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| Kyle Rieger vs. AleXtreme | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 22 2007, 10:35 PM (130 Views) | |
| Vegeta | Apr 22 2007, 10:35 PM Post #1 |
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--- AleXtreme --- "X-Stream" by Voivod hits the PA System as the crowd starts to cheer. They all know AleXtreme is about to make his way to the ring. By the curtain, red and blue fireworks burst out. They hit the roof and explode into beautiful dust. Sparks come out where the fireworks just did as AleXtreme bursts through them. He looked at the crowd and was satisfied as to what he saw. He raised his hands up to his X Cross Arms taunt as the arena lights soon flash red and blue very quickly. AleXtreme walks down the ramp while slapping some of the hands of the audience. The announcer then starts to speak into his microphone. Announcer: Introducing, from Chicago, Illonois, weighing at a 270 pounds, THE EXTREMINATOR, AL,EX,TREEEEME! He rolls into the ring again and does his X Cross Arms taunt. The Lights go to normal as he does a few warm up stretches. --- Kyle Rieger --- *The arena is silent, the fans eagerly awaiting the next match, interview, promo, or illegal display of hardcore animal pornography. The lights around the arena dim, and turn into a slightly green hue. The loud speakers turn on, a voice is heard over them. Its the gruff voice of Mickey Roark, as the character Marv from Sin City* Marv: Hell? You don't know what hell is. None of you people do. Hell isn't getting beat up or cut up or hauled in front of some faggot jury. Hell is waking up every god damn morning and not knowing why you're even here. Why you're even breathing. *The intro to Stupid MF begins, per usual, the crowd begins to lay on their boos, but there's no Kyle Rieger to be seen, just his music playing.* I said, Is it simple enough for you? Does everybody understand? Are you all still following me? Is it simple enough for you? Does everybody understand? Are you all still, still Is it simple enough for you? Does everybody understand? Are you all still following me? Is it simple enough for you? Does everybody understand? Are you all still, still Should I talk slower like you're a retard? Should I talk slower like you're retarded? *The Pojotron flashes, “WE ARE WAR”, and a highlight reel of sorts for Kyle is played. We see multiple incarnations over the years, from homeless bum, to wrestling purist, to cocky bastard. Opponents are shown being locked in The MisTreatMent, Broken with Back Destroyers, Locked in The Lock, Dropped with Good Times, Great Memories, and Crushed with Million Dollar Drops. We see WAR fighting and destroying foes in their path, and Kyle just smiling that same cocky grin. The music stops abruptly though and Clive Owens voice comes over the loud speakers* Dwight: Its time to prove to your friends that you're worth a damn, sometimes that means dying, sometimes that means killing a whole lot of people. *New music begins, Iggy Pop and The Stooges Seminal classic Search and Destroy, Kyle Rieger now emerges from the curtain, receiving a hail of boos. He's dressed tonight in a blue ring jacket, a headband with Freak Power written on it, his traditional green singlet which now contains dollar signs all over it, and of course his classic black Chuck Taylors. The Intercontinental title is wrapped around his waist, and he takes every moment possible to point at it and show it off. In his right hand he holds a Haliburton case, in his left is a cigarette. His face is clean shaven, his brown hair is spiked up in an almost demented fashion, and he has an almost crazed look in his eyes He struts down the aisle to the ring, the fans continue their boos, and the music picks up.* I'm a street walking cheetah with a hide full of napalm I'm a runaway son of the nuclear A-bomb I am a world's forgotten boy The one who searches and destroys Honey gotta help me please Somebody gotta save my soul Baby detonates for me Announcer: From the Northwest Suburbs of Chicago Illinois. 6 foot 3 inches tall, and weighing in tonight at a beefy two-hundred-sixty pounds. He is a member of WAR, and your current PWA Intercontinental Champion, KYLE "THE FREAK" RIEGER *Freak continues his strut to the ring, only pausing to throw out his smoke* Look out honey, 'cause I'm using technology ! Ain't got time to make no apology Soul radiation in the dead of night Love in the middle of a fire fight Honey gotta strike me blind Somebody gotta save my soul Baby penetrates my mind *Freak pauses outside the ring, points his fingers as if they were guns, and then pretends to shoot each ring post. After shooting each one they erupt into a burst of red flames, and Freak rolls into the ring. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle, looks around at the fans, and raises his title in the air, leading to a chorus of boos.* And I'm the world's forgotten boy The one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy And honey I'm the world's forgotten boy The one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy Forgotten boy, forgotten boy Forgotten boy said hey forgotten boy *Freak opens up his Haliburton case, locks the title in it, and hands it to the ring attendant. He then removes his jacket and headband, folds them neatly, and gives them to the attendant as well He follows that up by doing his warm up stretches, neck rolls, and then bounces off the ropes repeatedly for no reason.* |
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| Kyle The Freak Rieger | Apr 26 2007, 11:48 PM Post #2 |
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Kyle's music dies down as he kneels in the corner of the ring. Any person in the PWA will tell you Kyle Rieger is not a man who prays. Yet he still kneels in the corner, as if looking for some sign to tell him something. He pounds his chest twice, rising back to his feet, turns, and stares into the eyes of Alextreme. This is a big chance for Alex, if he beats Freak in this non-title match tonight, he'll easily move further up the PWA card, and may get a shot at that title down the line. Kyle is just thinking about Three Hours of Power, he made it past the first round, and now is waiting for next week. He may be taking Alex somewhat lightly, he's a big strong guy, and if Freak isn't careful he may lose this one. Both men head to the center of the ring, the bell sounds, and Kyle and Alex instantaneously wrap their right arms around the other's head. They grab hold of elbows and they are now locked in a Collar and Elbow Tie-up. They are gunning for position, each man trying to force the other down, trying to hold the advantage. Kyle's giving up some weight and height to Alex, but Kyle also seems to have more muscle mass than Alex. It may mean that he has more strength, even though the bigger man usually wins a battle like this. Kyle holds the advantage, but it goes to Alex almost immediately, each man trading it back and forth, it may be a battle of endurance as well. Alex finally forces Kyle down, he wraps his right arm around Kyle's head, grabs hold of his right wrist with his left hand, and locks Kyle in a Headlock. The hold may be tight, but Kyle will work his way out of it by any mean necessary. Freak knows its too early in the match to hit a back suplex or an atomic drop on Alex to break it. Its going to come down to the classic way, and Freak pulls his elbows away from The Extreminator. He slams one into Alex's stomach it rattles him a little bit but no real effect. Freak draws them back again, and sends them into his stomach again, Alex rattles some more but he's not letting go. Freak pulls them back again, third time's the charm, Alex lets go of the hold. Freak immediately pushes him into the ropes. Alex runs and bounces off, thinking he has the advantage, and he readys his arm for a massive clothesline. Freak sees him coming, and when Alex is a few steps away he drops to his stomach. Alex tries to stop, but Freak hooks his right leg in between his, and he goes falling to the canvas with a Drop toe hold. The fall stuns Alex for a second, and Freak gets back up to his feet. Freak immediately raises his foot, and delivers a Stomp to the back of Alex's right knee. Alex winces in pain a little bit, and Freak steps away from him. Alex starts to get back up, and Freak starts to run towards him. Alex makes it to his feet, Freak jumps, and hits a Chop Block to Alex's right knee which takes him back down to the Canvas. Freak quickly takes a seat on Alex's back, and grabs Alex's right leg with his left arm. Freak puts his knee right behind Alex's, begins to push on the knee cap with his right arm, and lifts the leg up and pulls back with his left. Its a simple yet powerfully painful execution of a [/b]Single Leg Boston Crab[/b]. Freak continues to yank back, adding more and more pressure on Alex's knee. Alex starts to really feel the pain set in, and out of instinct begins to crawl towards the ropes. His size helps as he is able to pull himself and Freak close to them, he grabs hold, and breaks the hold. The ref begins his count, 1....2....3....4.... Freak lets go. The ref tries to admonish him, Freak just looks him in the eyes, and says “I have till 5 ref.” Freak gets back up to his feet, and he walks calmly and slowly to the opposite side of the ring. For Alex its going to be more of a battle, its early on in the match, and already his knee is hurting. He's got to make it back up to his feet, and under his own power that could be difficult. He hooks onto the ropes and begins to pull himself up. He has to hold on tight, his knees are already buckling, and he's in no condition to be walking under his own power right now. He makes it up, turns around, and looks straight into the eyes of a smiling Kyle Rieger. Kyle bounces off the ropes and starts running towards Alex. He reaches full momentum quickly, Alex is stuck like a deer in headlights, no place to run or turn, he's just got to watch and wait. A few steps before he'd collide with Alex Freak jumps in the air and turns his body sideways. His aim is a little bit off, he jumps a little bit too high, his chest slams into Alex's, and his momentum carries both men over the top. Alex just flips over the ropes, and lands to the outside, Freak continues flying though and ends up in a heap after colliding with the guardrail. Both men are hurting now, the ref begins the count, and each must make it back to the ring. Freak took a risk, and it might not pay off, he's suffering because of his own Crossbody. Freak and Alex both lay outside, each nearly motionless, the count begins to build, and the arena is wondering who will make it up first. Johnny: That may have been a mistake for Freak, he did hurt his opponent but at what cost. All either man can do now is rest and get some energy back, get back up to their feet, and get back into the ring. I bet Alex is hoping he can slide in before Freak so he can get even more much needed rest. Freak's been working his knee pretty good, and against a power wrestler like Alextreme, if you chop down the trunk the tree will fall. I can tell Freak's hoping that he's taken that knee out, and this match may just come down to technique. Donny: Well Kyle's playing it smart. Work on one body part, stick with that body part, thats simple technical wrestling. Freaks going to rely on holds, strikes, and some speed to get through this. He may be a pretty strong powerful wrestler, but Alex is stronger, he's bigger, and he can power his way through opponents. Freak is counteracting that well, and all he's got to do now is bide his time, work that knee over, and he could have an easy submission win tonight. If he can get back into the ring that is Alex stirs first, he grabs hold of the ring apron and starts to pull himself up. Freak just lays next to the guardrail, almost in a fetal position, his back and head took a bad hit there, and he's got some fuzzy portions in his brain right now. The ref has his count up to five, Alex pulls himself back up to his feet, pauses for a few moments, and then rolls back into the ring. The count breaks and starts again, Freak's still outside, but he's starting to use the guardrail to get back up. Alex knows if he's going to take a risk he's got to do it now, hurt knee or not, and he heads to the corner. He climbs up the turnbuckle, kneels down, and is perched ready for Freak to get fully up. Freak pulls himself back up to his feet, shakes his head a few times to clear it up, and turns around. Alex jumps off and takes flight, he rotates his body slightly and bends his knees, aiming straight downward at Freak. Freak doesn't even realize what's going on, Alex is just moments from impact, he pushes his legs forward, and his feet slam into Freak's chest. The impact sends Freak back into the guardrail, his back his it again and it sends shudders all through his body. He crumples into a heap outside again, Alex just looks around to the fans, they all cheer for him, injured leg and all he's still working on toppling the Freak. Freak's in pain now, his back is starting to sore up, and he doesn't feel like moving after that Missile Dropkick The count is up to 6 and Alex realizes he better get Freak back in the ring to work him over some more. He limps a little bit, grabs Freak's right arm, and gives him an Irish Whip back into the ring. Freak rolls in, Alex follows right behind him sliding in himself, and both men now are back in the ring with Alex on the offensive. Alex grabs a hold of Freak's right arm and lifts him back up to his feet. He pauses for a second pondering what he can do next, before getting a fairly simple yet effective idea. Freak's back took two hard blows to the guardrail, Alex wants to keep it weakened just like Freak was doing to his knee, and there are many ways to take someones back out in the ring. Alex grabs between Freak's legs with his left arm, around his head with his right, bends his knees slightly, and lifts him up. Freak is hanging on top of Alex's shoulders, nowhere to run, no way out, he's just got to take everything that comes like a man. Alex drops backwards, Freak is sandwiched between Alex and the mat, his back takes a great impact, and he's stuck with even more pain. Freak twitches slightly but just lays on the mat, he knows he can't take much more of this, he's really feeling the effects of the Samoan Drop. Alex is playing off the crowd, to them he can do no wrong, and against one of the most hated men in the business right now he's showing his chops. He grabs a hold of Freak's right arm and lifts him back up to his feet once again. What to do now, Freak is like a blank canvas for the violent art that Alex likes to create, and he's got some ideas. He lifts his huge right arm up in the air, and comes straight down onto Freak's chest with a clubbing Forearm. He follows that by lifting his left up, and slams it down into Freak's chest with another Forearm. Alex hasn't read much into Freak's playbook though, blow for blow, strike for strike, he hits some of the hardest shots in the sport, and once he takes one it just makes him angry. Its a strange thing, when Kyle is angry he feeds off of it, all the chants from the crowd, any insults, thats all more energy for him to use to destroy opponents. Alex lifts his right arm up again, he's ready to send it down, but Freak blocks the blow. He lifts his right leg off the ground, sends his shin slamming into Alex's left knee, stunning him with a Kick. Alex hobbles around a little bit, that was not at all what he was expecting, and it may just get worse from here. Freak lifts his left leg off the ground, slams his shin into Alex's knee, doubling him over with another Kick. Freak smiles that same sadistic smile, that cocky grin that most everyone recognizes, he's ready to take Alex out for good. He wraps his right arm around his head, grabs a hold of his trunks with his left, bends his knees, and starts to lift Alex up. He has some troubles, Alex is a big guy, and he can fight this will determination. Freak just continues to lift, finally getting him up, and now the blood starts to rush to Alex's head. Freak doesn't drop backwards, he just holds him up in the air, trying to daze and dizzy Alex. Its a tough feat, Freak shows great strength, and as much as the crowd may hate him, they are intrigued and count the seconds that he holds him up. After fifteen of them Freak can't take much more, he drops straight down, holding Alex vertically still, and slams his head into the mat with the Stalling Brainbuster. Its a sickening thud, Alex is motionless, the blow may have been too much, and Freak is just relishing in that. He goes for the vertical press, and the ref hurries over to make the count. 1....2....? |
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| AleXtreme | Apr 28 2007, 05:51 PM Post #3 |
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After the brutality of the Brainbuster, most people would think that The Extreminator would be down for good. It would be a safe bet to say he wouldn’t kick out, but everyone in the audience was wrong. AleXtreme was able to thrust his shoulder from the mat just in time. The American Nightmare lifted himself to his knees and stared into the eyes of the ref with a great anger. He knew he had the match won, but he felt he was cheated out of the victory. He got all the way up to his feet and started walking over to the ref in an attempt to intimidate him. He slowly backed the ref up into the corner, ready to do something he might regret. He grabs the ref by his color and lifts him up into the air with his one arm. He shouts to the ref that he better count to a 3 next time he pins his opponent. He may have wasted too much time, though, for when he dropped the ref and turned around, he was met with his slightly larger opponent and a Clothesline to the chest that caused The Freak to leave his feet. As his body met with the mat, an abnormal thud was heard around the arena. Not only did he make a great impact with the mat, The Freak may also have snapped a bone in his body after the sudden strike. AleXtreme looked down at Kyle with a bit of satisfaction, and then wasted no more time in continuing his onslaught. He grabbed Kyle by his hair and started to pull him up with all of his strength. Once The Freak had been pulled up fully to his feet, AleXtreme swiftly grabbed one of Kyle’s legs and let the rest of The Freak’s body rest on his shoulders. AleXtreme placed his other hand on Kyle’s neck and shoulder area for support and elevated Kyle off the ground and onto his shoulders in the air. Kyle tried his best to get off of his shoulders, but AleXtreme was not about to let Kyle gain the advantage in this match again. AleXtreme had not recovered the strength necessary to lifted Kyle any higher than that, so he thought of another move he could do. Instead of lifting Kyle higher, he simply snapped his body backwards with Kyle on his shoulders. AleXtreme landed in a Samoan Drop, with the Freak absorbing most of the pain. The crowd was fully into the match again, cheering for the face. Kyle started writhing in pain while on the floor, holding his injured back. AleXtreme sat up, turned around, and looked at The Freak while he was in pain. He couldn’t help but smile at the fact that Kyle was damaged because of him. He rolled over to one knee, his eyes glued to Kyle. He then raised himself the rest of the way to his feet with some bad intentions for Kyle. He walked over to The Freak, who was now lying on his stomach, and grabbed him by his arm. AleXtreme quickly dropped to his side on the floor and put Kyle’s arm around his shoulders. He then wrapped his arms around Kyle’s face, and pulled in an upward direction, officially locking in the South Boarder Stretch! Immediately, The Freak screamed out in agony while his tenants were being stretched to their very limit. Donny: The South Boarder Stretch! This move can break your body into pieces! Johnny: I hope AleXtreme breaks our champion once and for all! After The Freak knew screaming wouldn’t help him get out of the devastating submission maneuver, he knew he had to find another way out. He started to squirm his way out of AleXtreme’s grip. AleXtreme, on the other hand, locked his hands tighter together and pushed up as far as Kyle’s human limit would allow. Kyle’s facial expression only showed a fraction of the true pain that was flowing through his upper body at the time. The Freak felt as though his arm was about to separate from his body altogether, and from the looks of it, it seemed that was becoming a reality. Unless the Freak broke up the move somehow, there was no way he could win the match. The Freak attempted to roll in the direction AleXtreme was pushing his arm, using his opponent’s momentum to release the hold. Kyle’s body started moving in his desired direction and began to feel relieved, but this comfort was only momentary as AleXtreme helped Kyle roll over. Once the rotation was complete, AleXtreme still had the South Boarder Stretch applied to The Freak. The Freak began to once again shout at the top of his lungs from the pain he was experiencing. The Freak was about to give up, but something possessed him to look up. When he did, he saw the bottom rope was only an arm’s stretch away. Kyle tried using his free arm to reach for the ropes, but he could not instantly reach it due to the awkward positioning of his arm. Kyle desperately started dig his hand into the mat and pull himself any amount of distance forward towards the ropes. He inched his way over to the ropes where he had a chance to survive longer in the match. AleXtreme went all in after realizing his submission would be forced to be called off. Thankfully for Kyle, he didn’t have to suffer from the submission hold for much longer, as his hand was able to reach the rope. AleXtreme let go of the hold and rolled off of his opponent, a look of dissatisfaction spread across his face. OOC: That’s all I’m going to have time to do. Oh Well. |
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| Bman | Apr 29 2007, 11:38 PM Post #4 |
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That dissatisfaction will be painted there for days to come. As AleXtreme looks to continue his offensive, Kyle Rieger ties him up and catches him in a small package! AleXtreme tries desperately to escape, but the clutches of the surprise pin are too much. 1. 2. 3. AleXtreme escapes right on the third count, praying he made it out in time. Unfortunately, the referee rules in Kyle Rieger's favor. Announcer: Your winner. KYLE "THE FREAK" RIEGER. |
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