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| ALX vs. Xstatic | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 13 2006, 05:38 PM (162 Views) | |
| Bman | Mar 13 2006, 05:38 PM Post #1 |
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Regular Match Deadline: Saturday, 7EST Good Luck |
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| Alex LeBlanc | Mar 14 2006, 05:23 PM Post #2 |
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-The lights go dark in the filled to capacity Continental Airlines Arena, this event signifying the commence of another star-studded matchup here in the famed PWA. Smoke begins to fill the entranceway as a slow and driving hard rock beat begins to pulse and radiate through the arena with a slow, but obvious buildup. Suddenly, the beat cuts momentarily before aggressively breaking into an aggressive, fast and pulsing beat that becomes more frantic by the second before calming and giving way to the voice of Scott Weiland, a spotlight flickering on and shining brightly on the top of the stage as a figure begins to slowly break through the smoke much to the crowd's cheers and jubilation.- When you look you see right through me Cut the rope, fell to my knees Born and broken every single time Always keep me under finger That's the spot where you run to me Might see some type of pleasure in my mind -Emerging from through the smoke is none other than the Chosen One himself, ALX. He stands stoically in plain black tights, blacks knee pads and black boots completely devoid of any images or charisma. He's all business tonight as he raises a fist in the air, acknowledging the crowd's cheers.- Yeah, here comes the water It comes to wash away the sins of you and I This time you see -Green lasers begin to shoot out from behind the smoke, accentuating the entrance as ALX begins his slow walk down the ramp, slapping hands with fans in the front row, the spotlight following him on his path.- When you seek me you destroy me Rape my mind and smell the poppies Born and bloodied every single time Always keep me under finger That's the spot where you might linger But I see some type of pleasure in my mind -Slipping through the ropes, he finally makes his way in the ring, making his way directly to the ropes to stand on the turnbuckle, the flashbulbs popping amongst the sea of fans as the youngster stands looking out over his people.- Yeah, here comes the water It comes to wash away the sins of you and I This time you see Like holy water It only burns you faster than you'll ever dry This time with me -Jumping off the turnbuckle, the lights return to their normal intensity and ALX relaxes in the corner, sitting and slumping against the bottom rung, awaiting his opponent, the music fading out to silence.- |
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| Xstatic | Mar 15 2006, 10:41 AM Post #3 |
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PWA Addict
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Darkness consumes the muggy innards of the Pojo Wrestling Alliance arena to visually proclaim the timely arrival of the additional competitor who is scheduled to engage in what should hopefully be a somewhat compelling skirmish. After a sufficient amount of time spent being void of light, the overhead bulbs flicker into life allowing the audience to once again bathe in artificial luminosity. Coupled with the recurring lambency is the English wrestler primarily known as Xstatic, who stands atop the metal ring ramp with his hazel eyes discharging a stare of unparalleled intrepidity that only a champion could possibly sustain. The lack of music surrounding his entrance manages to somehow create an air of silent importance to the proceedings. Quickly picking up on the Briton’s newfound confidence, the crowd choose to increase the volume of their already deafening ovations in an effort to lift the “Live Wire’s” spirit even higher. Ratifying their support with a beaming smile that serves to highlight his sparkling front teeth, the Englander now commences the short trek towards the squared circle. Once within grasping distance of the ring apron, he swiftly slides forth under the ropes. From his current position on the ground, he leaps upwards onto a vertical base before calmly unhooking the title belt that had previously been tightly strapped around his waist. Deciding to not dawdle any longer, the unorthodox fighter flings the gold away from the confines of the squared circle and onto the padding outside with a shallow thud accompanying its landing. (OOC: Edit - Made a proper entrance) |
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| Alex LeBlanc | Mar 18 2006, 02:22 PM Post #4 |
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-The bell sounds and the two one time friends stare in each other's general direction, looks of displeasure and contempt on both of their faces as their eyes blare red with thinly veiled animosity. Each man thinks he's that much better than his one time comrade and his one time confidant, each man thinking the other to be inferior. Truth be told, the egoism in the ring at the moment, is not something to be desired, but something that both these men, have come to grips with. For all the ego, brashness and cockiness both of these men exude, theres no apologies, yet no forgiveness from the opponent either. In a way of showing up the more experienced opponent, the Briton climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms, getting a flurry of cheers from the crowd who appreciate the style and the approach that Xstatic has taken toward his matches since his debut here in the storied PWA. Hopping off the turnbuckle, the "Livewire" looks ALX's way with a smug look on his face, believing himself that he has just won this game of one -upsmanship. Not one to back down from a challenge, and with the desire to put the punk kid in his place and teach him the reality of things and the reality of how things work in his eyes, the Chosen One motions with his hands for the crowd to quiet down, with they within seconds, an eerie rush of silence descending over the arena like a storm cloud. With the attention solely upon him and his actions, ALX walks right past Xstatic, shooting him a look of disdain before hopping on the middle rope and leaning over the top, receiving a loud ovation, one substanially larger than the one received by his less experienced opponent. With his point proven, ALX leaps off the ropes back toward the center of the ring, walking across the ring into his corner once more, relaxing against it, shooting his foe a confident glance and a Cheshire cat like grin. The "Livewire" glares down his opponent, his blood boiling with rage at being usurped by his one time friend. Sensing he has Xstatic rattled and feeding off the showing off weakness, ALX puts his hand to his ear, almost goading the crowd into cheering from him, a round of "A-L-X!" chants beginning to fill the arena as Xstatic looks around with anger and frustration etched on his face. - -Walking away from the corner, the men beginning slowly circling each other at a snail's pace before they begin to walk closer to each other, getting eye to eye, ALX simply smirking at Xstatic, while the Englishman boils with rage, so angry to the point that he shoves ALX first, forcing him back and knocking him off balance a bit. An "OOH" eminates from the crowd as the tension begins to build, only to be followed by the "Chosen One" reaching back and returning the favor with a vile and forceful smack across the face like a father would to a child, the blow turning Xstatic's face to the side, a crimson burn glowing flush on the face of the young Briton from the force. The tension builds to a near frantic height before the proverbial bubble finally bursts and Xstatic launches into ALX with a pair of right hands, ALX returning blows with a few right of his own, and what was supposed to be an athletic display of talent, has turned into nothing more, nothing less, then a full out brawl. Dropping down, the "Livewire" takes out the Detroit native's leg and mounts his chest, beginning to unload a brutal barrage of haymakers that land with powerful impact, the quantity and quality of the right handed shots of such caliber that it causes ALX to draw up his hands and cover his face in an effort to reduce the damage done. Blocking a few of the shots with his forearms, ALX manages to fight from the floor, connecting with a few shots of his own that jar back the young Englishman. Knocking him back, the boy wonder from Detroit is finally able to scramble to his feet, both men standing and facing other in a standoff as the crowd erupts into cheers, their own bloodlust getting the best of them.- -The crowd clapping and showing their encouragement for both men, they beginning to circle once more, never taking their eyes off each other, looking for the clear opening to strike and inflict more damage on each other. Jumping in on each other at the same time, they tie-up, Xstatic gaining the advantage and tossing ALX aside with an Armdrag. Springing up to his feet as his opponent turns, the Chosen One responds with a stiff slap across the face that echoes throughout the arena, Xstatic just standing in place, incredulous to what he just witnessed. A look of anger and disbelief spread upon his face, Xstatic turns back to look deep into the eyes of his opponent with his hands on his hips. Showing no intimidation and no fear, ALX leans in and sticks a middle finger directly in the face of the Livewire. It's not about respect, it's not about putting on a show, it's a bit more then that. Not wanting to be upstage and not taking kindly to the actions of the Former Hardcore champion, Xstatic throws a punch, but has it blocked by a forearm from the Chosen One. ALX throws a straight right of his own, only to have it slapped away by the Livewire who throws a kick toward the shin of the Detroit native in response. ALX ain't having it however, as he hops over the kick from his opponent, landing on his feet before attempting a knife edge chop. Xstatic ducks it, latching onto the Usual Suspect's arm, pulling him towards him in an Irish Whip. ALX counters the manuever and he himself sends the Livewire toward the ropes. With the Briton barelling down on him like a runaway train, ALX leapfrogs him and allows Xstatic to continue rushing underneath him. Xstatic continues rushing off the ropes and now when he comes back, ALX hits the deck, letting the Englishman highstep over him instead of getting tripped up. In a constant sea of movement and action, Xstatic continues his on-going rush off the ropes, ALX now rolling over and looking for the Monkey Flip. Xstatic dives over it, illiciting an "OOH" from the crowd before springing to his feet and grabbing the ropes, and stopping momentarily as ALX slowly pushes to his feet. Hoping to catch the Chosen One off-guard, the Briton rushes forward. The youngster should of known better, as it proved to be a painful mistake. Rushing forward and looking to explode into the Chosen One with a lariat, the Livewire is unexpectedly caught square in the gut with a Thrust Kick. Doubling over his opponent, ALX rushes of the side ropes before leaping in the air once he reaches Xstatic, coming down viciously with an Axe Kick that levels the Livewire. The crowd erupts in an explosion of cheers, but the Chosen One has other plans. He rolls to his side and springs to his feet, saunting over toward the head of his downed opponent before lifting his wobbily state off the canvas. Acting quickly, the Detroit native goes behind his opponent, lifting him onto his shoulders in an Electric Chair position. The crowd begins to buzz, knowing that the end might just be near. Lifting his arms and hooking them under the armpits of his opponent, ALX lifts the Livewire off his shoulder and flips him forward, driving him destructively toward the mat as he sits out, a manuever he affectionately calls the Assault Driver, a move that the rest of the wrestling world would know as a Standing Iconoclasm. As Xstatic's body lies limply on the canvas, an eruption of awed appreciation engulfs the arena, ALX wasting no time and hooks the leg. The referee drops for the count, and the crowd's chants immediately turn into a counting along of the pin. - 1... 2... |
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| Thomas Driver | Mar 19 2006, 01:45 AM Post #5 |
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3!!! Ring Announcer: Here is your winner via pinfall...A..L..X!!! ALX slithers off the corpse of his cohort and rolls onto his feet, listening to the beat his theme makes as the referee walks towards him. He looks out at the packed Continental Airlines Arena to a mixed reaction, the audience polarized at the extremes for this athlete as celebrates this victory. The Chosen One slides to the outside, looking back at his latest victim and brushing his hair as a sign of slight exhaustion from the rather sudden conclusion. He vanishes behind the black curtain, the cameras cutting to a promotional video for the Hardcore Massacre Battle Royal. |
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