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| Tweet Topic Started: May 6 2007, 10:47 PM (330 Views) | |
| Vegeta | May 6 2007, 10:47 PM Post #1 |
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Main Event Non-Title Match P.Y vs. AleXtreme Triple 6 vs. Alex Giltinane THREE HOURS OF POWER - ROUND 3 - BRACKET A Piccie Smalls vs. Kamikaze Kid THREE HOURS OF POWER - ROUND 3 - BRACKET B Kalevala vs. Julio Guerrera THREE HOURS OF POWER - ROUND 3 - BRACKET C Kyle Rieger vs. Tom Tyco Non-Title Match Razer vs. Black Dragon Blake Frost vs. Jeff McKarney La Sombra vs Kendo Non-Title Match Indystar vs. Anthony Pelizzoli Hardcore Rules Frank Evans vs. Adam Senton |
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| Black Dragon | May 6 2007, 11:03 PM Post #2 |
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After the usual introductory video the television viewers are then treated to a highlight package from last week, featuring some of the more memorable moments. Towards the end, however, highlights are shown from the strange Black Dragon vs Julio Guerrera match. In what seemed like a victory for Black Dragon, Julio somehow pulled off a stunt that was enough to turn the momentum and win the match. The camera then cuts to a masked, but clearly disgruntled Black Dragon, standing by with "Mean" Gene Oaklerund. There is a soft cheer from the crowd. Gene As you just saw- Black Dragon: I know what I just saw.... Gene: Any thoughts then? Black Dragon: No, I am not going to stand here and rant. Gene: Many of your fans think that was a cheap and lucky move by Julio. Black Dragon: Perhaps. Gene: Well...I- Black Dragon: Don't stress yourself. I'm going to make this clear as best as I can Julio. Since I think Kalevala will win easily and send you packing, I'm going to issue you a challenge....no...Call you out. At Three Hours of Power....In that very ring... He draws a pop from the crowd. Black Dragon: I want a 2/3 falls match...no wait...Make that an Inferno...actually...... The crowd issues another soft yell before going silent again. Black Dragon: ...An Inferno 2/3 falls match. Before saying anything else, Black Dragon smirks at the camera behind his mask and quietly leaves. Leaving the legendary commentator alone as usual for his sign-off. But instead of signing off, a figure appears next to Mr. Oaklerund where the camera was not poised before. It is none other than Tom Tyco! Gene and Tom commence in an evil stare down until the reason of the arrival is revealed. With as much power in his voice he can muster, Tom shouts ... Tom Tyco: ... DAMN! NOW the camera fades into nothing. |
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| Vegeta | May 6 2007, 11:39 PM Post #3 |
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As the scene with Black Dragon fades, we find ourselves in the parking lot. Marching towards the camera is none other than the PWA Owner- Vegeta. With a microphone in hand, Michael Cole races up to him. Michael Cole: Boss, where have you been? You weren't around last Monday. Vegeta: Last week I had a personal issue to deal with in New Jersey. Lets just say, after all these problems with my son, it has finally caused some tension within our family that I had to fix. Michael Cole: Well we weren't able to get your reaction last week, so let me ask you: How did you feel after what P.Y and Razer did in that match you made between them? Vegeta: I never put it past them. As much as it infuriated me at the time, I've moved on and have looked past it. If I can't force my enemies to beat the hell out of each other, I'll just have to do so myself. Michael Cole: Well after your grueling tag match two weeks ago, how is your physical condition? You and Triple 6 took a pretty good beating in that match. Vegeta: Taking off last week helped me a whole lot. Steele and Julio Guerrera were once tag champion and clearly know how to work well together. Trips and I put on the fight of our lives, fighting for the PWA name. We came out with a victory and I couldn't be any happier. You know, forming my group to protect PWA has been a success so far. It seems as if ever since I've started it, there have been less and less problems. Michael Cole: Well regardless of what those two factions have or haven't done, come this Sunday, you'll be going toe to toe with the World Champion. Thoughts? Vegeta: Well we all know what P.Y has done to me in the past. Yes, he's beaten me in our last two encounters, but mark my words Cole. The fire burning inside of me is like a wildfire. It's getting bigger and bigger as each day goes on. The Champion will feel the wrath of The Showstopper. Come this Sunday, I'm taking back what is mine. I plan on doing whatever it takes to overcome the odds, just as I've made a career out of doing. Michael Cole: The numbers are against you Vegeta. What have you done to improve yourself so that you have a better chance against P.Y? Vegeta: I'm never one for excuses, but check the tapes. Last year, he beat me because Dave Cordell. Earlier this year, he beat me because the night before I had just gone through a war with Steele in a Hell in a Cell match. After that rough match two weeks ago, I've relaxed my body and I'm going into this Sunday 100%. Michael Cole: Are you at all worried about WAR? After all, P.Y did turn his back on you to join up with them. Do you think they'll play any part in this match? Vegeta: Like I said, WAR has been pretty quiet for the past few weeks. Ever since the formation of The Untouchables, I dunno, maybe they realized they're no match for us. If they're smart, they'll keep their asses backstage because they know once they hit the ring, my team will right behind them ready to have my back. Michael Cole: And Steele's stable? Vegeta: Steele and his little buddies will be at the hospital. After Triple 6 gets done with Steele earlier in the night, he'll be taken out in an ambulance and his friends will all be at his bedside in the hospital. Look, I'm not worried about anything or anyone. I'm going into this match, finally, with a clear mind and a healthy body. P.Y in for the fight of his life and I plan on doing whatever it takes to become a four time World Champion! Now if you'll excuse me. The Icon walks away from the Cole and into a door which leads him to the backstage area. Cole: Well you heard it straight from the man, he's ready to go! |
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| The Jesus | May 6 2007, 11:58 PM Post #4 |
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Milk was a bad choice.
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The camera opens to the ring. Julio Guerrera, one of the two THoP Block B finalists, stands in the center of it. To his side stands a mystery man. It is Mario Woosey! Mario Woosey: ”Julio, we just heard the challenge from Black Dragon. He's demanding you face him at Three Hours of Power in a Two Out of Three falls Inferno Match!” The fans mildly pop at the thought of such an extreme match. Julio Guerrera keeps his eyes fixated on the wimpy figure of Mario Woosey's. It's obvious that Julio has no idea who is standing next to him. Julio Guerrera: ”Who.. who ARE you?” Mario Woosey: ”Mario.. Mario Woosey..” Julio Guerrera: ”Riiiight.. and you've been with PWA for how long?” Mario Woosey: ”Years now. Is this really important?” Julio Guerrera: ”...” Mario Woosey: ”...” Mario Woosey: ”Black Dragon?” Julio Guerrera: ”Right.” Mario Woosey: ”Do.. do you accept?” Julio Guerrera: ”No.” Julio Guerrera: ”....” Mario Woosey: ”... Why not?” Julio Guerrera: ”Because the match is fundamentally flawed! It is retarded and Black Dragon is retarded for even suggesting it! An Inferno match is bad enough. You get burned in this match, Woosey. Badly. I'm talking second or third degree here, Woosey. You can't just get those kinds of burns and continue wrestling to get burned again! So no, Dragon. Suckadee.” Mario Woosey: ”And what about your match tonight? Against Kalevala, your own WAR member?” A smirk appears on Julio's face, one that is broken only by a sly laugh. Julio Guerrera: ”He's a good soldier, Woosey. He'll do what any good soldier would do.” And on cue, ”The Wizard” by Black Sabbath hits. |
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| Black Dragon | May 7 2007, 12:03 AM Post #5 |
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(OOC: Well, no one really got burned in the WWE, but I digress.) Mysty Edit - Kayfabe, nigga. Actually, if I do lose to Kal this week and if my other planned match doesn't go through, I'll gladly face you. Just not with such retarded stips. |
![]() PWA Accomplishments: Author of the best commentary line used in a match. (Anthony Pelizzoli/Black Dragon vs Heaven and Hell) Beat Triple 6 (OOC: He jobbed. )Participated in the longest match in PWA history. (Black Dragon vs Tsunami) | |
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| Kalevala | May 7 2007, 05:00 PM Post #6 |
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As if it were in some way pre-planned, the harmonic Black Sabbath tune known as 'The Wizard', signalled the arrival of the PWA Commonwealth Champion, the Shining Star of War, the one and only, Kalevala. Interrupting the leader of the War pack mid-sentence, the change of pace was acknowledged by quite a reaction from the crowd, even though it was rather mixed. On one hand Julio was being shut up, but on the other hand they had to now deal with Kalevala. Doing away with the usual fanfare accompanying his entrance, the smirking Kalevala made his way down to the ring already in his ring attire, with the Commonwealth Gold wrapped firmly around his waist. From within the ring Julio Guerrera looked down at Kalevala and smirked a bit himself, as the Kennin Warrior slipped into the ring. Before turning and answered Julio's remarks, the Northlander turned to the audience and climbed to the second turnbuckle, raising his hands high in the air. The crowd's reaction was once again mixed, as Kalevala turned and bounced back to the center of the ring. As the roar of the audience died down, the Mystery Man walked towards his WAR leader Julio Guerrera, as well as a mystery man in his own right, Marvio Woodley...or whoever was holding the mic. Kalevala approached the microphone. Kalevala: Now wait just a darn second Mr. Guerrera! You've chosen a very specific set of words that I need a bit of clarification on.... Interupting the Kennin Clansman, was the shadowy figure of an interviewer, eager to stick his beak where it didn't belong. Mario Woosey: Why welcome Kalevala, now what is your opinion on the - Kalevala turned to the timid newsman with a look of complete confusion. Kalevala: Now who in the kite-flying-christ are you? Mario Woosey: .... Mario Woosey: My name is Mario Woosey. Kalevala: Who is this man? Julio Guerrera: *shrugs* Mario Woosey: I do interviews for PWA. Kalevala: ... Mario Woosey: I've been here longer than you. Kalevala:... Julio Guerrera:... Kalevala: Just hold the mic. Anways, like I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted. Mr. Guerrera...you just said a few things that I think necessitate a response from yours truly. Let me refresh the memory of our gold-fish like audience, you said "He's a good soldier, Woosey. He'll do what any good soldier would do." Now...if you mean to compare myself to you, then I agree. Last week we both did what any good soldier would do...we went out to battle hard fought matches, and managed to slay ourselves a couple of Dragons. Even though the Tommy variety is a much more rare and fierce breed than the Black variety, and perhaps a lesser man wouldn't have escaped with a win, I'm not necessarily saying you are a lesser man. Kalevala had a big grin across his face as he spoke these words. Kalevala: However, if you mean to say that like a good soldier I will obey orders and just lay down for my leader...then you're DEAD wrong. Kalevala lost the grin on his face, and lessened the gap between himself and Julio. Kalevala: Don't get me wrong, I respect you. Indeed tonight we shall see honour amongst thieves to the fullest extent. However, need I remind you that the World Title is not the only championship you've never had...Sir. Suddenly again a member of WAR is interupted by music kicking in over the sound system. This time however, it is "Search and Destroy" by Iggy Pop and the Stooges. Both Kalevala and Julio Guerrera cocked their heads to the side, looking up at the entrance area. |
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| Kyle The Freak Rieger | May 7 2007, 07:01 PM Post #7 |
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The loud and brash punk music fills the Hinkle Fieldhouse, the crowd is ready to erupt, they all know who's coming out next, and they are ready to give him a proper Indiana welcome. Out from the curtains steps Kyle “The Freak” Rieger, and as usual the arena fills up with boos. Kyle acts like he doesn't even hear them, instead he stands up by the entrance ramp, lights up a cigarette, and then starts to strut into the ring. He's dressed tonight in a bright red suit and tie with a green shirt, its an outfit that only a pimp or Jim Cornette could love. He carries his haliburton in his right hand, the Intercontinental title is wrapped across his waist, and he begins to strut towards the ring. He stops just outside, points his fingers, and fires at each corner as they erupt into flames. He stops to shake the hand of Donny Thunder before grabbing a chair, pulling it up to the ring, and climbing on it to get into the ring. He shakes hands with Kal both men say something to each other, then erupt in laughter. He walks over to Julio, gets a handshake out of him, and Julio immediately slaps Kyle's cigarette away. Kyle merely shrugs his shoulders before turning again, and looking puzzled at Mario. He gets a Mic and wants to speak before being cut off. Mario: Mr. Rieger what about your opinion on the matters at... Kyle: Who in the bloody hell are you? Mario: I'm Mario Woosey, backstage interviewer, you know. Don't tell me you've never heard of me either Kyle:.... Mario: I work with Mitchell Cole Kyle:..... Mario: I talked with you this morning. Kyle: Shut up, honestly, no one know or cares who you are. Now back onto business boyos, it seems like we are having some problems or dissension in the ranks here. I don't know why, but I've got to say we all need to man up right now. I may have not beaten Tommy Dragon, or Black Dragon last Monday, but I did bring my NES out and beat Double Dragon. Men, we are WAR, we fight, but we are also brothers. Julio I may say it all the time, but you brought me back to this scumhole daddy, you told me we were going to bring wrestling back to the people. These fans don't care about any of us still, despite the fact that the three of us in the ring, Maria doesn't count, and P.Y. put on the best damn matches that they will ever see. And there is nothing right now that they'd like to see more than us breaking up internally over something petty and stupid. Julio and Kalevala look towards each other and nod their heads in near unison. Kyle: I know I'd be doing a damn disservice to myself, and to every true wrestling fan out there in the world today, if I let that happen. Lets all face it tonight, we've all got tough matches, I've got The Pick Tom Tyco, I mopped the floor with you at Massacre, and I'll gladly do it tonight just to show you that you don't mess with the greatest grouping of Wrestlers ever assembled. You two may have to face one and other, but think of it this way, we are brothers, and every once in awhile brothers have to blow off some steam and fight with one another. Might as well get it outta your system now, then let it all build up. And I'll see the winner in the finals daddy, WOOOO. Julio: Hell, you're right, we don't need to fight over this, we've got another opportunity to show the world what WAR can do. Julio extends his hand to Kalevala, Kalevala grasps it firmly, and they shake to the Clapping of Kyle Rieger. Mario: And there you all have it, WAR will continue to be together for a... Kyle runs towards Mario, extends his right arm, tilts it back slightly, and slams it forward into Mario's chest with a Lariat, sending him down to the mat. Julio: You should've left the ring when you had a chance, everyone out there, just remember one simple thing. All Three: WE ARE WAR "The Second Coming" by Juelz Santana ft. Just Blaze begins to fill the arena as all three men take their leave of the ring. Medical personal come out to check on Mario, and boos shower the three members of WAR as they head back up the ramp. All three pause at the top, Freak raises his haliburton, Kalevala raises both his arms, and Julio pounds his chest. |
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| Jeff Mckearney | May 8 2007, 04:39 PM Post #8 |
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After a couple matches go by, the pojotron is filled with the image of two men, standing nearly chest-to-chest with one another, if men is what you can call them. The two indivudals are more like genetic freaks then men, both weighing around 270 pounds and both standing well over 6 feet tall. The two men are none other than AleXtreme and Jeff Mckearney who appear to be in a heated argument. AleXtreme: "Last week proves nothing! I'm still the better man." Jeff: "If you didn't realize... You lost last week! While, I came out victorious." AleXtreme: "Yeah by DQ, anyone can win by disqualification. I took Razer to the limit last week and almost had the hardcore title in my grasp. How many title shots have you had?" Jeff(getting more and more irritated): "Title shots? My skills speak for themselves! I' ve only lost twice in my entire career here in PWA and one of those times, I wasn't even pinned!" AleXtreme(Souding Unimpressed): "Yeah, but you've only had like 10 matches. How is that a good judge of your skills and who have you beaten that actually has held a title before. Alex Giltinane, Frank Evans. Come on. Everyone's beaten them!" Jeff's face seems to get redder and redder as the argument continues, his anger clearly rising to the surface. Jeff: "Well, tonight I'm facing a former World Champion and I'll prove to you that I can beat the best!" AleXTreme: "Yeah, I'll do one better, I'm facing the current World Champion! And I'll prove to you that I'm better!" Both men turn opposite ways down the hallway and storm off, trying to calm themselves down before their respective matches. OORP: I tryed anyways. My promo skills need alot of work.... |
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| Razer | May 8 2007, 08:19 PM Post #9 |
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"they put me against BLACK DRAGON?" the junkie throws a nearby folded steel chair in his locker room at a member of the pwa road crew "BLACK FUCKING DRAGON? WHAT AM I, CURTAIN JERKER NOW?" The junkie looks for something else to throw at the stage hand and continues to swear loudly not caring that there are young children in the audience "For fucks sake, black fucking dragon, even my faeces could outwrestle him" Johnny: CUT TO COMMERCIAL!!! |
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| Bman | May 8 2007, 09:22 PM Post #10 |
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WHO'S YOUR DADDY? by Lordi plays through the arena, signalling to the fans that it is time for Bman to make his entrance. Him and his posse of little people run down the ramp and dive into the ring. Bman grabs a mic. Bman: It took a long time, huh? (Pause for cheers). Bman: First of all, I would like to thank God for giving me the opportunity to own little people. I want to thank the FedEx family for delivering my children much like a doctor in a delivery room, the PWA organization for giving me an office to deliver my children to, the box makers for their fine product my children were delivered in, and all you beautiful fans for supporting me. (Pauses for cheers). Bman: Most of all, I'd like to thank your mom, my friends, and my loved ones for their support. I want to give my appreciation to Vegeta and the late Jace. Jace was a great manager. He was a great friend to me. I love you, Jace. I wish you were here. (Pauses for cheers). Bman: Lou Brock was the symbol of great base stealing. But today... I'm the greatest of all time. Thank you. This confuses all the fans in the arena besides a few savvy baseball fans who realize this speech has been stolen and edited. |
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| The Notorious PIC | May 11 2007, 02:54 PM Post #11 |
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(The following takes place after Piccie's THoP match) Piccie Smalls has packed his bags and is exiting the arena, in hand is a bottle of rum that he sips on slowly. As he turns the corner, he runs into the four little people of Bman's Mini-Posse. He tries to sidestep them, but each time one of the midgets blocks his way. Finally, Mini-Juilo speaks up. Mini-Julio: We wanna challenge you to a drinking contest! Mini-Bman shakes his head approvingly and makes chugging motions. Piccie: What? That's absurd. You're like 2 feet tall. I could out drink you all and not even be the slightest bit tipsy. Mini-Julio: No no no! Don't go. We'll make it worth your while. Here's the deal. You take a shot and we'll each take a turn taking a shot with you. If you out drink us all, we'll give you 500 bucks. Mini-Vegeta looks shocked at the amount of money. He's a little hesistant but Mini-Bman slaps him on the back of the head to get him to go along with the plan. Mini-Steele flashes the green towards Smalls. Piccie: 500 bucks? Hell yeah. That's easy money right there. Let's do it! Smalls and the midget gang construct a makeshift table and seats...well, a seat for Smalls. For the midgets, the seat acts as a footstool. Each person pulls out a bottle except for Mini-Vegeta. Piccie: Ok, what's everyone drinking? Mini-Julio (while putting on a sombrero and pancho): Tequila! Piccie: Hahaha! Mexicans. Mini-Steele: Whiskey Mini-Bman doesn't talk but holds up a bottle of vodka. Mini-Vegeta: Wine coolers! The whole group (minus mini-vegeta): WINE COOLERS? GAY Piccie: Hell no. No wine coolers here. You're drinking my rum. Piccie grabs the wine coolers and tosses them away. The contest begins and first in line is Mini-Steele. Both he and Piccie pour their shots and down them with relative ease. Next up is Mini-Julio. Right before he steps up, he gets an offer from a guy in a pick up truck to mow his lawn, but the little Mexican refuses. He pours a shot of tequila and downs it with no trouble. Mini-Vegeta steps up to the table as Piccie pours the little guy a shot of rum. The two take the shot but Mini-Vegeta walks away coughing. Piccie: Pansy Up to bat next is Mini-Bman. He pours a shot of vodka and takes it, but he ends up pouring it all over himself seeing that he is wearing a mask. Piccie: Woah Woah Woah! That doesn't count. You either drink it or you guys lose. Still silent, Mini-Bman looks around the room before a light goes off in his head. He pours another shot and the reaches around to his back pocket. Out comes a crazy straw that must at least be a foot long with multiple loops of different colors. He inserts the straw and begins to suck. Several minutes later, he finally finishes the shot. The competition goes on for another round until Mini-Vegeta is up for his 2nd shot of rum. He takes it and begins to step off the chair but instead of stepping down normally, he loses his balance and falls off. Mumbling jibberish, he just rolls around before passing out. Piccie: HA! He lasted two shots! Easy money! Mini-Julio: Don't get your hopes up. Everyone knows he's a lightweight. You still got all three of us The competition proceeds after Mini-Vegeta is hauled off with possible alcohol posioning. EMTs on the scene also suggested immediate surgery to reattach his manhood. Shot after shot, the midgets are holding their own with Piccie Smalls is down to his last shot from his handle of rum. He can barely sit up in the chair. Piccie(noticably drunk): Wha...fuzzle da uh....how da heeeelll dids you guys last dis longah? Hahaha! He's a mexican! SombreroooooooO!!!!!!! Piccie Smalls falls out of the chair flat on his face and enters the deep slumber the comes with drunkeness. The three remaining little people, who don't seem fazed by the beverages at all, look down at him. Mini-Bman pokes Smalls with a stick to make sure he's passed out. Mini-Steele: He's out cold. All three mini-men peel off the wrappers from their bottles and place the bottles beside Piccie revealing they had been drinking Iced tea and Water all along. Mini-Julio: Take his wallet. Let's go to the titty-bar. Mini-Steele bends down and takes out a wad of cash from Piccie's jeans. The three little men leave the scene. Seconds later, Mini-Bman returns with a Sharpie in his hand. He bends over Piccie's face and starts scribbling. He walks way giggling as the camera zooms in on a penis drawn on Piccie's forehead. |
HALL OF SMALLS![]() 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 ![]() 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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| Razer | May 11 2007, 07:30 PM Post #12 |
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For some reason TDW is backstage, he see's the floored piccie and his face light up with delight TDW: TDW HUNGRY, TDW EAT PICCIE SMALLS (ringside) Donny: oh dear, i'd sure hate to be piccie smalls right about now ooc: had to do it pic, couldn't resist haha |
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| P.Y | May 12 2007, 10:16 AM Post #13 |
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Before any actual live action commences, be it a wrestling match or somebody simply running their mouth off, the PojoTron lights up with an image labelled “Two Weeks Ago”. The image itself? An empty ring, surrounded by the many fans that made up the Cam Henderson Centre crowd. They seem to be in somewhat of a lively mood as they yell at the top of their lungs, mangled screams of joy and elation merging to create your typical PWA Live atmosphere – that is, until the sounds of “Bad Horsie” by Steve Vai hits the arena with sheer power, in turn altering an upbeat atmosphere into an environment of depression and negativity. Welcome the English Monster, P.Y, to your television screens. Marching out to his brand new beat, he dons a shirt that spells out three letters of the alphabet – WAR – whilst also sporting somewhat of a sly looking smirk, creeping slowly up the right hand side of his cheek. But he is not alone. No, behind the behemoth, clinging to the spotlight that shines down upon the PWA World Champion stands not only Julio Guerrera – holding a briefcase, for some reason - but the entire faction known as “War and Revolution”. Each and every one of them seem rather content as they stalk the almost seven footer, following his journey towards the ring amidst the conflicting sounds of guitar solos and heavy jeering; it truly is insanity, just as the television show’s name suggests. The remaining members of WAR stand back when P.Y reaches the ring apron, allowing the champion all the space he needs to reach up, grab the top rope and hoist himself inside the ring. Only when inside do they enter. Only then does the rest of the group slide inside the ring when the lights return, when the English Monster snatches the microphone from hands of the Ring Announcer and brings it up to his lips. He would begin speaking straight away, but before his lungs can even take a deep enough breath to muster out any words, a chant from within the front rows of the crowd catches his ear - “You sold out”. With each chant, its volume begins to slowly increase, louder, even louder, up until the point the World Champion himself can take no more. P.Y: Wait a minute … I sold out? No-no-no, I did the complete opposite. True or not, nobody seems to care. The end of his sentence commences another round of booing as the English Monster seems to chuckle to himself, briefly turning to look at Julio, to look at the other members of WAR, pulling the microphone to his mouth once again. He walks directly to the side of the ring, seemingly addressing the select members of the crowd who chant such words with an intense stare pasted upon his face. P.Y: Selling out would mean joining the rest of those brown-nose freaks who call themselves “Untouchables”. Selling out would consist of me making myself accepted by mainstream society, increasing my mass appeal to the general public - something I perhaps did at PojoCade. Everybody cheered me then. They idolised me, perhaps even loved me. Hell, I bet up until last week that even you were cheering me on, chanting my name at the top of your lungs without ever second guessing that I was simply pulling the wool over your eyes. But now look at you. Now you hate me, ever since the instant I made things obvious, the second I began sticking up for what I believed in. That’s not selling out - that’s simply doing what is right. Selling out gets you nowhere in life … well, I guess it does have its fair share of advantages. Before he finishes his sentence, the English Monster begins to pat the gold that is wrapped securely around his waist. Doing so only incites the crowd even more, the volume of their resentment increasing by the second. P.Y: But selling out isn’t the only way to acquire gold, nuh-uh. Cast your minds back to the year 2004 – a year that I spent many a day away from the ring due to the fact I had no contract with this company. Do I hear you ask what was I doing in that time? Making money, that’s what. I invested every penny I earned from this business wisely, making smart decisions, making smart investments they paid off not simply ‘well’, but phenomenally. I became a multimillionaire in less than a year, all because of smart decisions and the business like mind that I possess. And then suddenly, guess who wants calls me? Vegeta. Guess who wants me back inside a PWA ring again? Vegeta. Guess who wants me back on PWA television again? Vegeta. What’s different about me now from earlier in the year? Oh yeah, I forgot – the millions of pounds sitting in my bank account, that’s what. Like I said, I was a “Vital Asset”, something the likes of wrestling federations around the world would crave to possess for themselves; but I decided to return to a place I call home. I came back to the Alliance and picked up from where I left off, but even as I continued to reign at the top of the proverbial ladder, it soon became apparent why my services were in desperate need. Falling ratings. Terrible PPV buy-rates. I wasn’t brought back to help the company through its worst ever slump by appearing on TV, but instead by injecting my money back into the business that 9 months earlier tossed me out of the door without even telling me why. And for what? A decent push? Another World Title run? No, absolutely nothing. NOTHING. I had the power in my hands with all the money in the world flooding my pockets, everybody around me, clinging to my ankles, wanting a little piece for themselves. But did I give in to demands? No. Did I let the company that stole my job also steal my money? No. Instead I did what I did, only for the company instead to not steal my well earned gold, but instead almost steal my life. After the whole ordeal between the English Monster and the Iconic Legend, Showtime, everybody knows that it wasn’t Vegeta or the PWA behind the infamous shooting that took place at PojoCade IV. JOHNNY: Now even I can safely say that that is bullshit. Pure bullshit, Donny. Everybody knows that the whole shooting was a personal vendetta spurring from Showtime’s uncontrollable emotions – it was proven last year - so for him to believe that it was a whole ‘conspiracy’ created by the PWA then he needs to get his head checked. As the crowd continues to boo, P.Y turns to face the other members of WAR whilst sporting a cocky smile upon his jaw. P.Y: I got shot, my money went down the drain, I became bankrupt – you all know the story inside out. But like they say, “the grass is always greener on the other side”. “There’s light at the end of the tunnel” … but in actual fact, it wasn’t light at the end of my tunnel but instead Wrestling and Revolution. What could they offer that nobody else in the Pojo Wrestling Alliance ever could? In that space of time, Julio finally pulls up the suitcase in his hand, unlocking the object and wrenching open to reveal – money. Heaps and heaps of money. P.Y: That’s right – Money. Riches. Gold. They could supply me all the cash in the world to guarantee me my return to the top, guiding me back onto the track of exceeding wealth and prosperity once again. And for what, my services? Everybody knows that two heads are better than one, that working together to provide a solution to the problem is a much more sufficient course of action. So how could I refuse? If it means that you people hate me, then so be it – if you were dumb enough to ever cheer me, then you deserve it. Such harsh words to the people in attendance creates a sudden negative atmosphere – a common one at that – as the jeers, the boos, the hisses are aimed and fired towards the squared circle. Smiling, the behemoth unfastens the belt that clings to his waist, placing the object over his shoulders as he rubs the gold’s surface with one hand. P.Y: But as precious as all this money may be, there is truly only one piece of gold that possesses a priceless value – the PWA World Championship. An item cherished so much by this industry that people sometimes do crazy things to gain possession of it – so perhaps you could call me crazy. Me, the English Monster, a man with one of the world’s worst reputations in this business, playing the company owner for a fool by thinking I could forgive him for what he and his business stole from me? It worked; oh boy, did it work, having been given another chance to shine thanks to my deception and hey presto; I’m your new World Champion, the holder of the most prestigious item known to the Alliance. What goes around comes around, boss. You tried to steal from me and failed, so it’s only fair that I showed you how it’s really done. So now that you know simply how it feels, I hope that you can get used to it because just like you and your corrupt business, I have no intentions of returning it to its owner - not even at Three Hours of Power. Seemingly unfinished, the raging temper of the English Monster sees him throw the microphone to canvas, a face of pure rage, turning to the audience. With the briefcase fully secured once more, Julio turns to the Englishman in an attempt to douse the fire but simply fails, P.Y simply staring him in the eyes before his music once again plays. It’s a confusing scene nonetheless, but the crowd can comprehend one thing – the man must have lost it. |
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| AleXtreme | May 12 2007, 07:17 PM Post #14 |
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Jeff McKearney comes back from his match, slightly out of breath. He catches AleXtreme backstage and runs over to him. Jeff: Did you see that? I DEFEATED, Blake Frost. It didn't take me so long, either. So I think this proves that I am, better. . . . Jeff is cut off by AleXtreme's hand, which signaled him to stop. AleXtreme: You know what? I doesn't matter who you beat, or what you do, or your win/loss record. The only real way to determine who is the better man, is by having a one on one match. And that's exactly how I intend on proving I'm better than you. I've talked it over with Vegeta, and he says it's official. At Three Hours of Power, it's going to be, The Extreminator, AleXtreme, vs. The Fighting Irish, Jeff McKearney! The fans can be heard from a distance cheering for the announcement of the match. Jeff looks a little confused at first, but then this look of confusion turns into a smile. Jeff: You got it! I'll take you to the limit and come out on top! The scene then goes to the next match of the evening. |
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monpetit45 (11:43:45 AM): So....if you're the Father of DBZ....does that make you Vegeta's daddy? Fat Hero F DBZ (11:43:56 AM): LMAO! Fat Hero F DBZ (11:44:05 AM): I never thought of it that way. Fat Hero F DBZ (11:44:28 AM): VEGETA...CUM TO DADDY PWA Accomplishments: PWA Hardcore Champion[current] 2008 PWA Cup Winner w/ Koda | |
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