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Sean Blake © vs. Phonie Homie; Television Title Match
Topic Started: Apr 16 2006, 11:28 PM (147 Views)
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Television Title Match
Sean Blake © vs. Phonie Homie
Stipulations: Singles 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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Sean Blake
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Soon after the conclusion to the Tommy Dragon and ALX match-up to see who would advance in the Three Hours of Power tournament, the atmosphere among the New Zealand crowd was still full of electricity and excitement. They now awaited what would be a Television Title match-up between the champion, Sean Blake, and the challenger, Phonie Homie. They await for either man to enter, but as the arena plunges into darkness, their know who is about to appear.

REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH!

The phrase is met with an explosion of cheers from the exstatic fans. Soon after, the distinguished beats of "Personal Jesus" by Marilyn Manson begin to play, smoke beginning to billow out from vents, overtaking the entrance way. An eerie blue light makes itself known at the entrance way, and soon enough the lights surrounding it begin to synchronize with the beats, flashing on and off. As this happens, the shadow of Sean Blake shows starkly amongst the smoke and lights, the gleam of the Television Title visable across his shoulder.

Your own personal Jesus…
Someone to hear your prayers, someone who cares

Your own personal Jesus…
Someone to hear your prayers, someone who’s there


Now, the lights cease with their synchronization, and begin to flash wildly. With this, Blake begins to pace forward, the hood of his hoodie drawn up, covering most of his face, the coveted Television Championship across his shoulder and a fresh stick of chewing gum in his mouth.

Feeling unknown and you're all alone
Flesh and bone by the telephone

Lift up the receiver, I'll make you a believer
Take second best, put me to the test
Things on your chest you need to confess
I will deliver, you know I'm a forgiver


As he comes down the ramp, he takes the championship from his shoulder, holding it in the air and continuing to walk, the cockiness of his personality evident in each of his arrogant struts. He begins to move to the left, holding out his hand slapping the eager, outstretched hands, allowing them to pat him on the back and such as he continues on. He finally stops in front of the ring, hoping up and down and shaking out his limbs, waiting for the announcer to do his job.

Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred-and-twenty three pounds, he is the self-proclaimed Personal Jesus of the PWA and PWA Television Champion... Please welcome, Sean Blake!

Hearing his name being chimed for all the arena to hear, Blake throws off his hood, a smug grin on his face. He whips his wetted hair back from his face as he takes a few seconds to soak up the ovation as well as the scarce insults from the crowd. Finally, he rushes to the steps, taking a quick stroll up them and walking along the apron, and finally stopping.

Reach out and touch faith!
Reach out and touch faith!

Your own personal Jesus…
Someone to hear your prayers, someone who cares

Your own personal Jesus…
Someone to hear your prayers, someone who’s there


He now looks to the crowd for a second, flashing a smirk before grabbing the top rope with both hands and pulling it, using the aid to help him bound completely over it, bringing his hand up to secure his championship around his shoulder before nimbly landing on his feet and nodding a couple of times.

Reach out and touch faith!

Feeling unknown and you're all alone
Flesh and bone by the telephone

Lift up the receiver, I'll make you a believer
I will deliver, you know I'm a forgiver


As the song comes to a close, Blake raises his Televison Championship into the air as before, many of the crowd cheering for the young men while others still cannot find it in their hearts to fogive him of all the cruel things he's done in his career and shout toward him degrading insults of various natures. He finally puts his prize back down to his shoulder and awaits the end of his theme.

Reach out and touch faith…

Your own personal Jesus…

Reach out and touch faith!
Reach out and touch faith!
Reach out and touch faith!
Reach out and touch faith…


The song ends and the lights return to normal, Blake backing into one of four corners and leaning against it, awaiting for his challenger for tonight to make his way to the ring.

OOC: Good luck Homie.
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Homie enters >_<
shifty1438: whats ur new finisher?
matthall90: the ode to frank evans super clothesline powerbomb 300
shifty1438: which is really
shifty1438: just a legdrop
matthall90: which is actually a leg drop
(said at almost exactly the same time)
matthall90: lmfao
shifty1438: roflmao!
matthall90: !
shifty1438: i fucking knew it
shifty1438: lol
matthall90: fuckin alx
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Soon after the wigger is finished with his usual entrance theatrics, he finds himself backing into his own respectable corner, Sean Blake only looking on toward the challenger tonight, his jaw opening and closing, working the gum in his mouth, as a way to relieve stress. The referee watches what seemed to be a stand off, neither man moving from their corner, Blake only leaning against it, one hand securing the championship across his shoulder and the other in the pocket of his jacket. As Phonie Homie seems to be warming up, shaking out his limbs as the champion finally begins to move, hanging the Television Championship on the ropes. He then pulls the black hooded jacket over his head, throwing it lackadaisically in a random direction, a frenzy of movement following the toss. Blake removes the title from its temporary resting place, now setting it on its rightful place, on his shoulder, as he walks slowly forward to meet the referee in the center of the ring. The champion removes the title from his shoulder, handing it to the awaiting referee, who takes the belt, holding it into the air, signifying that this match-up was an official bout for the Television Championship. The referee meanwhile makes his way to the outside, exchanging the championship with another official on the outside, who takes his seat. Now seeing that both men seem to be ready to start the match, the referee signals for the timekeeper to do his job, and the three chimes from the bell that has begun so many matches in PWA history rings throughout the arena. The fans start to let out cheers of excitement, as the match is finally set in motion, both men beginning to stroll to the center of the squared circle to maybe start in a lock up to begin the wrestling bout between them. However, as they begin to get closer, Blake suddenly extends his hand, obviously signaling for a handshake, slightly uncharacteristic of him to show such a sign of respect. Phonie Homie meanwhile smirks slightly, a sudden string of high-pitched, wigger lingo that no one in earshot of the strange language can understand begins to spew out of the former Cruiserweight Champion’s mouth. Blake gives him a strange look, but his still extends, waiting for his opponent to accept the gesture. Homie takes a couple quick hopping steps backwards, shakes out his baggy pants, and suddenly drops down, his body transforming into a blur of energetic twists and spins as he begins to do something that is indeed his forte: breakdancing. Blake rolls his eyes, watching the showcase of dancing skill happening inside a ring that is usually used for wrestling. Soon enough the dizzying frenzy of energy stops, and the wigger quickly springs up from the canvas, planting his feet nimbly onto the canvas, his body straightening itself out after landing, his hand extended as he does so. Expecting his greeting to accepted warmly, all he receives is a sudden, explosive blow to the point of his chin. The excruciatingly stiff EUROPEAN UPPERCUT causes Phonie Homie’s rather scrawny frame to snap down to the canvas, his body slumping over itself, his neck briefly pressed against the canvas until it continues to roll, finding himself on his belly. The stiff shot had obviously taken Homie by utter surprise, as he lays face down, his eyes flickering lightly, his mouth agape, a trail if saliva beginning to form. Just as it seemed as signs of consciousness had been forced out of wiggermania’s body, he begins to attempt to pry himself off of the canvas, as Blake only smiles at the sight, before turning to the fans. He then shrugs, saying: “All I wanted was a damn handshake!” The fans in earshot of this statement let out a snicker as Blake continues on, hovering over his challenger for a brief second before lifting his boot from the canvas, forcing it down upon his opponent, forcing its sole into the lower back of his opponent, causing him to roll to onto his back to hopefully shield it from another stomp. The notorious one only targets the abdomen of Homie, the sole of his boot diving deep into the gut of his opponent, causing him to sit up in a sudden jolt of pain. The uncomfortable position only lasts for so long, as Blake shoves his foot forward, scraping it across the head of Homie and causing his neck to snap backwards violently, his body resting on the unforgiving mat once more. At this point, it seems the television champion is only toying with his challenger; can Homie mount some form of offense at this point?


OOC: Just a short one to get us started.
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Phonie Homie getting any offense at this stage of the match is definantly not an option because he had not even RP'd in the match, so he loses, although that's an out of character thing so it probably shouldn't be in endings, even though Tommy does gay crap like that all the time. Blake reaches down to take his challenger for the night by the doo-rag, yanking him to his feet, the wobbly wigger barely able to stand after such a brutal assault so early in the match. Blake delivers a few forearm strikes and dashes away from the stunned challenger, rebounding from the ropes and richocheting back at his opponent with amazing speed. As soon as he is close enough, Blake sweeps his forearm upward, connecting with brutal impact across it, a loud "clap" sound resonating throughout the arena as Homie's slim frame snaps down to the canvas, being turned inside out before resting in a seemingly unconcious stupor. Knowing the RUNNING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT had indeed had an effect, but he wishes to take the punishment a step further, knowing that his opponent can have incredible resiliancy. He takes his opponent by the arms, crossing them over each other and pulling him from the canvas, rotating his body around before bringing the crossed arms under his chest. Blake then takes a hold of each of Homie's wrists, looking to the crowd, a wide smirk coming over his face. The spectators know what's coming, seeing this deadly move performed on Hajjhowe last week to end the match-up, and the result would soon be the same. Finally, Blake hoists his smaller opponent onto his shoulders, the cross-arm hold still locked in. Homie is only in this position for a couple of seconds before he feels Blake rushing forward a couple steps, his body suddenly being driven downward. The wigger is driven downard onto his shoulders and neck, the crowd giving an "OOOO!" in reply to the sickening impact of the move the champion calls the TEST OF FAITH. Blake allows the body to flop back down onto his back, the cross-arm hold still applied as the referee drops down, seeing that Homie is in a pinning predicament.

ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!!


The fans exploid into a chorus of cheers as the fifth defense of the Television Championship is successful, "Personal Jesus" hitting the PA as Blake exits the ring, the announcer chiming in the background.

ANNOUNCER: Here is your winner and STILL PWA Television Champion, Sean Blake!

The champion holds the gold above his head before going behind the curtain to the backstage area.


OOC: Sorry I squashed you in the ending, Homie, didn't want to put much more effort into it. =(
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