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09-18-2010, 06:17 AM
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TNA Presents: COOL BREEZE
 PRESENTS...  The show opens with a shot of the outside of the arena.  The camera cuts inside, to a huge pyro display.       The camera pans over the crowd.      The camera cuts to the announce table.  VC: Welcome to Cool Breeze, live from the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California. Terrance: And what a show it will be. Called by TNA’s top announcer… Yours truly. VC: Well, can’t argue with the public vote. Let‘s toss it over to our Spanish-speaking colleagues, Jorge El Mango and Carlos Chiquita.  Jorge: Gracias Crippler y Terrance. Esperamos esta exposición tanto, especialmente el héroe de nuestra nación, El Kabong. Carlos: Ah sí, su guitarra es una cosa de leyendas. El hombre que robó pagará sin duda un precio pesado, pero esta noche nosotros veremos cuán bien prescinde de su arma predilecta.  Jorge: Empecemos la exposición. ¡Puedo contener apenas mi entusiasmo! ------------------------------- Match 1: Triple Threat Match: Hunk Hotbody vs. Kidd Jamison vs. Raymond Rose. A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME  No reaction for the newcomer.    VC: I wonder what the N stands for.    A drunken yokel heckles Raymond from the front row, and they exchange a few words.   OH YEAH, AND WATCH OUT FOR THE HOT NELSON  The silence continues.     Raymond watches the flexing, seemingly unimpressed.         I'M DONE KIDDING AROUND SPOILER: show  Yet more silence.   Yet again, Rose does not look impressed.     Staredown time.   *DING DING*  Hotbody suddenly starts flexing.   
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09-18-2010, 06:19 AM
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Kidd Jamison takes exception to this, clearing deeming it an act of "Kidding Around".
 He charges in.  Hunk ducks his attack and slaps on...  VC: THE HOT NELSON! Terrance: Mr. Jamison should've watched out for that.  Hunk cranks on the move.   Kidd starts to fade.   Rose chooses this moment to rush in and break up the move.    Hotbody starts to pull himself up.  Rose helps him.  Then lifts him onto his shoulders.   VC: THE PRUNING!   Raymond goes for the cover.   1... 2... 3! *DING DING DING*   VC: Nice debut win for Raymond Rose.  Result: Raymond Rose Wins via Pinfall. ------------------------------- Match 2: Tag Team Match: Hellfire Brimstone/Rampage vs. El Kabong/Rodney Oculus. KABOOOOOOOONG! SPOILER: show  A couple of Mexicans cheer.      SEEING IS BELIEVING  No reaction.       AHHHAHAHAHA!!! SPOILER: show  Minimal response.     GINGERS HAVE SOULS SPOILER: show  The near-silence continues.    *DING DING*   Suddenly...  ???: Hola, El Kabong.  ???: My identity will be revealed on Raw, when I smash your guitar over your head.   Rampage charges.   VC: SEEING RED!  Rampage covers.  1... 2... 3! *DING DING DING*   VC: Kabong is a bloody mess!   Result: Hellfire Brimstone/Rampage Win via Pinfall. ------------------------------- |
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09-18-2010, 06:20 AM
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Match 3: World Midcard Championship: Jeff Clark (c) vs. Trismegistus Smith.
1-2-3 GO!  Decent reaction for Triz.    ENTER THE GRINDER  Some boos for Clark.    VC: He sure loves that title. Say, Terrance, do you love anything? Terrance: I have but one true love. Unfortunately, she lives over three planes away, and has seventeen legs. VC: Sounds like my kinda gal.    Triz does not approve of Clark showing off the title.   He hands the belt to the referee.  *DING DING*  Jeff tells Triz to bring it on.   Smith immediately unloads right hands.     Clark ducks under one of them, and gets his opponent to the mat.   Jeff applies a modified elbow wrench.   He lets it go, and slaps the back of Smith's head.  Before going back to work on the arm.  Triz fights up again.  Clark whips him into the corner.  Smith tries to put on the breaks, but Clark catches him.   VC: What a slam! Big Jeff is dominating! Terrance: Big Jeff? I once owned a pet by that name. VC: What kind of animal was that? Terrance: It bore a surprising resemblance to your mother.  With Clark back on the elbow, Triz tries to free himself.  He only manages to fight up in the corner, where the beatdown continues.   Clark begins a stomp assault.   Clark shoves the ref aside, to get back on the attack.   He boots Triz down into the corner again, before grabbing the top rope.   He flies, but Smith rolls out of the way.   Triz catches Clark coming in.   He nails a dragon screw.   Smith keeps hold of the leg.    VC: He's settin' him up for the Tripod!    Triz locks the move in tight.   He strains, as Clark tries desperately to free himself.   With all the pressure, Smith overbalances himself and falls forward, allowing Clark to get on his back. 
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09-18-2010, 06:22 AM
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Jeff tries to drive Triz into the ropes, but the former Champ drops down and tips him over the top.
  Jeff is not pleased.  Smith immediately goes after him.    He catapults Clark into the ring post.  Smith picks up the Champ, and rolls him back into the ring.      Triz goes in after him.    VC: He's setting up the OCD!   Clark gets to his feet, and turns toward Triz.   Clark drops down and rolls up Triz.  1... Clark slides his feet onto the bottom rope.  2... 3! *DING DING DING*  Triz is distraught, as Clark rolls to the outside.   Smith begins to appear angered, as Clark grabs the belt.    VC: Jeff Clark wins again, with more underhanded tactics! And we still don't know if Jabba will grant Smith another shot!    The crowd show their disapproval, along with Triz, as Clark shows off his title.    Result: Jeff Clark Retains via Pinfall. ------------------------------- Match 4: Singles Match: Thunder vs. Damian Phoenix. GO FUCK YOURSELVES SPOILER: show  Negative reaction.       THUNDERSTRUCK  Nice pop for Thunder.         Staredown time.   *DING DING*  They tie up.  Thunder twists the arm.    He uses it to take Phoenix down.   Damian works back to his feet.   Phoenix continues to struggle. 
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09-18-2010, 06:24 AM
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 Thunder turns the arm behind the back.  Phoenix finally counters, into a roll-up.   1... 2... Kick-Out!   VC: I thought he had him, right there!  Both men are up, and Thunder whips Damian into the ropes.  Phoenix nails a nice flying kick.   He follows up with a moonsault.    The ref goes down to make the count.  1... 2... Kick-Out!  Damian runs the ropes.   Thunder prepares for him.  Phoenix runs right into a backdrop.  Thunder tards out for a second.  He whips Damian into the corner.   Phoenix bounces back off the turnbuckle, into Thunder's soft loving grasp.   VC: What a belly-to-belly!  Thunder covers.  The ref makes the count.  1... 2... Kick-Out!  Thunder moves in, but Phoenix grabs him by the head.  He chokes Thunder out in the ropes.  The ref forces him to stop.  Ref: Don't do that again! Do you hear me?!  Phoenix: Shove it, ass-faggot.   Damian grabs the ropes.  He springs himself off the top, into a moonsault.   Phoenix poses.  He covers.  1... 2... Kick-Out!  The referee tries to stop the rope choke.  He physically pulls Damian off.  Phoenix protests his innocence.  Thunder leaps up and grabs Damian by the arm, twisting it.   He lets it go, and stalks Phoenix.   Damian gets up, but backs right into a stiff German.   Thunder keeps his grip.   And nails another German.   He keeps his hands clasped.   And hits yet another German.   This time with a release.  Thunder covers.  1... 2... Damian counters into a submission.  The ref moves in for a closer look.  VC: What a move by Phoenix!  Thunder starts rocking back and forth.  He manages to free himself, landing back in a pinning position. 1... 2... Kick-Out!  Thunder stalks Damian. 
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09-18-2010, 06:26 AM
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 He tries to lift Phoenix up, but he is countered.   Damian tries to deliver a move, but Thunder rolls under and grabs his leg.   VC: The Thunderlock!  Thunder drops down, locking the move in tight.  Damian cries out in pain.  He tries desperately to reach the ropes.  *Tap-Tap-Tap*  *DING DING DING*  The crowd cheer, as Thunder celebrates a hard-fought win.  Result: Thunder Wins via Submission. ------------------------------- Match 5: Street Fight: Bobby Beamer vs. Slater. The camera cuts backstage, as Beamer is making his way to the entrance area.  Beamer: Time to end this.  Beamer: Once I beat this retard, it's time to-  Slater: PARTY-TIME, BOBBEH!  Slater: GOIN' DOWWWWN-ADOOO!   Slater rams Beamer into everything in their path.   He boots Bobby along the corridor.   Slater tries to stomp Beamer, but he rolls out of the way.   Bobby staggers into the parking lot.  Slater goes after him.   Slater walks into the middle of the parking lot.   *WHAM*   VC: HOLY S##T! BOBBY JUST LED SLATER INTO THE PATH OF ONCOMING TRAFFIC! Terrance: That scoundrel!  EMTs rush to attend to Slater.   Result: Match Never Started. ------------------------------- Match 6: Tag Team Titles: Danny Electric/Sober Joe (c) vs. Seymour/VIP. I GOTTA HAND IT TO YA  No reaction.      VC: So, did VIP's balls ever recover? Terrance: Not that I'm aware of.   PUSH IT TO THE LIMIT  The crowd give a nice pop.  Terrance: Perhaps it is time for Seymour to stand up and be a man... But, much more likely, it's time for him to be humiliated again.  YES WE CAN SPOILER: show  The crowd pop.        SHOCK. THE. WORLD. SPOILER: show  Nice pop for Danny.       The Champs hand their belts to the ref.   *DING DING*  VIP starts the match with Danny, and immediately ties up.  They take turns going behind.   Danny shoves VIP into the ropes.   He hops up and presses down on VIP's neck, with his boots. 
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09-18-2010, 06:27 AM
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 Danny brings VIP back up, and Irish whips him.     After three passes, Danny nails an impressive dropkick.  VIP lands near his corner, and makes the swift tag.  Seymour gets in and circles Electric.  The fresh man applies a headlock.   Danny fights up, and Seymour whips him into the ropes.  On the way back, Seymour catches him the Seymourcanrana.  He covers.   1... 2... Kick-Out!  Seymour whips Danny again.  He goes for an Oklahoma roll.   1... 2... Kick-Out!  Joe extends an arm, requesting a tag.  Danny accepts his offer.  Seymour immediately nails a dragon screw.    Joe pulls himself up in the corner.  Seymour performs an amazing handspring elbow.    Suddenly, VIP tags himself in.  VC: Seymour was on fire! Terrance: And he appears none too thrilled with Mr. Porter's actions.  VIP drags Joe to the mat.   He stars doing some kind of dance routine.       He runs the ropes.  By the time he gets back, Joe is fully recovered.   Joe snatches him up.   VC: THE DESIGNATED DRIVER!  Seymour looks on.  Joe doesn't have the energy to capitalise, so he tags in Danny.   Electric stalks VIP.  He grabs him.   VC: ELECTRIC SHOCK DROP!  Danny covers.  1... 2... 3! *DING DING DING*  Seymour is not impressed, as the referee brings the titles to Danny and Joe.   Electric mounts the corner, to celebrate the win.    Result: Danny Electric/Sober Joe Retain via Pinfall (Seymour Retains via not taking the fall). ------------------------------- Match 7: No DQ Match: James Steele vs. The Tank. DUCK AND COVER SPOILER: show   The crowd boo.          ALWAYS BET ON STEELE  Mixed, but mainly positive, reaction.  
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09-18-2010, 06:30 AM
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 Staredown time.   *DING DING*  Steele tries to fight out of the instant headlock.    He manages to twist out, and nail Tank with a facebreaker.   Steele drops down.   He rolls out of the ring, and searches under the apron.    VC: Uh-Oh...  Steele prepares to deliver a blow with the hammer, until the referee stops him.   VC: Ref, it's no disqualification! Terrance: I sense that this referee has been tampered with.   James gets in the ref's face.  Ref: I'm in charge around here, bub!  Steele: It's no disqualification, you piece of crap!  Ref: Get your hands off me, dickwad!   VC: Low blow to the ref!    VC: Twisted Steele to the ref!  Tank gets back to his feet, as Steele grabs the sledgehammer again.    *BLAM*   Steele throws in another shot, for good measure.  *BLAM*  After a quick pose, Steele allows the battered Tank to move.  He sets the big man up between his legs.  Steele gives up the move, as he spots someone coming out of the crowd.   Terminator slides into the ring, but doesn't spot that Steele has found a chair of his own.   *THWACK*  Steele goes to the outside, and rams Tank's leg into the ringpost.   Tank rolls outside in pain.  Steele gives him a couple of punches, and manages to get him down.  James rearranges the ring steps.  As Tank stands up, Steele grabs his head.  With James looking for the Twisted Steele, Tank counters.   He falls back and launches Steele into the post.    Tank pulls Steele up and knocks him into the crowd.  James crawls back over the barrier.   Tank charges at him. *SPLAT*  VC: HOLY S##T!  Tank pulls Steel up.  He walks him onto the steps, and grabs him by the throat.    *THUD*  VC: The table didn't break! Steele's internals organs must be shot!  Tank taunts the crowd with his hand.  Fan: YOU'RE OUT OF SHAPE!  Tank threatens the fan, as a new referee finally makes his way to the ring.   Tank spots Steele moving on the outside. 
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09-18-2010, 06:32 AM
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 He grabs a chair.   Steele slides in, armed with the chair.  He swings it, but Tank punches it back into his face.  *CRACK*  Tank smiles, as he stands over Steele's body.  He makes a cover.  1... 2... Kick-Out!  Tank can't believe it, as Steele gets back up in the corner.  Tank goes after him.  Steele delivers a brutal kick straight to the balls.  VC: THAT'S GOTTA HURT!  Tank collapses in agony.  Steele looks around, still a bloody mess.  He heads outside.   Tank starts to recover, as James pulls something from under the ring.   VC: Another sledgehammer!   Steele stares into the soul of the weapon.  He climbs into the ring, and holds it aloft.   He struggles to keep his balance, with the massive blood loss, and uses the ropes to hold himself up.   He turns and heads for Tank.  But is caught by the throat.   VC: THE MORTARIZER!   Tank covers.  1... 2... 3! *DING DING DING*  The crowd boo, as Tank removes his strap.   He goes down, and holds up Steele's bloodied face, for the crowd's benefit.   He lets go, and removes his other strap.    Tank leaves the ring, as Steele starts to come around.   Result: The Tank Wins via Pinfall. ------------------------------- Match 8: Singles Match: Madman vs. Michael Vincent Parsons.      The crowd go nuts.      THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS RATED M  Seriously mixed reaction for the Mad one.       VC: These two are ready to fight! Terrance: Would they be out here if they weren't, you nitwit?      Staredown time. 
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09-18-2010, 06:35 AM
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 *DING DING*  They take turns going behind.   MVP applies a headlock.  He uses it to shove Madman down.  He then takes Madman into the corner.  Mad reverses, and whips him across the ring.  On his way back, Madman nails a big shoulder block.  MVP is sent rolling to the outside and smacks his head on the announce table.  Madman goes out after him.  MVP nails Mad with a stiff elbow to the gut.  MVP tries to whip Madman into the ring apron, but he is reversed, and rolled into the ring.   MVP is up quick, and boots Madman down.  MVP nails a big stomp to the shoulder.  He pulls Madman up.  MVP tries to send him into the corner.  Mad counters with a couple of powerful right hands.  MVP staggers, and Mad goes up top.  MVP hops up with him.  Mad jumps down and trips his opponent.  Madman clims back up.  He flies, but MVP catches his legs.  VC: He's goin for the Induction!  Madman reaches under and grabs a leg.   1... 2... MVP reverses into a pin of his own.  1... 2... Madman counters back.  1... 2... Kick-Out, followed by a big kick to the jaw.   MVP wastes no time in going back to the Induction.   VC: He's got it locked in!   MVP cranks back on the move.   VC: HE'S GONNA TAP!   The referee forces MVP to break the hold.  MVP slides out the ring.  He grabs a leg, but Madman shoves him away.   Madman gets on the apron.  He leaps, knocking MVP down again.   Madman gets back to his feet.  After clearing a table, he rolls MVP onto it.  Madman climbs onto the other announce table, as MVP starts to get up.   VC: What's Madman gonna do here?! Terrance: I would consult the spirits, but I fear their response would come too late to answer your question.   The crowd get to their feet in anticipation.   Madman charges.   VC: PSYCHO-CRUSHER TO THE FLOOR!  Madman rolls away from the carnage.  MVP struggles to move.  Madman drags him up, and rolls him into the ring. 
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09-18-2010, 06:36 AM
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 MVP rolls further into the ring, clutching his knee.  Madman is on him quickly, and hooks the leg.  1... 2... KICK-OUT!  Madman rolls him up again.  1... 2... KICK-OUT!  After a temporary rage, Madman regains his composure and stalks MVP.   Suddenly, someone appears on the ring apron.  Job: Over here, Dingus!   Job: I'm gonna, like, kick your ass. For serious.  There referee tells Job to get off the apron.  Ref: Get off the apron!  Job: That's like, totally not cool, sissy-pants referee.  Job: You didn't even, like, see me. People know it.  Madman turns back, in time to see MVP getting up.  Madman charges.   At the last second, MVP sidesteps the attack.  Madman was able to put on the breaks, but MVP sets up behind him.   VC: THE INITIAL IMPACT!  MVP covers.  The ref slides over to make the count.  1... 2... 3! *DING DING DING*  The crowd go wild.  Madman opens his eyes in time to see MVP celebrating on the ramp.   Result: MVP Wins via Pinfall. ------------------------------- Match 9: Last Man Standing Match: Havok vs. Innovator. DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU...  The crowd give a negative reaction.       REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH  The crowd go wild.       Inno removes his shirt.   Staredown time.   *DING DING* Inno immediately gets Havok in the corner, and delivers some big knees.   He allows the big man to drop.  Inno tosses Havok through the ropes.   Havok manages to stay on the apron.   Innovator flips him back in.     Havok punches Inno in the stomach, sending him reeling into the ropes.   Havok pulls Inno into the middle of the ring, and starts tugging at the mask.   He manages to rip it off.  VC: The mask is off! Terrance: I sense a lawsuit coming.  They tie up.  Havok shoves Inno to the corner.   He whips Inno across the ring.  And knocks him down with a big clothesline. 
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09-18-2010, 06:39 AM
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 Havok applies a camel clutch.   VC: Submissions won't do any good, in a last man standing match. Terrance: One would assume he is trying to wear his opponent down. VC: Hmm... Why didn't I think of that? I shouldn't be leaving the intelligent wrestling insight to a freakin' wizard.  Havok breaks the hold.  He sets Inno up.  Innovator grabs the ropes, to avoid the bomb.  Inno uses his leg strength to send the big man into the turnbuckle.  Havok staggers around the ring, as Inno hops up top.  He flies.  Havok has it scouted, and boots him in the gut.    VC: Here it comes!   VC: H-Bomb!  Havok tells the referee to start counting.   Ref: 1... 2... 3...  Ref: 4... 5...  Ref: 6...   Havok goes back on the attack.  Havok runs Inno into the corner, and places him on the top rope.  Innovator suddenly hooks Havok's arms.       VC: PURE INNOVATION!  The ref starts counting.  Ref: 1... 2... 3... 4...  Ref: 5... 6... 7...  Ref: 8... 9...  Havok just gets up in time.  Inno can't believe it.  Innovator charges in.  Havok dodges, sending him over the top.   The ref starts another count.  Ref: 1... 2... 3... 4... 5...  As Inno gets up, Havok heads outside and grabs the ring steps.  He brings them into the ring, along with Inno. He grabs Inno.    VC: This can't be good...   *CLUNK*  VC: HOLY S##T! H-BOMB ON THE STEEL FREAKIN' STEPS!  Ref: 1... 2... 3... 4...  Ref: 5... 6... 7... 8...   Inno briefly gets to his feet, enough to break the count, before collapsing again.  Havok heads outside for some hardware.   VC: Uh-oh...   He slides back in, and goes to work.   *THWACK* *THWACK*  Havok stands over Innovator's motionless body.   The ref starts counting. Ref: 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7...  8... 9...  VC: WHAT IS IT GONNA TAKE TO KEEP INNO DOWN?! 
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09-18-2010, 06:40 AM
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 Innovator uses the ropes to support himself.  Havok flies into a rage.   He measures up Inno for a second.  He charges.  Inno lands a huge kick to the face.  It sends Havok to the outside.   Inno goes out after him, and rams his head into the ring bell.  *DONG* Inno comes at Havok with a chair, but the big man charges.   *CRASH*   Havok checks for missing teeth.  He then starts pummelling away.   Inno manages to squirm free, and both men get up.  They wrestle into the crowd.    Havok tips Inno over a barrier.  They continue to brawl, into the back.  Inno leads Havok outside.   Inno throws a kick, but Havok catches it.  He scoops him up and slams him into the front of a truck.  *CLUNK*  Inno falls down next to a pond, and Havok tries to stomp him into it.  Inno slips out and manages to hoist Havok onto his shoulders.    *SPLASH*  VC: HOLY S##T!  VC: INNOVATOR JUST TOSSED HAVOK INTO THE WATER!   While Inno turns his back to celebrate, he doesn't spot Havok climbing out of the water.   Havok clobbers Inno, and the duo brawl back inside the arena.   Havok takes Inno onto the stage, and starts ramming his head into things.   He then goes down and starts unloading right hands.   He lets him up, and reverts back to smashing him into objects.   Inno counters, and turns the tables on Havok.  Inno takes a few groggy steps out onto the stage.  Havok is close behind him.  He charges.   *CRASH*  VC: HOLY F##KIN' S##T!   Crowd: HOLY S##T! HOLY S##T!  The ref starts to count both men.  Ref: 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... Havok starts to emerge from the wreckage.  7... 8... VC: Can Havok get up in time?! 9...  Havok gets to his feet, just as the refree counts... Ref: TEN! *DING DING DING* Havok collapses back down in a heap.  Result: Havok Wins via 10 Count. ------------------------------- Main Event: World Heavyweight Championship: Nowhere Man (c) vs. Manny Rattum. MY NAME IS MANNY RATTUM SPOILER: show    The crowd boo the house down.    Fans: BOOOOOOO!!!    Fans: YOU SUCK BALLS!!!   
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09-18-2010, 06:42 AM
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     BOW DOWN BEFORE THE ONE YOU SERVE YOU'RE GOING TO GET WHAT YOU DESERVE SPOILER: show  The crowd go ape.  Crowd: NOWHERE RULES!!!     Nowhere Man slaps the hands of several fans, on his way to the ring.      Manny does not look impressed.   Nowhere Man hands his belt to the referee.  Staredown time.   *DING DING*  Manny gets the jump on NM, forcing him into the corner.   The referee forces a break.  Manny does not follow the instructions, and goes on the attack.    The ref finally pries him off, by threatning to DQ him.  Ref: I'll DQ ya!  Manny pulls NM up.  Nowhere reverses, and rams Rattum's head into the turnbuckle.   Nowhere then whips Manny across the ring.  Rattum shows great agility by leaping back over the onrushing NM's head.    But Nowhere Man quickly gets back in position, and hits a backdrop.    Manny is up quickly, but is met with a clothesline.   Rattum rolls to the outside, drawing boos from the crowd.   VC: Manny wants no part of Nowhere Man's offence! Terrance: He is displaying great intelligence, if you ask me. Allowing the Champion to build momentum would not be beneficial to the challenger.  NM goes out after him.  He grabs Manny by the head.  And smashes him into the guard rail.  *WHACK*  *WHACK*  The referee starts counting them out, so NM attempts to roll Manny back into the ring.  Manny puts on the breaks, and shoves NM into the apron.  Both men get back to their feet.   Manny uses the ring steps for elevation, to deliver a flying kick to the head.    VC: Impressive move!  Manny pulls NM up, and rolls him back into the ring.   He immediately follows, and applies a rear chinlock.   Manny allows NM to stand up, before nailing a dropkick.     He covers.  1... Kick-Out!  Manny delivers a flying knee drop.   He then goes back to the chinlock.   He gives it up, and delivers a stomp. 
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09-18-2010, 06:44 AM
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A member of the audience starts taunting Rattum.
 Fan: YOU HAVE TINY NIPPLES!  VC: That was a sick burn.  NM gets back up, with Manny distracted.  He shoves Rattum into the corner.  NM charges in.  But Manny throws a well-timed elbow.  Rattum hops up top.  And flies.    1... 2... Kick-Out!   Nowhere Man is quickest to react, forcing Manny into the corner.  He starts to put a beating on him.   He brings Rattum away from the ropes, and works him over with stomps.    NM backs off, and allows Manny to get up in the corner.  He stalks him.  VC: Something wicked...  VC: This way comes!  NM lines up for another. VC: Something wicked, again...  This time, Manny dodges, pulling the referee into his place.   VC: And down goes the ref! Terrance: If either man wishes to cheat, now would be an opportune moment.   As NM gets back up, Manny rushes him.  NM sees him coming, and grabs the legs.     VC: Manny is about to enter the Maelstrom!  Manny frantically tries to reach the ropes.   He is unable to reach, and has no choice but to tap.  *Tap-Tap-Tap*  VC: The ref is still out of it!  After finally reaching the ropes, Manny pulls himself to the ring post, in an effort to escape the move.   Nowhere Man keeps the move locked in for a few more seconds, with the referee still down.  NM pulls Manny back into the ring, and releases the hold.  He looks down in anger.   NM calls out to the crowd, who are going nuts.  Manny struggles to his feet.  NM stalks him.   He grabs Manny by the head.  VC: Here comes the Raftershock!  Suddenly, Manny slides out the back door, and reverses the position.     VC: THE NAME COLLAR!  Manny rolls NM over.  Finally, another referee sprints into the ring. Just in time to make the count.   1... 2... 3! *DING DING DING*  VC: WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION! HOLY S##T!   The crowd boo, as Manny celebrates.  The referee brings him the title belt.   He shows it off to all sides of the arena.   Manny kisses the belt, as Double Talk comes down to congratulate him.  They look over NM's body.   They leave the ring, and Manny kisses the belt, while staring directly at Nowhere Man.   The crowd continue to boo, as the show goes off the air.  Result: Winner by Pinfall, AND NEW World Heavyweight Champion: Manny Rattum. ------------------------------- |
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09-18-2010, 06:44 AM
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Gnome Laughing Matter
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 LIVE FROM SEATTLE, WASHINGTON SENTINEL APPRECIATION NIGHT FOR JABBA'S AMUSEMENT, 6-MAN TAG NOWHERE MAN/MADMAN/INNOVATOR vs MVP/DANNY ELECTRIC/SOBER JOE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP SEYMOUR (c) vs THE TANK PUNISHMENT MATCH HAVOK vs VIP SINGLES MATCH JAMES STEELE vs TERMINATOR SINGLES MATCH (PARKING LOT WILL BE SEALED) BOBBY BEAMER vs SLATER TAG TEAM FATAL 4-WAY FOR #1 CONTENDERSHIP RED HOT: RAMPAGE/HELLFIRE BRIMSTONE vs BULGING EYE-CEPS: RODNEY OCULUS/MYSTERY PARTNER vs TAP OR SNAP: THUNDER/JEFF CLARK vs TAG TEAM #4: KIDD JAMISON/DANTE MONTAGUE TRIZ MUST EARN ANOTHER REMATCH TRISMEGISTUS SMITH vs RAYMOND ROSE SINGLES MATCH DAMIAN PHOENIX vs EL KABONG ********CARD******** Last edited by NoJabbaNoBogRoll; 09-23-2010 at 05:10 AM. |
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09-18-2010, 09:57 AM
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Zombified
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Epic show and I just want to say thanks for all the hard work everyone does and constant uploading and thinking and creativity to make the C-FED run, especially, Jabba, Nowhere Man, Afterlife, XL and all the behind the scene writers. Good job everyone. LETS KEEP IT UP!!! RAWS CARD looks very interesting. Promo coming soon.
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09-18-2010, 10:18 AM
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Getting Better.
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 Hello, faithful TNA audience. I am your new World Heavyweight Champion, Manny Rattum.  Nowhere Man pushed me and pushed me, doing his damnedest to get under my skin. Well, I certainly hope he got everything he was looking to gain. Because I'll tell you right now, I sure as hell came out of it like a god damn bandit.  Not only did I claim the greatest prize of them all for Jabba... But, as I took the title belt into my hands and gazed down upon the broken remains of TNA's painted relic, I had pretty much everything I could ask for. It was a truly beautiful moment.  Now, I realize, this is going to be a period of adjustment for many in the locker room and for a lot of you at home. Watching your favorite Marcel Marceau wannabe fall in battle is hard enough, I'm sure, but now you've got to join him in facing reality.  The Sentinels are ushering in the new era in TNA. Jabba is our Overlord, and he will guide us into the future. Nowhere Man can not save you from the inescapable.  Neither can Steele, Madman, Innovator, Danny Electric-- you know the list.  There is no stopping the future; there is no stopping the inevitable.  My name is Manny Rattum. And there's no... stopping... me. |
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09-18-2010, 10:21 AM
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Future Endeavored
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I second what Nate just said. Incredible show.
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09-18-2010, 11:31 AM
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Getting Better.
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THE FOLLOWING
SUPERSTAR IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY:  MADD VICTIM SERVICES! WE HELP SURVIVORS SURVIVE! AND NOW HEEEEEEEERE'S YOUR HOST!  *The crowd goes nucking futs for Beamer*  BADMOUTH! BADMOUTH! BADMOUTH! BADMOUTH!  GOOOOOOOD EVENINNNNNG TEEEEE ENNNNN AAAAY!!!  Coooool... Breeeeeeze... The night when I was supposed to even the score with Seymour's dirty worker and finally put all this convoluted crap behind me. Alas, my Loyal Listeners, we've hit yet another bump in the road.  Instead of waiting for the match, Slater jumped me from behind for the second time and managed to toss me around backstage before shoving me into the parking lot. I guess he passed on my implant advice.  And what happens when the dumbass walks into an on-coming car? Not only does his brain get rattled -- if that can happen -- but I get the blame. In true Seymour fashion, one of his friends attacks me and gets hurt, and now people try to lay it all on me, regardless of the facts.  *Booooooooooo* I know! I'm getting a little fed up with it, myself!  Well, here's the deal, Slater: you must be one resilient bastard, because I get to face you next week on Raw. And this time, there's no weapons, no sneak attacks, no....sunday drivers. Just you, me and the ring.  I don't know about you, big fella, but I'm rrrrrreally lookin' forward to it! Because once I legitimately beat your ass, I'm gonna send you runnin' back to your boss and I'm finally moving on!  Save me a spot in the Rebel Alliance, Danny! After a little light work on Raw, I'll be standing right behind you! |
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09-18-2010, 11:48 AM
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Inno Knows.
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Great show. Promo coming on Page 6
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09-18-2010, 11:57 AM
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Hockey Superstar
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That was an awesome show. Good job everybody.
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09-18-2010, 01:18 PM
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2012 Tipsters 4th Place
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Amazing show. Great Job writing on all the matches. That was epic.
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09-18-2010, 01:24 PM
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Awesome show.
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09-18-2010, 01:43 PM
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 "The show was called Cool Breeze, but Kidd Jamison and Hunk Hotbody felt the winds of change. Don't you dare feel sorry for them though. They got to be apart of history. In fact, all of you did."  "So when you go back to your fat, sloppy spouses; dead end jobs; and kids you wish you'd aborted when you had the chance..."  "Do so with a smile on your face. Walk a little taller... add some swagger to your steps because..."  "Even though you're all utter failures and your parents are probably disappointed in you... at least you can be proud knowing you were apart of the first chapter in the 'Book of Greatness' being written by me..."  "And as for you Trismegistus Smith... if you spent less time sticking your wick in your opponent's personal effects and more time focusing on your opponent, maybe you'd be a champion..."  "Then again, if these prostitutes that dare to call themselves backstage interviewers are to be believed, you should be used to coming up short."  "When Jabba put you in a match with me, he handed down a death sentence on any hope you had of competing for the World Midcard Championship... You just hit your glass ceiling boy..."  "I'm Raymond Rose... and you're all welcome." Last edited by Next Big Thing; 09-18-2010 at 03:36 PM. |
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09-18-2010, 04:59 PM
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Oh no, there goes Tokyo.
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 Nowhere Man: It is never an easy thing.......admitting fault. Dismissing a problem, inflating your own image, making yourself out to feel invincible, only to realize that maybe......just maybe.....you were wrong.  I beat Manny Rattum into a pulp. I took what offense he was able to throw at me and returned it in kind.  I made him tap out in my clutches, just as I said I would.  And still, it makes no difference. Inno failed in his quest for HavoK's destruction. MadMan failed to get past Parsons. Steele failed to stop the Tank. And in the end, Manny has walked away with the World Championship, meaning that I have failed as well.  After such catastrophe, it is only natural to reflect, to find an answer as to what went wrong. Perhaps I underestimated Manny's ability, and the Sentinels' lust for control. Perhaps I made a miscalculation in my plans, encountered an unexpected development for which I had no contingency plan.  Perhaps, though, it is something far more straightforward. Perhaps I have simply grown too old.  It is a truth that no one ever truly wishes to face, the knowledge that one's abilities and faculties are not what they once were. The erosion of time eventually makes even the strongest of us brittle, the wisest and most enlightened into gibbering shadows of themselves. Perhaps this defeat is a sign that Jabba has won all along, that all that remains is to perform for his amusement until I have nothing left in me. Perhaps I no longer have it in me to withstand the tides of change, to smite the unworthy. Perhaps it is simply my time. Then again.........perhaps it is not..... |
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09-18-2010, 05:21 PM
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Hockey Superstar
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 Clark: Hey, how's it going?  Clark: As you probably all know by now, I managed to hold on to my WORLD Midcard Championship at Cool Breeze, just like I said I would. This shows once again that when I say that I will do something, I just go out there and do it. It's a simple way of thinking, really, but I'm not going to make a promise if I'm going to break it.  Clark: As for Triz Smith, I am glad to see that he will need to deserve his title shots from now on, instead of simply getting rematches handed to him on a silver platter. Being tired of Smith's antics, I give my full support to Raymond Rose, a man who seems to be honest, respectable and honestly, quite handsome.  Clark: So Ray, I wish you the best of luck in your match at Raw. I've been the rookie before, I know how hard it is to get some credibility around here. This is why I wanted to mention you and give you the so-called "Grinder Bump". That will get people talking about you. Let's now move on to the real point I wanted to discuss...  Clark: ...#1 CONTENDERS MATCH FOR THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP, BITCHES!  Clark: That's right! I wake up this morning, fresh from a successful title defense, and then I learn that I'll get a chance to get a chance to win the Tag Team Championship? That's like going to the Dairy Queen, ordering two cookie dough blizzards and then discovering that they're all out of ice cream for the second one, so they'll just give you a god damn bucket of unbaked cookie dough instead.  Clark: That's awesome. On top of awesome.  Clark: I don't really know much about my partner Thunder, but I do know he is a world-class athlete. I saw what you did to Damian Phoenix, and I know that he and I will go places. I truly feel like I am in good company with this man. In short, I feel like as if I was Han Solo, and I just found my Chewbacca.  Clark: Now I know you may not be as hairy as Chewbacca, but I'm confident that you're just as strong and clever, and you probably have superior communication skills. That's why I know we'll beat them all! Oculus, Hotbody, Jamison, Rampage, Hellfire Brimstone... They're all going down. With my ankle lock... and your ankle lock, it will be a massacre!  Brimstone: Did someone say my name? Clark: ...I may have briefly mentioned it, yeah.  Brimstone: You should know... ha ha... that I don't take kindly to people talking thrash behind my back! Clark: Yeah, and I don't really like strangers sneaking up behind me, and you did it anyway. That's creepy dude. We're both guilty here.  Brimstone: There will be a lot of people in this match... lots of bodies to break and people to hurt. I love that.  Clark: I know dude... I can already feel your boner. Brimstone: ...it's just my wallet. Clark: ...you're wearing tights. I really want to go away right now. Last edited by Kapoutman; 09-18-2010 at 09:40 PM. |
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09-18-2010, 05:50 PM
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Time to Nut Up or Shut up
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I GOTTA HAND IT TO Ya
VIP makes his way down to the ring.  VIP: You know it's been a while since I was here. It seems like every single week I am thrown with impossible odds. As if God is somewhere up there laughing his ass off at me. Even when I am in a team or a tag team. It's always been about me looking out for me. I am okay with that. Because I know this will pay off for me. One way or another this will pay off for me.  I worked my ass off to be number 1 fuck the TNA title. Fuck respect, fuck everything. I am sick and tired of being treated like a doormat, I am sick of having to look out for number 1. And now I am put in some "punishment" match with Havoc? Let's look at the facts here people my so called team won't be there to back me up so I'll just have to do this my own way yet again. And get my ass handed to me yet again.  It brings me to question, what am I being punished for? For being TNA'S whipping boy? Or maybe it's because no matter what path I take there's always some kind of detour or dead end or barrier in my way. Be it a Tag Team, or a stable, or a star, or a jobber, or a fucking custodian I will always be remembered as the guy who got his balls shrunk by Seymour.  It feels kinda ironic to me, I mean if I remember correctly my best homie J Dogg got his balls blown off. And I got my balls shrunk. Even in death J Dogg mocks me. Oh, by the way speaking of my balls they are as healthy and as big as ever. They turned a slight blueish/greenish color but other then that my "Boys" are aight.  I am not really one who believes in living in the past. So, balls aside , teams aside, stables aside, title aside, I am gonna get in to that match and do my best to win on Raw. But , if the Sentinals don't got my back, if the crowd don't got my back, if the announcers don't got my back, then I guess it leaves me no choice but to get up off that mat and say "Havoc I gotta hand it to ya" . Know this though I will be a name feared by TNA. It might be as a Tag Team Champ or it might just be a Lackey but I promise you this is one playa who is just not comfortable with settling for the Status Quo |
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09-18-2010, 08:07 PM
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Dangle
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Goddamn fucking amazing show. Promo up tonight or tomorrow.
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09-18-2010, 10:22 PM
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Inno Knows.
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ALLOW ME TO REINTRODUCE MYSELF
 MY NAMES INNO VC: Theres Inno, beautiful face and all! Terrance: Anything you want to tell me VC?  I'll give it to him. I put him through hell for 3 years, and I'm man enough to give him his day in the spotlight.  He speared me off the ramp over there, I laid in the hospital bed all night...but this morning got up.  I got up to a Civil Complaint waiting for me on my doorstep for violating the mask clause, even though Havok tore it off in the first place. I have a great lawyer who will fight this with me, but thats a story for another time.  This RAW, The Nobodies face the Rebel Alliance. For Jabba's own amusement.  Jabba you've tried everything you can do to break my spirit since you took over control, the only thing you've done is added fuel to the fire that is Inno's career.  The World's Heavyweight Championship doesn't belong in the hands of the Sentinels, much less in the hands of Manny Rattum. I will do everything in my power to make sure it comes home.  Manny, you will get The Nobody Adjustment sooner or later, and that is a promise. Inno is making a statement on RAW, and I don't care whose expense it's at. |
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09-19-2010, 01:36 AM
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Dangle
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The Commercial Ends With Damian in The Ring
 *BOOOOOOOOOO* Damian: Shut the fuck up  Damian: What happened in my match was unexpected, something I was definitely not expecting at all.  Damian: Who wrestles a match expecting to get raped like some altar boy left all alone with a Catholic priest.  Damian: I know none of you dumbasses noticed anything, but I was groped like a ten dollar whore during the match. That's something no one expects... ...or wants from a guy named Thunder. Everything was going well in the match, I was controlling, toying with the bastard and I slipped up and he hits me with a belly to belly suplex and I could have swore he grabbed my ass. I thought at the time it was a mistake.  Damian: Until he went for the Hitlerplexes and I felt something press against my asscheeks. His cock, all three inches was hard as a rock.  Damian: What the hell, a hardon? Christ my first thought was to leave the ring as soon as possible and get away from the goddamn faggot. I should have but decided to finish the match and give the cocksmoker his due for costing me the title.  Damian: As we are rolling on the mat, he reaches down and fondles my penis. Christ what a fucking fag. He then puts me in that thing he calls the Thunderlock, was that supposed to hurt? I tapped as fast as I could lest I get anal raped on national television. So Thunder if you think the better man won, you are far from right. The biggest fucking faggot in the federation won.  Fan: Didn't you lose though? Damian: Fuck you |
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09-19-2010, 04:15 AM
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Oh no, there goes Tokyo.
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 Sonny: Hey, great work calling the show, Terrance! You were definitely on your A-game out there!  Terrance: Yes, I was more pleased than the Order of the Deep Ones when they were granted passage into the Sunken City of Rl'yeh.  Sonny: And hey, Seymour held onto the Intercontinental Title! I mean, it's a shame he didn't get to win the Tag Team gold, but at least he didn't get pinned for his own belt, and that's kinda like winning, right, Seymour?  Seymour: Yeah, that's.....really something.  Dementia: I got Slater run over, though! This wasn't supposed to happen! Seymour: Slater's a big guy, Dee, and he's been run over like a hundred times. I'm pretty sure he's immune to it by now. He'll be able to deal with Bobby, and if he doesn't, then I will. But first? I'm going up against the Tank, so I need to focus on that.  Sonny: Yeah, you might wanna watch out for him. He's, y'know, a whole lot bigger than you, and he has the Sentinels backing him up. That's not gonna be easy. I suggest we start strategizing on ways to cheat right now.  Seymour: Come on, Sonny, I don't want to cheat. I just want to get in a decent, legitimate title defense for once. I know Tank's freaking huge, but I've faced big guys like that before, nothing I'm not used to.  Evil Seymour: Okay, but what about the Sentinels? They've still got HavoK, Terminator, VIP, Double Talk, and Manny Rattum, and he's the freaking World Champion now!  Seymour: ......wait, what was that last part?  Evil Seymour: Yeah, you didn't see that? Manny's the World Champion now, so Jabba's kind of got everything he wanted. I guess that's good for us former NCW guys, right? Seymour: ........I'm gonna need a minute. Ummm, talk amongst yourselves.  Sonny: .....huh. Wonder why that's such a sore spot for him.  Dementia: I dunno, after I got my hands on him last night after his match, I wouldn't be surprised if he's got a whole bunch of sore spots.  Sonny: ......ew. |
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09-19-2010, 04:30 AM
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Dangle
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09-19-2010, 06:50 AM
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Getting Better.
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CODENAME: TERMINATOR
 *Terminator appears to a fairly negative reception*  XL9-S1P: As you learned at Cool Breeze, Jabba's collection of resistance warriors will not stand for the occupation of you and your kind.  My attempt to assist The Tank in his effort was found lacking. But my fervor to rid this system of Kaleetil scum shall not be waned.  It is my mission to expel you, XL9-S1P. And I always complete my missions.  Fear not, James Steele! For your liberation is at hand! At Raw, I will do as Jabba has ordered:  At Raw, I'm coming to save you. |
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09-19-2010, 10:28 AM
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Zombified
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 Ladies and Gentlemen, I am standing here with The Tank. You were victorious over James Steele in a No Disqualification match last night. How do you feel?  Hey, I'm feeling great, aside from the damage The Tank endured from the "New" and "Improved" James Steele. I gotta hand it to him though...he gave me his best but it just wasn't good enough and in the end, I prevailed.  Congrats to Manny also who won the TNA Championship! I knew the kid had it in him and HavoK, with a K, is still the HUMAN WRECKING BALL!  Looks like The Sentinels get the Royal treatment next Raw. Jabbas gonna enjoy it when the Rebel scum and Nobodies are forced to fight against each other. You can bet we will be making sure that YOU WILL BE BEATING THE HELL OUT OF EACH OTHER!  That's Great! Did you know you also have an Intercontinental Title Match against Seymour Buttz?  Yeah, I seen that. I like the guy. He is about to be a dad. I wish I could settle down like him. He's gonna have to. Dementia seems to be a lot to handle. I could help him. I'll take the title off his hands without a having a match. What do you say, man?  This way you won't have all this pressure on you. I'll take off some of the weight. Let the Tank...be your friend.  One last thing, Lots of fans believe James Steele would of been the winner if it wasn't for Terminators interference.  Well, let me make it clear to you and everybody right now. Lets just say The Terminator accomplished his mission objective...  And he did exactly what was intended. |
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09-19-2010, 01:51 PM
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EL MERO MERO!
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Slater is SO SURIOUS.
MEANWHILE, UNDERGROUND OF THE
REMAINING BAYSIDE HIGH...  I GOT RAN OVER AGAIN. I DIDN'T COME TO TNA TO GET RUN OVER... AGAIN! Slater may feel abit of pain still, but I won't be the only one feelin' the pain...  HE WILL!! WELCOME, NERD... TO THE HAUNTED REMAINS OF BAYSIDE HIGH!! BWHAHAHA!!! I'M A HEEL AND STUFF! Voice: No, you're not...  Huh? Who said that?? Is the one who called me? To stop Billy Beamington!? Who are you? OH, THE PAIN I WILL CAUSE! YOU JUST DON'T KNOW! I USED TO FIGHT ON THE STREETS!! I ALSO USED TO WAIT FOR THE BUS ON THE STREETS TOO! Wait... I knows who it was...  THAT VOICE IS YOURS, MY OTHER CAPTIVE NERD! BWHAHAHA! I AM SO EVIL RIGHT NOW! Guy: Please let me go, Slater! I have a wife and um... son? Slater: NO! Sorry, bro.   Plus... I know you haven't gotten laid... EVER! 'Cause you know... you're a nerd and stuff. Slater gets laid though ALL THE TIME! I'm a drummer you know and drummers get laid all the time! Look at that guy from Def Leppard! JUST LOOK AT HIM!!  NERD, LOOK AT HIM! HE ONLY HAS ONE ARM! THE DRUMMER FROM DEF LEPPARD ONLY HAD ONE ARM!! ARMMM!! Oh, I'm gonna beat up Beamington and stuff. But first, I'm gonna get you and your nerdy friend too. I found you guys in the parking lot. Maybe you guys drove that car... Or maybe Billy did, who knows?!? OOOH ANOTHER TNA MYSTERY! LET'S CALL SCOOBY DOO!  Whoever it was... I will bring them pain. The same kind I'mma do to Beam-a-doo! I gave you both nipple pinches, and swirlies, and indian burns. THERE ARE STILL NOOGIES AND WEDGIES TO GO! BWHAHA! But that's only the start. You hear me, nerd on table??  At Raw is Groovy, I will beat you Bobby Beaniebaby! No streets! No cars! Just you... and me... and the referee... And the fans....  Oh... and good ol' Miss Bliss over here! Say hello, Miss Bliss! Miss Bliss: ...... Slater: SAY HELLO!! GAH, EXCUSE HER! SHE'S SO SHY!  ...you're embarrasing me! ANYWAYS! I don't need any help... MAYBE! To beat you, I will use my intellectualizimatation! MY WORDS! AND MAYBE, MY BALLS! MAYBE! Mr. Beam, I know how to stop you and make sure you don't make it back to CB RADIOVILLE AGAIN!!!   BWHAHAHA!! I AM EVIL!! AHAHAHAHAH AHAHHHAAAHHA!!!  BWHAHAHA I'M GONNA PEE ON IT! BWHAHAHA!!  OOOOOOooooh Yeahh!! Yeah, only bad guys pee on things! I should know! I lived on the streets! Woo! See you at Nitro, Beamy! BWHAHAHAHA!!  Nerd: ....Can I go now? -------------------------------------- No nerds were harmed in the filming of this promo. OK, maybe just one... |
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09-19-2010, 03:14 PM
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Whoaball!
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 Oh, jeez. Looks like Madman suckled a mouthful of giant dog balls at Cool Breeze. That must have been totally embarassing.  But that's what happens when you're a big douche. You big douche.  See, MVP may have gotten the win last night, but the victory was totally mine. Like, check it: I'm off the painkillers, and stuff. No more drugs, or whatever. So for, like, the first time in a while, I was thinking clear as bell last night.  So instead of just running all crazy/stupid and trying to disrupt your match, I just showed up and let you stupid yourself into a loss. I knew you'd be a super easy pushover, but dude! Your lameness is totally amazing!  But I'm sure you'll totally make up for it on Raw, right? Like, there's no way you could screw up two matches in a row, right?  Oh, wait! Sure you can! Because you're Madman and you're a rusty tool!  And as soon as I'm back in action, I'm gonna put the rusty tool...on the shelf. |
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09-19-2010, 03:32 PM
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Junior Member
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 Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, puuuuuuuuuurlease welcome - making his return to TNA - Dante Montague.   Dante: Thank you, thank you. It feels good to be back in TNA.  Dante: A few weeks back I lost my way. I could not find an allusive win, be it countout, submission or pin. And so I took some time away, to live to fight another day.  Dante: But now I have a new direction, Tag Team gold will be added to my collection. Mark my words, new champions will be crowned, because... I'M DONE KIDDING AROUND   Dante and Kidd Jamison shake hands and pose for the fans. |
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09-19-2010, 04:13 PM
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Whoaball!
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1 - 2 - 3 GO!
 *The crowd pops for Triz's entrance*  YOU GOT SCREWED! YOU GOT SCREWED! YOU GOT SCREWED!  VC: You could argue that Clark stole one at Cool Breeze, and it sounds like the fans are as sick of it as he is.    Raymond Rose can make all the blue jokes he wants. He can talk about whatever strikes his fancy, because none of it matters. There's only one thing on my mind right now, and it's a hell of a lot more important than whoever he is.  You see, for some reason, although everyone saw Jeff cheating again, I have to "earn" another shot. As if that's not frustrating enough, this is the second time it's happened. It's not even like it's my word against his, I mean, everyone saw it! The guy didn't even bother to be sneaky!  Honestly, I'm not even annoyed about it being a "two" thing, I'm just pissed off that it's allowed to happen.  So this addlepate doesn't see the correlation between his disrespect of the WORLD Midcard Championship and my disrespect of his personal belongings. He doesn't understand that disrespecting my title reign -- and my title -- will lead to me disrespecting things that really do belong to him.  Well, I suggest you wake up, Jeff. All you're doing is making me angrier, and that means when I get my hands on you, it's only going to be worse.  As a matter of fact, Grinder... I've got special plans for you. So enjoy your meaningless title reign while you can. Because I'm going to get my hands on you, I'm going to hurt you, and I'm going to take my title back. Oh, and Ray?  Lick me.  VC: Woah! Uh... Not sure he can say that last part. Um... Anyway...  VC: The former champ sure is upset. I just hope Jeff Clark was paying attention. |
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09-19-2010, 04:35 PM
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Oh no, there goes Tokyo.
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Seymour Completely Misplaces His Shit.
PUSH IT TO THE LIMIT
Out comes Seymour and his entourage, to a nice respectable pop.   VC: Aren't you gonna go up there with them, Terrance? Terrance: One cannot be in two places at once, VC. Especially while I currently lack the material components to create another doppleganger. The Intercontinental Champion gets on the mic.  Seymour: So yeah, the Tank has made an offer. I can just hand him my Intercontinental Title and walk away, and that way I won't have to get hurt. I won't make myself a target, and I won't incur the wrath of the Sentinels, who seem to be running over everybody at this point, even their own members. All I have to do is just keep my head down and my mouth shut, and I don't have to take part in any ugliness, right?  I was thinking about it, and I came up with another offer, Tank. How about you take your offer....  ....and STICK IT STRAIGHT UP YOUR NASTY, OVERSIZED ASS!!!!  Crowd:   Super Evil Seymour:  Sonny: .........erm, Seymour? Maybe you should reconsider what you're--  Seymour: No, Sonny. No. I've got a couple of things to say.  Y'know, for most of my career, I've been the kind of guy who keeps a low profile. The guy who doesn't go looking for trouble, who doesn't stir stuff up, who generally plays Mr. Nice Guy and is content with his own little corner of the world. It never really mattered to me which stable was currently trying to "take over" this week, or who had the World Title, or any of that stuff, because I figured it didn't have anything to do with me. As long as I kept my nose to the grindstone, I'd get my shot at the big time, right?  Well, not when Jabba's running the show. For years, I busted my butt for him in NCW, GCW, TCW, and NCW again, and even though I was one of the hardest working people in any of those companies, do you know what I got? Ignored. Dismissed. Shunted down the card so somebody else could get their share of the spotlight.  For years and years and years everyone's told me that I'm a loser, and so that's what I let myself become. The lovable dweeb of C-Fed Entertainment, Mr. Underdog, always the top of the lower card, but too held back by himself to ever make it to main events. Like Jabba said, "the best of what's left." It didn't bother me, because I believed that's what I was supposed to be. So even when people who haven't been around for nearly as long as me got their pass into the big time, I didn't complain. Even when Manny Rattum got a World Title shot within months of showing up while Seymour, the ONLY NCW ORIGINAL LEFT, the only one who was there right from the very beginning until the day it went under, was never offered a chance, I didn't say anything. Because that's what Jabba wanted, and that's what I was told that I wanted too.  I thought things would change once I came here. This is TNA, I thought, a whole new world of opportunities lay before me! But the same night I make my debut, Jabba takes over the company, and what happens? The EXACT SAME THING, ALL OVER AGAIN. Jabba cherry-picks a handful of his favorite brown-nosers to be the next big things, and Seymour's left with whatever scraps they leave behind.  Only when I realized that I have a kid on the way, and that Jabba and his cronies sucking up all of the decent opportunities here means they're taking food out of my future child's mouth, did I remember something. Something really important, something that I let myself forget a long time ago.... I'm a really, really good wrestler. People go on about how Danny Electric is going to save TNA, how his Rebel Alliance is the only force that can stand up against the Sentinels? Well, you know what? I've beaten Danny Electric. People go on about how that smirking little douche Manny Rattum, Mr. I've Been Pushed Way Before I Earned It And Now I Have No Appreciation For Just How Lucky I Am That Jabba Took A Shining To Me himself, is going to be the biggest thing in TNA in years, how he waltzed in, got a title shot, and now he's a World Champion again? Well you know what? I've beaten Manny Rattum. So then where is my big stable to lead? Where is my main-event program? Where is my World Title shot? In the hands of people that I've wrestled against and won against, who only got ahead of me because I let it happen. Well, I'm not gonna just let it happen anymore! Jabba's going to see once and for all that even though he may have had the brains and the muscle of NCW, he never once bothered to use the heart of it, and that's yours truly. I'm going to show every last person in this building what dweeby little Seymour can really do. And Tank? Before you get carried away, just remember, Big Guy....I've beaten you, too. Get ready, Sentinels. Because you're about to See More Seymour than you can handle. |
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