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| P.Y vs. Anthony Pelizzoli; Non-Title Match | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 15 2007, 11:46 PM (142 Views) | |
| Vegeta | Apr 15 2007, 11:46 PM Post #1 |
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--- Anthony Pelizzoli --- "Woke Up This Morning" by Alabama 3 begins playing as the crowd isn't sure what to make of this. Anthony "The Don" Pelizzoli walks out wearing an Armani suit. Walks slowly with an aura of arogance, looking at the crowd in disgust. Gives the crowd a chinslide (Italian version of the middle finger) as he walks up the ring steps. Takes off his suit and taunts the crowd asking if he should throw his suit into it, changes his mind and spits on it throwing it on the ground rather than giving it away. --- P.Y --- ::: Four simple drum beats echo around the arena, each in turn setting the rhythm for “Backstabber” by Dystopia. Such an angry and bleak song slams into the arena with so much force that some people look on in shock, still coming to terms with this type of music, aware of who is now making his way to the ring. ::: Lying bastards Deceiving fuckers, you are a curse Violation Kicked in the head when I hurt the worse ::: The usual dipped red-tinted lights begin to shine as the curtain at the summit of the ramp flinches. The audience hold their breathe, as with a giant tug of the material, out marches the English Monster to a somewhat positive reaction after all the shit he has been through. ::: My body boils with both anger and confusion Thorazine is such a bitch to endure I wanna rip your fucking head off You desecrate everything that's pure Stab me in the back Enemy ::: The frozen figure on the ramp sudden animates as the beast begins his journey to the ring, marching to the beat as the shower of cheers rains down upon him. People near the barrier lean over to try and interact with the beast and, but their efforts are in vain, P.Y in such a deep trance of his own that he doesn’t even notice. As he moves, strobe lighting suddenly kicks in as the lyrics resume once more. ::: And to think I fucking trusted you You never cared Like a fucking doormat You wiped your feet on my dignity So what You caught me when I was down I must have been blind To think your actions constituted any love ::: At the foot of the ring is where the volume raises, the word “LIAR” screames with such a passion that the hairs of peoples neck start to rise. P.Y stops dead still at the ring apron as the flashing strobes and flashbulbs flitters only a intermitting outline of his body. He slowly places himself into the ring by climbing over the top rope, wandering slowly towards the ring’s centre as the seconds tick away. ::: ::: RING ANNOUNCER ::: Enterting the ring, hailing from England, he weighs in at 315lbs and stands at a height of 6 feet and 11½ inches. He is the English Monster, the British Behemoth, the PWA World Champion – P.Y! ::: The crowd go wild as the lights returning to normal, P.Y loosening up for the match ahead. ::: DING DING DING!!! |
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| P.Y | Apr 20 2007, 08:22 AM Post #2 |
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(NB: This match takes place before the promo I made.) It’s well known that things can change in a matter in moments, yet you’d be surprised how much has changed within the last 24 hours alone. For starters, divert your attention towards the English Monster. A man statistically declared the ‘underdog’ despite his physical advantages, P.Y was finally able to relive his success of four years ago and capture the PWA World Title – although you could say it wasn’t much of a fairytale ending. However, not only did the owner of a championship ‘change’ last night but so too did the personality of another; enter Anthony Pelizzoli. Twenty four hours locked inside a jail cell, distant from the world, was more than enough time for the Don to collect himself – and then subsequently lose it – leaving him with the psychotic demeanour that he now presents to the world. Through demon like eyes, he follows the journey of the coveted PWA World Championship as it arrives upon the timekeeper’s table, oblivious to the world by the distracting ticking, resonating from his mind. When this match is over with his arm raised high, when Three Hours of Power is over with his arm raised high, that very title will be coming his way – but for now, all that heads in his direction is a tightly coiled fist. A dominating Right Hook rattled his foundations and his distant concentration, but it sure isn’t enough to hinder his opponent’s powerful resilience, opting gradually to continue this sudden rally with a Right Hook of his own. It appears to be somewhat of a sluggish approach to start things off, but the crowd absolutely love what they are seeing. It’s like watching an old boxing classic, where two heavyweights slug it out with everything they possess; hoping to be the one to topple his might foe. Unlike boxing, however, wrestling doesn’t stop at the use of your fists. The somewhat elongated gap between each blow is soon exploited by the transformed Don, literally managing to duck out of the seemingly endless exchange of punches and into the behemoth’s blind-spot. Panicked, also being thrown forward by the momentum of his mistimed jab, the ring ropes draw ever closer to the stumbling Englishman as he tries all means necessary to maintain his balance. Both of his arms whirl by his side, both heels, etching a groove deep within the canvas beneath him, but it all results in failure as soon after, he falls – but it’s not forwards as he expected. Before overstepping the point of no return, Anthony’s anaconda like arm weaved its way around his neck, not only starving the beast of precious oxygen, but too acting as a weight to pull his body backwards, downwards with the momentum of the Don’s mass. Both bodies hit the canvas with a booming thud, not exactly the crack Anthony was expecting. He literally wanted to sever the man’s uppermost spine with the rapid Neckbreaker previous executed, unhappy with the way P.Y is able to roll in pain upon the canvas, un-paralyzed by his efforts. As most people know, desperate times call for desperate measures, and by the gleaming in the Don’s eyes, desperation may have already settled in. This is not a challenge before him, no, not even an opportunity. This is merely an obstacle on his way to greatness, an obstacle overcome by any means necessary. JOHNNY: What an opportunity Anthony has here tonight, folks. Yet to begin his journey in Three Hours of Power and already he is given a taster of what he can expected if he wins this year’s tournament. DONNY: And look at him, he’s dominating the so called ‘Champion’, Johnny! If he keeps this up, a monumental victory could be coming his way, just what any superstar could dream of before stepping into the Three Hours of Power tournament. (OOC: Sorry it’s a rather late start. If you’re stuck for time or anything seeing as it’s the end of the week, then feel free to post past the deadline if necessary. Else, I’m up for posting another before voting starts, but only if you are able to post another also.) |
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| Anthony Pelizzoli | Apr 20 2007, 07:26 PM Post #3 |
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P.Y now slowly climbed to a vertical base, looking across to his hungry adversary. In The Dons eyes there was indeed a new passion, a new drive that would keep him going. Tonight, with a good show against the World Champion he could make his mark and cement himself as a contender in the Three Hours Of Power tournament. The two men now drew closer once more, circling for position. The two now tangled in a Lock Up signaling that that match was once more underway. The two powerhouses now pushed in on eachother with their barrel chests, struggling to gain even the slightest of advantages. For a few moments it looked like The Don would gain the advantage but then he was quickly taken down with a Russian Leg Sweep. P.Y now began to show his experiance, quickly sliding to the side of The Don and then executing the maneuver perfectly. The Don was seemingly unrattled from the move, more frustrated than anything else. The Don smacked his fists against the ground letting his emotions bubble to the surface. The Don could use the past nights experiance in two completely different ways. The first way was that his anger would help him, fueling his aggression. The second option was that his frustration would errupt, causing him to make silly mistakes and ultimatly lose the match. The Don now, just like P.Y before him, slowly climbed to his feet. The two met eyes once more. In many ways these two were still feeling eachother out for the intensity that would soon ensue. As the two once more drew close The Don made a chin slide gesture as the crowd booed chanting "TONY SUCKS! TONY SUCKS! TONY SUCKS!". Johnny: What a show of disrespect from The Don, P.Y helped make this company what it is today, he deserves some damn respect! Donny: Respect? The Don has been over looked time and time again. He deserves to be champion and no one else, let him do what he wants. The match was now about to pick up pace. The two men both had something to prove tonight. P.Y did not want to loose to this underdog and The Don obviously wanted to make himself a name. This time, to the surprise of the crowd, The Don whipped himself around P.Y grabbing the veteran around the waist. The Don now pulled P.Y over his shoulders with a first German Suplex. The Don then pulled the monsterous body of P.Y up once more, hitting the second German Suplex. The Don then used a great amount of strength to pull P.Y up one last time, hitting the final German Suplex. P.Y now lay on the ground holding his neck as The Don looked into the crowd, pointing to his temple as if to show that he too could be a force to be reckoned with in technical wrestling. **OOC - Ya sorry for rping so late, I have had alot of soccer recently. I can get a rp up tommorow as well so hopefully we can both get a long one in. I just tried to match yours in length incase something happend. Anyway hopefully tommorow we can get some good rps in I'm happy to be rping with someone of your caliber** |
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PWA Accomplishments PWA Commonwealth Champion (1) PWA Tag Team Champion (1) (w/ Black Dragon) PWA Hardcore Champion (1) Untouchables Member Top 6 in Wrestlefest Rumble 2007 | |
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| P.Y | Apr 21 2007, 11:15 AM Post #4 |
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Anthony Pelizzoli? A fine example of a technical wrestler? As spectacular as The Don may believe he is, the crowd aren’t exactly shy to express their views by responding to his arrogant taunts, booing loudly in defiance. They obviously do not share the same opinions, but it does not matter – in fact, he appears to take it all in his stride, turning his back on the source of this negativity and heading towards the immobile mass before him. But he only takes a few paces forward before realising he has forgotten something. Before the gap between himself and the immobile mass of P.Y completely diminishes, the mobster’s body once again twists around to address the crowd, his right hand, sliding under his chin to throw plenty more fuel on the already raging fire. Of course, the expected eruption occurs with great magnitude, but it is simply a fraction of the sound made after Pelizzoli swings his right foot forward, driving the upper most part of his foot directly into the behemoth’s ribs with a powerful Soccer Kick. Coughing and spluttering, the World Champion rolls aside. With the entire contents of his lungs emptied by a sole kick to his torso, an extended amount of time is needed to recover as he rolls aside, trying to distance himself from his bloodthirsty foe. Nevertheless, it doesn’t take long before he is faced with another problem. Upon reaching the ring apron, just seconds from falling to further injury, a question is suddenly thrust his way – does he takes the coward’s way out, or simply hope that Anthony understands the value of patience? One could easily see his relationship with the crowd disintegrate, something he has worked hard to rebuild after so many years of tension. But is it worth risking this in hope that The Don is willing to compromise? The crowd begin to look on in shock when P.Y weaves his upper body under the bottom rope, furthering the gap that separates him for imminent danger, yet when his adversary quickly pounces on the two remaining limbs left in the ring, he knows it is too late. Sure, he has the weight advantage, so too, the height advantage, but such benefits means jack after being the casualty of a somewhat barbaric assault. He kicks, he grumbles, he tries all he can to unlock the grasp around his ankles, yet his efforts appears all in vain as Pelizzoli slowly shifts his giant mass back into the battlefield. Well, that’s what everyone expected; even P.Y himself looks on in confusion as his opponent stops dead, his head, still hanging over the edge of the apron. Looking into the man’s eyes, however, provides him his answer. It may not be as straightforward as Anthony actually telling him what is about to happen, but it may as well be. The insane look in his eye, the deranged and contort smile that creeps up his face; it’s all too obvious, and too, all too late. Hoisting the two tree trunk sized legs of his opponent underneath his own arms; the downward momentum of his entire body propels P.Y upwards, neck first into the bottom rope with a rather cheap Bottom Rope Guillotine. Commence the booing once again. JOHNNY: That is just cheap, Donny! It’s obvious that the Don is desperate to pick up an epic win here tonight, but resorting to those sorts of tactics just isn’t acceptable, especially against the PWA World Champion! DONNY: But think about it – if you were about to enter the Three Hours of Power tournament knowing that you have beaten the World Champion, what would you have to fear? Of course he is going to use any sort of tactics to score the fall, Johnny, its logical! Despite the fact that he is having difficulty breathing, there is a somewhat reassuring feeling lingering inside the English Monster knowing that this assault is finally over. Both of his hands support his neck as he sits up, diverting his attention back towards the ascending Anthony Pelizzoli – only to find that he still has his arms wrapped around his ankles. His ever numbing body fails to recognise both limbs clamping down at his lower legs, even through the kicking he commences on the chilling sight. Once again, desperation is obviously setting in, but his attempts seem forever futile as the Don begins to drag his carcass across the canvas, back to the centre of the stage. Now he could begin to panic. The beast has no clue what is it store now, simply a plaything for his foe to torture to his twisted content, yet one thing he didn’t expect was the Spinning Toe Hold that follows. Unexpected maybe, but that doesn’t make it any less painful as his leg twists unnaturally, leaving him once again in a world full of hurt. With agony and the grasp of his opponent, attached to his lower limb, it seems that tonight just isn’t his night – or is it? When Anthony decides to go for a second consecutive Spinning Toe Hold, however, the now fully aware P.Y is able to spot the small opportunity allowing him to finally fight back. In mid motion, back facing his experienced rival, the free leg of the Englishman is driven foot first into the Don’s exposed spine, the force being enough to send him stumbling forward, forced to release his grip. Finally, at long last, the crowd have something to cheer about. (OOC: That's it from me. Good luck, and again if you need the time, post past the deadline.) |
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| Anthony Pelizzoli | Apr 21 2007, 12:55 PM Post #5 |
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For a few moments The Don lay on the floor holding his spine before slowly ascending to his feet. Adjacent from him P.Y had also found his vertical base, even after the brutal assault. Suddenly, with out warning, The Don ran at P.Y. The Don lifted his foot with precision, looking to hit a Big Boot. The English Monster was to quick, however, as he dodged the attack, thus sending The Don's foot over the top rope. The Don was now hung up on the top rope in agony, his most vulnerable area holding the bulk of his weight. At this sight the crowd now errupted in cheers, knowing that the tides of the match had turned. P.Y now smiled at the embarassing position his opponent was stuck in. The English monster now had the chance to even the score with an assault of his own. The English Monster now grabbed The Dons throat with a gloved hand as The Dons eyes bursted wide open. The grip was tightened as The Dons face turned more and more red. The grip of P.Y's gloved hand now loosened as The Don began to gulp in the air, struggling to keep concious throughout the highly illegal manuever. P.Y only had repetitions of five seconds to choke out his foe, this was the max time he could hold for or disqualification would soon meet him. The English Monster then released the choke once more, smiling as the crowd cheered him on. The Don was still hung up on the top rope, trying to push himself up and seperate his groin from the pressure. The smile across the World Heavyweight Champion seemed to grow even more at this moment, he knew the most painful part of his attack would now take place. P.Y then quickly grasped the top rope firmly, wrapping each finger tightly around the coil. Suddenly, with his tree trunk arms, P.Y shook the rope wildly, sending The Don bouncing up and down on his groin. The Don let out screams of agony as the crowd cheered on P.Y, praising how ridiculous he had made The Don look. Finally, after what seemed like minutes, the shaking had stopped and The Don collapsed in a heap onto the mat below him. The English Monster now had the match in his hand, lifting his foe easily to his feet. The Champion then wrapped his arms around The Dons waist. The Don resisted for a few seconds but was then tossed over P.Y with a Belly to Belly Suplex. Unfortunatly for P.Y, however, when The Don flew back he had hit the referee, knocking the official unconcious. The Champion now got to his feet, looking at the damage he had accidentally caused. Suddenly the crowd burst into boos as one of The Dons workers began to walk down the ramp, looking to redeem himself from the previous nights failure. The English monster now walked towards the worker, distracted by his presence. Then, almost as if it had been practised, The Don sat up, walking behind P.Y and delivering a shattering Low Blow. The Champion then collapsed onto his knees, holding the very same spot he had punished on The Don moments before. It seemed, in the end, what goes around comes around. The Dons worker then climbed into the ring, grabbing the brutalized P.Y and holding him up. As the worker did this The Don exited the ring, running to the time keepers table and grabbing The World Heavyweight Championship. The Don looked at the title for a few moments in a daze, wondering if he could win that very belt after Three Hours of Power. After regaining his sense The Don then climbed back into the ring, holding up the face plate of the belt and smashing it over the skull of P.Y. Johnny: What the hell? This man is sick! He just used P.Y's own title against him! Donny: Would you please shut up Johnny. After Three Hours of Power The Don will take that title from P.Y, he might as well claim it as his own now. The worker now exited the ring as The Don stood triumphantly over his fallen opponent. The Don then opened the clamps over the belt, wrapping it around his waist and then lifting his hands up for all to see. Johnny: Are you kidding me? He hasn't won this match yet... Hell, this isn't even a title match! Donny: I told you, P.Y is simply keeping that belt warm for him, that waist is where the title belongs! The Don now slid his hand across the belt slowly, feeling the texture and soaking in every second he had with it. Then, as the ref came to his senses The Don whipped off the title, quickly throwing it to his worker on the outside to hold. The Don then bent over, covering his unconcious opponent. The ref slowly made his way over as the crowds boos grew even louder. Johnny: He's gonna steal the win dammit! Donny: YES! YES! COUNT THE PIN REF! The count then commenced. 1!... 2!... ??? |
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PWA Accomplishments PWA Commonwealth Champion (1) PWA Tag Team Champion (1) (w/ Black Dragon) PWA Hardcore Champion (1) Untouchables Member Top 6 in Wrestlefest Rumble 2007 | |
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| Thomas Driver | Apr 22 2007, 11:26 PM Post #6 |
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A hand wraps around the throat of Anthony Pelizzoli, with an enraged English Monster sitting himself up off the canvas. The fans cheer as their World Champion stands tall, reaching his feet with his opponent still at hand. The Don is lifted off the mat, held up as if martyred before crashing down with the Black Hand Treatment. P.Y covers his fallen adversary as the fans count along in a chorus of praise. 1... 2... 3!!! Ring Announcer: Here is your winner via pinfall, the English Monster...P.Y!!! “Backstabber” by Dystopia pours into the arena as the British behemoth raises his hands in victory. Cameras flash as he is handed the World Heavyweight Championship, with Insanity rolling to a commercial as the commentators discuss the first win of P.Y's third title reign. |
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