ELITE - European League International Television Entertainment - Recent Discussions http://elite.zmannzilla.com/discussions/feed.rss Sat, 19 May 12 08:22:52 -0600 ELITE - European League International Television Entertainment - Recent Discussions en-CA I liked Alex Wright better when he danced... http://elite.zmannzilla.com/discussion/185/i-liked-alex-wright-better-when-he-danced... Fri, 18 May 2012 13:50:30 -0600 Marf 185@/discussions Open to Jack Fellow and a shining smile only an insane asylum worker could appreciate.

He must be feeling damn good about himself.

Jack: What makes you say that?

Well now didn't it feel good?

Jack: What!?

Planting G9000's useless skull into the concrete floor like some sort of deranged gardener!

You finally showed something more than your one dimensional happy-go-forgetful attitude!

That douchebag was about to be yet another one hit wonder primed to step over you and climb the ladder of success until you lit each rung up in flames.

He didn't even see it coming!

How do you feel???

Jack: I went to sleep that night; well I tried to sleep at least, and every time I closed my eyes I saw his unconscious body on the floor.

I saw the damage I had done.

Every time I thought I was ready to doze off I would hear the sickening crunch of his head spiking into the cold floor.

It was disgusting. It was vile. And frankly...

Yes? Yes!? Frankly what!?

Jack: Well I enjoyed every second of it!

Yes!!!

Oh God yes!

You're finally getting it!

Jack: Sure.

But what I don't get is being paired with said douchebag as well as a formal rival.

To take on one of the most sadistic men in the company, one of the most over-rated men in the company and the shopping clerk.

Who came up with these teams anyway?

There is a possibility some hillbillies tampered with the bookings...

Jack: Speaking of hillbillies, when the hell did I ever take lessons from some dipshit that can barely put together a sentence?

If I wanted lessons on how to get my ass kicked in 13 seconds I would rejoin the J-Crew.

Seriously Cash, what the fuck can anyone learn from you?

How much blood one can lose when not preparing for a match week in and week out is my best guess, you useless tit.

Talk shit again and I'll be sure to break your fucking jaw.

This is so different, I love it!

Finally some balls on this kid!

I think I just jizzed myself...

Jack: Now where was I?

Oh right, the clusterfuck of a match coming up.

You know what, the booking is what it is, and I'm over it.

Nedved will likely show up at least. Whatever is left of G9000 can show up if he wants but I'll likely just hand him his ass again as he poses no use to this match.

I highly doubt the opposing three will be standing in unity either so realistically this match is no different than rolling the dice to determine a winner.

I guess so...

Jack: I suppose I could sit and here and run my mouth about having a brilliant strategy heading into the fight but quite honestly, I don't.

I'm going in blind hoping to find the light of sudden opportunity.

At worst, at least I can cripple G9000 some more...

Well that is a solid goal.

To crippling douchebags!

The end!

Get lost!
]]> Unchained http://elite.zmannzilla.com/discussion/184/unchained Fri, 18 May 2012 11:05:10 -0600 Ford 184@/discussions Hamburg, Germany. Post Autobahn One.

He sits amid the chaos of the post-show backstage area, slumped amid several equipment boxes, elbows on his knees. No ring crew or agents have come near the area in awhile, even though time is of the essence.

They know better.

His eyes stare straight ahead, never wavering. There's a thin trickle of blood running from his left nostril, dripping down over his lips...Product of Paine's boot colliding with the bridge of his nose. 

I ain't much fer talkin'.

He snorts, wiping absently at his nose. He pauses a moment to look at the blood  now on his fingertips...rubbing it between his fingers.

I guess I just ain't never seen much money in it. Talkin' is cheap where I come from, understand? Any fool 'n talk a good game. Turn a phrase an' make hisself sound like the cock a' the Gawt-Damn walk...when he ain't actually shit.

Where I come from...Words ain't worth a good Goddamn to nobody.

Actions...Actions is what matters.

And I am a man...of actions.

He snickers a little, letting his head recline back against the wall with a hollow thud.

Jackie Fellow learnt that. He learnt that the hard way. I don't harbor a grudge toward him, though...nor anybody else fer that matter. Ya'll are just...tools, y'understand? Objects, layin' about in disrepair. Sad lil broken toys, unused an' unwanted.

'at ain't right.

I know all about bein' unwanted. My daddy didn't want me. Momma prolly didn't either, but she weren't around far back as I can remember. Every day it was the same fuckin' thing. Every day was a fresh ass whuppin' to remind me I didn't belong. That I was a dis'pointment. A mistake, even. Every day he took a piece of my hide, just fer bein'...me.

But we squared that debt, didn't we, Daddy?

He snickers slightly to himself.

See, I know exactly what its like t'be broken. Unwanted. I look at ya'll, an' I see myself. I see a bunch of little broken toys, jus' itchin' fer somebody t'come and play with 'em. An' I will. See, I gots myself a singular talent fer fixin' broken toys. Fer givin' 'em the kind of...attention they deserve.

Whether 'ey want it or not.

Another snort.

Jackie Fellow learnt that.

And Paine...Paine's gonna learn that.

The hard way.

Now, don't think this is because I didn't take too kindly to what ya'll did, understand. I get it. Hell, I woulda done the same, if'n I had half a chance. But...

That don't mean their ain't gonna be no reprisal for ya'lls actions.

Not in the slightest.

But it ain't personal, Paine.

Yer jus' 'nother broken toy for me to play with.

Jus' 'nother distraction to get me through the days.

'Cause ya'll done made the mistake of lettin' me out my cage.

Now...

Now ya'll get to deal with the consequences.

-fade-








]]> Fb18 Studio http://elite.zmannzilla.com/discussion/183/fb18-studio Fri, 18 May 2012 10:15:25 -0600 TheSupremeForce 183@/discussions I haven't promoted any e-wrestling sites lately (especially since PK/DN died suddenly).  Well, this site is trying to get off the ground as an e-wrestling resource site focusing on graphics.  The work I've seen is good.  The community seems friendly.  They seem to fill requests pretty quickly, so if you're looking for some graphics, it wouldn't hurt to look.  

http://z13.invisionfree.com/FB18/index.php?

]]> Back Into The Zone...? http://elite.zmannzilla.com/discussion/181/back-into-the-zone... Wed, 16 May 2012 08:17:57 -0600 Z.10 181@/discussions Riches to Bitches... http://elite.zmannzilla.com/discussion/179/riches-to-bitches... Tue, 15 May 2012 07:52:48 -0600 w_woody 179@/discussions --Fade In--

We are inside a nice hotel room. Will Sabre is dressed in his usual, feet propped up on the small table in the corner, leaning back a bit in the chair. The TV is on, but the volume is muted. He grins at the camera as he drops the legs of the chair back to the floor, and then takes his boots off the table. He motions for the camera man to move away from the front of the TV watches for a moment, then turns back to the camera.

So, Bags...you think showing up is a good idea? Apparently, you forgot what happened to Profit. He may not be in a body bag...but he ain't around here anymore either is he? He's gone. So by all means if you're willing to take the risk...come on down. One more "W" on the scoreboard will boast well when it comes time for me to get that match with Monkey I've been bitching about. Although, it seems to me that I'm not really bitching. It seems to me that I'm taking out guys one at a time...and actually working my way toward my goal. Profit, Fella, Nedved, and now you. It's your turn to loose, Bags. Luck of the draw.

Sabre smirks at the camera before standing. He walks over to the mini fridge and opens it up, taking out a beer. He pops the top on the counter then turns back toward the camera as he takes a big drink.

ELITE is lining them up and I keep knocking them down. It's what I do. Sure, everybody knows I have a big mouth and that I, love to start trouble, but truth being told I back up my bitching. I think that's why you just had to point out that I need you in the Euro Tag Tournament. We're going to be team mates so I shouldn't try and hurt you. Is that it?  Unfortunately for you, Bags, I don't need guys like you on my team. I need guys with guts. It's just to bad that our singles match had to come before our tag match. It's why they invented the term Alternate, to begin with. 

I mean you try and downplay exactly how dangerous I am, but then contradict yourself by mentioning how we are supposed to be partners. I don't think that makes you smarter than Will Sabre, I think it makes you scared. You've seen my desperation...my drive...my will to win. You know that when we step into the ring to face one another that I'm willing to put my body on the line to win. I've wrestled with broken bones, a bloodied head, and torn muscles. Yet, still I competed. I still put on a show. I do what I need to do to make sure that Will Sabre gets plenty of TV time and that means doing more than showing up week in and week out and winning matches. It means making an impact. Like I said before...it's just unfortunate that this match was booked...before our Euro Tag match. See, the fans would already be hyped about the tourney and what was at steak...I wouldn't feel the need to do anything but go out and win. Yet, here we are...first stop on the Autoban tour and it's just Will Sabre vs. Bags. That is just boring. So, after hearing what you said, I take it upon myself to make this match interesting. Unique. It needs to be bigger. I mean I've got to get ELITE Management's attention...I've got to make sure that Monkey knows what's coming for him, maybe even draw him out so he and I can trade a few blows.

Sabre takes another drink of his beer. Then sits back in his hotel room chair. Kicking up his boots onto the table, once again.

I would much rather have came down to the ring and went off on a ten minute tirade about Monkey's ugly fucking wife or deformed looking children or something, but it looks like you are still determined to show, Bags. So, the burden of entertaining falls again to me. I hope you're ready for it. I hope you're sure about it. I know I am. When we roll out of Hamburg, there will be plenty of chatter about the show...but it's not going to be the question of who is going to win the tag tourney...no...it's going to be the chatter about what Will Sabre did to Bags...inside the ring.

I don't make bold empty threats, Bags. I make people fucking famous.

Sabre turns up his beer as the camera fades to black.

--Fade Out--

--End--
]]> Or Maybe That's What He WANTS You to Think... http://elite.zmannzilla.com/discussion/178/or-maybe-thats-what-he-wants-you-to-think... Mon, 14 May 2012 19:43:03 -0600 Nedved 178@/discussions You speak of control?

Your feeling of control is but an illusion, Dungeon Master...

I assure you that all you believe you have gained the possession of can be taken away from you quicker than you can point your plastic wand and utter a "magical" verse...

You see, for the first time in many, many moons, I appear human...

It had been eons since I had been defeated in a wrestling ring, but then you seized an opportunity to pin a nobody and walk away with the ELW Championship...

Not too long afterward, the unthinkable transpired: I was actually pinned by Will Sabre...

Very well... but unfortunately for you, William Sabre and ELITE, the nature of the conundrum that is Valeri Nedved is such that it becomes that much more convoluted whenever it appears to have been solved at last...


The ominousness in Val's tone drops ever so slightly as he relays the next part of his speech...


It is my belief that because the ramifications of a particular action continue to
become manifest long after the initial commission of the action, we retain the
ability to control what type of impact it makes... on our lives, on the lives of
others, on
our environment... much longer than most of us seem to think...



Although it's impossible to materially alter the
past, we nonetheless possess an unfortuntely under-recognized ability to
dictate what an a past event ultimately "means," so to speak.

I never did say how I would break you...

By all means, remain in your blissful mental state, frolicking in a fabricated land of trolls and spells, oblivious to the fact that the gastly grip of my harrowing hands gropes both sides of your present, actively manipulating the emerging portrait that you shall star in. 

Not clairvoyance but rather aptly applied artistic brilliance is the power with which you will wage war, dear warlock.

I anticipate that a common theme will manifest itself...

Nedved is unfathomable, Nedved is unpredictable, the wrath of Nedved is inescapable...

Continue believing you have slain him, O'Guardian of the Dungeon.  Just don't be surprised when it appears he has risen from the dead.
]]> That Settles It. http://elite.zmannzilla.com/discussion/177/that-settles-it. Mon, 14 May 2012 08:22:52 -0600 TheSupremeForce 177@/discussions Well, that's settled.

Bags throws open the drawer in his quaint little hotel room and starts pulling clothing out of it. Each article of clothing seems to fall perfectly into place inside the suitcase on the floor.

Don't even show up! Why didn't I think of that?
Thanks, Sabre. Just imagine all of the extra free time I'll have for not bothering to show up to work.

Fantastic. Wonderful.
You're a genius.

Bags flips the suitcase closed before bending down to zip it shut. He picks up the case and slings it over his shoulder. Whistling a merry tune, Bags walks toward the door.

However will I spend my new freedom?
Maybe I'll go back to Canada, visit my folks.
Oh, oh!

I can write my memoirs!
YES! That's what I'll do!

Hmmm... A name, a name. I need a name.
Any suggestions?

Oh! I got it!

Bags: Working in a Grocery Store Still Makes Me Smarter Than Will Sabre.

Bags tosses the suitcase onto the bed before clapping his hands. This isn't just any clap. It's the sort of clap that can only be attained after years of practice.

Sabre, it's good that you seem to be a tough guy, because you absolutely suck at giving career advice.

Why wouldn't I show up? Am I supposed to be scared of you? Please.
Maybe you should give the threats a break. You're constantly talking like you're going to seriously hurt someone, but what's your body count at so far?
Zero?
I'm sure it's zero.

Look at it this way. Your threats of hurting people have about as much credibility as me claiming that I could build a nuclear device. Sure, that might get me invaded by the US, but that doesn't mean that anyone else would buy it.

I can't build such a device, by the way.
So, relax, Sabre.

Anyway, here's what's going to happen. We'll have our match. It will end. We'll both go on our merry way. Well, I'll go on my merry way. You constantly seem to be bitchy about something, so you'll probably keep stomping away threatening to injury people.

Oooh, frightening.
Now, before you get your panties in a twist and retort with more crap about removing my arm at the elbow and using it to pick my nose, let me remind you of something.

Rumor has it that we're scheduled to be on the same EuroTeam as early as next. Remember?
And since winning that match is pretty much a requirement in order for you to get that match against Mad Monkey... You know, the one that's been giving you an erection for weeks now?

Do you really want to risk going into the first round at a numeric disadvantage?
Pssst. That means with fewer people.

On second thought, maybe you shouldn't risk it. If you lose in the first round, you'll have the built in excuse of blaming your teammates. What's failing going to do to you otherwise?

Seems appropriate that I go on to topple the nefarious Mad Monkey.

Bags, the Universal Champion, has a nice ring to it.]]>