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| Insanity Episode 87; Palacio de los Deportes; Mexico City | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 3 2006, 01:49 PM (519 Views) | |
| Thomas Driver | Apr 3 2006, 01:49 PM Post #1 |
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PWA WORLD TOUR THREE HOURS OF POWER BEGINS MAIN EVENT Non-Title Match Showtime vs. Tom Tyco Three Hours of Power - Round One Match Hajjhowe vs. Vegeta Intercontinental Championship Match Tommy Dragon © vs. The Freak Three Hours of Power - Round One Match Julio Guerrera vs. Sean Blake Cruiserweight Championship Match Matt Blaze © vs. Krazy Kid Three Hours of Power - Round One Match Mike Constine vs. Deception Non-Title Match Suicidal Saint vs. Xstatic Matt McKenzie vs. Eagle Three Hours of Power - Round One Match Piccie Smalls vs. Rex Haraway ALX vs. Bobby Guyzacks Nathan Hardy vs. Dean Machine Three Hours of Power Qualifying Match Alex Giltinane vs. Chase Haifen vs. Jigsaw vs. Phonie Homie Gemini vs. Frank Evans Lia Doomas vs. Reginald Fortiscue |
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| The Jesus | Apr 3 2006, 03:33 PM Post #2 |
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Milk was a bad choice.
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Following the traditional montage of historic moments and flashy computer-generated images that is the Insanity Opening, the cameras cut to Julio Guerrera standing in the center of the ring, his ring manager, Chris Simms, standing next to him. He is dressed in his idiosyncratic wrestling attire, and has a mic in his hands, whilst Chris is dressed in black levi's with a black "PWA Official' shirt. The fans at home don't have much time to react to this image as Julio's lips soon part, and he begins to speak into the black microphone. "You know, ever since last night, I've been kind of afraid to show my face. I know what you people will say, you'll call me 'loser', you'll say I'm a failure.. and you know what? You're right." The fans (at least those that are able to understand English) aren't sure how to react to this sudden moment of honesty that they are currently witnessing, so the majority of them just stay quiet and hope that the Straight Edge Messiah explains himself beyond that point. "It's true, I come to you here, now, in my homecountry of Mexico, not as the European Champion, and with my thirst for revenge still left unquenched. I can come up with a variety of excuses - every dog has his day, mine just wasn't yesterday, Vegeta just got lucky, politics were involved - but, you know what? I don't see the point. No matter what I say, the fact remains, I failed." He tucks his head downwards, not wanting to look at the audience inside of el Palacio de los Deportes. "At least, that's what I thought. You see, last night, Vegeta, the owner of this promotion, hoisted me up onto his shoulders, slammed me down, and pinned me one-two-three. And that's when it hit me.. for the past couple of months, my mind has been plagued with this anger, this that I've been harvesting inside myself. I lost sight of true glorific success. I didn't care about winning gold, I didn't care about winning matches, all I want was Vegeta's blood on my fists.." He brings his head up to see a somewhat confused Mexican crowd, the majority of them having expected the All Around Best to have talked to them in their own language. "I was so.. enchanted.. by this fierce, brutal anger, that nothing else mattered to me. I.. acquired.. Vegeta's belt from him, but even then, I didn't appreciate what it truly meant. I didn't appreciate what it has truly meant for some of it's previous holders. Just take a look at the title history, the books don't lie - Deception, P.Y, Bman, Wrath, all former champions, and look at what they went on to accomplish. It's a launching pad for greater success, it's a launching pad for even bigger gold." He pauses for a second, before continuing. "And so, I'm sure all of you would love for me to go back there, and ask Vegeta for a third match, a third chance. Hell, y'know, I want to. I do, that anger is still very alive in me, that monster still breaths inside of me.." "However, take a look at my record. I don't need the European title. I have proven already I am capable of winning the belt, maybe not capable of beating certain circumstances, but definitely capable of winning the belt, so why the hell should I go back there and ask Vegeta for a third match? I'm above the belt, I'm above it. So, if I am to actually do something with my career, with my life - if I want people to look back at me and remember me, why should I throw myself into a title hunt that is below me? I shouldn't, it'd be proposterous." He pauses for a second, flinching that this promo hasn't turned out as good as he when he originally planned it out. "I'm not stupid, though. I've seen what people are willing to do to be number one, I've seen who people are willing to betray, and who they're willing to trust just to stay in the top position.. and then, almost as if it was destined, as soon as I made this realization, I came face to face with the man who will help me, and, of course, himself to achieve greater success. I'm sure you all know him, he's beatened former World Champions, he's pinned former Intercontinental Champions, and he's even bested former tag team legends. Señores y señoras.. mi compañero.. mi hermano.." Suddenly, the sounds of a Vaudevillian accordian can be heard softly over the PA, eliciting murmurs of confusion from the capacity crowd here in El Palacio de los Deportes. The eerie encantations of the accordion sharply fade and give way to a driving instrumental, laced with the tickling of the ivory keys of a grand piano. With the music playing in the background, a voice beckons and billows out loudly to the rowdy fans in attendance, in a language that is not their own, yet understandable to many. "PEOPLE! IT FEELS SO GOOD TO BE BACK!" The curtains part and a rush of commotion and gasps can be heard as the lights that were once shooting outward on the top of the stage turn inward, revealing the figure that has been called out by the Straight Edge Messiah to be none other than the Crown Jewel of the PWA, ALX. The crowd increases in their confusion, trying to piece together just how and when these two men had crafted such a relationship. Making his way down in a pair of jeans and a zip-up jacket, ALX steps into the ring, making his way directly over to Guerrera, exchanging a handshake, a show of solidarity that leaves the newly established alliance confirmed. Taking the microphone out of his new partner's hand, ALX begins to smirk before bringing it up to his lips to address the public. "Esperaban a algun otro?" The crowd responds with a cheer, buying into the carefully placed verbage by ALX by return his efforts with a cheap pop. It's not that they want to cheer, it's that he has thus far, been the only one out of two to acknowledge their culture and heritage. "For just a little over 6 months, I have bided my time here in this company. I have done everything asked of me and I have been the quintessential good solider..." The crowd looks on , almost locked on to his words, many not understanding the verbage, but having the intelligence enough to pick up on a few things here and there. "I sat by idly and I paid my dues like any other youngster should in this business. I took my lumps, I took my bruises. However, I had something others didn't. I had drive, I had desire, tenia juevos..." "I went from a no-name rookie who worked at Blockbuster on the weekends to make ends meet, to a highly-regarded prospect, the can't miss name on everyone's tongue, the "supposed" future of this business. I was immediately thrown into the ring with the very best this sport had to offer..." ALX smirks, showing a sense of new found confidence, but his eyes has begun to shade something unfound in him in recent weeks. I was thrown in the mix with Showtime, who I nearly defeated. I twice defeated your golden child, your icon, Triple 6, and made it look like it was fucking clockwork. I've gone into matches where I was expected to die, and I've walked out killing legends. I've walked out with a legacy in hand and a fucking resume of victories in the other... Just last night, I walked into a fucking warzone that was the Deathmatch against the master of that domain, contra il gringo loco, Deception. He ran his mouth, his spouted off like a fountain, and when it came down to it, he was put away like all the others. Como el sol, la noche, y el dia, la cancion nunca cambia, mi gente...La cancion siempre es la misma. The song forever remains the same, but where the hell is my respect? Where the hell is my gratification? Where is my applause? For months I've sat here and delievered night after night, show after show, without so much as a pat on the back or a word of encouragement. The staff in the back has looked at me like the preverbial fodder for their chosen elite, yet I keep sending them away. I get no respect, I get no love, I get no admiration. All I have received for my service is unreturned gestures, broken promises, and the pain that I have to go through every morning just to compete in front of all of you... Looking over to Julio, ALX cracks a small smile, before speaking again, the crowd still locked on to what is going on in the ring. "El, mi hermano, mi companero, he understands this. He's seen the unrewarding path I have been placed on before. He has experienced the lack of respect, the lack of opportunity. This is about unreceived praise, this is about getting what's rightfully ours... Esto...es por la gloria... We didn't sell out, we bought in, and we're taken back what we've given our whole damn careers... It's time to pay the piper, folks, and we're taking over." |
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| The Notorious PIC | Apr 3 2006, 04:01 PM Post #3 |
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Still Drunk
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The camera fades back in from a public service announcement given by Showtime about the importance of deadlines, which was preceded by a public service announcement given by Mysty on the dangers of porn addiction. Mitchell Cole has caught up with the ever loveable and ever so huggable Piccie Smalls. Cole: I’m here with the Notorious PIC who had a very impressive and entertaining main event match last night at Massacre with Tommy Dragon for the Intercontinental champion. Unfortunately for Piccie Smalls, he came up on the wrong end of the pin. What are your thoughts on this match? Piccie: Obviously I am disappointed. The dream of a free society where everyone can enjoy IHOP pancakes in peace is still just a dream, but I will keep fighting. Cole: Well…um…but what did you think about PY making his return after the match last night? You two had a confrontation in the ring. Can you tell us about that? Piccie: PY is the reason I lost that match. His interference cost me the IHOP title. In fact, it wouldn’t surprise me if PY is an inside man for IHOP’s worst enemy, Wafflehouse. Cole: What? That’s absurd. I’m ignoring most of your statement. How could PY costs you the match? He didn’t even come out till after the match was over! Piccie: You see, Mickey Cold… Cole: It’s Mitchell Cole Piccie: Ok. Well you see Milton Call, I could sense PY. Its like a jedi sense. There was a shift in the force and I could feel his presence. That sense temporarily distracted me and kept me from winning the IHOP title. Cole (becoming frustrated): IT’S COLE! Anyways, you have a match tonight in the Three Hours of Power tournament against a mystery opponent. How are you preparing yourself? Piccie: Three power hours? Awesome! I am so there. Piccie walks off to get booze for what he thinks is three power hours. Cole shakes his head in disgust and throws it back to Johnny and Donny at ringside. |
HALL OF SMALLS![]() Praise be to Piccie!!! The greatest of all time PWA ACCOMPLISHMENTS Champion of the Universe World Champion 2007 Three Hours of Power Winner Intercontinental Champion European Champion (greatest ever) Tag Team Champion (w/ Tommy Dragon) Hardcore Champion(2) Fastest rising star in PWA History; retired as #1 Career record upon retirement: 34-10-1 Future Hall of Famer ![]() Winner of all the 2005 awards by default (polls deemed racist by NAACP) Winner of all the 2007 awards by default (voting once again deemed racist by NAACP) Best RPer because I kick ass | |
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| Tom Tyco | Apr 3 2006, 10:58 PM Post #4 |
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A scene cuts to where Tom Tyco stands with an interviewer; Cole to be exact. Tom stands stout, covered from neck to toe in a nice expensive grey suit with a blue tie that brings out the color of his eyes. He cocks his head and straightens the tie as Cole begins to speak. Cole: I am here tonight with Mr. Tom Tyco. It's been a while since we've done an interview with this PWA veteran, so let's get right into it. Now, Mr. Tyco, Tom if you will, you stand here tonight after just finding out of a huge opportunity for yourself tonight; a match with the PWA Champion himself, Showtime. I understand you requested this to be a non-title match. Why is that? Tom glares in Cole's general direction before heaving in a deep breath. He snatches the mircrophone and speaks. Tom Tyco: Cole Cole Cole. I have two words for you: Big Picture. As I've grown accustomed to this company, I've grown wiser and gained a certain knowledge amongst men. There is two things you must know to survive here. One: Do not get on anyone's bad side or else you'll pay in some way or another. I admit, it's not always preventible. See a couple weeks ago when Sean Blake sneak attacked me with his Television Title when I beat him. If you can avoid controversy as much as possible, you're only that much closer to being at the top of the chain. Two: Of course, as I said, big picture. If and when I beat Showtime tonight, think about it ... I'll pretty much be THE #1 Contender. Now let's think about this more; if I'm the #1 contender, then my spot in the Three Hours of Power tournament will pretty much not matter thus giving me the confiedence I need to advance in the tournament and mere add it to me resume of major accomplishments. And no matter how far I made it, I would still be a Number One Contender! See, it all works out Cole. As you said: Tonight, in the PWA, the Main Event WILL be Showtime vs. Tom Tyco in a non-title match; exactly how I want it. Within a matter of time, the PWA Championship WILL be mine and I will prove how great of a superstar I truely am! Live with that, PICO! Tom eagerly tosses the microphone back to Cole and walks off in a strut full of confiedence. The scene fades away. |
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| Vegeta | Apr 3 2006, 11:05 PM Post #5 |
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*The camera cuts to a well-known office. A picture of Vegeta holding a Hall of Famer trophy can be seen in the backround. The slides to the right, zooming in and focusing on the European Champion.* Vegeta: I don't want a special introduction tonight. I don't need someone hyping up the fact that The Icon is about to speak. You all know who I am and there is no need for Cole to go on and talk about how great I am. I'm doing things my way tonight and I won't stop until I get what I want. *Vegeta pauses to allow the fans to settle down after having this "speech" abruptly placed on the Pojotron." Vegeta: People backstage have been telling me that I've been soft since returning. Well last night I went out and kicked Julio Guerrera's ass and I don't plan on looking back. I'm done being nice to the guys back here who come into my office and beg to get a match. It's not about that, it's about me. I have goals here in PWA and I can't be held back by the likes of any curtain jerkers. *The crowd gives off a light pop as Vegeta's cockyness is starting to resurface.* Vegeta: Tonight marks the night of a new beginning. When I returned several months ago I had a few intentions. Beat everyone on my list. Prove I'm a Hall of Famer and an Icon. Regain what's mine, the PWA World Title. *The arena explodes after Vegeta's last words.* Vegeta: I've been thrown off ladders, put through windows, slammed through tables, beaten with chairs, hell, I was stabbed just a few weeks back. My point is that there is nothing...AND NO ONE who can stand in my way and ruin my plans. My list I made has been officially crumbled up and thrown into the garbage. I've realized something. Why should I, The Showstopper, The Hall of Famer, The Icon in this industry, fight random people on a list that I made up? I think over these past few months I've proven myself rather well, having suffered only one defeat in a singles match since returning. I'm done with this list and I'm done calling people out. From now on it's going to go like this. If you stand in my way as I make my journey to regain the World Title, then I will be forced to drop you like a bad habit. Tonight, Hajjhowe, you just happen to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Once I'm through with you and once I go through the rest of these nobodys in this tournament, I plan to go after you Showtime, and get revenge for my loss at Pojocade. But not only that, I will take back my title...the title that YOU lessen the value of every day you hold it. *The crowd shows a mixed reaction for that previous statement, showing support for both Vegeta and Showtime. PWA cuts to ringside where the camera is centered on the two announcers, Johnny and Donny.* Johnny: Ever since Vegeta was attacked and stabbed by those conmen Julio and Simms, he hasn't been the same. You could tell when he had his match with Chris Simm and during his match last night, the man has seemed to be a lot more aggressive and his mannerisms remind me of when he use to be apart of the nWo... Donny: Well whatever it is, these fans seem to still be completely behind their Hero. Vegeta's new temper is one to stay away from and tonight, I could only hope that Hajj comes ready for a brawl. |
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| Hajjhowe | Apr 4 2006, 01:48 AM Post #6 |
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After a short commercial break we are backstage with Hajjhowe, who is wrapping some black tape around his wrists as the crowd pop a little. Interviewer Josh Matthews arrives on the scene, microphone in hand as he speaks into it. JM: Hajj, vegeta has just laid down some harsh words about you, and claims that he will go through you with ease on his way to the Three Hours Of Power finals. What is your responce? Hajj looks up, a somber expression on his face. HH: Well, he's probably right Josh. I mean let's face facts. Vegeta is a former world champion, multiple time IC and tag champion, and right now is in a record setting run with the European title. The last time I held a title was with a 300 pound retard after beating an amish kid. JM: Speaking of the Ace, where is he? HH: I couldn't do it anymore Josh. I am a pretty cold son fo a bitch, but there is only so much I could take before I just felt bad. I have Ace his money back, and hopefully the fans can forgive me for taking advantage of him. JM: Well, that's good to hear. So do you have any words for Vegeta or the rest of the tournament? HH: Well, it's simple really. Hajj stands up, looking into the camera. HH: I am going to leave it all in the ring tonight. Vegeta wants a fight? He wants to show how much passion he has? Well I have news for him, I LIVE this buisness. Unlike Vegeta, I am going to leave a true legacy not just with me, but with men like Sean Blake, Devlin Jackson and other students that I trained. I may have been sliding into the background, but don't think for a second I don't have a few more runs in me. You want a fight Vegeta? Well you got it! The fans cheer as Hajj walks off camera before we head to the ring for some match. |
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| Steele | Apr 5 2006, 08:42 AM Post #7 |
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During a brief intermission, the POJOtron fades to black and the crowd, used to this, pay little to no attention to it at first. When suddenly for a brief second, something appears, and only those who happened to be staring at the empty monitor got a glimpse of the image shown...![]() "It All Begins Again... Soon!" Jonny and Donny didn't even catch a glimpse of what just happened, as no one makes a mention of it. A small buzz starts to go through the crowd as people discuss what they've just seen, but that quickly diminishes as the next matchup gets ready to start up. |
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| Matt Blaze | Apr 5 2006, 04:49 PM Post #8 |
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The match taking place in the ring comes to it's conclusion, and the fans are still buzzing about the outcome. The eyes of the people seated in the Audience are quickly directed towards the PojoTron, whereupon they see none other, than the new Pojo Wrestling Alliance Cruiserweight Champion, "The Future" Matt Blaze. Blaze is standing by with Mitchell Cole, who is ready to do his job, and that my friends, is to interview people. Mitchell Cole -- I'm standing here at this time, with the new Cruiserweight Champion. So, Matt, how did it feel to win your second Cruiserweight Championship last night at Massacre? Matt Blaze -- How do I feel? I feel great! That match was nothing but a cake-walk for me and it seemed as though the Champ at the time, XStatic, didn't really give it his all last night. Mitchell Cole -- With that being said, what are your plans with your newly acquired Cruiserweight Championship? Matt Blaze -- Well, I plan on breaking that record set by myself for this title. The record of longest reign WILL be broken yet again along with Most Defenses this time around. My first stepping stone comes in the form of one half of the PWA Tag Team Champions, Krazy Kid, whom I will be defending my Championship against tonight. Mitchell Cole -- Speaking of that match, your thoughts going into your first title defense? Matt Blaze -- My first? Cole.. Cole.. Cole.. I don't see this as my first title defense, no. I see this one tonight, as my sixth. You see, when I lost the Cruiserweight Championship to Midnight back at PojoCade IV, he was just serving as a place-holder for when I made my return to action. But, that plan didn't go over as smoothly as I had imagined. For you see, one night later, Phonie Homie defeated Midnight for MY belt. That little wigger defended that belt two times, before losing it to XStatic, whom I beat last night. Ever since I took my short hiatus from the ring, the Cruiserweight Championship did nothing but flop back and forth from wrestler to wrestler. Where's the prestige in that? I made my mark by returning, EARNING my title shot at Massacre, and proving to the world yet again, that "The Future" is here. Mitchell Cole -- Before you go, I have to ask you, how do you feel about squaring off against the man you defeated no less than 24 hours ago, in this years First Round Three Hours of Power match? Matt Blaze -- I don't feel anything at all. I already know, going into THoP, that I'm going to beat XStatic just as easily as I did when his title was on the line, and go on to WIN the Three Hours of Power tournament. The critics are all saying that it will be another Major League type PWA Superstar that will take the THoP crown this year, but not me. This tournament has needed some new blood for quite some time, and "The Future" will provide just that. XStatic? I'll see YOU next week. Matt Blaze begins to walk off, his polished Cruiserweight Championship resting across his left shoulder, but quickly returns for one last comment.. Matt Blaze -- Oh, and XStatic? Don't feel bad when I walk all over you next week. You're simply another stepping stone on my path to greatness, and you should be honored. Why? Because "The Future" is here.. and "The Future" looks good.. The Cruiserweight Champion makes his way out of the picture and off to the weight room facilities of the arena, in preparation for his title defense tonight and his THoP match next week... |
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| Showtime | Apr 6 2006, 12:47 AM Post #9 |
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Showtime stands in the locker room, the PWA World Heavyweight Title hanging in his shoulder, a trophy of his triumph at Massacre. Senior interviewer Mitchell Cole stands next to the Iconic Legend, as he has many times before, awkwardly and fearful that the slightest breach in concentration for the Bostonian may cause him to snap and unleash a ferocious fury on the helpless interviewer. Although this has never been the case, Cole fears everytime that it may happen. Showtime is ready to speak to the public, however Mitchell Cole must prepare his questions first. Mitchell Cole: Showtime, what a roller coaster of a month it's been for you; first, winning the World Title against Bman, then losing it to the rookie in a hugely unexpected upset, then defeating him at Massacre just last night. What are your thoughts? Showtime: Well, the title is back on my shoulder, and there ain't a damn thing anyone can do about it. Heathen put up a good fight, but I still whooped his ass! As for this title reign, there will be no unexpected losses this time around, I'm coming 110% prepared every match, every night, and that's the end of it. The fans respond actively to these words of steely determination on the part of the Iconic Legend, excitement emitting from their mouths after the words from Showtime. The Bostonian stares into the eyes of the interviewer, intimidating him slightly, causing the scrawny Mitchell Cole to back away a few inches from his imposing subject for the evening. Mitchell Cole: This week begins round one of Three Hours of Power, a tournament you came very close to winning last year. This year, many new prospects are fighting for a shot at the title. Showtime: It's great to see young blood given a shot at the Title, especially guys who have never had a shot at the Title before. Whoever it is, I'll give them a hell of a fight at Retaliation...if I still have the title by then. With that rather dismal note, the fans are hushed for a moment. They are unsure how to react to the humble admittance of the Iconic Legend, that he may be defeated over the next few weeks, and lose the World Title once again. A look of humble awkwardness fills the eyes of the Iconic Legend, but is quickly replaced by a look of furious certainty, which is followed by a harsh and abrasive statement on the part of the Iconic Legend. In an attempt to break the awkward silence, Mitchell Cole takes to the task of asking the next question. Mitchell Cole: There are also many veterans taking part in the tournament this year. These men are no strangers to the World Title picture, men like Deception, Hajjhowe, Vegeta- Showtime: Whoa, whoa, whoa...Vegeta is in the Three Hours of Power tournament?? The fans cheer at the mention of the Showstopper, who has a very high chance and possibility of going all the way to win every round of the tournament. Showtime: Him being in that tournament is a joke, some of the people in that tournament are beginners with hardly any foundation at all. If he really wanted a World Title shot, he should have just manned up and asked me for one. The bottom line is, I've beat him before. I whooped his ass at Pojocade harder than a drunken father beats his kids. As much respect as I have for the man, he doesn't belong in that tournament. The fans are unsure how to react, wanting to support the Iconic Legend, but their loyalty still lying with the PWA Owner. A few fans boo the verbal assault by Showtime, but many cheer him for acknowledging the veteran as a mainstay competitor, and for portraying his respect for the owner, the man who signs his paychecks on a weekly basis. Showtime: But no matter who I face at Three Hours of Power for this World Title, and no matter who I face at Retaliation, the bottom line is this: I fully intend on walking out of both events with the World Title still strapped firmly around my waist, come hell or high water, bring it on. The fans burst into erratic cheers once again, ecstatic at the enthusiasm portrayed over the microphone by the Boston Bad-Ass, a man who rarely takes to the microphone to convey his messages of hatred and painbringing methodologies. He stares deep into the lens of the backstage camera, and the fans erupt into cheers of support, even larger in quantity than moments before, as PWA's Insanity cuts to a commercial. |
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| Xstatic | Apr 6 2006, 11:31 AM Post #10 |
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The match taking place in the ring comes to its conclusion and the fans aren’t really that bothered about the outcome. The reason for this being that they are stiff miffed about how Xstatic lost the Cruiserweight Championship to Matt Blaze at Massacre 2006 and can think of nothing else other then that right now. The eyes of the people seated in the audience are quickly directed towards the PojoTron, whereupon they none other, then the wrestler who recently lost his belt, Xstatic. The Englishman fails to stifle a solitary tear as he stands by Mitchell Cole, who is ready to do his job (unlike the “Live Wire” who just jobs), and that my friend is to be a rip-off of that faggot WWE commentator who frosts his hair. The main thing that strikes you is how dishevelled X looks right now. His eyes are bleary and drool escapes from the corner of his lips. To top it all he has a nine o’clock shadow… he must be a drunkard! Either that or a convicted paedophile who has been sent to the Pojo Wrestling Alliance on a contract which states that he gets a week out of jail for every match he wins. Personally, I think he’s tipsy but only because he's not in jail right now after losing at Massacre. Mitchell Cole: I’m standing here at this time with the newest man to lose the Cruiserweight Championship. So, Xstatic, how did it feel to lose your second match, and belt, last night at Massacre? Xstatic: What kind of dumb question is that? Do I look happy? Are these tears of joy you see? ARE THEY BOLLOCKS! I lost the match, the belt, the crowd’s respect, my personal locker room, my car to thieves, my house... key, my dignity, my virginity to a prostitute who looked similar to my mother. Mitchell Cole: Your mother? Xstatic: What can I say? I was drunk. Drunk enough to sleep with somebody who looked my mother which doesn't say much for the whore's appearance because my mum has been dead for ten years… Mitchell Cole: Your virginity? Xstatic: Well, I did meet a lovely... person in Bangkok a few months ago but it made me take it from the back... in hindsight I should have known better. It doesn't count. Mitchell Cole: So... do you have an Oedipus complex? Xstatic: What the hells complex about being drunk as a skunk that was made to drink absinthe by some cruel guy, who shall remain nameless, when I found it in a forest? The only thing complex is the word Oedipus… ain’t that like an Octopus or something? Mitchell Cole: Humans don’t have eight arms, Xstatic. Xstatic: Bullshit. Vishnu had loads of arms. That dude was porn business material. He must have had like four dicks. Mitchell Cole: Don’t go offending other religions. Xstatic: Religion my balls. That shit is a cult just like the Mormons and… Mitchell Cole: Scientology? Xstatic: Fuck no. I was gonna say Islam. Mitchell Cole: Moving back on track; were you a little off when facing Matt Blaze? Xstatic: I was off like a morning alarm or those guys who stole my car. It felt like I was on some drug rape pill or something. Mitchell Cole: Who’d do that? Xstatic: If I didn’t slip them in my own drink then I don’t know who did it… Mitchell Cole: So then, now you are a free man with no pressures of a champion, what are your new plans? Xstatic: A magician doesn’t tell his secrets, Mitchell Cole. Lucky for you I don’t believe in magic. Mitchell Cole: Oh - Xstatic: Quiet… I hear laughter at my hilarious quip. Mitchell Cole: You must be talking about the front-row of the audience. Xstatic: Yes, their cackles fill me with joy. Mitchell Cole: They weren’t actually laughing… they were gasping for air. You should know that they are children from the local hospice sent here for their final wish… Xstatic: I’d wish to live… either that or wish to see Wrestlemania. Mitchell Cole: Don’t you mean Massacre? Xstatic: Fuck no. Massacre was gayer then AIDS. I just don’t get why they have come to this particular show straight after a pay-per-view because they always suck balls. I bet it is just down to the fact that this is the only week with free seats in the arena. Mitchell Cole: You have such a great sense of humour, Xstatic. Xstatic: Don’t be sarcastic. England invented that. Don’t get all smart just because you guys made Frazier and had a wank over it… Mitchell Cole: So, before we get cut short, tell me your future plans. Xstatic: To be honest, I don’t really have any. I wasn’t intending to lose the Cruiserweight Championship to Blaze. Hell, just because that bitch got lucky and hit me with his gay little finisher I lost the belt. Is that fair? Mitchell Cole: Yes. Xstatic: Oh… but he threw salt in my eyes before he hit the move. Mitchell Cole: No. Xstatic: So, you are telling me you didn’t see him put his feet on the ropes. Mitchell Cole: That did not happen. I know that I am crossing the line here but this has to be said… you lost the match cleanly and should get over it. Xstatic: It’s not as easy as you make out, Cole. I went into that match believing I had no way of losing to Matt Blaze. Losing to him hit me like a ton of bricks. It shall take many months to get over it. Mitchell Cole: You don’t have months, Xstatic. You are scheduled to face Matt Blaze once again next week in a first round of the Three Hours of Power match. Xstatic: Next week, when I face Blaze, it will be different. Oh, yes. I'll be like Picard and make it so. Our first match ended unexpectedly because I did not know my opponent’s weakness but after many hours of spying on him at all hours of the day even when he is in the shower I have found out his Achilles heel… KRYPTONITE! MWAHAHAHAHAHA… WHO’S LAUGHING NOW MATT BLAZE? NOT YOU I SEE! YOU CAN SAY WHATEVER YOU WANT ABOUT NEW BLOOD WINING THE THOP BUT IT WON’T BE YOU’RE BLOOD… YOUR BLOOD WILL BE FILLED WITH CRIPPLING KRTOBLUH… Mitchell Cole: Try again. Xstatic: CRIPPLING KRYPTONITE! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NEXT WEEK WILL BE YOUR DEATH AND WHEN I STAND OVER YOUR CORPSE I SHALL SHOUT OUT “I’M GOING TO PUT YOU IN THE CRYPT… TONIGHT!”. THEN I'LL SAIL THROUGH THE TOURNAMENT AND BEAT SHOWTIME THEN I'LL SAY "MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA, I BESTED YOU IN OUR SHOWDOWN SHOWTIME! THEN THE AUDIENCE WILL SAY THAT HE SUCKS AND CALL HIM SHOWTOWN BECAUSE RIVER ROSS MADE THEM". Mitchell Cole: Matt Blaze is not Superman. Xstatic: He must be… how else did he defeat me? Mitchell Cole: Because you are a lower card talent who has been fed jobbers up to the point were you are stuffed with overconfidence. Xstatic: Jobbers? Is Eagle a jobber? Mitchell Cole: Well, I heard that he placed a high wager on himself losing before your match with him… Xstatic: WELL, I STILL BEAT FRANK EVANS AND RYAN OWENS GOD DAMN IT! Now… I’m gonna go out there and win myself a wrestling match against the Suicidal Saint. When he faces me in the squared circle he's committing suicide and people who do that go to hell which is where he's gonna be when I face him in the squared circle. Heh, sometimes I surprise even myself with my wittiness. Mitchell Cole: You can’t go out there in your current state. Xstatic: What state? Mitchell Cole: A drunken state… Xstatic: I ain’t fucking Texas! Xstatic stumbles off screen. Clattering sounds can be heard in the distance followed by his voice yet again. Xstatic: WHO THE FUCK LEAVES MY EMPTY BOTTLE OF VODKA LYING AROUND FOR ME TO STEP ON AFTER I PUT IT ON THE FLOOR?! Mitchell Cole stands shocked at the current goings on. He speaks out to the camera. Mitchell Cole: There you have it ladies and gentlemen. Your former PWA Cruiserweight Champion… hell, I don’t see why he’s getting so worked up about this. It’s not even a prestigious belt. The European Championship... now that's a respected title. Money is thrown at Mitchell Cole after his complimentary remark directed at Vegeta. The scene fades out to allow a Best of Massacre recap to take place… it is just the Xstatic vs. Matt Blaze match. In the background Xstatic can be heard sobbing girlishly and crying out "WHY DOES NOBODY RECOGNISE MY GREATNESS?! I'M XSTATIC! I BEAT FRANK EVANS! 1 W4N7 70 CU|2L UP 1N70 4 84LL 4N|} |}13!" |
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| Matt Blaze | Apr 6 2006, 12:06 PM Post #11 |
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| Xstatic | Apr 6 2006, 02:28 PM Post #12 |
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Yes. I came to terms with losing my belt through a random promo, lol. |
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| Bobbi Bitch | Apr 7 2006, 03:17 PM Post #13 |
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An unknown interviewer comes up towards Lia Doomas... Interviewer: Hey may I get a word with... Lia grabs the microphone from the interviewer and slaps the interviewer... Lia: Tonight... I am up against Reginald? Who is he... I am not even going to show up to the match... for all I know the match might be cancelled... She delivers the K.O.D. and then leaves... |
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| Jeff Holsten | Apr 9 2006, 03:35 AM Post #14 |
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The PWA comes back on the air after a commercial following the Hajjhowe & Vegeta Three Hours of Power match. The Showstopper is walking through the hallway towards his office and is looking a little drained after the match. His European title is draped over his right shoulder and a Showstopper T-shirt is hanging from his left shoulder. As Vegeta nears the door to his office he hears a child’s voice. The boy appears to be about 10 years old. The boy says “Mr. Vegeta” and holds up a bottle for the European champ. The Showstopper take the bottle of Super Power Soda, opens the top, throws it back and chugs the drink as the boy watches on. With a loud AHH, Vegeta finishes the soda as the kid turns to walk away. The Showstopper hollers out in a friendly voice “Hey, Kid.” The lad turns as Vegeta tosses the boy the T-shirt hanging from his shoulder. The boy yells “Thanks Showstopper” as he turns and runs off to tell his friends. The PWA owner shakes his head a little and turns back to the door of his office. Vegeta pushes the door open and a gray blur meets him as the door swings wide. A title belt crashes across The Showstoppers forehead and drive him back into the cameraman. Vegeta and the cameraman crash to the floor as the video blink out for a second then shows a weird shot of the cealing. The cameraman scrambles to his feet and brings into focus Vegeta laid out on the floor with a small cut on his forehead that blood has just started to trickle from. Also in the shot are gray pinstripe trousers near Vegeta’s head. As the camera pulls back slightly revealing more of the figure near the Showstopper’s head, an arm from the person in the suit reaches down and picks up the European Title. The camera pulls back even further to reveal the chest of the individual holding the European title and apparently “weighing” it against the title he holds in his left hand. ![]() The individual squats down and places the European title across the chest of it’s champion. The head of the individual in the gray Armani pinstripes comes into view covered in a EU blue mask with this emblem on the side. ![]() The masked man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crumpled piece of paper, unfolding it and laying it on the center plate of the European belt. It’s Vegeta’s hit list he threw away earlier with a slight modification, in widepoint blue sharpi and filling the whole page are the letters E U R O. “You still may be needing this, Gov”, the man says as he stands and walks through a nearby exit to a waiting limo. Persons with a keen eye may have noticed the JJC emblem on the door of the car as it speeds away. Camera cuts to elsewhere in the building. -----(Cue Bman Tribute Promo)--------- The Legendary Bman is standing in front of a monitor as the previous promo takes place. Bman turns and walks away, bumping into little “billy” at a vending machine. Billy staggers then quickly retrieves his cherry vanilla lemon oreo Super Power Soda Classic from the dispense tray. Bman snatches the soda from Billy’s hand, removes the top, and pours its contents across his mask in Stone Cold Steve Austin fashion as Billy stares on with bewilderment in his eyes on the verge of tears. As Bman finishes the soda and exclaims “AH, Refreshing”, Billy turns to run off and tell his Daddy about the stolen soda. Bman quickly yells “Hey Kid” from off camera. Billy turns only to be met with the heel of The Masked Legend’s wrestling boot, knocking the youngster out cold. Bman turns and gets on his scooter, kicking away shouting “I know your speechless, no need to thank me.” The Promoing legend and former World champ rides off toward the backdrop of a sunset. OOC: Please don’t book “EURO” yet, I’d like to promo him for a couple of weeks first. Yeah, Jeff under a hood an old school device in the vein of Junkyard Dog – Stagger Lee or Dusty Rhodes – Midnight Rider (If your to young to know, just ask in MD). Yeah, I know the grapichs are crap did em in paint in about 15 Mins. Happy Trail Bman. |
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| Alex Giltinane | Apr 9 2006, 04:57 AM Post #15 |
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Following the three hours of power qualifying match the scene opens up backstage where, Alex Giltinane is deep in thought about his latest defeat and his failure to qualify for the Three Hours of Power tournament. Alex is holding his head in his hands as the feeling of depression sinks in, the thought of another sleepless night, of yet more time on the lower card picking up scraps of victories. Alex had fallen off his once high throne in the TFW and come crashing down to earth her in the PWA. Alex slams his free hand hard against a nearby locker, as he remains seated on a steel chair. All, the once “Glorificent One” had to keep his going was his tag team championship, the mass of gold which he slumps across his right shoulder, almost now a burden to him. Damn! Damn! Damn! Alex’s voice seemed to echo throughout the empty locker room. He then buried his head deeper into his hands, the match was over and he had blown his chance of engraving his name in the walls of the PWA. He knew it wasn’t just himself he had let down. Alex had let down his friends and family, everyone relying on his to pick up a victory tonight then go and face Tommy Dragon next week had been sorely disappointed by his lacklustre display. Alex needed to concentrate on getting back on track… but can he? |
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| Frank Evans | Apr 9 2006, 06:49 PM Post #16 |
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As Evans bashes his head into one of the lockers an Cole walkes in and tries to talk to Evans. Cole: Um....Evans so it apperaes last night you had a short reign as hardcore champion. Evans turnes to Cole snarling. Evans: Cole i don't care last night he did'nt return, yes Deno knows who i'm talking about but that's okay becuase someone told the security that he was coming so the entire Arena was closed up during both matches. But that's okay becuase the darkness will fall at three houres of power but, he will make a slight apperance next week. As Evans then luages darkley he immedatley stopes. Evans: As for gemini or however the hell he is, my losing streak ends this weak but i'm giving you the opption to not show up at all. Yes and then you can get your paycheck go back to your family and still have every bone in your body intact. cole: Well what if he does show up tonight? Evans: Then he does and i win the bruitel way. As the scen then ends it goes black as Team hazard logo showes across the screen. |
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| Deano White | Apr 9 2006, 07:15 PM Post #17 |
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The Scene opens up in the locker room as it shows The Dean Machine just wearing a red thong with devil horns on,he is joined by to lovely lucky fans who are lucky enough to meet The Lean Mean Dean Machine himself.Dean pours champane on himself as a celebration of winning his first match in pwa.Dean then drops the bottle on the floor and throws both of the female fans out of the door. Dean Machine:Ha Ha guess who It Is its me the Dean Machine the Lean The Very Mean Sex Machine its Dean baby! I had my first victory tonight Frank Evans won as well well done him but thats not whats important whats important is me the Dean Machine and what is important is I am coming for Showtime's title. I am not demanding but I sence No I totally no what in the next few weeks Heavywheight gold round my Waist! baby now can you handle that!?I am better than all of you fans I am Lean My name indeedy is Dean I am Lean and Im one hell of a sex machine baby! The scene closes with Dean's neck being rubbed by a model as he starts to enjoy and relax.Dean then adress's the crowd what George Forman wasnt the inventor of the Lean Mean Fat reducing machines it was him,Dean then demonstrates how to use one it has also got a Dean Machine label on. |
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| Frank Evans | Apr 9 2006, 07:19 PM Post #18 |
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[:rollin that's good dean] |
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