the returning Alex Sean. I’m sure there must be some butterflies in your stomach heading into your match against Wez tonight.
Thunder: Wrong guy.
Riddel looks up and immediately realizes his mistake.
Ryan Riddel: Crap. Can we start over?
Thunder: Well, here’s the thing. We’re kind of on live T.V.
Ryan Riddel: So what do we do?
Thunder: I’d suggest forgetting that this never happened and moving on.
Ryan Riddel: Good idea. Sorry about that. Now that I’m aware of who I’m talking to, we’re going to ask him some questions. Are you worried about your match tonight?
Thunder: Absolutely. I can’t even put into words how tough this match will be. The Mayhems are so good that they beat me and I don’t even remember it. I fear for my life.
Ryan Riddel: You have my pity. Now, there’s the matter of who will be running WFWF in the future. Any insight into that?
Thunder: Ryan, it’s completely obvious that it’s going to be me. When you think about it, I’m the only good choice out there. Do we want EBR, a man who will certainly be corrupt with that little belt? High Horror? That guy sucks. I have the checkbook big enough to sign all the top talent and have enough experience to know how to really run this place. So I’ll save everyone the time to investigate and let the cat out of the bag. I’m the new WFWF president and that’s it. And with that bombshell, I’m gonna have to end this interview since I’m in a high enough position of power to do that. Now cut to the ring for the next match.
Quietly a stagehand runs up to Thunder, whispering something in his ear.
Thunder: Oh. Well it appears we're going to a commercial. Don't change that dial folks, we'll be right back with more Loaded action!
Thunder walks off, Riddel staring at him awkwardly as we fade to commercial.
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Post by Swarm on Mar 19, 2008 22:15:05 GMT -5
Jay & Kay Mayhem come out with White smoke bellowing from the entrance and go to the sides and taunt the crowd, then come back to the middle and look at each other and begin to run down the ramp and slide into the ring. Then taunt at the turnbuckles and wait for opponents.
Ray Mano: Here is the Land of Even More Opportunity!
"Cult of Personality" by Living Colour begins to play. As the cash register sound ends and the music begins, Thunder walks towards the ring. He reaches the apron and climbs the turnbuckle, taunting the fans.
Jesse Owens: I'm going to mildly enjoy this.
Ray Mano: At least you're realistic.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
both Mayhems jump Thunder. After a flurry of right hands, he is backed into the corner. After some debate, Kay charges at Thunder. Aware of the oncoming attack, Thunder simply backdrops Kay over the top rope on the floor. Apparently not realizing how futile his brother’s offense was, Jay decides to charge at Thunder as well. He is met with a brutal lariat.
Ray Mano: This has just been dominance so far.
Jesse Owens: And stupidity too. Don’t forget about that.
With the match now firmly in his control, Thunder sends Jay into the ropes and locks in a side headlock. The move does succeed in wearing Jay down for a bit, he is able to reach his feet and elbow him to the stomach. He follows it up with a dropkick. Thunder, although a bit of surprise is visible, applauds the move.
Jesse Owens: Good to see Thunder putting over the young guys.
They lock up with Thunder getting the advantage and backing Jay into the corner. He follows it up with several hard knife-edge chops. Once he pulls Jay out of the corner, he hits him with a back cracker. This advantage didn’t last long, though, as Kay hits Thunder from behind with a missile dropkick.
Ray Mano: And now we see the problem Thunder will face in this match.
Jesse Owens: Problem? Just a minor setback is all.
While Jay is recovering, Kay lays in boots to Thunder and hits a powerslam. Once Jay has recovered they lay in boots in stereo before hitting a double back body drop. A clothesline sends Thunder over the top rope and they both attempt dives. Thunder moves out of the way and they both meet the concrete floor face first.
Jesse Owens: Remember what I said about stupidity?
Ray Mano: Yeah.
Owens I was right.
Ray Mano: You’re so modest.
With the huge advantage, Thunder decides it time to take them out one by one. Jay is first on the agenda. A piledriver on the ramp quickly takes care of him and then he rolls Kay into the ring. Before going in himself, he starts looking under the apron for something. A few moments later he emerges with a laminated piece of paper.
Ray Mano: By God Jesse! He’s got a menu!
Jesse Owens: But it’s not just any menu! It’s filthy! You can even see the dirt on it!
With the menu in his hand, Thunder heads back into the ring and brings the menu very close to Kay’s face. “No!” he screams as tears begin to roll down his face.
Ray Mano: This is just cruel. First he throws Yukio onto concrete and now this.
Jesse Owens: When will this monster ever stop?
Thunder rears back to give Kay a shot in the head with the menu, but before he can, Kay runs to the back in terror. After this accomplishment, Thunder begins celebrating, unaware of the schoolboy by Jay.
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... 2 ...
Kickout by Thunder. Getting his second wind, Jay makes a huge comeback, connecting with lefts and rights before hitting a pedigree. He attempts one of his deadly maneuvers, the Burning Star, but due to its highly complicated nature (climbs tope rope jumps off with hands forward lands in a hand stand takes two steps and flips over to a leg drop) Thunder just moves out of the way.
Ray Mano: Well that didn’t work.
Jesse Owens: Nope.
Thunder shrugs for a second before simply hitting Thunder & Lightning and going for a cover.
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Suddenly almost every light in the building darkens, attention being diverted to the entrance screen. Presented is an image of two sleeping children, and a soft voice over.
"It's 3 AM, and your children are safely asleep. But somewhere right outside of Philadelphia there's a phone ringing, opportunity's on the other end. Who do YOU want to answer that call?"
"I'm EBR. Go Eagles."
The image fades and the lights return to normal. Thunder stands in the ring, both Mayhems stumbling to the back, staring angrily at the screen.
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Post by Swarm on Mar 19, 2008 22:15:24 GMT -5
"Hello WFWF fans, I am RBE, better known as the Create-a-Wrestler. I'm here to talk to you about plagerism. Plagerism is not okay. Any ideas you present to a community, be it online or in real life should be your own, entirely and completely. I, for example, am Canada's Wrestler, RBE, a totally and original concept all my own, completely my own, and inspired by my own genious. I got a girl pregnant and raised the baby, because that's the kind of guy I am. I'm set to face off with Trumpet at the Pay Per View and you know what, I might lose. But that's okay. Because if he is the better wrestlers, they deserve to win. He calls me phenom. I call him Tom. We're tight."
Paid for by the friends of "Canada's Wrestle"' RBE.
With that, we cue back to ringside where Ray Mano and Jesse Owens are standing by.
Ray Mano: Well... I'm not entirely sure what that was all about, but up next is the return of the one and only Alex Sean!
Jesse Owens: Let's get on with it.
"Lake Bodom" starts to play as Wez emerges from thick green smoke. He starts to walk slowly down to the ring, triggering flame pyrotechnics from the ramp edges.
Ray Mano: Kind of excessive, don't you think?
Jesse Owens: What are you talking about? This man is ready to kill!
He proceeds along the blazing ramp until he reaches the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and climbs and sits on the back-right turnbuckle post waiting for his victim.
Ray Mano: I have to disagree with you there, Owens. I think Alex Sean's got this one.
Jesse Owens: Yeah, we'll see.
The lights slowly fade to black and all attention is shifted to the entrance screen. After several moments, the atmospheric harmony of "Damage, Inc." begins. Synching with every rhythmic chord, flashes of Alex Sean appear on the screen. These images span from his early days as Alex Showtime, delivering the Heartbreaker, to Alex Sean warming up and delivering his patented Lariat. The music begins to gain momentum and increase in volume, a steady drum beat fading in from silence. Words are echoed loudly through the arena, the beat increasing in volume. Just as the rhythm of the guitars and the intensity of the drum beat reach their peak, a record scratch is heard and the undeniable power chord of "Pray" blasts throughout the arena. This cues the lighting, pulsing with blinding brightness at the power chord and slowly fading to reveal Alex Sean standing at the top of the ramp.
Ray Mano: There he is, Alex Sean!
Jesse Owens: That was excessive. Jesus.
Ray Mano: This is a legend we're looking at here, if anything he deserves your respect.
Jesse Owens: ... Are you crying?
Ray Mano: Naw, naw, it's adrenaline. Yeah. Hits chest
Sean bounces back and forth on his toes, getting warmed up, until the second power chord and bright flash hit. Sean walks down the ramp cautiously, a plain black hoodie still pulled over his head.
Jesse Owens: Besides Mano, the question you need to ask and I think everyone is asking themself is; Will Alex Sean be the same man we've seen before?
Ray Mano: Maybe not, but this could be a whole new chapter in the life and career of Sean.
Jesse Owens: This match, if it goes the way I'm thinking, might be the last.
Slowly he makes it to the ring steps, stopping to warm up for a brief moment then ascending to the apron. He stands on the apron momentarily, observing his surroundings, and just as the choir rings out Sean climbs to the top rope and pulls back the hood.
Ray Mano: Say what you will, you only have to look at this man to know that he's ready.
Jesse Owens: I don't think I need to point out that readiness doesn't exactly translate to victories.
He does not pose or flex, simply stares out at the crowd radiating intensity. Finally Sean grabs the ropes and leaps into the ring. He turns his back to the corner and crouches down, prepared for his match.
Ding, Ding, Ding!
Ray Mano: Here we go, the match is underway!
Following the bell Sean and Wez circle one another, neither losing eye contact.
Jesse Owens: Neither man wants to make a mistake this early in the contest. Against someone as battle tested as Alex Sean or someone as hungry as Wez, it could prove to be disastrous.
Ray Mano: What happened to "oh it's gonna be his last chapter"?
Jesse Owens: I'm simply calling the match Mano. Unbiased journalism. Look it up.
Though hesitant, both men move in for a Collar and Elbow Tie-Up. Wez, however, is quicker to the draw and ducks under the grapple attempt. Sean turns around but is met with a quick jab from Wez. Wez quickly creates some distance between the two, while Sean shakes off the jab and gets his bearings.
Ray Mano: Wez seems to have a clear speed advantage going into this match.
Jesse Owens: So you're saying Sean's slow?
Ray Mano: No, just rusty.
Jesse Owens: intellectually- disabled?
Ray Mano: That's not what I said at all!
Jesse Owens: He has down's syndrome?!
Once again, both men advance for the Tie-Up but Wez is once again able to duck under. As before, Sean turns around only to be met with another jab. Wez backs up in a hurry, avoiding Sean. Sean remains calm, however, not losing eye contact with Wez.
Jesse Owens: Look at this guy. He's getting completely outclassed... by Wez!
Ray Mano: Clearly Sean's time away from the ring have effected him for the worst.
For the third time both men go in for the Tie-Up, and once more Wez ducks under. Sean tries to respond quickly but is met with three, rapid fire jabs. Wez tries to create distance but Sean angrily charges after him. Wez still has the clear speed advantage, and finally as Sean goes for a sloppy Lariat Wez hooks his arm and delivers an Arm Drag. He places his knee on the ribs of Sean and pulls back on an Arm Bar.
Ray Mano: Nice exchange there from both men, Wez really stepping his game up tonight.
Jesse Owens: Well I think it's fair to say that this is, undoubtedly, the biggest match of Wez's career.
This hold does not last long, as Sean is able to roll back to his feet and establish a vertical base. They both get to their feet, Sean using his free arm to push back on Wez's chin. Sean turns his base, applying a Side Head-Lock on Wez, but Wez almost instantaneously slides out and reverses into a Hammer Lock. He then transitions into a Side Head-Lock of his own.
Ray Mano: It was in fact Wez who stated that he only came back to the WFWF to get his place in the Hall of Fame. This could very well be the first true step for Wez in achieving that goal.
Sean grabs ahold of Wez by the waist, then moves him backwards towards the ropes. He shoves Wez off, and collides with a Shoulder Block on the rebound.
Jesse Owens: He just knocked the sh*t out of him.
Wez quickly turns to his stomach, Sean then running to the ropes and stepping over Wez. He gets to his feet, and is once again met with a Shoulder Block from Alex Sean.
Ray Mano: While I protest to your flagrant cussing, clearly Sean is going to win the battle of power.
Again, Wez turns to his stomach, Sean following suit and running to the ropes. This time, however, Wez baits Sean into a Drop Toe Hold. Wez quickly floats over into a Front Face-Lock.
Jesse Owens: Yes! That's how you do it!
Ray Mano: Wez did exactly what he set out to do. He baited Sean, got him to put his guard down, and took advantage.
They both raise to their feet simultaneously, Sean spinning out into an Arm Wringer on Wez. Wez turns his body, alleviating the full tension of the hold, the runs towards the corner. He leaps up to the middle rope, jumps off, and turns into a modified Arm Drag on Sean. Not to be outdone, Sean rolls to his feet quickly, aggressively grappling Wez with a Collar and Elbow Tie-Up. Wez spins, wringing Sean's arm. Like clockwork, Sean lessons the tork of the hold, then runs towards the corner. He leaps to the middle rope, but slips and winds up seated on the top turnbuckle.
Ray Mano: Sean loses his footing!
Trying to capitalize, Wez jumps to the ropes in a hurry, but is shoved off by Sean. Almost as soon as he lands, Wez runs back to the corner, jumps to the ropes, and again is shoved off by Sean. This sends Wez back down the canvas hard, forcing him to roll backward. Seeing an opening, Sean jumps off the top rope, but Wez charges forward and as soon as Sean's feet hit the mat, Wez collides with a Spear, the impact sending Sean through the ropes and to the floor!
Jesse Owens: Dear lord! I think he's dead!
Ray Mano: He's not dead.
Jesse Owens: Look at him there on the floor. Dead.
The official steps in, backing Wez away from the ropes. Meanwhile on the floor, Sean clutches his ribs, clearly damaged from the impact.
Ray Mano: He is clearly not dead. Look at him holding his ribs!
Jesse Owens: You don't suppose he could be a zombie?
Ray Mano: I certainly hope not. That could only be bad.
Jesse Owens: It would definitely give him the advantage, though.
Ray Mano: True.
As the official counts to four, Sean makes it to unsteady legs and falls against the barricade. Before he can get to the ring, Wez advances, grabbing the top rope and slingshotting to the floor with a Cross Body!
Ray Mano: Wez is competing in this match as if it's for the WFWF Championship!
Jesse Owens: He might as well use that performance here, it's not like he'll ever get a chance to compete for that belt.
Ray Mano: You were just defending him two and a half minutes ago!
Jesse Owens: Was not.
Ray Mano: You most certainly were!
Jesse Owens: Show me the evidence.
Wez makes it to his feet and lifts Sean off the floor, rolling him in the ring. Wez slides in after him and makes the first cover of the night.
Ray Mano: I'll... he's got a cover!
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Jesse Owens: This is it, Sean's been beaten in less than five minutes by a mid-carder!
... 2 ....
Ray Mano: He kicks out!
Jesse Owens: See, I knew he was going to do that!
Ray Mano: You're a damn liar.
Still focused, Wez gets to his feet quickly and rains a flurry of stomps and kicks to Sean's mid-section. Sean rolls to his side in an attempt to dodge the attack, but Wez drops down, grabs a Three Quarter Nelson, and fires with a flurry of strikes to his ribs.
Jesse Owens: I don't appreciate the attacks on my character. It's in very poor taste, Mano.
Ray Mano: I.. Whatever.
Jesse Owens: Hell yeah. You take it. You take that sh*t! I bet it burns!
Wez gets to his feet, grabbing Sean by the head and lifting him off the canvas, and with his shoulder shoves Sean backward into the corner. This is followed by several shoulder blocks from Wez, driving Sean's ribs into the corner.
Ray Mano: Wez is unloading a vicious attack on Alex Sean.
Jesse Owens: Let's hope Sean's old, tired bones hold up.
Ray Mano: He's 29 years old.
Jesse Owens: More like 92. Yeah! I'm on fire tonight!
Seeing the danger of the situation, the official steps in, seperating Wez from Sean. This gives Sean an opening, and as Wez comes back to inflict more damage he is met with a hard chop to the chest, sending him backward.
Jesse Owens: I think Sean just broke his hand chopping the much younger and more agile Wez.
Wez advances further, and again is met with a hard chop from Sean. He stumbles back, holding his chest for a moment, then charges at Sean and nails an Enziguri aimed directly at the mid-secton, dropping Sean effectively.
Jesse Owens: And now his ribs are broken! This old house is falling apart!
Ray Mano: This old house?
Jesse Owens: Yeah. You know, like the television show.
Ray Mano: Kind of a weak reference, if you ask me.
Perhaps feeling that he has done enough damage, Wez picks Sean up off the canvas and applies a traditional Abdominal Stretch!
Ray Mano: Regardless of that, Wez could have Sean finished here! Wait a second, I'm getting in my earpiece that we have to take a commercial break! Don't change the channel folks, we'll be right back!
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Post by Swarm on Mar 19, 2008 22:15:48 GMT -5
As we return from commercial, Sean struggles being unable to get a vertical base, the hold stretching viciously on his ribs. In a last ditch effort to form some offense, Sean fires on Wez with several shots to the face with his free arm. This only incites Wez further, who uses his free elbow to spike into Sean's ribs with pinpoint accuracy.
Jesse Owens: Wez is doing a good job here of keeping Sean off his base.
Ray Mano: I'd go as far as saying that if Sean doesn't get out of this soon, the official might have to think about stopping this.
Wez seems to feel he has the match won, and decides to take a less stable but more painful variation of the hold by linking his hands around Sean's neck, pulling back with much more force.
Ray Mano: What a vicious hold!
Jesse Owens: Sean is done, Mano. Finished.
This turns out to be a mistake, and allows Sean to establish his vertical base and hip toss Wez to the mat. Wez, however, wastes no time in getting back to his feet and leaps at Sean with Drop-Kick to the midsection. While this doesn't put Sean down, it gives Wez the opening to apply a Double Underhook, then throw Sean backward with a Butterfly Suplex!
Jesse Owens: ... What I meant was, Sean is going to be done very soon. Very soon indeed.
Upon impact, Wez holds on to the underhook, rolls Sean over on his back, and quickly transitions into a Camel Clutch. It becomes clear after only a moment that Wez has his hands locked directly underneath the jaw, thus pulling back more on the ribs and in turn possibly choking Sean.
Ray Mano: The official needs to get in there and check on that hold.
Jesse Owens: I don't see why.
Ray Mano: He's pulling on Sean's throat!
Jesse Owens: ... and?
Ray Mano: That's illegal!
The pain of the hold is evident in Sean's face, who desperately attempts to crawl to the ropes. Unable to do so, Sean tries and is able to slide one knee underneath his mid-section.
Jesse Owens: ... and?
Ray Mano: Don't do that.
Jesse Owens: Do what?
Ray Mano: What you're doing right now!
This is followed by Sean sliding the other knee, allowing himself to get one foot on the ground.
Jesse Owens: What am I doing right now?
Ray Mano: You know exactly what you're doing right now!
Jesse Owens: What's the most you ever lost on a coin toss?
Ray Mano: ... Aggh!
Sean uses this to get a vertical base and make it to his feet. Wez desperately holds on to the Chin Lock, but is met with a hard elbow to the sternum, forcing him to release. Wez moves towards Sean but is met with a hard chop to the chest. Wez holds his chest for a moment, then cuts Sean off with a knee to the gut.
Jesse Owens: Wez is quick to cut Sean off. I think this match is as good as done.
Ray Mano: Normally I'd say don't count anyone out until it's over, but I may have to concur.
Wez grabs ahold of Sean in a Chin Lock once again, but before he can utilize the position he is shoved off by Sean chest first into the ropes. Wez rebounds hard off the ropes, stumbling backward and is grabbed in a Half Nelson by Sean, who then tosses Wez right on the top of his head with a Half Nelson Suplex!
Ray Mano: What a move! Just like that the tide changes!
Jesse Owens: Well I'll be damned.
Ray Mano: Yeah, you will be damned!
Ray Mano stands up out of his seat.
Ray Mano: I was right, you were wrong! In yo face, b*tch!
As Mano sits down, Sean barely hesitates, covering Wez and hooking the outside leg.
Ray Mano: He's got him!
... 1 ...
... 2 ...
Jesse Owens: No! Wez is still in it.
Now finally with the advantage, Sean picks Wez up off the mat. He pulls back and drills Wez with a brutal elbow to the side of his skull, sending him stumbling back. Sean continues the attack, stalking Wez then delivering another vicious elbow to the skull, sending him further back and into the corner. Sean advances, then proceeds to assault Wez with an onslaught of vicious elbows, connecting time and time again on the right eye of Wez.
Jesse Owens: This is outright barbaric! The official should disqualify Sean right now!
Ray Mano: For what?
Jesse Owens: ... It doesn't even matter! He should just disqualify him.
The official steps in, having seen enough, and tries to get Alex Sean to back off of the corner. This is to no prevail, however, as Sean shoves him out of his way and walks back towards the fallen Wez, who's right eye has already begun to swell.
Ray Mano: As pointed out by our narration, Wez's eye has begun to swell.
Thanks for the props.
Ray Mano: No problem.
Sean ruthlessly stomps away at Wez, alternating between his chest and his face. Wez tries to cover up, guarding his head with his forearms, but Sean attacks with right and left knees, easily passing through Wez's guard and inflicting serious damage.
Jesse Owens: And look at that. In a moment's notice Sean truly shines through as the clear winner of this match.
Ray Mano: ...
Gorilla Monsoon, seemingly back from the grave, approaches the announcer's booth.
Gorilla Monsoon: Will you stop it!
Ray Mano: Thanks man.
With Monsoon now able to rest in peace, once again the official steps in, this time successfully backing Sean off long enough for Wez to stumble to his feet. Wez, clearly reeling from the attack, doesn't anticipate Sean who rushes towards him with a hard kick straight to the chest. This sends Wez backward, barely finding the ropes for support.
Jesse Owens: I'm not liking Wez's chances on this.
Sean takes a brief moment to catch his breath, then runs to the opposite side of the ring, rebounding off the ropes and leaping at Wez with a European Uppercut, sending both men over the top rope and Wez all the way to the floor!
Ray Mano: Good god Owens!
Jesse Owens: Alright, there's at least a good chance that he is dead.
Ray Mano: With Gorilla Monsoon running around here, nothing's for certain!
While both men make it to their feet, Sean gets his bearings faster and ascends to the top rope from the apron. Before Wez can even see what's coming, Sean lands a huge Moonsault off the top rope, the momentum crashing Wez to the floor and Sean back first into the guard rail.
Ray Mano: What a move!
Jesse Owens: Yes, but look at the impact it had on Sean! His battered rib cage just went straight into the guard rail!
Both men lie outside the ring, the official counting them down, recovering from the damage they have inflicted on one another.
Ray Mano: I wouldn't be entirely surprised if neither man reached the count of ten.
Jesse Owens: You have to imagine both men are doing everything they can to make it back to the ring. Neither man wants to lose this match, or feels like they can allow themselves to lose it, and a count out would just be that much more painful, that much more humiliating.
Ray Mano: That was a legitimately well said and intelligent thought.
Jesse Owens: I try.
Finally, at the count of six, Sean makes it to his feet. He pulls Wez off of the ground and slides him into the ring. Sean goes in after, but opts not to go for a cover and instead lifts Wez off the canvas.
Jesse Owens: Now there is your big mistake of the evening, Mano. I'm calling it right now, Wez has got this one.
Ray Mano: Pretty big jump from him being dead a minute ago.
Sean hits Wez with a quick chop to the chest, followed by a jab. Again, Sean chops Wez and follows it immediately with the jab. Once more, a chop followed by the jab, however following the last blow Sean delivers a Spinning Back Elbow to the side of Wez's face.
Ray Mano: Here comes that modified neckbreaker! This could be the last move Sean needs to put Wez away.
Wez, showing clear signs of pain, is hardly able to stand. This allows Sean to catch his breath, clearly not in perfect ring conditioning.
Jesse Owens: It looks like Sean needs a tank of oxygen more than anything.
Finally Sean runs around Wez, then towards the corner where he leaps to the middle rope and back to the canvas for his Underhook Neckbreaker. Be it instinct or playing possum, Wez recovers fast and ducks under Sean's offensive attack. Sliding behind, Wez is able to grab Sean's arms and pull him to the canvas in a back slide cover!
Jesse Owens: He's got him!
... 1 ...
Ray Mano: This is it!
... 2 ...
Sean kicks out after a short two count, rolling backward to one knee. This however gives Wez the opening he needs and he charges towards Sean delivering a sudden Shining Wizard, sending Sean backward into the corner.
Jesse Owens: Now it's it! Cover that man!
Both men lie momentarily, Sean breathing heavily and Wez in substancial pain. Wez finally finds the strength to make it to his feet, but not unlike Sean earlier he opts not to make the cover and instead struggles to pull Sean out of the corner.
Ray Mano: You gonna call him on that one?
Jesse Owens: I don't follow.
Ray Mano: Wez just did the exact same thing Sean did.
Jesse Owens: Well. That seems like sub-par writing.
Ray Mano: At best.
Wez finally is able to pull Sean off of the mat. He then grabs Sean at the waist, putting his own neck under Sean's shoulder for leverage, and lifts him to the top rope.
Jesse Owens: Maybe he did just make a mistake, but clearly putting Sean in a stable position on the top rope while he recklessly climbs in an attempt to do a high risk... Right.
Ray Mano: Yeah.
Jesse Owens: Probably should've thought that one through a little more.
Ray Mano: Probably.
With Alex Sean seated on the top rope, Wez ascends after him. Though groggy, Sean is able to strike Wez several times in the mid-section. Perhaps out of frustration, Wez retaliates with a flurry of rights and lefts, hammering down on Sean just enough to stop his attack. With Sean seemingly incapacitated, Wez leaps up for a Frankensteiner. He pulls back, but Sean is able to hold on to the top rope, successfully stopping Wez from delivering the move.
Ray Mano: Sean counters the frankensteiner!
Wez struggles to fight back, throwing punches up at Sean, who then uses what strength he has left to pull Wez upward into a Power-Bomb position. Sean stands up, his feet on the middle rope, and leaps off connecting a huge middle rope Power-Bomb to Wez!
Jesse Owens: Oh my god!
Ray Mano: ...
Jesse Owens: What?
Owens looks over to see Joey Styles sitting next to Ray Mano. Styles simply nods his head slowly, looking down in shame.
Ray Mano: Word.
Sean leans forward, covering his opponent.
Ray Mano: This has got to be it!
... 1 ...
Jesse Owens: There's no way he could possibly kick out!
... 2 ...
Before the official can even call the kick out, Sean braces himself and attempts to lift Wez off of the ground for another Power-Bomb. But after all of the damage to the ribs, Sean is unable to lift Wez's whole body weight and releases his grip, dropping to one knee and clutching his ribs.
Ray Mano: You know he probably should've just waited to see if he had the three count there.
This time proves incredible valuable for Wez and he begins to roll to his feet. Sean clearly looking vulnerable, Wez rushes to his feet and runs towards the ropes. As he comes back on the rebound, Sean responds with a sudden and vile Lariat, nearly removing Wez's head from his shoulders with the impact!
Ray Mano: Sean just responded with a sudden and vile Lariat!
Jesse Owens: And he nearly removed Wez's head from his shoulders with the impact!
Ray Mano: ... !!!
Staring down at his opponent's near lifeless body, Sean collapses on top of Wez, covering him.
... 1 ...
... 2 ...
... 3 ...
Ray Mano: What a match we just saw!
Jesse Owens: Absolutely!
Wez rolls out of the ring, holding his neck and head, and stumbles up the ramp. Sean then gets to his feet, holding his ribs, and asks for a Microphone. Obviously he's handed it, or I wouldn't have pointed that out, would I?
[/color][/size] Alex Sean:[/size][/color] You know, it seems like all night the only thing people have been focused on is who is going to get this job as WFWF President. Now, while I'm sure Thunder does have a lot of money, and EBR is the WFWF Champion, neither of them have the experience or credibility that I have. I've ran more companies than anyone in this business. More importantly, I've got the contacts and enough money to dispute Thunder. So I think if anyone's getting this job, it's going to be me. "Made You Look" by Nas blares over the sound system and a mildly winded EBR..[/color][/size] EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] I'm doing a'ight. ... Steps out onto the stage. He keeps up a steady pace, not bothering to pose or taunt and makes his way to the ring quickly. EBR asks and receives a microphone. Why? Because he's America's wrestler! Yeah![/color][/size] EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] I'm sorry Alex, but I'm having a hard time lending credibility to a guy who just went like, what? 25 minutes with Wez? EBR looks in the front row, spotting three young children wearing Wez t-shirts.[/color][/size] EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] Not like that's neccessarily a bad thing... Alex Sean:[/size][/color] I'm not really sure why you'd come out here, to be honest E. Wasn't it last week that you said you wanted nothing to do with me? Oh snap.[/color][/size] EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] Yeah, but you can leave. You're clearly not going to be picked over the reigning and America defending Champion EBR. I don't want you, America doesn't want you, and I doubt you even want yourself! Sean backs away, EBR noticing the awkwardness.[/color][/size] EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] But yeah, seriously. You're not going to be the President. Alex Sean:[/size][/color] And why exactly is that, E? Because of my years of experience in the ring? Because of all the companies I've owned? WFWF: RP, WFDC, FCE, XWA.. Is that way I'm not qualified? EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] Well, for starters, all of those companies went out of business. Ohh![/color][/size] Alex Sean:[/size][/color] ... That's completely unrelated. And besides, why would they pick you over me in the first place? You might get upset and just not show up one week, or just pretend you're not showing up only to, five minutes before you're needed, show up and act all heroic. Ohhh![/color][/size] EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] I could do that, or I could book a card with about 50 unreliable people, and then when those people don't show up, not even bother to follow through for the people who actually did show. Ohhhh![/color][/size] Alex Sean:[/size][/color] I see, I see. Well hey E, anything's possible. I mean look at The Dolphins' last season. EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] Don't. Alex Sean:[/size][/color] What was their score? Oh right, wasn't it 1 and 15? Both men go silent, a tumbleweed floating between them in the ring.[/color][/size] EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] ... You watch your mouth when you speak about The Dolphins. Suddenly, “Cult of Personality” begins to play and Thunder appears on the ramp. He walks his way down to the ring with a microphone in hand, a smile on his face the whole way.[/color][/size] Thunder:[/size][/color] Guys, guys, you two need to simmer down here. Nothing is going to be accomplished by bickering back and forth about the president should be or is. We should all be one big one happy family here that doesn’t worry about that type of thing. Plus, I’m the new president anyway. EBR and Alex Sean stare silently. Crickets chirp.[/color][/size] Thunder:[/size][/color] Geez, I thought you guys would have at least watched my interview earlier. I already announced there that I was the new president of WFWF. Now I know I probably shouldn’t have left the cat out of the bag so early, but it’s out there now. I probably should have made it a little more dramatic, but that’s beside the point. Point is, you two can stop discussing it. I’m the new president and that’s the end of that story. So, as my first as president, I’m announcing that at the next PPV, it’ll be myself versus EBR in a rematch for the WFWF Title. EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] No. Thunder:[/size][/color] What did you just say? EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] We already have a number one contender and his name is Obo. Thunder:[/size][/color] Oh yeah? And when did this happen? EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] Uh … last week when he asked me. EBR looks into the camera.[/color][/size] EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] I got your back, Obo! I don’t break my word! Thunder walks up the steel steps and enters the ring.[/color][/size] Thunder:[/size][/color] It’s too bad you don’t book your matches. Alex Sean:[/size][/color] Aren’t you the guy who’s known for losing to EBR at Superbrawl? EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] Yes. Yes he is. Then some things happen, turtles eat pizza and talk to giant rats, the Titans get a good offense. Suddenly, “The French Revolution” by Slipknot (*wink*) begins to play as the crowd buzzes with confusion. Out riding a white horse is the Parisian Parasite Napoleon Weisgarber.[/color][/size] Napoleon Weisgarber:[/size] Je’Mappelle. EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] … Hi. Napoleon Weisgarber:[/size] ‘Fellas, you need to relax. The new WFWF President has already been decided. And no, it’s none of you. The crowd either cheers or boos. It’s complicated to call because you have a face and two heels in the ring. The numbers would point to cheers (because they don’t want Alex Sean or Thunder to be president), but Thunder probably isn’t over. I’m rambling.[/color][/size] Napoleon Weisgarber:[/size] All three of you seemed to miss the memo last week. It was never that the President position would be handed it to anyone. Quite the opposite. The President and General Manager positions were open for sale, and point blank, none of you bought either. But with your loss comes someone else’s gain. And seeing as how the positions could be bought … who has more money then a king? Napoleon gives a stereotypical French man laugh as “The World Is Yours” by Nas begins to play.[/color][/size] Napoleon Weisgarber:[/size] It is my privilege as the new General Manager to introduce your President of the WFWF … King Kraig steps out from the back as the crowd murmurs in shock and awe (yeah!). He adjusts the tie on his suit as he smiles and nods his head.[/color][/size] King Kraig:[/size] Gentleman. Thunder, EBR, and Alex Sean remain in the ring, dumbfounded as Napoleon raises his fist and his horse continually stomps on the rampway.[/color][/size] Napoleon Weisgarber:[/size] Long live the King! Long live the King! Long Live the King! “The World Is Yours” continues to play as Napoleon continues to shout. 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Post by thedeadidol on Mar 19, 2008 22:39:43 GMT -5
amazing  ing results. Jake Slash attire, 2 CAW segments (and my down right mock interview not being editted at all, thank you..) Dirty Menus as weapon, King Kriag as new owner, and jesus .. amazing.. I officially enjoy WFWF again |
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Post by jesterslaugh on Mar 19, 2008 22:48:20 GMT -5
Good results, I've only skimmed them over, but I'm already happy to see that we have full commentary, something I felt was missing and actually gives a reason to read the entire results.
Plus with Craig as acting President I mean we have to be headin up.
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Post by Calvin on Mar 19, 2008 23:00:57 GMT -5
HAHAHHAHAHAHH
Amazing job on the results.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2008 23:18:29 GMT -5
Top notch stuff, I've never seen that much effort put into results before. One quick comment though Napoleon Weisgarber: Je’Mappelle.Makes no sense.  smooches, Saks |
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Post by rockyv on Mar 20, 2008 4:52:20 GMT -5
Some top notch stuff in there. Any time you can get Danny Tanner, Napoleon and a jobber massacre in the same show, you know it's gonna be golden.
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Post by One Love on Mar 20, 2008 5:27:51 GMT -5
Amazing. Just amazing. Is my promo not included because of the new plans, Al?
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Post by recklessmatten on Mar 20, 2008 5:48:10 GMT -5
Very very very good.
I love how my match planned out. as did all the others.
Well done all
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Post by Swarm on Mar 20, 2008 10:09:29 GMT -5
Amazing. Just amazing. Is my promo not included because of the new plans, Al? That's one of the reasons, yes. |
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Post by kingkraig on Mar 20, 2008 12:41:28 GMT -5
*adjusts tie*
I look forward to working together, gentleman.
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Post by The Mayhem is Commin on Mar 20, 2008 13:47:59 GMT -5
awesome results everyone congrats to winners
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2008 9:53:46 GMT -5
I thought that was hilarious! if i am thinking what he is trying to make fun of correctly? the Hillary Clinton thing right? anyway.. great results.. I am happy I won my match.  |
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Post by Kyzer on Mar 21, 2008 21:08:57 GMT -5
I laughed my ass off at this. Great job.
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