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Eagle vs Tom Tyco
Topic Started: Mar 13 2006, 05:31 PM (161 Views)
Thomas Driver
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Eagle vs Tom Tyco
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Out of Intro: I was writing and intro and my computer went to crap. Forgive me for using an old one :(

In Intro...

I've been changing but you'll never see me now
I've been changing but you'll never see me now
Now I'm blaming you for everything


Mind-blowing; absolute frenzy is all that can said about the people of this humble arena. In place all swim with their own technique in "stroke." At the top of their lungs they push out the last shreads of oxygen in voiceful manner. In and out signs jive as to create a wave effect.

No more holding it in, how many years can I pretend
That nothing ever goes the way that it should?
No more sitting in this place hoping you might see it my way
'cause I don't think you understood
That what I'm looking for are the answers to why these questions never go away


Yes! He appears, top stage; body covered in pure darkness. Only his pure hues at the coincidental start of the song's chorus can send the embassy crumbling. His body still in shadow, one can only imagine what his appearance may contain. Patience is kindly rewards in the most uninlikely way ... with a sudden deffening BOOM and bright pale flash. A single light adjusts itself upon this man of mystery.

I'm so far away - I've been changing but you'll never see me now
I'm so far away - Now I'm blaming you for everything


Darkness hides itself at the rim of the lone light; a spotlight. The figure's formed stride holds steady without the slightest of miscue. Head sits upon his broad shoulders cocked forth into place, although slightly tilted forward. He walks in in his two satin black boots, laced from atop about mid-shin. The spotlight captures an image of itself reflecting from the gloss black plastic knee pads in several different perspectives in result of stride. Below the character's torso, his pure black trunks fit snug, all the while exposing his whole thieghs. One can catch his signiture symbol in crimson as he slithers on by them. His march halts; he quickly rolls himself into the ring. As he reliquishes himself to vertical base, his entrance music fades away. The prolific Hardcore Legend stands amongst ropes in a moment's silence while awaiting his opponent. He cocks his head and shrugs his shoulders to warm up. Alas, the time has come. Silence drains.
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The audience starts a mixture of boos and cheers as they hear the beginning guitar riffs to Eagle's music.

For everything you do
I'd like to swallow you
And everyday I'm gonna blame you
Even if you justify
Every fucking bullshit lie
It only makes me want to break you

*Eagle walks out onto the stage, throwing his arms outwards, palms up, fingers slowly moving back and forth as the crowd continues their amazingly loud mixed reaction to the Bird Of Prey*

You pull me down
And you crucify my name
You make me insane
It's broken now
Don't ever look my way
Don't even think I'm playin'
'Cause I fucking hate you
You're such a liar
And I love to hate you
You're all the same to me

Eagle rushes down to the ring, then suddenly stops short, keeping himself on the outside, this gets a few more boos from the crowd who are still giving Eagle a loud mixture of jeers and cheers. The ring announcer starts his introduction for the veteran submissionist as Tyco stands in the center of the ring.

Ring announcer: "Making his way to the ring, standing in at six feet tall and weighing in at 225 pounds, he is the self proclaimed MR. PWA...... EAGLE!"

The audience bursts in yet another mixture of booing and cheering, the veteran submissionist maintaining his position on the outside of the ring while Tom Tyco stands in the center still. Eagle brings a hand up and gives the motion for Tyco to come on, the audience starts a "Let's Go Tyco" chant as they him looking to each side of the ring, looking at the audience and drawing inspiration from them.

OORP: Good Luck dude, and I'm just amazingly happy that I'll have an active opponent this week. I figure we should atleast try to get up 3 or 4 a piece, more if possible, but atleast that much. You should feel special, I actually did a decent entrance for this match, j/k, but seriously this is the first okay intro I've done in like 2 or 3 months, well, good luck and let's make it a classic.
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Out of RP: To spare the good ole times, I'll RP in third person. And it's kind of short, but there will be many for sure :).

In RP: Two of PWA's more seasoned of wrestlers take glimpse at one another. Their eyes interlock as their body reel in a slight cycle around the ring. Each of the warriors come into the match with a certain veteran finish that makes them favorites to watch; although not one of them can claim to be the overall greatest in fan support (Chris Benoit/Jericho factor). Cautiously, the superstars inch closer in hopes to exploit a flaw; a grapple is easily applied. The best bet becomes to make the opponent slip rather than wait. Sweat quickly drains from their foreheads from the power they push on one another; no clear advantage yet. Light reflects from the liquid secretion causing body details to become more noticible. Eagle's arms and back muscles dance under the clash of scars that cover them. The dark follicles of his head gradually appear in bulk with the sweat seperating each one of them. On the other side of the hold, one can see Tom's face completely obliverated with the salty composition. His deep blue eyes stand squinting from the struggle he is in. Back and forth, the two gladiators fight for territory; that is until one man in paticular has taken too much. The chiseled "Gargoyle" screams like the mythilogical creature itself and snaps backwards. His body plummets heavily into the canvas. Before him, a man known for his psychotic tendancies in the past, poises himself in an innocent hunched stature. Rather than wait for his opponent to recover to full vertical stance as one psycho would, Eagle raises his right foot and delivers an Angry Stomp to Tom's sternum. Another insues. Eagle erects his relatively small body and charges away from Mr. Tyco. He gradually picks up speed. Quickly he wheels his whimsical body around just in time for his backside to greet the ropes. Eagle pulls back with as much suspension he can compromise and heads for his original direction. A nearly silent "Whoosh" soars by this flying "hawk" at which is immidately followed by a "CLACK!" Sudden Impact: Tom rolls away from his adversary after having recieved a dingy Baseball Slide to his mandible. This ragdoll rolls out of the ring via contact. For the second time in this match, his mass collides with lower ground. The carcass rests in fetal transition. Around the fallen body, a roar escapes on lookers as this official first maneuver pleases them. They watch as Tom climbs to his knees whilst caressing his roan marked face with his left palm. An attempt to shrug off the pain proves vain. As his vision focus', he catches a glimpse of Eagle himself flying from the apron of the ring; fingers intertwined with one another to create a massave one fist lock. A deffening "SMACK" is echoed through a much quieter embassay. Tom falls in place upon enduring the Axe Handle Smash. Immidiately the official makes his pressence known in the match. His own voice rings out a stern "One." Although the impact was great, The perverbial Man-beast sits on all fours as though awaiting further direction. Sweat releases itself from his skull, pitter-pattering into the dark hard foam ring mat that he rests on. His forceful command is given; Mr. Tyco keels over from a vicious Toe Kick to the chest. A cocky grin expression masks the domineer's face. The official exposes a raspy "Two." In yet another effort to solidify his offense, Eagle rips his opponent from the ring mat and thus poising him into a sluggish vertical stance. The dominant opponent's hand cocks back and whizzes forward into Tom's weak sterum; Cross Chop. Vibrantly, the defenseless fighter bounces back; limbs flailing about and head whipping out of place. He is caught by the barrier and greeted by many a hand from the front ticket holders. "Three" is yelled. All goes quiet in watching what Eagle will do next. One of PWA's original icons is in command and Tom has no means to turn the tables just yet. Can Eagle's brilliant dominance stand strong or will Tom find a flaw and expose it for what it's worth? Stay tuned.
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The side of Eagle's palm pulls itself back and whips forward, landing against the chest of Tyco with a wicked Knife Edge Chop! The ensuing WOOO from the crowd barely drains out the echoing smacking sound as Eagle sends another vile chop into the chest, his opponent's body nearly coming off the ground from the violent impact, the fans giving another WOOO in homage to the master of the chop. The submissionist brings his arm back for a fourth time, his palm still open as the referee gives a loud "Four", holding up four fingers, continuing the count out as Eagle whips his hand forward for the fourth time! This time the significantly large Tyco uses his power as he lowers his head and wraps his arms around Eagle's waist, the hardcore legend lifting his opponent up into the air with ease, Tyco walking forward a few steps and dropping himself to the canvas, dragging Eagle's face down onto the ring barricade! The cruiserweight's head whips back, a dull thud echoing through a near silent arena, these PWA fans don't say silent for long though as the chants of "Holy Shit!" start up immediately after seeing Eagle's head whip back off the barricade, knowing he hit hard. Tyco's form moves itself back to a vertical base, the veteran hardcore competitor raising his arms up into the air, getting the crowd behind him as they see that he's cleary got the advantage at the moment. The number "Five" is heard yelled out by the referee, holding up a full hand of fingers now as his count continues, Eagle and Tyco still on the outside, Eagle lying on the floor, clutching his neck in pain, whilst Tyco stands over his opponent, the larger man slowly bending over and outstretching an arm, which proves to be a mistake as Eagle's arms and legs suddenly lash out and lock themselves around the outstretched arm of Tyco! The hardcore legend trys to pull himself upwards once, but quickly stops that as his arm is vicously pulled on by the relentless submissionist who has a very unique Modified Armbar locked in, almost a triangle armbar, without the head involved though. Tyco's hands interlock themselves, preventing Eagle from outstretching his arm to the full length, the seasoned PWA competitor having faced the bird of prey many times in the past and knowing what to expect from the very submission oriented competitor. The official gets a raspy "Six" out as Eagle continues to try and fully outstretch his opponent's arm, seemingly unaware of how high the official's count is beginning to get. The submission master pulls and pulls, trying to break the locked hands of Tyco, but the hardcore legend knows that it could be all over if that happens and he keeps his hands locked, thinking over a gameplan in his head as the audience starts to quiet down a bit hearing the official yell out "seven!" Tyco seems to realize how high the count's getting and he pops his hips and starts to lift his 225 pound opponent, Eagle keeps his lock on, though it's not doing any real damage, the veteran isn't ready to give up on the hold just yet, Tyco twists his waist to the side sending Eagle arms and side first into the barricade! The veteran competitor still doesn't release the hold though as the official's count reaches a very dangerous "Eight" Tyco dead-lifts Eagle up onto the apron and pushes the submissionist into the ring the hardcore legend trying to break the count and this seems to work as the seasoned Tyco pulls Eagle back out of the ring, but his hands unlock and his arm is outstretched to the full length, ripping and tearing at the muscle tendons in his arm as Eagle finally locks in the unique armbar, the submissionist's veins start to appear as he pulls on the hardcore legend's arm like a rabid dog, before locking himself up and keeping the arm pulled as far out as it can possiblly go, trying to pull it further as the official restarts his count.
"One"

Johnny: "These guys just don't want to stay in the ring! Neither of them can win out there, they should know that, they've been in this buisness for nearly as long as the PWA's been here."

Donny: "They don't care about winning, they just want to beat on each other, These two guys have never exactly liked each other and I can promise you that neither of these men will get counted out here."

OORP: I don't know why I kept it on the outside, but I guess that's just how it worked.
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Out of RP: Read your personal message ... thanks :).

In RP: A harsh yelp escapes Mr. Tyco's crude lips; his eyes bulge a mile from their sockets. Amongst the devilish warriors, chants twirl in their direction. In fact, one chant in paticular sticks out. Many a person decide to join in causing the phrase to become a crushing wall of perilous with power; the chant being "Break the hold!" This decibal barricade quickly transpires into a massave dose of energy for the victim. He slowly fights the tendon tearing hold whilst screaming is greater agony as he progresses. His absent hand from the hold digs into the ring mat with the lead of his fingernails. One can catch glimpse of his teeth as they grind themselves ferociously; they almost look as though they will break from the pressure. A calm "Two" echoes from the background. Tom elevates himself to his knees as his palm leaves an impressioned surface. It's now or never; the honorible warrior jostled forward and a roll thus leaving him to escape the digging pricks that shatters his appendage. A solemn sigh of relief pushes from atop his larynyx. The look of anguish unmasks itself from his face; that is to say, until Eagle drives his right foot into the so called "Hardcore Legend's" rib cage. Tom falls with a groan whilst immidately comforting the effected area with his left palm. As though looking at his prey before striking, The man formerly known as "Hawk" soars around the fresh carcass. He awaits and taunts his opponent to get up with simple elevated palm jestures. Without a shadow of a chance to resist, Mr. Tyco sluggishly arrises from his fetal postion. A final bown poises him onto the soals of his boots; backside towards Eagle. "Three" is soft spoken in the background. As to keep his style on the up, the dominator gels his arms forth, underhooking Tom's own appendages. He pulls his palms closer together in high hopes of securing a simple Full Nelson Submission Hold. His fingers touch and slowly interlock, but alas, the victim holds fight in him yet. Awareness on his side, The Gargoyle swift drives his elbow in the submissionist's face. Gradually the hold diminishes, and breaks altogether with another driven elbow. Eagle takes the shot and bounces back; sweat launching from his face upon impact. As he flails back, Tom articulates himself to face the wandering challenger. This "Man Beast" jolts forth, using his mass to his advantage against a cruiserweight physique. A slight Shoulder Block is connected with a sickening "SMACK" making it's sound present. Eagle hobbles back whilst enabling himself to balance at eye level. "Four" emerges from the depths of the ring. Tom charges once more. His fist collides with his foe's face. Eagle sprawls back only to catch himself on the ring steps; tough mistake. With an attitude in his stride, the match's newest of dominators walks up to his historical adversary. The defenseless man looks up with a slight hint of concern in his rich dark beady eyes. Unfortunally his visiual fades into nothing more than an upclose view of the steel stairs he rests on; The Hardcore Legend bounces Eagle's head off the steel steps. Impulse; Eagle studders away from the metal wonder with his forehead held tightly in his two palms. His body barrels into the ring mats. "Five" echoes, much louder than any previous number mensioned. A new chant drains the ringside area; "Get up! Get up!" It seems the spectators can't seem to make up their mind as to which superstar should receive their full approval. This arora of voices slightly fazes the fallen hero as he merely twitches in place. The chant slowly fades once the dominator drives his left leather boot into the bare chest of the combatant that leaves a slight welt. Eagle sits much like a ragdoll himself; one hand randomly holding his head as the other hangs over his heart. In a bit of a rage, Tom decides time is precious and peels his splattered opponent from the den floor. Hesitant to follow, Eagle allows himself to be pulled to vertical base; and then to be pulled and pushed back into the ring. He rolls in with a slump to his roll as Tom persues closely behind. The referee's small job is ended. Tom rallies onto his feet once more, pulling his manikan opponent with him. Again, Eagle is rushed into a sluggish poise. A shot to his midsection from Mr. Tyco's right boot leaves him hunching over. The manhandler take advantage, double underhooking Eagle (much to the like of a Perdigree). Using his body as a launch device, the Gargoyle freefalls backwards thus sending the "Hawk" flying through the air. His seem clipped as he travels no more than five yards before plummeting into the canvas' cruel grasp. With Tom taking total control of the match, can Eagle survive long enough to perhaps steal or take a win? Stay Tuned.
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Tyco brings himself upwards, somewhat slowly, rotating his right shoulder, trying to get the stinging sensation out of it, the audience cheering for Tyco once again, completelly undecided on who they actually want to cheer for in this one. The "Man-Beast" takes a few steps towards his downed opponent, eyes locked on the submissionist's body, looking for that one give away that the bird of prey is playing possum. Tyco seems to figure that this isn't the case and he bends down, placing a hand on the little hair that his opponent has, Eagle's arms suddenly whip upwards, one wrapping itself around the bigger man's neck, the other hooking behind Tyco's leg. Eagle trys to pull the hardcore legend's body down into a small package, but the veteran Tyco places a firm knee directly into Eagle's side! Eagle holds on for only a second as he feels the sharp point of his opponent's knee digging deeply into his kidney. The audience gives a slight pop seeing that the first pinfall attempt of the match was countered with seeming ease and also seeing that Tyco has now grabbed the outstretched arm of Eagle, catching the technician in a rare mistake. The "Man-Beast" wraps both his arms around his opponent's, keeping his knee firmly placed on the downed man's side, as he yanks up and back, wrenching the arm back in his own variation of the Armbar. Eagle groans loudly, most people thinking it's the pain, but the veteran actually just groaning about the fact that he was caught in such a rookie mistake, leaving his arm out like that. Tyco presses his knee in further as he yanks back, this time getting a small yelp of pain out of the submissionist. A slight smile appears on Tyco's face, having beaten Eagle at his own game so to speak, but this smile doesn't last long as Eagle's remaining hand reaches out, his fingers feeling the stiff cables that surround the ring and closing around them, forcing Tyco to release the hold. The hardcore legend does just that, respecting the rules, something his opponent isn't exactly known for. Tyco once again pushes himself up to a vertical base, a smile once again on his face as he looks at the cruiserweight competitor slowly climbing back to a vertical base, Eagle now the one rotating his arm. The two men face off, Tyco in the center, Eagle leaning on the ropes, The Hardcore Legend and The Bird Of Prey, The "Man-Beast" and the former "Psychotic Cruiserweight", Both men sizing each other up, trying to figure out how to attack the other since thus far, nothing seems to have worked all that well. Eagle pushes himself off the ropes, taking a few steps toward the center of the ring, Tyco showing respect by not attacking or perhaps just trying to play some mind games with his opponent, only one man knows which of these statements is true and he's entirely focused on the now directly in front of him Eagle. The two men exchange a few harsh words, the camera not quite able to pick them up, but the end result is clear. An echoing SLAP is heard as Eagle's hand meets Tyco's face, whipping the larger man's head to the side. Tyco immediately whips his head back, a scowl on his face as he stares down into the eyes of an opponent he's faced many times in the past, one that's never shown him such disrespect before. The audience let's this disrespectfull man know how they feel as they bombard the action with boos. These boos transform into cheers though as Tcyo gives a wicked SLAP of his own! The echo is drowned out by the audience's massive pop at seeing Eagle stagger from the impact of the slap. Eagle rushes up to Tyco as soon as he gets his bearing, going chest-to-chest, but not quite eye-to-eye, the two men both have deep scowls on their faces now as they talk trash to each other directly in each other's faces, a hidden hatred seeming to boil over as the two men start to bump chests, almost in a primal display of who's stronger. This of course is no contest as to which man is stronger and Eagle is sent back a few steps after a particurally hard bump. The two men both suddenly send a superkick towards the other, but their boots meet in the air with a sickening smack leather on leather, both men bringing their legs back to themselves and clutching at their knees after the impact, each man stumbling back to opposite sides of the ring, the two once again having to go over gameplans in their head as the audience begins a Tyco chant.

Johnny: "These two have faced so many times in the past, they know each other almost move for move. Someone's going to have to try something different to get the win here."

Donny: "There's just one thing different about these two men, Eagle's come so close to winning the world title before and he got there by beating Tyco in the THOP tournament. Tyco's gotta have revenge on his mind here."

OORP: No prob man, and is it just me or is my commentary really starting to suck....
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Out of RP: A WEEE bit ;) The directions you take this match are awesome bro.

In RP: It seems the two powerhouses are at a loss for what to do, especially after their mirrored display. Puzzlement floods their faces. Unsure of what either man will do, they reel around the ring like the caged animals they are, inching closer together with every revelation. So close they become, they could reach out and touch each other. They exchange glances in a taunt of a sort as to get their opponent to make the first move. None doing; their cycles become tiring thus causing them to stand in place. The warriors dilate their eyes and charge forth in unison. They bare nothing but a grapple lock once more. This time Mr. Tyco's strength becomes the domination of the hold; or so he thinks. As his tired old body pushes onward, the cruiserweight leans back almost as though planned. He then falls in a jerking motion thus sending The Gargoyle soaring forth and past him! Quick on the button, Eagle rolls backwards and onto his feet! Both competitors face away each other as planned; Eagle darts his arms back and latches onto his target's neck. He let's his mass to the rest as he freefall towards the canvas. A "CRACK" can be heard a mile away through an unenthusiatic crowd; Tom's corpse bounces without control in result of a Falling Neckbreaker! Slightly uncharacteristic for Eagle, but it's about the only chance he has given the standards. The so called "Man Beast" springs forth and barrels into the canvas chest first; appendages spralled in every which direction. Eagle sits on his ass amid the ring, heaving his chest heavily as to catch his precious breath. Although exhausted, the cruiserweight finds the momentum to carry himself back to his vertical base. He stands sluggishly but determined none the less. Stomp by stomp, his legs carry him to the fresh carcass that is Tom. They then collapse upon arrival. With as much energy his arms can muster, The Bird of Prey rolls the heap of human over onto it's spine and slumps over it. The official slides in with his palm leading. A harsh spoken "One" departs from his lungs. "Two" is quick to follow without any sort of vital signs to show an escape from the pinfall. Finally, the ref's palm glides through the air and nearly taps the canvas as his "Three" is cut short. An adrenline busting "YEAH!" surfaces from the spectators; Mr. Tyco's left shoulder defeats gravity. Stunned and worn out, Eagle rolls off his prey, covering his face with his palms. One can sense the anguish that elludes him. Tyco bats his own head to rid of the unnesessary sweat that it took to merely raise his shoulder. He rolls harshly onto his stomach whilst elevating his upper body with his elbows. Behind his body sits Eagle, whom is gradually pulling his dead carcass back to the soals of it's feet. He studders the whole way through with determination to continue to control this prolific brawl. Alas composture is regained; just in time for it to ruin itself again. The man known for his psychotic intensions plummets into the canvas, but not at his own doing. A strangly loud pop emerges from the audience as Tom has manages to sweep his opponent's legs from under his with the aid of his own hands! In combat mode, Mr. Tyco crawls onto his adversary's weepy legs and grasps them. He then proceeds to flip the entire man over with the strength of his own! Eagle compromises into laying on his frontside; unfortunally the pain that insues him need will make his regret the decision. With as much force as he can muster, The Gargoyle elevates his victim's knee whilst arrising only to drive it back down into the canvas. Eagle immidiately poises into fetal position, holding his need is sheer agony via Knee Smash. His face lits up in a sickening roan as his voice, although raspy, screams clearly of his dismay. The pain becomes so intense, he rolls around the den floor in place. Tom merely falls back onto his knees hesitantly. The dominator quickly pulls himself back onto the heals of his boots, in attempts to shrug off the ever existing pain that elludes his body. With Tom slightly out of whack and Eagle hobbling about the canvas in horrific pain, can The Man-Beast take this match to the house and take an impressive victory away from Eagle? Stay tuned.
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The Gargoyle stands above his opponent, watching the agonized crawling of Eagle as the bird of prey tries to put some distance between himself and his opponent, Tyco's not going to let Eagle up, having lost whatever respect may have been coursing through him. Tcyo wraps his hands around his opponent's ankle, lifting the entire form of Eagle off the canvas, the veteran submissionist unable to defend himself as with sickening impact his knee smacks into the canvas for a second time, Tyco this time staggering back about three steps from the strength with which he sent Eagle's leg into the canvas, delivering a second Knee Smash. Eagle's body writhes like an injured ferret on the canvas, the bird of prey not bothering to hold back the scream of pain that escapes his lips, much to the delight of the fans who see that Tyco now has a target to focus on. The Man-Beast takes those few steps back to Eagle's body, taking a few extra as Eagle has now positioned himself a bit closer to the ropes, showing some of that veteran experience, expecting his opponent to go for a submission. Tyco shows his experience as well, his hands once again wrapping around the ankle, but this time the Gargoyle starts taking little steps backwards, dragging the hurt bird of prey with him, moving him slowly towards the center of the ring. The fans start up a "Tyco's Gonna Kill You" Chant much to the delight of the man known as Tom Tyco who gets a large smile on his face, hearing the fans chanting his name. The Man-Beast lifts Eagle's leg up into the air for a third time, trying for the hat trick, but this time Eagle's other leg suddenly flys up into the air, the cruiserweight's boot hooking itself behind his opponent's head, Tyco releasing Eagle's other leg to try and remove the boot, but this proves to be a mistake as the veteran cruiserweight brings his damaged leg around and hooks that boot around the Gargoyle's neck as well! Eagle yanks his legs forwards, pulling Tyco off his feet and flipping the Man-Beast with an amazing Hurracanrana From The Ground! Tyco's back smacks against the canvas, the hardcore legend bouncing up and onto his stomach, whether out of experience or simply impact will never be known, but nonetheless this action stops the fans chanting, the audience dying down to a polite clapping. Eagle pushes himself up onto all-fours, breath coming in gasps, sweat pouring from his forehead, putting all his weight on one knee, trying to prevent any serious injury to his other, eyes calculating his next move, the veteran trying to figure out how he can get some more powerful offense in this matchup. Tyco meanwhile shoves himself up to all-fours, a bewildered look on his face, still surprised at the amazing defensive move Eagle just pulled off. Eagle turns his body around towards his opponent, Tyco still on all-fours, Eagle likewise. Eagle shoves himself up to a keeled over vertical base and rushes forward flipping his body over top of his opponent's, the technician's arms wrapping around his opponent's body, trying for a pin of some sort, but Tyco sends a vile looking Forearm Shot down into his opponent's face! The bird of prey trys to roll to the side, but Tyco throws a leg over his opponent's other side getting into a mount position! The audience start another "Tyco's Gonna Kill You!" chant, this time pretty sure that Tyco's actually going to beat on his opponent. Tyco throws both his arms out and throws his head ala Raven, getting the crowd to go even louder as they see the blatant taunting right in the face of Eagle. Tyco sends a right hand down, his eyes filled with the desire of impact, the desire to hurt his opponent, the passion to win, all these rolled up into one as his fist makes the downward journey towards Eagle's face. Eagle's body seems oddly calm though, the veteran not even trying to struggle, the audience doesn't see this and neither does Tyco nor the referee, but the camera picks up on it and a few of the guys in the back notice as well, watching these two veterans intently. The fist reaches the point where it would normally make contact with flesh, but the closed fist of Mr. Tyco meets only the stiff, unforgiving canvas, the impact so great that it scrapes a bit of the flesh off of the Gargoyle's knuckles, leaving an ever so slight drop of red plasma on the canvas. Eagle's body suddenly shoots itself upwards, the veteran's arms locking around Tyco's neck, sinching in a tight Guillotine Neck Lock. Tyco immediately goes still, knowing that struggling would only wear him out, his neck tightened up, trying to prevent Eagle from getting an effective lock applyed, still The Man-Beast knows he has to remove himself from this hold soon or face passing out and he quickly decides on a course of action, he thrusts his heels forward, getting into an almost frog-like stance, his head still trapped in a Guillotine headlock. The veteran Eagle Wrenches hard on the move, the veins looking as though their about to pop out of his arms as he tightly keeps the hold locked in. Eagle feels his back leave the canvas as he continues to keep the hold locked in, Tyco struggling with everything he's got to lift his opponent into the air. The sheer strength of the Gargoyle gets the familiar chant going again, that chant of "Tyco's Gonna Kill You!" This time they seem to be right as Tyco uses his incredible strength to lift Eagle up to around 6 feet in the air! The Audience knows what's coming next and so does everyone in the building as Tyco bends his midsection and drops to his knees, sending Eagle into the canvas with a sickening thud! Eagle releases the hold on impact, his back arching upwards, the audience continuing their chant for Tyco, even growing in loudness now, even as they see Tyco roll to the side of his opponent, The move having taken an incredible amount of energy out of Tyco. Both men lie on the canvas, chests heaving, Eagle's back finally unarched as he lies staring at the lights, wondering how his opponent escaped that hold.

Johnny: "Amazing Reversal there! I don't think I've ever seen someone counter a Guillotine Choke like that!"

Donny: "Don't you watch the other promotions? I've seen that move countered like that several times, just last year in the UFC for crying out loud, of course that was a much more effective counter, but still I've seen it."

OORP: Been watching ALOT of ROH and a little UFC. And thanks man, but it takes two to make a great match and this is definitely shaping up to be great.
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In RP: It seems the bigger man has prevailed in the long run. Can Mr. Tyco use his mass to continue to bully around Eagle. Without hesitation, the dominator slithers his body across the cruiserweight's own, acting like a felsh blanket. Nartuarally, a count arrises from the official's voice. He yells "one" in a harsh tone of manner whilst pounding his palm into the canvas. Tom's body slightly elevates and declines in a cycle from the heaving motions emmited from Eagle's chest. "Two" slyly echoes in unison with a slap of the canvas. All the pinnee can do is roll his head about in an attempt to gain conciousness of the world. Alas the palm of the referee whooshes through the air and dives into the canvas; but a "Three" is cut short! Some how, some way, the smaller man fights the heavier mass of human and jars his right shoulder from the canvas' cruel grasp! Chants disappate through this motion alone. All is silent. Tom rolls away from the fallen veteren with a hint of dispair creeping upon his face. Eagle's own mandible sits frozen in defeat, even though his hopes are very much alive. The official and Mr. Tyco eleviate themselves to their vertical bases almost in unison. A cold stare beams from the two men with the call being as close as it was. At the sudden jolt of Eagle's body, the tempered showdown ends and the match carries on as it should. The "Bird of Prey" soon finds himself to be the prey of a much larger force, the "Man-beast." Mr. Tyco insues upon the defenseless cadaveur with an Angry Stomp to his mid-section. The shot creates a squirm of the carcass as to bring it back to life temporarily. Another Angry Stomp follows the first; a much more forceful charge in fact. Eagle slithers into fetal position. His palms caress the effected area as his mouth opens and eye clinch tighter. Rather than make a predictible pattern out of his assault, the domineer rips his cruiserweight combatant from the canvas' clutches with ease. A swift maneuver place Eagle in a meditated cross body poise at Mr. Tyco's delight. Flashbulbs slowly secrete through raving fans in hopes to capture the exact moment the next of many altercations occurs. They gradually pick up; The Gargoyle starts stride towards the ropes. His walk is quite staggering with good reason. The ropes greet him and now his backside. With a sudden thrust, the heavyweight drives his spine into the ring cables with as much recoil he can muster out of it. One can only wonder what kind of tactic could be in store being that the way this is set up, it isn't seen everyday. Release; his body slings forth with adversary at hand. Mr. Tyco charges with his boots creating an earthquake effect to the ring. He arrives at the ropes opposite of the first point of repel; he dares not turn around. The wondering of what this unorthodox maneuver would lead to has ended with the sight of the "Bird of Prey" soaring over the ropes, through the air, and plummeting into the barricade! The creeping flashbulbs capture the whole transaction through midair! An earth shattering "THUD" can be heard many a rows back; the sound of Eagle's only human head bouncing viciously from the fan barrier. His attempt to fly takes a dive and leaves him on his spine, sprawlled out and definately unconcious. No signs of vital life remain, not even the bat of an eye. In fact, his rich dark eyes lay masked behind their eye-lids. Tom Tyco, the "Hardcore Legend" has taken out a true psycho, single handed. And yet, he bares no grin, but rather a slight concern has creeped upon his face. Almost as though he's asking "What have I done?" The crowds stirr still as well with hopeful thoughts stinging their minds. With upmost of respect, Mr. Tyco slowly exits the ring towards his fallen foe's general area. Once arrived, he slaps Eagle's face; not only to grab a cheap shot but as well to check his status. Another carless slap rips across Eagle's mandible; this time with slightly more sucess. He moves his skull on his own and blinks harshly into the arena lights that hover above him. A smile slowly creeps across his lips. A sigh of relief calmly escapes Tom's lungs; his assault carries on. With his brute strength at hand, Mr. Tyco sluggishly peels his respected enemy from the ring mat. Eagle compromises to a point where he stands on one knee. Rather than await for the superstar to take his time and make amends with gravity, Tom follows his own weight towards the ground. He shovels his body behind Eagle. With his upper appendages leading onward, The Gargoyle articulates his arms around The Hawk's neck. Eagle's eyes dilate at large as his arms flail about. His head tilted forward forcefully; a Sleeper Hold is applied. Writhing and ranting motions quickly consume the victim's body. Screams exert from his larynyx, followed by short of breath coughs. Gradually he begins to fade but with an allie emerging in his corner; the fans. They vigoriously chant "Break the Hold!" in consecutive sentences! Although he fades away, his strive far life never ceases. His hands latch onto Mr. Tyco's forearms but it is too late. Unfortunally for the "Hardcore Legend" himself, the referee is counting; not for the hold itself for a potential ring out. Perhaps it is part of the plan; hold the wrestler in place and as nine rolls around, steal a cheap victory by crawling back into the ring. Never the less, the official has counted "Five" now and isn't looking to stop. Can Eagle break the hold in some miraculous way or will Tom slide by with the easiest of victories on the horizon? Stay tuned.
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Eagle's neck suddenly tightens, trying to prevent himself from passing out, the veteran technician hearing the number "Six" ring out from the official's mouth, a bit of panic beginning to set in for the bird of prey as he realizes he could be counted out here, not wanting this match to end in a draw. Tyco seems to just want to choke the life out of Eagle now though as the Gargoyle wrenches back on his hold, taking his opponent off his feet! The audience let's out a cheer as the official's count reaches a very high "Seven!" Eagle's feet somehow manage to twist themselves upwards and come to rest on the apron as Tyco trys to keep the hold locked in, unwilling to release it even as Eagle throws one of his legs over the bottom rope and hooks his boots together, locking his legs around the bottom rope! Eagle pulls forward with his legs, but Tyco pulls backwards, unfortunately for both men the ref is still counting! A yell of "Eight" rings out as Tyco finally seems to realize that he's about to get counted out and end the match in a draw. Tyco's arms unclench from his opponent's neck, the seasoned Tyco sliding in under the bottom rope and breaking the official's count at nine. Tyco shoves himself back out of the ring, not wanting this match to end in a draw. The Man-Beast sends a vicous Angry Stomp into the now hung up Eagle! Tyco let's out an almost sickening laugh as he sees the bird of prey being caught in the oddest tree of woe situation ever seen, much to the delight of everyone in the crowd and even the official who gets a small smirk on his face, remembering all the beatings he's taken from the veteran. The Gargoyle walks back to the barricade, pointing to Eagle, similiar to old school wrestler's, getting the crowd to start up another chant for Tyco, this time banging their feet on the floor to make even more noise, trying to shake the arena with their chanting. Tyco dives forward and hits.... The edge of the ring! The larger man staggers backwards coming to rest with his back against the barricade, looking up and seeing that Eagle used his amazing leg strength to pull himself upwards and onto the apron. The veteran takes one look back then springs up onto the second rope, his feet pressing the cable down as far as it can possiblly go, then springing upwards into the air, camera flashes going off like crazy as they see Eagle flying backwards through the air and flipping back. Tyco's form pushes itself to a vertical base and swiftly leaps to the side as Eagle's knees smack into the barricade with a sickening thud! The crowd immediately starts a "HOLY SHIT" chant as they see Eagle clutching at his knees and not even trying to hide the screams of pain that emit from his mouth. The submissionist has tears running down his face as screams and screams, letting people know that he's in obvious pain. Tyco meanwhile just sits on the mats outside the ring with a completelly shocked look on his face as well as a severe look of concern for the well-being of his fellow competitor. Even the referee slides out of the ring to check on Eagle as he sees the clear tears of pain running down the veteran's face.

OORP: BLAH........... That sucked to write. This evens us up man, good luck, though you'll probablly win this one...
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Both men are thoroughly exhausted, but find the energy within them to continue on in the face of adversity. Tyco climbs to his feet and begins to approach his fallen foe. Quickly clutching him by the back of the neck as he lifts him to his feet. Finally, Tyco throws his foe back into the ring and rolls back in along with him. Somehow, Eagle is able to reach his feet. It is no surprise to the fans, however, that he wobbles and will be unable to retain an uprighst stance for too much longer. Tyco capitalizes on this as he quickly stands up on his own two feet, landing a Boot to the midsection The oxygen rushes from the lungs of Eagle, slouching immediately in his inherent pain. The look of anguish on his face is wide and agonizing. Tyco notices the opening, and quickly latches his foe in for The Driven, driving Eagle to the canvas with fierce tenacity for what would appear to be curtains. He quickly hooks the leg and the referee begins his count.

One...
Two...
THREE!!!


*DING DING DING*

Tyco quickly gets to his feet, his arm raised by the official in victory. He walks about the ring, soaking in the cheers which resonate throughout the arena for his victory.

Ring announcer: Here is your winner, Tom Tyco!!!

He celebrates in the ring, Raising his arms in the air triumphantly, as PWA's Insanity closes to a commercial.
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