| SNA | Date: Wednesday, 2011/08/31, 11:41 PM | Message # 1 |
 Curtain Jerker
Group: EWA Roster
Messages: 63
Status: Offline
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Marsham : What is that fool of an official doing?
Timmons: I don't believe it!! Justin Marsham's foot is on the bottom rope!! It wasn't their when the count started.. Marsham is alive!
-Payne looks at the leg of Justin Marsham as it hangs on the rope-
Timmons: I don't think Payne can believe it either
-Black Jesus kicks at the leg in rage... but hits the rope. He stumbles back as the pain shoots up his leg-
Masters: He missed?
Timmons: And that sent shockwaves up the already weakened leg
-Marsham gets to his feet, shaking his head to clear his mind-
Timmons: Both men up
Masters: Has he fully recovered from that cane shot though?
- Payne aims for a gut kick that Marsham catches. Throwing the leg away to make Payne spin Marsham stops his opponent while facing away and hooks the leg slightly-
Timmons: Wicked Driver coming??
-Marsham lifts Payne-
Masters: JESUS!
-Black Jesus flips over Marsham's shoulder, pulling his opponent down as he falls-
Masters: BLACK STABBER!
-Payne clutches his legs after having his opponent land straight on his knees-
Timmons: He might have done himself as much damage as he's done to his opponent
-Payne notices his opponent laid out and covers, hooking both legs-
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THR-KICKOUT!!
-Marsham shoots up his shoulder, pushing Payne off him-
Masters: How is this not over?
Timmons: Superb resilience and training on the part of both men. We could go on for hours!
-Black Jesus is first up, hobbling he steps back in a crouched 3-point position ready to charge-
Masters: Oh yeah!
-Marsham slowly rises-
Masters: Here it comes
-Payne sprints forward-
Masters: ON...
-He leaps high-
Masters: YOUR...
-Marsham catches the leg in midair-
Masters: KNEES?
-Payne crashlands as Marsham spins quickly into a single leg crab-
Timmons: THE EXECUTIONERS SONG!! THE EXECUTIONERS SONG!!! This one is over!
-Marsham grits his teeth in a twisted smile as Payne's stretches out trying to escape-
Masters: He's spent the match setting up for this
Timmons: And now it's in. There is no escape!
-The force increases as Marsham fully bends and extends the leg muscles, his knee pressing into the back of Payne-
Timmons: He has to tap... He has to...
-Payne grips his head and kicks the free leg as he screams out-
Masters: Is there an escape?
-Scrambling Payne gets a few inches towards the ropes before Marsham leans back further applying more and more pressure-
Timmons: Tap or break.... Tap or break...
-Another inch is given away, with Marsham losing some balance-
Masters: He might be free!!
-Realising the situation Marsham pulls back towards the centre, repositioning to better balance himself-
Timmons: The falter allows Marsham to reset to the middle, and Payne looks like he can't take it anymore
-Marsham almost sits on his opponent, Payne's hand hovering above the ring before turning to a fist in defiance-
Masters: Come on. Don't let this be
-Payne puts the fist to his head as Chris Young gets in close to check for submission-
Timmons: He has to give. After all the focus on the legs Payne surely can't turn this around
Masters: I BELIEVE!!
-The hand goes back to stretching for the ropes as the realisation of the distance hits Payne-
Timmons: There is only one option...
-The Payne shakes his head and then nods as his hand falls-
Timmons: HE TAPS!! This one is over!! Justin Marsham is still World Champion!!!!
-Marsham breaks the hold, collapsing forward and hanging on the top rope, head in his hands....THE ARENA EXPLODES.....THERE'S A MIXED CHANT OF 'THAT WAS AWESOME' AND 'JUSTIN MARSHAM'.....-
Masters: I refuse to accept that!!!!!
Timmons: It's happened. Get over it. Marsham was the better man! Ladies and gentlemen....your winner and STILL the EWA World Heavyweight Champion... JUSTIN MARSHAM!!!!!!
-CHRIS YOUNG RAISES MARSHAM'S ARM ON THE MAT.....MARSHAM STANDS.....YOUNG HANDS HIM THE BELT.....BLACK JESUS FINALLY ROLLS OUT.....THE FANS ARE GOING NUTS....-
Timmons: What a match....WHAT A MAIN EVENT!!!!!
Masters: I have to make some calls.....
Timmons: So you DID have money on this thing!
Masters: NO. NO I DIDN'T....
Timmons: Folks....this has been a night - wait a minute.
Masters: Ack!
-The lights suddenly go out....THE FANS 'OOOOOOH' AND CAMERA'S FLASH....PINK LIGHTS FLICKER LIKE CRAZY....when the lights come up....EL PABLO IS ON THE TOP ROPE.....THE FANS EXPLODE AND STAND UP AROUND THE ARENA!!!!!-
Timmons: IT'S PABLO.....EL PABLO IS IN THE RING!!!!
-Without his trademark smirk Pablo stares.....A SWEATY MARSHAM HOLDS THE TITLE AT HIS FEET WITH BOTH HANDS AS IF HE'S TEMPTED TO SWING IT.....HIS EYES ARE WIDE AND HE'S STILL SUCKING WIND FROM THE MATCH.....-
Timmons: WITH THE MOST SERIOUS EXPRESSION I'VE EVER SEEN ON THAT MAN'S FACE....EL PABLO IS STARING AT JUSTIN MARSHAM.....
Masters: OHHHH SHIT IT'S ABOUT TO BE ON TIMMY....THEY'RE GONNA DO THIS THING RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW!!!!!
-SUDDENLY PABLO STEPS UP WITH BOTH FEET ON THE TOP ROPE....HE TURNS AND BACKFLIPS OVER MARSHAM'S HEAD.....MARSHAM MOVES BACK ACROSS THE RING WATCHING HIM THE WHOLE WAY.....when Pablo lands perfectly he doesn't feign exhaustion....he simply comes to the middle of the ring.....THE FANS ARE ELECTRIC....Marsham stands up straight....and looks between the title and El Pablo....-
TIMMONS: FANS THIS HAS BEEN A NIGHT WE WILL NEVER FORGET.....BUT THINGS HAVEN'T EVEN BEGUN TO HEAT UP BETWEEN JUSTIN MARSHAM AND THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER EL PABLO.....FOR WILLIAM MASTERS AND THE REST OF OUR BROADCAST TEAM I'M TIM TIMMONS.....AND WE'LL SEE YOU AT SHATTERPOINT!!!! GOODNIGHT!!!!!
-THE FANS ARE ABSOLUTELY SPLIT!!!!! EL PABLO FINALLY WITH A HINT OF A SMILE PUTS HIS HANDS ON HIS HIPS....JUSTIN MARSHAM STANDING FACE TO FACE WITH THE FIVE STAR SUPERSTAR COCKS HIS EYEBROW AND LIFTS THE TITLE UP BETWEEN THEM....AND THEN UP HIGH OVER PABLO'S HEAD....THE FANS ARE SPLIT AS CHANTS FOR BOTH MEN SHAKE THE COLOSSEUM....-
EWA
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SNA is GOD.
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