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| Showtime © vs. Rex Haraway; World Title Match | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 27 2006, 12:35 AM (179 Views) | |
| Thomas Driver | Feb 27 2006, 12:35 AM Post #1 |
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World Title Match Showtime © vs. Rex Haraway Singles Match Deadline: March 4th, 7pm EST |
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| Rex Haraway | Feb 27 2006, 08:27 AM Post #2 |
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An empty ring signals that the Main Event is ready to roll, and boy what an opportunity a certain up and rising PWA Superstar has right before him. Fresh after his World Title win last night, Showtime is already defending his strap of gold against PWA Rookie Rex Haraway, who himself last night beat a former champion of the world. But enough of the history. Accompanied by the Seattle grunge band Soundgarden’s hit, Outshined, many Pojo Wrestling fans are now familiarised with the sounds they hear as they rise up and begin to cheer. Wrenching back the curtain in his palm, out walks one of the PWA’s latest talents known best as Rex Haraway. I got up feeling so down I got off being sold out I’ve kept the movie rolling But the story’s getting old now, oh yeah I just looked in the mirror Things aren’t looking so good I’m looking California And feeling Minnesota, oh yeah Tonight there is an obvious giant smile stretching across the young man’s face as he steps out onto the stage. The big opportunity before him makes him feel giddy inside, yet he knows he needs to control himself if he even has the smallest chance of actually winning tonight. Small odds, but odds none the less. (So know you know) Who gets mystified (So know you know) Who gets mystified Show me the power child I’d like to say That I’m down on my knees today It gives me the butterflies Gives me away ‘Till I‘m up on my feet again I’m feeling, I’m feeling outshined … outshined … outshined … outshined The new superstar continues to strut down to the ring as eager PWA fans stretch out over the barrier. Their grasping hands try to touch the body of Rex who willingly gives them five and carries on to the next person. His happy mood plays well with his growing fans, which after every show, seems to be increasing by the hundreds. Ring Announcer: The following bout is scheduled for one fall and is for the Pojo Wrestling Alliance World Championship! Now entering the ring, the challenger; hailing from Detroit, Michigan. He weighs in at 214lbs and stands at a height of 6 feet, 1 inch tall. He is – Rex Haraway! Now standing by the foot of the squared circle the newcomer throws his arms up into the air to a great reaction. Only when Showtime enters, however, will a true definition of “reaction” be described to its full. The newbie rolls under the ropes to access the ring where he jumps onto the nearest turnbuckle, second rope that is, and opens his arms out wide to many a camera flash Johnny: What an opportunity for Rex Haraway here tonight, folks. Last night the man managed to seal a rather unorthodox victory over a former World Champion, so I wonder how well he will fare against the current World Champion! Donny: Of course he’s gonna flop, Johnny. He’s just fodder for another World title reign, easy as that. Rex begins to do a number of final stretches as his music dies, the fans ever so eager to see Showtime enter. (OOC: Thank you for this match. I'll give it my all) |
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| Showtime | Feb 27 2006, 07:41 PM Post #3 |
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Showtime enters. *OOC:* I'll edit my intro into here when I get more time...for now, this will be enough for you to get started on your RP. Good luck man. |
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| Rex Haraway | Mar 1 2006, 09:00 PM Post #4 |
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Between both himself and the World Champion lingers a void; a barrier that can only be broken via the unique sounds made by the ring bell. Three chimes are all it takes, to shatter the void, to commence the match, to unleash the passion running wild through their veins in the form of elegant wrestling. Veteran or rookie, it quite honestly doesn’t affect the level of enthusiasm on display, rapidly drawn together upon the action of the time keeper striking the bell. And we’re off. Within moments of the metallic chimes ringing deep in their ears, both Showtime and Rex Haraway find themselves securely locked within a typical Collar and Elbow Tie-up. For anyone who knows these superstar’s stats like the back of their hand, they have an idea as to who will dominate this early stage of the match. A few inches and a few pounds on his side, plus something called the obvious, the newly crowned World Champion begins to push back his adversary with ease. The friction between Haraway’s feet and the canvas seems to be forever fading as he edges closer to the ropes, clearly unable to equal the opposing force however hard he tries. But maybe matching the force isn’t the right answer to his own success. Instead, his arms slither around his opponent’s neck like a noose, the heavy knot tightening, removing the advantage that Showtime once had and replacing it with a Side Headlock. Despite the fact that both competitors are common favourites amongst the crowd, it comes as a slight shock to Rex’s system when he hears the accumulated response from those around him. Once upon a time, such a manoeuvre would result in a frenzy of cheering and jubilation, yet tonight, a gaze into the crowd reveals him to be the bad guy. Obviously he knew he would be playing second fiddle to the Iconic Legend, but such a response doesn’t seem to go down too well inside. In fact, as his mind wanders down the paths of confusion, his grip around his opponent’s neck loosens, enough for the World Champion to start pulling the strings. With his palms flat against the flesh covered spine of Haraway, Showtime forces away the body that was once attached to his skull and sends his foe towards the ropes. It comes as basic instinct for the Boston Badass to drop flat to the canvas, knowing that the speed in which his foe will reach would be enough to flatten him. But something he cannot count on is the game plan that is rapidly being devised within Rex’s mind. The reaction from the crowd seems to have dislodged something within the rookie, twisting his idea of sanity and warping what is hopefully an outlook on wrestling. His body suddenly hits the ropes, snapping him from his dreamy stance as before him lay the body of his foe. He knows the routine well enough, but in what appears to be a somewhat devilish act of defiance to the crowd, the newcomer to the PWA does things his way; the Haraway. The speed he has reached makes it hard to apply the brakes, but impossible is not an option. You could say the Iconic Legend’s corpse is meant to act as a speed bump, yet to Rex, it’s more of a springboard. A Double Foot Stomp to the small of Showtime’s spine brings forth the unexpected pain upon the champion, now seething in the sharp agony which surfaces in his back … and Rex? Well, let’s just say that the storm of boos that generates within the audience is enough. The man once loved by the audience extends his arms in a rather innocently disguised taunt at the crowd, asking not only what is wrong with what he just did, but also what is wrong with himself. With a move like that, he certainly can’t expect answers. Johnny: Now what was the point of that? I can tell Rex is aggravated by the crowd’s reaction, but if he wants a decent pop, then doing things that way will definitely not swing the audience! Donny: He’s not doing it the right way or the wrong way, Johnny; he’s doing things the Haraway! Whatever way Rex is deciding to do things, it is certainly not the way the crowd find acceptable. The negative vibes continue to plague the rookies mind as he carries on where he left off, marching over to the crippled body of his opponent and seizing himself a handful of the black hair resting upon Showtime’s head. It’s not as painful as two heels digging into his back, but the hairs wrenched from his scalp make the champ wince in a small degree of pain. The Forearm Smash that follows, on the other hand, does more to him than just wince. It’s more of a roar that bellows from Showtime’s lungs as in an instinctive motion, the man finds himself retreating as far away as he can with his head hung low. It’s only Rex who seems this movement as cowardly as the bubbly atmosphere surrounding the crowd remains intact. All well and good to witness the champion of the world recoil into a corner? Not exactly properties that belong to the company’s true alpha male. A rather shocked Rex is determined to demonstrate how a true champion should perform as the speedometer needle rotates, pointing towards the higher numbers on the dial. His cornered opponent has nowhere to turn and nowhere to go, a very true fact, but what also remains true is the high possibly of escaping this predicament. All it takes is a certain elevation of the champion’s right leg, the sole of his boot penetrating Haraway’s velocity enhanced body with deadly consequences, even knocking the man way off course. His target was once to expel anguish upon Showtime, yet Rex has ended up pressed against the ring ropes whilst catching his breath. Not exactly bull’s-eye. Still, all he needs is a couple of minutes to regain his strength, but before he can even take in a mouthful of air, a sweaty palm grabs his collar. Thrust into the corner, it is now time for the World Champion to deal out a little pain of his own. One by one follow the series of Mudhole Stomps to the rookie’s abdomen, folding him further and further into the corner with each blow as he tries to grasp onto life. Each shot, however, drives the wind right out of him lungs, leaving him voiceless and unable to cry for help. At least the crowd are cheering him at last. (OOC: Very sorry for the delay. Hope that was an ok opener; I hate having to start, lol) |
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| Showtime | Mar 3 2006, 01:50 PM Post #5 |
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The cheers from the audience do not offer any relief from the pain Rex endures. The thin rubber sole of Showtime’s size 13 boot continues to collide with the abdomen and sternum of the newcomer. While the agonizing strikes create thunderous crashes, the impact between rubber and skin creates red marks of abrasion upon the torso of Haraway. Even with the advantage firmly within his grasp, Showtime still remains relentless on his immobile victim, tucked sloppily into the corner as a byproduct of the furious stomps. Finally, the Iconic Legend opts for a new method of offense, a new lease on this abrupt and striking lead he’s taken. Suddenly, the mindless beat down comes to an end, but the look of pure aggression still plasters his face, masking all other emotions. His coercion factor is at an all-time high tonight, loving up to his moniker of “The Intimidator”; however, although Rex is merely a beginner in the PWA world, he is not fearful of the Iconic Legend. Still, the wide icy blue eyes strike fear into his heart, intimidated by his presence and his reputation. These eyes line up his opponent with the opposite corner as his arms crane the figure from the canvas up to his feet. Securing his grip, the Bostonian winds up and launches his foe into the opposite turnbuckle with an Irish Whip. His arms follow through as the look of aggression continues to decorate the sharp features upon his face. Reaching humbling velocities, Rex Haraway charges at the opposite corner with unintended speed. In order to avoid being knocked unconscious as a result of a lack of oxygen, Rex turns his back to the turnbuckle, hoping that his back will absorb the brunt of the impact and that he will be free of any further inhibitions. This maneuver is executed with so much excess momentum that the force causes Rex Haraway to rebound off of the turnbuckle, staggering as if overcome by some sudden drunken stupor. Suddenly, shockwaves of stinging pain surge through his spine, as if a thousand needles had just jabbed simultaneously into the vertebrae keeping his back in line. This pain in combination with the unavoidable tenderness still lingering in his midsection inevitably forces him to succumb to the weight of this pain, subconsciously affecting his posture. As he slouches and tilts, swaying from side to side, the glazed-over look in his eyes acts as an indicative signal to the Iconic Legend, that now is the time for action. With haste, he charges full speed ahead at the stunned figure standing in front of him. He measures up his target, locking his crosshairs on the area of aim. His arm extends, the skin tightening around his bicep and forearm as the once-limp appendage straightens and tightens. Swinging forward, with the cold-blooded intent to cause harm to his foe, the arm connects with the neck and upper chest of the challenger and knocks him flat on his back to the canvas as a ferocious Clothesline which causes a grunt of discomfort to exit the lips of the unfortunate recipient. The pain he experiences as a result of the physical strength of the Iconic Legend is matched by the agony he suffers at the hands of gravity, which drags him unrelentingly to the canvas. Johnny: Ah, what a clothesline! Such perfect athleticism! Donny: Ah, shut up Johnny! What do you know about perfect athleticism, you fat bastard? Johnny: DADDY LOVES ME! >_> How the devastating impact from this strike did not knock Rex clean off of his rocker is beyond the comprehension of the audience. However, the drive and determination combined within Rex’s soul have formulated some metaphysical armor of steel, one which Showtime’s immense strength still cannot overcome. Immediately following the clothesline, as if yanked by a string, Rex rebounds to his feet almost instantaneously. Full speed ahead, he charges at the Iconic Legend. The newly crowned World Champion dives immediately toward Rex as the opportunity for offense presents itself. He rebounds off the ropes, launching himself toward his foe like a rock out of a slingshot. With that much velocity, anything that stands in the way of this runaway train is bound to be derailed. This proves to be true, when the oncoming force of the Iconic Legend collides with the stunned and immobile newcomer, once again knocking him into next Thursday with a second violent Clothesline, driving the lightweight straight to the canvas, as if a thousand-pound boulder had just struck him in the chest at a roaring rate. His legs fold underneath him, collapsing under the impeding pressure of the collision as well as the exhaustion he still experiences from the previous Clothesline. His back strikes the canvas, with a thunderous explosion booming through the arena immediately upon collision. Within moments, the look on his face transforms from one of animated fortitude to a completely blank expression of exhaustion and weakness. The muscle behind this blow has left Rex’s lungs in a complete lack of oxygen, caving underneath the strength of the Iconic Legend, causing his breaths to become short and sporadic, out of rhythm and out of synch. His skin, pale in disparity and in agony, is coated in a thin layer of sweat, glistening underneath the beaming fluorescent lights overhead. His eyes, glossed over in exhaustion, stare up at these fluorescent lights, squinting slightly as the brilliance of these lights nearly blinds the young uprising superstar. Still, despite these agonizing features, the Boston Bad-Ass refuses to relent on the challenger for his precious newly-acquired golden strap. After a mere hiccup in time, he turns around to the sight of his foe lying motionless upon the canvas. With sadistic intent, the Intimidator gladly turns around and bounces off of the thick ropes which surround the squared circle, in such a manner that does not cause him to barrel uncontrollably at his foe, but instead just enough to give him an edge of momentum as he prepares for another physical attack on his immobile opponent. As he approaches the nearly comatose contender, his body drops slowly to the canvas, and hurriedly succumbs to the force of gravity as he draws nearer to the mat, delivering a massive Elbow Drop straight to the heart of the newcomer, nearly breaking his heart in half upon impact. The fans erupt with positive reinforcement, the majority taking the side of the newly-crowned king. Nonetheless, the audience is still sympathetic toward Rex, the up-and-coming contender. *OOC:* After a really rough past couple of days, this is the earliest I could get this up. 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| Showtime | Mar 5 2006, 04:59 PM Post #6 |
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Following the heinous pain induced by the vicious Elbow Drop, the Iconic Legend’s eyes turn to cold stone. He immediately stands up right, allowing the pain to sink in to the ribs of Rex Haraway. As he stands up, his mouth calls a loud screech into the crowd, as he signals for the curtains. The end draws near on the first title shot of the newcomer. Quickly, the sweat-coated arms of the Iconic Legend entrench the skull of his foe, lifting him from the canvas as he maintains a steadfast grip on the neck of the newcomer. From here, the Iconic Legend plants a firm boot into the midsection of his foe, and tucks his head in between his own legs. Lifting him into the air, the effects of gravity take hold on his body as the 214-pounder is sent to the canvas with a devastating Cliff Hanger, sending a bone-chilling thud through the arena. From here, the Intimidator is quick to make the cover and hopefully put an end to his first title defense. One… Two… THREE!!! *DING DING DING* In jubilation, the arena erupts, supporting the Iconic Legend in his first successful defense of the PWA World Title, the newly-acquired treasure which now dons his waist. He grabs the title from the official and raises it triumphantly into the air, as the fans cheer on. Ring Announcer: Here is your winner, and still PWA World Champion, SHOWTIME!!! The fans erupt once again, at this announcement. Showtime steps out of the ring and walks up the ramp, as PWA’s Insanity comes to a close! |
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