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Piccie Smalls vs. P.Y; Three Hours of Power - Round One Match
Topic Started: Apr 3 2006, 01:55 PM (199 Views)
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Three Hours of Power - Round One Match
Piccie Smalls vs. P.Y
Singles Match

Deadline: Saturday 7pm EST
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Johnny: The Three Hours of Power tournament continues with our next match and it should be a good one.
Donny: How do you know it’s a good one? We don’t even know who the second competitor is. For all we know it could be The Chair.
Johnny: You think so? OMG, if it were The Chair, we better Tivo this because its got to be a hall of fame match.

The house lights dim as the crowd grows anxious with anticipation. Breaking the silence is Notorious BIG’s “Hypnotize” as the fireworks flash all around the entrance way to announce the coming of the Notorious PIC. Out comes Piccie driving a golf cart. Yes, a golf cart. The golf cart is pulling three wagons loaded down with beer and various forms of liquor. Swerving back and forth, Piccie tries to keep control of the vehicle as he drives around the ring.

Johnny: My god! Look at all that alcohol! He must have raided a liquor store
Donny: Since when did golf cart engines have enough power to pull three wagon loads of alcohol?
Johnny: Must be supercharged…

With a big smile on his face as he gazes upon the loads of alcohol which include various cases of beer and bottles upon bottles of assorted liquors, Piccie Smalls steps into the ring with microphone in hand.

Piccie: Alright! Whooooo! Who’s ready for a power hour! (the crowd cheers on loudly). Yeaaah! We’re not having one power hour, no sir. Not even two. We’re doing three!!! And since we’re in Mexico, let’s get this fiesta started off right!

Piccie takes out a bottle of tequila and pops it open. He even has limes and salt shakers to share with some lucky fans down on the front rows. After taking three shots, Piccie looks primed for more.

Piccie: WOOOOO! Viva Mexico! Now, I don’t know who’s suppose to be coming out here for these three power hours, but they better be good. There ain’t no way someone’s out drinking me cuz I’m Nana-na-naNotorious!!

Crowd: P...I…CEEEEEEEEE! *sombreros are thrown into the air by the crowd*
HALL OF SMALLS

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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 :shifty
Winner of all the 2005 awards by default (polls deemed racist by NAACP)
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Panning away from a once empty ring, it takes a mere matter of seconds for the first competitor of this next match to make his way to the ring. Accompanied by the Seattle grunge band Soundgarden’s hit, Outshined, many Pojo Wrestling fans are now familiarised with the sounds they hear as they rise up and begin to cheer. Wrenching back the curtain in his palm, out walks one of the PWA’s latest talents, known best as Rex Haraway.

I got up feeling so down
I got off being sold out
I’ve kept the movie rolling
But the story’s getting old now, oh yeah
I just looked in the mirror
Things aren’t looking so good
I’m looking California
And feeling Minnesota, oh yeah


Playing up to the crowd sparks the positive reaction Rex prefers as he steps out for his match. He seems pretty upbeat after his PPV win as he continues to stroll towards the ring, ready to fight and make his mark in this tournament.

(So know you know) Who gets mystified
(So know you know) Who gets mystified
Show me the power child
I’d like to say
That I’m down on my knees today
It gives me the butterflies
Gives me away
‘Till I‘m up on my feet again
I’m feeling, I’m feeling outshined … outshined … outshined … outshined


The rookie superstar continues to strut down to the ring as eager PWA fans stretch out over the barrier. They receive five and a smile all rolled into one, as Haraway seems to be in a very upbeat mood, more than likely due to his victory over Sean Blake last night.

Ring Announcer: The following bout is scheduled for one fall. First - Entering the ring, hailing from Detroit, Michigan. He weighs in at 214lbs and stands at a height of 6 feet, 1 inch tall. He is –

::: The Ring Announcer suddenly finds his sentence interrupted by a screeching sound of distortion, flooding the arena through the PA system and hurting the ears of thousands. Only those who were able to witness Massacre’s dramatic ending know what is going on, as the others can only stare in confusion as a bellowing voice calls out - :::

I … AM … ETERNAL

::: A drum pattern commences, as does the rapid movement of an almost 7 foot tall giant marching at high speeds from the backstage area. He is dressed for war, and engages in the art early as he catches up with Rex Haraway. The rookie is frozen with fear as he turns to face his newly made enemy, suddenly raining down a barrage of fists into any surface of his body. And he’s not playing lightly either. Each blow is probably bringing him closer to death’s door, or if that is taking things a bit too far, bringing him closer to needing an ambulance. Rex’s body folds like an accordion not under the pressure but under the influence of fear. Rolling up like a hedgehog in the headlights, all he can do to fend off this attack is play dead, even though each shot is bringing him closer to death anyway. From inside the ring watches a nervous Piccie Smalls; it’s as if P.Y is purposely stalking him or something. Whatever his cause, it may be made clear when a shrieking voice is heard yelling words of encouragement to the English Monster. :::

::: DAVID CORDELL :::
DESTROY HIM! TEAR HIM LIMB FROM LIMB!


::: Marching out from the back trails David Cordell, aka Dave to most people. His allegiance with P.Y still remains a mystery, but it seems he is having some sort of effect on the Englishman’s actions. The beast wrenches the frail rookie’s body into a vertical stance, Rex’s head rolling like a weeble on the axis of his shoulders, as an oversized hand clutches at his wrist and whips him violently into the barrier. The barrier reinforced with steel. A cracking sound of spine against the rigid cold material sends a shudder down all unbroken spines, those of which belonging to the audience members. The sound is horrid, but soon replaced however with the shrieks of a man in agony, hoping that this will not last. Unfortunately for him this is only the beginning as the beast continues to follow his every motion, stalking him like a hired gun or assassin would his victim through eagle eyes. But Rex isn’t going to go down easy, no doubt about it. He’s proved himself a worthy athlete numerous times in his short yet expanding time here in the PWA, but maybe tonight will mark the end if it’s up to the British Behemoth. The former Success Story of the Year grabs a tight hold of his semi-long hair, using this as a way of transporting his foe from A to B, or from here to the top of the ramp to where David Cordell stands with a mic in his hand. Many are expecting him to speak, but instead the equipment drops out of his hand and falls onto the stage with a buzz. Suddenly, Rex is forced onto his knees at the feet of ‘Dave’, who seems to study the being with a careful eye. Nobody is quite sure what is going down, but after hearing the man scream “finish the little bastard” and waving his arms in a frantic manor, things can only go from bad to worse. Already, Haraway is drawn back onto the surface of his feet, but instead of being able to carry on with his match he finds himself wrenches into the arms of P.Y. This is no hug, in fact, it is far from it. Within the blink of an eye and many a camera flash, his body rotates in an unnatural form as the English Monster delivers a sickening Gunn Stinger, known better as the Denouement. Rex hits the stage in a uncomfortable manor, as in a robotic fashion the beats simply rises up and onto his feet before turning to the ring, marching his way towards another battle. Cordell shouts various words in Rex’s way before he catches up with the marching monster, eying up Piccie Smalls especially after the scenes of last night. :::

::: JOHNNY :::
… I’m just … speechless. I think it’s safe to assume however that P.Y has drawn himself into this tournament now … whether that is legal or not, I would hate to argue.


::: EMTs begin to arrive on stage, many cameras focusing around the now bloodied and bruised Rex Haraway as P.Y steps up to the ring, climbing onto the apron and stepping over the ropes. David Cordell stays on the outside, simply yelling orders for the monster to obey. Piccie Smalls on the other hand has learned his lesson from last night, keeping well away from P.Y for as long as possible. That time is cut to nothing as the timekeeper sees no option but to ring the bell. :::

DING DING DING!
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Piccie Smalls stares at the monster of a man that stands in the ring. He, like everyone else in the arena, is dumbfounded and at a lost for words at the English Monster’s appearance here tonight. Not quite sure what to do, The Notorious PIC decides to do what he does best, drink. Motioning towards a crewman standing by one of the wagons full of booze, Smalls has the cameraman toss up a few beers. After shotgunning two, Smalls motions for two more. With his opponent walking towards him, Piccie turns to face PY. Being rather new to PWA, Smalls is unfamiliar with just how vicious the Englishman can be. There’s a reason is he’s called a monster. In an attempt to make friends, The Notorious PIC tosses a can of beer to PY. Piccie opens his beer. The foam spews out of the top and flows down the sides of the can as Piccie raising it for a toast to friendship and good sportsmanship. The English Monster stares blankly at the drunkard and then downs at the beer still his hand. He slowly raises it up as if for a toast, but it is soon realized that’s not his intentions. With seemingly little effort, PY crushes the unopened can. The can bursts with beer spewing as far as the front row. Throwing down the can, PY lunges at the still in shock Smalls, grabbing him by the throat with both hands. He lifts Piccie up off the canvas before tossing into the ring corner. Piccie’s back bounces off the turnbuckles, but he is unable to fall forwards as he is met with lefts and rights from his opponent. Each blow is as if it were a hammer driving a nail into a board. He couldn’t escape the flurry of punches from PY if he wanted to. The English Monster raises his mammoth sized leg up of the mat and presses it against the neck of Smalls. Leaning against the ropes for leverage, PY attempts to choke out Piccie Smalls, much to the delight of his manager Dave Cordell, but not to the fans, who rain down up the dastardly duo with boos. The ref finally steps in to break the hold after a five count. Trying to take charge to the situation, referee begins to motion a disqualification, but his eyes become locked with PY’s. The cold stare sends freezes the official solid and he decides it’s in his best interest to shy away from that disqualification call. The Notorious PIC struggles for breath in the corner. The thoughts race through his head in an attempt to formulate a strategy. He’s never even seen PY in action nor has a he faced a man of that size so there’s no experience to help him. The Notorious PIC is in uncharted territory, territory that just happens to be occupied by an angry giant. PY grabs Piccie before he can even begin to think about beginning an offensive attack. Before the drunken one realizes what has happened, the English Monster has already tossed him clear across the ring as if he were nothing more than a rag doll.

Johnny: Wow! What an impressive display of strength by PY. Piccie Smalls weighs a good 250 and he just tossed him like a salad?
Donny: Speaking of tossing people’s salads, tell your mother I said Hi.
Johnny: …

Sensing he has the match well under control, PY walks over to his opponent to lift him off the mat. As he is casually lifted off the mat, The Notorious PIC sees his chance to gain some control in the match. He takes a stab at the Englishman’s gut, catching his opponent of guard. He takes another stab as he rises to his feet and then follows through with thunderous knife-edged chops that leave the crowd whoooing. The English Monster is taken back by these turn of events. Perhaps he has underestimated his opponent or maybe not. Feeling his arm being tugged on, PY quickly turns around reversing Piccie’s Irish whip attempt. It was as if he read Smalls’ mind, but that’s what happens with experience. Piccie rebounds off the ropes and heads back towards his opponent’s outstretched arm. Ducking underneath the clothesline, The Notorious PIC grabs hold of his opponent’s body. He raps around PY with his body perpendicular to his opponent’s in an attempt to set up for a Crucifix. Piccie pulls backwards, throwing his weight into the motion, but the giant PY is like a mighty redwood that will not move. Grinning at the predicament the drunkard has gotten himself into, the English Monster whiplashes backwards, leaving Piccie on the receiving in of a Samoan drop that he helped set up. The mat is not as forgiving as Piccie would have liked as the weight of the 300+ pounder drives his body into it. He holds his arm behind his back, hoping to numb the stinging sensation that is leaving a numb feeling throughout his body. PY looks to his manager for directions. For awhile now, it seems that Dave Cordell has managed to keep this beast known as PY on its leash. For how long it will remain, who knows, but that’s not on Cordell’s mind at the moment. He wants destruction. He wants an example to be made out Smalls. He barks out orders to his monster to break the battered drunk in half. The Englishman obliges and pulls his opponent off by the jersey. The fabric tears as Piccie is lifted of the mat on his feet exposing his bare chest. The light tan skin is soon replaced by a red whelp and the giant hand print of PY. The fans in Mexico gasp with each open hand slap that the English Monster delivers. The sound of both the slaps and of Smalls echo throughout the arena only to be drowned out by the sinister laughter of Dave Cordell. The Notorious PIC stumbles around the ring, chest throbbing. His facial expressions tell the story of just how painful the slaps were. In the midst of all this stumbling, he happens to run into the open hand of the English Monster. The giant vice of hand grabs Piccie by the neck and clamps down. Piccie’s wind pipe becomes cut off and his bulge as he struggles to breath. With a single arm, PY shows off his strength by lifting The Notorious PIC off the mat. Smalls has enough to presence of mind to recognize this as a chokeslam or as PY calls it, the Black Hand Treatment. Piccie Smalls searches his data files in the depths of his brain to find someway to escape the maneuver because he knows if it is carried threw, it’s all over for him. Unable to come up with a counter maneuver, Piccie pulls out a last ditch and instinctual move; he spits directly in the eyes of the English Monster. The saliva temporarily blinds the Englishman. It stings too, which causes him to release Smalls from the death grip to wipe his eyes. Taking advantage of the handicapped PY, Piccie bounces off the ropes. Running towards the back of PY, Smalls leaps in the air, grabbing his opponent by the head on the way down for a bulldog. The former world champ is only mildly stunned and is back on his feet almost as quick as Smalls. Still blinded though, PY leans forward trying to clear his eyes. Seeing the opening, Piccie places his arms around the head of his opponent and with a swift, swinging motion; he manages to take the big man down with a swinging neck breaker. Again PY is only mildly stunned, this time getting up and stumbling backwards into the ropes. The Englishman’s vision becomes clear, but it’s a moment too late. The Notorious PIC knocks the seven footer over the top rope with a clothesline and into the arms of his accomplice, Dave Cordell. The fans cheer loudly, showing their support for the loveable drunk who has seemed to gain momentum. PY stands back up and gazes into the ring at his opponent. Piccie makes eye contact with him, seeing the fiery blaze that dwells within this “man”. He can see the fire growing wilder and wilder as the anger builds inside. The Notorious PIC stares back at English Monster, trying to give a look of confidence, but his stomach rumbles with seeds of doubt. Doubts of whether or not he can win this match or worse, can he even manage to stay alive.

Johnny: What a come back by Piccie Smalls! He seems to be in control of this match.
Donny: Yeah, but look at PY! Boy does he look pissed.
Johnny: Yeah...yeah…Oh god! It’s demonic! We’ve seen that look before. We’ve seen what this monster is capable off. Get the hell out of there Piccie! You saw what he did to Rex! He’s pissed off now! It’ll be 100x worse! My god! Someone get him out.
Donny: Maybe it’s for the best…
HALL OF SMALLS

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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 :shifty
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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::: Even with such a distinct overall advantage tucked firmly into his pocket, there is still an ounce of apprehension that shrouds the British Behemoth who vacantly stares at Piccie Smalls, pacing around the ring. Good job this is no sponsored walk, ‘cause he would certainly be reeling in money with the distance he covers in sheer anxiety. Despite the usual idea of alcohol being on his mind, P.Y seems to be having a much heavier influence on his brain, surfacing the fear and unease usually masked by the beer in his bloodstream. Maybe he just hasn’t had enough this evening, but the crowd seems to be confused by the sudden sober looking Piccie trying to actually piece together a plan. The matter, unfortunately, is suddenly made worse by the appearance of David Cordell marching to the monster’s side with his mouth muttering words of wisdom. Even with Piccie’s mind racing like a hyperactive child on sugar, he still has the ability to read Dave’s lips like a book as the manager suddenly jumps into action, leaping gracefully onto the apron with his plan in full flow. The superstar still present in the ring forgets all about P.Y for a moment as his rage gets the better of him. Hurtling forwards, he simply lets his body do the work without using his brain as one Right Hook later and Cordell is on his back, rolling around on the outside after hitting the apron on his journeys. Clutching his body in pain, the crowd react with a somewhat mixed response as the tactic of using a sacrifice to the monster’s aid truly pays off; no more worries about how to enter the ring with his path now clear, well, up until the moment the man with his defences lowered realises his one mistake as his spins around to find a monster in his face. Of course it’s too late; no doubt about it, but it certainly isn’t the end of the world. His body could question such a fact nonetheless when a sudden sharp pain arises in his abdomen. Piccie’s eyes miss the Toe Kick that drives into his midsection, but the cameras of thousands in attendance would give him numerous pictures to look through at a later time. Right now though, the number one and two issue on his mind is to deal with the agony now present in his stomach whilst defending himself from further injuries; aka ‘impossible’. His sweaty palms wrap around his beer-filled belly like a human bandage, protecting the patch of agony from further injury. However, with the beast at the helm, he is soon gonna run out of plasters for the injuries is about to obtain. Next on the agenda – his right clavicle. Once acting as an important part of his upper body, the bone soon finds itself wrapped tightly around a cold, steel ring post after the underdog is thrown like a rag roll into the corner. At least you could say the post broke his fall, but then again you could also argue that it broke a bone clean in two. By the volume of his scream, maybe that suggestion is a fact. Still, the crowd are not affected by this rather cheap play, as for a man who was once hated by all, the concoction of cheers mixed with in with the typical boos triggers a somewhat strange feeling inside his mind. Such reactions only manipulate his crooked mouth into a crooked smirk, pushing him further towards that invisible border known as the line, crossed many a time by P.Y in his illustrious career. The route he takes under this merged atmosphere isn’t exactly bordering mayhem, but for a man of his size and wrestling skill, comes as a bit of a shock. Could this be the result of feeling slightly respected, or has the affect of a mentor opened new ways? Either way, an unexpected German Suplex draws many cameras to fan’s eyes, capturing what you could rightly call a rare wrestling moment. But it isn’t over there. Piccie Smalls does the sane thing by trying to escape, but as if the monster’s has turned all soft on him by continuing to hug his body, escape is futile. The man wriggles like a snake in hopes of weaving himself an exit but instead he finds himself back at square one, ready to undertake a replay just for the crowd’s pleasure. Some even cheer at the sight of this second German Suplex and its rarity, as many begin to wonder what else the beast has hidden away up his sleeves. :::

::: JOHNNY :::
Who does he think he is, Chris Benoit? I know I’m not exactly the biggest of P.Y admirers, but seeing him pull out some different moves for a change definitely makes his matches a little more fun to watch.

::: DONNY :::
You expect him now to hit a Swan Dive Head-butt from the top rope, do you? Jesus man, a superstar of this size isn’t expected to wow the crowd by his moves, but simply by his sheer power and strength. Plus, what is there not to admire? The man got shot no less than 2 months ago and already he is back … you gotta love him!


::: Love him or not, the Mexican crowd seem to be forever divided on whether to cheer or boo the British Behemoth. His dominance in the last couple of minutes has forced each audience member to make a swift decision, whether it be one of a positive nature or not. Divided as they stand, the pace of the English native doesn’t help the time they wish to make a realistic decision as suddenly, up rises the man in question, victory still set on his mind. Setting aside no time to sit and catch his breath, P.Y’s feet touch the mat fast as he switches all attention back onto the broken bodied Piccie Smalls. Two drunken eyes meet his own, gazing helplessly in his direction in a cry of help despite the obvious answer that is reflected. He kind of feels sorry for the man, seething in agony at his own expense, but the less he thinks of the Notorious PIC and more about what’s at stake, the immoral thought coat his mind and leaves that infamous smirk attached to his jaw. The good Samaritan inside of him offers a hand to the wreck of a man at his ankles, where, through the obvious outcome that lay ahead, Piccie needs all the help he can get right now. True to his gesture, P.Y draws his opponent onto his feet to a rather warm reception, but the divide suddenly comes into play when Smalls is whipped towards the rope in an Irish fashion. As he bounds into the three lines that bind’s both men inside the ring, the apparent ego and headstrong mentality of the English Monster seems to get the better of him. His spine arches forward, leaving his body in a right angle position as Piccie Smalls is thrown back in his path, obviously expected to be sent flying over the Behemoth’s shoulder in the next assault of his series. But as everyone already knows, things can change in a matter of seconds. Applying the brakes, Piccie Smalls gazes down at the bent over P.Y with an arrogant smile creeping over the front of his skull. Never mind executing some sort of match-swaying manoeuvre, no; Piccie Smalls decides to taint P.Y’s image and mind alike by thrusting his hip back and forth in the direction of the Englishman’s head. The beast briefly looking up to see the Notorious PIC’s crotch being repeatedly thrust his way from a distance as the crowd cannot contain their laughter at the gesture Piccie makes. The Behemoth hasn’t the speed to match his opponent who decides it best to move on from his sexual drunken gesture, as quickly he jumps forward with his arm coiling around his foe’s tree trunk sized neck. The images P.Y just witnessed may be erased from his mind temporarily as his face hits the mat thanks to a Piccie Smalls DDT. Of course, with the monster down and the crowd suddenly chanting his name thanks to the action he made under his alcohol fuelled state, Piccie tries to score one hell of an upset by pinning the English Monster. The referee comes sliding out of nowhere, making the fall official - :::

… ONE!
… TWO!


(OOC: Sorry I took a while ... good luck)
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KICKOUT!

P.Y uses his brute strength to push Piccie Smalls off, breaking up the pinfall. The expression on Piccie's face is priceless as he stares at his foe in terror. Rising up to a seated position, P.Y turns his head to the right, locking his eyes on Piccie. In the background, Dave Cordell can be heard screaming at P.Y, telling him to dispose of Piccie. Both men get to their feet as the fans watch the man they once thought was shot, wrap his hand around Piccie's throat! Shaking his head and trying to fight out of it, Piccie's attempt is a failure as P.Y lift Piccie off his feet, driving him down into the mat to complete his Black Hand Treatment ! Cordell demands that P.Y cover his foe and he does just that. The referee stares at P.Y for a moment before diving to the canvas to make the count...

1...
2...
3!!!


Announcer: Winner of this Three Hours of Power 1st Round Match, P.Y!!!

Juggernaut by Clutch begins playing as P.Y stares down his fallen adversary. Cordell greets P.Y with a hug, showing his Monster how truly happy he is of him. The two exit the ring as P.Y is officially one step closer to getting a World Title shot!
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World Champion (3)
Intercontinental Champion (3)
Television Champion (1)
European Champion (1)
Tag Team Champion (4)
(1 w/ Zach Pendergrass, 1 w/ Hott2Flamez, 1 w/ Bman, and 1 w/ Triple 6)
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