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Post by Craig Lovecraft on Nov 30, 2007 0:00:08 GMT -5
*The scene opens at a press conference. Melissa Evans is shown standing at the podium.*
Melissa: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome ECWF’s Ultimate Internet Champion and first ever King of the Ring winner, and, of course, soon to be the first ever NEW Universal Champion… Craig Lovecraft!
*Craig steps up to the podium as the crowd applauds.*
Craig: Thank you all for coming. There have been a lot of people who say I don’t deserve to be where I am today. They think I’m handed title shots and haven’t done a thing to earn them. Those people… are fucking idiots. I have never been handed a single thing in my career. Just look at the ECWF Royal Rumble. I was the 15th entry. The bottom half! And I still walked out the winner. I defeated 39 other competitors and in the end, I was the one who had their hand raised. My upcoming opponent? Well, he entered at 26, a much higher number. But that didn’t matter. I still beat him. So, Dave has 17 title wins in his career. Seems like quite an accomplishment right? But if you think about it, 17 titles in 5 years, give or take, isn't all that much. That's not even 4 titles a year. Look at me . . . in my rookie year I won 4 titles. I hold a title shot right now as a matter of fact and I am this close to becoming the first ever NEW Universal Champion. When you think about it . . . Dave doesn’t look so impressive does he?
But there’s a little more to this match than the average NEW fan might know. Dave and I are currently in a disagreement over ECWF’s UI title. You see, I worked hard to get that belt. I had to go through one of the most decorated stars in ECWF history, as well as one of ECWF’s up and coming main eventers. I overcame the odds and won the title. And then Dave decided to enter the picture. If you want to talk about people being handed title shots, look no further than Dave McIntyre. I was scheduled to compete against Anthony Tarantino in a Champion vs. Champion match, but before it could begin, some stupid masked son of a bitch decided to jump me from behind. That man… was none other than Dave McIntyre. You’re all likely wondering why Dave would commit such a cowardly act. The answer is very simple. Dave had secretly met with ECWF GM Shane Warner. The two had a lot in common, including both being European. So Dave becomes Shane’s new best friend and gets himself a free shot at my title. Am I mad? You’re damn right I’m mad. If Dave is as great as he claims to be, it shouldn’t have been a problem for him to earn a shot just like everyone else. But I think I might know why Dave had to have a shot given to him. I think I know why he had to attack me from behind and hide his face. It’s because he knows that compared to me, he’s nothing. So he’s taking every cheap advantage he can and hoping that by the time we get to the match, I’ll somehow be too worn out to be at the top of my game. But it’s just too bad for him that won’t be happening. Dave can use all his cheap tactics on me but the end result will always be the same. I win. Every single time. It doesn’t matter what the match is or what’s on the line. I still win. Dave, December 5th will be no exception. I’ll be the one beating your ass in the middle of the ring. I’ll be moving on in the NEW tournament, and I’ll sure as hell keep you from getting your hands on my UI title. Face the facts, Dave. It doesn’t matter how many titles you’ve won. I’m better than you. I always will be. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.
*Craig stares into the camera as the crowd cheers.*
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~Omen~
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Post by ~Omen~ on Nov 30, 2007 8:29:03 GMT -5
*The scene opens up with Omen walking through the front gate of the Brookfield Zoo. People are staring and point at him while he is paying for a ticket and walking up to the Directory. Some people walk by and take pictures and others scream his name, but Omen just smiles and waves, still looking for something on the directory. Omen smiles and points at it, The camera picking it up and seeing that he pointed to the Monkey cage. The camera cuts to a shot of the Monkey Sign above the huge cage. Omen is watching the Monkeys swing around on the trees and fight each other. The camera gets a shot of Omen from the side and Omen just stares at the monkeys intently and speaks.*
You know, Monkeys remind me of what we were ages ago. They started us you know. They were our roots. Because of them, we have Thumbs. Because of them, we know Dominance. Because of them, We know Obedience. But we are smarter than them. And that's something that they would have never expected, and we evolved from them. We stood upright, we started civilizations, we made a better mankind. And also we don't fling our Poo around, which makes us more mature and not disgusting. But if some people do it, then that's their own thing, but for the most part, a lot of people are civilized and not complete animals. But some people, fighters, the Modern Warriors that sell out arenas and bleed for entertainment, like the so many people in the NBA, they really show their animosity. Like the World Heavyweight Champion, Sean Classic. Or even the Supergirl, Missy Monroe, your Women's Champion. People that are so civilized, but at the same time animals that fight for Dominance. For the Championships to show that they are better. And that New Internet Championship that I'm fighting 2 others for, is going around my waist. I'm going to show that my opponents are monkeys, that they are nothing but uncivilized beings that know nothing but to eat, sleep, and fight. And even though your probably thinking to yourself what makes me better, what makes me more dominate than the others, well the truth is, I don't know. I'm not sure what makes me so different from them, besides me being the Patron Saint of Punk and being the only Saint that will tell you to go to hell, but I wouldn't know. All of us are monkeys in the ring, the Dominate ones are the ones who hold the titles, and I'll be holding the NEW Internet Title, and that Gold will show that I am another dominate force in the NBA, in the NEW, and in the Wrestling Industry. Because To show my opponents that i'm right, I'll show them that Blessings happen in Disguise!
*the Camera looks back at the monkey sign, and fades.*
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Post by Alex Seeker on Nov 30, 2007 19:27:25 GMT -5
**Scene opens up inside a huge mansion. The camera crew walk to a room with a slightly open door. We see a man, in what seems to be the master bedroom of the mansion. The man is sitting down on his chair, at his desk looking at his computer monitor which displays NEW.com. The man begins to type on the 'Impacting Blogs' section**
"Hello to all NEW fans. How was Thanksgiving last week? Good? Mines was pretty good that is until the next day, when I blew to opportunity to win a title. But it's all good. They all knew I wasn't my best last week but I am much better. I've been going to the gym, every morning to get the exercise I need. Well, I saw Omen's little trip at the zoo, and I just wanted to let him know that nobody cares about the theory of evolution. I don't believe any of that shit. Although, that might just be true, for some people that is. President Bush looks exactly like one, so maybe he evolved from one. But this isn't about that idiot. If you want to associate dominance with championships, then look no further, come this Wednesday. Well, you don't have to look, you'll experience.
Omen, you call yourself the Patron Saint of Punk. I give you props for knowing what you are: a no-good punk. I don't think NEW needs someone to tell them that they're going to hell. No one will take you seriously with poor comments like that. Moving on to Rango Strong. Who are you? Has anyone ever heard of you? Were you in the indie wrestling scene? Not like I care. Well, NEW and Seeker fans (like I have any *laughs*) When I win the NEW internet title, I'll wear it like a badge of honor. It needs a great title owner. It doesn't need a punk or a nobody. It needs an Instant Classic! Enough with that, have a good weekend world. Have more days of exercise ahead."
**The camera pans out. The man in the chair spins around to obviously reveal himself as Alex Seeker. Alex tells the camera crew to leave as he has things to do. The crew obeys and walk away as the screen fades to black**
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Post by Super Girl on Dec 3, 2007 4:27:02 GMT -5
*The scene opens up with Missy coming out of the trainers office. She is still bruised from her last match, but still hot. Jimmy is also by her side.*
Missy: Oh don't feel bad for me, this is just another day at the office for me. Mr. Natural was very fortunate that I LET HIM leave the ring with all of his limbs intact. Next time he won't be so fortunate. But now on NEW, they want to throw me in a tag match against two "Mystery" opponents. Well, I really don't care who they are, because whoever, they are, they are going to feel my wrath like no one has ever felt it before, because as you can imagine, I'm not in a good mood. In fact, I'm PISSED OFF!
*A video flash back is seen of Missy's match with Mr. Natural. The scene of Ben Zenith interfering to help Meggan and attacking Mr. Natural flashes by.*
Missy: Ben, I thought you were my friend. In fact, you were like a brother to me. You were someone I could trust no matter what. When I needed someone, other than my man, to have my back, you were there. When I told you and everyone else to not interfere with my match no matter what the cost, you blundered in and cost me my NBA Women's title. Now I know that Miss Hannah Harper and her FTW goons are mostly to blame, and I am not one to make excuses, but you knew better than to do what you did. Now, I am without my title. A title I earned, but lost because of a ridiculous stipulation.
*The scene of Ben pushing Missy away and Jimmy coming in and slapping the chair out of his hand flashes by the screen. The scene of Meggan revealing her pregnancy and that Ben was the father also flashes by.*
Missy: Meggan is my younger sister. She was my responsibility. When she came in, I asked you to help me watch over her, not to take advantage of her. I asked you to not get involve with my sis, but you did anyway. You kept secrets from me Ben, and this was the biggest one of them all. My sis is only 18 years young Ben. You just ruined her life, because you couldn't keep your penis in your tights. You messed up big. Now, you and Meggan are gone doing God knows what. She won't answer my phone calls and we haven't spoken since that FTW event. On top of all that, you say you know where Bev is, but you won't say where. I find it hard to believe that one of my so-called closest friends would not tell me where she has gone, but yet you of all people knew, and never said a damn word. I don't know who to trust anymore.
Jimmy: Ahem.
Missy: Oh you know I trust you baby. *Gives him a kiss*
Jimmy: I know.
Missy: Now me and my man have to face two morons who signed a contract to a match with their judge, jury and executioner! Poor idiots. Well, let me address these idiots by saying that I don't even care about winning or losing this match. All I care about is hurting someone in that ring. All I care about is doing bodily harm and damage to someone....anyone. I'm letting Jimmy sit this one out, because I am in the mood to cause all the pain and anguish I can on the opposing team. Hannah, I don't care if it's two men, I will rip their eyes out of their sockets and replace them with their testicles.
Jimmy: Ugh, that wasn't a good mental picture there sweety.
Missy: Sorry about that hon.
Jimmy: Um...How about I try to make you feel better somewhere a bit more...private. *Winks*
Missy: *Smiles* Why not?
*Missy leaves with Jimmy as the scene fades to black.*
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Post by Jimmy Ice on Dec 3, 2007 7:36:13 GMT -5
^^^ Its like my girl said! . . . with some cheese on it! WHAT NOW?!
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~Omen~
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Post by ~Omen~ on Dec 3, 2007 11:38:35 GMT -5
lol
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Post by Craig Lovecraft on Dec 4, 2007 1:15:33 GMT -5
*Craig and Melissa are shown in their locker room at ECWF’s MNM show. Craig is sitting down on the couch, watching the show on his TV. Melissa walks over and snuggles in beside him.*
Melissa: So, do you think your team is going to stand a chance?
*Craig laughs.*
Craig: Of course. Have you seen who all I’m with? Venom’s the ECWF World Champion, Rocket’s on his way to winning the KOTD title, and Torch and Reaper are both great competitors. Add all my greatness to that combination and there’s no way anyone can beat us.
Melissa: What about Jimmy’s team? It’s full of highly decorated wrestlers, including your NEW opponent, Dave McIntyre.
*Craig smiles at her.*
Craig: You’re trying to get me going, aren’t you?
Melissa: Of course.
*Craig looks over to the camera.*
Craig: Well, Dave you may have won 17 titles in your long, long career, but I know 2 titles you’ll never get your hands on. The first, my Ultimate Internet Championship. I don’t know how you could lower himself to sucking cock for title shots, but hey, maybe that’s why you’ve won so many belts. If you lose one, you just blow your boss and get another shot. But Dave, just because you’re willing to use such low tactics doesn’t mean you’ll stand a chance at beating me. There’s a reason why I’m Champion. It’s because I beat everyone who gets in my way. I don’t care if they’re some random loser who’s never won a match, or a decorated veteran like you. The end result is always the same. Which brings us to belt number 2. The NEW Universal Championship. Not only will you never win this title, but you won’t even get a chance to compete for it. I’ll be the one moving on and getting the title match. And then I’ll win it. And as the NEW Universal Champion, I’ll make sure that people like you never get title shots that you don’t deserve. Face the facts, Dave. It doesn’t matter how many titles you’ve won, or how long you’ve been wrestling. Compared to me, you’re nothing. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a show to get back to.
*Craig looks back at the TV as the screen fades to black.*
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Post by Ethan Everhart on Dec 4, 2007 16:52:38 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300] "The Oracle" Ethan Everhart and his manager Ian Mason enter a dark lit room where a conference table has been set up. Ethan and Ian take a seat as a dark figure sits from across with his hands placed upon the table and seemingly on the edge of his seat. Ethan stares at the individual before the unknown figure speaks[/glow]
Man: Well Mr. Everhart, I see you were able to make it, as well as yourself Mr. Mason. We all know why we are here?
[glow=red,2,300]Ethan and Ian both nod in response to his question. Ethan slowly gets up from his chair[/glow]
Ethan: Let's cut to the chase shall we? We all know that the N.E.W. will debut soon and that I, The Oracle Ethan Everhart, and my manager Ian Mason, will be part of an important match. Our goal is to simply acquire all the gold. First, with the help of my manager Ian, I will win the FTW Extreme Championship by defeating Eddie G., Anthony Tarantino, V.I.Punk and Kenua. We already heard each of these men speak over and over and over and over, on how they are going to win, how they are better than everyone else, and how to speak english. However, the more they express themselves, the more I am convinced that perhaps some of them are in over their heads in this match. Truthfully, none of these men even deserve a title shot. I however, do deserve a title shot. What have any of these men done so far in the NBA except lose time after time after time?
Let's listen to the facts shall we? V.I.Pussy has never beaten me and has lost his last three matches from what I can remember. He does a disappearing act of his own and then suddenly appears out of the blue to challenge for two titles. Come now Vincent, you don't honestly think that you deserve a title, much less a title shot, do you? I really don't think so. You have as much hope of becoming a champion as you do of actually being remembered playing in the superbowl. You sport those two superbowl rings as though you accomplished something on your own. Truth is, you probably never even saw playing time because you were just a third string nobody.
Kenua, I said I don't know you, not that I wanted to get to know you. Damn, what's next? are you going to tell me your life story and how as a child you were molested by your uncle Keith while camping in the woods? Maybe you're going to tell me about the time you burned your dick off with a firecracker? Look buddy, I don't care about you or your past accomplishments. They don't mean squat to me in this present time. Just stay out of my damn way, and you won't get hurt. Nah, who the hell am I kidding? I am going to seriously hurt you Kenua, so come and get yours.
Eddie you Mexican bastard, don't kid yourself. You got lucky against me in one match. This time you won't be so lucky. Just like your stupid friend, I am going to hurt you and deport your sorry ass back to Mexico. Anthony, come and get your second loss. Talk about your titles and accomplishments when you get to the place you won them, but here you are 0 and 1. You don’t even belong in the same ring as me as far as I’m concerned. You talk and talk and talk as if somebody owes you something. In my opinion, which matters the most, you don’t deserve to share the same spotlight as I do.
And finally, it’s not that I am not focused on this match, but I don’t want Jimmy Ice, Dave McIntyre or Craig Lovecraft thinking that I’ve forgotten that I am also in the NEW Universal Title chase as well. Do not be fooled gentlemen, I am focused on one thing, and one thing only, and that is winning at all cost. I will underestimate no one, but I will not overestimate anyone as well. I am watching the Dave McIntyre and Lovecraft match closely, because whoever wins this match will be facing Jimmy Ice and me, Ethan Everhart, in the finals. Gentlemen, talk all you want, but I plan on taking all the gold here in the NBA, FTW and NEW. It’s only a matter of time. And speaking of time, I think it’s time we end this meeting.
Man: Agreed.
Ian: Let us mark it down on our calendars’ then shall we? December fifth, the day that The Oracle Ethan Everhart and The Mastermind Ian Mason takes over professional wrestling.
[glow=red,2,300]All three individuals laugh as the scene fades to black.[/glow]
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~Omen~
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Post by ~Omen~ on Dec 4, 2007 23:56:06 GMT -5
*The scene opens up with Omen sitting his Apartment's patio, looking down at the city, Dropping pennies from the rail and watching them fall. He throws the rest of the pennies off and looks over his shoulder at the camera.*
Seeker, I know what your thinking. What exactly makes me think that I can do or say that'll make me look better. All you did was say that I'm dominate and that I'll win the match and title, but I, Alex Seeker, Thinks that Omen is a no good Punk that isn't anything to anyone. Well Seeker, Here's the problem, Your wrong. Wrong as sin. Wrong like you trying to steal cookies from the cookie jar. Well guess what Seeker, There are no cookies in the cookie jar! There is no outcome for you. You try, but you get nothing in return. Thus, this match. This match is my Return, and your shot at gold. But what you really are in this match is a card filler. And that's all you'll be, a filler. You have no importance in this match, hell you might not even have importance to the company or life itself. But hey, What do I know, I'm just a punk. And Like you said Seeker, I just tell people that they're going to hell. But What's funny is that i'm not that kind of Saint. I'm not a Saint of all that is right and righteous, I'm just the Patron Saint of Punk! I am the head honcho of Anarchy and Rebellion and The Sex Pistol's Success! And what do you have to say about yourself, Seeker? Your name doesn't mean anything, hell People don't even care for you, so why should I? And I'm not, Because The only thing I have to say is that Saint Omen is the new NEW Internet Champion! And no one is stopping me! Because Blessings happen in Disguise, and come Wednesday, you'll see.
*Omen opens the screen door and walks in. The Camera fades to black with a shot of Chicago.*
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