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Insanity Episode 89; Dvorec Sporta Arena; St Petersburg, Rus.
Topic Started: May 15 2006, 02:14 AM (644 Views)
The Jesus
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Milk was a bad choice.
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INSANITY EPISODE 89
Dvorec Sporta Arena - St. Petersburg, Russia


MAIN EVENT
PWA Intercontinental Title Match

Tommy Dragon © vs. ALX

Tornado Handicap Match
Steele vs. Team Hazard

PWA World Title Match
Showtime © vs. Matt Blaze

Tom Tyco vs. P.Y

Vegeta vs. Alex Gilitane

Non-Title Match
Sean Blake vs. Kevin Storm

Jeff Jefferson vs. Jigsaw

Tanniyn w/ Deception vs. Julio Guerrera

Mystery Opponent
Piccie Smalls vs ???

Four Corners Match
Kyle Dunham vs. Adam St. Claire vs. Deadman vs. Indystar

Phonie Homie vs. Chase Haifen

Krazy Kid vs. Hajjhowe

Mike Constine vs. Matt McKenzie

PWA Hardcore Title Match
Suicidal Saint © vs. Kai Saibot

Shawn Sykk vs. Damian Paine

Adam Senton vs. Lia Doomas
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Alex LeBlanc
PWA Wrestler
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-The scenes opens up to a locker room, a rather large room with a tv in the corner and two chairs placed strategically facing the television set. The sound is one of static as the television set has been left on, cans of beer and the like sitting motionless atop a wooden table that sits between the chairs and the tv. With the camera focusing on the scene before it, the door swings open and within seconds, the faces of ALX and Sean Blake are presented to us, each man with a shit-eating grin on their faces as they can hear the crowd roar its disapproval through the walls of the sold-out arena. Walking up to the chairs, each man sits in a respective chair, staring intensely at the camera, ALX wearing a black hoodie, a red bandana around his head that is seemingly being worn as you would wear a headband, and a pair of jeans, while Blake is wearing a white button-up shirt and a pair of jeans. Looking at the camera, ALX smirks before finally speaking up, addressing the crowd that he proudly betrayed just one week ago.-

ALX: The greatest thing the Devil ever did was convince you all he didn't exsist...

-ALX and Blake smirk as they look each other before ALX turns back toward the camera and begins speaking once again.-

ALX: We played you all for fools.... We brought you all along for the ride and we played you all for fools...

For weeks you all sat there with your chants of "Go, ALX! Go!" and "Go, Blake, Go!" and you cheered your little disgusting hearts out only to have them ripped out of your chest when your two heroes, the two most beloved figures on the roster formed the most powerful and unholy alliance in the history of PWA. You all thought we couldn't co-exsist. You all thought that it was only a matter of time until the powderkeg exploded once again, but my, oh my, how very wrong you all were...

You all sat there in shock, and you begged for it not to be true, you asked us why, and I'll tell you all why. Just like I said last week, in front of thousands in the crowd and the millions watching on PPV... FUCK PWA...FUCK HONOR...FUCK THE BUSINESS...

-ALX looks deep into the camera, his eyes glaring deep into the lense as Blake sits still, his body language echoing the same sentiment of his new partner.-

...Fuck all of you fans, fuck all of you reporters. To hell with all of you...

For months, we both sat there giving undying loyalty to a company that never repaid us in any shape or form. We performed at the highest of levels, we gave you our bodies, we gave you matches that could only be dreamed about....

Blake here has been the best Television champion in recent memory, yet where's our gratitude? Where's our respect?

We sat by idly, being the good soldiers, taking a back seat, as we became more and more deserving of praise, watching our accolades go to those who did half of what we did, watching our praise go to those who didn't deserve it.

We soured, we got jaded, we became bitter. In a sense, you were all to blame for the destruction and the decadence that has befallen us. It is on your conscience that I lay the fact that we now spit on the "revered name" of the shithole that is PWA...

We're tired of sitting by, watching people get what we deserved, what we were destined to have...

It is us that should be in the spotlight, it is us that should be on the top level receiving the praise that the rest of you receive...

The buck stops here, and it stops tonight...

-ALX runs his hand over his face as Blake readjusts a bit, looking over at ALX as he continues on.-

How fitting that tonight, the new era in professional wrestling, the new era of invincibility for myself and Sean begins against two men who have received their accolades at our expense...

Tommy Dragon, I'm speaking to you...you believe that I have forgotten the many wars we have endured, but I yearn to use you as an example for the change that is about to impact, not just you, but the rest of the PWA...

You have something I want, you have something I desire, you have something that I was destined for...

Tonight...I take it from you.

-ALX, looking down and then chuckling to himself.-

It's funny that this is what it has come down to. I'm no longer a part of the PWA locker room, I don't even get to change in the locker room after my actions last week. Despite the fact that I'm one of the guys that have held this godamn company on its feet recently, I can't get a damn spot in the locker room anymore...

You all act like I'm a Judas, but you all don't realize that it was your actions, the way you alienated myself and Blake that caused this to happen. You killed my spirit...you killed my love for this business...

I gave you my heart and what did I get in return?

Absolutely nothing...

-ALX looks into the camera, almost shaking with rage.-

Truly a fairy tale wouldn't you say? Something I helped build and get to this point, turned and used against me... something that I gave my heart for, pushing me by the wayside like a forgotten piece of a distant memory...

Not anymore, not now, not ever again....

Tommy Dragon, this close to getting my revenge on you...I've done all I can, I've called upon the angels to lighten my load, and I've called upon the angels to whisk away my general despair, but nothing has worked....until now...

People make decisions and they have to live with theirs, just like I have to live with mine. The fact is, this is a Wrestling Business and the main goal of a business, is to get ahead...

On that note, I didn't sell out...I bought in...

-The scene fades as ALX and Blake rises to their feet and leave the room, nary saying a word.-
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The Renegade
PWA Rookie
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The Insanity stream is suddenly interrupted by a video package. Words display on a black background as they are read by an elderly narrator.

::TRUTH::
...Every second, minute, and hour eventually passes...
...Every week, month, and year must fade...
...Every glorious age must crumble and crash...
...And what should arise from the ruins?...
...A new, superior age?...
...Every second dead is yet another second born...
...This is not a phoenix ascending from its own ashes...
...This is the rise of a new breed...
...Every rule exists only to be broken and then replaced...
...This beast shall break them all...
...Death to conformity...

...HAIL THE RENEGADE...

VIOLENCE. IS. GOLDEN.


It appears that's all that we'll know for now.
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Matt Blaze
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The camera shifts to the backstage area after the second match of the night has concluded. The current reigning and defending Pojo Wrestling Alliance Cruiserweight Champion of the world is seen walking down the hallway towards his respective locker room, his gear bag over his shoulder. As always, the Championship Gold rests casually across his unoccupied shoulder.

Arriving at his locker room door, he is met by Mitchell Cole, who is, as always, eager to get a word with anyone he can lay his beedy little eyes upon.

Mitchell Cole -- Blaze! Can I get a quick word with you?

Matt Blaze -- Sure, I guess. Make it quick though.

Mitchell Cole -- Well, I see that you have brought your wrestling gear with you, and I assume you are prepared for your title match tonight?

Matt Blaze -- Err.. Title match? I just got done with a 2 out of 3 falls match last night at Three Hours of Power.

Mitchell Cole -- Well, it's not exactly for YOUR title persay.

Matt Blaze -- So.. like, what? Saint and myself are getting a tag title shot?

Mitchell Cole -- Not exactly..

Matt Blaze -- Am I getting a European Title shot?

Mitchell Cole -- No...

Matt Blaze -- Well then? Don't tell me I'm facing my own tag partner tonight.

Mitchell Cole -- Actually.. you have a PWA World Heavyweight Championship match tonight against the man who beat Tom Tyco no less than 24 hours ago at Three Hours of Power....

Matt Blaze -- This is some sort of joke right?

Mitchell Cole -- Nope, completely serious. It's official, Matt Blaze vs. Showtime, tonight on Insanity.

Matt Blaze -- ...Shit.

Mitchell Cole -- What?

Matt Blaze -- I don't even have my fucking wrestling gear with me!

Mitchell Cole -- Well, what's in the bag, if it's not your wrestling gear?

Matt Blaze -- Food....

Mitchell Cole -- We do have a catering service, you know.

Matt Blaze -- The food PWA gets sucks ass. I can't win championships on a PB&J Sandwich, a bag of chips, and a tiny carton of milk. It's like a fucking elementary school lunch!

Mitchell Cole -- I rather enjoy the food we get..

Matt Blaze -- You would. Listen, I'd love to chat some more and so forth, but I really have to get back to the hotel and get my gear.


Matt Blaze walks off screen, presumably to the parking lot to get his car and speed off to gather his gear. "The Future" pops back into the frame quickly with one more question for Cole to answer..

Matt Blaze -- You swear to God you're not just fucking around with me?

Mitchell Cole -- I'm dead serious. You have about an hour and a half before your match is scheduled to begin.

Matt Blaze -- Fuck..


Matt Blaze heads for the parking lot, leaving Mitchell Cole standing rather awkwardly in the center of the hallway by himself. Realizing that Blaze left his bag of food, Cole slowly stoops down, glances around mischeviously, and skips off with the bag of food...
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Xstatic
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The scene opens up to show a skinny English kid sitting by a computer in what must the dining room of his house. He begins to type away on his keyboard, sighing with every individual key press. He’s either really pissed off or hyperventilating. The increasingly prominent veins in his neck bulge at random intervals to give you the impression that he is not going through the latter. To break cyber kayfabe, this guy goes by the name of Will Donovan and he used to love rp’ing as the Xstatic character in the Pojo Wrestling Alliance e-fed up until very recent events. The camera suddenly spins around whilst zooming in on the computer monitor to show what he has been typing up on the PWA forum.

“Once upon a time I would have cared about airing my feelings on the board for fear of making myself look like an immature little bitch but now I’ve reached the point where I couldn't care less. I couldn’t care if this makes me look like a dickhead. I don’t care if my rant falls on deaf ears because I’m just a n00b. I don’t care about, etc.. This might even end up being a better read then any of my rp’s if I do say so myself. If you don't agree with what I have to say or think that I haven't made it clear who I am addressing then please do not hesitate to contact me on AIM because I'll be more then happy to talk; including Tommy Dragon, Organon and ZJP. I'm not going to go out with a whimper or even a bang. I'm going out with a well-placed whinge. If you think that you may end up offended after reading what I have to type carry on, this was probably meant for you. So without further ado, let the no-holds barred whine fest begin...

I’m taking a leave of absence due to exams and that I have lost all love for rp’ing due to the PWA. Maybe I’ll be back when staff can get rid of their fucked up sense of what’s good and what is not and stop giving Matt Blaze undeserved wins just because he wows with length. If you put a ribbon on a piece of shit does it suddenly make it any less a piece of shit? No. Does making rp's that aren't either great or bad but just doing more of them then your opponent make them better?

No...

At least I used to think they weren't supposed to. I killed him in a fucking paragraph yet the voters get moist because he does more? Maybe I should put one rp down against Frank Evans sometime then let him do six after it and see what happens. Do you lot only skim read rps for length? Because if you do there should be no place for you on staff... wait, what the hell am I saying? You'll fit in perfectly. I mean really, what is the point of staff? If they are just one big clique with a few outnumbered men to oppose their decisions then why isn't there just one guy making all the booking decisions? At least that would remove the wafer-thin illusion that PWA is somewhat fair even if the illusion almost evaporated after many incidents similar to this one. Tommy, just become a dictator and be done with it.

This situation makes no fucking sense. I thought voters are supposed to know the difference between quantity and quality but no, they cannot choose correctly between one good post and two average ones. Have we gone back in time to early PWA when shit like this didn't look completely retarded? I guess I must have been wasting so much effort all this time attempting to make good rps because all along I could have just Blazed people with basic rps to gain victories... I could have gotten to the Three Hours of Power Final that way (and jobbed to Tommy Dragon to give him his second THOP victory because of the stupid way people vote) because I know that even P.Y has been defeated by way of Blazing before. But no, I loved to write and improve myself through sheer effort. Look at how I rp’ed when I first joined PWA just a few months ago and look at what I can do now. That was all through time and effort. The kind of effort which has now been removed from the equation when it comes down to winning matches.

So at Massacre, I let it slide after being screwed. Not this fucking time. I come in and make posts that are x5 better then that PPV whilst Blaze hasn't improved one iota and suddenly the match isn't close anymore and he's actually winning clean? I also beat him in the first Three Hours of Power Match with worse posts then I did for the THOP. How the fuck was voting against me a logical decision? You pick any fucking sentence at random from my posts and chances are it is better then one picked at random from Blaze’s. Hell, I’ll try it right now. So this is a piece from one of my rps:

“There could be many reasons for the American grappler losing this instance of equivalence; the nauseating dizziness brought on by the swirling footwork or the fact that the sweat coating the floor beneath their feet makes it an uphill struggle to move being the two most prominent grounds for the stutter.”

Now one from Matt Blaze:

“The right shin of "The Future" collides with side of Xstatic's head, nearly knocking the superstar out, seeing as how Xstatic immediately crumbles into a heap on the mat from sheer impact of the blow.”

Now try it yourself for a while before coming back to this post to answer my next question…

Are you guys smoking crack or Matt Blaze’s pole?

Twice… fucking twice I get fucking screwed at a PPV and I am not gonna act like I deserved to lose either time now because this is bullshit. You people have shit on me for the last fucking time. I went out of my feud the loser through no fault of my own. You people call me underrated and yet I lose to Matt Blaze in consecutive PPVs? I wasn’t even up there in the poll for the best rp’er of Massacre which was a slap in my face.

I've found my rating now. I'm rated as below the fucking jobbers. Until PWA somehow finds a way to stop being a soul-sapping experience I won't be back. So as it stands, this fed reeks of corruption. The smell of corruption is probably similar to the stench of an Ace rp I think.

Congratulations on still being Cruiserweight Champion Matt Blaze, maybe now you can set about getting all those defences like you did last time and pretend each one means something after using me for a fucking push up the card you couldn't get with anybody else.

You are a fake champ in a fake fucking division. You wanted to end our feud because you thought I had too many friends in staff and that would make voting in our feud biased, Blaze?

I have nobody in staff there to vote for me based on who I am whereas you do.

The very fact you seem to be able to beat me means there must be biased votes thrown your way. Did I go and call off the feud when I knew you were friends with Vegeta and Tommy Dragon aka the de facto owner? It is bitterly funny because your friendship with Dragon was there waiting to bite me on the ass when it came to voting; needless to say:

Dragon = Cunt

It's funny how Tommy compared me to Darkside because I supposedly keep myself down the card when he votes against me in matches to keep me down the card himself.

Also, don't give me your shit about how using "fancy schmancy" words doesn't make me a good rp'er because those fancy words pissed all over your basic "Matt Blaze throws a punch and Xstatic takes it in the face before falling over" work. Hell, I carried that sorry excuse for a feud with both my promos and my rps and no I am not showing Kevin Nash style levels of delusion. I’m just saying what needs to be said. If saying that I lost 3-1 in the polls but five fucking people said I deserved to win then so be it.

This is the funniest part of our whole match right here. Its falseness is hilarious:

"He heads up the entrance ramp, proud to have finished off this feud with another spectacular cruiserweight."

So, it's official. This division is just here for Matt Blaze to beat people undeservedly then brag about it in lame promos all the while calling himself the “Future“ though he hasn‘t gotten anywhere in the PWA for about three years. Maybe his long tenure spent here in the PWA earns him his wins, eh? I guess burying the real future higher-carders of the company to dig up the "Past" is a super way to keep the fed running in great shape because we cannot forget that only the great Tommy Dragon can be golden boy; a golden boy without the talent to pull off what could have been a good gimmick done by somebody else; a golden boy who has admitted himself that he floats upon undeserved hype yet probably masturbates over himself. He's a fools golden boy.

I’m supposed to be a spectacular cruiserweight?

ROTFLMFAOBTSISFIAMMHHWTFCYPB!

There is now only one wrestler in the cruiserweight division where there were once two wrestlers. I won't even give more then a passing reference to such high-class talent Blaze has had the pleasure of beating. People like Low Dawg and Nathan Hardy for example... hell, I'd love to see how you'd react if ALX decided to join the supposed division.

If I can't beat Matt then I'm sure as hell am not a spectacular cruiserweight so don't type so much bullshit in match endings, Tommy. You didn't want me to win personally so don't pretend, even in rp's that I'm good because in your mind I am a fucking crappy rp'er. Thanks PWA for telling me otherwise only to have me job to take away all my pride and especially thanks to Blaze for wasting my God damn time. Also, there just has to be a loud shout out to Tommy Dragon for putting friendship ahead of logical votes. You may be a good rp'er but you suck at staffing... and at life itself judging by how you once made up a girlfriend. Saying that was low but I've reached your level by doing so.

Suspend the Cruiserweight Championship. It means less now then it ever did. It's nothing more then a gimmick. I'd go as far as to say the PWA World Championship holds more credibility.

Edit - I've smoothed things over with Blaze and I apologise to a couple of people for my tendency to take things too seriously. Actually, a couple of people really means one person and one person means ALX and ALX couldn't really care less if I did this so I take back my apology. I guess I should remember this is just an e-fed and I'm not getting paid to put effort into something which just serves to lower my morale. Hell, if the people who voted in my match don't take their position in this e-fed seriously enough to do what they are supposed to do properly then I don't see the point in me putting in a serious amount of effort to craft my rp's. So, I am going to keep this rant out in the open instead of deleting it and pretending I don't feel such great resentment towards staff decisions. So, this will have been my sole PWA outburst. Haha... I should really have put this in the editorial forum to get maximum impact because I just remembered that hardly anybody in PWA reads promos anymore.

Edit 2- I added a few more points to my rant because it seems like Tommy Dragon doesn’t believe he is biased when it comes to voting. Some definitions of bias are “An unfair act or policy stemming from prejudice.” and “A statistical sampling or testing error caused by systematically favouring some outcomes over others.”. I’ve made it multiple choice to help you out Tommy, so pick the definition that describes your voting and quit the charade about you making decisions guided by what is fair.

I'm done ranting now.

I guess this means goodbye for however long everybody.”

The scene fades out.
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Chase Haifen
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[:: Returning from the commercial break ::]

[:: Chase Haifen stands in the ring, grasping a microphone in his hand. Dressed in his long leather trench coat, red tights, no shirt and of course his designer sunglasses. Mixed chants from the crowd both boast and boo the three time hardcore champion.

Chase: Well last night you saw it, you know what happened. I fought through McKenzie, St.Clair and Hardy to get to the Hardcore but I failed to get the gold in the end of the match. Tough luck? probably. Through my past couple of fights here I’ve noticed I fought through leaps and bounds and I usually end up being the victim. Sure one month is was for the Hardcore title, then the European title and back to the Hardcore title again.

The crowd begin chanting ‘You Suck’ chants, Haifen’s smug grins grows, it grows into a sinister smirk.

Chase: Tonight I’m declaring that I’m still after the hardcore title. Yes, Suicidal Saint you have what I want. You know that. So instead of hounding you, attacking to constantly, trying to send a message. I’m choosing the subtle approach. I’ll fight and I’ll fight until I get my chance to get back that title. Even if it leads up to next months Pay Per View I will fight their champion and I will throw out all of my tricks to ensure I GET THE VICTORY!

Suicidal Saint chants fill throughout the arena, although they don’t seem to leave a mark on ‘The Rage’.

Chase: Tonight though since loosing my last match I’ve been flung in a pretty random match, against Phonie Homie. So tonight PH, I will defeat you!

At that moment the camera fades away. ::]
Wins | Looses | Draws: 22 | 16 | 0

PWA Hardcore Champion (x4)
SWF Television Champion (x1)
EWA International Champion (x1)
LWA Intercontinental Champion (x1)
FWF United States Champion (x1)
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The Renegade
PWA Rookie
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Between matches, while the ring is empty, the lights dim slightly. From the speakers, an anthemic song by Styx begins to play.


Oh Mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Law man has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my
home
The jig is up, the news is out
They finally found me
The renegade who had it made
Retrieved for a bounty
Never more to go astray
This'll be the end today
Of the wanted man

Oh Mama, I've been years on the lam and had a high price on my
head
Lawman said 'Get him dead or alive' and it's for sure he'll see
me dead
Dear Mama I can hear you cryin', you're so scared and all
alone
Hangman is comin' down from the gallows and I don't have very
long

The jig is up, the news is out
They finally found me
The renegade who had it made
Retrieved for a bounty
Never more to go astray
The judge'll have revenge today
On the wanted man

Oh Mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Law man has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my
home

The jig is up, the news is out
They finally found me
The renegade who had it made
Retrieved for a bounty
Never more to go astray
This'll be the end today
Of the wanted man


The music ends and the lights return to full brightness, leaving the fans in utter confusion.

Johnny: What the hell was that about?
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Jigsaw
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Xstatic for rookie of the year

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Alex Giltinane
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Static for staff!
New PWA record.
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Kyle
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As Kyle slides on his basketball shorts and knee pads, in comes Mitchell Cole into the locker room. Mitchell is looking around at all the changing men, and Kyle looks up to see his eyes glued to the ass of ZeXX.

:::Kyle Dunham:::
Yo, Mitchell... you need something?

Mitchell shakes his head and comes back to his senses, and walks over by Kyle.

:::Mitchell:::
Yes, actually, I was wondering if I could have an interview with you.

:::Kyle Dunham:::
Shoot then.

:::Mitchell:::
Last week, you were on the Jay Leno show, announcing your new books, Opani, and Above The Mat, things seemed to get a little bit crazy. So let's take a look at what happened last night.

The PWA viewers see Kyle Dunham sitting on a Jay Leno chair, wearing his usual hoodie and basketball shorts. Kyle was talking to Jay about his fictional novel, Opani, and Jay was nodding up and down, pretending he was listening. Kyle couldn't keep his eye off of Jay's long chin. It was like something you didn't want to look at, but you had to keep staring at it.

:::Kyle Dunham:::
And that's basically it about Opani. Now, with Above The Mat, it is a book about the high fliers of pro wrestling. It is the secrets, stories, and more about the ring for guys like me, AJ Styles, and others.

:::Jay:::
So what is it like going off the top rope?

:::Kyle:::
It's awesome. It's like you are gliding through the air, and when you hit the mat, it takes a lot of air out of you, and you get a huge pop from the fans. It's even better when you get higher and higher, but sometimes, I'd rather stay as low as the top rope, because jumping off a ladder or cage can be pretty intimidating sometimes.


:::Jay:::
Now your wrestling book just isn't about high fliers is it?

:::Kyle:::
No, it's a lot actually. I don't want to say it is an auto biography, but there are many things in there about me. But the great thing is, that I got pieces from all types of people. And I have different parts in there about different styles and this and that. Like I have a chapter in there with the MMA Fighting style, which is used by Samoa Joe and KENTA.

:::Jay:::
Do you use it?

:::Kyle:::
Sometimes, but my opponents say I hit too hard, haha.

:::Jay:::
So you are wrestling for PWA am I right? What is it like wrestling for them?

:::Kyle:::
Eh... it's alright... I guess...

:::Jay:::
Now come on. What's with that answer?

:::Kyle:::
Ah, it's not that I don't like it, just that I'm getting annoyed at some of the things that happen there. Get it?

:::Jay:::
Well actually, we have someone who actually wrestled in PWA for a short time, and believe it or not, he is going to come out right now, and wrestle you in a wrestling match!!

:::Kyle:::
What?! Who is it?!!

:::Jay:::
Ladies and gentlemen... the reveared.... the feared.... the dangerous and insane.... RIVER ROSS!!!

River Ross then jumped out of the curtain and ran out on stage with some heavy metal music blasting in the background. He was shaking his head up and down violently, and was kicking and punching Jay's desk. He then jumped into the air, and fell off the stage, then popped up again, and began to scream and jump.

:::Kyle:::
What the *BLEEP*

:::River Ross:::
YOU ALL KNOW ME!!!!!!!! MY NAME ISSSSSSSSS RIVVVVVERRRR ROSSS!!! NOW CHANT MY NAME! RIVER ROSS! RIVER ROSS! RIVER ROSS!! TONIGHT, ALL YOU ROSSAHOLICS, YOU ARE GOING TO SEE ME, THE BONAFIDE MR. INSANITY, RIVER ROSS, IS GOING TO TAKE ON DAT SON OF A BITCH OVER DERE! COME ON! CHANT IT! RI-V-ER ROSS! RI-V-ER ROSS!

The crowd was stunned, and so was everyone else.

:::Jay:::
Is everyone from PWA like this?

:::Kyle:::
Uh... only the newbs.

:::Jay:::
Huh?

:::Kyle:::
Nothing, it's cool. Hey River Ross! Win a match yet?

:::RIVER ROSS OMG!!!:::
IF I HAD TWO MORE MINUTES, I COULD HAVE BEATEN PICCIE SMALLS, AND POUNDED HIM AND POUNDED HIM AND POUDNED HIM SOME MORE! I WOULD HAVE TAKEN MY FLAMEFROWER, AND PUT HIS HAIR OUT! AHAHAHAHAH! *coughs violently.*

:::Kyle:::
Well let's just get this over with.

Ross then took out salt from his pants, and threw it into the face of Kyle! Kyle was blinded, and fell back near the stage wall. Ross then charged, but Kyle moved, and Ross went flying out the window, and crashed BILLIONS of stories below!!!

:::Crowd:::
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

:::River Ross:::
YOU MOTHER FUCKERS! YOU'LL NEVER KILL M..... HEY WAIT! NO GET AWAY FROM ME YOU HOBO! NO! DON'T SHIT ON MY... AHHHHHHHHHH!


:::Mitchell:::
As you can see, River Ross showed up, and ruined the whole party. But I thought he was dead somewhere!

:::Kyle:::
Me too, but I really do think he is immortal. But that means our children and grandchildren will be able to carry on the legacy of beating the shit out of Ross. Anyways, is that it? If it is, get out, because I need to warm up.

:::Mitchell:::
No! I just wanted to point that out. Anyways, tonight, you are going against Indy Star, Deadman, and Adam St. Claire in a four corners match. Your thoughts?

:::Kyle:::
Remember when I said I wasn't liking some of the things happening here? There's and example. I mean sure I'm just coming back, but that doesn't mean I'm going to be rusty as fuck. I mean, I'm warmed up and am in the greatest shape in my life! But whatever you know? If they want me to see me break Indy's arm, thent that's good and all, but they better know that I'm not on my good side tonight.

:::Mitchell:::
So are you going to use your anger from the Leno Show to help you win?

:::Kyle:::
Anger?! Why would I be mad? That was the greatest night of my life! I got to throw River Ross off of a sky scraper! I mean sure, he got salt in my eyes, and interupted my book promo, but whatever. When ever Rossy gets hurt, the MSW is happy. But enough with the River Ross crap. Enough with the book promo, now it's time to promote my self! I'm tired of wrestling in Japan, and I'm tired of wrestling Deano White. It's time for me to begin this PWA journey to the top, and I'm done managing and teaching. When I'm at the top of the mountain, I won't be teaching or managing, no! I'm going to be ruling! Because when I'm at the top, no one will be able to take me down off of that mountain, because I know no one will be able to reach that pinnacle that I achieved. Listen Mitchell, go around and look at this locker room. I share it with the likes of ZeXX, The Suicidal Saint, and Chase Haifen. You know what, that's bull shit. And I won't be using my anger from Leno, I'll be using my anger from PWA to help me win this match. Even though, I won't need much help. Anyways junior, go get me a soda, I'm thirsty as hell.

:::Mitchell:::
Well... do you have a dollar?

:::Kyle:::
Do I have a dollar, do I have a doll... hell no! Spend your own dollar, and get the MSW some Pepsi! Now I'm going to warm up, and when I get back from the massacre that was my match, I better see a Pepsi in a bucket of ice! Now go!

Kyle then kicked at Mitchell, and Mitchell and his camera crew ran away to get Kyle some Pepsi.
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.::------------------------The Natural Born Kicka | Kyle Dunham-----------------------::.
::Kyle Dunham::
Status: Returning
Face/Heel: Tweener
Hometown: Medina, Ohio
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 210 Pounds


Finishers:
Dunham Driver
Gaara Stretch
Wrestling Style: Striker, Lucharesu


::Titles::
Currently Holding:
Held:


Overall Record: (Wins | Loss | Draw Or DQ)
0-0-0


In The Way Of Greatness:


Proved To Be A Worthy Opponent:
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Jigsaw
PWA Wrestler
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The PWA cameras again stop rolling for a little while, and we see a dark, dark, room. There are seemingly no lights in the room. The lights start to turn on bit, and we can see the outline of a rather small man. Soon we can make the man out to be PWA manager Peter Conley. Conley sits in a chair, with the behemoth Jigsaw behind him, we can still barely see him as he starts to talk

“Throughout history, there has been discrimination, there has been unfairness, there has been intolerance and there has been inequality. But, after all of these things, after all of the injustice is said and done, those being held down begin to flourish; those being disregarded start to prosper. Whether it’s Jewish man being paid millions, or an African American being in a position of power, they’ve all got their due. My associate Jigsaw has been held down, and he deserves his due. No longer will he remain wrestling people with no names. No longer will he be forced to wrestle in random, non-title matches. He will show the world his worth, he will show everyone how he is the dominate wrestler in Pojo wrestling alliance. And those who begin to get the matches he wants, will pay, Jigsaw should be main evening Retaliation, he should have won the three hours of power tournament, but wasn’t even in the tournament. The title should be Jigsaw’s; the tournament was indeed a failure. What is the point of holding a tournament to determine your number one contender when at the end your number one contender is the same person as it is when the tournament starts. But just know people, Jigsaw will reap what he sows, and jigsaw has sown more than one title opportunity here in PWA, but has yet to receive the correct amounts. And Jigsaw will receive them, he will find someone who doesn’t deserve these things, and he will make an example of him. You can bet on that.”

The lights again begin to dim as the camera begins to back up, jigsaw furry face can be see, as the camera blacks out and cuts to a commercial hyping the PWA world title match that jigsaw won’t be competing in tonight.

:::Black out:::
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Vegeta
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Hall of Famer
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Vegeta is standing by with PWA's newest interviewers, the sexy and lovely Melinda Jones. As he stares her up and down, she clears her throats and speaks.

Melinda Jones: Hi Vegeta. I would first like to say thank you for hiring me.

Vegeta: No problem Mindy, I can call you Mindy right?

Melinda Jones: Of course you can. But see, unlike these other interviewers, I like getting getting down to buisness and cutting to the chase.

Vegeta: Yeah? My office is empty...

Melinda Jones: ...I mean while I interview.

Vegeta: Oh, yeah that's right, you're our interviewer.

Melinda Jones: Yes, you just hired me and flew me in from Canada.

Vegeta: You're Canadian?

Melinda Jones: Yes, but aren't I supposed to interview you?

Vegeta: I don't like Canadians. It's to cold up there. Plus Canada is the birth place of our Head of Security and he likes to smash my head through car windows. You're probably just like him...

Melinda Jones: No Vegeta, I plan on moving a lot closer to PWA Headquarters once we end this tour.

Vegeta: Well...hmmm...no sorry, you're fired.

Melinda Jones: Yeah well, I'm not a woman after all!

Melinda lifts up her skirt, exposing her slinky. It takes a few moments but PWA is finally able to censor the image.

Vegeta: You've got to be fucking me right now.

Melinda Jones: You want to? You office still is empty isn't it...big boy?

Vegeta: What the fuck. I knew you Canadians were freaks. Get out of my way!

The Icon storms past Mrs. Jones...errrr...Mr. Jones, leaving him with the microphone still in his hands. He loses the fake voice and reveals his true deep voice.

Melinda Jones: So your office in five?

Vegeta: Get the hell out of here or I'll have security show you the way out!

Melinda Jones: Fine do it, I want to see Bman anyways!

Melinda quickly lowers his skirt, putting away his exposed family jewels. Vegeta continues walking away from the bizzare scene.

Melinda Jones: Tell them they'll find me right here.
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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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