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| ALX vs. Tommy Dragon; Three Hours of Power - Quarter Final | |
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| Vegeta | Apr 15 2006, 11:33 PM Post #1 |
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ALX vs. Tommy Dragon Three Hours of Power - Quarter Final Stipulation: Singles Match Deadline: Saturday 7pm EST |
![]() PWA Title History: 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) Hardcore Champion (1) | |
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| Thomas Driver | Apr 18 2006, 02:27 PM Post #2 |
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Say Hello To Young Hollywood... "Young Hollywood" by Head Automatica hits while the curtain is pushed aside and bursting into the spotlight is the Usual Suspect, the Chosen One, the man known as ALX. He stomps down the entrance ramp with his open white robe that is decorated with black streaks on the sides and sleeves. Underneath, a pair of white tights with black tribal flame design that begins on the right side on the back of the tights and culminates by coming around to the right side on the front. He neared ringside while receiving a mixed reaction from the crowd,. They're not really sure who the fuck he's teaming with anymore, but he's got enough talent to get a large portion of cheers from the fans without someone at his side. Ring Announcer: The following is a quarterfinals match in the Three Hours of Power tournament. First, making his way to the ring from Detroit, Michigan and weighing in at two hundred pounds...the Chosen One...A..L..X!!! The young athlete reaches the steel steps, walking up slowly to get the most of the fan reaction. ALX places a foot on the middle rope and leans over the top a bit, waiting for the flashes to conclude before heading to the center of the ring as his music settles down. Yo ho! Yo ho! A pirate's life for me We pillage plunder, we rifle and loot Drink up me 'earties, yo ho! We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot, Drink up me 'earties, yo ho! Tommy Dragon’s introduction is started the same as last week, the primary tune of the Disneyland attraction, Pirates of the Caribbean, blasting out of the sound system finishes off the first chorus. Again like last week, “A Pirate’s Life for Me” comes to a sudden halt and is quickly replaced with another theme. The lack of vocals and the booming orchestral piece leads to the black curtains opening to their oddest site yet. A small rowboat appears from the backstage area, paddling down the entrance ramp with no water anywhere near to make the job of the man rowing any easier. The Hotshot is dressed in his pirate attire, his foot on the bow of the small craft while his new “rear admiral” Piccie Smalls steers the vessel as it floats across the steel surface. Finally, the unwheeled vehicle smashes into squared circle. Tommy nearly falls onto the padded concrete, his cohort letting go of the oars in order to protect the various bottles of Captain Morgan’s, some Private Stock and Spiced Rum that are at the bow of their boat. The Notorious PIC stays in the boat as his partner stumbles out and heads over to the ring steps as "L' Arle`Sinenne" by Georges Bizet continues to play. Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred and forty four pounds, from New York City, he is the PWA Intercontinental Champion, "THE HOTSHOT" TOMMY DRAGON!!! The classical music continues to blast from the sound system as Tommy Dragon makes his way to up the steps and into the squared circle. He stands up on the turnbuckle before pointing out towards the spectators, mimicking the iconic Henry Morgan stance on the corner post. Tommy leaps from the turnbuckle, turning around as his theme fades away and this round two match in the Three Hours of Power tournament begins. The former partners begin to engage in combat as a drunken white rapper/college student opens up his next battle of rum. (OORP: Both men are entered to get this match started, good luck ALX since I will hate you for the remainder of the week.) |
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| Alex LeBlanc | Apr 18 2006, 06:16 PM Post #3 |
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-A surge of electricity fills the arena as they crowd stands, on their feet for what is almost guaranteed to become one of those instant classics that get played back almost instantly after their first viewing. The fans in attendance here in New Zealand know that they are about to embark upon a journey that not many are blessed to be a part of, but many would give an arm or a leg for. This is the essence of what wrestling is, the purity of the sport and the competition defined right before our very own eyes. In the ring, there is a seemingly unending array of skills and talents on display, the likes not seen in quite some time here in the much revered and much glorified annuls of the PWA. On the one hand, you have the consumate professional, the perennial Main Eventer in Tommy Dragon, the current Intercontinental champion and the man many have pegged as the one destined to lead this prideful and tradition-filled company into the next chapter of its exsistence. Since his insertion into the roster, he has been nothing short of extraordinary, comprising a list of accomplishments that would rival most of the much publicized, yet mythical Top Five rankings that are in the hearts and minds of all the fans of the industry and of the company itself. Across the ring from the revered "veteran" however, is the man who seemingly, may just be the one to challenge Dragon's claim as the perennial cornerstone of the future here in the PWA. The similarities are endless, Dragon having been in the much familiar position that his opponent for tonight, ALX, finds himself at the current state. The youngster has done nothing but impress himself since his debut so many months ago and has been on the high rise to success ever since his inclusion into the so-called "big leagues" of the wrestling industry, the PWA. However, ALX, for all his athleticism, his agility and his impressiveness thus far in the early going, has yet to score that major, decisive pinfall that would announce his arrival as a player here in the PWA. Looking at this tournament, this matchup as his opportunity to finally shout it out to the world, he stands just feet away from his one time partner and confidant, the Hotshot. The tension between them could be cut with a butter knife, neither man flinching, but keeping their eyes on each other as the crowd roars with excitement, in anticipation for what is surely to be an encounter that nobody forgets.- -The bell rings and the match is officially underway, each man taking his time to approach his opponent, wanting rather to develop a strategy in the early going instead of rushing in against a combatant that knows his repetoire and knows how to defend against it. Bouncing lightly on his heels, the Chosen One eyes the Intercontinental champion as he cautiously advances toward him, eyeing him with intuitive glances, attempting to disect the youngster before he even lays a hand upon him, looking for an area to strike. Settling as his opponent gets ever so closer, the blood having circulated well enough in his legs so that he is left satisfied, ALX stands, crouching down into a defensive stance as he begins to move laterally, Dragon following suit as both men begin the inevitable game of chess that must be played here in the early going. Extending their hands outward, the two warriors lock up in a Knuckle Lock Tie-Up, momentarily fighting for leverage and a clear advantage. Deciding against getting into a battle of strength and going shot for shot with an opponent who outweighs him and outpowers him, the young phenom instead quickly breaks the lock, dropping to his knees and attempting to bring down the more experienced Dragon by clutching onto his ankle. Acting quickly and effectively defending the manuever, Tommy astutely tries to mount his opponent's back, thus grounding him into the canvas, slowing down the pace of the agile and quick Detroit native. Knowledgable about the situation that he could find himself in, ALX swings his legs in front of him, rolling to his knees and then pushing himself free and onto his feet, locking eyes with Tommy as the familiar crowd roar echoes and rummages through the arena once more. Shrugging, both men chuckle, before in a sign of respect and in a move charateristic of the respect for the show that the company exhibits, the two gladiators shake hands before backing off a bit, circling once more, the momentary stop having ceased. Chants of "Lets Go Dragon!" are heard dueling with chants of "Lets Go Alex!", the cries of the fans becoming defeaning and rattling the already capacity-filled crowd here in New Zealand. Once more they come closer to each other, extending their hands in effort to participate once more in another tactical and strategic lock-up. Their fingers intertwine once more, each man beginning to jockey for position and leverage. Returning to his old gameplan, ALX reverts once more to hitting the canvas and attempting to trip up his opponent. Tommy rips his foot out of ALX's hand, jumping back a bit as the youngster props back onto his feet. Hoping to catch the Detroit native offguard, Dragon throws a quick kick toward the head of the Chosen One. Averting it, ALX ducks and backs away slowly, locking eyes once more with his opponent, an "OOH" echoing throughout the fans as they come once again to a bitter stand-off.- -The deuling chants return once more as the fans look on appreciatively. The two combatants, not taking their gaze off each other, come within a ruler's length from each other. Taking some intiative and seeing that his gameplan thus far has worked as much as Mysty's father, ALX drives his boot into the thigh of the Hotshot with a vicious kick that resonates through the arena, the smack heard ringing throughout the crowd. However, the blow doesn't have it's desired effect as more than anything, it has resulted in an anger being triggered with in the heart and mind of the Intercontinental champion. Wasting no time, he returns the favor and collects his receipt, sending a frighteningly powerful kick that connects flush upon the thigh of the Usual Suspect. ALX jumps back in pain, the blow causing him to stand on one leg for an instant before he places it down, grimacing, however trying not to make it seem obvious how much it did have an effect, not wanting to show a sign of weakness. That same anger that Tommy felt, is now triggered in ALX, the scene in the ring becoming one of respect, one of oneupsmanship. Regaining his composure, the talented novice throws another kick with his alternate leg. The crowd "OOHS" at the impact, but then it escalates into a full out war as Tommy returns it, the match having disintegrated into an old-school Japan-esque Kick War. The Chosen One throws another, the crowd groaning at the display, but their bloodlust conquering their minds. The grimace of pain comes across the face of Tommy and he attempts to return it once more, only to have the young phenom duck it. Once ducked, ALX sweeps the leg, finally taking Tommy down to the canvas. Quickly keeping on the offensive, the youngster rolls up to his feet and continues his assault, stomping away at the head and shoulders of the Intercontinental champion as he attempts to get up, driving him back down harshly into the canvas.- -Gripping onto the Hotshot's hair, ALX lifts him off the canvas and forces him into a corner, resting his opponent's back against the turnbuckle. ALX lets go a fiery forearm into the face of his opponent, then drops down and unloads with a barrage of Shoulder Charges in the corner to the abdomen of the more experienced Dragon. Pulling Tommy from the corner, ALX scoops him quickly, then powers him into the canvas, looking around as the cheers for him begin to increase. Hopping up and down a little to get the blood pumping in his legs, ALX rushes off the ropes before leaping in the air, executing a crisp Knee Drop to the face of the Hotshot, Tommy's body jolting upward upon impact. Wasting no time, the youngster drops down, laying over his opponent, looking for the pin.- 1... 2... -Tommy just gets a shoulder up, breaking up the fall at 2 and a half, the capacity crowd groaning as the match was very close to meeting its finality. Frustratedly, ALX pulls Dragon up to his feet and flips him onto a sitting-up position with a Headlock Takedown. Eyeing his defenseless opponent, ALX unloads another one of his patented kicks into the spine of the Hotshot, the fans in the front row cringing as they see the pain flow through the body of the Intercontinental champion. Picking Dragon up by his hair, the Chosen One lifts him to a vertical base, keeping his attack upon his one time partner, unleashing a forceful forearm to his jaw that jolts him back. ALX continues with another, then another, before taking a step back and looking for a Discus Elbow. In a move of complete desperation, as ALX comes forward, Tommy throws a stiff elbow into his sternum, jarring the rookie back and onto his knees. Taking advantage of the situation, Tommy charges toward the momentarily defenseless Detroit native and just decimates him with a Charging Knee that forces him out of the ring. The crowd groans at the sight of the youngster's head snapping back, his body falling limply to floor outside the ring. In the ring, Tommy has seemingly regained his confidence and has begun to look outside, eyeing his opponent, awaiting him to stand. As ALX finally gets off his knees and on to his feet, wobbling, Tommy takes off light a freight train, diving through the middle rope and hitting a Tope Suicida that leaves the crowd roaring in amazement, the manuever forcing ALX's head to bounce viciously off the steel guard rail and leaving Tommy's shoulder to meet the cold, unforgiving iron. The men are left lying on the outside as the crowd's bloodlust gets the best of them and they cheer ravenously.- OOC: Good Luck, Tommy. Seriously man, it's going to be fun. Hopefully we can make this a memorable one... |
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| Thomas Driver | Apr 19 2006, 03:28 AM Post #4 |
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The collision of human skull with steel creates a chilling effect for spectators in the front row, their eyes focused on the guardrail inches away from them. ALX’s anatomy slammed into it with such force that the metallic structure was shaking, even letting out a small hum as if just struck by beater of a triangle. His opponent is in no better position, the overzealous technician nursing his shoulder which may have been dislocated upon impact. Tommy Dragon places his hand flat on the padding beneath him, pushing down with his undamaged so he could ascend to his feet. He makes it to all fours, but once he attempts to place weight on the limb that slammed into the barricade a jolt of pain is felt near his scapula. The Hotshot fights through this first real sign of agony, knowing that there would be more to come if didn’t take advantage as soon as possible. Adrenaline and alcohol mix, numbing the area for their owner to rise onto a vertical base. Tommy stretches out his right deltoid, pulling and twisting it so whatever he could undo any bone readjustment his aerial attack may have caused. During this torment, Piccie Smalls looks towards his partner with little concern for his body as he began admiring the features of a young women several rows back in the crowd. The Notorious PIC lies back on the bow of the wooden craft that took him and his cohort down to ringside, looking drunkenly towards the attractive female while opening another bottle of spiced rum. His fantasy is disturbed when the Chosen One’s frame begins to block the stunning view, angering the intoxicated college student enough that he yells for the active competitor to move from where he was standing. This inebriated rant conveniently gives the American Crippler warning that his time for recovery was over, turning around to find his opponent barely about to stand straight. The Usual Suspect is grasping his head, almost trying to massage his recent migraine away while he uses the barricade to provide him some foundation. Before the Detroit native can mount any offense, he is smacked across the chest by the open hand of the more able competitor. Fans hoot and holler in reaction to the echo caused by this loud strike, only a select few giving off the typical call of “Whoooooo!” in respect to a wrestling legend. ALX prepares to retaliate with his chop, but cannot deliver a blow soon enough. He is again stricken by the palm of the Intercontinental Champion; several fans now more uniformly shouting out the typical chant heard above the equator for such an action. The pirate attired technician seems satisfied with his quick attacks, rather than going for a more sinister offense. His adversary on the other hand plans on paying back his battered pectoral with a stiff Knife-Edge Chop that knocks his attacker away. Tommy Dragon is now the one on defensive, trying to beat his foe to the punch and only able to expose himself for a second smack to his tender flesh. This one hit in a far more uncomfortable spot, the strike landing near his right armpit and aggravating the muscles in an already bruised region of the submissionist. Seeing how his victim reacted gives the Chosen One a bullseye to focus on, swinging his arm away to hit another shot right where his last struck moments earlier. The Hotshot yelps from the pain, staying still from the shock of it and allowing himself to fall victim for the final chop that sends him falling to the ground. He struggles while crawling away, stumbling into the steel steps as the former Hardcore Champion stalks him until he finally realizes something. Both men had been on the outside for over a minute now and they hadn’t heard a thing from the referee telling them to enter back into the squared circle. ALX decides to finally check what was going on inside the ring, looking over to find the official and Piccie Smalls struggling over a bottle of rum that the inexperienced athlete had brought from the backstage area. The Notorious PIC had even gone so far as to step out of the rowboat and step onto the apron in order to keep his alcoholic beverage even though there were still several full containers in the vessel he had abandoned. Eventually the referee stopped and allowed the rear admiral of the craft to keep his drink, going back to the active participants in the contest. Now he begins to count, giving the Chosen One some incentive to hurry whatever he had planned along so that he could either win from a pinfall or submission inside the traditional battleground or get a victory via countout, which was something that an honorable warrior such as he would avoid. He prepares to get the fallen New Yorker into the ring as quickly as he could, but is stopped by a kick to the abdomen. Tommy snakes his good arm around the neck of his fellow contender, grabbing the tights of the young gladiator while lifting his mass into the air. It doesn’t take long for the Rated ARRRGH Superstar to slam his captive downwards, smacking him against the thinly padded concrete floor in a Snap Suplex. ALX’s spine arches after crashing to the black surface, trying to contract after nearly being splattered by the laws of gravity. With time counting down for the warriors, the American Crippler peels his victim from where he lie and rolls him onto the canvas that had been where they had started this brutality. Donny: Johnny, these two might kill each other and their not even in the semifinals of the tournament. Johnny: They both want to win the tournament and they both want to face the World Champion. Neither has gotten that chance yet, so it’s no wonder they want it so badly. Tommy Dragon watches as his opponent writhes against the canvas, his body having taken a fair beating over the last few minutes. This, combined with the head injury he suffered at the hands of the Intercontinental Champion’s suicide dive, is enough to keep ALX incapacitated and a temporary non-threat to the dominant competitor. The Hotshot steps back between the ring ropes, going to the canvas as he remains focused on the target of his next maneuver. Fans react to this with cheers and applause, ready to see another high flying assault at the hands of the usually ground based technician. Instead of launching himself off the turnbuckle to attack his foe when he was down, the Genex Dragon awaits for him to stand in the hopes of hitting a better prepared attack. Slowly but surely, the carcass of the Usual Suspect is given new life and he begins to rise. Though he can see perfectly, the warrior’s senses are blind to the events that are going on as he struggles to obtain balance. He cannot hear the calls of the audience as they attempts to warn him of upcoming danger, cannot see the cause of that danger perched atop the corner post and cannot smell the strong odor of golden liquid that had been poured down the throat of Piccie Smalls. Eventually he is able to firmly stand in place and begin searching for the opponent that seems to have vanished, turning unsuspectingly to face a hunter that had already pounced. The American Crippler’s arm is outstretched with the hopes of catching his target by the jaw and bring him down to the mat for a possible chance at victory. Unfortunately for the warrior in mid-flight, his actions have been scouted and there is nowhere for him to avoid a counterattack. Boots that were once against the dark fabric of the ring now smashed into the defenseless shoulder of Tommy Dragon as he plummets to the canvas. ALX stands over his surprised victim, knowing full well that the Standing Dropkick he had delivered was one of the most intense ever felt by the submissionist. He collapses onto the mat, holding his twitching limb to emphasize the torture he was going through by just continuing to wrestle with the pain. This is not enough to put the Intercontinental Champion away, the Chosen One already picking at the pieces of his adversary by stomping him on the right arm to further the torment. The more competitive of the two doesn’t hesitate to yank his rival by his throbbing limb, pulling him off the canvas while still accomplishing his goal of maximizing the damage he could inflict. When the New Yorker is finally standing, his hand is pulled away and rushed forward at an astonishing rate so that his head is caught with his own limb. ALX pushes even farther, taking his former mentor down in an Arm Trap Neckbreaker in a procedure that nearly separates his shoulder from the rest of the technician’s skeleton. Tommy remains where he fell, the only movement from his body a sudden spasm here or there from his arm. His attacker now sees the chance of a lifetime, hooking both legs of his opponent while lying across the chest of The Hotshot. The referee rushes to the scene, making the cover that could push the man with one thousand entrance themes onto the next level of competition in not only the Three Hours of Power tournament, but on the main stage of PWA wrestling. 1... 2... (OORP: I’m extremely tired, so this is very blah. But it’s something up, so whatever.) |
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| Alex LeBlanc | Apr 21 2006, 04:49 PM Post #5 |
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-The hand rushes down, signifying impending doom for the American Crippler, the monumental upset just seconds away. The enormity of the event would be one that would ripple throughout the wrestling world and surely elevate this highly touted and highly esteemed prospect into the land of great opportunity and into a status that he had surely dreamed about before, but as of yet, he not been able to grasp or make his as he laid across the chest of his opponent at the most important moment of his young career. A million thoughts begin running through the youngster's head. They come flooding in like a river than overflowed and broke its boundries, thoughts of stardom, exposure and the spotlight garnering stage that he would immediately grasp with such a victory overwhelming the young phenom from Detroit, his arm clutching onto the hooked leg of his opponent for all he's worth, trying to will that victory into his favor. For all his thoughts and dreams however, there was a resistance, and one that wasn't as passive as ALX would have liked. His aspirations and his daydreaming about the future would most certainly have to wait as the seasoned veteran in Tommy Dragon pushes up his shoulder from the canvas, just nanoseconds before the official's hand smacks the mat, the referee immediately throwing up two fingers to signify a near-fall. The crowd that had been on their feet just seconds before, looking for the unimaginable upset up until now, erupt in a collective groan, the faces of those in the front row ones of pained expression, many grasping their hair at how close the "Chosen One" just came. Sitting up from the pinning predicament, ALX looks at the official incredulously, gripping his hair and staring in shock before rolling his eyes, frustration beginning to set in as the matchup has begun to wear on.- -The young novice rolls to his side slowly, looking down at the Hotshot with a look of anger and disdain in his eyes and a fire and a passion in his blood that he has never felt. The crowd begin once again chanting and letting their voices be heard as they begin chanting for ALX, the shouts and screams radiating through the walls of the Zealanders arena. Grasping Dragon by the hair, the Chosen One pulls Tommy to his feet, looking to continue his ongoing pursuit for victory, looking to continue his offensive assault. With both men to a vertical base though, Dragon shows just what has made him so very dangerous in the past, breaking free of ALX's grasp and responding with a vicious forearm shot to the jaw of his opponent. Not one to back down, the Usual Suspect responds, the two men trading forearms in the center of the ring. Finally, the Intercontinental champion grabs the upper hand, placing more force behind one of those much villified forearms and connecting strongly against the cheek of his one time confidant. The blow momentarily leaves ALX slumped onto the shoulder of the veteran, teetering on his feet. With ALX barely able to keep his balance and his compsure, Tommy rushes off the ropes, coming back with break-neck speed before catching the defenseless ALX with a stiff kick to the face that drives him into the canvas, his head bouncing off the mat. The youngster grasp his head in obvious pain, writhing on the canvas. Wasting no time, Tommy goes for the quick cover.- 1... 2... -ALX just gets a shoulder up, breaking up the pinfall, a groan greeting both combatants in the ring, the Hotshot supporters showing their appreciation and their support for their man. Meanwhile, a small cheer is heard from the other side of the arena, the ALX supporters showing their content with the Detroit native being able to fight it off and keep himself alive. The frustration that had once consumed his opponent now rears its ugly head inside the mind of the Crippler as he looks toward the official and begins slapping his hands together quickly, signifying that he thoroughly believed this matchup was over. Maybe it's frustration, maybe its the realization that the kid is a legit threat, but Dragon makes his way over to the head of his opponent with a new look upon his face, one of more determination, more desperation as he lifts ALX to his feet. Standing the young phenom on his feet, the Hotshot sends a deafening chop to his opponent's chest, the redness of the blow immediately coming apparent. The cringe of pain is etched onto ALX's face, the young warrior bending at the waist, trying to force away the pain that momentarily consumes his mind, body and soul. The American Crippler backs the Chosen One against the ropes, grasping his hand and attempts to whip him across the ring. Using whatever courage, braveness and skill he can muster from deep within his heart, ALX manages to counter the whip, thusly sending Dragon screaming off the ropes as they spring him back toward the middle of the ring. ALX drops down, looking for Dragon to highstep over him, but instead Tommy does a roll over the body of his opponent, springing to his feet behind ALX who makes it to his feet just seconds later. As the youngster turns to face his veteran opponent, the Usual Suspect runs into a perfectly executed Dropkick that sends him once again crumpled to the canvas, gripping his head.- -Trying to regain a bit of his compsure and trying to buy himself just a bit of time, the wounded young phenom rolls out of the ring, standing and tending to his injuries outside of the ring. Meanwhile, the Hotshot sees this as a crucial mistake by the rookie and has decided to take advantage, using his experience to try and catch ALX off-guard. He rushes toward the ropes and attempts a Baseball Slide, but to his dismay, ALX is weary of it and slides back in the ring head-first as his more seasoned opponent slides out of it. Still feeling the effects of the brutal assault he has had to withstand to his head and neck, ALX pushes to his feet in the ring, leaning on the ropes for leverage. Recouping from his failed attempt to bring the fight to ALX just moments ago, Dragon climbs onto the apron and thrust a shoulder into the ribcage of the Detroit native, phasing him, if only for the moment. Using this to his advantage, the Crippler slides into the ring through ALX's legs, only to prop himself up behind the Chosen One. Once on his feet, Tommy wastes no motion, continuing forward at a heightened speed, springing off the ropes with a fierce intensity. As he comes back toward ALX though, the youngster manages to drop down lower than his opponent, gaining enough leverage to throw Tommy into the air and let him come crashing down harshly onto his stomach, ALX stumbling back into a seated position on the canvas, clutching his neck as the crowd roars its approval. Fighting through the pain and the anguish that is currently ravaging his body and only seeing the vulnerable body of his opponent who is sitting up, clutching his ribs, ALX pulls himself up with aid of the ropes and takes a few deep breaths, regaining enough momentum to rush forward and batter the veteran across the forehead once more with a Doppler Effect. Both men fall to the canvas, ALX falling face first and Dragon falling onto his back, both warriors laying motionless as their ravaged bodies feel the effect of the war they have put themselves through.- -The crowd begins to bang rhythmically on the guardrails as a chant of "P-W-A" has begun to circulate its way throughout the venue. The mandatory 10 count has begun and the fans have begun to chant along, a worry allowing itself to be heard in the voices of the supporters of each man. At 7, ALX is first to push himself, even if it is ever so shakily to his feet, followed there closely by the Hotshot, who he himself is no picture of balance or composure either. Exchanging glances, they look into each other's eyes, knowing that this battle, this fight for supremacy, is long from over and has only just begun. With fiery determination, Dragon advances on the youngster, thrusting the side of his hand into the pectoral area of his opponent, chopping him effectively, the "WOOO" from the crowd engrossing the venue. ALX, fighting off the pain, responds with one of his own that sends Tommy back a bit, leaving him to bend at the waist in effort to cope with the agony that his body is feeling. With an unseen rage filling his mind, the Hotshot once again turns to ALX and rattles off two successive chops that jar the young pheom, punishing him and sending him to lean precariously against the ropes. Trying to mimic the action from earlier that had work so much to his liking, Dragon rushes off the ropes, looking for another stiff kick to the face of the Chosen One, one that would surely put this out of the question. However, this time around, he telegraphs it, ALX seeing it coming just moments before impact, allowing him to duck it and save himself at this juncture in time. Coming up behind the veteran, the Usual Suspect turns Tommy around, hooking him and then driving him powerfully into the mat with a Whiplash Neckbreaker that ellicits a groan and a boisterous cheer from those in attendance. As has been the scene so many times before in this matchup, the manuever has left both men planted against the canvas, their chest heaving from the exertion they have put themselves through to advance in this tournament. Showing signs of life, ALX slowly creeps over to the prone body of the Hotshot and lays an arm over it, looking for the pin as the referee quickly drops to position, the crowd shouting along with count.- 1... 2... KICKOUT! -Tommy just gets the shoulder up, the groan of the crowd getting substantially larger this time around, but strangely enough, a feeling of appreciation, apprecation for something greater has come across these fans. They now truly understand that they are witnessing something monumental, something special. They began clammoring and pounding away on the guardrails, chants of "Please Don't Stop" echoing through the arena as both men lay almost lifeless on the canvas, exhaustion and the effects of the high impact offense of both warriors beginning to play a major part in this matchup. Rolling to his feet first, ALX slowly pulls Tommy to his feet, pounding as much effort as he can into a punch that lands against the forehead of his opponent. Gripping his wrist, the Chosen One whips him across the ring toward the turnbuckle. As Dragon rushes toward turnbuckle, ALX follows closely behind, hoping to strike the Intercontinental champion upon his impact with the turnbuckle pads. However, the idea falls moot as Dragon stops himself when he reaches the corner and throws an elbow that lands pinpoint on the chin of the Chosen One, forcing him to step back and tend to his mouth. As he does, Dragon begins to climb the turnbuckle, planting off the middle rope and turning in the air, coming down across the chest of ALX in a Cross Body. However, as they come down, due to exhaustion, or maybe due to a lapse in execution, the Chosen One is able to roll through, hanging on to the Hotshot as he does. Now on top of the veteran, ALX pushes to his feet, standing up in the middle of the ring with Tommy in a Scoop Postion. The crowd rises to its feet, almost incredulous to the last exchange, a hush of anticipation falling unto the fans. With Dragon in the Scoop, ALX swings him around and then catches him, driving him down with emphatic force across his knee in what could only be described as a Swinging STO Backbreaker. The crowd explodes, the venue shaking at its foundation from the noise as both men fall to the canvas, Dragon from the sheer pain and ALX from the amount of effort used to exectue such a manuever. Using the last ounce of energy he has left, the Chosen One drapes an arm over the Hotshot, once more looking for victory.- 1... 2... |
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| Thomas Driver | Apr 22 2006, 05:48 PM Post #6 |
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Despite the extraordinary wrestling prowess of ALX, his inexperience and overzealous had cost him this chance at an abrupt victory. Tommy Dragon was going through a hell he had not suffered in some time, but that agony was primarily in the area around his right arm. While the rest of the technician’s anatomy had taken damage at the hands of the Usual Suspect’s last onslaught, it had given this region some recovery time. To the surprise of everyone watching the contest, the self-proclaimed Dread Pirate King is able to thrust his damaged shoulder from the canvas and break the referee’s count with little more than a moment to spare. With this part of his body rested, the Intercontinental Champion had a larger category of maneuvers he could execute as long as his foe was unable to efficiently attack there again. The American Crippler struggles to lift himself from the ring fabric, as his adversary looks out in amazement towards the crowd before directing his gaze towards the official. He raises three fingers up from his hand, mouthing out the words that he could have sworn was chanted by the audience on the third slap of the pinfall count. His silent pleas are answered by the authority, who shouts towards the participant that the champion had kicked out of the cover too soon for the match to be concluded. Alex LeBlanc resists the urge to commit violent acts on the referee, deciding this was time and frustration better put toward getting a major victory. As his fellow contender begins to rejuvenate from his last maneuver, the Chosen One pulls himself away to insure he would be able to deliver enough force to take his victim out. Eventually the false buccaneer forces his weight from the springed surface, his eyes catching the sounds of his attackers stomps. Tommy is able to process this as his foe running, giving the submissionist just enough to duck beneath the outstretched arm of the less experienced grapple. Although he had avoided the first attempt, the catch-as-catch-can specialist doesn’t anticipate the second wave of offense currently in progress behind him. The Hotshot turns around seconds after his opponent had rebounded off the ring ropes, his skull coming into contact with the boot of his former student, who had just completed a near horizontal twirl. Tommy Dragon falls to the canvas after the Spinning Heel Kick, defenseless to protect himself from his challenger’s next maneuver. ALX pushes himself to stand, taking as little time to rest as possible before stumbling over to the ring ropes. He exists onto the apron, carefully ascending on the apron as he prepares to finish this contest with his trump card. Once his feet rest firmly on the corner post, he begins to aim himself at what should be the motionless form of his opponent. The Chosen One’s attention goes from the section of canvas he had left his intended target to the vinyl covered cables that his mentor just slammed himself into. This makes the ropes unstable, the cruiserweight fighting to maintain his balance before falling down. His groin is the first part of his anatomy to smack the top of the metallic turnbuckle, causing the Usual Suspect to let out a loud cry of agony as his opponent attempts to take advantage. With his adversary dangling on the ringpost and spectators chanting him on, the Rated ARRRGH Superstar heads to the corner as he prepares to deliver a match ending move. He reawakens the competitor with a vicious chop across the chest, causing his already tender flesh to glow in a bright red shade once more. Now that he had some attention, the American Crippler climbs onto the first rope and begins to hammer his forearm into the face of his old stablemate. In retaliation, the less skilled mat wrestler thrusts his fist into the cheek of the attacker until Tommy steps up to the next level of ropes. ALX kicks his knee into the abdomen of The Hotshot, knocking him off the corner and giving the Detroit native a chance to regain leverage. Realizing that his attempt at a finisher is long gone, he twists himself around so now he looks towards the arena instead of his opponent and stands in the hopes of utilizing a moonsault variation. Just when he seemed ready to leap off his perch, the Intercontinental Champion lunges forward and uses his leg strength to pounce onto the second ropes attached to the corner. Alex LeBlanc is pelted with shots to his backside, his current position making it humanly impossible to guard himself from any of the shots to his spine. He simply takes the brunt of each whack as his assailant climbs to the top rope and once again stands over his foe, taking both of the young combatant’s arms into a full nelson as he pulls the mass of both men off the turnbuckle. The two crash violently to the squared circle, audience members turning away in horror as the neck of ALX snaps to the side after nearly puncturing into the canvas of the ring. His skull is suddenly followed by his carcass that somehow still remained attached despite the torment that gravity had brought his anatomy through. Tommy Dragon lies where he had crumbled, unable to stand after pouring out his built up energy in that single Top Rope Dragon Suplex, a move that may have cost the former Hardcore Champion his career, or possibly his life. There is a silence in the arena until the chest of the Chosen One finally begins to rise slower, meaning that his heart was still beating beneath the tortured outside. A chant of “Holy Shit! Holy Shit!” begins to echo throughout the Westpac Center as thousands of New Zealanders stand in amazement at what they had just witnessed. Their calls bring the pirate clad technician out of unconsciousness, reminding him of his intent to win this contest after undergoing that suicidal procedure. He appears to have re-injured his shoulder, but this doesn’t stop him from desperately crawling over to his opponent and placing his hand across the chest of his fallen cohort. The referee slides over to the two competitors, almost wanting to end this contest in order to spare these men their lives as Piccie Smalls opens the next bottle of spiced rum. 1... 2... Miraculously, the passion of ALX is able to overcome the suffering that he had been forced to experience thus far. Unfortunately for him, the same can be said of his opponent, who had already started to push down on the canvas so he could raise himself onto his own two feet. Tommy Dragon instantly decides to continue his offense, pulling the carcass of his former student off it’s crash area and placing him in one of the most disastrous positions he could imagine someone occupying in this contest. He locks both hands of his captive into a double underhook, leaving the combatant perfectly harmless for the time being. With little energy to fight out of this predicament, the Chosen One is lifted onto the awaiting left deltoid of his captor as the spectators prepare for an abrupt ending to this fantastic match. The fans look upon on flailing legs of the doomed contender, his fate in the hands of the New Yorker whose toned shoulder he now rested atop. With sweat in his eyes and pain circulating around his exhausted body, the clever athlete begins to think of a plan to escape this situation. Before his spine is driven downwards, the Usual Suspect thrusts his feet forward in order to throw off the Intercontinental Champion’s momentum. The Hotshot struggles to hold himself steady, carrying the additional weight of his adversary too much for his own beaten muscles to take much longer. Beads of salty water begin shine on the temple of Alex LeBlanc, the ceiling lights exemplifying just how worn his body was and despite all this, he was still struggling against all odds. Many watch as the frustration across the submissionist’s face increases as he stumbles around the squared circle and stomps his feet on the canvas in a rabid attempt to balance the two masses his legs were supporting. Just like the match had started, it appeared it would end with this back and forth battle of two individuals who refused to give up even an inch to their opposite, although now it was a far more unorthodox situation. Knowing that any attempt to evenly distribute the weight of his captive would allow a chance of escape, the Dread Pirate King simply increases the strength used to clasp his knuckles together in order to secure the stubborn warrior. He readies himself for his finishing maneuver, but his old partner refuses to be driven downwards for what would have to be the last nail in the coffin. ALX finally does what he had been trying to do for the last minute or so, not just gain freedom but use the momentum to land on his own feet and pull his imprisoner to canvas in a Backslide Pin. Tommy Dragon is locked in this pinning combination, his feet useless to him in terms of releasing his shoulders from being pressed against the canvas. The referee slaps the canvas twice, meaning that the veteran only had a moment to break out of something he had no chance of getting away from. He hears the fans counting down the final number, but is able to get his leather clad toe to shake the ropes nearby and draw the official’s attention away from counting down his chances at being World Heavyweight Champion. With the authority’s focus on the ropes, Tommy puts all his energy into his lower body and pushes his boot onto the middle rope in order to break the pinfall. The Chosen One frees his adversary, standing up and raising his hands in victory with the belief that he had outsmarted his mentor to advance to the next round in the Three Hours of Power tournament. He is informed by the referee that the contest was not over, some obscenities flying from his open mouth as he tries his best to avoid a long argument with the much smaller man. Alex LeBlanc swings around to deliver some more damage to the Intercontinental Champion, but the official separates them to insure the fight would continue fairly. This allows ALX to rest his aching form, the competitor leaning against the ropes so they would grant him with the foundation he was ill equipped to provide himself. Piccie Smalls view is blocked by the body of his partner’s opponent, forcing him to stand on own of the benches inside the wooden craft and look into the squared circle. He tries to get the Chosen One to move out of his way, but the battered competitor has all his attention on the recovering champion. The Notorious PIC is about to shove the athlete out of the way when all of a sudden he notices that attractive young woman from earlier getting back into her seat. She looks over to the drunken college student and gives him a wave, almost flirting with the inebriated superstar. This gets the pretend so excited he turns around as his arm swings wildly into the back of the Usual Suspect’s skull. That wouldn’t be such a bad thing if not for the fact that he was still clenching a bottle of Captain Morgan’s spiced rum inside his fist and the bottom glass shattered across ALX’s cranium. The referee hears the crash that the container makes upon impact with the contender’s parietal bone, but like all wrestling officials he cannot connect this sound with the fact that an athlete was stumbling around after being perfectly fine moments earlier. He blindly steps towards his foe, who finds this an opportune time to finish the match. Tommy Dragon hoists the anatomy of the Detroit native over his shoulder and distributes the weight across his back. Instead of slamming down right away, the American Crippler puts his captive’s head underneath his throbbing right arm before dropping down to the canvas in his second ever attempt at the Air Raid Crash. Though it was unintended, Alex LeBlanc is able to deliver his own kind of retribution as his mass slams down on the weakened limb of The Hotshot. Both men are unable to take advantage of their current positions, Tommy writhing in pain as he tries to nurse a possible tear in his trapezoid as his opponent lies lifeless on the mat. The only person not feeling the pain of these combatants is at ringside, finally able to see the action in the squared circle while being oblivious to the fact the he had caused the surprising conclusion of this extraordinary conflict. (OORP: Matching 2000 words in 24 hours is a lot fucking harder than I thought it would be. Anyway, this matches us word wise and I thought you'd like the comedy ending, though it was hard making it an even ending afterward. Good luck and next time we have a match, 1000 word limit. :lol) |
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| Thomas Driver | Apr 23 2006, 05:41 PM Post #7 |
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Neither man can really recover after what their bodies had been through, but Tommy Dragon’s corpse appears to have come life left in there somehow. He crawls over, slowly pulling his entire mass with only one arm before coming to a stop before the motionless anatomy of ALX. The Hotshot can see blood dripping to the canvas from the back of his opponent’s skull, unsure of what exactly happened so that he could deliver his last maneuver. Tommy pulls himself onto the chest of the Chosen One, his lungs burning as he reaches over to hook a leg and complete the pinning maneuver. He pushes his injured arm close to his torso, acting as if there were an invisible sling as the referee slides over, counting the pinfall. 1... 2... 3!!! Ring Announcer: Here is your winner and advancing to the semifinals in Three Hours of Power….TOMMY DRAGON!!! "L' Arle`Sinenne" by Georges Bizet begins to play, the audience standing to give both men a standing ovation after that spectacular contest. Tommy Dragon is lifted off the canvas by his partner, stumbling as his arm is raised into the air to signify his win over an athlete he mentored. Meanwhile, ALX is beginning to stir on the mat, looking up at the victor of the contest in frustration at his loss. Tommy offers to help him stand, but the Usual Suspect is able to rise on his own. He feels the back of his skull, his fingers touching the remains of glass that are still in his hair and the blood that had escaped from a gash in his flesh. The Hotshot looks over, offering a hand once more out of respect, still unaware of what happened just as much as the victim of the accident. They shake in a minor embrace before Tommy is led backstage by the Notorious PIC and the camera fades. No one outside of the arena will ever be sure of that happened to the rowboat, but when Insanity returns it is absent from ringside. |
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