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| LBSJ | May 30 2011, 07:30 PM Post #16 |
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LH: "Suess with a running knee lift to Drayven, and he just left the Dark One facedown in the dirt! Suess had the element of surprise, Drayven never even got the chance to fight back! What cunning by Suess!" EMAII: "A simple lucky break! A cowardly and meaningless assault from which Drayven shall return with only a renewed lust for victory, and vengeance!" LH: "Suess drops the skull on Drayven and leaves him down in the dirt, which is quickly turning to mud under the force of this rain! Now Suess takes down on the path Drayven had been on, and you had better believe Suess just got a huge advantage in this match!" EMAII: "He has NOTHING! Mark my words, Holland, Drayven is FAR from through in this encounter!" LH: "I think you're right . . . Drayven just raised his hand! He's clawing his way back up, and look at his face! He's wiping off that mud, and he is positively seething!! That skull cut his cheek open as well! Drayven slow to rise here, and his breathing a bit ragged maybe, but that face is like the thundercoulds overhead. The lightning is getting closer, and this storm has hit the forest in full force! Drayven, back on his feet, stalking off after Suess with revenge on his mind!" EMAII: "He is thinking nothing of the sort, Drayven will concentrate on winning the match, and then punishing Suess for his insolence after defeating him on a grand scale! SUCH IS THE WAY OF EVIL!" LH: "The camera back on Suess, who's rushing through the woods with all possible haste. I think he somehow knew that Drayven knew which way to go, and now he's following that path as well. Suess tearing through those trees and underbrush, and, oh, wait, he's fallen. Suess fell, perhaps tripped on a tree root, and he's trying to rise, but . . . something has him! WAIT! That's not a root! IT'S A HAND! Something has seized Suess, and is trying to drag him down! Whatever it is, it's concealed under the leaves, and it's got a laugh as hideous as anything I've ever heard!" EMAII: "I know that laugh . . . could it be . . ." LH: "Suess with a panicked look on his face, trying to scrape at the ground, but finds only mud to grab on to! It's got both his feet now, and it's bursting up from the ground! Oh my God, it's . . . " EMAII: "I KNEW IT! MWA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!" LH: "THE SALAMINIZER! THE SALAMINIZER HAS SUESS! He's pulling Suess back, and now drops an elbow on Suess's spine! Suess writhing, and Big Sal digging himself up from the ground! I think Sal actually half-buried himself and then hid under the leaves to create this ambush! How diabolical! And now he's wailing on Suess like he owes him money!" EMAII: "He does owe you, Salaminizer! Beat all your frustration at seeing Suess as the top draw in the company over and over again out on his body here and now!" LH: "Suess spins around and throws mud into the Salaminizer's eyes! Sal cries out angrily, and Suess scrambles away quickly! Sal wipes the mud away, and now he's just grinning as he cracks his knuckles! Suess is backed up against a tree, and I think that tumble disoriented him, he's not sure which way to go! Suess is trapped! And here comes Big Sal!! And . . we're cutting back to Drayven!!" EMAII: "For the hate of . . . !" LH: "Drayven still coming forward implacably, but you can see the results of his battles with Omen and Suess in the blood and mud all over him. Uh-oh, someone just put a foot on camera, and Drayven has once again halted his advance. He's bunching his shoulders, there's a heavy breath . . . " DRAYVEN: "You too would stand in my way?" LH: "Does Drayven know who it is?" EMAII: "I think I know, and DAMN HIM TO HELL!" LH: "He's stepping into the shot, it's . . . OH MY!!" THE CRIMSON CHRISTIAN: "A haunted forest, during a storm . . . it was too good to pass up." DRAYVEN: "Don't you think it's a little too soon for the knights to collide?" THE CRIMSON CHRISTIAN: "So you acknowledge me as more than a pawn? I'm honored." DRAYVEN: "Step aside, I've had too many distractions tonight." THE CRIMSON CHRISTIAN: "You'll get one more." DRAYVEN: "I said, get out of my way." LH: "Drayven and the Crimson Christian having a staredown here, and there's more electricity in the air than just the lightning! The Crimson Christian . . . smiling!" THE CRIMSON CHRISTIAN: "Not to sound childish, but . . . make me." LH: "Drayven, actually growling now, and the Crimson Christian's smile fades away. Who's going to make the first move here? Will it be Drayven? The Crimson Christian? Who will end this stalemate?! Wait, Drayven . . . Drayven launching forward! And so is the Christian!! THEY'RE ON A COLLISION COURSE!" DRAYVEN: "THEN DIE, FOOL!" THE CRIMSON CHRISTIAN: "CAST IN THE NAME OF GOD - " (With a tremendous crash of thunder, lightning dancing throughout the forest, we hear the echo of a shouted "YE GUILTY!" as the camera switches away.) LH: "WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN THERE?!" EMAII: "GO BACK, CURSE YOU! GO BACK TO DRAYVEN!" LH: "No, we're back to Suess . . . or, wait, it's just the Salaminizer! Did he deal with Suess?! No, I don't think so! Suess seems to have given him the slip, and Big Sal is furtively searching the forest for him. The Salaminizer is at a loss as to where his target is. He's calling out to Suess with that gruesome laugh, but maybe Suess hightailed it to safety." EMAII: "That would be painfully in character with the coward." LH: "Sal growing frustrated at Suess's failure to appear. He's trudging off somewhere . . . but he's cut off by a hand to the throat!! Sal gurgles as Suess appears!! Suess comes out of hiding, and my God, look at Suess's eyes! He is fed up with these attacks, he looks like a man possessed! Suess choking the Salaminizer, but Big Sal gets a grip on his wrist and applies pressure, forcing a break! Suess in pain, and Sal connects with a massive right hand, those fists the size of hams! Suess tumbling down into the mud, it's difficult to see even through the camera lighting in this dark and rain, I can only imagine what Suess and Drayven are having to adjust to!" EMAII: "Forget their damnable eyes! Crush him, Salaminizer! Renew the faith evil has placed in you!" LH: "The Salaminizer laughing like the bully he is as he lands a stiff shot to Suess's ribs, doubling him over, and now a knee lift to the chin! Suess goes down, and smacks into the mud! Big Sal is backing up, he's getting a running start! I think . . . Sal is going for the Brain Tumor!! A running Brain Tumor!! HE LEAPS - SUESS MOVES!! SAL COMES DOWN IN THE MUD!! Suess is up behind him, and . . . Sal is stuck in the mud!! The Salaminizer's girth trapped him in the mud when his knee made impact, and now it's Suess's turn to smile! For the first time, I think I detect a hint of fear in Big Sal's eyes!" EMAII: "INCONCEIVABLE!!!!" LH: "You keep on using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means." RICK ALLEN, ONE-ARMED DRUMMER FROM DEF LEPPARD: "Ba-dum ching!" EMAII: "Okay, that's enough of that." LH: "AND SUESS BEGINS HAMMERING AWAY AT THE SALAMINIZER! Suess with blow after blow to Sal's unprotected head, and Sal is becoming further entrapped in the gooey mud at his feet! Sal trying to rise, but he's firmly stuck, and groaning in pain! Suess, leaving him there to fend for himself, but I think he's got a new problem now . . . Suess appears to be lost!" EMAII: "Then may he die and rot in this accursed forest for all time!" LH: "Our camera crew switching away from Suess as he tries to determine the path to take, and there are the Crimson Christian and Drayven, pummeling one another for all they're worth! The Crimson Christian with a forearm shot to Drayven's head, but Drayven fires back with a shot to the Christian's gut! Drayven elbows the back of CC's head, and the Knight of Christ's Castle staggers off clutching his skull! Drayven pressing his attack, but the Crimson Christian surprises him with a kick to the knee! Drayven cries out, and the Crimson Christian seizes him by the hair! CC literally dragging Drayven through the mud as he runs forward, and now tosses Drayven into a tree! Drayven spins on impact, and ducks a punch! Crimson Christian with a fistful of bark, and he's clutching his knuckles in pain!" EMAII: "You get what you deserve, Crimson Christian! You and all self-righteous fools who parade themselves about fighting the darkness even as it encroaches upon your own souls will get the pain due to them!" LH: "Crimson Christian indeed grimacing in pain, and now Drayven with a well-placed kidney punch makes him cry out! These two men are simply intent on beating the hell out of one another! Drayven going for another shot, but the Crimson Christian shoves him away and manages to leap back to his feet!" *KRA-KOOOM!!!" EMAII: "WHAT NEW HELL IS THIS!?" LH: "WHAT THE - ?! I think . . . OH NO! Lightning just hit a tree next to them!! It's collapsing in flame, and Drayven and the Crimson Christian are both diving to safety!! They're lucky to be alive!" EMAII: "None of us are lucky that the Crimson Christian is alive." LH: "Lightning has just placed an enormous flaming tree between the Crimson Christian and Drayven! The Crimson Christian coming to his feet, and he's desperately searching for a way around this obstacle! Drayven on his feet as well!" DRAYVEN: "Ha ha ha ha . .. . HA HA HA HA HA HA!" THE CRIMSON CHRISTIAN: "DRAYVEN!" DRAYVEN: "Perhaps . . . some other day." THE CRIMSON CHRISTIAN: "DRAAAAAAYVEEEEN!!!!" LH: "Drayven taking off into the forest, leaving the Crimson Christian pinned down by flames!! Drayven has escaped! Wait, the shot is cutting back to Suess, and he's spotted the flames! Why, Suess is practically right next to them! And he's taking off in the same direction Drayven went! Now we're back on Drayven . . . it's the edge of the forest!! The lightning and the fire behind him have illuminated a path!! Drayven has reached the edge of the forest!! It's perched on a hill directly overlooking the Garden, they can't be more than a mile away!" EMAII: "Victory is within your grasp, Drayven!! Seize it quickly, do not repeat the mistakes of others already made tonight!" LH: "We're back to Suess - and he's at the edge of the forest too! Now we're back to Drayven . . . wait, no we aren't . . . they're in the same place! SUESS AND DRAYVEN HAVE BOTH CLEARED THE FOREST! They've spotted one another, and . . . THEY BOTH TAKE OFF DOWN THE HILL!" EMAII: "Throw a rock at him, Drayven! Tackle him and choke him to death on the dirt! Hold his mouth open until the rain drowns him! DO SOMETHING!" LH: "Suess and Drayven both tumbling and rolling down this muddy slope, and now it's nothing but a race! Which man will reach the Banknorth Garden first? They hit the bottom simultaneously, but Drayven gets up first! They're on the street! They have reached the city!" EMAII: "Hit him while he's down, Drayven! With something heavy!" LH: "Drayven a little banged up after the fall down the hill, and neither of these men can be at their best after the beatings they sustained to escape the forest! But Drayven does indeed go after Suess, and it's time for payback from that ambush earlier! Drayven with a running start as Suess starts to rise - SHINING WIZARD KICK!! Suess comes down on the ground and rolls out into the street! And Drayven is right on top of him!" EMAII: "Toss him into traffic!" LH: "It's past 2:30 in the morning, traffic's a little light." EMAII: "Then carry him back into the woods and toss him on that flaming tree!" LH: "Drayven stomping away at Suess as the People's Champ tries to rise, absolutely grinding him into the asphault! Now he picks up Suess and . .. running powerslam!!! INTO A CAR!! Drayven just smashed Suess into the hood of a parked car, and Suess slides off limply into the street! Drayven sneering cruelly at his handiwork, and now he leaves Suess lying as he heads off towards where we are now!" EMAII: "HA HA HA HA!! Excellent!! This match is now assuredly in the bag!" LH: "Drayven indeed now has nothing but imagination standing between him and victory! He's picked up his pace a little, but I think at this point the rain and his injuries are slowing him down. The lead he's got on Suess could be insurmountable though, but he might want to get out of the road, there are some headlights behind him." EMAII: "He shall destroy the vehicle with but a thought if it bothers him in the slightest." LH: "Maybe, but I think it'd be safer if he just stepped out of the road, with the weather the way it is the driver might not . . .Drayven indeed chooses to move off to the sidewalk. Wait a second . . . the car is swerving! It's making a U-Turn in the middle of the road! What's going on?" EMAII: "Oh Satan, no." LH: "The car is revving up . . . wait a second! It's coming right for Drayven!! Drayven with nowhere to go - *SMASH!!!* LH: "DRAYVEN HIT BY A CAR!! WHAT THE HELL!? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! SOMEONE JUST HIT DRAYVEN WITH A CAR!" EMAII: "THIS CANNOT BE!" LH: "Drayven is sprawled out on the hood, obviously in a world of pain! The driver side door is opening . . . IT'S SUESS!! IT'S SUESS!! SUESS COMMANDEERED THE CAR THAT DRAYVEN THREW HIM INTO, AND JUST HIT DRAYVEN WITH IT!" EMAII: "CURSE YOUR BONES, SUESS!! CURSE YOU TO HELL!" LH: "And now he's turning the windshield wipers on! Drayven groaning in agony, and Suess gives him a little fist therapy to the face! I knew there was bad blood between Drayven and Suess, but this is unheard of!! Suess tosses Drayven down to the ground, and now he's the one running off into the rain alone! Suess may have just won this match, but what a way to win it!" EMAII: "You coward! YOU CHEATER! Drayven, for evil's sake, get back up and hit him from behind with something illegal!" LH: "Drayven isn't rising anytime soon, and Suess hobbling for all he's worth towards the Banknorth Garden! Look at that street! Why, Suess is practically here! He's just up the road!! The Garden is in the camera shot, and Suess is moving as fast as he can to GET TAKEN DOWN BY A BOOT TO THE FACE!" EMAII: "WHAAAAAA?" LH: "WHAT IS - OH! OH!! IT'S CROSS AND UNFORGIVEN!! The Saints of Damnation lying in wait for Suess!! Cross grabbing Suess and holding him as Unforgiven punches him in the stomach! How much punishment can Suess take?!" EMAII: "He only needs to take enough to either die of internal injury, or allow Drayven time to crawl across the finish line!" LH: "Cross throwing a defenseless Suess down to the pavement, and they're right outside in the parking lot! They can't be more than fifty feet from the entrance! But Unforgiven laying in the boots to Suess, and the Saints are not letting him go anywhere! Cross and Unforgiven double-teaming a battered and worn out Suess with this thunderstorm raging outside! LOOK! DOWN THE STREET! I DON'T BELIEVE IT!! DRAYVEN!!" EMAII: "YES!! I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT, DRAYVEN! NOW LIMP! LIMP FOR ALL YOU'RE WORTH!" LH: "Drayven holding his side and indeed dragging one leg, but he's making progress as Suess is helpless in the hands of the Saints of Damnation! Unforgiven throws him down into the loading area, and Drayven is slowly coming ever closer towards victory as Suess remains pinned down! Cross dragging Suess up again, and - STUNNER!! STUNNER!! SUESS HITS A STUNNER ON CROSS!!" EMAII: "WHAT!?" LH: "Suess digging down with everything he had left, just hit a Stunner on Cross!! Unforgiven shocked, runs in to keep Suess down- SUESS WITH A DROP TOE HOLD!! UNFORGIVEN'S FACE JUST BOUNCED OFF THE BACK OF OUR PRODUCTION TRUCK!" EMAII: "THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!! NO MORTAL MAN COULD HAVE THIS MUCH FIGHT IN HIM!" LH: "SUESS DOES! Suess dragging himself back to his feet, and he's making a beeline for the door!!! Drayven moving as fast as he can, and they're both almost there!! ALMOST THERE! IT'S TEN MORE FEET AND SIX STEPS DOWN TO THE DOOR!! DRAYVEN MAKES A DIVE FOR SUESS'S LEGS!! BOTH MEN GO TUMBLING DOWN!! THEY'RE CLAWING AND BITING AT ONE ANOTHER FOR LITERALLY THE LAST - FEW - INCHES!!!!" EMAII: "THIS HAS TO END NOW!!" LH: "SUESS AND DRAYVEN HIT THE STAIRS AND GO ROLLING DOWN!!! THEY'RE PRACTICALLY ON TOP OF EACH OTHER!! THEY'VE HIT THE DOOOOOR!!!!" (The camera view switches to the interior of the arena, just outside the door, as a violent thunderclap drowns out the sound of Lester Holland's voice, and a blinding flash of lightning accompanying it can be seen clearly as the door crashes open, and one man's hand clearly comes through first, clasping the floor inside the Banknorth Garden. The light makes it impossible to see who the sillouhetted form is, and it takes a moment for the camera to come back into focus, and when it does . . . .) LH: "SUESS!! SUESS!!!! SUESSSSS!!!!!!! SUESS'S GRASPING HAND HAS CLUTCHED VICTORY, JUST INCHES AHEAD OF DRAYVEN!! SUESS HAS WON THE BLAIR WITCH PROJECT MATCH!!" EMAII: " . . . . . . . . . . . . . . " (There is the sound of headphones hitting the table and a spurt of static to follow.) LH: "My announce partner has just left his position in frustration!! This crowd . . . . the noise is as deafening as the thunder outside!! Suess has triumphed! The People's Champ has captured victory!!! Our official is bringing an exhausted Suess to his feet, and Suess, covered in his own blood and that of others, covered in road burns, in scrapes and cuts, in mud and dirt, soaked through with freezing rain, Suess has dug down deeper than I knew anyone had in them, and defeated Drayven in this hellacious match! WHAT A MATCH! WHAT A TRIUMPH FOR SUESS!! He can barely stay upright, but that is the look of a winner! He - " *CRACK* LH: "Oh . . . OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! DRAYVEN JUST HIT SUESS FROM BEHIND WITH A STEEL CHAIR! SUESS DOWN IN A HEAP!! DRAYVEN HURLS THE CHAIR ON TOP OF HIM AND SHAMBLES OFF IN DISGUST! SUESS IS OUT! MY GOD, WHAT A BRUTAL ENDING TO ONE OF THE MOST BRUTAL SPECATCLES I HAVE EVER WITNESSED!! WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN NOW?!!?" |
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| LBSJ | May 30 2011, 07:31 PM Post #17 |
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FINEBERG: "I believe I can answer that question, Lester." (The camera pans to the announce table to reveal David Fineberg placing Evil Masked Announcer II's headset on and taking a seat beside Lester Holland, who nearly jumps out of his seat at the boss's appearance.) LH: "Mr. Fineberg! Sir, what brings you out here?" FINEBERG: "You, Lester! You've been calling the action for nigh on seven hours now, listen to yourself! You've practically shouted yourself hoarse. Go take a break, I'll take care of announcing." LH: "You? But, sir, with all due respect, you're not a trained announcer." FINEBERG: "Well you won't be any good to anyone with your vocal chords swollen up like a wet loaf of Challah. Evil Masked Announcer II and I can handle things from here." LH: "But Evil Masked Announcer II took off after Suess won the Blair Witch Project match! Besides those distant screams in the background, I have no idea where he got to." FINEBERG: "What? That wretched - ! I had to buy him a sac of unicorn blood before he agreed to announce this gig! Do you know how much unicorn blood costs?!" LH: "Not really . . . " FINEBERG: "We had to breed unicorns into existance first to get one!" LH: "So, a lot." FINEBERG: "Well this is wonderful. Okay, tell you what. You go take a break, we've got an interview up next, I'll take the time to go find a new color man. Let's let Senton do the talking." LH: "Alright everyone, we've got a special interview next, with former NEFW World and North American Champion, and a V.I.P. guest of the evening, Senton!" FINEBERG: "I told you to stop announcing! Get out of here! Go!" (The camera pans out to the crowd, where we again see the assemblage of NEFW alumni who chose the V.I.P. treatment rather than returning to the ring. The fans again give an appreciative, if somewhat weary after the tumultuous Blair Witch Project Match, cheer at the sight of favorites such as the very first NEFW Tag Team Champions, the Bounty Hunters Joe and John Kirschner. Also sighted are Rocko Johnson, The New Broncos, Puck and Pan, the urns containing EMT and Paramedic, and the many others whom were spotted earlier in the show. Still seated only a few feet from the announce table are Shock Factor's Liam Zane and Matthew Freek, both seeming to enjoy theselves, Matthew maybe a little more than Zane as he double-fists two large beers.) (However, now at the front of the assemblage of the NEFW's alum, Senton stands to his full 6'4'', his 290-pound muscled frame imposing and almost threatening as he directs a smile towards the gangly Johnathan Spectre, who stands on the opposite side of the crowd barrier, microphone in hand.) JOHNATHAN SPECTRE: "Senton, it's great to see you back in an NEFW ring. How are you enjoying Wrestlefest X so far?" SENTON: "This first quarter of the show has been remarkable, Johnathan. It's been fantastic to see so many of my old friends back in action and looking as good as they ever have." JS: "So Senton, it's been a few years since NEFW cameras caught up to you. How have you been keeping yourself busy?" SENTON: "In the the best ways possible, Johnathan. I'd like the fans to meet my lovely wife, Tina." (A very attractive young woman at Senton's side stands up and smiles to a crowd who applauds her appearance. Senton gives her a smile as she waves briefly before sitting back down.) SENTON: "Life's been good to me indeed." JS: "I can see that!" SENTON: "I've also taken to coaching some High School wrestling, and I'd like to give a shout out to Punahou, three-time state champions! We're gearing up for another great season, and I look forward to working with all those great kids again. I don't have any regrets about where I am now, Johnathan, none at all." JS: "And what about your career in the NEFW, Senton, is there a reason you've opted not to return to the ring?" SENTON: "To be honest, Johnathan, I think I've accomplished everything I ever wanted to. I've won the NEFW Hardcore Championship, the Television Championship, and am a multiple-time North American champ. Even the NEFW World Heavyweight Championship was mine once, and I stood at the very top of this company. I've stood in that ring with the best of them, side-by-side or in opposing corners, and always held my ground. I'd like to thank the fans for giving me the wonderful years that they did, and the boys in the back for the great memories we all helped make together. I guess that's the reason, Johnathan, more than wear and tear or fear of injury than anything else; I've just done all there is to do." JS: "I think we can all certainly understand, Senton, you've been a tremendous asset to the company over the years, and I think you've earned a break. Now, before we go, I'd like to talk about Corona, whom you had some very harsh words for prior to the show." SENTON: "Yeah . . . I'll admit, I've been bitter about Corona, but you know what? I'd like to talk to him face to face and apologize for some of the things I said." JS: "You would?" SENTON: "Absolutely. Can we get Corona out here? Come on out, Corona! I want to say I'm sorry, and I want to say it to your face, in front of the fans. Don't leave me hanging here, bro." (There is a heavy pause as everyone turns expectantly towards the entrance ramp. The silence hangs in the air for a good twenty seconds before . . . ) What I've felt What I've known Never shined through in what I've shown Never be Never see Won't see what might have been What I've felt What I've known Never shined through in what I've shown Never free Never me So I dub thee unforgiven (The arena goes black as Metallica's "Unforgiven" begins to play. As the initial horn increases in volume a golden light emits from the entranceway and the silhouette of the wrestler appears. When the music kicks in, the lights pop to the cue of pyrotechnics up the aisleway and Corona steps out to the walkway. He slowly strides to the ring and enters through the ropes saluting the crowd. The fans give an adoring cheer to the Beer Man, who slowly turns his head towards Senton in the crowd. The two share a look, and then Corona takes a step back, inviting Senton to leave the audience and step into the ring with him.) (Senton takes a second to consider, and then steps over the crowd barrier as the fans start up a small but growing K-O-A chant, acknowledging not only the two men, but the t-shirt Corona still proudly wears. Senton asks Johnathan Spectre for his microphone, which he receives as the wrestler-turned-interviewer backs off, and after only a moment of looking up at the ring to Corona, Senton steps up the ring steps to the apron, then through the ropes, joining an apprehensive Corona in the ring.) SENTON: "Hold on, bro, hold on. I know what you're thinking. I brought you out here because I want to apologize. Believe me, I stepped over the line, and I want to make up for it." (Corona considers this, and then leans forward, clearly interested in hearing more.) SENTON: "Here it goes, man. After the NEFW, I didn't hear from you at all. I know, that was partially my fault. I didn't make any effort to get in touch with you, but things were really up in the air for me. I went from being the champion to being out of a job overnight. I moved away, and you were off doing your thing across the country with the school. And that's cool, in fact, I'm doing almost the same thing, training the new generation." (Corona nods, and the fans cheer the reconciliation as Corona takes a step towards Senton, arms still folded, listening to his story.) SENTON: "Well, as you know, time passed. I got married, I have a new life, and you have yours, but I was bitter. I was upset, Corona, that you received so much more recognition than I did. Two times you've been the NEFW Champion. You've battled it out with best. It seems like everything I've done, you've done twice. I had so much time out of contact with you, just thinking about my life, my legacy, and the thought of being in your shadow after we accomplished so much together, it grated, Corona. It grated on me, but as soon as I got here, it was like it didn't matter anymore. I'm watching the sport I love again, and I'll tell you something, I can't wait to see you in action, brother." (Corona cracks a little, and a smile shows through as he lowers his arm and appraises his brother's words.) SENTON: "Come on, Corona. All I want is just to say I'm sorry, and hope you accept. It doesn't matter which one of us will be remembered for what, we've got our own memories, and that's enough for me. And above all, I know Gramps wouldn't want us to end up old and bitter with one another. So, Corona, I'm offering you a handshake, and we'll see where we go from there." (Senton extends his hand, to which Corona looks down at it nervously. The crowd cheers him on as he considers the handshake, and the Beer Man looks out at the fans, questioning what move he should make. A louder K-O-A chant breaks out, and the two-time NEFW Champion again gives a smile. Finally, he looks Senton dead in the eye, takes a deep breath, and clasps his hand. The audience roars in approval, and the two embrace, then extend out, raising each other's arms.) SENTON: "I guess the only thing left to say, Corona, is that Gramps isn't here, is he?" (Just like that, Senton turns, microphone in hand, and blasts Corona in the skull with it. Corona immediately flops down to the mat holding his face as Senton drops down on top of him, smacking him in the face with the mic again before standing up and walking towards the side of the ring facing the entrance ramp, tearing his button-down shirt off as he does so.) SENTON: "Now I'm going to show the entire world, once and for all, that Corona is just a joke who rode on the back of my support to accomplish anything he ever did in this federation! Get a damn referee out here! You and me, Corona! I'm going to beat you right here, one-two-three, once and for all!!" |
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| LBSJ | May 30 2011, 07:31 PM Post #18 |
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(The sound of static is heard as Senton throws down the microphone, and the overwhelming chorus of boos showering him from the near-20,000 on hand for the event almost drowns out the voices that come next.) FINEBERG: "Am I . . . am I on? I hear an echo, does that mean I'm on?" MANSLAYER: "We are airborne." FINEBERG: "On the air, Manslayer. Okay, good! This is working! NEFW Faithful, we're back, I'm taking over for Lester Holland, and here's our new color commentator, Manslayer, whom I understand used to be some kind of wrestler." MANSLAYER: "Your knowledge of my career is flattering, that it is." FINEBERG: "Well, this is certainly a development! Senton has ambushed his own brother Corona, and left the Beer Man lying in the ring! Someone get out here, Senton has called for a refere, and I'm authorizing it! I want this match to start up, post haste!" MANSLAYER: "Your position of authority would allow you to have Senton removed from the ring and get Corona the medical attention he may require, would it not?" FINEBERG: "Yes, but that wouldn't spell a buyrate on the Wrestlefest X rerun! There, it's NEFW referee Jerry Gilbert, out to cover the match, and folks, it IS a match! It's going to be Senton vs. Corona, right now!" MANSLAYER: "But Senton just executed a most dishonorable attack against a man who trusted him! How can you reward him with what he wanted for such action?" FINEBERG: "Because it's good for business. The referee is in the ring, and we've got ourselves a match!" MANSLAYER: "I will never understand this strange American culture." FINEBERG: "Senton dragging Corona to his feet, and unloading months and years of misplaced aggression. Corona still out of it from those two microphone shots, and he's getting pummeled by Senton, who now tosses him chest-first into the turnbuckle pad. Hey, these rings aren't cheap, Senton! Watch it!" MANSLAYER: "What about Corona's ribs and sternum?" FINEBERG: "I'm sure they'll be fine, right? We've got a good health plan. Senton clubbing away at Corona, who looks defenseless in the face of this barrage. Senton tosses Corona into the ropes, and catches him coming off with a running knee lift! Corona really taking a beating! Look at Senton, you can tell he's really enjoying this." MANSLAYER: "Such an act would be considered cause for ritual seppuku where this one come from." FINEBERG: "Maybe that's why YOUR Pay-Per-Views don't break a 1.0 rating." MANSLAYER: "This one does not comprehend, that he does not." FINEBERG: "You're a good man, Manslayer. Senton setting up Corona, and look at that, it's an X-Plex! A Crossed-Arms belly-to-back, and Corona hits the mat hard! Senton known to have a very flashy style, his moveset is geared towards moves that involve a lot of precision in their execution. For a man of his size, he's got a lot of agility and flexibility, and he does enjoy looking good for the crowd." MANSLAYER: "That move was popularized by the Ultimo Dragon." FINEBERG: "Manslayer, don't sell the moves, sell the wrestlers. The wrestlers!" MANSLAYER: "But . . . is the wrestling not the focus?" FINEBERG: "Oh boy. We've got a lot of way to go with you." MANSLAYER: "Oro?" FINEBERG: "Senton picking up Corona by the hair and shouting at the crowd. Senton really has it in for Corona, and I don't think it's going to matter to him at all that he ambushed him to start the match. Look at that, Senton with some driving fists into Corona's unprotected forehead, and now he tosses him down to the mat with authority. This could turn out to be an unprecedented beat down." MANSLAYER: "This one believes that Senton is in the wrong, and look forward to him receiving his comeuppance." FINEBERG: "And if the fans want it, then I look forward to it to, but I'm here to call the action. Senton is not out for a wrestling match at all, he is out for blood, pure and simple. This man wants to make Corona suffer. He's dragging Corona up again, and look at that! Senton applying the Senton Sleeper! That is a dangerous and painful manuever, and you can tell he's enjoying every second he hears Corona's cries!" MANSLAYER: "There is no joy inflicting suffering on others, this one does not understand how Senton could be so driven by his lust for vengeance." FINEBERG: "You really need to watch more American television. Senton choking Corona out with this Senton Sleeper, and thus far the match has been all Senton. Corona still showing signs of life, flailing about in an attempt to escape this Senton Sleeper, but it could all be for nothing. This could be the shortest match of the night so far." MANSLAYER: "Also the most unprincipled, and morally reprehensible." FINEBERG: "That's the business, kid. Senton really applying the pressure here, trying to put Corona out for good, but Corona in his grasping manages to get a hand on the top rope! The ref is making Senton release him, and Senton gives him one more twist for good measure before letting go. Senton backing off, it would appear he's in no hurry for this match to end." MANSLAYER: "This one has come to the conclusion that he is not a fan of this Senton, nor does he wish him to attain victory in the match." FINEBERG: "That's your call, but Corona is just now getting his first respite since this match began, but now Senton is pushing past the ref. He's not going to let up for a second on Corona, and he's got his hands on him again. Oh, Corona just raked his eyes! Desperate eye rake by Corona, who takes a knee on the mat to try and recuperate as Senton curses and clutches his eyes! That's going to buy Corona some precious seconds." MANSLAYER: "Before this one observed the path of peace, he would put rakes in the eyes of many a man." FINEBERG: "See, now that's compelling. Corona pulling on the ropes to try and get to his feet, and this audience is cheering the Beer Man on. They want to see Corona recover, they'd love for this contest to become a little less one-sided. Senton blinking the spots in his eyes clear, and now he's pissed. Here he comes again, and Corona catches him with a hard left hand right between the eyes!" MANSLAYER: "Corona's power seems to have waned, this one fears the beating he has sustained shall affect his fighter's aura." FINEBERG: "Corona's been a part of some legendary beatings in his day, I think we're about to see just how much gas is left in the tank. Senton coming again, and again Corona connects with a stunning punch! Corona knows that he's in for a world of hurt if he lets Senton get his hands on him, he's trying to use his reach to keep him away. Corona is probably genuinely upset at this turn of events, and honestly, Senton could be in trouble if Corona is allowed to get his wits about him." MANSLAYER: "That would be good, correct? For it would mean the morally superior figure in the conflict would win." FINEBERG: "Good for whatever universe you live in, maybe, but not always the best for ratings. Corona taking a powder, bailing out of the ring while Senton is disoriented. Senton rushing after him, he knows better than anyone how dangerous a collected Corona can be. Corona trying to escape, and we've got a chase around the ring." MANSLAYER: "The competitors leave the ring in your country?" FINEBERG: "Manslayer, we just had a match that took place almost entirely in a forest." MANSLAYER: "This one is more confused than ever. Why is this one here again?" FINEBERG: "To provide insightful and entertaining commentary about our competitors. Don't worry, you're doing a stand up job." MANSLAYER: "As in comedy, like famed comic Benny Michaels?" FINEBERG: "No, you're . . . okay, I've got action to call. Oi, what a schmultz. Corona sliding back into the ring just a second ahead of Senton, Senton goes to follow, and Corona drops down and kicks Senton! Senton stumbles back into the crowd barrier, and comes up holding his jaw! Uh oh, now Senton looks really steamed, and Corona is still down on one leg, Senton really took a piece out of him before he started showing any signs of life." MANSLAYER: "Signs of life are all around us, that they are. One with eyes to see them can clearly appreciate their splendor." FINEBERG: "Wow, that's deep. So, back to wrestling. Senton climbing back in the ring, and Corona's managed to make it to his feet. The former founding members of the Kings of All are now eye to eye, and what a staredown. Senton with nothing but pure baleful hatred in that gaze, and Corona seems to be asking why. Senton coming at Corona again, and Corona throws a stiff forearm shot to Senton's face. Senton returns the favor, and Corona stumbles into the ropes Senton grabbing him by the shirt, and he puts Corona down with a savage clothesline. Now he's tearing the KOA shirt off of Corona's back!" MANSLAYER: "To remove a man's banner is not just a sign of disrespect, but also one demoralizing to mental energy." FINEBERG: "It is indeed a psychological move, as Senton is shoving that shirt in Corona's face! Listen to the crowd's reaction to this one! Now Senton is standing up and showing the shirt off to the crowd, and he tears it in half! What horrible treatment of hot merchandise! The referee is calling on Senton to get rid of the shirt, and Senton throws it in his face! He turns back around to Corona - and gets a shot between the legs!!" MANSLAYER: "This one KNOWS that cannot be allowed." FINEBERG: "It most definitely isn't, I want my wrestlers able to breed future generations to make money off of, but the referee had that shirt over his eyes and didn't see a thing! Senton is doubled over, and look at the expression on his wife's face in the audience! I don't think anyone has ever had more reason to hate Corona than she does right now." MANSLAYER: "There is never truly a reason to hate." FINEBERG: "That doesn't sell the drama, unfortunately. Corona getting to his feet, and he plants Senton with a DDT!! A snap DDT brings Senton down, and Corona lying on his back, taking the time to recover. Referee Jerry Gilbert throwing the remains of that KOA t-shirt out of the ring, and he turns around to find both men down. Senton starting to rise, and Corona quick to roll away from his opponent, it could be that Corona is recovering! If Corona can bounce back from the savage attack he suffered at the start of the match, this could be a whole new ballgame." MANSLAYER: "Corona would be wise to resume his attack as soon as possible, for much of his offense has been only a delaying tactic; should he be unable to actually do damage to Senton, it will all be for nothing." FINEBERG: "Very true, Manslayer, not to mention that Corona himself has taken a lot of abuse without really being able to return the favor. Senton pushing up to his knees, and he looks to be in pain still, but also very angry." MANSLAYER: "This one can sense much anger from Senton indeed." FINEBERG: "Corona coming up in the corner, and it looks like he still needs some time before he's able to really compete, but Senton not going to give him that opportunity. Here he comes again, and he lays into Corona with an asiatic thrust. Now hard rights and lefts into the corner, Senton just beating Corona down, ignoring the referee's calls to get out of the corner. Jerry Gilbert shouting at Senton to break it up, and Senton turns back to give him a piece of his mind - and Corona bursts out and slams Senton into the corner!" MANSLAYER: "Corona's aura is surging! His spiritual energy is peaking!" FINEBERG: "In other words, Corona has snapped! He's had more than enough of this, and look at him unload on Senton!! Rights and lefts, shots to the head, the ribs, the face! Senton trying to cover up, but Corona hammering on him like a man possessed!" MANSLAYER: "This one senses no Oni in the vicinity." FINEBERG: "Corona dragging Senton out of the corner, and this crowd has come alive for this remarkable comeback! Senton dazed, and Corona gives him a knife edge chop that almost tears his chest open! Senton staggering around in a circle, and there's another chop from Corona! Senton's chest turning red under Corona's chops, and now Senton getting lifted up onto Corona's shoulders! Corona with a fireman's carry to Senton, puts the bigger man on the mat. Corona calling out to the audience for the Bottle Opener! They want to see it! Give it to them, big guy!" MANSLAYER: "Providing the fans with what they want to see is good, yes?" FINEBERG: "Done the right way, absolutely. Corona is setting up Senton, and Senton realizes what's coming! He's trying to fight it off as Corona twists his legs, he's using his greater body mass to resist being turned over! Here he goes, trying to push Corona off, but Corona willingly releases his legs - but gives him a boot to the gut! Now he's got the legs again, and Corona twists! With a herculean effort, he strains to turn Senton over! Senton fighting every inch!" MANSLAYER: "The conflict of their spirits is sending pulsing waves through the auras of all near them! What a tremendous desire both of these men have to win!" FINEBERG: "That can't be denied, and Corona does it! Corona has Senton in the Bottle Opener! Senton crying out as Corona cinches back and pulls his knees, his quads, his back, almost his entire lower half is being stretched in ways it was never meant to be. This is personal, this is a vendetta, and both men will be seeking to end it tonight!" MANSLAYER: "To think that this began with a reconciliation. This one can only hope he never falls prey to such a ruse." FINEBERG: "Then never have siblings. Corona has the Bottle Opener locked in hard, and Senton is struggling to fight the pain! This is a very real tap out situation for Senton, there are few submission moves that inflict more pain than the Bottle Opener, and Corona is the undisputed master of it! Corona's got Senton right where he wants him, that is to say, he would if he ever wanted this match at all." MANSLAYER: "His aura exudes regret as well as anger and frustration, this one believes he is quite upset at the choices made this evening." FINEBERG: "If he's regretting what he's doing, he isn't showing it as he continues to pull back on Senton's legs, and his brother is writhing in agony as Corona punishes him with the Bottle Opener! This crowd firmly behind Corona, as Senton desperately trying to find some way to free himself from this hold! Those ropes have got to seem a mile off from where he is, and this could be it! As unbelievable as it seems, Corona has made a comeback, and just might pull off this victory!" MANSLAYER: "This one fears he shall find such a triumph hollow." FINEBERG: "Too true, Corona came out here thinking he was getting an apology from Senton, and now he's trying to seperate his leg muscles from the bone. Quite a reversal of fortunes. And speaking of reversals, Senton is struggling to push himself up! You can see the agony twisting Senton's face as he pushes his arms up to try and get some kind of leverage to escape this hold! Does he have the power left in him?" MANSLAYER: "There is much strength remaining in Senton, but at this point his pain may be even greater." FINEBERG: "Senton manages to get up on his knuckles, and Corona responds by cinching back even further! Senton's in a world of hurt here, but he's got himself elevated. That's not going to help alleviate the pain he's in, but it's giving him the edge he needs to . . . roll! Senton does it! Senton rolls forward, and Corona is flung down, Senton rolls through, and grabs on to the bottom rope, pulling himself away from Corona! Corona trying to rise, and Senton quickly gets up and puts a knee in his back!" MANSLAYER: "A valiant effort comes to an end." FINEBERG: "Senton's got a hold on Corona, and he's bringing him up for . . . The Senton Drop! The Senton Drop! Senton goes into a cover on Corona!! ONE!! TWO!! THR - Senton pulls Corona up!!" MANSLAYER: "Ugh. Such lack of sportsmanship is a blight to this sport, that it is." FINEBERG: "Senton telling this crowd he is not done with Corona. The Senton Drop, one of the most devastating manuevers in Senton's arsenal, but he's got one even more and I think he's not going to be done until he delivers it! Yes, Senton is bringing up Corona, and he's setting him up for a K-MAD!" MANSLAYER: "This shall be a horrific end to a match which this one condemns from the bottom of his warrior's soul. Senton, truly, you are a fiend." FINEBERG: "Senton's got Corona set up, and here it comes, oh, hold on a second! Corona just nailed Senton with a shot to the midsection! And another! Corona somehow still alive after that Senton Drop, and he's trying to break out of this K-MAD!" MANSLAYER: "Can he truly accomplish it? Their power seems so equal, it is impossible to tell who shall win this contest!" FINEBERG: "Corona doing more than fighting, he's heaving upwards! Senton is losing his balance, Corona is battling with everything he's got! Corona heaves upwith all his strength - look at that! It's a Beer Blast! Beer Blast from the top rope! A SUPER Beer Blast!! Corona just brought Senton down to the mat! And both men are out! The referee is checking on them, and neither man is showing any sign of life! He's starting a 10 count!" ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! Corona's arm just came up, I think he's trying to turn over! SEVEN! EIGHT! Corona rocks with all his might and turns over! NINE! Corona has a cover on Senton!! He's got an arm over Senton, who hasn't moved at all! ONE!!! TWO!! THREEEEEEEESENTONKICKSOUT!! MANSLAYER: "The negative emotion pouring forth from this crowd is overpowering!" FINEBERG: "Uh-oh, we're losing the crowd out here! Senton kicked out with what looked more like a convulsion than an actual kick out, but Corona has collapsed next to him! I don't think he has the strength to go on! Senton is starting to stir, and he's struggling to sit up!" MANSLAYER: "Rarely does this one see such a desire by two men to simply inflict injury upon one another." FINEBERG: "Senton has got himself in a sitting position, and Corona definitely knocked some of the fire out of him with that Beer Blast. It looks like Senton might not even know where he is. Corona is also trying to get back up, and now Senton remembers what's going on! He rises, and he's saying this one is over! He's got Corona, and he's blasting him with some big elbows! He's dragging Corona back over to the corner, and here it comes! K-MAD!! Senton plants Corona with the K-MAD! That is it. Listen to the boos from this crowd. Senton crosses Corona's arms over him, and he's got a cover. This is elementary. ONE! TWO!! THREE! *DingDingDing!* PD: "And the winner . . . as the result of a pinfall, SENTON!" MANSLAYER: "A pitiful display. Corona was never truly given a chance to compete." FINEBERG: "Still, Senton looks like he just won the State Wrestling Championship. Senton ambushed Corona to start this match with a microphone to the head, and never let up the beating for a second. Yet, you have to wonder, in the back of his mind, Senton has to still have those creeping doubts. If he had faced Corona at his best, if this had been a fair contest, could he have escaped the Bottle Opener? Could he have survived the Super Beer Blast?" MANSLAYER: "Their fighter's spirit is confused and muddled . . . this one thinks the conflict between the two men in that ring is far from over." FINEBERG: "Well for now, this one is in the books, and Senton has defeated Corona with the K-MAD. I hope you got what you wanted, Senton, because you've got 20,000 people telling you they're not happy with what they saw, and if that reflects poorly on me, you'll hear about it. Believe me Senton, you'll hear about it." |
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| LBSJ | May 30 2011, 07:33 PM Post #19 |
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(The camera follows Senton as he takes his wife out of the audience, leading her away from the thousands of booing fans whom he only jeers at. The two head towards the back up the entrance ramp. They go behind the curtain and the camera follows them still as they make their escape. However, before they've gotten too far, Senton stops, and gestures for Tina to do the same. The camera changes focus, and we see Jenna Jett, in her ring gear, stopped in the path of Senton.) (There's a tense moment, and then Jenna simply shakes her head slowly and walks out towards the curtain.) SENTON: "Hey!" JENNA JETT: "Hm?" SENTON: "You got something to say to me?" JENNA JETT: "Sorry Senton, I can't talk. I'm on my way to win an actual match." (Senton gives her a furious stare as she turns her back on him and makes her way to the entrance. He turns around again, and finds himself face-to-face with Jenna's opponent for the next bout, Joey Steroidz. Steroidz's appearance elicits audible cheers from the audience watching on the NEFieTron, and he clicks his tongue as he takes off his sunglasses and looks Senton up and down, his ludicrously large muscles making him more like a wall than a person.) SENTON: "What do YOU want?" JOEY STEROIDZ: "Me? Nothing. See, I'm on my way to go beat up that chick. But you can bet your ass I'm going to do it fair and square. Think about that. Hey, baby, what's up with you?" (Joey directs a wink at Tina, whom Senton angrily steps in front of as he stares down Joey. The Mountain of Muscle lets the moment hang in the air briefly, and then gives a quick chuckle and sidesteps Senton, also making his way out towards the entrance. Senton is left behind with his anger, and turns away from the camera with a snarl as we return to ringside.) FINEBERG: "It would seem my other employees are giving Senton quite an earful about the way he set up Corona." MANSLAYER: "You have only contractually obligated them for this single period, are they truly your employees?" FINEBERG: "Until this show goes off the air, yes. After that, we'll work something out. But no time to worry about that now, it's time for those two muscleheads to duke it out to the delight of millions! This match is big money folks, it's Joey Steroidz vs. Jenna Jett!" PETE DUX: "Ladieeeeeeeeeeeeeees . . . and gentlemen! The next match is scheduled for ONE fall, and has a time limit of one hour and fifteen minutes!" FINEBERG: "We're 45 minutes ahead of schedule? Oi, I need to come up with some filler." PD: "Introducing first, from LANSING, MICHIGAN . . . " Elevation A star Lit up like a cigar Strung out like a guitar PD: "WEIGHING in at TWO HUNDRED AND TWO pounds, she is SAINT JENNA JETT!!" Maybe you can educate my mind Explain all these controls Can't sing but I've got soul The goal is elevation (The lights in the arena go dim, and an expectant hush falls over the crowd. Then, from the top of the ramp, an explosion of golden pyro begins bursting skyward, and the letters "JJ" shoot out onto the NEFW-Tron. As a brilliant white light illuminates her from behind the curtain, Jenna Jett appears on the ramp to the tune of U2's "Elevation Remix." She holds out her arms and flexes once for the crowd, and then descends the entryway to the ring, sliding in and removing her coat in preparation for the match.) MANSLAYER: "The light from her fighter's spirit! It is blinding!" FINEBERG: "Jenna's had a lot of criticism thrown her way, but I doubt she's heard that one." MANSLAYER: "This one requires dark glasses to properly view this match, that he does." PD: "Aaaaand, her opponent . . . " Mister machoman is it true That all the girls wanna come on you You keep on telling me you're the best I wanna put your lovin' to the test PD: "Weighing an incredible THREE HUNDRED and TWENTY-TWO POUNDS . . . . JOOEEEEEY STERRRROIIIIDZ!!" Get your tigerbaby out of it's cage I wanna measure it, starting at the base Rock your body from the left to the right Rock your body, make you struggle and fight (Joey Steroidz appears at the top of the entrance ramp to the tune of "Mister Machoman" by the Lords of Acid. The video playing on the NEFie-Tron shows Joey as he pummels through opponents such as the Incredible Hulk, the stone faces of Mount Rushmore, and Jesus. Joey slaps the palms of some of his fans on the way down to the ring, breaking their hands at the wrist. His entrance video begins playing some of his more impressive feats of strength, including a shot of him bench-pressing the space shuttle. Joey leaps from the floor to the apron, then stretches the ropes open and steps into the ring, throwing his enormous arms into the air and basking in the resultant camera flashes going off, as people take pictures to prove that they saw Joey Steroidz in person.) FINEBERG: "Yes! I knew it was a good idea to hire Joey for this. Look at this reaction!" MANSLAYER: "Jenna Jett has to fight that creature?" FINEBERG: "People have been clamoring for this bout for years. It's a clash of the titans! It's Superman vs. Wonder Woman!" MANSLAYER: "That man is ENORMOUS! He is blotting out this one's view of the other side of the crowd!" FINEBERG: "You just sit and watch, Manslayer. The fans are going to eat this one up." MANSLAYER: "Is there not a limit to what may be put in the ring for the pleasure of the fans?" FINEBERG: "Not that I'm legally aware of, no. There's the bell, we've got ourselves a match!" MANSLAYER: "Something about this seems morally wrong to this one, that it does." FINEBERG: "I just hope this ridiculous way you talk doesn't annoy our viewers. Jenna and Joey are sizing each other up, Joey giving Jenna a few good looks at that gargantuan physique of his. Jenna doesn't seem impressed. Jenna stepping forward, and she's calling for a test of strength!" MANSLAYER: "Does she not fear the tendons being ripped from her bones?" FINEBERG: "Joey looking at Jenna like she's out of her mind, but Jenna again putting her palm up, she wants to see who the stronger person is! Joey looking out to the crowd, and they seem curious as well. It looks like we might find out right here and now, who's stronger; Joey Steroidz or Jenna Jett?" MANSLAYER: "This one finds the actions of Jenna Jett questionable in sanity." FINEBERG: "I think Joey has decided to go for it! He's measuring up Jenna, putting his hand out there. Jenna Jett and Joey Steroidz locking hands . . . and Jenna delivers a boot to Joey's gut. Well, maybe some other day." MANSLAYER: "A clever ploy, but underhanded to say the least." FINEBERG: "Jenna now with a sidekick to Joey's ribs, and Steroidz not looking happy about being duped. Joey blocking a punch from Jenna, and sends a kick of his own into Jett's midsection. Jenna took that one pretty well, she's still on her feet, and she manages to block Joey's punch. She's got a hold on his arm, and drops down for an arm breaker. And another! Jenna not letting go of Joey's arm, she's going to try and do as much damage as she can first. But Joey flexes his wrist, and breaks Jenna's hold! The magnitude of muscle on Joey's body is truly beyond compare, and it's freaks of nature like him that make people tune in, Manslayer. I'll say it proudly, Joey Steroidz equals ratings." MANSLAYER: "This woman, Jenna Jett, her desire to prove herself may be her undoing, stepping in the ring against such an anomaly." FINEBERG: "Jenna running and coming off the ropes, and there's a shoulderblock to Joey Steroidz. Steroidz unfazed, and Jenna trying again. Still no movement from Joey, who's checking his watch." MANSLAYER: "Is he worried about the time?" FINEBERG: "No, it's . . . forget it. Jenna glaring at Joey Steroidz in frustration, and the big man is just making fun of her, it appears. Jenna goes to the ropes again, and she goes for a diving elbow, Joey catches her. And there's a Samoan Drop on Jenna Jett. Jenna driven into that mat, and she comes up a little unsteady. Joey Steroidz brushing his shoulder off, just playing with Jenna Jett. Jenna standing up, and she's got a look of wounded pride on her face." MANSLAYER: "This one hopes that she does not attempt anything rash, her opponent is obviously outmatching her." FINEBERG: "Jenna is going to have to rethink her strategy here. Joey Steroidz has so much muscle mass built up it would take her the rest of this show to even raise a bruise on him. Jenna reknowned for being stronger than some of the boys in the back, but Joey Steroidz is possibly the strongest man in the world. And that's why I hired him. Strongest man in the world, only here in the NEFW." MANSLAYER: "This one briefly competed in an NEFW ring, he used his speed and skill over physical - " FINEBERG: "Yes, yes, you're physically unimpressive, we know. Jenna running to the ropes again, Joey giving her a roll of his eyes. Here she comes, Joey goes down for a back body drop, but Jenna puts on the brakes - Jenna slams Joey Steroidz backwards into the mat! Great presence of mind by Jenna Jett. That's the kind of thinking that won her those Oscars. Joey just letting out a sigh on the floor, and he's actually stretching. Jenna not looking happy at all about how she's being treated by Joey Steroidz, and she grabs Joey by the arms. It looks like . . . yes! Jenna Jett is actually deadlifting Joey Steroidz! Now Steroidz looks surprised. But wait! She's not stopping . . . it's a gorilla press! Jenna Jett lifts and cleans the 320-plus pound Joey Steroidz, and she just dropped him face first on the mat behind her. This audience is absolutely amazed at the physical power of Jenna Jett." MANSLAYER: "Such a remarkable showing of strength! In this one's country, women are discouraged from building up their muscles in favor of dressing like schoolgirls and selling their underwear in vending machines." FINEBERG: "Japan indeed possibly the strangest nation on Earth. Very loyal fans though, I've done great business over there. Joey coming to his feet, and he quickly grabs Jenna - it's a press slam to Jenna. ONE-HANDED. Look at that! Jenna Jett weighs over two hundred pounds, and Joey Steroidz is pressing her up with one hand! Now Joey drops Jenna down, and Steroidz flexes for the crowd. Steroidz' biceps are the only biceps in the world that have actually developed their own smaller biceps." MANSLAYER: "His arms are the size of several of this one's countrymen." FINEBERG: "Both of these amazing athletes showing off their power, and now Jenna is back up as well. Joey still smirking at her, and you can tell Jenna's just about reached the breaking point. Jenna directs a kick to Joey's gut, but Joey catches her leg. Jenna corkscrews with another kick, breaking the hold. Jenna kips back up, Joey off balance a tad, and Jenna with a thrust kick, using those long legs to her advantage. There's another kick from Jenna, and a third right under Joey's chin. Joey starting to feel it you can tell, and Joey . . . slams his fists down on the mat. Jenna thrown off her feet by the impact of Joey's fists on the mat! Incredible! Joey's strength actually sent a tremor through the ring that knocked Jenna down, and . . . wait a minute. Joey, that ring is expensive! If you broke the pine it's coming out of your check!" MANSLAYER: "That level of power is incredible! He is akin to the great kaiju which regularly attack this one's homeland." FINEBERG: "I knew those movies were all really documentaries. Joey going on the attack, and he's got Jenna Jett by the arms and legs, performing an airplane spin. The release sends Jenna right over the top rope! Jenna Jett literally thrown from the middle of the ring to the floor! Simply unbelievable! Jenna Jett motionless on the outside, and Joey's leaning against the corner. I think he's proven his point, he's going to sit back and let Jenna get counted out. Well, not much of a match, but it looks like Joey proved his point here; Jenna Jett might be the most popular person in this world and the next, but he's still the strongest." MANSLAYER: "By a wide margin, this one would wager." FINEBERG: "You should never bet on pro wrestling, Manslayer." MANSLAYER: "Oro?" FINEBERG: "The ref is up to four on Jenna's count, and she has yet to stir after that unbelievable throw by Joey Steroidz. Wait, she's bringing her arm up, but honestly, it might be better for her if she stays down. Jenna sits up, the count is at seven . . . she's getting to her feet! Is she going to make it in time? Eight, Jenna turns to the ring. Nine, she makes a dive! Te - no, Jenna gets in just in the nick of time! This match will continue, but what could Jenna be thinking? She's clearly outmatched by Joey Steroidz' power. I'm not complaining, we've got time to fill, but I do worry about the well-being of my investments." MANSLAYER: "This one would hope we mean more to that to you than - " FINEBERG: "Anyway, back to the match, Joey Steroidz shaking his head, no doubt upset that Jenna isn't giving up. Joey picking up Jenna, and putting her right back down again with an enormous clothesline. He's got her on her feet again, and there's a hard Irish whip into the corner. The impact sends Jenna flipping over the top rope and onto the ring apron! Joey Steroidz shrugging his shoulders, telling these fans he doesn't like doing it, but she's the one who keeps coming back for more." MANSLAYER: "Like Godzilla when he attacks Tokyo." FINEBERG: "Exactly like that. Although if Jenna is Godzilla, Joey Steroidz is Oxygen Destroyer as he rolls his eyes at Jenna, who is standing up yet again and rolling in through the ropes. Jenna standing, a little shaky, and Joey delivers a big forearm to the head. Jenna fires back with a punch right between Joey's eyes. Joey with a right hook, Jenna ducks it, going behind, German Suplex! Jenna with a German Suplex to the 320-odd pound Joey Steroidz, and she kept her hands locked. She's dragging Joey back up, and another German Suplex! Two in a row, and Jenna's not done! She - *Wham!* *WHAM!* *WHAM!* *WHAM!!* *WHAM!!* *WHAM!!!* *WHAAMM!* *WHAAMM!* *WHAMMM!!!* *WHAMMM!!!* *WHAMMM!!!* *WHAAAAMMMMM!!!!* *WHAAAAMMMMMM!!!!!* - HITS FIFTEEN GERMAN SUPLEXES IN A ROW!" MANSLAYER: "The Jenna Jett appears to have exhausted herself with the effort! Was it enough to stay the fury of this human Mount Fuji?" FINEBERG: "Jenna does indeed look like she's worn herself out, and Joey Steroidz, that mensch, is getting up! He's got a look on his face like he's out on his feet, and he's walking like a drunk. Those suplexes might have thrown his entire brain out of whack, and now Steroidz is collapsing to the mat like his batteries just ran out. Jenna is crawling over, and she's going for a cover! The ref is in position, ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEALMOST! What a heartbreaker for Jenna Jett, Joey Steroidz manages to get the shoulder up after fifteen consecutive German Suplexes!" MANSLAYER: "That she was able to execute such a series of manuevers is what is truly brain-swelling." FINEBERG: "Mind-blowing, Manslayer. Brain swelling is a concussion, which Joey Steroidz might have, but he's hanging in there. He's getting to his feet, trying to shake off the effects of those suplexes, and Jenna putting in some boots to the back of his head. Joey continues to rise, and cuts Jenna off with a shove that knocks her off her feet. Jenna coming back up, and she goes right back to Joey. Joey stops her attack, and tosses Jenna into the air! He catches her coming down with a brainbuster! Amazing power by Joey Steroidz, and what incredible recovery time as well. He's shaking his head, still feeling those suplexes, but he's bringing Jenna to her feet as well. And there's a short arm clothesline, almost beheading Jenna, right into a cover. ONE! TWO!! THR- Jenna kicks out! Jenna still showing a lot of resilience here, but how much coal is left in the engine after Joey kicked out of those suplexes?" MANSLAYER: "When steam trains were first brought to Japan, many thought them to be powered by evil Oni." FINEBERG: "And I'm sure that's relevant in some fashion. Joey dragging Jenna Jett up again, and he's setting her up on the top turnbuckle. Tossing her onto it, really. Joey setting her up, but wait a second here, Jenna fighting out of this superplex attempt, hitting some stiff shots to Joey's gut. Jenna gets a good shot in, and now she's standing up on the turnbuckle, what's she gonna do - she flips over Joey Steroidz and grabs him in the air! Afterburner! A Super Afterburner! Jenna Jett with an Afterburner off the top rope on Joey Steroidz, and now Joey looks out of it!" MANSLAYER: "The agility of Jenna Jett rivals that of some of this one's fellow Asian's gymnastic teams!" FINEBERG: "That was indeed an incredible stunt pulled off by the over-6-foot-tall Jenna Jett. She's going up to the top rope, and Jenna looking for a moonsault on the prone Joey Steroidz. Wait, Joey getting back to his feet! Joey with a second wind out of nowhere, and here comes Jenna, and she's caught by Joey Steroidz in the air! Joey twirling her around, I think he's planning on hurling her out into the crowd this time! No, wait a second, Jenna Jett takes over the momentum - flying head scissors, but Joey Steroidz lands on his feet! Jenna comes down, and Joey runs a knee into her abdomen! Joey flipping up Jenna Jett for a powerbomb, no, hold on, Jenna escapes down the back. SCHOOL BOY . . . er, GIRL! JENNA ROLLS UP JOEY! ONE! TWO!! THREE! *DingDingDing!* PD: "And the winner of this match, via pinfall, SAINT JENNA!" FINEBERG: "Whoa-ho-ho! Who saw that coming? Joey Steroidz coming to his feet, and he looks appalled! Jenna's getting her hand raised, and Joey can't believe it! I don't think anyone is going to doubt that Joey is indeed the stronger of the two, but Jenna outmanuevered the big man and gets the W on this one. I think Joey just cracked a smile, the situation must seem pretty laughable to him as he bails out of the ring, and listen to this ovation for Jenna and Joey. Win or lose, these fans love the both of them." MANSLAYER: "And it is good to be loved by the people, and return that love in exchange." FINEBERG: "Yeah . . . you're off the announce team." MANSLAYER: "Oro?" FINEBERG: "You're just way too out there, Manslayer. No one's going to find you entertaining. Go back to my office and get the Tag Titles ready, in the meantime, we've got a tribute organized and paid for by me, and of course my expert technical staff whom I must mention for legal reasons, and while that's going on, I'm going to search for a new color man. The tribute to the NEFW's Tag Teams, coming up next!" MANSLAYER: "But this one was enjoying these comfortable seats . . . " |
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| LBSJ | May 30 2011, 07:34 PM Post #20 |
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(We cut to the back, more specifically the medical ward set up for the wrestlers. We see Blade, sporting a set of stitches in his forehead, and nearby Corona, nursing a bruise on his skull with an icepack. Scourge is nearby, being re-bandaged and disinfected as they check him over again to make sure all the glass is out and he's not still bleeding. The Crimson Christian and Fighting Mad Jesus are being released after receiving treatment, and we also see Hybrid Carnage and Team Canada hanging out, being gone over to make sure they didn't sustain injury during the Blair Witch Project Match. The head nurse in charge checks over her clipboard, letting out an expression of dismay as she raises her eyes up and looks at the people gathered in the room.) NURSE: "So let me get this straight . . . you ALL have a match in half an hour?" (The murmur of consensus which rises from the group causes the nurse to pinch the bridge of her nose as she grimaces. The camera fades out, and when the picture returns, the chords of Skid Row's "Youth Gone Wild" begins playing in accompaniment to the first part of the Tribute to the NEFW's Tag Teams.) Since I was born they couldn't hold me down Another misfit kid, another burned-out town (We are treated to the greats of the NEFW Tag Team scene. Beginning with the very first champs, the Bounty Hunters, we go on to see the Destroyers in action, as well as the Towers of Power and Pleasure and Pain. The short-lived NEFW Anthracite Tag Team Championships are seen being born by "Mr. Main Event" Chris Douglas and Creed.) Never played by the rules I never really cared My nasty reputation takes me everywhere ("Cold Kick" Dave Martin and "Iron Fist" James Paxton get pinned by Northern Exposure at Nuclear Fallout II, 1998. Judge and Jury are shown in action, and the duo of Puck & Pan proudly display their chiseled forms. Coko and Triple X get taken down by the Dream Team, and then Five Fingers of Death and the Ringmaster stand in front of the camera, gloating over their NEFW Tag Team Title victory.) I look and see it's not only me So many others have stood where I stand We are the young so raise your hands (Rude Dude and Mondo Somatic eye one another without a hint of trust between them, and the image changes to Johnny Demonic and Jesse Waltman doing much the same. The team of Twisted Steel picks up their first tag team title victory, and then Sex & Candy are shown gyrating for the ladies in the crowd outside of the ring.) They call us problem child We spend our lives on trial We walk an endless mile We are the youth gone wild (Hellfire and Brimstone are shown whipping The Warriors into one another, and then Team Canada poses in the ring with their newly-won Tag Team titles aloft. Heaven and Hell are shown wrestling in the ring, and then the visages of Twisted Steel take over the screen.) We stand and we won't fall We're the one and one for all The writing's on the wall We are the youth gone wild (The Wild Cards celebrate their hard-earned championship reign with "Diamondback" Chris Myers in the ring as The Syndicate steal Team Canada's jerseys. The Jackals run down to the ring to challenge Northern Exposure, and the Saints of Damnation make their first appearance together amidst a darkened arena with eerie lighting illuminating them.) Boss screamin' in my ear about who I'm supposed to be Getcha a 3-piece Wall Street smile and son you'll look just like me (Senton and Corona team up to form the Kings of All, and then Senton is replaced with Blade, and he and Corona hold up the tag team belts to become the first ever Grand Slam champions of the NEFW. Absolute Insanity and the New Broncos fight each other tooth and nail in a backlot brawl, and the crowd has shockwaves sent through it as Rasco Raines announces Deckard as his new tag team partner.) I said "Hey man, there's something that you oughta know. I tell ya Park Avenue leads to Skid Row." (Things seem to be set aright as we see Raines and Rein Engel together as the Menace 2 Sobriety, and then the scene changes to Little Blue Super Jew and Drunken Master, Racially Motivated Violence, giving the Ethnic Cleanser to an unfortunate Nailz. Mass Destruction battles it out with the Upstarts, and then those same Upstarts shock the world by becoming the Tag Team Champions.) I look and see it's not only me We're standin' tall ain't never a doubt We are the young, so shout it out (The Hawaiian Hitman and Big Kahuna fight against Total Eclipse for the NEFW's North American Tag Team Championships, and then Shock Factor look out towards the camera, evil intentions clearly on their minds.) They call us problem child We spend our lives on trial We walk an endless mile We are the youth gone wild We stand and we won't fall We're the one and one for all The writing's on the wall We are the youth gone wild (Phinished enters the ring looking to prove themselves to be hardcore, and then the Bounty Hunters square off against Genesis and Team Canada in a triple threat match for the belts. Team USA makes their debut, and then the urns containing the ashes of EMT and Paramedic pull off the greatest comeback in history to win the NEFW Tag Team Titles. Finally, a barrage of images strikes us all at once.) They call us problem child We spend our lives on trial We walk an endless mile We are the youth gone wild We stand and we won't fall We're the one and one for all The writing's on the wall We are the youth gone wild We are the youth gone wild (From the very beginning with the Bounty Hunters to the Disciplinarians and the Religious Radicalz, rapid-fire shots of the NEFW's tremendous tag team legacy fills the screen at length, and whether it be the Anthracite, North American, or the true NEFW Tag Team titles, the fans let the wrestlers know that they have appreciated every classic match, feud, and title bout to come their way as a result of the NEFW's tag team legacy.) |
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