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Piccie Smalls vs. La Sombra; THREE HOURS OF POWER - ROUND 2 - BRACKET
Topic Started: Apr 30 2007, 08:51 PM (98 Views)
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THREE HOURS OF POWER - ROUND 2 - BRACKET A


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Piccie Smalls
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Hypnotize by the Notorious BIG plays and outcomes Piccie Smalls. While drinking alcoholic beverages, he plays up to the crowd.




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La Sombra
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[The arena is left in darkness as the crowd lays silent for the much anticipated return of La Sombra. The Mexican flag emerges, flapping, on the PWAtron as the arena is engulfed in rhythmical Green, White, and Red strobe lights. The methodical, acoustic riffs of “Fruta Fresca” by the Carlos Vives, blasts over the loudspeakers!]

Announcer: Making his way to the arena at this time, “The Latin Prince”! A Former Hardcore Champion and former Tag Team Champion… He hails from just south of the border in Guerrero, Mexico by way of Mexico City, Mexicoooooooo…

Ese beso de tu boca
que me sabe a fruta fresca
que se escapo de tus labios
y se metio en mi cabeza
ese beso con que sueño
cuando las penas me acechan
que me lleva al mismo cielo
y a la tierra me regresa
que reza, reza, que reza
y aunque ya no tengas duda
que el recuerdo de sus besos
me lleve hasta la locura


[The riffs hasten as the strobe follows suit along side the beat.]

Announcer: He weighed in at a humbled two hundred and twelve pounds, and a timid Six feet and one inch tall! He made his professional debut at the youthful age of thirteen years old and made his American debut just four years ago. He proclaims to be the standard of Wrestling today…

si,si,si que este amor es tan profundo
que tu eres mi consentida
y que lo sepa todo el mundo

si,si,si que este amor es tan profundo
que tu eres mi consentida
y que lo sepa todo el mundo


[The beats return to it’s methodical tone as the strobes cut leaving the fans once again in total darkness. Spotlights illuminate the entrance way as Green, White, and Red smoke shoot up from the ramp...]

Announcer: He is the “The Mexican Maniac”, “The Man With Out Fear”, “Latino Fury Alive”…

que tu eres mi consentida
la niñita de mis ojos
la que me endulza la vida
la que calma mis enojos
la que se pone mas linda
cuando la llevo a una fiesta
esa que siempre en mi cama
con los angeles se acuesta



[The crowd explodes as the mask laden Superstar emerges from the entrance way; stepping out in front of the smoke . His head sways from side to side in cohesion with the music, cascading waves of water from his golden lockes from left to right. With glistening tights adorning the colors of the Mexican flag, metallic shin guards, black boots, and grey knee pads and wrist tape he slowly begins to raise his arms..]

si,si,si que este amor es tan profundo
que tu eres mi consentida
y que lo sepa todo el mundo

si,si,si que este amor es tan profundo
que tu eres mi consentida
y que lo sepa todo el mundo


Announcer: He is Laaaaaaaa Sooooooooooobrrraaaaaaaaa!

Pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffftttt

[Suddenly his arms snap out to his sides, as if reaching for the entirety of the Arena, as golden confetti explodes from the beneath the white smoke, completing the Mexican flag! He stands there, with arms outstretched, soaking in their cheers for him as the golden confetti rains down on to his head and shoulders. He makes his way down the ramp way, each step, with purpose, each step with meaning, each step bringing his eyes into a narrow glare for a ring that he hasn’t stepped into in nearly four year.]

y que digan en la radio
que yo te quiero de veras
que lo digan en los diarios
y despues en la novela
quiero un letrero que diga
que como tu no hay ninguna
que lo digan en la China
que lo digan en la luna


[Flipping over the top ropes, La Sombra makes his way to the center of the ring. After making his way to the middle turnbuckle he throws out his arms closing, his eyes and raising his head, appreciatively soaking in the applause as more confetti explodes from above the ring.]

si,si,si que este amor es tan profundo
que tu eres mi consentida
y que lo sepa todo el mundo

si,si,si que este amor es tan profundo
que tu eres mi consentida
y que lo sepa todo el mundo


[The music fades as La Sombra hands a Rosario to the stage hand and tests out the elasticity of the ropes.]

Donny: …Well that was subtle…

Johnny: No expense spared in that introduction. I’m getting word that three people lost power in their homes to supply enough juice for that entrance! I guess tonight we find out if La Sombra’s skill in that ring can match an entrance that has the fans on their feet.


Donny: I thought we had already reached our quota for Mexicans here.

Johnny: Ignorant comments aside, La Sombra started outhere almost four years ago, a rookie, at just the age of nineteen years old. He captured the Hardcore Title, and Tag Team Titles. Does he still have that flare he once possessed in the ring that had people talking about him for years?
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The house lights begin to dim causing the crowd to settle down, but not all their rumblings can be silenced for this second round installment in the 2007 Three Hours of Power tournament. This bout is a highly anticipated one featuring some of PWA’s youngest stars, the 23 year old La Sombra and the 21 year old Piccie Smalls. While the Latino Warrior may be the elder of the two men, he is certainly not considered the favorite. This is not to diminish his skills in any way as fans of the business will tell you how good he can be, but with that said, the money line would favor Piccie Smalls, who has held numerous PWA titles in his short stint with the company. After a quick and dominating first round victory of Adam Senton, many fans and experts are jumping on the Piccie Smalls bandwagon as a favorite to take home the prize. Another impressive victory tonight and it would be hard to argue against the Drunkard. While the Boozing Brawler soaks up the crowd reaction, his opponent solemnly stands in the opposite corner going through his prematch rituals, a few stretches and a calm breathing routine to focus on his energy on the task at hand. More than just a shot at the world title is on the line for the man from Mexico. Like each match he enters, he carries the pride of the De Hoyas wrestling family with him, something that means more than all the titles in the world. That pride and tradition which fuels him is in stark contrast to that of the Notorious PIC. It is hard for Mexican native to show respect for a man that so recklessly carries himself around and seems to fight for nothing but a paycheck to fuel his many vices. It is true the fans love this drunk, but do they really love him or is it out of sympathy? The answer is irrelevant to La Sombra. He will show no sympathy towards his opponent regardless of how much the fans love Smalls or himself. Tonight is not about the fans for La Sombra. Tonight is about moving one step closer to fulfilling a destiny, the day a great De Hoyas family member can call himself PWA World Heavyweight Champion.

DING DING DING

Despite the three chimes of the ring bell, Piccie Smalls continues to jab back and forth with the crowd. His back is turned to his opponent, who should be his main focus of attention. Instead, the former Intercontinental champion is more interested in the cute little blonde sitting in the front row. His conversation is cut short however by La Sombra, who charges up from behind and barrels Piccie chest first into the turnbuckle with a running dropkick. Before the Notorious PIC has a chance to turn around, La Sombra spins Smalls around and plows into him with a flurry of quick jabs and high kicks, all focusing on the chest and abdomen. Smalls has no time to think as the barrage continues to reign down him. Jab after jab, kick after kick, Smalls can do nothing but merely attempt to shield his body from this Mexican onslaught. Out of desperation, the Notorious PIC manages to lay his hand on the head of his opponent and he shoves the lighter weight man aside, giving him momentary relief from the blitzkrieg that was the start of the match. While the former Intercontinental champion attempts to regroup, he takes off his shirt revealing the cherry red whelps all across his chest. Again the Mexican Maniac comes hard towards Smalls, but this time, the Untouchables member sees him coming and sidesteps out of the way, or so he believes. Thinking he has outsmarted his opponent, Piccie Smalls turns around but is met with a stiff roundhouse kick that sends the salvia flying out of his mouth. Gasps fill the arena as many think La Sombra has just delivered a knockout blow within the first moments of the match. The drunkard stumbles around the ring, his brain struggling to function after the jarring blow. A glossy look covers his eyes and it is not just from the alcohol he has consumed. To Smalls, the whole arena is spinning; no cognitive thought can be processed. Finally, he collapses into the waiting arms of his opponent. Wasting no time, the Latin Prince throws one of Smalls’ arm over his head and then whips his opponent to the mat with a back-cracking Snap Suplex. La Sombra’s face is shielded by a mask featuring the colors of his native Mexico, but underneath, he is cracking a smile. He pauses for moment, not just to catch a breath, but to soak it all in. The atmosphere and the electricity from the crowd mix in with the adrenaline rushing through his veins each time he inhales. Strands of blonde hair sway down in front of his eyes as he gazes down at his opponent and then up at the screaming fans showing their approval of the in ring action. With his brief moment of self indulgence coming to an end, La Sombra dashes towards the ropes. Leaping upward, the luchadore springs off the second rope and moonsaults towards his downed drunken competitor. There is one problem though, Piccie’s knees are up. The Latin Prince can do nothing but prepare for impact as his torso comes crashing down on Smalls’ raised knees, knocked the air right out of his lungs as if he we hit with a bat.

This was just the opportunity the Notorious PIC had been waiting for. Since the beginning of the match, he had endured wave after wave of offense from La Sombra with little or no chance of even mounting any kind of counter attack. Now, with the man from Guerrero Mexico on the mat clutching his breadbasket, Smalls can finally begin his attack. Slowly, the Wasted Warrior picks himself off the mat. He grabs hold of La Sombra’s ankle and starts to lift the leg into the air. He keeps lifting until almost three quarters of the cruiserweight’s body is off the mat and then he violently slams Sombra’s knee into the canvas. The Notorious PIC follows through, driving his boot into the back of the previously targeted knee. La Sombra grabs hold of his wounded body part thriving in pain but Smalls wrestles away his grip and once again slams the knee back into the mat. The Notorious PIC leaps up into the air; elbow extended, and comes down violently with the elbow landing dead center on the injured knee of his opponent. His actions start to draw a few scattered boos from the crowd who want to see a fast paced, action packed match, but for once, Piccie ignores the fan reaction. He knows this is his best course of action. The Man Without Fear is known for his speed so what better way to ground a speedster than to take out one of his wheels. Unlike the cruiserweight Piccie faced in the first round, he won’t simply be able to overpower his opponent. La Sombra is too smart and too quick for that strategy to work; therefore, he must be grounded. The Notorious PIC moves the focus of his attack up the body of La Sombra, this time directing his kicks towards the lower back. Each boot drives itself into the kidneys of the Mexican, softening him up for things yet to come. The former Intercontinental champion picks his bruised opponent off the mat and lifts him up. Smalls tucks the body of his opponent underneath his right arm and holds it perpendicular to his own before performing a Sidewalk Slam, making sure the bulk of the force is concentrated on the kidney area of La Sombra. A sense of accomplishment flares up inside of Smalls but this is no time for gloating. Normally, Smalls would take this time to grab a beer, but not this time. He uncharacteristically continues his assault. Grabbing the legs of his opponent, the motives behind all of Smalls’ previous attacks on the knee and lower back of La Sombra become clear. One ankle is tucked behind the wounded knee of La Sombra and Piccie Smalls arches backward performing a textbook Texas Cloverleaf. Massive amounts of pressure surge into the body of the Latin Prince to where it is converted into pain, with especially high concentrations in his injured knee and lower back. The screams coming out of the Mexican’s mouth let Smalls know he’s doing some damage, but not enough. La Sombra refuses to submit, his will is too strong. Smalls arches back some more to apply an even greater amount of torque and thus an even greater amount of pain. The fans in the stands begin raising to their feet, anticipating La Sombra to submit, and it just might happen. The look on the luchadore’s face is like no other. His eyes grow wide as golf balls as he desperately tries to endure the pain. He tries to push himself off the mat to relieve some of the pressure, but his attempts are ill-fated. Piccie Smalls just weighs too much. His only hope stands mere inches away, his salvation comes in the form of the ring ropes, but at this point, even La Sombra himself is doubting if he can make it. His will is strong but so is the pain.
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Praise be to Piccie!!! The greatest of all time




PWA ACCOMPLISHMENTS
Champion of the Universe
World Champion
2007 Three Hours of Power Winner
Intercontinental Champion
European Champion (greatest ever)
Tag Team Champion (w/ Tommy Dragon)
Hardcore Champion(2)
Fastest rising star in PWA History; retired as #1
Career record upon retirement: 34-10-1
Future Hall of Famer :shifty
Winner of all the 2005 awards by default (polls deemed racist by NAACP)
Winner of all the 2007 awards by default (voting once again deemed racist by NAACP)
Best RPer because I kick ass
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Desperate, he reaches for the ropes, yet the harder he overextends his two limbs in search of refuge, the more pain resonates through his body. He looks left. He looks right. There truly is nowhere to turn to, as with the drunkard probably too inebriated to understand remorse, he taps.

DING DING DING!

Hypnotise” by the Notorious BIG hits the arena as, rather slurred in his manners, Piccie Smalls releases his submission and stands up tall. The referee is soon over to raise his hand – perhaps also keeping the man vertical – but suddenly, he breaks away. Stumbling towards the ring ropes he raises both arms high, the crowd going wild as they watch the victor, trying collectively to exit the ring but instead, tumbles.

Ring Announcer: The winner of this match and advancing to the Semi-Finals of the Three Hours of Power Tournament – PICCIE SMALLS!
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