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Sean Blake © vs. Vulture; Television Title Match
Topic Started: Feb 27 2006, 12:33 AM (157 Views)
Thomas Driver
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Television Title Match
Sean Blake © vs. Vulture
Singles Match

Deadline: March 4th, 7pm EST
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A big, snazzy entrance occurs while "More Human Than Human" by White Zombie blares on the PA system. Vulture makes his way to the ring...


(OOC: Good luck)
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Sean Blake
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Soon after the entrance of the challenges comes to a close, the fans await the Television Champion to enter.Their request is then answered, as the ring plummets into darkness as expected, and the awaited five words of Marliyn Manson make themselves known to everyone in the arena, which is met with a sudden explosion of cheers.

REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH!

With this, the distinguished beats of "Personal Jesus" by Marilyn Manson begin to play, smoke beginning to billow out from vents, overtaking the entrance way. Cheers still ring throughout the arena for the young man, and some boos, the fans not sure what to expect of Sean Blake these days. An eerie blue light makes itself known at the entrance way, and soon enough the lights surrounding it begin to synchronize with the beats, blinking on and off. As this happens, the shadow of Sean Blake shows starkly amongst the smoke and lights, the gleam of the Television Title visable across his shoulder.

Your own personal Jesus…
Someone to hear your prayers, someone who cares

Your own personal Jesus…
Someone to hear your prayers, someone who’s there


Now, the lights cease with their synchronization, and begin to blink wildly. With this, Blake begins to pace forward, the hood of his hoodie drawn up, covering most of his face, the coveted Television Championship across his shoulder and a fresh stick of chewing gum in his mouth.

Feeling unknown and you're all alone
Flesh and bone by the telephone


Lift up the receiver, I'll make you a believer
Take second best, put me to the test
Things on your chest you need to confess
I will deliver, you know I'm a forgiver


As he comes down the ramp, he takes the championship from his shoulder, holding it in the air and continuing to walk, the cockiness of his personality evident in each of his arrogant struts. He begins to move to the left, holding out his hand slapping it with a couple of lucky fans, allowing them to pat him on the back and such as he makes his way to the ring, soaking their comments, both praising and insulting, but he doesn't necessarily let it bother him. He finally stops in front of the ring, hoping up and down and shaking out his limbs, waiting for the announcer to do his job.

Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred-and-twenty three pounds, he is the self-proclaimed Personal Jesus of the PWA and the PWA Television Champion... Please welcome, Sean Blake!

Hearing his name being chimed for all the arena to hear, Blake throws off his hood, a smug grin on his face. He whips his wetted hair back from his face, revealing a bandage across his head as well as bruises from his encounter with ALX at Pandemonium. He listens to the crowd and takes a few seconds to soak up the ovation, as well as the insults, of the crowd. Finally, he rushes to the steps, taking a quick stroll up them and walking along the apron, stopping.

Reach out and touch faith!
Reach out and touch faith!

Your own personal Jesus…
Someone to hear your prayers, someone who cares

Your own personal Jesus…
Someone to hear your prayers, someone who’s there


He now looks to the crowd for a second, showing a trademark smirk before grabbing the top rope with both ands and pulling it, using the added momentum to help him bound completely over it, bringing his hand up to secure his championship around his shoulder before nimbly landing on his feet and nodding a couple of times, eyeing his opponent for a second before turning back to the crowd.

Reach out and touch faith!

Feeling unknown and you're all alone
Flesh and bone by the telephone

Lift up the receiver, I'll make you a believer
I will deliver, you know I'm a forgiver


As the song comes to a close, Blake raises his Televison Championship into the air as before, the crowd cheering in appreciation for the young man, and others shouting degrading insults towards him. He finally puts his prize back down to his shoulder, looking over to face his opponent, the smug grin still plastered upon his face, looking into the eyes of "The Beast."

Reach out and touch faith…

Your own personal Jesus…

Reach out and touch faith!
Reach out and touch faith!
Reach out and touch faith!
Reach out and touch faith…


The song ends and the lights return to normal, and Blake pulls the black hoodie over his head, throwing it out of the ring to the ground below, and holding his championship in front of him, eyeing, before finally handing it to the referee. The official holds the championship in the air, signalling that this is indeed a Television Championship match. The referee, seeing that both men are obviously ready, calls for the time keeper to officially start the match.

DING DING DING!

OOC: Good luck!
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As the three familiar chimes cuts through the tension between the two men, they prepare to begin the Television Title bout, shaking out their limbs and beginning to circle each other. Normally, Blake would start the match-up by locking up with his opponent as demonstrated in the past couple of weeks, but he knew that would not be a wise decision on his part, seeing as Vulture was much larger and stronger than him. This would mean Blake would have to change his plan of attack for this match, but this was Vulture’s element, he had nothing to worry about but getting his hands on the Television Champion and utterly destroying him. Blake would not allow that to happen, though, and he knew he must avoid getting too close-and-personal with The Beast, and it was evident he would be attempting to avoid his opponent as he quickly quickens his pace, sliding about the canvas with the grace of a cat. Vulture just observes, moving a few steps every so often so that he would now allow himself to be taken by surprise. The two continue to circle each other, until Blake begins to slow himself, actually seeming as if he may attempt to lock up with the Bird of Pray, cautiously starting forward toward his opponent. Vulture continues to measure his opponent as the two near each other; Vulture offers a hand forward slowly, seeing if he may goad his opponent into an attempt to overpower him. However, Blake is not as easily coaxed or as foolish as Vulture believes, and is only formulating a plan of attack against the larger man. Just as it seemed as The Animal had gotten his way and had Blake lock up with him, the Television Champion ducks down, raising his foot from the ground and lashing it sideways, connecting firmly across the muscular upper leg of Vulture. The former Television Champion winces in agony, his upper leg feeling as if had just been flogged with a bullwhip, a stinging sensation quickly spreading throughout it. The well-placed kick had brought the Bird of Prey’s guard down, and Blake quickly continued, unleashing another stiff kick to Vulture’s appendage. The second blow is amplified as it places itself at nearly the exact same place as its predecessor. The latter of the two kicks causes Vulture to limp forward, his hand coming down to grasp the burning flesh, hoping to soothe it. Now seeing he had a golden opportunity to get a much-needed advantage against the three-hundred-and-twenty-pound warrior, Blake takes maybe no the most smart of approaches, and throws his forearm forward, the edge of it connecting across the temple of Vulture. Blake throws another explosively stiff forearm strike across Vulture’s head, as he begins to pound away at his opponent, the series of forearms continuing to force the former Hardcore Champion further backwards into the ropes. Vulture finds his body being now pressed into the steel cables, and the barrage of blows colliding with his skull ceases for a second, and Vulture feels Blake’s fingers clasping around his wrist and tugging him forward. Vulture allows himself to go with the momentum of the Irish Whip, but that is where the “help” comes to a sudden halt, Vulture stopping Blake’s assault hard in itself tracks, before swinging him around and throwing him against the ropes himself, the tables quickly turning. Blake finds himself rebounding from the cables, and right back toward the “Birdman”, who was indeed waiting, with proverbial “talons” drawn, laying in wait for his opponent to return. The Notorious One attempts to make some sort of offensive maneuver to counter, but he is quickly cut off, Vulture suddenly causing him to come a sudden stop, catching him again his body, his arms wrapped tightly around Blake. With a great heave, his arches his body backward, Blake’s body whipping backwards. He finally releases his opponent, sending the smaller man sailing through the air and crashing onto the canvas, hard. PWA’s Personal Jesus writhes in pain on the canvas, the impact of the Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex forcing the air out of his body temporarily. Meanwhile, Vulture rises to his feet, giving an arrogant smirk after the beautifully executed maneuver, but the crowd only boos him, as he expected. Vulture takes a few steps forward, towering over the fallen champion for a brief second before kneeling down, taking Blake’s shaggy hair and pulling him upward, hoping to continue his the punishment, and hopefully put the Epicenter of Excitement down for good, and reclaim the Television Title he had lost to Mike Constine, who he had beaten in their previous Street Fight at Pandemonium. But past victories and losses aside, Vulture suddenly felt a sharp pain in his ribs, as Blake delivers a swift forearm to swing the momentum in his favor. Another series is dealt, and Vulture releases his firm grip on Blake’s dark hair. The opening is just enough to where Blake can mount offense, springing to his feet and quickly delivering a kick to the leg he had targeted earlier. Vulture’s leg momentarily gives out this time, but the feeling to it quickly returns, but not for long, as Blake’s opposite leg comes to complete a fourth stiff kick to the other side of his leg. Vulture grunts at the unpleasant burning sensation’s return, as Blake delivers a fifth kick directly to the front of his leg. It seemed as if this would put down The Animal for sure, but he continues to fight through the pain, holding his ground. Seeing that he would have to do more than target his opponent’s legs, Blake leaps into the air, bringing his foot around, his shin connecting brutally across his opponent’s temple as Blake drops to the ground. Vulture is quick to follow, his body lurching forward as he collapses to his knees after the devastating Enzuigiri. Even though he had gotten Vulture down, it was still a feat, in the eyes of Blake that Vulture was only down to his knees. He quickly springs to his feet, running to the ropes and rebounding off toward his kneeling opponent at blinding speed. He brings his foot up, the sole of his boot connecting squarely to Vulture’s nose and causing his body to snap backwards, Blake’s trademark Yakuza Kick finally putting The Beast down on the canvas. Seeing his opportunity to victory, Blake scrambles to make the cover. Meanwhile, the official drops down to the canvas.

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Despite being victim to one of Sean Blake's most hard hitting attacks, Vulture is able to thrust his shoulder off the canvas. The Bird of Prey was rising to his feet at an alarming rate, leaving the Television Champion with little time to think before he was once again face to face with the monstrous warrior. He decides on a way to take out his large challenger, heading over to the turnbuckle as quickly as possible before jumping to the second rope. He leaps to the top of the post, using a springboard to carry him towards his target in the Picture Perfect Moonsault. Sean had never really hit this maneuver on a standing opponent, but this variation not only delivered initial damage, but it also helped to inflict some additional pain when the unified athletes crash to the canvas. This gives the champion enough momentum to cover the challenger once more.

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Ring Announcer: Here is your winner and STILL the PWA Television Champion...SEAN BLAKE!!!

"Personal Jesus" blasts from the speaker system, another successful defense by Sean Blake. He is given his championship title, which is lifted into the air as the referee raises his other arm. The commentators talk about the win as Insanity goes to commercial.
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