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PostSubject: Friday Night Showtime: VIII RESULTS.    Wed Nov 16, 2011 5:27 pm


FRIDAY NIGHT SHOWTIME: EPISODE VIII

Fireworks blast off after the television intro showcasing everyone's favorite wrestlers. From the SWE World Champion Phillip Phillips, to the Generation Next Champion, David Broom, clips of roster's signatures maneuvers are shown, ending with Phillip Phillips performing the Phillips Screwdriver, and holding the World Heavyweight Championship. The camera pans to members of the audience, showcasing everyone's excitement for the evening's wrestling card. Holding signs reading "The Duke of Disaster," and the "Mean Machine" the crowd looks evenly divided on who they're pulling for in tonight's main event to see who faces David Broom at Livewire for the SWE Generation Next Championship. Now focusing on the ring announcers, Kevin Darby with his signature baseball cap, and Damon Moore adjusting the collar of his personally tailored, they greet the audience watching at home with smiles on their faces.

Kevin Darby: "Welcome ladies and gentlemen to SWE Showtime! I'm Kevin Darby along with Damon Moore, and tonight we're bringing some some pound-for-pound action that only Sinister Wrestling Entertainment can provide!"

Damon Moore: "Exact-ta-lactly. Tonight we have a several debuting Showtime Superstars, Theo Brodsky, Christian Starr Phillips, and Leon Y...wait, I'm getting word from the back."

Kevin Darby: "Already?"

Damon Moore: "Correction! Tonight we have two new debuting stars in the "Pilot Officer" Theo Brodsky and Christian Starr Phillips. Unfortunately our senior vice president of talent relations, Dren Yoshimi is having trouble contacting Leon Young in his home town of Apocolyptia, something about the raging fires of hell making travel extremely difficult."

Kevin Darby: "Well, maybe we'll have better luck next week!"

Damon Moore: "Hopefully, I'm pretty excited for that Leon Young fella. Regardless, it's time for our opening match up, featuring one of our newly signed wrestling superstars."

Kevin Darby: "Yes, Theo Brodsky takes on Mike Cole in a singles match-up coming up next!"

vs
"The Awesome One" Mike Cole vs "Pilot Officer" Theo Brodsky
The collective sounds of Daft Punk hit the speakers of the arena, signaling the entrance of SWE's newest high-flyer, Theo Brodsky. A native of the Ukraine, he adorns his nation's colors, a look of determination upon his face as he appears from behind the entrance curtains, his signature ushanka sitting comfortably upon his head, captivating its American audience with foreign embrace. Reaching the ring apron, Theo shows off his athleticism, refusing the acknowledge the ring steps as he leaps onto the edge of the ring with absolutely no trouble. Confidence brewing, he then runs to the near ring corner and poses to the audience before performing a backflip off the top turnbuckle, landing squarely on his feet, his ushanka seemingly glued onto his head as he adjusts the loincloth baring his nation's colors. Retreating to that same corner, he then grabs the grabs the top ring rope, doing some pre-match squats as he waits for his first opponent, Mike Cole.

Damon Moore: "That's my boi T-Bro! He's like a superhero, dog! Just look at that kid fly."

Kevin Darby: "A native of the Ukraine, Theo Brodsky is no stranger to the squared-circle. Did you know Damon, that he is a two-time Television champion?"

Damon Moore: "No I didn't! But as they say it's a completely different environment in the Sinistaaaaaaa~ if he wants to be successful he's gotta bring his A-game right here, dog."

Boos begin to circulate around the audience as "Break Me Down" by Red replaces everyone's second-favorite Daft Punk song. Wasting absolutely no time to allow his presence to be known, Mike Cole, the self-proclaimed "Awesome One" appears from behind the entrance curtains, a swagger in his ring-walk as he swings his head to the left, and to the right with every new step. Also ignoring the ring steps, Cole leaps onto the side of the ring, resting his knee against the mat as he stretches the other, the world in his right hand as he raises it to the growing hatred from his audience. Going between the middle and top ropes, as any "normal" wrestler would do, he then goes to Brodsky's corner, provoking him with his unrivaled bravado. Chuckling, he slaps the ushanka off his head, sparking a fire underneath Theo as Cole merely smiles. The referee trying to retrain Theo, Cole then retreats to his own ring corner, bowing to his "loving" audience.

Kevin Darby: "What a blatant display of disrespect!"

Damon Moore: "Disrespect? Dog, Michael Cole is just trying to that psychological edge over my boi T-Bro. Tomato, tomato. You gotta do what you gotta do to win."

Kevin Darby: "I would argue with that, but you definitely have a point."

Damon Moore: "That's why I'm a five-time, five-time, five-time, five-time, five time, commentating champion!"

The bell rings, and Theo Brodsky goes immediately on the offensive. A head full of stream, he charges towards Mike Cole, leaping for a Front Dropkick to the the stomach of Cole. However, Cole sees through this, and quickly leaps out of the ring, Theo colliding with the ring post. In unison the crowd screams "OOOOOO~" as Theo squirms on the ring mat, the impact against the post doing complete murder to his legs. Cole, pointing at his head, rolls back into the ring and peppers in quick clubs to the chest of Theo. Back on his feet, Cole then forces Theo onto his, and cravats his head, punishing Theo with a quick submission hold. Trying to get the crowd behind him, Theo begins to stomp a lone foot onto the floor, the audience beginning to stomp in tune. Feeling the energy of the audience, Theo clasps his hands together into a club and hits Cole in the stomach; once, twice, three times as he eventually breaks the hold. Cole taking a quick breather, Theo then darts for the ring ropes, ricochets off them and leaps for a Game Asser! The competitors collide as Cole's head gets slammed onto the ring mat as Theo's first successful wrestling maneuver makes the crowd go wild. The crowd's power defining, Brodsky clenches a fist as Cole nurses the back of his head.

Kevin Darby: "What an opening series of maneuvers, Cole looked to be the momentary advantage, but Theo quickly drew the cards in favor!"

Damon Moore: "The Ukrainian Crusader, that's what I'm calling him, dog! Like a superhero, T-Bro can leap like he has wings, WINGS, DARBY! If he wins tonight he's gonna be kissing babies foreheads in celebration!"

Kevin Darby: "Cole isn't going to lay down though. He's already pulling himself back together after that impressive modified bulldog."

Damon Moore: "Game Asser."

Kervin Darby: "What?"

Damon Moore: "It's called a 'Game Asser' it says right here on his profile, dog. I'm reading it like the award-winning commentator that I am."

Kervin Darby: "But his profile also reads that he's a form-"

Damon Moore: "What did I just tell you? I have his profile open, I know all there is to know regarding my boi T-Bro!"

Rolling back to the outside, Mike Cole holds the back of his head while he takes a breather, the impact of the maneuver throwing him off-guard. Holding his hands up, he asks for a "time-out," the audience booing in response. The referee, well-versed in his craft, simply ignores any connotations as he begins the count. Seizing the opportunity, Theo Brodsky hops in place for a second before running to the ropes adjacent, bouncing off of them to gain extra momentum before leaping over top rope with absolute grace, a sterling missile towards Mike Cole. Head-first, the duo collide as Mike Cole is forced against the ring-railing, the crowd loving SWE's "Pilot Officer." The referee resets the count at one as both men lay on the floor, Theo banging a lone shin against the padded floor to help rally the fans behind him, Cole simply wishing he didn't ignite the fire underneath him. Ironically, the ushanka he forced off Brodsky taunts Cole as it's just an arm-length's away from his head. Flustered, he grabs it and throws it in Theo's direction, the crowd not favorable of his actions. The count at five, Cole uses the ring-railing to help him back onto his feet as Theo struggles to get back onto his own. Stomping, Cole rolls in and out of the ring to reset the count as he again forces Theo back onto his feet. A dastardly expression finds it's way on Cole's face as his eyes meet the steel ring pole just a few yards away. Looking towards his audience, Cole points at his head, showing off his smarts as he grabs Theo by his shoulders and tights, ramming him against the pole! An echoing impact envelops the arena as the Theo's shoulder kisses the steel, Cole simply smothering his hands together in delight. Full of confidence, Michael Cole forces Theo back on his feet again and rolls him back into the ring, himself following, going for the quick cover!

ONE...
TWO...

Brodsky shoots up his shoulder, the crowd cheering in response. Ripping his hair out, Cole slaps his hands together, showing the referee how to properly count to three. However, he would regret this, as Theo peppers a quick kick to the face of the sitting Mike Cole. The crowd fully behind Brodsky, he quickly finds himself back on his feet and drops a quick elbow upon the stomach of Mike Cole. The "Awesome One" turns over over in response, his back facing Theo as he nurses his stomach. The opportunity presenting itself, Brodsky swiftly snatches his arm, and extends it in a brutal Fujiwara Armbar. Screaming in agony, Cole frantically looks for the nearest ring rope, the referee asking him. Luckily for Cole, the submission maneuver wasn't in the center of the ring, and using his brutal strength, drags his legs onto the bottom rope, forcing Theo to break the hold, much to the displeasure of the newly titled "Ukrainian Crusader." Hugging the ropes, Cole drags the referee between himself and Theo, allowing himself the chance to get onto his feet. The competitors now circle each other in the center of the ring before Cole finds the opportunity to apply a quick side headlock. Wrenching the hold, he then delivers a knee lift to the stomach Theo Brodsky, leaving him momentarily stunned. Now applying a front headlock, Cole then forces a quick kick onto an unprotected knee, forcing Brodsky onto them. In one fluid motion, Cole then kicks back his own leg, and snaps Brodsky into a beautifully executed DDT. Rolling Theo onto his back, Cole goes for another cover!

ONE...
TWO...
TH--

Theo Brodsky kicks out again! Slamming the mat in frustration, Cole squirms back upright and kicks Theo in the stomach before dragging him onto his feet via his ring tights. Wrenching his arm upward, Cole looks to want to put Brodsky into a Pump Handle Slam, however as Cole executes the lift, Brodsky reverses and applies a move of his own! Sweeping the legs, Brodsky performs his patented Ukrainian Legsweep, rolling himself over the shoulders of Cole as he performs his first cover of the match!

ONE...
TWO...

Cole gets the shoulder up! But his relief is short-lived as Brodsky then wraps his legs around the shoulder-blades of Cole, cupping his arms around his neck in a powerfully executed Koji Clutch. Cole, not expecting such fight from the debuting Superstar, is caught off guard. Feeling the weight of Theo against his upper body proves difficult, the ring ropes seemingly a mile away. Getting harder and harder to breath, Cole can feel himself begin to fade, the referee's single question slurring the longer he tried to fight the incoming darkness. Facing turning blue, Cole struggles to find the strength in himself to force himself out of the hold.

Damon Moore: "ANYONE, EVEN GRADE-A PILOT OFFICERS, CAN PERFORM A RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!"

Kevin Darby: "He calls it a Ukrainian Legsweep, Damon, and you're kinda late there. That was exactly a move ago."

Damon Moore: "Stop thinkin' Darby's, Darby. As a former competitor within that squared circle, I know my moves, man. For decades, that has a been a Russian Leg Sweep, and people can't convince me otherwise!"

Kevin Darby: "That still doesn't distract from that fact that "Pilot Officer" Theo Brodsky is currently performing a completely different maneuver."

Damon Moore: "Now listen right here, right now Darby. Let me set the record straight! As a fan of the Russian Leg Sweep, a move that I perfected during my career, I feel it's within my award-winning rights, that I get the choose the moves I want to call, before or after they're even performed. It is---"

Kevin Darby: "OH MY, WILL YOU LOOK AT THAT! I don't know how Cole is doing it, but despite the expression of agony on his face, he looks to be breaking out of Brodsky's Koji Clutch!"

Damon Moore: "Brodsky's Koji-what?"


Indeed Cole was. He wasn't even sure how he was doing it himself, but finding the inner strength within himself to force himself out of the hold, Mike Cole was slowly, but surely getting back on his feet, Theo Brodsky still clinging onto his shoulders with his submission hold. Screaming his lungs out, Cole can feel himself gaining leverage underneath Theo Brodsky, placing his hands onto the small of back, feeling the evidence of his spine against his fingertips. Garnering all his gusto, Mike Cole than forcibly threw Theo off his shoulders, Theo hitting the ring mat with a thundering thud as Cole fell onto his back in complete exhaustion. He did it! Feeling the sensation of air back into his lungs, Cole held his arms in front of him. His celebration was short-lived however, as Theo quickly collected himself after the broken submission hold, launching himself into the air with an Eddie Guerrero-influenced Topé Atomico. The impact was swift but deadly as the air that Cole cherished quickly escaped his lungs again. The crowd went in a glorious uproar as Theo triumphantly pointed towards the sky, signaling that the end was near! Setting himself up near the corner, Theo quickly glanced back at the out-of-breath Mike Cole as he quickly leaped onto the middle turnbuckle, and then onto the top, as he performed his finishing maneuver, the Double-Jump Moonsault!

It felt surreal. The match had been murderous for Theo Brodsky from the beginning, but he was literally seconds away from claiming his first victory in Sinister Wrestling Entertainment. Feeling the atmosphere of his supporting crowd, Brodsky closed his eyes as he let himself fly. Mike Cole, struggling to find his breath, was on the ring mat in a stupor, the Topé Atomico spelling the end as he struggled to find the energy within to break himself out of the situation as he did just seconds before with the Koji Clutch. The ring roared triumphantly as Cole felt the instantaneous pressure of top rope Moonsault, an impact twice as strong as the Topé Atomico from just seconds before. Hooking the leg, Theo went for the pin, hopefully putting the final exclamation point on his in-ring debut for the SWE.

ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!

Breaking the pin, Theo on his knees, screamed in the utmost of celebration, the crowd following in suit. The referee, now holding Theo's hand up in victory, cemented his status as SWE's new resident high-flier as his theme song echoed throughout the arena, the comforting sounds of Daft Punk telling the story of a hard-fought victory. Rolling himself out of the ring, Theo walks backwards up the entrance ramp, his hands up in victory as he embraces the love of the audience.

Damon Moore: "SHUCKY DUCKY, QUACK, QUACK. I've never seen that move before IN MY LIFE. What a debut for my boi T-Bro! That superhero, T-Bro!

Kevin Darby: "Certainly a debut that could be remembered for months to come. Theo Brodsky's future competitors best watch out! His flying and submission prowess is something to marvel about!

Damon Moore: "If T-Bro keeps this up, he may move up in the rankings in my Fave Five! Right now I'm penciling him at number four, but anything could change throughout the course of this night, who know where he'll stand when tonight's said and done."

Kevin Darby: "We'll be right back as we provide word from our sponsors."



vs
"The Italian Sensation" Rex Reckless vs Austin Cross


Back from commercial break, 'Kill Everybody' by Skrillex echos throughout the SWE arena, as Rex Reckless comes out to a good ovation from the crowd. His hair looking extra spiky today, with a bit more spray tan than usual, Rex fistpumps at the entrance until his manager Teena Ferrari steps out onto the stage, and they begin walking to the ring. Reckless continues to fistpump on his way to the ring, as the crowd in attendance all join in on his fistpumps ways, making one sold out crowd, united by the fistpump. The Italian Sensation hops over the top rope, jumping into the ring, still fistpumping with skills that would make any Jersey Shore cast member jealous.

Damon Moore: "Awww yeah, there he is, my fistpumping broski! I'll tell you Kevin, Rex Reckless is in my fave FIVE!"

Kevin Darby: "A former Hardcore Champion, is Rex Reckless, recently losing that belt to Michael London, but has gotten his head back in the game with a new attitude."

Damon Moore: "Rex Reckless reminds me a lot of myself dog, he knows when to change it up, and I like this new attitude from my boi Rex-Less... yeah that works, Rex-Less"

The fistpumps from the crowd stop, but the cheers continue as 'Ladies and Gentlemen' by Saliva blasts in the arena, and Austin Cross, who is carrying a box of Pepsi cans, makes his way to the ring, chugging down one Pepsi after another. Cross goes through the middle ropes to get into the ring, as he stares at Rex, who is still fistpumping, for a few seconds before hopping on the corner turnbuckle. Taking two cans of Pepsi with him to the top, Cross looks at the crowd, while he uses his pro can opening skills to open both cans, as he chugs both at the same time before smashing them together, splashing Pepsi around ringside.

Damon Moore: "Awwwww here we go! Another member of my Fave Five, Austin Cross, and he has brought some Pepsi with him! Austin is the ONLY man in the locker room to have a 24 pack of Pepsi, and each and every can is in my special Fave Twenty-Four!"

Kevin Darby: "Do you really have to make a fave list for everything?"

Damon Moore: "I don't have a Fave list for everything, but here's another one, each of my Commentating Championship reigns are in my FAVE championship FIVE! But look at my boi Rex-less, he's still fistpumpin! That arm's gotta be hurtin!"

The bell rings and the match begins with Rex immediately charging at Cross full force, aiming his fistpumps at Austin, hitting him in the head twice before Austin gouges Reckless in his right eye, followed by a quick roll up!

ON-


Rex kicks out quickly, and just as quickly as he kicked out, he gets to his feet and looks at Austin, with his left eye only, as the right one is still recovering, with an angry look on his face, Rex screams at him, "Sei bro sul serio!?" Not even bothering to respond, Austin headbutts Rex, who falls to the mat with a loud thump.

Damon Moore: "EYE see what he did there! Hah Hah Hah! Get it Darby?"

Kevin Darby: "Yes Moore, you are a comical genius, but let's stick to the action in this match. Rex might need to refocus his strategy, he's showing off a bit too much, giving Cross openings, and he's taking advantage of them."

Austin locks Rex into an armbar while he's on the mat, potentially setting up for his Crossface to end the match. Really wrenching down on the arm, Rex screams in pain as he crawls for the rope, which is about a foot away from him. Teena Ferrari shouts for him to get to the rope as she pounds her arms on the mat, causing multiple fans in the front row to pound on the barricade for encouragement.

Damon Moore: "What da hell, these fans need to calm down, these barricades are expensive! Tiny Ferrari, or eh, Teena Ferrari needs to stop this!"

Kevin Darby: "Calm down Damon, the fans are only getting into the match, it's just a barricade anyway."

Damon Moore: "JUST A BARRICADE!? You gotta be kiddin me! These barricades are what separate us from 'them,' these beasts are trying to knock down the barrier! They are trying to invade! But not on my watch!"

Kevin Darby: "Damon! Sit down! We got a match to call! Rex is inching his way to the rope, he doesn't need you distracting him!"

Damon Moore: "Fine Kev, but if any of these wrestling antiques break, payback will be a MUTHA!"

Not giving up, Rex continues to fight his way to the rope, the crowd waits in anticipation to see if he'll make it, and he does, as his hand clenches the bottom rope. Keeping the move in until four, Austin backs off, not wanting to get disqualified. Austin lifts Rex to his feet, holding the injured arm, and connects with a snap suplex on the much larger than him Rex Reckless. Austin, keeping his focus, walks over to Rex and stomps him once in the arm, and then once in the mouth, a move he calls the 'Chipper.' Austin drags Rex to the corner, positioning him for a moonsault, as he gets to the top rope, facing away from Rex, he doesn't see him move out of the way just moments before Austin jumps, leading Austin to crash into the mat. Using his good arm to pull himself up, Rex climbs to the top rope for a Elbow Drop, but he takes too long as Austin meets him to the top. Trading punches from the top rope, Austin gets the advantage once again by kicking the injured arm of Rex. Following it up, Cross hits a top rope hurricanrana, sending Rex half way across the ring, as Austin crawls for the cover.

ONE...
TWO...

Rex shows some life and kicks out after two, as half of the arena cheers for Reckless staying in the match, and the other half boo that Austin didn't win yet. As Rex makes it up, Austin continues the assault with a combination of kicks, all can be heard echoing throughout the arena, and then he finishes it up with one last kick to the head, a Buzzsaw kick! Turning him onto his back once again, Austin goes for a cover.

ONE...
TWO...
TH--

And once again Rex shoots the shoulder up, refusing to give up. Looking around, wondering what to do next, he gets up and heads to the top rope, looking like he wants to finish the match with a diving cross body. The crowd waits in anticipation as Rex pulls himself up once again, only to be met by Austin who leaps off the top rope, soaring half way across the ring, only to be met with the ring mat as Rex still was able to dodge the move. Austin bounces off the mat with force, and without wasting any time, Rex walks to his back and connects with a german suplex. Cross quickly gets to his feet, refusing to stay down, only to be met with a spear, sending Cross crashing to the mat again! Using his good arm, Rex lifts Austin up, and quickly sends him back down head first with a Spike DDT! Instead of getting back up right away, Rex rolls to the outside, and stands up on the ring apron, using his good arm to fistpump for the crowd, as he waits for Austin to get to his feet, and once he does Austin is met with a Springboard Cross Body! Staying on top of him, the ref begins the count!

ONE...
TWO...
T--

And just as Rex had done before, Austin shoots the shoulder up!

Kevin Darby: "And that shows just how fast a match can change, Rex is now the one in control of this contest! He only needs to hit one big move to put the match away!"

Damon Moore: "This is exactly why Rex is in my fave five dog, he didn't quit, he has kicked out every time, and is making a comeback! Shucky ducky quack QUACK!"

Austin rolls to the corner to try and use the ropes to pull himself up, and Rex walks over to the opposite corner, looking to spear Austin. Austin is in position and Rex charges at him with a head of steam, but Cross quickly moves out of the way, making Reckless spear the ringpost. Cross capitalizes and rolls Rex up for a quick pin!

ONE...
TWO...
THR--

Rex still manages to kick out, much to the disbelief of Austin.

Damon Moore: "Dog, what's with all these people beating up our equipment!? We got these fans smashing our barricades, we have wrestlers spearing the ring posts! Somebody call the POLICE! They are destroying our property!"

Kevin Darby: "He didn't hit the post on purpose, and that only destroyed his shoulder even more, it is not looking good for Rex Reckless!"

Austin goes into the corner once more, looking to superkick Rex, trying to knock him out, but once Rex makes it to his feet, he ducks under the kick, and as Austin turns around, he is met with the Twist of Hate! Quickly getting to his feet, Rex reaches into his tights and pulls out brass knuckles, looking to finish Austin off once and for all with his finishing maneuver, the 'Bro Fist!' Austin gets to his feet and turns around as Rex, with all the power he has left, aims for Cross' head with one finishing blow, but Austin catches the arm and brings Reckless down to the mat, locking in the Crossface! In the middle of the ring, no where for Rex to go, Austin wrenches back on the injured shoulder of Rex! Trying to find a way out, Rex rolls Austins shoulders onto the mat, trying to steal a victory, but it's no use, Austin immediately gets his shoulder off before the ref could even count! The move is still locked in, and with no where to go, Rex finally gives in and taps, not willing to risk his shoulder getting injured any further.

The bell rings, and Austin lets go of the hold, as he makes it to his feet, the crowd cheering him on after the brutal match. The ring announcer officially announces Austin Cross as the winner as the ref holds his arm up. Going to the turnbuckle, Cross stands on the middle rope as he signals for an official to give him some Pepsi to celebrate.

Damon Moore: "What a match Kev! WHAT A MATCH! Rex almost got him there, but Austin was able to get it together and finish Rex off, and that is why he is staying in the fave five, and you know what, after that great effort, I'm going to keep Rex in the fave five too! Heck, let's keep this going Kev, I'm going to put the Pepsi corporation in the fave five for making great soda, they deserve it!"

Kevin Darby: "That was a great match for sure Damon, both competitors gave it their all, but on this day it's Austin Cross who leaves with his hand raised!"

Damon Moore: "Well, it's time to pay our talent, cut to commericals Charlie!"

Kevin Darby: "Charlie..?"



vs
"Man of Destiny" Michael London vs "Everyone's Favorite 'Girlfriend'" Hana Brightly

Everyone's favorite rapping Hamsters fade away while Michael London's music hits as he walks out with his newly won Hardcore Championship around his waist, and a cocky smirk on his face... as always. The negative reaction from the crowd doesn't phase London, he just waves them off and rolls inside the ring before taking off his Hardcore Championship and holding it over his head.

Damon Moore: "That Michael London, he may not be in my fave five, but he is a man rich with culture. Think about this Kev, he looks Mexican, he speaks Spanish, he has the last name of London, and he is from Detroit, Michigan! We might as well rename him Captain Planet! Can you dig that?"

Kevin Darby: "Well, I'm not sure about the Captain Planet, but London is a fierce competitor, he's the Hardcore champion for a reason Damon!"

Damon Moore: "C'mon Kev, think about it, he can come out to the ring all like, 'London, Detroit, Michigan, Mexico, Spain, and together our powers create, CAPTAIN PLANET!' He'd be in my fave five for sure!"

Kevin Darby: "...sure Damon...whatever you say"

The music changes to Hana Brightly's music, causing a mixed reaction from the crowd, as she hops out looking happy as usual. Today she is walking out wearing 'Super Saiyan Armor,' and a 'Scouter' attached to her eye, a cosplay of Vegeta from the popular anime series Dragonball Z. Getting into the ring, Hana does her usual taunts in the corner, before hopping down and waiting for the bell to ring.

Kevin Darby: "Recently suffering her first loss at the hands of CZ Thrust last week, Hana Brightly is looking to get back on the right track, but she has a hell of a mountain to climb, as she is facing the Hardcore Champion, Michael London."

Damon Moore: "You got that right Kev, but don't take anything away from Hana, she may be a girl but she has some balls... some DRAGON balls! HAH HAH!"

The bell rings and the match is underway, with Michael London getting on the offense right from the start. Using his obvious size advantage, he punches Hana over and over, leading her into the corner, and continues to punch her as she falls to the mat. The ref, doing his job, gets in between them and pulls them apart, as he instructs London that he has until five to get out of the corner. London, not even listening to the referee, walks back to the corner to continue the assault but stops in his tracks when Hana shouts, "STOP!" Michael, and everyone else in attendance, looks confused at her, "Your power level..." Brightly takes off her 'Scouter' and crushes it, "...it's OVER 9000!" London, looking confused as ever, quickly gets taken down as Hana now gets on the offense with the 'Kawaiiness' taking London down, but not for long, as London hops back up and takes Hana down again with a running clothesline. He picks Hana up, which isn't hard for him to do considering the size difference, and connects with a Fireman's Carry Double Knee Buster!

Taunting to the crowd, they begin to boo him some more as he turns around to hit a running neckbreaker on a trying to get up Hana Brightly. Lifting her up once again, London hits a German Suplex and he bridges for a pin!

ONE
TW--

It is not enough to keep Hana down as she kicks out, only to be met with a snap suplex.

Damon Moore: "He almost got her right there! Lemme tell you right now, Hana might be getting beat up, but she has the fighting spirit of Goku! She can beat London, all it's going to take is one Kamehameha, and about ten episodes to charge it up, but once it hits, it's over dawg!"

Kevin Darby: "Contrary to popular belief, there is no Kamehameha in pro wrestling, but you are right, Hana just needs a comeback and she can pull this off. It'd be a big win to take out the Hardcore Champion!"

Trapping Hana in a sleeper hold, London applies the pressure, forcing Hana to pass out if she can't escape from the maneuver. About a minute passes, and the ref checks Hana Brightly to see if she's still awake, he holds the arm up once, it falls down, he holds it up twice, it falls down again, he goes for a third time, as Michael looks on thinking it's over, all he needs is for the arm to hit the mat once more, the arm falls but on it's way down, Hana shoots it back up, showing some life. Squirming around, looking for a way out, Hana uses her size to squeeze out of the hold, as there would be no way she could power out of it. On her feet, she goes in the corner, Hana runs at London when he gets up, smashing both palms of her hands into his face, as if she was doing a blast. Dizzy from the impact, London falls toward Hana who sets him up for the 'Hello KiDDT' and it connects! Following it up, she goes as quickly as she can to the nearest corner, and climbs to the top rope to deliver the 'Grape Stomp!' Not wasting any time, Hana goes right for a cover!

ONE...
T--

London gets the shoulder up! Posing for the crowd while London gets up, Hana dashes at full force towards London, who catches her and hits a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. London, with a cocky smirk on his face, shakes his head at the thought of Hana making a comeback. He drags her up with the back of her arms, and hits a Tiger Suplex, but doesn't go for the pin as he quickly lifts her back up again for a Saito Suplex! Still not going for a pin, London heads for one corner of the ring, as Hana is clawing to the opposite corner. Before using the ropes to pull herself up, she reaches for something under the ring, which London is unaware of since he can't see what she's doing. Hana Brightly pulls out a bag labeled 'Senzu Beans' as she eats one before pulling herself up. London charges at her, going to hit a step-up enzuigiri, but misses and crashes to the mat as Hana rolls out of the way!

With new life, Hana jumps on London's back, locking in the 'I Wanna Ride The Pony' but London is too close to the ropes as he grabs one with him right hand. Brightly lets go of the hold almost immediately, but continues the assault with the 'Itadakimasu!' and then quickly transitions into the 'I think I can, I think I can, I think I can...' only for London to counter with a Double Knee Armbreaker into a Double Knee Backbreaker, as London turns Hana around once more to hit a Flowing DDT! With Hana down and out, London hooks the leg as he goes for a pin!

ONE...
TWO...
TH--

With all the strength she has left, Hana kicks out right before the ref could count to three! London frustratingly pounds the mat.

Damon Moore: "Did you see dat!? Even after taking all this punishment, Hana still finds it in herself to kick out! King Kai must be guiding her through this battle!"

Kevin Darby: "Enough with the Dragonball Z references! You're confusing the viewers!"

Damon Moore: "Yo dawg, it's not my problem, we have Vegeta in that ring, I'm just trying to call the action Kev, maybe you should do the same thing instead of talking about Dragonball Z."

Kevin Darby: "..."

London kicks Brightly as she struggles to get up, but while on her knees she catches and holds onto one of the legs to hit a 'Goat Screw Leg Whip!' Hana, getting to her feet, begins to stand very still, both hands clenched into a fist as she begins screams "AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" This continues for a good minute to a minute and a half, before she lets out one final yell, "SUPER SAIYYAANNNNN!" Now getting out of that stance, she stares at London, who has made his way to the corner, trying to look as badass as she possibly can be. Running up to London she hits a forearm in the corner, before turning London around, positioning herself for a German Suplex, but instead of bridging, she begins tickling Michael London, a move she calls 'lol jk.' Michael begins to laugh non-stop, stomping his feet onto the ground, as he is being tortured by Hana Brightly. "DIE KAKAROT!" screams Hana as London continues to laugh in pain.

Fighting, London finally makes it to the bottom rope, but Hana slowly lifts him up, and tries to Irish Whip him into the corner, only to be countered, making Hana smash into the corner. She is then met by London once again who connects with a Step-Up Enzuigiri, and then quickly transitions into a Tiger Suplex, this time keeping the bridge for the cover!

ONE...
TWO...
THR--

Once again Hana kicks out, much to the dismay of Michael London. Charging it up, London looks like hes going to try and connect with the superkick, if he hits this it could be all over, but Hana sees it coming and ducks underneath, as she successfully Irish Whips Michael London into the corner. Charging with a head of steam, Hana dropkicks him, making him crash to the mat. Hana Brightly signals for 'The Bright Side,' her finishing maneuver, as she runs towards London she screams "KAKAROOOTTTTTT" and she connects with the move! Without any time to waste, Hana goes for the cover, putting her feet on the ropes for extra leverage!

ONE...
TWO...
THREE!

The bell rings as the crowd cheers for Hana who has pulled it off, she has defeated the Hardcore Champion! With a smile on her face, she poses for the crowd once more as some of them cheer and some of them boo. After getting her arm raised by the ref, she uses her 'Saiyan Powers' to fly away to the locker room.

Damon Moore: "What a battle dawg, Vegeta has finally conquered Kakarot, that must feel good for Hana Brightly!"

Kevin Darby: "Actually Hana Brightly beat Michael London, but yes that is a huge victory for Hana, congratulations to her!"

Damon Moore: "I think all the saiyans might just be added to the fave five dawg!"

Kevin Darby: "Speaking of animated cartoons, we'll be right back after more words from our sponsors!"



vs
"The Bad Guy" Reed Zimmer vs Christian Starr Phillips


The theme music of Reed Zimmer hits and the arena is instantly filled with boos from the crowd. Not even bothering to acknowledge the fans, Reed just makes his way to the ring with a cold beer in hand, as he chugs it down on his way in.

Damon Moore: "Dat boi Reed Zimmer is in for a fight, he is about to face the debuting Christian Starr Phillips, lets hope Christian has more fight than he has names!"

Kevin Darby: "Well it is always hard facing people on their debut Damon, as you never know what they will bring to the table. Reed Zimmer has a mountain to climb tonight!"

'Put On' plays throughout the arena as for the first time ever, Christian Starr Phillips is about to make his way to the ring. After about 10 seconds of nothing, Christian finally makes it out from behind the stage, as he flaps his arms like a bird, and runs from side to side occasionally loosing his balance, he screams "WEEEEEEEEEEE!" with every motion. The crowd looks on a bit confused as Starr stops and walks up to a ringside camera man. Staring at the camera man for approximately a minute, Starr finally puts on a big smile and hugs the camera man who he has never met before, "I love you camera man." A minute passes since the embrace started, and security guards have to intervene to rip Starr off of the poor camera man. They pick Christian up and carry him to the ring, "I'm on a dragon! WEEEEEE!" Reaching ringside, the security guards roll him into the ring, "Hey, this isn't my house!" Making it to his feet he spots Reed Zimmer who is looking at him. "HELLO! Is it me you're looking for!? I can see it in your eyes!" Starr slowly walks up to Zimmer, looking deep into his eyes, "I can see it in your smile!" Phillips begins to hug Reed but is quickly stopped by Reed smashing the beer bottle over Christian's head, sending him straight to the mat.

Damon Moore: "Whut da hell!? He was in my Fave Five dawg!"

Kevin Darby: "He didn't even wrestle yet!"

Damon Moore: "Yo Kev, with entrances like that, who needs wrestling?"

The bell rings for the match to begin, but Christian is still knocked out! Reed lifts up his lifeless body and hits the 'Broken Bottle Slam!' Instead of going for the cover though, Reed picks him up again and hits the 'Black Out!' This time Zimmer hooks the leg for a cover!

ONE...
TWO...
THREE!

It's over! In about 90 seconds, Reed Zimmer has picked up a win over the debuting Christian Starr Phillips! And as quickly as Reed entered the ring, he leaves the ring, before the ref could even raise his hand.

Damon Moore: "What a match Kev! WHAT A MATCH!"

Kevin Darby: "It was 90 seconds!"

Damon Moore: "Five star classic for sure! Both men might go in the Fave Five after that!"

Kevin Darby: "And with that, we're cutting straight back to comm-"

Damon Moore: "No we're not! We're going straight to our next match up! Leave the ring already Christian Phillips!"

A group of SWE officials help Christian Starr Phillips back onto his feet as they guide him backstage, Phillips looking completely out of it. "It's like I'm being carried away by angles~"

vs
"Sinister's Siren" Alice Creed vs "Too Sexy for Free TV" CZ Thrust

The maniacal laughs of Alice Creed's theme sends the little Jimmy's in the audience in absolute freight. Growing, and growing they gradually get louder until eventually Alice Creed is seen appearing behind the entrance curtains, letting out her signature, sinister scream. The crowd is devoured in boos and hatred as she smoothly walks down the entrance ramp, hints of her insanity present on her face as she tries to hide a fidgeting smile. Taking notes from "The Grudge," Alice crawls into the ring upon reaching the apron, her nightmare-ish lips accenting her pale skin horrifyingly as she stands upright on her knees and lets out another scream. Children in the audience hide within the ample bosoms of their mothers as a twitching eye in Alice's face sends the message of dreadful uncertainty. Retreating to her desired ring corner, she pets the top-turnbuckle as if it were the Cheshire Cat, and treats it lovingly, even licking the SWE logo before turning her attention to the entrance way.

Damon Moore: "Tell me, she didn't just do that."

Kevin Darby: "You have to admit, it's a lot more humane than what George "The Animal" Steel did to turnbuckle pads in the 80's."

Damon Moore: "She's givin' me the heebeejeebees. Just look at the twisted expression on her face."

Kevin Darby: "Reminds me of my girlfriend."

Damon Moore: "...what?"

The lights go dark except for a single pink light that shines on the ramp way. A deep smooth voice can be heard saying, "The Following is Rated TGDS... Too God Damn SEXY! Women, Children, and Men uncertain of their sexuality, please, avert your eyes." As that voice stops the music for CZ Thrust plays, as he struts his way to the entrance before pausing at the top. Wearing a jacket and pants, he takes off the jacket revealing his bedazzled abs, and throws the jacket over his shoulder as he walks to the ring, strutting the hips back and forth. As he reaches the ring steps, he gives one lucky fan his jacket. Smoothly making his way up the steps, he reaches the ropes. He bends down in between the middle and top one but pauses as he's half way through to shake his booty, "letting the pigeons loose." Once in the ring, he rips off his skin tight leather pants to reveal a tiny pink speedo, with text reading in the front of it 'face goes here' and an arrow pointing down. The lights go even darker now except for one spotlight shining on him and as he poses, the flashes from the fans taking pictures can be seen.

Damon Moore: "I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, too sexy it hur-"

Kevin Darby: "We don't have the rights to that song, you have to shut up Moore!"

Damon Moore: "FINE, CZ Thrust is letting the pidg--"

Kevin Darby: "We don't have the rights to that catch phrase either."

Damon Moore: "...CZ Thrust is bringing all the boys to the yard with that thrust."

Kevin Darby: "We do-"

Damon Moore: "Shut it. People love my commentary. They mute their televisions whenever you're talking Kev, you're making it difficult for our viewers at home."

Alice's teetering smile grows wider as she continues to pet her "cat," watching CZ Thrust, thrust intently. The audience isn't quite certain why she's smiling, and the odds are, Alice probably didn't know either. Thrust turns his attention to the Sinister Siren, his never-changing expression giving her that "I want you look." Grasping the top rope, he then crowds her in the corner, and begins to strut his stuff, his pink Speedo not leaving anything to the imagination. His hands got closer and closer to the top-turnbuckle, and just the slightest nudge of his thumb hitting the edge of it sent Alice Creed into an absolute frenzy! Screaming loudly, the volume of Alice's voice makes Thrust immediately back away, covering his ears immediately. With absolutely no protection for his bedazzled abs, Creed dashes and connects with a quick Spear, sending Thrust onto the ring mat. Positioning herself, Alice then cradles Thrust's neck and begins to deliver a flurry of closed-fist punches, the expression on CZ Thrust's face never changing from his "I absolutely need to you" expression. The referee forces himself between the competitors, his count nearly reaching five, forcing Alice Creed to break the hold. Looking at her own hands, Alice Creed smiles devilishly before looking at consequences of her actions against Thrust's face. A look of disdain then appears on her own, not yet satisfied with her work. Thrust, rolling himself out of the ring, shakes off the flurry of punches and finds himself a pretty lady in the audience. Within absolutely no time, CZ Thrust goes back to his usual self, showcasing his pelvis to the thousands in the audience and the millions upon millions watching at home. The display of disrespect towards her match angers Alice Creed as she begins to pace in the ring, pulling stands of her black hair out in the process. Huffing and puffing, she goes to the ringside nearest Thrust and hops out of the ring, clubbing a straight forearm to the back of the Sexiest Man on Television. Forcefully fed to the steel barricade, Thrust stops the newly added momentum and turns himself around to face the Siren. Pointing at Alice Creed, he throws a kiss and begins to violate the barricade, telling Creed what his plans are for presumably later this evening. Infuriating Alice, she lunges at him again, and this time connects with a Roaring Elbow, sending a direct message to the right cheek of CZ Thrust. The referee's count at six, Alice rolls in and out of the ring to reset, wanting to deliver more punishment to the Pelvic Thruster.

Kevin Darby: "CZ Thrust knows he's in a wresting match, right?"

Damon Moore: "Damn right, it's better than yours, I can teach you, but I'll have to charge, my milkshake bring-"

Kevin Darby: "Damon Moore knows he's live, commentating on air, right?"

Damon Moore: "Of course I do, dog! Just look at the antics of CZ Thrust, getting into the mind of the absolutely evil Alice Creed. This looks to be all part of his game plan right here."

Kevin Darby: "He has quite the mountain to climb. He may be undefeated at the moment, but so is Alice Creed, just who will maintain their perfect record?"

Damon Moore: "I don't believe that's the story right now, ya'hear me? CZ Thrust may look like his mind's on something else, but believe me when I say 'In Thrust we Trust!'!"

Kevin Darby: "We...'we'?"

Damon Moore: "Hush Kev, this is a family program!"

Thrust, back on his feet after the roaring elbow, doesn't looked phased, but his body language says otherwise as Alice Creed, still fuming with anger, Irish Whips him against the same barricade he was violating just earlier. The crowd boos in response as Alice simply snarls at a lady fan trying to help Thrust get back onto his feet. Tapping her foot on the ground, Alice looks to "warming up the band," and runs towards him once more with a big boot across the now left cheek of CZ Thrust, forcing him to have a make-out session with the concrete to the outside. Laughing at her antics, Alice proceeds to the break the referee's count again, the excitement of being in control motivating her as she grabbed Thrust by his luscious hair and dragged him near the announce table. Leaping onto the table with little difficulty, she jumps and connects with a Double Foot Stomp to the butt of CZ Thrust, forcing his pelvic region to leave an indent on the "athletic commissioned" ringside padding. Again grabbing his marvelous hair, Alice Creed, using her brute strength, forces CZ onto his feet, surprisingly his expression never fading, just fueling the anger in Alice even more. Shoving Thrust into the ring, she follows suit and rakes the back of CZ Thrust, hoping for some type of negative emotion. Nothing. Yelling in frustration, the volume of her voice motivates CZ Thrust to turn around, and swiftly execute a quick Throat Thrust, hopeful that it pinched her vocal chords just enough to make it stop. Not wanting to wait for results, Thrust connected with another, and then another, and then another, creating a series of red markings across her neck, his fingernails showing no remorse. Backing off, Alice Creed attempts to scream, but it's to no avail! Thrust, kipping back up, proceeds to pelvic thrust in celebration, the audience hollering in approval.

Going for another Spear, Alice lunges towards Thrust, but Thrust, not one to be fooled twice, steps out of the way in a beautiful pirouette, forcing Alice to collide with ring mat. CZ spins, and spins before dropping an elbow across the upper back of Alice Creed, her pinched vocal chords making themselves heard as the added velocity of the spinning made the elbow drop that more devastating. Curtsying with an imaginary dress over his stellar performance, Thrust grabs Creed's feet and flips her onto her back. Lifting her legs, Thrust then gives the filming camera his signature facial expression before headbutting the groin area of Alice Creed ala "Mind If I Groin You?", his head staying within that position for maybe a little too long before pulling his head back up to a get a fresh whiff of arena-air. The referee, knowing full well that such a maneuver could warrant a disqualification, gives Thrust a warning, which he then just shrugs off, grabbing Alice's wrist and placing her back onto her feet. Positing himself behind her, Thrust then runs with her into the ring corner, slams their bodies against the "Cheshire Cat," humps her vigorously, locks his arms around her waist, rolls her, and fluidly executes a bringing German Suplex, performing the "Big Bang Theory," laying Alice's shoulders square against the mat.

ONE...
TWO...
TH--
KICKOUT!!!

Damon Moore: "Oooooh my goodness. Alice Creed scares me, I thought it was over right there!"

Kevin Darby: "That was an innova-provocative maneuver from Thrust. Alice Creed wasn't about to give up yet though, she's been on the offensive for the majority of this match."

Damon Moore: "That's what Thrust wants you to think. Look at his never changing expression, the musk radiating from his body. I've never seen someone in so control of themselves, right here."

Kevin Darby: "While impressive, it doesn't guarantee victories. He still has quite the mountain to climb if you wants to stick his flag at the top."

Damon Moore: "Oh, I'm sure he'll be 'sticking his flag' into something later tonight."

Kevin Darby: "I thought this was a family show?"

Damon Moore: "What?! I was being completely literal. I read he has a pole in his bedroom, what's the purpose of a pole without a flag?"

Kevin Darby: "True, true."

Alice, surprised by Thrust's sudden show of athleticism, caught her completely off guard, almost costing her the match. Pulling herself together after the kick out, she quickly turns herself around and plants a Shining Wizard to the kneeling CZ Thrust, who previously was marveling over his almost-victory. A "clap" of her single knee connecting with his face echoed throughout the arena as Alice landed on her feet. Gripping his legs, Alice pulls Thrust away from the corner, but Thrust finds the energy and powers himself out of what could have been a set up Alice's "Kharma Clutch," throwing his thighs around the neck of Alice Creed, and locking them. The newly applied weight on Creed's shoulders forces her onto her knees as CZ locks in a Figure Four Necklock, thrusting his pelvis up and down for more wrench on the submission maneuver. Taking a moment to regather her footing, the hold around her neck was both painful and embarrassing, but she wasn't about to tap out! Finding the power within herself to lock her arms around the constantly moving waist of Thrust, she lifts him in a "powerbomb" position, runs and delivers a Running Powerbomb, slamming him onto the ring mat with a loud "bang!" Hooking both legs she goes for the cover.

ONE...
TWO...
KICKOUT!!


More of a "Thrustout," then a "kickout," the Sexiest Man Alive breaks the count as Alice Creed slams both her hands against the ring mat. Bouncing onto her feet she stomps towards the referee, asking why he wasn't counting faster, claiming bias for the Thruster. Unfortunately, this distraction was all Thrust needed as he kips back onto his feet, forces Alice to face him, and tucks her head into his ring tights, lifting her up into a "piledriver." Leaping, he implants Alice head-first onto the mat with his "Pilethruster" the impact of the maneuver throwing Alice's head out of his pants. Very sexually, Thrust then crawls on top of Creed and places his entire body on her, sucking her neck as he goes for a pin.

ONE...
TWO...
TH--
KICKOUT!!!

Alice Creed couldn't believe what was happening. Was CZ Thrust out-wrestling her? NO, NO, NO! Wiping the saliva off her neck, Thrust somersaulting back onto his feet, a flustered Alice Creed turns her attention back to the referee. That move had to have been illegal! "Nope, Chuck Testa." Thrust loudly exclaims, much to the pleasure of their watching audience. Wanting to scream, Creed couldn't, so she went with the next best thing. Kneeing Thrust into the stomach, she quickly lifts him into an almost back body drop position, but applies a headlock to the upside down CZ Thrust and slams him onto the match with an Air Raid Crash. Her twitching smile back from the dead, Alice runs both her hands through her hair, dastardly deeds flowing through her mind as the inclusion of such an idiotic internet meme sent her into madness. The impact of the Air Raid Crash put Thrust into a daze in the center of the ring, and hooking his legs, Alice looked to want to apply a Texas Cloverleaf. However, she applies the leg lock in reverse, forcing Thrust onto his stomach, and instead of sitting on her opponent, like a normal Cloverleaf would be applied, Creed stays standing and begins to bend the very flexible Thrust into a deadly looking submission maneuver, forcing Thrust to kick the back of his head with his own feet. Alice Creed called this the "Kharma Clutch," a move she attempted just earlier. The violent nature of the submission hold made some members of the audience look away, the little Jimmy's in the audience again hugging their mothers. Finding her voice again, Creed begins to laugh like her sinister self, continuously forcing CZ to kick himself in the head the longer she held the submission hold. The referee, not noticing any voluntary movement in Thrust checks the Sexiest Man to see if he's still conscious. His eyes were closed, but his facial expression remained untarnished. Not knowing if to call it, the referee picks up the limp arm of CZ Thrust, and using his best judgment, decides to call the match, the lifeless arm of CZ Thrust hitting the mat as Alice breaks the hold, and falls to her knees, still laughing.

Damon Moore: "Whut da hell! CZ Thrust just looked like an accordion out there."

Kevin Darby: "Alice Creed snapped. Thrust practically taunted her for the entire match, this couldn't be part of Thrust's game plan."

Damon Moore: "I don't know Darby, Thrust looked confident coming in, but now he looks unconscious inside that ring."

Kevin Darby: "Underestimated maybe?"

Damon Moore: "Alice Creed continues to send people down that rabbit hole, and despite the claims, CZ Thrust does fit."

Kevin Darby: "We'll be right back after this short commercial break."

The match fades as Alice crawls herself out the ring, keeping her entire focus on a fallen CZ Thrust into the ring. Fidgeting, Thrust's pelvis irks up and down, telling the audience that despite the result, his thrusting days still weren't over.

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PostSubject: Re: Friday Night Showtime: VIII RESULTS.    Wed Nov 16, 2011 5:27 pm


SHOWTIME VIII MAIN EVENT
vs
"Mean Machine" Martin Rack vs "The Duke of Disaster" Eli Thomas

Salvia rocks the arena as the SWE's roaring fans scream in approval over the arrival of "Mean Machine" Martin Rack. Hopping in place, Rack pumps himself up before clasping his hands together, making a "powerbomb" motion as fireworks blast off in unison. Smirking, he then makes his way down the entrance ramp, a swagger in his walk, knowing full well he's a force to be reckoned with. Arriving at the ring apron, hops onto ringside with one aggressive jump, showing off his grand athleticism. His smirk never fading, he goes between the ropes, and hops in place once more, readying himself for his main event match-up against the "Duke of Disaster" Eli Thomas.

Damon Moore: "That Martin Rack man, that guy can go! There's a reason he's called the "Mean Machine," he's built like steel, and he shows absolutely no remorse to his usually smaller opponents, man!"

Kevin Darby: "In this case, Rack is actually the smaller opponent, being at formidable 6'3" while Thomas barely towers him with an extra two inches."

Damon Moore: "That's why I said 'usually,' Darby. You don't think I already knew that?"

Kevin Darby: "Regardless, Eli Thomas has quite the mountain to overcome in Martin Rack tonight."

Damon Moore: "Riddle me this, Kev. If Thomas is taller than Rack, then how is it 'overcoming a mountain?'"

Kevin Darby: "...it's a figure of speech."

"Fuel" by Metallica refuels the already running audience as Eli Thomas makes his presence known. Pointing skyward, Thomas then proceeds to flex his muscles near the entry way, showing off the results of his gym regimen. Fireworks shower him for a good five seconds before Thomas begins his walk down the entrance ramp, making his pecs do a little "dance" to the beat of the last "good" Metallica song. Reaching the ring apron, Thomas looks upward at a ready Martin Rack and makes the "that belt is mine" motion with his hands and arms, circulating his vacant waist. Running up the ring steps, he goes between the ropes and retreats to his ring corner, stroking his masterful chin stubble.

Damon Moore: "Oh my goodness, look at that stubble! The chin hairs on Eli's face should just give him number one contendership for the Generation Next championship, forget this match, the winner is Eli Thomas by default!"

Kevin Darby: "These people payed their hard-earned money to see these two powerhouses WRESTLE. If this were a facial-hair growing contest, I doubt it would be booked for a wrestling event."

Damon Moore: "Darby...you know, never mind."

The bell rings and Eli Thomas and Martin Rack meet in the center of the ring. Both exchange profane words of competition as they refuse to showcase their weakness, Rack keeping his confident smirk, and Thomas continuing to show obsession with his own chin stubble. Clapping his hands together, Thomas then raises a single hand in the air, wiggling his fingers asking for a classic "test of strength." Rack at first laughs, knowing full well he's probably stronger than Thomas, but figures he could entertain himself with the "trouble." Rubbing his hands together, Martin Rack accepts the challenge and the two muscle-heads lock horns. The audience is drawn to the aggressive heat illuminating from the duo as neither competitor shows any sign of weakness. Their muscles collectively make themselves known as both try to out power one another, and after a long moment, Rack finds himself taking a step backward, making the audience "gasp" in response. Confidence brewing, Thomas smirks as Rack is astonished over the turn of events. However, this does nothing but ignite the competitive flame of Rack as he quickly recovers his footing, this time making Thomas take a step backward. Feeling intensifying, Martin Rack then screams as he throws Thomas backward against the ropes, forcing him to ricochet back, leading to a quick back chop to the chest to Eli Thomas. The slap echoes throughout the arena as Thomas roars in response, delivering a chop of his own! Loving this, Rack answers back with another back chop! Thomas with another! The two continue to exchange back chops until both their chests are a blood red, ending with a power clothesline from Thomas, sending Rack onto ring mat with a loud "thud." Eli Thomas proceeds to pose to his fans as they cheer in approval over the performance of their two main-event powerhouses.

Damon Moore: "This is like Godzilla versus King Kong! An epic battle between two larger-than-life rivals. We just need a little Tokyo for them to absolutely demolish, and we're set!"

Kevin Darby: "I personally wouldn't take it that far, but both these wrestlers look just about even. It's going to be interesting to see how the rest of this match plays out."

Damon Moore: "Why do you gotta be such a downer, man? THIS IS THE SHOWTIME MAIN EVENT, you gotta dig that!"

Kevin Darby: "I've never liked digging anything."

Damon Moore: "What was that phrase you used earlier...'it's a figure of speech.'"

Kevin Darby: "..."

Now fully collected, Martin Rack is back on his feet looking at a pandering Eli Thomas. Cracking his own neck, Rack goes quickly on the offensive and pulls Thomas onto his shoulders delivering his Mean Slam, a slightly modified variation of the Olympic Slam. Eli hits the ring hard, as pain instantly consumes the entirety of his back. Forcing Thomas to sit upright, Rack then delivers a series of clubs across the already red chest of Eli Thomas, the crowd counting along side. One, two, three, four, fi-Thomas holds ups his forearms, blocking the last club, throwing his own head back against the chest of Martin Rack, forcing him to break the hold. Turning himself around, Eli peppers a quick elbow to the side of Rack's face, allowing himself to get back on his feet. Applying a front headlock, he forces Rack onto his own, and throws his arm over his shoulder. A look of determination, Thomas plants his feet securely on the floor and executes a vertical suplex. The pain from Mean Slam still evident, Thomas takes a moment to collect himself after the slam, Rack feeling the pain of one of the most classic maneuvers in professional wrestling. Standing up, Thomas positions himself for an elbow drop, and plants one right across the chest of Martin Rack, going for a quick cover straight afterward.

ONE...
KICKOUT!

Rack throws an arm up, Eli now on his knees, hands on hips mouthing "I knew it." Smiling, he pulls himself back onto his feet, and grabs Rack's wrist, pulling him up. Still holding his arm, Thomas rears back, looking to want to hit another power clothesline, however upon impact, Rack remains on his feet, the move simply ineffective after the initial attempt. Angered, Thomas rears back again for another clothesline, but Rack simply looks unphased. Shaking ferociously Martin Rack begins to feel the power of the ultimate warrior, his face a glaring red as the crowd screams with him. Holding his arm out, he throws it across the throat of Eli Thomas with a lariat, forcing him onto the mat. Eli quickly recovers, but is met again with another lariat, and then another, and then another. Dazed, Thomas doesn't know what to do and is put in a "piledriver" position by the Mean Machine. Extending his arms like a certain razor, Rack then wraps his arms around the waist of Eli Thomas and lifts him onto his shoulders, throwing the Duke of Disaster down with a thunderous powerbomb. However, the Machine keeps his hold applied upon impact and lifts Thomas again, and performs another powerbomb, this time of the sit-down variation. Keeping the pin...

ONE...
TWO...
THR--
KICK OUT!!!

It took nearly every once of Thomas' power, but he managed to kick out, the match absolutely murderous on his back. Martin Rack slamming a single fist onto the mat told the story of a man who thought he had the secured victory, only to fail in his attempt. Angrily pulling himself off the mat, Rack grabs Eli Thomas by his shoulders and powerfully forces him back onto his feet. In one fluid motion, he places the Duke onto his shoulders and positions him for Machine Work. Upon the rotation, Thomas pulls a reversal from absolutely nowhere, and plants surprising DDT on the Mean Machine, the crowd cheering in response as both men now lay on the floor. Trying to shake off the maneuver, Martin Rack has an almost dazed expression on his face, fiercely blinking. Thomas on the other hand, still favoring his back, rolls onto his elbows and knees slowly trying to recover from her surprising reversal. Half the crowd begins to chant "Lets go Rack, lets go Rack!" while the other half screams in a burly chant "Duuuuuuuuuuuke~" Both men seem to grow their strengths from their respective audiences, but Thomas makes it to his feet first. Walking over to the Mean Machine, who's using the ropes for leverage, Thomas throws a single headbutt to the back of his head, stopping any momentum he may have had. Hitting another, Rack is now flat on the mat as Eli drags him away from the ropes by his legs. Now in the center of the ring, Thomas drapes both legs over his shoulder and beings to wrench the submission, applying his Wisconsin Crab. Rack, feeling the pain of the submission scrambles for the ropes, but it's to no avail.

Kevin Darby: "An innovative submission hold by Eli Thomas!"

Damon Moore: "Dog, put some flavor into your commentary, if you want to be an award-winning sports commentator like me, you gotta say lines like 'DOG, LOOK AT THAT DISASTROUS SUBMISSION FROM THE DUKE OF DISASTER!' That right there, is how you would call that 'innovative' submission lock-hold, right there."

Kevin Darby: "...Martin Rack, who seemed to be in control just moments ago, is now suffering the effects of the Wisconsin Crab, which is Eli's special version of the Stretch Muffler Hold, which itself is a variation of the Boston Crab. It's simply amazing what competitors in today's squared circle can innovate."

Damon Moore: "Whoa, whoa, whoa. That right there dog, is way too much information for our listening audience. Too-mo info! You gotta keep straight and to the point right here, dog. People at home don't need to know the specifics, they just want to enjoy the art that is wrestling."

Kevin Darby: "MARTIN RACK, THE MEAN MACHINE, may not seem so mean anymore if he can't break this submission hold. Every second is simply disastrous to his body!"

Damon Moore: "Now we're talkin' right there."

"The Duke of Disaster" Eli Thomas just wouldn't let go of the submission hold, it was as if he had Rack's legs in a Torture Rack. However, the longer he held the hold, the more he could feel his own pain radiate from his back, the Mean Slam and his Repeating Powerbombs simply doing their desired effect the longer he held it. Feeling himself losing his grip, Eli threw Martin Rack's legs off his shoulders and retreated to a ring corner, resting his back against the turnbuckles. The Mean Machine wasn't about to give up! Fighting through the pain going through his legs and lower back, Martin found himself on his knees, and eventually back on his feet as he watched a resting Eli Thomas in the corner. Slapping his thighs to get the feeling back, Martin Rack then charged head-strong for the Duke, looking for a corner clothesline! Eli Thomas, expecting this, came prepared. Lifting Rack with his brute strength, he used Rack's momentum against him and slammed him with a devastating Spinebuster! Going for a quick cover, Thomas lifts Rack's legs for extra coverage!

ONE...
TWO...
THR--
KICK OUT!!!

Despite the extra coverage, Martin Rack powered his way out of the pinning attempt just at the neck of time, forcing Eli to hit the turnbuckle pads behind him. Scrambling back on his feet, Rack implants an elbow onto the chest of Thomas, pushing him against the turnbuckles before gripping his thighs and sitting him on top of it. Peppering in some quick clubs, he finds the strength to put himself on the middle rope, and places Thomas' arm over his shoulder, in a suplex position. Letting out a primal yell, Martin looks to attempt a Superplex, but a quick punch to the stomach prevents the attempt at Thomas fights back. Throwing two headbutts to Rack's shoulder, Thomas throws Rack off the turnbuckle, his body landing on the mat with a loud "thud." Pointing skyward, Thomas then slaps his elbow and looks to want to attempt a flying elbow from the top turnbuckle. The crowd goes absolutely wild as the Duke of Disaster takes to the sky, ready to place a well-aimed Elbow Drop across the chest of Martin Rack. The elbow collides as Thomas goes for another cover.

ONE...
TW--
KICKOUT!!

Martin Rack wasn't about to allow himself to lose! Throwing a power shoulder, he leaves Eli Thomas absolutely stunned. He thought it was over! Slamming a hand onto the mat, Thomas finds the inner gusto to power himself off of the mat. "IT'S OVER!" he screams, grabbing Rack's wrist, placing him on his feet. Twirling a lone finger, signaling for the F-5, his be-all, end-all move, Thomas fireman carry's Rack onto his shoulders! However, the pain in his back just wouldn't allow it. Before Eli could attempt to the needed rotation to hit the maneuver, the strain on his back was just too much. Falling to a single knee, Eli clutches his back, allowing Martin Rack to get back on the offensive. Chuckling, Rack paces a few steps back and then lunges at Thomas with a Big Boot, knocking him out completely on the mat. Now laughing, Rack throws Thomas onto his shoulders in that same Fireman's Carry position and walks to the center of the ring, showing off his superhuman strength in the process. Giving a confident and stern expression at the camera, Martin Rack then executes the Rack Jacked, his ultimate move! Hooking the leg, he goes for the cover.

ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!

His hand now raised in victory, Martin Rack secures himself a championship opportunity at SWE Liveware, the fans in the audience completely satisfied with the result.

Damon Moore: "HE DID IT, HE DID IT! THE MEAN BEAN MACHINE DID IT! He chained those colored beans like he was the master of that game! That right there is how you win a match right here in the SWE!"

Kevin Darby: "With that victory, Martin Rack cements himself as number one contender for the SWE Generation Next Championship."

Damon Moore: "David Broom isn't half the size of Martin Rack, if he's not careful, and if he doesn't study his tapes, he could be in for a royal beating come Livewire!"

Kevin Darby: "Yeah, Martin Rack has another mountain to climb come later this month. David Bloom isn't just some push-over."

Damon Moore: "How many mountains are there? Seriously. ANYWAY, thanks for tuning in! Until next week this is Damon Moore..."

Kevin Darby: "And I'm Kevin Darby. See you all for the next install of SWE Showtime!"

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PostSubject: Re: Friday Night Showtime: VIII RESULTS.    Wed Nov 16, 2011 5:31 pm

Long story short: After a discussion with Phillip Phillips in the XAT box last night, I was feeling extremely impatient, and decided just to write the results myself. With help from CZ Thrust, we finished writing the show in around 10 hours. We split the work evenly, he wrote three matches, and I wrote three. Leon Young vs Viper didn't get included because neither handler role-played. I'm also not aware if anyone submitted any segments for the show, because I'm not an administrator, so if you did, we apologize in advance, this show just needed to be posted.

Lastly, hope you all enjoy the read! We had fun writing it.
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PostSubject: Re: Friday Night Showtime: VIII RESULTS.    Wed Nov 16, 2011 6:01 pm

The most awesome show thus far Surprised
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PostSubject: Re: Friday Night Showtime: VIII RESULTS.    Wed Nov 16, 2011 7:21 pm

I had fun writing the commentary... and the Dragonball Z references
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PostSubject: Re: Friday Night Showtime: VIII RESULTS.    Thu Nov 17, 2011 10:01 am

That was very well written! It looks good!

Good job, you guys!
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PostSubject: Re: Friday Night Showtime: VIII RESULTS.    Thu Nov 17, 2011 1:40 pm

Bieber, leave

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PostSubject: Re: Friday Night Showtime: VIII RESULTS.    Thu Nov 17, 2011 2:09 pm

Yesterday called, it wants its joke back.
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PostSubject: Re: Friday Night Showtime: VIII RESULTS.    Thu Nov 17, 2011 7:19 pm

Coma wrote:
Yesterday called, it wants its joke back.

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PostSubject: Re: Friday Night Showtime: VIII RESULTS.    Fri Nov 18, 2011 10:06 pm

CZ Thrust wrote:
I had fun writing the commentary... and the Dragonball Z references
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Yeah!That was cool commentary bro.
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PostSubject: Re: Friday Night Showtime: VIII RESULTS.    Sat Nov 19, 2011 12:08 pm

Okay, I posted part of it. I'll get the rest up later...
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