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 Cradle ShockNouveau Riche
gone postal  since: Aug 2007 |
 Mar 23, 08 at 6:15pm |
 T H E - B R I S C O E - B R O S. [JAY | TWEENER | 0/0/0 | J-DRILLER] [MARK | TWEENER | 0/0/0 | CUT-THROAT DRIVER] Let me set the scene for you. We've just returned from a commercial break and we're backstage. Standing in the backstage area, next to a cooler are two of the meanest, ugliest, toughest men in professional wrestling today. The two men hide their shaved heads with a black hoodie each and their legs are decked out in shorts adorned with the Confederate flag. Soon enough the speakers will explode with Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Gimme Back My Bullets" and the toothless aggressors will dominate everyone who steps inside the ring for tonight's battle royal. But don't let me tell you about them... let The Briscoe Brothers, Mark and Jay, tell you themselves.
Mark: Damn right, Jay, we got somethin' else to drink to as well. Tonight we 'gotta go up against some little albino superhero bastards and Mohawk sons of bitches who think they know how to tag team. Well, we 'gonna show them what it's really like to be in a tag team and then we can get another strap each round our waists.
Mark: Hells yeah! FIRST NIGHT!
Mark: Damn right, bro, DAMN RIGHT! We ain't the guys to *bleep* with and tonight all of the little boys in that battle royal are 'gonna learn that. It don't matter if you 'gotta Mohawk or if you a little albino wonder woman we're still 'gonna kick your damn asses and then we 'gonna go take them titles. Jay: That's right. All we 'gotta do is walk right through the battle royal and then we 'gonna man up and take them straps from them snooty fruity Embassy rats and then we'll be the top team yet again. And that'll be somethin' else for us to drink to! Mark: HELLS YEAH, BRO! Jay: You little fairy bastards better MAN THE *bleep* UP tonight and then you Embassy SOB's better do the same at the PPV coz once you man up you're 'gonna get beat DOWN! Mark: Man up, boys! Jay: MAN THE *bleep* UP! | |
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Shmoe Dear diary. Jackpot.
forum fever   total posts: 399 since: Feb 2007 |
 Mar 24, 08 at 2:44pm |
 Wrestler: Chris Sabin Disposition: Face W/L/D: 1/0/1 Finisher: Cradle Shock TWG International Champion Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to The Sabin Game. ------------------------ Chapter Eight|Game Over The building is dark. Totally dark. The faint echoes of obsolete objects are loud enough to consume to space. It's chilling to hear, and the temperature, cold. When the lights are not on and the pyrotechnics not blasting throughout, you can feel the chill in the air that's being swept in from the outside world. But, when you're in your zone, the outside world is rendered unimportant. The only thing that really matters is the here and the now. And despite not specifically knowing where in the hell Dudleyville is, it doesn't matter, because tonight, this is the battleground, and the warrior is standing in the middle of the ring. Chris Sabin looks up above him, high into the arena, scanning the rafters with a dead serious look spread across his face. He's decked out in a hooded top and jeans, with a pair of Adio's on his feet. Sabin arrived in Arizona a few days ago, immediately being met by the urchin that is Todd Grisham, and now is standing in the empty ring, in the center of an empty Skittles Arena, all by himself. In the corridors of this arena, somewhere, you can hear equipment being hauled, the distant voices of hapless stage hands shouting at each other because a job has been done only ninety nine per cent correctly. Still, to Chris Sabin these noises are only a whisper in the back of his mind. His eyes closed, he concentrates; he envisions the image later on tonight when Outbreak goes live. He imagines thousands of screaming fans on their feet when Shooting Star by Black Stone Cherry hits the speakers and himself exploding from behind the curtain. Then he imagines his opponent - the seemingly untouchable Triple H. He imagines the man who is the exact figure of the kind of people that Chris Sabin has been trying to escape from all these years. The kind of people who create the glass ceiling that prevents the real talent that can threaten their spots from coming up. Luckily for The Future, TWG isn't that place, where politics are rendered obsolete. And, thanks to the departure of Kevin Nash, for the time being at least, Triple H has lost his most powerful ally in the office. And so, 'The Game' has lost his most effective game plan: playing politics. Sabin has a small grin, just edging out of one corner of his mouth as he paces the ring, holding his hand against the top rope. Once again, he imagines the battle that will take place on this very ground tonight. Sabin thinks about what it's going to take, because whilst Triple H is adept at the political game, that's not to say he's a pushover, as he is a highly respected, highly dangerous competitor, as demonstrated by his vicious, unrelenting assault on Chris Hero just a week back. He's proven time and time again he's one of the smartest minds when in between the ropes. Chris Sabin knows, however, he is also one of the most underrated minds in the business, who knows exactly where he is and what to do in the squared circle at all times. Chris Sabin has trained himself to be not only excellent when it comes to his skills, but has trained his mind to be aware of all possibilities when engaged in the wars that can erupt in the ring. Chris Sabin has had a roller coaster ride in his short time in The Wrestling Game so far. The confusion started in his first match, also his first main event for the company. His third comes tonight. In that gauntlet, Chris Sabin and Mark Jindrak were the final two, and became joint champions that night. Not so confusing had it been a tag team title, but the fact that sharing a singles title is so rare in this day added a level of complication to things, especially seeing as Chris Sabin and Mark Jindrak are two of the most opposite people you could hope to meet. The next week, Chris Sabin put Randy Orton down for the count whilst teaming with Chris Jericho against Orton and Jindrak. Sabin has been proving his metal and his determination since day one in this company, and he's made it clear that he's not going to stop until he can claim the TWG World Heavyweight Championship, and not one single name will stand in his way. No matter if you're a midget or a giant, one hundred pounds of five hundred, Chris Sabin won't go down. If he gets put down, he'll get back up and it will only make him more determined to succeed. And now, it's up to Sabin to prove he can hang with the big guns. Sabin knows that he has the skill and the ability to defeat anyone, no matter their size or style, but when you come up against one of the craftiest veterans in recent memory, it's always going to be a challenge. It's an opportunity that Sabin has been waiting for, because if he claims to be 'The Future', he has to be able to defeat the old guard, and that is exactly what he intends to do. There has also been a conspiracy developed against The Future this soon into his TWG tenure. Due to his claiming to be "Perfect" and yet unable to defeat Sabin twice in a row, Mark Jindrak seems to have developed a hatred for the twenty six year old prodigy from Detroit. It's gone so far that Jindrak and his manager Matt Striker have tried to poison the CEO of TWG Cody Rhodes against the upstanding men like Sabin who bust their ass every week for the company and for the fans, and are trying to pry Sabin's half of the International championship unfairly so Jindrak can be the sole owner of the title. Of course, Chris Sabin won't give it up without a fight, and he'll fight tenaciously until he can proudly raise the title that he has a right too as much as Jindrak does. This situation may be potentially distracting to a man of lesser mental strength, but to Chris Sabin it's just another obstacle that he has to overcome, just like the ones that he's been beating his entire career. It certainly hasn't taken his mind of his match at Outbreak against Triple H. Chris Sabin has never been one to underestimate an opponent, and he definitely isn't going to start now with an eleven time World champion. As Sabin walks back up the deserted ramp and pushes his way behind the curtain, a million things would be running through his mind, but that never means he isn't focused. The fun loving high flier will never be one to be unprepared for a battle, and tonight, that's what Chris Sabin is ready for, whether it be against Triple H himself, or the alliance Mark Jindrak is formed for himself. But, no matter who it is trying to destroy Chris Sabin, the Future is ready for them, and The Future will not be denied. | |
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 Zhou Tai Rockscalling on blue skies
CruisiN'      total posts: 21621 GameGrep pts: 601 since: Nov 2005 |
 Mar 24, 08 at 7:08pm |
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This message is brought to you by ZTR and The Blode. Mhmm, Tasty! Shelton Benjamin & Jimmy Rave 2/0/0 & 1/1/0 Things have been going pretty good for The Embassy so far. Cody Rhodes has been utterly beat up, and sent packing into Mark Jindrak's arms, their holding the tag team championships, and Nigel McGuinness has practically decapitated a waiter at a fancy restaurant. That racist cracker. Needless to say, The Embassy had just returned to the arena in Shelton's compact SUV after making a quick stop at Burger King, The Home of the Whopper. As the gang steps out of the van, Prince Nana makes his presence felt. Prince Nana: That was utterly disgusting, AH?!?!?! Shelton Benjamin: Hoe, yo' face is Utterly disgusting. William Regal: Bloody muffins Nana, you got burned! Shelton and Regal spend the entire time until they reach the back entrance laughing at Prince Nana. Jimmy Rave: That seriously wasn't very funny. Shelton Benjamin: I know. Prince Nana: Now that we have gotten this out of our system, it is time for... Nigel McGuinness: More Burger King? Prince Nana: No, AH?!?!?! Burger King is disgusting! Shelton Benjamin: Yo face- Jimmy covers Shelton's mouth. Jimmy Rave: Just tell us what it's time for. Prince Nana: Okay then, it is time for PREPARATIONS! Nigel McGuinness: Ah *bleep*. McGuinness relieves his anger by quickly charging, and taking down Todd Grisham with a Lariat. William Regal: Give it to him good Sunshine! Shelton shoves Jimmy's hand away, and tries to add his part in. Shelton Benjamin: What the hell we preparin' for? Prince Nana: Tonight, you and Jimmy have separate matches with Jeff Cena and Johnny Hart, AH?!?!?! The crowd stares at Nana. William Regal: What?! Don't you mean Yuemanga and Triple Haitch?! Jimmy Rave: Okay, we get the point. Please- no more bad English. I think I'm about to suicide. Shelton Benjamin: G', I aint got no clue why we gotta' worry bout' dis shit. Dese' guys got no chance against The Embassy! Prince Nana: That may be so, BUT, we cannot take any chances. If you are both successful in your matches tonight, we will not have to worry about John Hardy and Jefferey Cena any longer. Shelton Benjamin:...K Nana looks around, feeling pleased with his speech..of sorts. Jimmy Rave: That's cool and all, but I think Todd isn't breathing. Everyone looks over at McGuinness. Nigel McGuinness: Ah *bleep*. | |
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kieran6 neologist
 total posts: 440 since: Jan 2007 |
Mar 24, 08 at 8:28pm |
 Wrestler: Jeff Hardy Disposition: Face Gimmick: Rainbow Headed Warrior W/L/D: 1/1/0 The cameras come back to see Chris running down the hall with a can of spray paint and he quickly hides in Jeff Hardy's Locker room. As Nigel McGuiness and the rest of The Embassy run past the room in search for him. Chris calmly moves a way from the door and breathes a sigh of relief, droops the can and sits on the bench. He snigger's to himself until; Jeff comes out of the shower room, drying his now blueish green hair wearing a new promotional Jeff Hardy t-shirt and his normal baggy black jeans. He looks up and has weird look on his face as if saying how the hell are you hear, and sighs as he sees Chris's hands are green. Jeff: Chris what in the blue hell did you do now? Chris looks at Jeff and smiles. Chris: I spray painted on their locker room door saying "gay men only" in green paint and I also spray painted a dick on their door as well. Jeff: dammit Chris stop it with the gay jokes it was only funny the first time. Do other jokes like planting stink bombs in their cars or something like that. Chris: OK I'll do that next. Jeff: Only with my supervision and permission understand? Chris sighs as if he was a little kid. Chris: OK. At that moment a knock is heard at the door. Jeff quickly tells Chris to hide in the shower room in case its The Embassy looking for him. Chris quickly shuts the shower room door and Jeff opens the other door showing The Rock looking at him. Jeff is a bit stunned as The Rock walks in and opens the shower door showing Chris as he looks at Jeff. He suddenly smiles as he extends a hand to Jeff and he shakes it. The Rock: The Rock hears you where looking for someone to help you with The Embassy? Well look no further um, Jerry is it? Jeff: Jeff Har- The Rock: It doesn't matter what your name is! [He smiles at Jeff] The Rock is only kidding. The Rock knows who you are and The Rock is here to help you, John and your friend over there. [Points to Chris] The Rock will definitely kick all of their Jabroni asses for the millions! [And Millions] Of The Rock's fans. So tonight The Rock is going to win and be either your partner or Johns. Jeff: Thats great! You are definitely going to help us out with these bastards. The bad thing about it is that they have the co-gm on their side. We had Cody until he sided with Jindrak but, you will be great help for us because we only have Extreme Superstars such as yourself. So Rock welcome to TEAM EXTREME! The Rock: Well in that case, IF YA SSMMEELLLL! WHAT TEAM EXTREME ARE COOKIN! This message was edited by kieran619 on Apr 08 2008. This message was edited by kieran619 on Apr 08 2008. This message was edited by kieran619 on Apr 10 2008. | |
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Zhou Tai Rocks calling on blue skies
CruisiN' total posts: 21621 GameGrep pts: 601 since: Nov 2005 |
Mar 25, 08 at 5:39am |
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I've given up! I'm sick of feeling Is there nothing you can say? Take this all away I'm suffocating! Tell me what the *bleep* is wrong- with me! I don't know what to take Thought I was focused but I'm scared I'm not prepared I hyperventilate Looking for help somehow somewhere And no one cares I'm my own worst enemy- I've given up! I'm sick of feeling Is there nothing you can say? Take this all away I'm suffocating! Tell me what the *bleep* is wrong with me!
Heyman: I'm Paul Heyman along with Jonathon Coachman, and we're here to all the shots tonight. Coachman: That's right Paul, and what a night this will be! Heyman: You've got a good point there. As a matter of fact, we're about to witness the debut of the one and only, Undertaker! Coach: It happens, now. The Undertaker vs. Nigel McGuinness McGuinness starts the match off by completely overpowering Taker into a corner. Before the referee can get over to push Nigel back, He lifts a knee up and connects with Taker's jaw! Reverse STO! 1- 2- Kick Out. The commentators take a few moments to note Taker's groggy movements and utter lack of in-ring skill early on in the match. McGuinness pulls Taker back to his feet, only for the Deadman to throw a right hand toward his face. Nigel catches the fist before Taker can hit the target, and plants him into the ground with a ridged Spinebuster! McGuinness covers once more, but still, can only pull off a two count. Signaling for the match to end, The Embassy's personal guard backs into the corner, as Taker rises back to his feet. Nigel rushes forward, and completely destroys Undertaker with a Lariat! 1- 2- 3!
Heyman: Taker must have some ring rust? Coachman: Now we- Mark Jindrak: So, Cody, now that we've aligned, what do you think we should do first? Cody's eyes shift uncomfortably as he gazes from Jindrak to Striker. Unknown to the fans of TWG, Cody had attended a party in his name thrown by Mark, and it was at that party that Rhodes made a deal with Jindrak to become an alliance. Of course, Cody couldn't remember the specifics, for he had been somewhat intoxicated at the time and shuddered upon thinking of what else he may have done or said that night. Mark Jindrak: Uh, Mr. Rhodes? Oh, did those losers like Jericho get to you again? I swear - Cody Rhodes: What? Oh no, it's nothing like that. At all. It's just - Mark Jindrak: Nervous about how the fans are going to take it when they find out we're working together? Hey, it doesn't matter . . . remember what you said at the party? About how you didn't care about your "friends" in TWG or the fans? If you don't recall, Matt Striker here has it on tape, because as you know he's documenting my rise to power in this company. Cody bites his lip for a moment, takes a quick glance up at the ceiling, and is just about to begin speaking when he is interrupted by Jindrak. Mark Jindrak: You know what I think you need to do? You need to do something that really shocks the audience. It would mean a lot more if you actually did something that helped me out instead of just saying you were going to. You know, actions speak louder than words and all that bullshit. Mr. Striker, what do you think of this idea? Matt Striker: I think that is a fantastic idea, Mr. Jindrak. In fact, I think it would be positively astounding if Mr. Rhodes were to - I don't know - exercise his power as the C.E.O. of this company for once and just give you the other half of the championship you deserve. Mark Jindrak: I think that's a great idea, Matt. So what do you say Cody? Clearly patronizing the young C.E.O., both Jindrak and Striker turn toward Rhodes with anticipation for his response. Cody Rhodes: You know what? Let me think about it for a bit, and then - Mark Jindrak: Think about it? Cody, my man, what's there to think about? We're one team now, remember? Jindrak and Rhodes. You can't actually think Sabin deserves to hold the other half of the championship, do you? Cody Rhodes: I, uh - Full of rage at Cody's indecisiveness, Mark stands up in a blaze of fury and gets close to Rhodes before Striker also stands up and calms the situation down. Matt Striker: Take all the time you need, Mr. Rhodes. Striker leads Jindrak out of Cody's office, waiting until they are out of earshot to say anything. Mark Jindrak: I swear, if he doesn't come through and give me the championship - Matt Striker: Relax, Mark. You're forgetting what we have on him and what we could do to his career if he doesn't give you the championship. Mark Jindrak: What do you mean? Matt Striker: The tape I made . . . you know, the one where I filmed everything that happened at the party. You see, while I do genuinely want to chronicle your rise to glory in this company, I realized shortly before the party what an opportunity we had to get something on the C.E.O. of TWG. And wouldn't you know, he fell right for it. We've got him on camera bad-mouthing his "allies" and the fans of TWG, so if he doesn't give you the other half of the title . . . Mark Jindrak: . . . we'll show the tape in front of everyone and expose him for the cowardly son of a bitch he is. Matt Striker: Exactly. And when everyone sees the tape, his so-called "friends", along with the legions of fans, will turn on him. He won't have their support and he certainly won't have ours. So you see, Mr. Jindrak, I think it's highly unlikely he'll disagree. Striker and Jindrak share an arrogant smile on their faces, proud of their strategic maneuvering. Still, both of them anxiously await what will transpire throughout the rest of the show . . .
Coachman: This is great! Cody's just gonna give the title to the rightful champion. Heyman: Yeah, this should be good. Jimmy Rave vs. John Cena Rave and Cena circle each other, before locking up, with Cena getting the clear power advantage. Cena shoves Rave into the corner before the ref forces a break. Cena breaks cleanly, but Rave slaps Cena across the face, before shoving him. Needless to say, Cena doesn't take too kindly to this, and punches Rave in the face. Cena begins to unload on Rave in the corner, before the referee breaks them up. While Cena is being reprimanded by the ref, Rave climbs up the ropes and when Cena turns around, hits him with a Super Ghanarea. With Cena's head being spiked up against the floor, Rave quickly goes to work on the knee of Cena, preparing for the Heel Hook. After stomping away and using knee breakers, and knee lifts, Rave eventually locks in a leglock. Cena is eventually able to power out of it, and thus begins the 5 Moves of Doom, with the punches, the Diving Fame Asser and the spinning back suplex all going smoothly. With Rave on the canvas, Cena does his "YOU CAN'T SEE ME" taunt. However, when he bounces off the ropes, he is met with the unpleasant surprise of Nigel McGuinness on the apron. Rather then going for the 5 Knuckle Shuffle, Cena charges McGuinness and knocks him off the apron. However, when he turns around he is met with a pair of brass knucks to the face after the ref was distracted. Rave then locks on the Heel Hook, which Cena cannot withstand, and thus taps out.
Heyman: I agree fully. Coachman: Huh? Heyman: I just said I agree with your point. Coachman:..But your not supposed to agree with me. I'm the bad guy here! Heyman: There's room for two. Coachman: There can only be one Heyman. There can only be one. There was only one person who dominated 2005... There was only one person who dominated 2006... There was only one person who dominated 2007... That same person will dominate in 2008... Just watch.. You can run, you can squirm, you can scream, you can hide, but no matter who you are, where you are, you can't escape The Legend Killer.. RKO, 2008.
Coachman: I was supposed to say that.. Heyman: Snooze ya lose. Shelton Benjamin vs. Jeff Hardy Jeff begins the match with control over Shelton, pulling him down to one knee, and taking him to the ground with an Enzuguri. Jeff jumps back to his feet, and leans against the ropes, returning to perform a front flip on top of Shelton. He covers, 1- 2- Kick out! Jeff begins stomping away on Shelton's feet, trying to keep Benjamin from gaining any upper hand. Shelton tries to stand up, but Hardy hits him with a frontward dropkick, sending on his back once more. Jeff is quick to climb to the top rope, and looks for a Swanton, IT CONNECTS! One, two, thre-kick out! Shelton just barely gets a shoulder up there. Seeing the match as a loss, Prince Nana comes running from the back, and jumps upon the apron, taking the referee's attention. Trying to solve this problem, Jeff jumps up and punches Nana off of the apron, only for Shelton to come up behind Jeff and roll him up. He has the tights! 1- 2- 3!
Coachman: Wait, so that means both Cena and Hardy are out of the title match at the PPV? Heyman: That's what Nana said. Coachman: Wait! I've just gotten word from CEO Cody Rhodes. It seems he's reversed Nana's decision. The man who comes in third place in the battle royal later tonight, will be teaming with Jeff to go after the tag titles in a Triple Threat Tag Team Match! Heyman: Did you just make that up?! Coachman: No! Heyman: Sweet! That must be our CEO's way of thanking Jeff for rp'ing. Cena should rp more. Eric Young:'Finally...the Eric Young has come back to...' Before he has a chance to finish the sentence the Rock holds his hand out blocking Eric's mouth from view. The Rock:'Finally....the Rock has come back to Dudleyville!' Paul Heyman:'How dare the Rock interrupt the hero's champion, Eric Young! Young has a match later on tonight and this wannabe the Rock just pushes him aside.' The Rock:'The Rock understands that you have been talkin' alot of trash about the Rock. Calling the Rock a baby. Insulting the Rock's mamma. My mamma could bitchslap your mamma's face clean of!' Eric Young:'Actually Rock i believe that...' The Rock:'It doesn't matter what you believe! All that matters is that tonight is not your night to shine. It isn't my night to shine! It is Matt Hardy's night to shine and i thought i should give you a few words of wisdom. 1.Win and you get the smackdown on your candy ass. 2.Lose and you get the smackdown on your candy ass.' The crowd boo and also cheer as the Rock bitchslaps Eric Young's face clean off. The Rock walks away as the camera's cut to a commercial break. The screen fades in to the backstage area, where the fans erupt on seeing who's on the other end of the camera lens. Could it be anyone else but one half of the TWG International Champion, Chris "The Future" Sabin! Sabin is grinning, all set up with his wrestling gear on. Chris Sabin: You know something? When I came to TWG, it was exactly for opportunities like tonight. It was to show that, with the glass ceiling removed, I could hang with those considered to be the best in the world. Well, tonight, I start my path to the World Heavyweight Title when I face Triple H! A lot of the fans pop for Sabin's aspiration for the World Heavyweight Championship, but a few cheer and boo at the name of Triple H. Chris Sabin: Now, in TWG Triple H has his perfect record, two wins no losses. I have one win, one draw. So, while that means I haven't won has many, it also means that I've lost the same amount as Tripper: zero. And I don't intend on starting tonight. Now, I know there has been a lot of talk over my situation with Jindrak, that will have to wait because tonight, I prove that it's still time to play the Game, but now...it's the Sabin Game! Sabin makes his gun signals and fires, letting out a little chuckle before he leaves the scene. Singles Match Chris Jericho vs. mark Jindrak Chris Jericho and Mark Jindrak lock up but Mark immediately pushes Jericho against the ropes and clotheslines him over them. Jericho then gets on his feet and stumbles to the ring announcer. Mark gets out of the ring and follows but once he gets to him Jericho grabs the chair and smashes it against the skull of Jindrak. Jericho is disqualified and Jindrak wins the match but that doesn't seem to be the surprise. MARK DIDN'T EVEN FLINCH! Jericho stands in shock before being booted to the head. Mark lifts him up and rolls him into the ring before grabbing the chair and following in. Once Jericho gets up, Mark smashes the chair against Jericho's skull. Blood is already dripping as Matt Striker slides into the ring. The ref tries to get Mark out but Jindrak only pushes him away. Mark lifts the chair, looking to do more damage, but CHRIS SABIN RUNS DOWN THE RAMP AND INTO THE RING! Mark swings the chair but Sabin dunks before turning around and nailing the dropkick that smashes the chair against Jindrak skull and sends him between the ropes and out of the ring. Matt follows out as Sabin attends to Jericho and looks on at Jindrak and Striker walking backwards up the ramp. Mark pissed as hell is restrained by Striker as the two share a very tense staredown.
Coachman: Chris Sabin should stay out of business affairs that have no bother to him whatsoever! Heyman: Of course. Coachman: I'm starting to get confused. What's going on? Heyman: I'm trying to become a heel. Coachman: A bit rusty, eh? Heyman: Definitely.
Coachman: I don't like the looks of a lot of things here. Randy Orton w/Edge vs. Shawn Michaels w/Christian Orton and HBK quickly lock up as Edge and Cage look on from ringside. Orton corners Michaels to the turnbuckle before the ref separates them. They both go for another lock up but this time HBK gets a headlock in. After a few seconds, Orton pushes HBK to the ropes only for him to bounce back and nail a flying forearm. Orton quickly gets up only to be knocked down by Michaels once again. Orton gets up again and this time receives a chop to the chest before being whipped to the ropes by Michaels. Once Orton bounces back he dunks the clothesline from Shawn and from behind gives his modified backbreaker. A little annoyed, Orton begins stomping all over Michaels before the referee is forced to push Orton back against the turnbuckle to give HBK some time but the Legend Killer doesn't stop. As Shawn lies on his knees Orton rushes past the ref and kicks Shawn Michaels, punting him right in the head. HBK lies on the mat motionless before being lifted up and given an RKO. But before he goes for the cover the LIGHTS TURN OFF! The crowd goes wild for a little bit as the arena is dark before the lights turn back on again and there is a man standing in ring! JUDAS MESIAS! Orton stands in shock before being rushing out of the ring and up the ramp as Judas turns his attention to the laid out Shawn Michaels and stomping all over him. Christian Cage slides in the ring to help his partner but Mesias clotheslines him down. Edge then rushes in the ring for an easy shot and goes in for a Spear but Mesias lifts his knee up and jams it into Edge's face. He then lifts Edge to his feet only to pull him down with the STRAIGHT TO HELL! Mesias then looks over to the recovering Christian and runs over to give him the STRAIGHT TO HELL! The ref runs out of the ring as Judas Mesias stands in the center of the ring above his fallen victims.
Coachman: I usually close my eyes. Heyman: Before we forget to mention, A special thanks goes out to Gangsterlicious for his hit song, Homies of Hoes! TWG's official theme song. Coachman: HOMIES OVER HOES! Cody Rhodes: Look guys, the more I thought about it the more I realized I may have made a rash decision by agreeing to align with you . . . Mark Jindrak: You know what I think? I think that it is total bullshit. When you were with us, you seemed to be so confident and so sure of yourself, but when you got back here you let all of the wanna-be superstars and so-called "good guys" play you so that you feel bad if you step one toe out of line. Cody Rhodes: Please Mr. Jindrak, that's not what happened at all . . . Matt Striker: Look, are you going to give my client the rest of the championship or not? Cody Rhodes: You know, I'd like to - I really would - but I think if I did that I'd be portrayed as someone who doesn't play fair, and I don't want my image to be tarnished like that. I'm not saying I'm against you holding the title - the full title - I just think you need to earn it. In a scene strikingly reminiscent from before, Jindrak leaps out of his chair and comes within mere moments of striking Cody. Although Striker does not attempt to diffuse the situation, Mark realizes at just the right time that hitting the C.E.O. of TWG wouldn't be the revenge he desired . . . no, his hatred for the man he stood so close to ran much deeper than a simple punch would allow . . . Mark Jindrak: You know what? I tried. I tried to make you less of a coward. I tried to open your eyes and make you see who truly holds the power in this company. But you know what? I realize that I wasted my damn time by doing that, because you are nothing more than someone who sympathizes with scum like Jericho and Sabin. And you know what? I'm the Reflection of Perfection. I'm above that shit. Just know that sometime in the near future, you'll be regretting what you just did . . . Cody shakes his head negatively, figuring what Jindrak is saying is nothing more than a scare tactic. Cody Rhodes: Oh, I'm sure I will Mr. Jindrak. Now if you would . . . the door's right there. Jindrak and Striker storm out of the room, though once they are out in the hallway they begin to calm down. Indeed, they become much more relaxed once they realize how much power they now hold. They have the ability to bring down - or, at the very least, seriously damage the reputation of - the C.E.O. of TWG, and neither of them is above that.
Coachman: What do you mean by that? Heyman: Heh. You'll see Coach. Batista vs. CM Punk vs. Mr. Kennedy vs. AJ Styles vs. Matt Hardy vs. Finlay vs. "Super" Eric Young vs. Briscoe Bros. vs. MVP vs. Shannon Moore vs. The Hurricane vs. The Rock All of the men, excluding Batista are standing in the ring. The Animal's music begins to play, but he does not come down to the ring. A few seconds pass, and we finally head backstage to see Batista knocked out cold and a note laying on his chest. The note has only three letters. They state: "R.K.O" As we return to the ring, all hell has broken loose. The Hurricane and Super Eric are coexisting as a team, attacking The Rock as The Briscoe Brothers are fighting with MVP and Mr. Kennedy in the center of the ring. Beside them, CM Punk and Finlay are brawling. Finlay is able to host Punk up on his shoulders, and walks over to the corner, looking to dump Punk over. But from behind, Matt Hardy pulls Finlay's feet out from under him, sending Finlay out of the ring, but with CM Punk landing on the apron! ELIMINATION ONE: FINLAY. As Punk pulls himself up on the apron, Shannon Moore plants him with a Superkick, sending him to the ground below. ELIMINATION TWO: CM PUNK. MVP hits Hurricane with a fist to the sternum, and launches him over the top rope, but Helms hangs on! MVP turns to take Hurricane out, but once he does, Super Eric attacks from behind and tries to lift MVP over. Strangely, Mr. Kennedy rushes over to Young and assists him in eliminating TWG's MVP! ELIMINATION THREE: MVP. Kennedy backs a few steps, but as he does, Super Eric brings up his foot and hits Kennedy with a low blow! AJ Styles comes up behind Kennedy, and tosses him over the ropes for an easy elimination. ELIMINATION FOUR: MR. KENNEDY. Jay Briscoe rolls back in the bottom rope after a close elimination from The Rock. Shannon tries to bring Hurricane down with a close line, but he ducks, and turns around, Hurricane Blow! On one side of the ring, Super Eric is on the tope rope. He yells over to Hurricane to climb the other one. Hurricane Helms does so, only for Mark Briscoe to come up to him, and shove Hurricane out of the ring! ELIMINATION FIVE: THE HURRICANE. The Rock says, "I just threw Matt Hardy's ass over the top rope!" ELIMINATION SIX: MATT HARDY. With six men left, Super Eric leaps from the top rope, nailing Shannon Moore with a leg drop! Eric rolls to the other side of the ring, as The Briscoe's lift Moore up to his feet, and send him packing over the top rope. ELIMINATION SEVEN: SHANNON MOORE. AJ Styles comes up behind the two brothers, but as he does, The Rock and Eric Young rush up behind him and throw Styles over. ELIMINATION EIGHT: AJ STYLES. Three of these four will be heading to our PPV to go for the tag titles. One to team with Jeff Hardy, and the other two to form their own team. The Briscoe's begin brawling with Rock and Super Eric, who had their own confrontation earlier on tonight. Rock hits Jay with a foot to the gut, spins him around, and nails him with a DDT! Eric tries to mimic Rock, but Mark catches his foot. Rock saves his rival, and plants Mark Briscoe with the Rock Bottom! Eric pulls Mark to the middle of the ring, asking Rock to perform The People's Elbow. Rock, with all of his pride, pulls off his elbow pad and launches it into the crowd! Rock runs against the right rope, and heads back toward the left, only for Jay to pull the rope down when he leaned in, causing Rock to fall out on to the apron, but Rock holds on! He's barely able to pull himself back up to his feet, when Super Eric rushes up and nails Rock square in the head with a boot! The foot to the face sends Rock to the outside, meaning these three will be going to the pay-per-view! ELIMINATION NINE: THE ROCK. As Eric dances around, taunting at Rock, Mark is able to pull himself back up and come up from behind Super Eric, sending him out of the ring in the process! ELIMINATION TEN: "SUPER" ERIC YOUNG.
Coachman: Don't forget, Eric will also be teaming with Jeff Hardy come our pay-per-view. They're all winners! Heyman: But The Briscoe's were the actual winners of the match. That's ten times better. Tick Tock, tick tock. Our time Has come, childrEn. No morE sufferiNg, no more ignorance, no more Discrimination. I will lead you to a Safer world. Prepare for the fall of Humanity itsElf. The houRs will still count down, but the conclusion will be inEvitable. THE END IS HERE Just then, the arena begins to ring out with the name "SNITSKY". We wait for a few moments, and the music stops.
Heyman: At least we didn't have to see another video hype of an ugly man. Coachman: You make a good point. Go Snitsky! Heyman: Either way, I have an announcement to make regarding the world title, so says "Mr. Rhodes". Hah! Heyman: Ladies and gentleman. Not to mention all of the superstars backstage, including my Next Big Thing, this is the moment you have all been waiting for. Our World Championship decision. TWG chants begin to ring out throughout the arena. Heyman: Okay, okay. I'm going to get right to the point here. We will be witnessing the first ever "TWG Tournament of Champions"!
Heyman rejoins Coach at the table as the bell rings for the next match.
Heyman: I think I'll have that topped before the night ends. Coachman: Oh really? Heyman: Yeah really. Chris Sabin vs. Triple H As Sabin is making his way down to the ring, The Game attacks him from behind with a chair! The referee immediately begins to ring the bell. Triple H immediately begins to smash Sabin's head into the ground with the chair. HHH picks Sabin up to his feet, and begins slamming his head into the steal ring post. After a few shots, Game throws Sabin to the ground and begins stomping away at his chest. By now, Chris's face is dripping with blood and sweat. The area around the ring begins to swarm with road agents and medics, trying to pull Triple H away from Sabin. Before being finally pulled away, The Game destroys the last breath of Chris Sabin with a Pedigree!
Coachman: Okay Paul, what's going on here? Heyman: I told you, you'll find out soon enough. Mark Jindrak: Now, I know that you fans of TWG are pretty stupid, but I'm hoping you aren't blind, because first of all - well, first of all, actually, so that you can see my flawless physique - Striker shoots Jindrak a glance that goes unnoticed by the crowd but helps to focus the Reflection of Perfection on the topic at hand. Mark Jindrak: Okay, that's not the only reason. You see, as the Reflection of Perfection, I feel it is my duty to you, my loyal fans, to expose an important issue that is currently happening in this company. You guys don't know this, but the C.E.O. of TWG - and the person you all admire for being such a stalwart and true leader - has been secretly conspiring with Mr. Striker and I. And even better, your hero, the person who stands up for the very people you idolize, even admitted that he was jealous - jealous - of me. Matt Striker: And don't forget, Mr. Jindrak, he even kissed the ground in front of you. Jindrak leans his head back, clearly reliving the moment his manager just mentioned. It is only when the crowd begins a stream of chants such as "YOU SUCK" and "LIAR!" when Jindrak snaps out of the illusion and addresses the massive crowd surrounding him. Mark Jindrak: You call me a liar? Please, I am Mark Jindrak. The Reflection of Perfection. I don't lie. But just because you guys are too dumb to realize what I'm saying is true, I've brought proof. Please, show the tape. There is a slight delay between Jindrak's command and an image being played on the TitanTron, which gives the crowd a few moments of nervous anticipation. However, they say very little once a variety of clips involving Cody Rhodes begin to be played on the TitanTron. The footage is horrible; it seems as if Jindrak and Striker have used anything - absolutely anything - that could be used to incriminate Cody, even if it is out of context. Specifically, quotes straight out of Cody's mouth such as "I'm not even going to care about my friends in TWG or the fans" are shown along with the young C.E.O. drinking copious amounts of alcohol and then escaping to Jindrak's bedroom but closing the door on the camera. Some footage is then shown of Cody stating "it's just that sometimes, I can't stand guys like Jericho or Sabin" and "the so-called good guys of TWG, they always expect me to be such a great leader and person all the time. And, obviously, I'm not". The TWG fans seem to be stunned at what they are watching as more and more footage is shown of Rhodes behaving like Jindrak. Many have begun to boo the once-proud C.E.O., but their strongest reaction comes at the end of the clips, when the moment in which Cody admits he is jealous of Mark Jindrak is shown. The final clip shown is that of the passed out Cody Rhodes laying face-first at Jindrak's feet, and the footage then fades out as Jindrak begins to speak again. Mark Jindrak: You see, I wasn't lying to you. Like I said, I'm perfect, so I don't have any reason to lie to beings of a lesser caliber - which admittedly, is everyone. You see, Cody Rhodes, the man you adored, the person you thought would lead this company - As the crowd continues what is likely the loudest reaction of the night, Jindrak pauses. This is exactly the way he hoped the fans would react. The fans continue to get louder and louder until Jindrak, wanting to provoke them even further, decides to speak up. Mark Jindrak: So what do you say? Let's have Mr. Rhodes come on out here and face the fans he apparently cares so much about. The crowd screams in agreement with Jindrak, shouting things like "CODY SUCKS" or "COME OUT HERE!" at the top of their lungs. The arena is engulfed by continually stronger emotions until the music of Cody Rhodes hits and he paces toward the ring. Jindrak realizes how difficult it must be for Rhodes to walk close to the ring - the fans become even louder and more explicit as Cody gets close to them - and Mark couldn't be happier. Eventually, Rhodes reaches the ring and, microphone in hand, begins to speak. Cody Rhodes: Look guys, I know what you just saw looked bad, but I can assure you - At this point, numerous things are thrown in the direction of the ring, some of them nearly reaching their target of the young C.E.O.. Cody makes a few additional attempts to speak, but each time is cut off by the crowd beginning increasingly more vicious chants. Cody Rhodes: Can't you see that Mark Jindrak and his manager here are just trying to dupe you into believing - Again, Rhodes is completely cut off by the crowd. The first few rows begin a chant of "QUIT NOW" that practically spreads like wildfire throughout the agitated crowd. Eventually, almost every fan in attendance is demanding that Cody resign. Jindrak and Striker, meanwhile, are more smug than ever, as their facial expressions clearly show. There a few rather tense moments as Cody looks at both Jindrak and Striker, feeling endlessly betrayed - though not surprised in the least. With the crowd against him, Cody shrugs heavily and speaks once more. Cody Rhodes: You know what? You guys really want to see me gone from this company? Almost in complete unison, the crowd unleashes a response of "YEAH!". Cody Rhodes: Well then, you got it. I've always been about the fans, and if this is what the fans want . . . Cody clears his throat, at the same time trying to make sure he means what he is about to say. Cody Rhodes: . . . then I resign as the C.E.O. of TWG. The crowd roars victoriously as Cody begins to walk out of the ring, though not before mumbling something to the effect of "you win" to Jindrak. The audience continues their loud ramblings as Rhodes takes a long walk and finally reaches the backstage area. Once Rhodes is no longer in sight, the crowd quiets down to observe the fallout from what has just transpired. Matt Striker: Well then, Mark, I guess that leaves TWG without a C.E.O. for the time being . . . Almost as if on cue, there is some sort of commotion at ringside as someone - though the crowd cannot clearly see who - grabs a microphone and joins Jindrak and Striker. The audience seems to be completely bewildered for a few moments until everything is made clear by the sound of a voice reverberating throughout the arena. Paul Heyman: Actually, Mr. Striker, that's not true at all. You see, if you check the official documentation, you'll find that I am the next-in-line to become C.E.O. of this fine company. Jindrak and Striker cannot help but look right at each other, each of them feeling completely elated at this turn of events; they both think that things could not get any more perfect until . . . Paul Heyman: And I tell you what, Mr. Jindrak, because I have you to thank for coming to power, I'm going to do you a favor. There's going to be a match right here, right now to determine who the sole owner of the International Championship is. A wave of confidence and arrogance sweeps over Jindrak as he realizes what a great opportunity he has just been given; although he fully believes he could defeat Sabin in any capacity, he also knows that this match will be much easier thanks to Sabin's seriously damaged state after the match that took place just awhile ago. Paul Heyman: And you know what? Just to make things exciting, we're going to make this a handicap match. The crowd has varied reactions to Heyman's announcement, but Jindrak pays no attention to the audience, for he isn't sure if he can win the title when going against two people - even if one of them is severely injured. Paul Heyman: Mr. Jindrak, you pick any one person off of the roster to be your partner, and if you and the person of your choosing manage to defeat Mr. Sabin in a no disqualification match, you'll be named the sole champion. Astounded at the thought that he believed for even the slightest moment Heyman would sympathize with Sabin, Jindrak finds himself in a state of intense thought. Striker takes a few steps closer toward his client and they discuss things for a moment until Jindrak nods his head and moves the microphone to his mouth. Mark Jindrak: Naturally, I'm going to choose the only other person on this roster that even comes close to being remotely as perfect as I am, so I've decided my partner will be . . . SHELTON BENJAMIN! Paul Heyman: A great choice, I may add. Mr. Benjamin, if you'd please come out here . . . Few seconds pass after Heyman finishes his inaugural speech. Soon enough, "AINT NO STOPPIN ME NOW!" begins to show on the TitanTron, and out come Shelton Benjamin, without The Embassy. Chris Sabin, who is being held up by the referee and a turnbuckle is staring at Heyman as Shelton walks up the steps and into the ring. Striker hands Shelton a microphone, allowing him to toss in a few of his words. Shelton Benjamin: Alright, I'm sure your all wondering why I'm out here, right? Well I'm gonna make dis' short n' sweet. I hate Cody Rhodes. Dat' asshole has screwed me so many times in the past two weeks, it's not funny. See homie, after Mr. Striker here explained dis' plan an' shit to me, I had to agree to help out Mark. How couldn't I? Get ready Sabin. Your bout' ta' feel the wrath of TWG's big, bad, blonde bombshell. Matt Striker: My friend, there is no chance of stopping him now. Main Event #2 Handicap Match for the International Championship Mark Jindrak & Shelton Benjamin vs. Chris Sabin As soon as the bell rings, Jindrak pounces on Sabin, taking him down with frequent rights and lefts. After getting Sabin to the ground, Shelton and Mark begin stomping his chest in where Triple H left off. Jindrak easily pulls Sabin back up to his feet, and looks toward Shelton. Benjamin simply smiles, and jumps up into the air pulling Sabin down with an Inverted DDT! Shelton stands back up, and returns the favor to Jindrak, by lifting the lifeless Sabin back to his feet, and holding him there. Mark of Excellence! Striker steps into the ring as Jindrak covers Sabin, 1- 2- 3! New International Champion!
Heyman: No, don't thank me. Thank Mr. Matt Striker. And America. Coachman: Wait, with you as CEO, who will be doing commentary with me? Heyman: You'll find that out soon enough. Coachman: Please stop that. Heyman: My pleasure. | |
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wwemarvelfan If You Close Your Eyes...
Still Seekin'    total posts: 3345 since: May 2006 |
Mar 26, 08 at 3:32am |
 "England's Finest" Nigel McGuinness Disposition: Heel Finishers: Lariat, Tower of London Associates: William Regal, Prince Nana, Jimmy Rave, Shelton Benjamin W/L/D: 3/0/0 "Just One Step Closer" Well, it appears yet again I'm the first man to RP after a show. Just shows how proficient and dedicated I am! Anyways... For the past few weeks, Paul Heyman has been hyping the "next big thing in TWG". And by all rights, it might as well be Nigel McGuinness. Nigel has shown absolute domination here in TWG. Last week, he pinned the legend known as the Undertaker. It would be and understatement to say he beat him, but dominated the Phenom. Nigel is quickly becoming a huge star here in TWG and he finally is getting his just deserts. Tonight, he faces Christian in the Tournament of Champions. The winner will get a shot at the TWG World championship! Nigel is more ready than anyone could ever imagine After the usual introductory of TWG, fireworks and hyping and Coach being as boring as hell, we are brought to a locker room. Oh but it's not just any locker room, it's the Embassy's locker room, AH!? Nana is whacking one of his servants with a bullwhip, Jimmy is practicing a few holds and such with Shelton, Regal is sipping a cup of tea (stereotypical much?) and Nigel seems to be listening to his iPod Nano (insert TM thingy here). He seems to be listening to "The Final Countdown" by Europe, as he mutters the lyrics to himself. But then comes the chorus... McGuinness: IT'S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN!!!!! Everyone jumps at the botching of a kickass song. Nana accidentally whips his servant in the jugular, Shelton botches a hold (though it wasn't Nigel's fault) and Regal spills his tea. Regal: Aw bloody hell! What in blazes are you doing Nigel?! McGuinness: Sorry mate, just kinda got caught up in the moment there. Uh Nana, I think you're slave there's dying. Nana: AH!? That's the third one this week! Thanks Nigel McLariat! Benjamin: Yo dawg, that's not fly. You made me lose some of mah charisma. Rave: You never had any before, remember? Benjamin: Yeah I di... oh wait, you're right. Dammit! Nigel droops his head in shame. Who knew his horrible singing could lead to such unimportant troubles. Oh, except the dead servant. McGuinness: Aw *bleep* guys. Sorry about that. Nana: It's alright Nigel, I can always buy another slave. In fact I probably should right now, and sell this dead servant's organs so we can have doughnuts later. So, who knows which way the Black Market is? Everyone looks at Shelton. Benjamin: No, I d-d-don't know where the Black Market is! I never even h-heard of the Black Market. I... okay, it's about a block down. Just turn right at Crack Smoking Whore Avenue. Nana: Thank you Mshelton. Come on Jimmy, let's go. Rave: Do I get to break someone's leg?! Nana: Err, maybe. Jimmy, help me carry the corpse. Jimmy, Nana, and the corpse all leave the room. Regal then turns and grins at Nigel. Regal: Nigel, I have very good news for you. McGuinness: I just saved a bunch of money on my car insurance my switching to Geico?! Regal: Uhh, no. You know how you've been saying that you're going to go to the top of TWG. How you told me that's your dream that night we went camping? Benjamin: Teehee, Brokeback U.K. McGuinness: Uhh Bill, let's not talk about that shit right now. But what about it? Regal: Well Nana happened to pull a few strings and well, you're in the Tournament of Champions! McGuinness: ...What the *bleep*'s that? Regal: *Sigh* It's a tournament that decides who will go onto the deciding match for the TWG World championship. McGuinness: Oh *bleep* yeah! I can't *bleep*ing believe this! I'm so *bleep*ing excited! *bleep* *bleep* *bleep*! Regal: Yes well, do keep in mind that you have a bit of a ways to go. First, you have to beat Christian tonight. Benjamin: Yo, I faced that wigga. Him and his peeps. That dawg's like "Oh look at me, I'm Captain Charisma and I got raped by Kurt Angle". That sucka ain't worth no one's time. I beat him so many times 'cause there AIN'T NO STOPPIN' ME NOOOWWW!!! Regal: Somtimes I wonder why I'm still in this business. But yes, Shelton has defeated Christian before. I would advise that you listen closely to his advice... McGuinness: Sorry Willy, but I don't need anyone's advice. I beat Undertaker's ass last week and we all know that Christian ain't no 'Taker. I'll just hit him with the Lariat and boom! Nigel's going to the main event. Just then Jimmy and Nana come back. Nana has a new slave on a leash and Jimmy has blood all over his face. Regal: What on earth happened to you two? Rave: Well, I got to break someone's leg and then I got a little carried away with some more guys. I never knew heroin addicts bled that much. Well, Nigel seems confident. But will England's Finest be able to win the gold? Only time will tell. | |
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zhaoyun770 Resident Neo
 total posts: 2991 since: Aug 2005 |
Mar 26, 08 at 12:22pm |
 Name: Randy Orton W/L/D: 0/0/0 Disposition: Heel Gimmick: The Highlight.. *The arena suddenly goes pitch black as the lights cut out suddenly. The crowd mutter to a stunned silence as the Titantron flickers to life slowly.. A blue background fills the arena with eery blue light as a countdown appears on the screen.. The numbers, starting at 5, wind down to 1 as the audience realise who it is.. The famous countdown of Chris Jericho reaches 0 and a large amount fireworks explode systematically... The arena goes silent once again and fills with anticipation... That anticipation however, soon turns to anger when instead of Chris Jericho's music, they are greeted by an all too familiar tune and face.. Randy Orton walks out cockily and the crowd boo as loud as they can... He walks out and smiles, soaking up the heat he's so used to wherever he goes.. He hits the traditional Orton pose as the golden shower of fireworks drops behind him.. After a short walk into the ring and a quick slide under the ropes, Orton climbs the turnbuckle and hits the pose again.. He then calls for a microphone which Tony Chimel gets for him (eventually.) Orton just smiles as the crowd's booing continues for what seems to be hours, before eventually, the volume dies down... Orton then takes his chance to speak at last..*
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Hypnosis GET OVER HERE!!!
Still Seekin'  total posts: 3303 since: Oct 2007 |
Mar 26, 08 at 5:12pm |
 Superstar: CM Punk Alignment: Heel Record: 0/0/0 Other: "The straightedge superstar is back!" We cut backstage to a dark room, where a figure begins to speak.
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Ev the Man mad messenger
total posts: 287 since: Sep 2007 |
Mar 27, 08 at 12:00am |
 Wrestler: Chris Jericho Disposition: Face W/L/D: 0/0/0 "TWG is...Jericho!" -------------------- ------------------- ------------------ Chapter One:The Arrival The commmercials end and Outbreak comes back on. The commentator team is busy hyping the nights card when the lights dim and the arena goes silent. Number codes and letters start flashing quickly across the titantron, confusing every soul in the building. Then, they stop.  BREAK THE WALLS DOWN! One of the most well known figures in the WWE, heck even in sports entertainment steps out onto the stage getting a enourmous ovation. He looks around at the crowd with a huge grin set across his face. Equipped with a microphone Y2J walks down to the ring, taking a while as he is busy playing to the fans and giving them all high-fives, yes even the guy wearing the Triple H t-shirt. When Jericho finally enters the ring he has to wait another two minutes as the fans are going crazy. Chris paces back and forth for a little bit and then starts to speak. "Hello everybody and welcome to T..W..G Outbreak live from the Smackdown Hotel! How is everybody doing tonight? You all enjoying the show? Thats great. Now I bet you're all wondering why I came to the TWG. Why I quit the WWE when I was at the peak of my game, when I was with the ex number one promotion in the world. Why, why, why? I'll tell you why. Because TWG is Jericho! And TWG is nothing without Jericho and thats why I came here. Not to win championships, although the TWG Heavyweight Championship would look quite good around my waist wouldn't it? *Laughs* Anyways, I didn't come here to win championships, or to beat legends. I came to the TWG to become a legend and take this promotion with me all the way to THE TOP! And thats what I'm gonna do. Starting tonight, when I face off against the Undertaker and Petey Williams, TWG is Jericho " Jericho's entrance music hits and Y2J drops his mic, and rolls out of the ring. He walks casually up the ramp, but stops at the top. Turning around he looks back at the fans and holds his arms triumphantly up in the air. TWG has it's saviour, and his name is Chris Jericho. This message was edited by Ev the Man on Mar 27 2008. | |
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SecretLegend Sig Credit : Lyonnais
Resident Neo  total posts: 3058 since: Jan 2008 |
Mar 27, 08 at 12:55am |
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Montel Vontavious Porter
 We get back from a commercial break to see the commentators faces telling us MVP would like to talk to us again. "Hey, my loyal TWG fans, I would just like to say that I'm upset 'bout the Battle Royal, being Eliminated no.3 'aint easy, it's a real bummer for me, MVP. But, things go on, and I thrive to learn the ways of TWG, I'm here to improve my in-ring abilities. I was dying out in the WWE, forced into fueds that were stale. Here, I'm more relaxed, more comfortable, a loss doesn't mean the end of the world, I just hope to learn from my mistakes. Anyway, with my mind clear again, I hope to get my first win in TWG. I know it won't be easy, I know I've got to push myself harder than ever, dig up that little extra. But I'm still here, still fighting. I expressed my interest in Team Extreme, but I haven't heard from them yet. I'm open for ideas, open for fueds. That's all for now folks, thank you for your time." | |
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Iconic I'm a Lunatic Without a Cause
Permanently Plugged In  since: Jul 2002 |
Mar 28, 08 at 2:15am |
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Our Father, who art in heaven
hallowed be thy Name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen. | |
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Routron omgkawaii! ^_^
Resident Neo  total posts: 2566 since: Feb 2008 |
Mar 28, 08 at 4:33am |
 SuperEric The lights are dim... Let's Crash The Party~! It's Eric Young! Again, mixed reactions from the TWG fans for Eric Young. For your information, Eric Young is going to be in the tag team title match on this Friday with his partner, Jeff Hardy! Eric Young looks like about to say something to the TWG fans. Eric Young: TWG Fans, I'm going to be teaming up with Jeff Hardy, to get the title of TWG tag team title. And I'm pretty sure that I could pull this thing off, 'cause I'm Super Eric *Supermanstance* [crowd boos] Eric Young: You can give me a lot of boos, but I'm pretty sure that you're going to cheer for me when I won the title. I am going to win it by myself, I don't need a partner, the only reason that Jeff Hardy is there is because he wants to be with me sooo bad. So yeah, don't forget to cheer me when you found out that I win the match. Well, anyway, I heard The Rock is in the losers will be fired match. It's actually good for him, he really needs to take a rest. He ain't no Super Eric, he's just a usual man. He's just a Scorpion King wannabe, you know. So Rock, see you in future. It's been a pleasant thing to have things going on with you, Rock. So Hardy, be ready, we're going to kick the Siamese Twins' asses. | |
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J Bro Tiger Off
Still Seekin'  total posts: 3600 since: Sep 2006 |
Mar 28, 08 at 7:06am |
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Petey "Holy Shit" Williams Name: "Maple Leaf Muscle" Petey Williams W/L/D: 0/0/0 Disposition: Face Finisher: The Canadian Destroyer --------------------------------------------------------------------
"Because perfection only stands in front of you maybe once a lifetime, and if you let this opportunity pass, you will probably regret it for the rest of your life."
"Yeah yeah! Whatever, just go!" Slowly, step by step, Luke walks closer and closer to perfection knowing that at any moment, Petey can realize Luke is approaching him and can get upset at the interruption. After carefully picking his steps, Luke finally stops at the feet of Petey Williams as he still continues to bench his unknown amount of weights. Luke has trouble figuring out how to do this, as he keeps noticing how perfectly Petey is benching the weights. Perfect posture, perfect speed, perfect motion. Up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down. His biceps flexing over and over as they seem to grow for each rep. They are like two different creatures in itself, getting stronger and stronger each second. Its....its beautiful.
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Shmoe Dear diary. Jackpot.
forum fever total posts: 399 since: Feb 2007 |
Mar 28, 08 at 8:31am |
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Wrestler: Chris Sabin Disposition: Face W/L/D: 2/1/1 Finisher: Cradle Shock Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to The Sabin Game. ------------------------ Chapter Nine|Screwed TWG cameras spin around the arena, panning over absolutely mental fans who are jumping up and down, chanting the name of their favourite wrestler and generally having a good time as the TWG theme song, 'Homies Over Hoes', is playing over the P/A. Out of nowhere, the whole arena goes completely dark, only for a few seconds. The fans know it can only be one person and explode when 'Shooting Star' by Black Stone Cherry hits! The strobes hit the entrance way as the main riff kicks in and none other than Chris "The Future" Sabin explodes out from behind the curtain! He pumps up the crowd, getting them all in the mood for a certain Mayhem show this very evening. Instead of taking his sweet time, showing the fans some love on his way down the ramp, today he's a man with a purpose and sprints straight to the ring, climbing up onto only one turnbuckle and staring around intensely, which still gets the crowd on their feet. Sabin seizes a microphone and starts pacing aggressively around the canvas. "So I'm guessing that a lot of people are as confused about my situation as I am, right? Because right now, I am going out of my God damn mind trying to figure out just what went on at Outbreak this week that caused me to end up losing my half of the International Championship." Those in attendance don't like the fact that Sabin lost his International Championship, especially seeing as it was under 'questionable circumstances', shall we say. Sabin still paces, seething, as if all the rage couped inside him is going to explode at any second. Amazingly for a man in his situation, he seems to be controlling it. "Unbeknownst to himself, Cody Rhodes had already incriminated himself by letting Mark Jindrak, the new, Sole Owner of the International title, may I add!" Fans turn rabid on that statement. It's clear that they wanted a fair and square match for the International belt, and that they wanted Sabin to be the eventual winner. That's probably exactly what Sabin wanted as well. "By letting Mark Jindrak and Matt Striker in, Cody Rhodes had already lost his position as CEO. The second those two strolled in with their infectious arrogance and greed, Rhodes was finished as CEO, leaving Paul Heyman to take charge. As soon as that happened, I...got...SCREWED!" Huge jeers and 'Heyman sucks' chants, among more colorful chants for Jindrak and Striker, meet that statement. Sabin shakes his head, disappointed in the actions of others when he knows that the match should have been decided fair and square. "First, another man who's past it and scared of my ability, Triple H, decided to attack me from behind before our match had even begun. He knew that one on one he could have been beaten, and in order to preserve his reputation, he beat the holy hell out of me before the bell! He smashed the back of my head with a steel chair, giving me a small concussion. He slammed me full force into the ring post, and it messed up my shoulder. I still beat him by disqualification, but that's no victory. And it certainly wasn't a victory for me, the TWG, or good over evil when Paul Heyman took the reigns of this company. The only people that it was a triumph for are Heyman, Jindrak and the Embassy." A more predictable outcome then pure jeers? Not really. But it's what the fans think. More chanting follows as grabs the part of his head where his hair begins and pushes it back over his head, his frustration obvious to anyone who is witnessing him tonight. "As for the Embassy, that troupe of dicks, I couldn't give two shits about them, just like everyone backstage I've talked to, just like every fan in this arena tonight!" The fans react positively, cheering, a Sabin chant starting that spreads from one side of the arena to the other, everybody standing on their feet. The camera's zoom in on a few signs which read something like "The Embassy Blows, AH?!". Sabin, for the first time in his promo, has a small grin spreading on his face, in appreciation to the fans more than likely. Waiting for the chant to die down, he lifts the mic again. "Aside from that, my real problems lie with Mark Jindrak and Paul Heyman. Jindrak, you proved that you are far from Perfection. A person who lies, cons and cheats his way in to beating somebody for a title they covet with such greed and lust, that's not perfect. You proved to everybody that nearly every fan in this arena tonight, or every fan in the United States, is a better person than you, a person with morales and respect. Now Jindrak, I know that you didn't think you could beat me fair and square, one on one, and that's why you tried to buy your way to the International title, and now you've succeeded. Good for you, but you proved nothing to anyone. The only thing you've achieved, Jindrak, is devaluing the championship which you so desperately wanted. Congratulations. But sooner or later, Jindrak, we're going to come face to face, one on one in the ring, and that will be where I get some well earned payback." Now that is something the fans are wanting to see, judging by the explosion of cheers. It seems they are as desperate as Sabin for him to exact some revenge on Jindrak. Who can blame them? "As for our new CEO, Paul Heyman. Well, I don't think he knows quite what he's done already. He ran his first company into the ground and now he'll probably do the same with this one. Cheques are going to start bouncing, and TWG is going to turn into shit. Luckily, this time Heyman actually has the money to stay afloat, but what he doesn't have is respect. And a leader who has no respect is not a leader at all, and is just another one of us. That's fine by me. Heyman is the reason I stand here today with not even half a championship to my name, because for whatever reason he couldn't be satisfied with just watching Triple H assault me from behind and decimate me. No, Heyman, once named CEO obviously had a power rush to his head, and not only book me to defend half my championship against the man who had the other half, but booked Shelton Benjamin, a man who has nothing to do with the situation, in the bout too! I'd like to find out when that became a rule in the professional wrestling rulebook. I know life isn't fair, and I know that it doesn't work out, but this isn't one of these times. This is pure corruption. It's a stupid situation with an idiot at the helm. Well, Heyman, here is my message for you; from now on, you better watch your back, because sooner or later, I'm coming for you and I'm going to take you out. I don't care how many security guards I have to go through, how many doors I have to break down, hell, I don't even care if you stand the whole damned TWG roster in front of your office, because I'll find you and when I do, you're done." Again, the fans explode, just imagining Paul Heyman finally getting what he deserves after all these years, and they wouldn't be at all surprised if Chris Sabin was the man to do it. He's intense tonight, and at Mayhem this evening, Heyman better be looking over his shoulder. "Luckily, there are also people in the office who have the right idea. Tonight, I get the chance to start on the path to what I've made clear as my intention since my first day in TWG, and that's to win the World Heavyweight Championship as I'm going to star in the Tournament Of Champions. I take on 'The Heartbreak Kid', Shawn Michaels!" Fans pop for 'The Heartbreak Kid'. Basically, the guy is good, the guy is charismatic and the guy is talented. What is there for the fans to not cheer about? "Now, when I was training, Shawn Michaels was one of the guys I wanted to emulate when I finally made it as a pro wrestler. He can fly, he can brawl, he can take it to the mat and he can connect with the crowd like nearly no other man in the history of the sport, and he was a man I definately wanted to be like. I wanted to be dropping the elbow, I wanted to be landing Sweet Chin Music on an unfortunate enemy. Of course, now - now, I'm making my own legacy, I'm making Chris Sabin's legacy right here in The Wrestling Game. HBK, I have the utmost respect for you and this match, for me, is like a dream come true, being able to face one of my idols. Make no mistake, though. My respect and admiration of Shawn Michaels does not mean I will hesitate, it does not mean I won't give my heart and soul, it does not mean I won't hit the Cradle Shock and put anyone down for a three count because nobody, and I mean nobody, is going to stand in my way of becoming a World Heavyweight Champion. So Heyman, Jindrak, watch me because no matter what you try and do, there is nothing you can do to prevent me undoing what you've done, and bringing pride back to myself, and bringing pride back to T...W...G! And for all the people in the tournament, I have to ask you...are you ready to play The Sabin Game?!" The fans roar their approval as Sabin drops his microphone on the mat. He rolls under the bottom rope and circles the ringside area, giving some fans high fives before he makes the long walk back up the ramp, but all the time walking backwards, making his gun signals and still, even on his exit, getting the fans to rise to their feet. Friday evening, Chris Sabin steps into the ring against one of the all time greats, to prove that he is could be one of the all time greats. Sabin has proven he will stop at nothing, and not Heyman, not Jindrak, not Striker, not the Embassy, or any man, will ever keep him down for long. At Mayhem, he intends to show them what he means. | |
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Lighting Boo!
ultra seeker  total posts: 1530 since: Jan 2007 |
Mar 28, 08 at 9:34am |
 Chapter One – Doom, Suffering, and Despair Stuck in the deep, dark, twisted corner of his mind, there he sat alone yet comfortable with the atrocious actions of which he committed. Despite the thick black hair that covered the eyes, the sorry feeling of remorse never presenting itself was clear. His heavy breathing robbed the room of all silence and natural presence. He sat with his feet planted to the wooden floor and his elbows rest on top. His fist rolled up and held tightly under his nose. The face of this human being couldn't be witnessed but nothing could conceal the blood that foamed from his mouth and down his chin only to drip to the floor, contributing along with his breathing to the discomforting sound echoing throughout the dim room.
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