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Julio Guerrera vs Phonie Homie
Topic Started: Mar 13 2006, 05:39 PM (160 Views)
Bman
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PWA's God and Gestapo
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Regular Match

Deadline: Saturday, 7EST

Good Luck
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The Jesus
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Milk was a bad choice.
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Mysty enters.

*OOC*
I'll probably make SOME type of attempt to actually edit this this time. But yeah, good luck, dude.
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Phonie Homie
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Entry n stuff!

OOC: Good luck, filthy mexican
shifty1438: whats ur new finisher?
matthall90: the ode to frank evans super clothesline powerbomb 300
shifty1438: which is really
shifty1438: just a legdrop
matthall90: which is actually a leg drop
(said at almost exactly the same time)
matthall90: lmfao
shifty1438: roflmao!
matthall90: !
shifty1438: i fucking knew it
shifty1438: lol
matthall90: fuckin alx
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The Jesus
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Milk was a bad choice.
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Ding! Ding! Ding!

The two men stand opposite of one another in their respective corners. Chris Simms whispers into Julio's ear the last bits of of a strategy that he'll eventually end up using before he is ushered out of the ring by the referee, who wants as clean of a match as humanly possible. But the two wrestlers aren't important. In one of those rare circumstances of wrestling, the fans are actually more demanding than the people who are actually getting paid to be here. The New Jersey crowd is especially violent and hostile towards The Straight Edge Messiah, the majority of them having watched the last show provided by PWA, and thus, they know exactly what this despicable man did to their homestate hero. The two wrestlers stay motionless in their corners, using this oversized chorus of boos and jeers as a scapegoat to prolong their confrontation as much as possible. But their confrontation was eventual, and as soon as the jeers even give hint to dying out (this being about thirty seconds until after they started), Homie Phomie proves this. He charges out of his corner of the ring, the former Cruiserweight Champion being the one with the most to prove in this match. His oversized clothes struggles to cling on to his rather petite frame as he crosses the point of no return for this charge, Julio tightening a once non-existant grip on the top ropes that'll hopefully allow him to evade the upcoming move in any which way he so desries, the fact that he slightly tilts his body on his ankles being just further proof of this. The self proclaimed wigger throws caution to the wind (not to mention himself) as he morphs into a flurry of overenergized spins and twists, however Julio Guerrera is unusually ready for this, forcing Phomie Homie's Sky Twister Kick to go in vain. Guerrera tugs at the tope rope and in one motion finds himself halfway to the other side of the ring while gravity takes control of Homie and forces him back onto his feet just inches away from where his target would have been. Julio runs up behind his smaller opponent, something very rare for a man that's only six feet tall and even though he drapes his arms over an imaginary pillard in the wind, he isn't able to connect with anything resembling an offensive strike, the man of a thousand (dance) moves somehow being able to feel the move coming and crouching in front of the turnbuckle before rolling his body backwards, and away from his opponent. As he lifts himself up, he finds the fans still haven't died down, a very large minority of them actually cheering for the underdog in this match to somehow find a way to escape the piece of scum that he is facing today. All of Homie's motions are very similar in that they all seem to be fluid in nature, but at the same time, quite tiresome to perform for the youngster. Guerrera twists himself around before charging out with a second attempt of a clothelines, his once again outstretched arm being all the evidence needed to prove this. His charge actually seems quite brusque and violent, a result of his naturally hateful persona. The wigger, who has apparently inherited cat-like reflexes, is able to leap into the air before Guerrera floors hime, and delivers a rather odd looking Dropkick, his sporty Air Jordans filling the void that is the Straight Edge Messiah's chest cavity.

*OOC*
Fuck it, whatever just to get this started. <_< That shit was real rusty, sorry I couldn't do better.
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Phonie Homie
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Damn right it shoulda been betta greaser, that was horrible >_> what's worse is it's better than what I'm about to write
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Almost immediately after the ever so amusing dropkick Homie shoots up, not in the heroine way, he shoots up to his feet, his airways seem slightly more active than his opponents at this stage, regular intervals of oxygen passing through his nostrils and mouth reveal to us that the wigger has run into an early brick wall, his sudden yet intense early attack has left him breathless and doubled up, trying to regain some energy, maybe looking to find his second wind. Devastating though a dropkick may be, it isn't exactly DEVastating, so while a normal person would probably have a shattered rib cage and be down and out from such a manouver, Mr Guerrera on the other hand simply shrugs off the attack, slightly winded but relatively unharmed the mexican jolts up, into some sort of foreign fighting stance unrecognisable to Phonie's mother-wit, unsure of which defense mechanism would be best to save himself from what will surely be a sudden yet brutal attack from that straight edge guy, pondering seems to be the wiggers worst enemy for his momentary unawareness due to being lost deep in thought allows his opponent to charge, and charge Mysty does, darting like a dart he throws out a sudden right hand jab towards the mush of Phonie who finally seems to have discovered the best and most effective defence, falling to the ground and curling up into a ball like a little sissy girl. The audience gape at this spectacle, though it is not the first time Phonie Homie has attempted such trickery, yet since Julio doesn't watch anyone elses matches he is left unaware of the sneaky tactic that is about to befall him. Knowing the dastardliness of Straight Edgers is a specialty of Phonie Homie as he does everything they don't, they always go guilt trip on him like little pussies, but other than that, they like to get big muscles and tattoos and gang up and stomp on people cause it makes em feel like part of a group or something, and yeh they are big and tough apparantly. So in an unpredictably predictable move Julio goes to work, he begins to mirk the wigger, stomping away cause nothing says 'I'm a former intercontinental champion and I don't like wiggers' like a good ole fashion stomping. Of course, Homie is used to these sorts of positions, being small and all he has learned to rely on more than just brawn to escape such deadly predicaments, his comedic cunning is most commonly his saving grace, and today just like any other day, he comedically and cunningly escapes the precarious position he has found himself in. You may wonder how he does it, but it all becomes perfectly clear, his amazing tactic is to grab the foot of his opponent, so as Mysty aggressively stomps down towards the abdomen of Mr. Wiggermania his shocked face becomes apparent, he is now unable to move by his own free will, obviously unbalanced by the vice like grip around his ankle he begins to hop around, unsure of how to escape this simply evil technique. Those in attendence cheer on, cheer on for Phonie and his underhanded assaults, this hop-fest though full of exuberance and entertainment must eventually come to an end, and what a great ending it is. In a truly climatic moment in proffessional wrestling the Straight Edge Messiah finds himself completely out of idea's, out of opportunities, and out of ... idea's, unable to escape this death-grip he gives up all hope, no more escaping for you, Mysty falls, first to his knee, but that isn't enough, unable to keep his balance he has to put his palms upon the canvas to steady himself, clearly quite embarrassed about just being tripped by the crafty rookie he looks to immediately jump back to his feet in an attempt at vengeance, of course his anger overwhelms his sense of obviousness, because it's slightly difficult to get up when some wigger still has hold of your foot, the result of this enthusiastic attempt is simply, ANOTHER TRIPPING! Leaving the poor Mexican even more frustrated at his simply annoying opponent.
shifty1438: whats ur new finisher?
matthall90: the ode to frank evans super clothesline powerbomb 300
shifty1438: which is really
shifty1438: just a legdrop
matthall90: which is actually a leg drop
(said at almost exactly the same time)
matthall90: lmfao
shifty1438: roflmao!
matthall90: !
shifty1438: i fucking knew it
shifty1438: lol
matthall90: fuckin alx
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Julio Guerrera slaps the canvas angrily, frustrated at the actions of the egotistical rookie. Phonie Homie prepares to make up on some lost time by starting his next round of offense, waiting for Mysterio to fully rise before charging him. Julio surprises him with a sudden Powerslam, looking ready to dominate the match as the fans begins to cheer. Their praise is not for the sinister Straight-Edge Messiah, but their hometown hero, who was making his way down the entrance ramp at a high speed. He slides into the ring and takes out his rival with a Full Body Tackle, delivering several stern fists to the competitor’s face. The referee has no choice but to have the bell ringed, giving the Mexican superstar this victory by disqualification.

Ring Announcer: Here is your winner via disqualification…JULIO GUERRERA!!!

The winner cannot hear this declaration, as Vegeta continues to pummel him, adrenaline fueling his rage at an alarming rate. The Icon forces both men to roll to the outside, where he can get hold of a steel chair. Mysterio tries his best to block, but is slammed in the skull by a vicious chair shot. Julio is in severe pain, but crawls over the barricade to escape his attacker, security stopping the European Champion before he could follow.
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