| Welcome to JTF Squaretable. We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| House Of Throwdowns [11.25.10]; Final stop before Heaven & Hell | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 22 2011, 10:50 PM (369 Views) | |
| KliqerT | Mar 22 2011, 10:50 PM Post #1 |
![]()
Doughy
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
* Tara Marshall here again for another edition of Throwdowns, the final show before Heaven & Hell to be exact. With this being an all-Empress Cup edition and Mistress Scottie still in the mix, I'll again be your guide for this wild and strange trip. As usual, some thoughts on what we saw on the last RBR first: * Gamma Ray or Kyle Lee? Either way we both win and lose at the same time. Nobody likes the Guard or anything they're about, but running a close second is this merger business. What are the stipulations for a double knockout? * Okay, the elephant in the room: Tom lost the World Series. He's from Chicago, so writing that statement is especially powerful. But he was also put into a position he didn't want to be in, nor should he have been in. * Ryu broke the Slurpee machine? Better start running now, Osawa. I once saw Osbourne take on a biker gang singlehandedly because one of them said beer was better than Slurpees. The man loves his brain freeze. * Juan gets a world title shot for beating up Gamma Ray? What would he have gotten if he'd actually broken his leg, the key to the women's locker room? =============================================================== * Well, this is weird. It's supposed to be Gaia "Bullhead" Brasher taking on Kiora Donavon, but Kiora decided to no-show. And to make things even more bizarre, Felicity Malone, the next in line going by the standings, also no-showed. I get that Bastard Underground is their new pride and joy and all, but this is insane. * Okay, now it's just ridiculous. Georgia Church, the next-next runner up, is apparently injured. Now what? Voice: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Wait a minute! [All eyes turn to the entrance ramp, where an angry Lolita Love stands, microphone in hand. The young woman is clad in a black, tank top and matching hot pants, completing the look with fishnet stockings and black, wrestling boots.] LOLITA: So, you think you're going to just coast through this event? I don't think so! You tried to ruin my wrestling career and turn me and my sister against one another. And you're not going to get away with it! So, how about you show us what you got, old hag? How about you put your money where your mouth is and face me? Let's see if you've got the guts to fight me one on one, instead of talking trash behind my back! GAIA: Ruin your wrestling career? Try to turn you and your sister against each other? Lolita, I've only ever tried to _help_ you. [Brasher shakes her head in disappointment.] GAIA: But I see there's no point in trying to talk sense into you now. But since Kiora Donavon thought it wiser to tuck her tail and run rather than face me - which she was probably right about - I've got nothing better to do before the semi-finals. So if you want to slap this old hag in the face for looking out for your best interest, then you be my guest. But don't come crying to me looking for help when I knock you on your ass. So if you want a crack at me, then let's do it; because I don't have all night to wait for another cowardly sneak attack. LOLITA: [sneers] Good! I was hoping you'd say that! [Lolita throws down the microphone and races down the aisle.] * Wow, this sure came out of nowhere tonight. Officially, Lolita versus Gaia wasn't a part of the Empress Cup tournament so that means Gaia moves on to Heaven and Hell regardless. I'm a little taken aback to see sweet, innocent Lolita acting like this. * Gaia easily started out the match in control, throwing Lolita around and brawling with her. Gaia kept chucking Lolita right out of the ring, but each time she kept coming back more determined. An uncharacteristic kick to the knee and a chopblock later, and Lolita had the control of the match herself. * Never mind, Gaia got her knees up during Love's moonsault. * Once more to the outside, but 'Lita had a trick up her sleeve: salt right to Gaia's eyes when the ref's back was turned. A Love Tap later, and Lolita put Gaia down. * WINNER: In 8:12, Lolita Love. * Well, Gaia is getting a ticket to Arlington but not the kind of momentum she wanted first. =============================================================== [Cut to the back, where Brianna Landis is pacing in the back hallway. Suddenly her opponent for the evening, "Fearless" Fiona Cassidy, comes walking through. Not sure if she should say anything or not, Fiona opts not to and continues to walk past.] BL: Hold up a second, Fiona. [Cassidy stops, and turns to face Landis.] FC: Hi... Brianna. BL: So we're facing each other tonight. You think you're ready? [Deep breath.] FC: Hope so. I know I'm a big underdog, but hey... [shrugs] Anybody can beat anybody on any given night, right? [Brianna smirks at the young rookie.] BL: Rrright. Look, I won't sugarcoat it, Cassidy. I want this tournament, badly. Winning the Empress Cup would go a long way to getting a shot at Davis or Blake, and unfortunately for you the first step in that road is over your cold, dead body. FC: Well, tell me how you really feel. BL: I'm trying to make amends for my past actions, but I won't apologize for being blunt. Admit it, you want to win this thing almost as badly too, don't you? It'd be the perfect thing to legitimize that tag title you and Weller picked up, right? [Now Fiona's looking a little angry.] FC: Hey, we won those because we're good. And yeah, I'd love to win this tournament, anybody who's still in it would. As far as who's going to win tonight, no amount of talking is going to make a difference either way. See you out there, Brianna. [Cassidy storms off, visibly angered by the exchange. Brianna watches her leave, and lets out a little smile.] BL: Good, now she's got the motivation to take on the world. This should be fun. [Fade.] =============================================================== * The next contest up was Fiona Cassidy, onetime member of We 4 Girls down in San Antonio and current Psycho Driver tag team champion, against Brianna Landis. Yes, THAT Brianna Landis. Funny story, I had a hand in discovering the four members of the ACW group, and without a hint of ego I helped train them once they got to ACW. Another funny story: Brianna cost me years off my career after I did my best to train her initially too. * So yeah, I have a vested interest in this one. * Both started off a little tentative after a surprising handshake, because they both have agility and aerial tactics on their side. A little sparring before Fiona got tripped up and took a corkscrew press into a near fall. Just as things started to get going Nikki the Cat decided to show up and get in Brianna's face. It worked too, because right after she showed up Fiona was able to hit a hell of a superkick to take control. * Nikki didn't wind up getting very involved, thanks to her own brother Orin taking exception to her presence. The Lynx literally picked up his little sister and carried her kicking and screaming out of the building as Fiona continued to battle Brianna, who came roaring back with a flying shoulderblock. The end came though when she went for the Fantasy Bomb, but her slingshot was off the mark and Fiona landed on the turnbuckle ropes, spun around and laid my sister-in-law out with a tornado facebuster for the three count! * WINNER: In 6:20, Fiona Cassidy. * Orin came running back down the aisle to hug Fiona, who looked absolutely floored that she won. A celebration ensued, and to Brianna's credit she didn't pout or attack like I figured. A handshake post-match too? Maybe that new leaf of hers is for real. * Still doesn't give me that year back though. Sorry, am I bitter? =============================================================== [The screen cuts to somewhere backstage. Moe Owens is going over some production notes attached to a clip board, while holding a wireless microphone. He looks up at the camera and speaks to the camera person.] MO: Did you see where the set is? [Pause] Yeah? What'd you think? [Someone is heard mumbling to Moe, but there is suddenly a loud commotion going on somewhere off camera.] LC: Take yer damn hands off me. [Ever the curious one, Moe heads for the action, bringing the camera person with him. We see one of the entrances from the parking garage. Standing in a doorway is MBC's newest recruit, "The Jersey Drifter" Liam Cassidy, and he is being harassed by three Guardsmen.] Guardsman #1: You don't have clearance to be here. Guardsman #2: You're no longer employed here hobo, get it through your head. UWF fired your ass thanks to us. [Cassidy drops his weathered and worn travel duffel bag and raises a fist.] LC: And I keep telling you fellers, I *DO* work here. Kyle Lee signed me to MBC. Guardsman #3: MBC? Ha. You'd be better off unemployed. [Moe steps into the situation.] MO: Hey guys, it's true. Lee signed him, he's all right. Guardsman #1: Yeah, it figures Lee would worm a way to get you back. All right Cassidy, you can enter the building but watch yourself... Because we'll be watching you. And you don't want us reporting anything to Gamma Ray. [The biggest of the Guardsmen gives Liam a vicious shove back against the door. They leave, but as they go, the last Gaurdsman swipes a bottle of rye from Cassidy's hand.] Gaurdsman: I'll be taking that. [Laughter can be heard as Gamma Ray's hired guns exit the scene. Cassidy stares a hole in them as he gathers his bag and puts his tattered fedora back on his mangey head.] MO: Geez Liam, I'm really sorry about that. LC: Yeah, well that makes two of us. That was my last roadie bottle. [Liam lets out a big sigh as he slings his bag over his shoulder.] LC: Now which way's the locker room? MO: Well... It's down that way... But Liam... You're not scheduled tonight. LC: Come again? MO: Well... tonight's the Empress Cup matches. Ladies only. You're not scheduled to be here, and there's no one for you to wrestle tonight. LC: Fight tonight Moe. I don't wrestle. MO: Well... that's true. But anyway, there's no need to be here. LC: Well doesn't that just [BLEEP] the bed, now don't it? [Cassidy is clearly dejected.] MO: Well... since you're here, how about an exclusive interview? The MBC and UWF world haven't seen much of you as of late... You're not on the Heaven & Hell pay per view, but how about your thoughts on the big Gamma Ray verses Kyle Lee match up? LC: Them Guard [MEEP]'ers cost me my job. Now I caught a break when Lee hooked me up with the MBC gig, but the point is they tried to put me out on the street. I admit that ain't much of a stretch for a guy like me, but I had a sweet gig going and they took it away from me. MO: You are of course referring to the fact that Jim Tunney had you fired after laying him out with that golden fist of yours. LC: And it's not like he didn't deserve it. MO: So I guess you're firmly siding with Kyle Lee? LC: You betcha... And if Mr. Lee needs a hand.... Or a fist, when dealing with that masked [MEEP]er and his goombas, I'll be there for 'em. MO: And if Lee loses the match, the MBC merger with UWF will come to an end. Any thoughts on that? [Liam rubs his chin for a moment, pondering the gravity of that situation.] LC: Well... The way I see it, I came here to the MBC and UWF under the merge. To me, it's all the same. It's all I know. I like it the way things are. I like having a pal in charge, and I for one don't want to see it come to an end. MO: That's not necessarily a popular decission between the two locker rooms. LC: Eh, some people just need to get over it. MO: Time will tell on that front. LC: Well looks I got a whole night to kill now... What say us three head down to Chicas Locas and make a night out of it? MO: Well... I... Not sure we can do that... LC: C'mon Moe, my treat. MO: ....errr.... Well... [Liam smirks and puts an arm around Moe. The scene fades as the camera zooms in on Moe's curious grin.] =============================================================== * That wacky Liam. =============================================================== [The camera fades in to see... shadows. Lot of shadows in a large room. It's hard to tell what's going on, and... ... from the left, the door swings open inwardly, allowing light to shine in from the outside. A figure steps in, a sigh is heard, and with a 'click', the lights come on. It's the gym that Miyuki and her posse train in, and but there's no streamers or confetti this time around. Scottie Saratoga, in workout clothes and carrying a duffel bag, stomps in, looks around, and calls out.] SS: MIYUKI! [With no answer, Scottie sighs again and starts heading for the wrestling ring. Scottie's more mumbling to herself than speaking to the camera.] SS: What in the hell is that girl doing telling me to get here at this hour? I swear, if she and her girls are planning a party, I'm going to break something. NO parties. NO streamers. NO more stupid, irresponsible games. I've got a tournament to win, damni... "Scottie." [No honorific. Not "Scottie-chan", not "Scottie-tan" and not even said with enough enthusiasm to justify an exclamation point. Scottie turns to the source of the voice with an annoyed look, but the sight that greets her causes her to give pause momentarily. There, we see Miyuki Ozaki, standing against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest. She's dressed in her workout gear as well, with a track jacket over her clothing. It's not so much the disheveled hair, the split lip or that red welt forming beneath her eye, as it is the serious look on Miyuki's face that startles her. In the short time that she's gotten to know Miyuki, there was always one guarantee: the Japanese girl will always be smiling. At the moment...she's not.] SS: Where's everyone else? [Miyuki dusts off her track jacket. Her tone is cold and distant.] Miyuki: ...recovering. [She walks over to Scottie, and hands a file over to her. She reaches into her jacket pocket and then places a disc on top of the bundle.] Miyuki: Here. SS: What's this? Miyuki: Medical history. Matches. Everything about me you need to know. [Scottie stares at the items in her hands with a confused look.] Miyuki: Be as prepared for our match as possible. [With that, Miyuki turns to walk away. However, Scottie is still puzzled by this turn of events.] SS: Wait! Why would you give me this? Miyuki: So there will be no excuses. SS: Don't be so cocky, Miyuki! This might help me against you, but you hardly know anything about m- [Miyuki holds up her hand, cutting off Scottie. Her next words are said simply and matter of fact, but to Scottie...they're absolutely chilling.] Miyuki: We've been watching you for months now, Scottie. [Finally, Miyuki allows herself a smile.] Miyuki: I know enough. [Scottie stares at Miyuki with a look that is half confusion, half frustration... then steps forward and jabs a finger right in Miyuki's chest.] SS: What the HELL is wrong with you?! [Before Miyuki can respond, Scottie goes off on a rant and speaks rapidly.] SS: All these weeks, you've been acting like an eight year old on a sugar high! The anime, the synthesizer music, your gang of giggling nimrods... every time I tried to get us to focus on our opponents, you decide to get into a debate over 'Trigun versus Cowboy Bebop', or whatever the hell you were talking about! And despite all of that, we're doing well, winning matches. Though I have no idea how, when someone decides to throw a karaoke party at 2AM in my apartment without me KNOWING about it! Do you know what type of nightmares you get when you wake up in the middle of the night to someone doing a very bad job of 'Loving You' by Minnie Riperton? [Miyuki doesn't get a chance to answer, as Scottie continues yelling.] SS: And now we both get into the Empress Cup, and we have to face each other. Fine- that's the business. May the better woman win. And NOW you decide to get super-serious and stop the jokes and [in a low voice, trying to duplicate Miyuki's tone] "We've been watching you for months now". Well, FINE. [Scottie shoves the records and disk back into Miyuki's chest.] SS: Take them back- I won't need them. I don't know what type of mindgame you're trying to play, Miyuki. But it's NOT going to work. In that ring, in the Empress Cup, the better wrestler is going to win, Miyuki. And you're good enough that you might pull it off. But I'll be DAMNED before I let you get into my head. [Scottie starts to storm off] SS: See you in the ring. Miyuki: Wait. [Scottie stops and makes a tired sigh before reluctantly turning around.] Miyuki: Do you respect me, Scottie? [Ah...the million dollar question.] Miyuki: Do any of you? [Scottie hesitates for a second, which gives Miyuki all she needs to know.] Miyuki: I come to America and win Angels and Amazons and you think it is a mistake. I beat former world champion, Nina...still not enough! Win awards...not enough! I have not lost a singles match in the western hemisphere since 2004...but still no one here takes me seriously! [Miyuki throws down the file and disk onto the floor in frustration.] Miyuki: If it's because I'm not serious enough...then I will come at you all in the Empress Cup as seriously as possible! [There's a look of shock on Scottie's face at Miyuki's outburst...but also a look of sympathy. They're really not all that different from each other.] Miyuki: You are a friend, Scottie...but you are also a rival. I apologize for angering you, but please respect me enough to come at me with all you got. [Miyuki bows and extends her hand to Scottie.] Miyuki: May the best woman win. [Scottie nods in agreement and reaches out to shake her hand.] SS: May the best woman win. [After a pause, Scottie walks away, and a moment later, the door closes behind her. Miyuki watches, then spins around and walks towards the other side. The camera fades to black.] =============================================================== * Well that was surprising. Who knew Miyuki was that deep? * Miyuki debuted some new theme music here, a bit of metal Gaga no less ("Dance In The Dark(bliix remix). No backup either, I guess she was serious about a real one on one match. Some great chain wrestling to begin, and quickly it turns into a see saw battle of kicks and hard attacks. Miyuki went with her rapid paced offense and let Scottie play catch-up until a headscissor takedown backfired and Ozaki got bounced headfirst into the mat by the technician Saratoga. * Scottie making the most of her size advantage over Miyuki, some suplexes and tosses all lead into a stun gun and a near pin attempt. Quick kneedrops to the side left Miyuki stunned, and more near pinfalls. Scottie got a little cocky when she tried for her Scottie-Plex, leading to Miyuki nailing her with a spinning backfist. * They took a tumble to the outside halfway through the match with a bigtime tackle by Ozaki, and spent nearly the entire ten count scrambling back in. When they did Miyuki abused her sometimes-tag team partner with some quick maneuvers that left Scottie in a daze. But then she attempted the Wizard of Ozaki and Saratoga brilliantly countered the shining axe kick into a backbreaker so devastating that left Miyuki gasping for air, and an inside cradle later Scottie moved on in the tournament. * WINNER: In 16:33, Scottie Saratoga. * Miyuki and Scottie shook hands after the match, to the applause of the crowd for both ladies. * I don't want to call it domination, because that would be disrespectful to Miyuki and the other opponents she's faced, but Scottie Saratoga is on FIRE right now. She's come a long way from being an exiled participant from the Protege. * Miyuki's on the cusp of something big herself though. Shame she's out of the tournament, but it won't be long before she finds something gold to wrap around her waist. Even if I fear she'd just go out and have it bronzed. * And now the final match of the evening, Amazing Grace against Tamara "Tommy" Jackson. Hmm, I really like the name Tamara. * Another handshake to kick things off, what is it with these tonight? Soon as that bell rang it was all business though, as Grace snapped off a series of hiptosses to get Tommy off on the wrong foot. She tried to keep it a pure wrestling match but Tommy was looking more for an old- fashioned fight. She repeatedly hit Grace in the head, levelling her with a swinging neckbreaker for a close pinfall. The ropes saved Grace though, and after getting back up a sweep of the legs took Tommy down and left her open to some leg work. * Buckatunna's favorite daughter came back with a left hook to the jaw on Grace, but she was foiled when she went for the Tommy-Kaze only for Grace to counter through it and plant her opponent with a german suplex for the three count. * WINNER: In 13:12, Amazing Grace. * And Grace makes four. Another great match between some fine wrestlers, but Grace's experience wins out over Tommy's youthful exuberance. * So there we go, we now have a much clearer picture of the Empress Cup and know what the match-ups are going into Heaven & Hell. By my calculations, night one of the PPV will feature Grace versus Scottie, and Fiona against Gaia Brasher. That's some great wrestling there, no doubt about it. * That's going to do it for tonight. Next stop: Arlington. Can't wait, see you all there! |
![]() |
|
| Overly_Critical_Jue | Mar 23 2011, 01:52 AM Post #2 |
![]()
Amigo, I ain't anybody but Juan Vasquez!
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Miyuki and Scottie are the same height and weight!
|
![]() |
|
| JeremyS | Mar 23 2011, 06:48 AM Post #3 |
![]()
MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Miyuki was wearing platform heels, and had a little bit too much ice cream the week before. |
![]() |
|
| MBCKyle | Mar 23 2011, 08:08 AM Post #4 |
|
The Soda Dog Refreshment Squad
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
I thought it was all in the boobs.... |
|
Everything I learned about soccer, I learned from Dro. You are to refer to Katie as "The Duchess of Der Basterdmusen" as of June 2014. She'll get angry if you don't. You've been warned. | |
![]() |
|
| RedRajah | Mar 23 2011, 08:11 AM Post #5 |
|
Shocked Woona is Shocked
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Miyuki is the Japanese female version of Doc Holliday...this now all makes sense.
|
| And here's where I pretend to be a writer... | |
![]() |
|
| Overly_Critical_Jue | Mar 23 2011, 10:27 AM Post #6 |
![]()
Amigo, I ain't anybody but Juan Vasquez!
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Her accent isn't nearly as bad. |
![]() |
|
| JeremyS | Mar 23 2011, 07:35 PM Post #7 |
![]()
MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Noone's accent is nearly as bad. Not even the Sultan! |
![]() |
|
| Yo Its X | Mar 25 2011, 09:46 AM Post #8 |
|
Macktastic
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Much like every cub fan since 1908. Well better Landis than Epstein or his broken off foot.
|
![]() |
|
| « Previous Topic · UWF · Next Topic » |






![]](http://z5.ifrm.com/static/1/pip_r.png)






3:30 AM Jul 11