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| Tom Tyco vs. Anthony Pelizzoli; THREE HOURS OF POWER - ROUND 2 - BRACKET | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 30 2007, 08:43 PM (141 Views) | |
| The Notorious PIC | Apr 30 2007, 08:43 PM Post #1 |
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THREE HOURS OF POWER - ROUND 2 - BRACKET C ------------------ 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. -------------- Tom Tyco -------------- The quick three-step musical talents of Chris Cornell blast through the speakers throughout the arena. Mind-blowing; absolute frenzy is all that can said about the people of this humble arena. In place, all swim with their own technique in "stroke." The three-step musical piece repeats. At the top of their lungs they push out the last shreds of oxygen in vocal manner. A third three-step ensues. In and out signs jive as to create a wave effect. The last of the three-steps sets up the song. If you take a life do you know what you'll give? Odds are, you won't like what it is When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me? By the merciless eyes of deceit? I've seen angels fall from blinding heights But you yourself are nothing so divine Just next in line ... Yes! He appears, top stage; body covered in pure darkness. Only his pure hues at the coincidental start of the song's chorus can send the embassy crumbling. His body still in shadow, one can only imagine what his appearance may contain. Patience is kindly rewards in the most unlikely way ... with a sudden deafening BOOM and bright pale flash. A single light adjusts itself upon this man of mystery. Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you The odds will betray you And I will replace you You can't deny the prize it may never fulfill you It longs to kill you Are you willing to die? The coldest blood runs through my veins You know my name Darkness hides itself at the rim of the lone light; a spotlight. The figure's formed stride holds steady without the slightest of miscue. Head sits upon his broad shoulders cocked forth into place, although slightly tilted forward. He walks in in his two satin black boots, laced from atop about mid-shin. The spotlight captures an image of itself reflecting from the gloss black plastic knee pads in several different perspectives in result of stride. Below the character's torso, his pure black trunks fit snug, all the while exposing his whole thighs. One can catch his signature symbol in crimson as he slithers on by them. His march halts; he quickly rolls himself into the ring. As he relinquishes himself to vertical base, his entrance music fades away. The prolific Hardcore Legend majestically stands amongst ropes. He cocks his head and shrugs his shoulders to warm up. Alas, the time has come. Silence drains. |
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| Tom Tyco | May 2 2007, 11:24 PM Post #2 |
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Upon one side of the firm canvas stands the title hungry Tom Tyco. Over the years, his tournament losses have come against the eventual winners of the tournaments, including the ever-popular Eagle, Organon (whom cashed in his opportunity to eventually become champion) and Tommy Dragon who never actually got his title shot but has the Three Hours of Power victory snugly written upon his proverbial resume'. No doubt in the former Intercontinental Champion's disappointed mind, this year will be the year that not one soul stands in his way to becoming PWA's premier champion: the way his deep blue eyes glare viciously toward Pelizzoli's own paints the picture of this thought. Anthony himself is no underdog by any means, having defeated the great Tom Tyco merely within the month. The way he carelessly rotates his shoulders like turbines and extends his arms in a wing-span fashion to rid of the last ounces of stiffness before the match shows that his confidence is at it's prime and yet, his eyes fail to overt from Tom's own as though there still may be a little uncertainty. The arm stretches are of course short lived once the seasoned veteran Tyco decides to take his place near the middle of the ring whilst positioning himself in a standing bowlegged poise. Anthony mocks his opponent's stance and the two uplift their planted feet to scuffle about the ring. The bell tolls in unison to their reeling dance thus allowing any actions to be on PWA's terms from this point on. Although the jostling is quite often, the eyes of the combatants have yet to unfreeze themselves from the evil glares they are trapped within. Every cycle of the bodies gravitates the fighters closer together until their faces can touch at will. A sudden stop followed by a thrust forth transpires into the common grapple-hold. Neither man has an easy challenge for their sizes are nearly identical, with Anthony's height slightly towering over Tyco's own. The extra three inches gives him enough leverage to muster a very slight advantage which would be that the lesser man's spine is slightly inverted. Never the less, the Hardcore Legend fights with a never die attitude while increasing the intensity of his hold thus allowing a moment of lapse where "The Don" loses his hold and composure. The lock-up evolves into the veteran gliding his shoulder downward along his Canadian native's rigid abdomen and wrapping his biceps around the kidneys. His legs spark with vigor, bulging with power to the domineer's quick lift of the opponent, but Mr. Pelizzoli is given enough time to lock his fists together and Double Ax Handle smash them into the back of his opponent's skull, causing Tom to drop his challenger and collapse onto his knees. Anthony's palms act as anchors pulling his vertebrate into a crease in favor of his fallen rival. He searches the thick air with his hands until he finds the back of Tom's skull in which he gently pushes toward his boots. Flashbulbs go on a frenzy streak, snapping the very moments of this previous Intercontinental Champion unwilling kissing a simple former Hardcore Champion's boots! This scene will no doubt make the page two headlines of "PWA: Online" this week as will the convenient grin plastered across "The Don's" commanding mandible. Donny: Look at that! Tom Tyco just kissed Anthony Pelizzoli's feet! Respect to The Don! Respect! Johnny: Yeah, respect my ass. Anthony basically pie-faced Tom into the boots. Look, Tom is not enjoying this at all! The harder this Canadian mob leader smashes his "worshiper" into his hard leather boots, the more pissed off Tom seems to become as shown by an electrifying and random writhe through his upper limbs. Alas, the victim focuses his energetic arms upon the canvas and jolts away from the unsanctioned area. His left fore-arm vigorously wipes the tingling lips east to west and a devilish expression drowns his pissed off face. Rage and anger taint the man through looks and through actions as he thrusts himself from the canvas, body stiff, and walks with a purpose toward the "clever" Anthony Pelizzoli. The aura of this robotic fighter becomes strong enough to push the counterpart to take one step back with every progressing step made toward him. Even some of the front row ticket-holders find fit to migrate one row further from the action in fear that this snapping human animal may turn on them, even though it is the fun-loving Tom Tyco. And why not? The man inflicts others with weapons just for fun, imagine what he would do if he wielded an item in this state. Unfortunately for him, this Hardcore Legend can not possess an outside item, but his fist will satisfy him just as well in this state; he cocks the right limb back. For a brief moment, the Canadian fighter shows no fear and stands tall before Tom, but this act of courage is short lived once it is set that the approaching warrior will not back down even the slightest. With the remaining courage bestowed within him after this stunt, Anthony decides he needs to lay the first punch to be sure not to get dismantled, and he does so directly in the right cheek. Tom's head cocks to the left with many screaming "Oooo!" as drops of saliva fling from his mouth and sweat bounces from his forehead, but this Man-Beast sets his head straight and guns his own balled fist into Anthony's jaw as though the shot taken was but a mere brush to the face. The jab gained much velocity in transporting to the chin, emitting a disgusting "SMACK!" upon collision and causing Pelizzoli to fall to one knee! With the adrenaline flowing through his veins, rage being it's catalyst, will Tom Tyco remain on his dominating streak or will the flame flicker out of him before it is too late for Anthony Pelizzoli? Stay tuned. Edit: A color code. |
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| Anthony Pelizzoli | May 4 2007, 11:15 AM Post #3 |
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The Don now balanced on a single knee, vulnerable to an attack from the Hardcore legend adjacent to himself. An attack, however, did not occur as the veteran allowed The Don to calmly stand at a vertical base. The aluminating grin between these two now grew stronger with a certain undetermined intensity to it. The two men had not faced eachother alot but they had known what the other was about. It had, after all, been just afew months ago when The Don beat Tom Tyco's stablemate Frank Evans for the Hardcore title. The Don had come into this fight expecting the same style of wrestler, after all they were a tag team. What The Don had seen so far, though, was nothing of the sort. Tom was a veteran and thus more calculated and technical. This was something that The Don should have been expecting, considering the hours of footage these two had probably watched on eachother. Tonight was no regular match, after all. Tonight these two men had the chance to move on in the Three Hours of Power tournament which could lead either man to their first World Heavyweight Championship reign. The two men now circled yet again, burning holes through eachother with their eyes. As hungry as The Don was for this win, however, Tyco's hunger almost certainly exceeded that. This would be The Dons first ever Three Hours of Power tournament while Tom had already been let down in three previously. In his mind, this was his year. The relative calmness of the circling was now broken as Tom's hunger took him over, he exploded into The Don with a Clothesline before laying afew right and left hooks onto his now floored opponent. Johnny: Well Donny, it looks like this one is going to turn into a brawl. Donny: That no good Tom Tyco is cheating! That is a closed fist dammit! Tyco now continued the assualt on his foe as The Don covered up, attemping to softed the blows being lowered onto him. Each fist hit harder and harder as The Don intelligently rolled under the ropes and out of the ring for a break, catching the breath he lacked earlier. Tyco did not give the rookie his rest this time, however, as he quickly rolled under the rope himself, chasing after The Don. The Don, seeing his attacker running with a purpose, began to run himself, jumping back into the ring qucikly. Tyco, reaching the same position, then jumped into the ring himself only to be met with a Kick To The Face. Tycos nose began to swell as blood soon began to pour from the apendage. The Don now tapped his index finger twice against his temple, telling the crowd that he was always thinking. The future was certainly bright for the young competitor, already at such a young age The Don had a ring presence that took most people years to attain. This was probably the reason he was recruited to The Untouchables, his unmistaken potential for the future. The Don now slowly picked up his experianced foe, throwing him into the corner of the ring. Tyco's bloody nose now began to bleed more profusely as The Don began to rip at it, squeezing it and tearing at his flesh with underhanded tactics that were certainly not legal. Johnny: What the hell? The Don is clawing at the mans nose, that MUST be stopped! Come on ref, do your damn job! Donny: What goes around comes around Johnny. Those closed fists from Tyco were illegal and now his karma has come back to haunt him. The Don now grabbed the back of Tycos head, lowering it slowly and then raising his knee into it with a High Knee. Tyco now fell to the floor, tasting his own blood which steadily dropped into his mouth. On a normal man this certainly would have signified a supreme disadvantage. Not to Tom, however. This man loved pain and The Don would soon find this out when he went to lift Tyco again. As The Don placed and unsuspecting hand on Tycos shoulder he was met with a quick headbutt. The Don now held his own face in disgust. Tycos blood was now all over The Dons face as he attemped to wipe it off quickly. Johnny: Wow, what a headbutt, Tyco is back into the match! Donny: NO! NO! NO! The Dons GQ good looks! His face is covered in Tycos disgusting blood! Tyco now jumped to a vertical base, wiping the blood off his own face with a look that resembled pleasure. Tyco was indeed a sick individual and his love for pain now gave him a distinct advantage. Tyco now walked towards The Don who swung vicious fists into Tycos face. These punches, however, were met with no reaction but a smile. The Dons eyes now popped wide open as he looked on to his seemingly pain immune opponent. Tyco now rammed The Don with a quick closeline. The Don was then up to his feet quickly only to be met by another. and then a third. The Don now got up one last time to be met by a Big Boot that instantly flattend him. The bloody Tyco now went for the cover, leaning over his downed opponent. 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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| Hajjhowe | May 6 2007, 05:09 PM Post #4 |
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THREE! The fans cheer as PWA's former IC champ slowly pushes himself up. The official helps as the ring announcer chimes in. Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, the Winner of this Match as a result of Pinfall, and moving onto the Third Round of the Three Hours of Power Tournament, Tom Tyco! The fans cheer again as Tyco tries to grab Pelizzoli's hand, but the Italian-Canadian refuses, rolling away and under the bottom rope as Tyco sighs, upset at being snubbed. He than turns back to the fans, giving them a thumbs up and posing a little before PWA head's backstage. |
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