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| Kyle Rieger vs. Tom Tyco; THREE HOURS OF POWER- ROUND 3- BRACKET C | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 6 2007, 11:01 PM (183 Views) | |
| Vegeta | May 6 2007, 11:01 PM Post #1 |
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--- 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.* --- 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 7 2007, 12:37 AM Post #2 |
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The sound of the ring bell signifies all action is on PWA's terms from this moment on. Round Three of the Three Hours of Power tournament is under way. The moment has arrived: one win is all it takes to reach a main event slot in the Three Hours of Power Pay-Per-View and potentially a World Title shot. It's down to two pure nemesis' in Bracket Three to decide who wants to win more, leaving this match to be one of the greatest in recent history. Tom Tyco, shrugging his shoulders in forward circles, traces every movement The Freak presents throughout his body. Even the slightest twitch may unlock the puzzle on to how to defeat this admiral foe, especially after falling victim to his victory several weeks ago. Mr. Rieger too knows this challenge may be his greatest yet, but his tactic seems to be mind games. He has yet to drop the Intercontinental Title from his left shoulder, and in fact, teases Tom with it by slightly tilting the damn thing or making a pointing gesture toward it every other moment. Alas, Kirk Fitzpatrick ends Mr. Rieger's childish game and strips the golden plated object from his possession, leaving the mind games to the eyes. Many, if not, all of the spectators experience cold shivers running down their spines proving that the aura shared between the challengers is a thing of bitter amazement. They too fail to lose visual of the participants for they may miss the beginning and the end in one mere swipe. Movement; Tyco is the first to pace around the ring in a walking reel. He face points at his counterpart's own, but his body walks like any normal human being. Kyle is quick to join the cycle with his own casual pace. The fingers upon each of his hands curl up into fists, giving the opponent a tainted message that he is ready to dismantle him. The response by Tom is a balled fist of his own, masked by an open palm, being uncomfortably cracked finger by finger. The revolving beings stagger to a halt: they charge at each other the open palms and sadistically curled fingers performing a unified hand upon hand grapple hold. The first battle of the bout becomes a challenge of might. Each man presents their own display of strength by bulging their muscles in not only their arms, but thighs as well. The stances evolves into both fighters pushing into each other as though trying to knock down a brick-wall; one foot steps before the other with the back foot used as support. Neither man find themselves pushing the respected opponent past the invisible mark of symmetry for the first several moments, but the first of many strategies comes into play for The Freak to change that stat. For a brief moment, he will need to lose his leverage and does so, bringing the further leg forth and swiping it under Tom Tyco's own lone appendage! The Freak then merely steps out of his hand at hand hold and allows the unfortunate fighter to fly forward and barrel into the canvas face first! Dirty? Yes, but does Freak care? No. Instead, the standing fighter chases his fallen foe by driving his thick leather boot into his spin with as much vulgarity as he can muster. A sickening "Ooohhff!" escapes the depths of Tom's lungs as his limbs sprawl in all random directions like a squashed bug. Kyle repeats his own process by driving another heart-wrenching boot into the same spinal region, pushing another heaping rush of air from the corpse's internal organs. With a sly grin now spilled across his mandible, the dominator peels his broken opponent from the canvas, vertebrate facing him, and coils his arms under Tyco's arm-pits for the first submission attempt of the night; the Full Nelson! Agonizing screams roar from the larynx leaving the "Hardcore Legend" struggling to escape for his life. Although unable to wriggle away from the spirit-breaking hold, the victim is able to at least lead The Freak toward the ropes and set his own foot upon the bottom one. Springing into action for the first time in this deadly match-up, Kirk dares to shout "One!" into Kyle's face whilst pointing a single finger toward the rafters. "Two" violently breaks lose from the pin-striped official's voice, followed closely by a "Three!" Being as there is plenty of time to destroy the Man-Beast, Rieger releases the hold and steps away from the miserable carcass. Tom falls onto his posterior whilst shaking his head to rid of the early match jitters. A simple smile characteristically slithers across his face as one can assume the pain to be wonderful. With at least an ounce of respect, the standing villain allows Tom to pull himself together and rally back to his feet. The two foes draw near until their noses are about an inch away from each other's own. Freak musters a shout, but to his surprise, the gentle Tom Tyco shouts back! Shocked, his eyes dilate and his grin turns bare, but his desire to shout erases the image and soon he backs his words up with a gentle shove to the former Intercontinental Champion's chest. With momentum, Tom takes a step back only to add vigor to the step and charge forth, fist wielded! He connects a full forced punch squarely into Kyle's left cheek! Flashbulbs take stage, capturing Freak striking back with Tom in turn striking a second time! Left and right the two turbine their arms into one another's face, gaining strength and adrenaline after every ever-lasting blow! Sweat flings off their tender roan faces, catching the flashes of every bulb that emits from the stands to make the fighters look as though they are glowing entities. With the pure fist fight of pride taking over these gods of the ring, who will be the first to kill the momentum of the opponent and take control of this hellicious match-up if even for a moment? Stay tuned. |
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| Kyle The Freak Rieger | May 7 2007, 06:15 PM Post #3 |
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The shots continue going back and forth, neither man moving an inch or pulling a punch. Some would call it insane, others would call it a brawl, Tyco's calling it revenge. The ref wants to get in the way of both men, and have them continue the match in a civil manor, but after Freak's title victory there is a severe amount of bad blood between these two men. Freak finally decides to change his shot up, he draws arm back, bends his elbow, and sends a fierce elbow smash into Tom's face. That staggers him back, he's stunned for a moment, but then yells out a piercing roar. Freak has a confused look on his face, Tom lifts his right arm up, and slams it down into Freak's chest with a mighty Forearm. He lifts his left up this time, and repeats the action, following it up with a right. He alternates the attacks left and right, over and over, and Freak cannot keep up with it, instead he is sent backing into the corner, where the assault continues. Freak is being beaten mercilessly, some fans are even chanting at The Pick to stop, but there is no way he will. The series of forearms have done their damage, and Tom has control of the match. With the beating that he's dished out to Freak so far, there seems like there's no place that he can run or hide, he's just stuck in the corner, waiting patiently for death. Tom climbs up the corner, looks down at Freak, and just looks down into Freak's eyes. Both men are just staring now, Tom is all about Revenge tonight, Freak made it clear that until Three Hours of Power is over that there will be no defenses of his Intercontinental championship. Tom wants to advance in the tournament obviously, but if he cannot do that, then he wishes to beat Freak so badly that he'll have no choice other than giving him a shot at the belt he lost. Freak is just dazed, in his half a year back in the PWA he's not seen anyone as angry or upset as Tom Tyco is right now, he wants out of this match, but there's no way he'll give up his shot at the World Title. Tom still stares down at Freak, who's head is starting to wobble, he balls his hands into a fist, raises it up into the air, and sends it down into Freak's forehead. The crowd comes alive, enthusiastically chanting “ONE!” following the shot by The Pick. He smiles, raises his fist into the air again, and delivers another shot, which is followed by the crowd yelling out “TWO!”. The shots continue to hammer down on Freak's forehead, each one stronger and more powerful than the last, and each one dazing and dizzying him further and further. The fans continue the count “THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, TEN!” Tom climbs off the top, he looks around at the crowd, they are all chanting for him, they all want more, they want to see more damage done to the Freak after the Corner Punches. Freak is still hooked on the top, no matter what he wants to do it seems like he might never leave the corner under his own power. Tom heads to the opposite corner, and starts running towards Freak in an attempt to damage him even further. Freak instantly unhooks his arms, cartwheels out of the way of the attack, and leaves Tom to crash into the corner and then fall onto the mat. Was Kyle Rieger playing possum the whole time, did those blows not hurt him at all, or was this a last chance desperation move that paid off. Freak hooks his arms around the top rope, sits on the middle, and just relaxes as he absorbs the boos of the crowd. They don't have to know that getting out of the way did cost him all the energy that he had left. He'd rather they hate him even more for using ring Psychology to get out of the situation rather than using a desperation move that paid off. Tom still lays flat on his back near the corner, his chest and stomach took a major blow thanks to the collision, and there's little he's going to be able to do about that except rest up, and get his breath back. Thankfully Kyle doesn't seem to be moving in for an attack either, so he'll be able to continue to pace the match his way. Freak looks down at the canvas, he doesn't want to see the fans that boo him, he just needs to hear them, and all he needs right now is a few more seconds to regain his strength. Tom gets back to his feet, quickly gets over to the ropes where Freak is, wraps his right arm around Freak's head, and locks him in a simple Headlock. He lifts Freak off of the ropes and now Freak's beginning to struggle, the hold is locked in fairly tight, and there would be little he could do to escape it. Freak pulls his elbows away from Tom, and then sends an Elbow Smash into his chest to try and break this up. No luck however, it seems like Tom won't be letting go of the hold anytime in the near future. He continues to tighten the hold more and more, causing much more of a drain on Freak's head, and trying to get him dizzy and dazed again. Freak's got one option, its truly a desperation move, but its the only shot that he's got. He wraps both of his arms around Tom's stomach, bends his knees, quickly lifts him up in the air, and throws him over his head and out of the ring. Tom's head smashes into the mats outside the ring, but their thin padding will do little to prevent the damage the concrete will. Freak just gets up and smiles, the crowd continues their boos, and almost instantly Freak Flair Flops onto his Face. Tom may be out cold, the victim of a deadly Backdrop Driver Johnny: My god, Tom Tyco is dead. Tom Tyco is dead and its cuz of that God Damn Freak. That move may have very well killed him, it may have been desperation, but the impact it will have on the rest of the match. I can't even explain it, but these two guys truly hate each other, and neither will stop under any circumstance until their opponent is destroyed. I can't even believe what I am seeing right now, its just insane, pure and simple. This isn't a wrestling match anymore folks, this is purely and simply a fight right now. Donny: Well look at the situation. Kyle Rieger won the Intercontinental title last month and Tom's the man who he beat to get the belt. Add in the fact that Kyle still refuses a rematch, and at stake in this match is a slot in the finals of Three Hours of Power. Both men eye for the World title, and neither man will give an inch for the opportunity to hold the belt. Don't you even remember their last match Johnny, Tom nearly broke his hand, and Kyle lost more blood than an overturned red cross van. The point is neither of these two men will stop until the match is over, and after Three Hours of Power, Freak will finally give Tom the rematch for the belt. The Ref's count on Tom Tyco continues as Kyle gets back up to his feet. He's tired, but he knows if he lets up in the match now he'll let Tom recover even more and it may be harder to win the match. He's got to forget about everything else, and just concentrate on destruction. Freak drops down and rolls out of the ring, grabs a hold of Tyco by the arm, lifts him up, and throws him back into the ring. Freak has a completely blank canvas that he can work with now, and he's going to have some fun. Freak wants to inflict as much damage as possible, and seeing that Tom will be out for a good while longer he might as well take full advantage of it. Freak pulls Tom more towards the center of the ring, and then heads to the nearest corner to climb to the top rope. The crowd continues their boos, their hatred can be felt by every person in the arena, Freak looks around to all of them, holds his thumb out, and slits his throat with it. Freak jumps off the top, rotates a little bit so he will fall flat, and lets his head slam into the head and shoulder of Tom Tyco. The crowd gasps, the move is simple yet deadly, and as long as Kyle continues to assault Tom all over, there seems as if there would be no way he won't be able to beat him tonight. Tom's body jerks and moves, almost as if he is short circuiting, but it just may be the aftermath of the Swandive Headbutt. Freak pops up immediately after, looks all throughout the crowd, and gives them all the double middle finger. The boos continue to reign, everyone in the arena showing hatred for the one man standing in the ring, and he relishes it all. He may call himself a wrestling purist, the Best Wrestler in the World Period, and The Second City's Native Son, but the one thing that few people would ever call him now is Fan Favorite. Freak smiles his sadistic smile, grabs Tom by the shoulder, and lifts him back up to his feet. The fans wonder what will happen next, Freak just continues his smiling, and Tom looks like he'd rather be giving a whale a root canal rather than being in this ring right now. Freak pulls his right leg back, and sends his shin slamming into Tom's knee. Tom starts to wobble a little bit, losing his balance due to the Kick. Freak pulls his left leg back, sends his shin into to Tom's other knee with a second Kick, and bringing him down to his knees. Freak lifts his right leg up again, sends his shin slamming into Tom's stomach, with this Kick bringing him down to his hands and knees. Freak looks down, grabs a hold of Tom's head, lifts it up, and just shakes his head in response to him. He immediately lifts his right leg off the ground again, draws it back, and sends his shin into Tom's head with a final Kick. Tom falls to his stomach, Freak looks down and continues to shake his head, he's ready to keep doling out punishment. Freak steps over Tom so they are both facing the same way, he grabs a hold of Tom's left and right arms and lifts his stomach and chest off of the mat. Freak just smiles that sick smile, lifts his right foot off the ground, and drops the boot straight onto the back of Tom's head. It bounces off the canvas after a sickening thud, the crowd isn't angry any more they are scared, Freak stands like a man triumphant, and Tom is the victim of what could only be called a Curb Stomp. Freak keeps a hold of the arms however, turns them back a little bit and faces their elbows up. He places a knee on each elbow, and begins to lift Tom's arms upward, trapping him in a Double Armbar. The ref rushes over immediately, checking to see if Tom can make it to the ropes in time, if Freak will break the hold, or if the pain will become to much and Tom will have to give up. Only time will tell. |
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| Tom Tyco | May 7 2007, 08:18 PM Post #4 |
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The ligaments and tendons of a courageous gladiator have become twisted, the face as turned a fireman's red, and the sickly purple veins pop out randomly along the two trapped appendages leaving many to know that his might is not enough to escape the simple hold his arms lay trapped within. As put, the only way this relished for gold superstar can make his return to action is by allowing a mere part of his body to touch or rest upon a rope. His energy slowly drains until he realizes the obvious and begins to allow himself to scoot toward the ring cables. Naturally, Kyle can only use so much of his own strength at a given time therefore the journey to the ropes is somewhat of a simple challenge, but very torturous to say the least. Amid all the spectators, random shouts of leisure taint Tom's ear canal in which cause him to thrust forward slightly harder with every dire second. It's everything short of a monumental event, but the shouts are important enough to bring the suffering superstar to a rope and cause Kirk Fitzpatrick to crack The Freaks mitts from the hold. Side-stepping with vulgarity from his prey, the dominating fighter complies and awaits the official's "go" to continue dismantling the challenger. Of course, Tom must first release the ropes before doing so, but this act seems much too long and boring for The Freak; he disobeys the PWA law and swivels his soft left leather boot squarely into The Man-Beast's thick vertebrate, causing him to slump with a raspy yelp into the ropes and dart his right backhand upon the corrupted area. An ill-faded SMACK! emitted is genuinely followed by an unhesitant "booo!" and "You suck!" chant from the raging crowds. Their rage grows to a point where items begin to sail through the air and missile the ring. A canned beverage even clobbers The Freak in the face, but the beaming transaction causes a fire to ignite within this insane being that influences him to crush his boot upon Tom's head whilst is rests atop the bottom rope! For leverage, the standing combatant under-hooks his hands to latch onto the top rope whilst pulling with all his might and raises his other foot from the ground, leaving only Tom Tyco's head and the the bottom cable between him and the canvas! Despite the intensifying rage growing at an alarming rage among ticket-holders, flash-bulbs once more sadistically come into play, capturing the face of embarrassment Tom Tyco presents before them. Pissed off himself, Kirk skips his trademark "five count" routine and tugs at The Freak's left arm. This dominating animal stares down at his "worthy opponent" with a face of utter disgust before presenting that exact expression to the referee, but the pin-striped mediator remains fearless and snaps his face before The Freak's own and shouts unheard words at the top of his lungs. The chant among hundreds evolves into a decibel onslaught of "Kirk! Kirk! Kirk!" to support their man in black and white. Almost a half a minute between the two bickering and Mr. Rieger FINALLY steps off the swollen faced Tom Tyco and goes far enough to even toss his hands to the air to show his surrender. Never the less, it was an extra half a minute The Freak could take advantage of to crush his adversary's skull. Although his challenger's end of the verbal brawl has withdrawn, Mr. Fitzpatrick remains on his toes, spitting out words with a million a minute to make sure Kyle knows ALL of the rules and follows him or else he may kiss his tournament hopes good-bye. Kirk's onslaught comes to an abrupt end, leaving a cocky grin upon Kyle's face and a smoldering welt upon Tom's face. A bad-ass poise inherits the active fighter's walk as he pivots toward his foe and resumes his breaking of the body. The fallen hero remains a lifeless corpse next to the rope, but not touching the damn thing. The steadily quieting fans can only assume this spells disaster for their Hardcore Legend, but other plans have conveniently come into order for something with a metallic glare is cleverly clasped into the hand of the damned. It remains at an angle only the fans may see it, and those who do catch glimpse wield an unorthodox smile given the circumstances. As planned, The Freak arrives at Tom's head and plants his feet firmly before the brain capsule. He curves his spine forth, still with a cocky demeanor and goofy grin, and extends his upper limbs toward the head, but pulls away to the feel of a simple soda-can as it "crunckles" into his forehead! Double bonus; the sugary liquid spewed out into the dominator's eyes, giving him a temporary moment of blindness! Being that the official was behind Mr Rieger and out of view of the transaction, no action was to be made leaving the stiff as stone Gargoyle to bring his own tactic to life! He rushes to his feet, but staggers ecstatically once the blood rushes to his head, but dedication remains with his offensive maneuver and he hobbles all the way to his hand masked adversary. A swift knee to the gut causes Kyle to keel over whilst standing, allowing "The Pick" to coil his arm around the neck and floor the vicious fighter with a CRACK! echoing DDT! Rieger's head bounces off the canvas with his arms flailing away from his face in rag-doll fashion. Ultimately, the new victim slumps onto his spine with his watery eyes revealing themselves to the world. They shine with radiance to the lights of the rafters, but Tom care not and hooks elevates the leg to commit a pin-fall. "ONE!" bellows the official with his heart rolling off the back of his hand. "TWO!" repeats the process of one, with echoing palm slapping the mat. "THRE-" NO! Apparently the fight has yet to leave The Freak for he hustles his arm straight toward the atmosphere! Tom pulls away from the villainous superstar to sit upon his knees for a brief moment to recollect his thoughts. Many watching at home and live can sympathize with his momentary defeat for they wanted the win just as bad as he did. Through the years, he has only been one opponent away from winning the tournament, building a bigger anguish to every loss. To win, he would do anything, and this match could challenge that theory. What will be his next maneuver and will it be to his liking? Stay Tuned. EDIT: I JUST noticed a slight code error with the bolding of DDT. That's all, promise. |
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| Tom Tyco | May 9 2007, 02:52 AM Post #5 |
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Out of RP: Freak, I figured since we had basically the same word count, I would continue the match. Good luck. In RP ... For a brief lapse in time, Tom Tyco could feel his hopes for a better tomorrow reach the pinnacle of it's potential as the official was mashing his hand against the canvas one final time. However, after a heart-skipping two and a half count, this Freak of nature would not die and punished the troubled hero by cramming the worst of foul flavors into his mouth. So bad the taste seemed, Tom could no longer regain his stature and only gloat his agony to the crowds by masking his face with the very palms that have failed him. Moments pass like eons, leaving each combatant the opportunity to recover from their physical and mental loses at their own pace whilst the time spares; but as natural as the ambition to be the better man, it is Tom Tyco who levels his woes out first, proving it by gathering himself to his feet and shrugging his head. Although this action is faint, upon hundreds break their own sympathetic coma and shout in pure excitement the name of the rallying ring warrior: "Tom! Tom! Tom!" Every duration of the barked name leaves the staggering fighter to not only rid of the dark thoughts bouncing about his brain, but as well allow the blood to intensify in speed to add a previously lost adrenaline back into his arsenal. It only takes roughly ten repeated chants to lead a smile to take over his weak face and a mere two to three more to cause his body to hop about the ring one foot at a time. A sharp left jolt of the head allows him to crack his neck, signifying his readiness to overcome the one Kyle Rieger for the first time in his career. Speaking of the devil, The Freak has advanced his position to sitting on his posterior with an erect spine pointed toward the heavens and also blinks his eyes profusely. He too mocks The Pick's swift swiveling head motion by performing it which leads him into a one knee sit (the left knee and shin sitting upon the canvas and the right arched calf supporting his body upon lift.) The bubbly superstar strides towards Kyle with a spunky step and latches his hands upon his head, but The Freak vacates this plan by jerking away from the towering opponent and ultimately stands upon his own two feet! Although Mr. Rieger is quite alert in notice, the fans remain to their guns and repeat the very name of the former Intercontinental Champion, except with a greater decibel count adding onto the original with every passing second. The Freak wastes no time in clinching his right first and driving it into the jaw of his challenger, causing Tyco to take a step back whilst cocking his head to the right. Tom naturally recoils with a closed fisted right hook of his own, but the connection ceases to exist when Kyle simply ducks under the flailing limb! Tom had not taken the assault lightly as one can see through his body pivoting around in a one hundred and eighty degree rotation. He loses his chance to derail his godly opponent with the potential power of momentum flowing through his veins as the counterpart drives his shoulder into his lower vertebrate whilst lifting him. The chant has stopped once Kyle viciously sets Mr. Tyco back onto his feet in an Atomic Bomb format. Vigor remains trapped within Tom's hobbling corpse for the wrong reason, and The Freak pursuits him with a raging vigor of his own. Once the target is reached, the dominant fighter snaps the front of his foot squarely above the calf, leaving Tom to fall to a knee. His body shifts directions with a run and plows into the ropes spine first. The repel is a thing of amazement as The Freak does not run, but flies through the air with his soft leather boots being his propeller! A heart-sinking "THUD!" echoes throughout the embassy to the beat of a Dropkick crushing the brain stem of the damned. A soulless glare windows Tom's eyes as he barrels in the canvas face first and limp. Johnny: Tom Tyco has just suffered the deadliest Dropkick I have EVER seen in my life! Does he have what it takes to continue?! Donny: I don't know, but it's not looking good! But look, The Freak has barely just begun his sadistic actions! Indeed Kyle "The Freak" Rieger has only begun his semi-hour of power and proves this by collaborating his boot with Tom "The Pick" Tyco's mid-vertebrate. The vile stomp suffocates it's target for a brief moment by forcing air to spew from the lungs. A groan also follows the sudden loss of oxygen followed by a curling of the carcass in fetal position. One more ever-lasting stop ends this method of picking apart the prey. Deciding to end this match after-all, The Freak peels his broken opponent from the mat only to carelessly turn the man around and under hook the arm-pits with hims fore-arms for a second time. Upon attempting to lock the fingers together, Tom finds a sudden surge of energy and recklessly attempts to fight back! His uncanny strength pushes Freak's touching fingertips further away from each other: being smart, however, Kyle completely releases the hold and resumes his moment of dominance by clobbering his right fore-arm in the back of Tyco's skull! Being as the physical area has been effect by the dropkick moments ago, this tactic can only be dealt to the media as genius; but the defenseless Wisconsin native takes the pain as he always does and reverses his frontal body to point at the adversary! Freak throws another fore-arm shot at Tyco, nailing him in between the eyes, but a cheesy grin lights up the standing hero's face as he steps forward. Many begin to laugh as he shakes his head with approval and challenges The American Nightmare to repeat his action. Stepping up to the plate, Kyle pulls his fore-arm back and explodes it forth into Tom's fore-skull again! The shot causes the Hardcore Legend to take a step back this time, but he thrusts forth by jumping into The Freak's arms! His own arms begin to generate like pistons, tagging the opponent's head ecstatically until he falls straight onto his spine via Falling Spinebuster! The fans spark a unison "YEAH!" whilst the cycling lefts and rights continue. Alas, the crazed Tom Tyco relieves himself to his feet with Rieger staggering closely behind. Once the Chicago native arrives upon his feet, Tom charges toward the ropes and gains the maximum repel he needs to put the Intercontinental Champion away. He jumps upon the bottom rope and his soaring speed comes to a sudden halt once the Diamond Spear has committed! Of course, Tom usually ends the match here, but something inside of him triggers him to go for more! After all, this is the man whole stole his title from him at Massacre and the fans are up roaring at an alarming rate; his decision lies within the turnbuckles. Once he catches glimpse of the closest corner, he climbs without missing a beat and readies himself for what could be the capitalizer of this hectic match. His body fully erects itself and he in on top of the world; will whatever move he may make be the end of the match, or will Freak dig deep within himself and somehow, someway turn the tables and capture another round? Stay tuned. |
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| Kyle The Freak Rieger | May 10 2007, 12:03 AM Post #6 |
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Kyle Rieger is dead, or at least he wishes he were. He'd rather be dead and buried in the ground rather than continue the assault that he has just taken. He inhales, his chest inflates, and he feels the pain burning inside of him. He exhales shortly after, and its almost agony, there may be cracked ribs, a broken sternum perhaps, and he's in no form to compete. Tom stands perched on the top rope, paused in thought, wondering if he should continue the damage, or end it all. Kyle Rieger caused him a severe concussion during their match at Massacre, after he introduced him to Good Times Great Memories, and Tom must now wonder if he should cause Kyle the same amount of pain and suffering. Little does he realize that losing this match would probably cause more than enough mental anguish to Kyle, but physical pain is a better reminder of who you should not mess with. Kyle keeps taking the breaths in and out, they are short, they have to be, any more would cause further pain and would make him not want to continue the match. Instead he just lays and breathes, trying to figure out a way to get back into it all. Tom nods his head, and stands up from his perch, the crowds chants start to build up “TYCO, TYCO, TYCO, TYCO.” The fans around the world are ready to see him take Kyle Rieger out of this tournament, and take away his chance at a shot at the PWA World Title. Tom revels in the shouting, he feeds off of it, and he's ready to take flight. He jumps in the air, and rotates his body so his chest will slam into Kyle's. He compresses his elbows and knees into his chest, then extends them out, he compresses them a second time, and extends them again, before slamming chest to chest with Kyle with a thundering Frog Splash. Freak immediately starts coughing, and soon enough red ooze comes out of his mouth, and gets splattered on Tom Tyco's back. Tom hooks the leg, ready to get the pin and end it all, while Freak still coughs up more and more blood. The ref runs over and looks horrified, Kyle Rieger looks like a man who should not be in a wrestling ring right now, and the Ref is ready to do his duty. He turns over to the time keeper, holds his arm up into the air, and is about to call for the bell when he hears a disturbing and garbled “No.” The ref looks down at Kyle Rieger, he's ready to tell him that he's doing this for Kyle's own good, he's injured, and shouldn't be in the ring, but can't even get a single word out. Kyle just stares straight into his eyes, spits some of the blood out, and says “The match goes on, if I lose, I lose with honor.” The ref just shakes his head, he's rightfully worried that Kyle Rieger may have some severe damage in his stomach and chest, and continuing the match may just aggravate it further. The ref gets down to his knees, and begins the count that could end the match. His hand slaps the mat once, Kyle continues his coughing, he's conscious but has little energy left, and all the coughs are sending shockwaves of pain throughout his body. The Ref slaps his hand on the mat for a second time, Tom continues holding the leg hooked, concentrating on his opponent, he's seen wrestlers come back from worse, and he doesn't want to take any chances during such and important match. The Ref's hand starts to come down for a third and final time, Tom knows victory is mere moments away, but Kyle kicks forward, jerks his shoulder up, and gets it off the mat. The ref gets up, holds up two fingers, and shouts “TWOOOOOOOO.” Tom gets up immediately, he's in shock, along with the ref, the fans, but the person shocked the most is the man who just saved his own ass. Kyle has no idea where that came from, but he's grateful for it, if only for the time being. The fans start to boo, hate filling over the them as they realize the match is not over, and the man laying down on the canvas will continue to fight. They may hate the members of WAR, but Kyle Rieger is a man that they never expected to turn on them, he always had support, and always fought battles they wish they could. When he returned with his new attitude, his new outlook on life, and his new friends, they wished they'd never been Hobomaniacs, as he once called them. The boos grow louder and louder, and in the back of Kyle's head he ponders how upset the viewers at home must be right now. Tom knows it is pointless to go off and argue with the ref, instead he's got to take care of the man in the ring. He grabs Kyle's right arm and lifts him back up to his feet. He takes a step, and hurls him towards the nearest corner with an Irish Whip. Kyle builds up momentum quickly, surprising for a man who looks like he can barely stand, and slams into the corner with great force. His arms hook the top ropes, and for now he is stuck, Tom stands in the middle of the ring, pondering what to do next. Johnny: I can't believe what I just saw, Kyle Rieger, love him or hate him, may be the gutsiest man in the Pojo Wrestling Alliance, but he may also be making a big mistake. If Tom hits him with one or two more power moves, he may not just lose this match, he may get taken out of competition. The man is coughing up blood, and he refuses to give up. I really now have to wonder what is Tom Tyco going to do with Kyle Rieger now. Kyle's propped up in the corner, just waiting for an attack, but is Tom going to end it, or is he going for damage. Donny: What are you ignorant, he's going to do more damage. This is the man who took away Tom's title. Even better, he's refusing a rematch until after the tournament is done, granted Kyle wanted to concentrate on it, but Tom doesn't care. Kyle took him to the limit in their last match, and I bet Tom is looking forward to doing the exact same thing tonight. By the way things are going, and it truly truly saddens me to say this, but I think Kyle Rieger may be out of this completely, and may be walking into Three Hours of Power, with a title defense instead of a shot. Tom calmly walks over to the corner, he sees Freak dangling hanging on the top, continuing to cough every few seconds, red bloody phlegm starting to dot and drip down his green singlet. Tom is almost disturbed at the sight, on one hand here's a guy bloody, injured, and pretty much out of the match, but he's also looking at a man who is willing to do anything to win the match, even if it means having his own body injured. He shudders at the thought and just decides to continue working Freak over. Tom wraps his arms around Freak's stomach, bends his knees, and lifts Freak up to place him on the top rope. Tom climbs up right after him, stopping on the second rope, he wraps his right arm around Freak's head, wrapping Freak's right around his, and grabbing Freak's singlet with his left. Tom bends his knees and tries to pick Freak up, but Freak's being resourceful, he's wrapped his legs around the top, using them to hold on and prevent the Superplex. Tom starts to get a little mad, and uses his leg to kick them apart. He breathes a sigh of relief, bends his knees again, and starts to lift, when Kyle locks his legs around the top again, stopping it yet again. Tom kicks them away once more, he's starting to get infuriated, and he's ready to deliver the devastating maneuver from the top. Tom bends his knees for a third time, and begins to lift up, Kyle wraps his legs around the top rope yet again, stopping the Superplex once again. Tom is ready to kick Kyle's legs away and try yet again, when he receives something his didn't expect. Kyle has lifted his right arm off Tom's head, bent it, pulls it away from Tom, and sends an Elbow Smash straight into Tom's head. He pulls it back again, and sends a second elbow, pulls away again, and gives a third, he continues doing them, finishing the Series of Elbows until Tom is slightly dazed. Kyle quickly wraps his right arm around Tom's head, wraps Tom's around his, bends his knees, and lifts Tom up into the air. He wants to hold him up as long as possible, but its too draining, he hooks his legs on the top, and drops Tom back with a Superplex to the Outside. It's not much of a suplex, Kyle really just lets go of Tom, his body flips once and his head clips the guardrail before he splatters onto the mats. Kyle quickly sits his way back up from the top rope and just stays perched, waiting. The boos continue, this was what nobody had expected at all, Kyle is hurt severely, and he's taken back over the match. Kyle coughs a few more times, aiming at Tom, giving his trunks some nice bloodstains. All people can wonder is what is next. The ref does his duty, he begins to administer his ten count. Tom's got to recover, but the fans don't even know if he can. Kyle is a broken man, he is being pushed to the limit, but he's still finding ways to come back, its somewhat insane. He gives the fans that sick twisted grin, blood in his teeth, and the boos continue on. The ref's count has reached three, Tom is still motionless on the mat, Freak's climbed off the turnbuckle and now is sitting in the corner. It gets up to five and Kyle rolls out of the ring, he's gonna keep this match going. He grabs Tom's right arm, lifts him up to his feet, and begins to carry him to the ring. Kyle's hurt too, every step takes energy from him, but better he get him back in the ring then get counted out. He throws Tom back in, breaking the count at seven, then climbs back onto the ring apron, and steps back into the ring. Tom is starting to stir, Kyle knows if he wants to act he's got to do it now. He climbs up the corner back to the top rope, both men are pulling out all the stops tonight. Tom begins to push himself back up. Kyle's just nods, and he leaps off of the top rope. Tom's starting to get up to his knees, while Kyle leans backwards until he's in a seated position. Tom starts to get to his feet, he's still hunched over though. Kyle leans back further, and his back slams into Tom's. He gets sandwiched between the canvas and Kyle's back by a deadly Senton Backsplash. Tom's been completely squashed, Kyle has caused some damage to his back, but he thinks he may have it here. He slowly turns over, crawls over into a vertical press, and hooks the leg. The Ref rushes over and starts the count. 1...2 |
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| Tom Tyco | May 10 2007, 01:53 PM Post #7 |
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Little unbeknown to Kyle, the die-hard Tom Tyco has just enough leg length to reach the seemingly far away ropes with his toe. Once the boot taps the cable, the official flexes his voluntary mediation and rallies to his feet with two fingers wisely pointed toward the rafters. A cheerful smile snuggly wriggling above the time-keeper's chin diminishes for he knows his moment of glory is delayed yet again. The Freak himself gazes with a wildly burning hatred in his eyes at the outstretched limb that destroyed his chance to become a main event challenger at Three Hours of Power, but his bad-ass reputation lives up to hype when he struts forth his right elbow forth and vivaciously pokes Tom in the hanging left knee. Chairs and sitting liquid containers quake to the over-powering barrage of "boo's" that blanket the stands and ring; some youths go so far as to cry over the intensity of jeers this universal vocal motion presents. Never the less, Mr. Rieger has committed his hideous display of assault resulting with him hanging himself over the former Intercontinental Champion once more. Being a man of his position, Kirk Fitzpatrick has no choice but to collapse to his knees with the palm leading and roughly bellow a "One!" chant to the world, no matter how his miserable face may expose his dismay for counting. Kyle has cleverly poised himself between the ropes and Tyco's legs to assure the previous result will not mock itself. Rolling off the back of Kirk's hand emits a vulgar "Two!" Defying the odds, the wall of vocal hatred nearly doubles it's decibel stock, vibrating even the ring ropes now! It continues to rise as the official leads his hand to the mat one final time with a "THREE!" slipping from his tongue, but his hand does not collide with the canvas. Instead, Tom's shoulder harnesses enough energy to defeat gravity and hover inches above the circus floor with a sudden jolt! The nagativity among spectaters halts dramatically and evolves into the heaviest "YEAH!" the universe may have ever seen! Clinched fists rage through the air and flashbulbs capture the scene of a hero re-emerging from his defeat coma one arm at a time. The eyes of The Freak roll with such disbelief and he rolls off the body to lay upon his own vertebrate with his limbs sprawling randomly like a rag-doll's own would. Both men lay staring at the lights dangling high above the ring, each his own broken mess. Crimson blood has vaguely painted random parts of their bodies with Freak's mandible obviously being caked with the red ooze the most. Up and down heave the chest cavities as though today may be their last day to function. All that can be done now is for Kirk to begin his devilish count-out chant, and he does so by screeching "One!" The crowds are now hush and most can even hear the single digit being secreted from the fighting domain. A "Two!" roughly whistles from the official's lips and neither man hasn't made so much as a twitch to signify their consciousness to this world. "Three" is the lucky number which brings both superstars to bobbing their heads left and right, but "Four" turns the entire body of Kyle Rieger into fetal position. He follows this momentum building transaction by simply placing his palm atop the canvas and pushing with everything he has got. "Five" turns Tyco onto his own side and "Six" Now allows his to begin pushing himself toward the atmosphere; however, Freak thrusts forth and lands on one knee. "Seven!" quivers from the referee's lips which gives The Freak a fair enough reason to articulate himself into a bowlegged stance. Tyco quickly jockeys to his own soles to avoid being left behind in this race for dominance. The Mid-West natives stagger in randomly inserted directions but still manage to exchange stares and focus on one another. Their loopy walk draws them nearer to each other, but every second seems like an eternity being that their strides are not exactly hearty. Alas, shaking face greets shaking face. Minimal yet harsh words secrete from Kyle Rieger's lips; Tom emits the first of a series of jabs. Unsuspecting, Freak clutches his infiltrated cheek with an energetic flashing of the eyes attached to the motion, but he is quick to formulate and connect his own vicious jab. The Wisconsin native writhes to the left firmly grasping his welted cheek as he unloads a second jab. It's not pretty, but the flinging fists are quite effective as they nearly knock each opponent onto their posterior. Johnny: This match, the men are broken! How much more carnage can they take? I'm never seen either man fight to the bone like these two seasoned athletes have! Donny: I know! It's very exciting to watch and definitely the best time of the year to watch PWA! The dedication and determination these men bestow makes fighting for a main event at Three Hours of Power a main event all it's own! The heart, determination, glory these two combatants fight with is worn on the sleeve and through the fists. Neither man with even consider to become victim to the other until they have outright killed the opponent. There is a rough month of history between the two and there could be no better way to put a period on their hectic vibes. Kyle strikes again with less than stellar force, Tom slaughters the opponent back with his metacarpals driving deep into the bobbling skull. Then, suddenly, a halt. Much like the art of boxing, both men slump forth and catch each other in mid air! They are standing, but leaning on each other in defeat! Not a soul dares speak throughout the embassy; so quiet it is, a spilled drink in the nose-bleed section can be heard from the middle of the ring! Sweat has coated and nearly washed all of the staining blood from the sticky bodies. Their follicles all about their pathetic corpses are nothing but liquid, including Freak's eyebrows which have caught the skull's juice one his headband has absorbed all it can hold. A godly shine resumes it's shine with lights capturing their every complexion. Tom, with his arms draped over his counterpart's shoulders, shrugs his head and sickly peels away from The Freak with a similar sound to velcro escapes the newly detached sternums. Kyle nearly tips over forward, but tilts back into the ropes and hangs his arms over the top one whilst slumping. His head faces the canvas with the eyes masked with flesh whereas the bumbling opponent spins in wide-stepped circle not knowing where the hell he is. A mind-faded crowd suddenly remembers that they have a voice and push out a familiar chant "Tom! Tom! Tom!" It seems to be working because not only can this unorthodox fighter figure out his current location, but he can gather himself to the comforts of his own name being chanted in such a way! He plants his feet and stands still, closing his eyes momentarily. Palms sit atop his patellas with an arch to the spin; his eyes slowly reemerge. A lock-on of the very eyes is set as he faces toward the one Kyle Rieger. Slowly, the curved spine diminishes into an erect one and his confidence becomes evident through a slight smile and adjusted focused face. The right foot scrapes along the canvas once, twice, three times like a proverbial bull: the Man-Beast charges forth. A rebel yell crackles through his war-torn voice to his right arm fully extended and zephyr speed run. Fearless the face stands all the way to Mr. Rieger, then a heart-sicking, crowd popping "SMACK!" taints the arena. The ropes become a blinding mess with flashbulbs appreciating the flesh smacking transaction. Lower appendages of the combatants point toward the sky as both reel over the top rope and to the outside, thanks to Tom's sadistic Charging Clothesline. It was a sacrificial move for the two gladiators fall to gravity's plan of demise and last awkwardly upon the somewhat cushioned ring mats before the announce table. Tom falls upon his right arm hard, causing him to hold the damn ligament house in pain, and Kyle drops upon his lower neck too grasping the infected area whilst screaming blood murder. Was the assault worth the pain? For Tom, it's no question, hence why the fear was drained from his stone body, but will it pay off? That is a question soon to be answered. Stay tuned. |
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| Kyle The Freak Rieger | May 11 2007, 06:46 PM Post #8 |
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Both men are bruised, battered, and bloody, and neither one of them will be willing to give up. They've been fighting tooth and nail the entire match, and with that last clothesline the pain, the agony, and all the suffering may have finally ended. Kyle is flat out the canvas, his eyes vacant and dead, dried and fresh blood covering many areas of his body. His ribs are injured still, and he still coughs up the viscous red fluid, but right now he's more worried about his back. He's taken quite a few hits tonight, and all in all they may have completely taken their toll. Tom Tyco looks like a Phoenix risen again, he may be hurt, he may be sore, he may even been somewhat bloody, but he's fighting with his entire heart and soul right now. He's taken control yet again, and this may be the final time in the match, he's ready to end this nightmare, and head to Three Hours of Power. The anger and frustration is building up in Kyle, it seems like there's nothing he can do, he strikes, Tom strikes, he reverses, Tom reverses, He makes the comeback, Tom kicks out and makes one of his own. These men have nothing but hatred for one another now, and neither man is willing to back down from all the challenge. Tom goes down to the canvas, lays down on top of Freak in the classic vertical press, hooks the leg, and now has him pinned. The ref hurries over, not wanting to screw up any of these potential falls, and he begins to count. One, his hand slaps the mat, Kyle's face just is cold and vacant, his stare is glazed over, and if his chest wasn't pumping up and down filling up with air, most people would probably assume that he's dead. Tom's got surprising confidence on his face, but last time he tried the exact same thing Kyle kicked out, the match continued on its way, and there was much damage caused to both men. Two, The ref's hand slaps the canvas again, Kyle's chest continues to inflate and deflate, he needs air back in his lungs, he needs energy in his body, hell he needs something otherwise the sad taste of defeat will be on his tongue. Tom just concentrates on the win, he's pretty confident now that Freak will no be able to recover and kick out of this. The ref's hand moves down towards the canvas for what could be the final time in the match. Kyle catches it out of the corner of his eye, and it brings him back to life, if only for a second. He kicks his legs forward, which brings his shoulders up off the mat, and breaks up the count. The ref holds two fingers aloft, yells “TWOOOO,” and brings Tom back to reality. Where does this energy come from, how does he keep this fight up, he's injured, not hurt, but injured badly with busted ribs, how can he keep this going on. Tom gets up off the mat, looks down at Freak, raises his boot up in the air, and drops it right in the middle of Freak's sternum. The canvas bottom collides with Kyle's Lycra singlet, busting his ribs up even more, and causing more pain and suffering. Tom continues to drop boots, intending to finish Freak off with a nice Series of Stomps. He pauses after a few, looks out to the cheering crowd, and wants to write Freak off with something simple and effective. He jumps in the air, extends his legs so that he is in a seated position, extends his right arm out with his elbow facing point down, and lets it smash into Freak's sternum. More ribs are being damaged, cracked, broken, whatever you want to call it, Freak may be in serious trouble after the Elbow Drop. Tom goes down to the canvas again, gives Freak another lateral press, hooks the leg once again, and Kirk Fitzpatrick comes over and begins the count again. One, Kyle isn't motionless instead there's more coughing, and still more blood coming out from inside him. Tom is not as confident anymore, he's just hoping that this one will end it all. Two, the count climbs, Kyle tries to take in breaths, but each one hurts more than the one before, and his energy is all but drained from him. Tom just continues to have faith. Kirk's hand begins to go down to the canvas for a third and final time, Kyle spots it again, and he rolls his shoulder up off the mat, breaking the pin yet again. The crowd cannot believe it at all, the boos grow louder and louder, more garbage being thrown ringside, the few Kyle Rieger fans in the crowd cheer, but they are all but drowned out. Tom thinks it may not be Kyle's will to win, instead it may be the way that he's trying to pin Kyle, he grabs his right arm, and lifts him up to his feet. Tom stands back to back with Kyle, interlocks elbows, and begins to lean forward, going for the classic backslide pin. Tom moves Kyle's shoulders closer and closer to the mat, and finally they touch, Kirk runs over and begins yet another count. One, Kyle has that same stoic look on his face, its almost as if he doesn't even want to try to get out of the pin now. Tom's got confidence once again, this is a more difficult pin to break, and with the severe lack of energy Kyle has left, there may be little chance he may get out of it. The count rises to two, Kyle raises his right foot up off Tom's back, points the sole of it down, and gets ready. He pushes it down as hard and fast as he can, giving Tom a boot right in his tail bone, causing him to collapse and break the pin. Tom gets up off the mat, hunched over a little bit from the boot, and he looks down at Freak. Kirk is just raising his hand up, and chanting two, Kyle has got Tom exactly where he wants him. He begins to cough yet again, and releases a crimson mist which ends up hitting Tom in the face and on his chest and shoulders. Most people think its just Freak continuing to cough up blood, but they become dumbfounded when Tom falls to the mat, clutching his face and rolling around. Kirk comes over, and like the fans he just thinks its blood, he probably thinks Tom is upset because he hasn't gotten the win yet. Kyle had to pull out an old trick, a favorite, and in this match it worked pretty damn well. Tom starts to roll outside the ring, his chest and face burning, he's become the victim of the Inferno Mist. Johnny: That's not right, thats not right at all, that's a disqualification right there. Come on ref, you should be doing your job. Kyle Rieger has just burnt Tom Tyco chemically, and he doesn't seem to care one bit. Everything that Kyle did in this match prior to this was alright by me, he wasn't cheating, he wasn't complaining, he was just wrestling a good match. Hell I'd even applaud him for continuing to fight even with busted up ribs. This is no longer a wrestling match, this is flat out a war, and I'm still in shock of what I just saw. Donny: What did you just see, I ask you what did you just see. Johnny: Kyle spit red mist into Tom's face and chest, which he then clutched and rolled outside. Donny: Ok, now isn't blood also red, and isn't Kyle bleeding internally. Doesn't it sound possible Johnny that Kyle just coughed up some blood. Johnny: Yeah that would sound possible, if Kyle didn't spit it out so it formed a mist. Donny: He did that earlier in the match to, he's just trying to clear it out of his mouth. Heck I bet Tom rolled outside so that he could just clean himself up, and then wonder what is he going to do to Freak to try and end this match. Kirk starts the Count, ONE, TWO, THREE, Kyle joins in with him and Tom is writhing in pain on the outside of the ring. FOUR, FIVE, SIX, The count continues the climb, the fans or worried now, what if Tom can't beat it. He still holds his face and chest, he's screaming in agony, but all the Ref can do is count. SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, Tom's screams continue to build, and finally the Ref has to check on him. Tom is rolling on the outside of the ring, still screaming like a banshee, howling in pain, and the Ref attempts to pick him up. He gets him on his feet leaning against the ring apron, and checks his face, he tries to wipe the “Blood” away, and his hand starts to get warm. Instinctively he runs over to the announce table, grabs Johnny and Donny's pitcher of water, and throws it on Tom's face. Kirk then goes over to the Ring announcer, whispers something in his ear, and shakes his hand for the bell. Announcer: The winner of the match, advancing to the finals of Three Hours of Power, as a result of a disqualification TOM TYCO. Kyle's face immediately drops, and he tries to head outside to argue with Kirk about the ruling. He'll hear nothing of it as he and one of the security detail begin to help Tom back to the dressing room. Kyle starts to go berserk, he grabs his haliburton and chucks it into the air. Grabs a chair from ringside and starts to slam it into the guardrail, and then into the ring post. He's doing everything he can to destroy the ring. Johnny: Kyle Rieger has gone insane, Kyle Rieger has gone completely and utterly insane. He lost the match, rightfully so I must add, and now he's lost it all. Donny: This is some of the most biased officiating I've ever seen in the PWA, pardon my French, but this is Bullshit. The show fades away to commercial with a shot of Kyle Rieger crying while slamming the chair into the ring post. |
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