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P.Y vs. Hajjhowe; Three Hours of Power - Quarter Final
Topic Started: Apr 15 2006, 11:35 PM (211 Views)
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P.Y vs. Hajjhowe
Three Hours of Power - Quarter Final
Stipulation: Regular Match

Deadline: Saturday 7pm EST
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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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::: After the previous promo, the animated images of Hajjhowe and P.Y are displayed upon the PojoTron; it is time for the forth and final Three Hours of Power Quarter Final match of the evening. Both men seem desperate to prove themselves to the wrestling world again, but they know that only one of the two is going to be able to wander one step closer to their dreams. The piercing sounds of “Juggernaut” by Clutch suddenly hit the arena as does a red tint, blanketing every nook and cranny it can find. Tensions mount, as suddenly, a booming voice speaks the words - :::

I … AM … ETERNAL

::: The light envelops everything in its path, also catching P.Y and Dave Cordell as they march from the back after wrenching the curtain aside. Such a serious expression seems chiselled into the boulder like skull of the beast, with not much different being said about Dave. He seems overly enraged too, for a reason unknown to all, as the two continue to waltz to the ring side by side. :::

I have suffered
For your sins
But now is when
My fun begins
If I hit you,
Turn your cheek
You are righteous
But you are weak

::: JOHNNY :::
Well, both men have been on top form as of late, but one of them is going to have to suffer a kink in their stride when tonight is over

::: DONNY :::
And it doesn’t take a brain cell to figure out which one is gonna suffer the defeat! Just compare size and weight and well … overall advantage, and it becomes clear who is gonna win.

"Orgy-Porgy, Ford and fun
Kiss the girls and make them One.
Boys at one with girls at peace;
Orgy-Porgy gives release."


::: By now, both P.Y and David Cordell have reached the base of the ring. Dave decides to stay back, but the English Monster on the other hand wastes no time climbing onto the apron. However, instead of entering the ring in his usual fashion, he decides to stay put on the apron for just a little longer. He looks left, then right, as the Ring Announcer speaks. :::

::: RING ANNOUNCER :::
The following contest is schedueled for one fall and is a Three Hours of Power Quater Final match! Entering first - Hailing from England, he weighs in at 315lbs and stands at a height of 6 feet and 11˝ inches. He is the English Monster, the British Behemoth – P.Y!


::: On the outside of the ring, Cordell slams his hands on the canvas to draw the attention of the English Monster who now lingers inside the squared circle. His ears are fine tuned, as instantly, P.Y turns and walks to his corner as Cordell shouts words and tactics in his direction. :::


(OOC: Good luck; should actually be active this week >_>)

EDIT - Codes ... and again
EDIT2 - Ring Announcer part >_>
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The New Zealand fans are booing away as the English Monster remains in the ring as David Cordell continues to talk to him when the lights go out. The fans cheer as music starts to reach its climax when...

WATCH YOUR MOUTH

There is an explosion of fireworks as the fans cheer, but no one moves from behind the curtain. The monster stares on waiting as David Cordell yells at the official.

Johnny: Where is Hajjhowe? He isn't going to no show is he?

Donny: It's a pretty common problem in PWA.

The fans are a bit quite, but start to cheer as Hajjhowe leaps over the guard rail, slipping into the ring with his trusty steel chair in hand. The fans are cheering loud as PY turns around. Hajj lifts his weapon up and starts to bring it down when the English Monster swings his right hand out, slamming his closed fist against the weapon as it falls out of Hajjhowe's hands and harmlessly to the ring canvas. Hajj turns back and receives a similar blow as PY sends his fist crashing into the jaw of the last million dollar champion, Hajjhowe immediately collapsing to the canvas as he hasn't even taken off his t-shirt.

Johnny: Well that didn't work too well.

Donny: Not a bad idea though.

DING DING DING
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Why is this still my sig, and who edited it last time?
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::: It’s not often that a superstar finds themselves tasting the canvas before the bell has rung, but as the saying goes, there’s always a first time for everything. On Hajjhowe’s behalf however, hopefully this will be the last time too. Escape looks close to impossible unless escapology is a secret hobby of his, but fortunately for the man who towers over his trembling cadaver, his foe is going nowhere soon. One Stomp to the back of his head almost flattens his brains to the size of a playing card, but more importantly, such a manoeuvre keeps the man pinned to the ground at his ankles. Hajjhowe grabs the back of his skull in an instant, yet doing so only makes the pain of the subsequent Stomp worse as his fingers and thumb becomes the filling of a leather and flesh sandwich. As much as the Canadian is in pain, the New Zealand crowd seem in an equal amount at the sight of P.Y’s somewhat repetitive and “boring” moveset. Many expect this monotonous and rhythmical stomping pattern to forever continue as a negative vibe coats the arena, but the atmosphere suddenly takes a sharp turn when the monster decides to up the ante already. Maybe he can sense the boredom creeping into the crowd’s systems, or maybe the thunderous yelling that rolls from his manager’s mouth is what plays a part in his alternative approach. Whatever it is, the beast suddenly casts both of his elongated arms down at the body of his adversary, reeling in his Canadian catch with an enormous haul. Despite the lack of bait required, it is going to need quite a lot of force to tranquilise his foe who wriggles around for a stab at freedom. Unfortunately the net around him is too tight, as suddenly hauled towards the cavernous armpit of his opponent, Hajjhowe once again finds himself on another journey so early on in this match up. P.Y takes a fresh grip of his lime green tights as he pulls his foe into a vertical position, the blood rushing to his skull thanks to his body being held upside down. As his face continues to turn a deeper shade of red by the second, the British Behemoth seems to continue holding his body aloft as if to show off his immense strength to the entire world. And with a mass response of silence, blended with the odd cheer and boos around, the monster realises he still needs to step up his game if he wants to wow the audience. The Stalling Vertical Suplex sees Hajj’s body come crashing to the canvas, ending the Englishman’s current attempt to surface awe and amazement from inside the New Zealand crowd as he embarks on the next. What that is exactly is a mystery, but with David Cordell again barking orders in the beast’s direction, everyone begins to wonder what the monster has in store next for his opponent. :::

::: JOHNNY :::
Wise tactics there from P.Y, using his advantages to his advantage.

::: DONNY :::
… You know how stupid that sounded, right?


::: The way that Hajjhowe arches his back in pain provides the English Monster an advantage when it comes to pulling the man to his feet. He takes a firm grasp of the cotton shirt that hugs his body, pulling at it with such an intense grip that the material begins to untwine and rip within his palms. He’s started, so he might as well finish. Once a t-shirt, a ball of black, torn material is tossed into the crowd, where members in the front row begin to argue and bicker over the new owner of Hajjhowe’s former t-shirt. Their minds wander from the fight at hand, continuing to be dominated by the beast as he once again hauls his foe onto both feet. Like a typical drinker, his body spirals around the ring in circular patterns, head trying to unscramble his equilibrium that has become jumble through constant trauma. When the hand of P.Y clutches his wrist, however, the task is made much easier whilst his eyes simply focus on the blurred, seven foot tall figure that shakes before him. Of course it doesn’t really shudder, but through the eyes of an agony soaked Hajjhowe, everything around him seems to possess the properties of a jelly. The prime example of that would be his legs, suddenly forced into action once he becomes whipped into the corner in an Irish fashion. With a giant slap of skin meets padding, destination is reached, as both of his two arms wraps themselves snugly over the top rope to provide him poise. How long this lasts is a whole different matter, determined only by how fast P.Y reacts to the situation in sight. By orders of David Cordell, this time is reduced to a mere handful of second once a hand on the outside points at the target ahead. Like a raging bull, the monster eyes his target and lets nothing get in his way as he speeds towards the swaying body of Hajjhowe, only able to prop himself up with an aid. So it seemed anyway. Shock is drawn from deep within the arena crowd once they watch Hajj’s body rapidly vault into the air, the cadaver of the English Monster colliding indivertibly into the three turnbuckle pads with a crash, thud and a growl of pain. Avoiding the oncoming mass may have been a simple idea, but what has really got the crowd buzzing is how the Canadian has managed to leap onto the second rope and dive over the giant skeletal frame of his opponent all within a blink of an eye. If he can do that, then surely he can pull himself fully over P.Y’s body, legs wrapped around his opponent’s neck, and finalise the Sunset Flip? The beast stumbles back a few paces due to the sheer force of impact, but when he finally regains his full balance, Hajjhowe’s idea of success simply vanishes into thin air. An infamous smile begins to clamber it’s way over the British Behemoth’s face whilst both arms take hold of the Canadian’s legs, much to the man’s displeasure. What follows turns the stomach of most in attendance, a few even covering their gawping mouths in sheer horror, as in one fluent and rapid motion Hajjhowe is sent hurtling to the canvas in the style of a modified Spinebuster. Maybe the move should be called the ‘Spinebreaker’ judging by the little movement coming for the Talent on Loan from God. Either way, the beast takes full advantage of the situation by cockily placing his foot on Hajj’s chest, expecting an easy victory … :::

… ONE
… TWO


(OOC: Sorry for the delay, but yeah ... I did speak to you on AIM.)

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David Cordell watches as Hajjhowe is able to thrust his shoulder of the canvas, surprisingly continuing the contest. The English Monster seems ready to go berserk, but his manager shouts at P.Y before he overreacts. Almost like a dog on a leash, the monstrous athlete picks the Canadian superstar off the canvas with one hand wrapped around the competitor’s throat. Instead of going for the more predictable chokeslam he had been known to deliver for years, the Anti-Demigod places his captive’s head in between his legs before lifting him onto the broad shoulders of the former World Champion. Cordell watches as his client switches the position of his victim in mid-air so that they slam to the canvas in a P.Y Bomb. P.Y hooks the leg of the motionless Hajjhowe while keeping his other hand across the chest in a pinfall.

1...

2...

3!!!


Ring Announcer: Here is your winner via pinfall and advancing in the Three Hours of Power tournament…P.Y!!!

The English Monster stands after gaining yet another victory, his eyes dead in emotion and yet desperate for more destruction. David Cordell directs P.Y backstage as “Juggernaut” by Clutch begins to play, fans showering the man and his beast with a mixed reaction. They exit as the brackets of the Three Hours of Power tournament are shown on the screen, the last of the semifinalists crowned and his name was P.Y.
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