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Kalevala vs. Julio Guerrera; THREE HOURS OF POWER- ROUND 3- BRACKET B
Topic Started: May 6 2007, 11:03 PM (144 Views)
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Kalevala
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Suddenly, the lights in the arena cut out and the fans were completely shrouded in Darkness. The crowd booed, as they anticipated the arrival of Kalevala. For a few seconds there is nothing, until the haunting harmonica of "The Wizard" by Black Sabbath starts up. The stage lights up immediately. The harmonica stops. The stage is once again shrouded in darkness. The harmonica starts again and again the stage lights up. Then back to silence and black. This happens a third time. On the fourth harmonica interlude, when the stage is lit, we see a cloaked figure on the stage, standing motionless. The stage cuts back to darkness for a split second as The Wizard finally kicks off.

The stage and ramp light up flashing with the music, as the arena remains dark. Kalevala makes his way down to the ring still shrouded in his cloak. He walks down to the ring relatively calmly.

Announcer: First making his way down to the ring, hailing from the outskirts of Kennin, weighing in at 238lbs, Ka-le...VA-LA!

The crowd booed his announcement. He is very deliberate in his movements. He looks from side to side as he walks down the ramp, his face still hidden. He gets close to the ring, speeds up and slides into it under the bottom rope. As he slowly gets to his feet, there is a guitar/drum interlude (:43). The song picks up again as the ring is lit up with flashing lights. Kalevala takes off his hood to reveal himself. Kalevala then removes his cloak. He climbs the turnbuckle and holds his arms out at his sides, absorbing the crowd's reaction.

Kalevala jumps off the turnbuckle and back into the center of the ring. He had completely removed the cloak he was wearing. He shook his shoulder length wet brown hair out of his eyes as he turned back towards the center of the ring. He was wearing ruby red tights with white stripes down the side, leading to white wrestling boots with black toes and heels. He had black elbow pads and wrist tape on. He was also wearing an old school wrestling top, ala Bret Hart or Kurt Angle, with shoulder straps. He then tightened the tape around his wrists.

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Julio Guerrera
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The fans, most of which were expecting to hear AFI's Miseria Cantare are surprised, instead, to hear the words "I hope they never forget me.." coming out of the speakers. Those words are quickly followed by the rest of Julio Guerrera's new theme song, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony's "Never Forget Me".

Going thru the struggles everyday on this pavement
an every hood I see em doin the same
there's alot of haters that don't want me to make it
all I want is for you to remember my name
So that you never forget me
So that you never forget me ohhhhuhhhohhh
So that you never forget me
So that you never forget me ohhhhuhhhohhh

My reputection is solid yall n my street credits unpolished yall
known as a lil boss hawk in the hood boy in my hood imma superstar
niggaz in the pen tryna hold a nigga down but I put in my work in check it check it
nah these niggaz respect it knowin im the wrong one they wanna mess wit
from the gutter wit my brothers doin these ghetto streets they don't love us
lettin these undercovers these motha fuckers doin everything they tryna bust us
but these suckaz know they cant touch us they envy deep in they hearts
if they eva try to rush us nigga they know we gone rip em apart
niggaz go hard from the start nigga this nina ross is my body guard
fuck wit mine an ill charge lil krayzy ass nigga at large
pullin cards on these lame niggas ill neva let go of my heat
yea stand up man on his feet lil layzies bone and them 3...memba me

Going thru the struggles everyday on this pavement
an every hood I see em doin the same
there's alot of haters that don't want me to make it
all I want is for you to remember my name
So that you never forget me
So that you never forget me ohhhhuhhhohhh
So that you never forget me
So that you never forget me ohhhhuhhhohhh

we be, poppin collas, throwin dollas indeed
in the hood getting money, Boi I got what you need
Hah we hott, you cold, that ice, on froze that six,
whole chrome, them bricks, they glow
drop yo crisp cases, and watch drop them big faces
leaning like a thug, hittin the club throwin big faces
This is for them dope boys choppin in the trunk goods
welcome to ma hood, hood, home of the dope boys

Going thru the struggles everyday on this pavement
an every hood I see em doin the same
there's alot of haters that don't want me to make it
all I want is for you to remember my name
So that you never forget me
So that you never forget me ohhhhuhhhohhh
So that you never forget me
So that you never forget me ohhhhuhhhohhh

Remix!
Pull a gun out on me, I'ma say lets ga
You'z a snitch I seen you testify
No you aint, you aint a G, You don't rep the style
Low nigga you a P.U.S.S.Y. you pussy
ey yo was poppin, poppin, crackin, crackin
he yappin, yap em, if it happen, happen,
caught you rattin, so cock it back and know this hammer talk
he ain't letting this hammer off,
they was on that side of the street, heat,
I ran across, like who had floss,
man em niggas was scared to talk
five puddles of death in the flesh
I am new york, got a brand new hammer
ask me how much that hammer cost,
imma tell you I detonated it, man ofcourse
It's something like I put my rachet to the statue of liberty, oh

Now that Julio finds himself in the squared circle, the song has no choice but to cut out just as soon as the last set of lyrics were to begin.

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It was now time for the final match of the mountainous B Bracket. The winner of this match would move on, having earned an opportunity to vie for the position of ultimate victor. The loser of the match would be relegated to replay the events of this encounter for the remainder of the year, tortured with the thought of what could have been, until the next time they are able to step into a Three Hours of Power Tournament Ring. Both competitors in tonight's culminating battle, have undoubtedly thought long ago about the possibility of defeat, and have since barred it from their minds, thinking of nothing but victory; as is customary of those who achieve true greatness. The roar of the crowd in anticipation of such a colossal close encounter, shook the very building to its foundation. The tremors of which could most likely be felt for miles, or so our credible sources tell us. Amidst the sea of flashbulbs commemorating this momentous occasion, were two modern day gladiators suiting up for what would surely be a long, hard fought battle. In one corner, stood the mastermind behind the epic WAR currently being waged against the forces that be, the Messiah, the Best from the West, "El Malvado", Julio Guerrera! As the echoes of the ring announcer’s voice made its way across the sea of spectators, Julio nodded. Not to anyone in particular, he simply gave the slightest of nods, barely moving; perhaps in recognition of his own name. In the opposite corner, stood his protégé, the Shining Star of the bloody WAR, the Technical Trickster, the Savvy Submissionist, the Kennin Warrior, Kalevala! In a gesture of similar spirit, the Clansman raised his right arm high above his head, his fist clenched tightly. With each gesture, an appropriate response was elicited from the attending audience. Whether it was one of approval or disgust was inconsequential, for it neither aided nor was a detriment to the focused professionals who currently stood within the squared circle. Scrutinizing each other with penetrating gazes from across the ring, the two WAR members were both sticklers for detail. It was through this attention to the finer points of your opponent, or so the theory goes, that you are better able to identify their weak spots, and chose an appropriate location to concentrate your attention. As far as demeanour and general appearances were concerned, it seemed on the surface of things that Julio Guerrera was the more comfortable of the two. He seemed relatively calm, and was not drenched from head to two as Kalevala was. Now, although this appeared to be an indication that the Northlander was not at ease, it couldn't have been further from the truth. Even though these men shared a faction, as well as a locker room, they had completely different pre-match routines. It just so happens that whereas the Messiah prefers to be free from moisture before he enters the ring, the King of the Commonwealth is sure to drench himself from head to toe with a water bottle before making his way out to the gorilla position. This is merely a matter of preference that has no impact whatsoever on their assessments of each other, as they are both well aware of each other's habits. In fact, their intricate knowledge of each other's habits and move sets could prove to be quite a challenge for them to get around. As they eyed each other up from across the ring, each of them were scrolling through an incontestably long laundry list of manoeuvres that they could chose to execute first, but it seems that their apparently endless hours of training together regularly since their Stable's inception was making it a challenge to find a move that the other could not counter. This was quickly developing into a deep underlying concern for both men, and they seemed rather anxious as the time approached to get things underway. It remains to be seen if these uneasy tendencies were truly indicative of nervousness, or whether the both of them were just too enthusiastic to keep themselves in check. However, what is known for certain, is that all questions were about to be answered. The referee had finished his instructions, the warriors were ready to kick it off, and so the official did his last pre-match duty, and signalled for the bell. The match was officially under way.

At the outset of the encounter, both the Best from the West, and the Northlander, quickly reached their fighting stances, and approached each other. However almost in sync, as they reached the center of the ring, each extended their arms and connected with a quick high-five, signalling their respectful competitive intentions. Regardless, however, of such a display of intentions, it remained to be seen just how long these two extremely competitive warriors could contain themselves. A betting man would place his last dollar on the two "friends" being legitimately at each other's throats by the end of the encounter. One might even go so far as to suggest a permanent rift being formed in their alliance as a possible outcome of a confrontation of such magnitude. There was much on the line, so much so that even the simplest of sparring matches could easily degrade into the bloodiest of battles in a heartbeat. Taking a few moments to thoughtfully pace around each other, it was not long before the two combatants had locked up together in a classic Collar-and-Elbow tie-up. With their upper appendages intertwined in a fiery struggle for supremacy, the two stallions of the WAR faction firmly planted their feet on the canvas, hoping to stabilize themselves in the continuing struggle for leverage. In what seemed like an odd position to take at first, both men seemed to lean into each other. Allowing a wide arch to form in-between their bodies, as they continued to hold the Collar-and-elbow stance. To anyone accustomed to witnessing combatants of similar style to the Northlander and the Messiah, one could only presume that a knee strike was in the near future. Having initially wanted to execute the strike himself, the Best from the West was beaten to the punch by the fiery, hungry, Technical Trickster. It was with great accuracy and precision, along with intense fury, that the Northlander raised his right knee, and attempted to drive it six feet past where his leader's gut was located. Anticipating the arrival of such a strike, and always having a counter up his sleeve, the sly Guerrera quickly twisted his body to the side, while lifting his thigh as high as he could, in an attempt to shield his vital areas from the impending impact. Guerrera winced as the Northlander's bony articulation connected firmly with his meaty quad muscle, however the pain was quickly eased by the thought of how much worse it could have been. However, it seemed that even though the knee failed to connect with its primary target, the end had justified the means. Being forced to take the defensive position, combined with the overall slickness of the Kennin Warrior's moistened physique, proved to be enough to take the Messiah off his game; at least enough for the Clansman to make a first move. Pushing down on Mr. Guerrera's left elbow, Kalevala was able to rid himself of Julio's grip which had been preventing any further advancement. In two shakes of a puppy dog's tail, the Kennin Warrior had taken his right arm, and wrapped it around the nape of his opponent's neck. Forcing the Messiah into a bending position, Kalevala brought his left hand up to clasp his right wrist, locking in a picturesque side headlock. Knowing the permanent damage that could be done to the human body with even such a simple manoeuvre, the Kennin Warrior had to put aside any such thoughts of letting up, and focus himself on the task at hand. Clenching his bicep firmly around the arteries in Julio's neck, it would be only a matter of minutes before the circulation to his brain would be cut off long enough to procure a loss of consciousness. This was common knowledge, and was the end result of a myriad of techniques, such as the sleeper hold, and thus it was no surprise that the Best from the West attempted to remedy the situation as soon as he could. Feeling the vice-like torque that the young Kalevala was putting on a delicate portion of his frame, and knowing the Northlander's Submission prowess, the Messiah's first order of business was to get to higher ground. The first thought that crossed his mind was to reach up and tug at the Clansman's brown mane, and that is exactly what he did. Grabbing a fist full of fur, the Messiah yanked as hard as he could. Grimacing in agony, the Kennin Warrior let out a yell to the referee. For once the official was pulling his weight, as he came over and pulled Julio's hand out of Kalevala's hair. Wanting to go right back to the mane, Guerrera's hand floated around Kalevala's face a bit, only to be shrugged off my the Northlander himself. Following this shrug, the Trickster tightened his grip, wrenching in the hold as snugly as he could. At this point, the simple headlock was becoming a rather dangerous issue. Feeling the blood flow decreasing, and the pressure in his forehead rising, Guerrera pulled back as hard as he could, resulting in the Kennin Warrior stumbling back with the Messiah into the ropes. Building up what he thought was enough momentum to rid himself of the leech that was Kalevala, El Malvado attempted to shed the Savvy Submissionist, like a snake shed's its skin. This would not be the end of the torment Guerrera was subject to however, as the Northlander's grip was more steadfast than expected, resulting in nothing more than more torque being applied to the Messiah's pressure points. Having stabilized himself on one knee, the Trickster still held Julio's neck firmly entrenched underneath his arm. There seemed to be no end in sight, and the pain was quickly leaving Guerrera's body, which was not a good sign. Something had to happen, and happen quickly, if the Best from the West was to prove his greatness. Amusingly enough, the eventual conditions for Julio's escape from Kalevala's iron clutches, were created by the moistured slickness that had initally put the WAR leader in the position to begin with. It seems that the combination of the Commonwealth King's sweat, and Julio's own persperation, reduced the friction to a substantial degree. In combination with the progress previously made with his first attempt at escape, the only thing left to do for Julio, was to attempt another shedding of his bulldog-like opponent. Once again rearing back with as much force as he could muster, the Messiah hurled himself, and the King of the Commonwealth, into the ropes. Bouncing back with blistering speed, it was with an extreme snarl, that Julio placed his left hand on the lower back of the Kennin Clansman, and with his right hand, forced his head out of the human vice known as Kalevala. Turning things a bit sour however, was Guerrera's sneaky little act. As soon as he could feel the blood rushing back to his brain, he thought clearly enough to reach up with his left hand, and once again grab a handfull of the Northlander's hair, tugging back with as much might as he could. The end result was the snapping back of Kalevala's neck, as the back of his head was driven clean into the canvas. The Messiah then stumbled back, finally coming to rest in the ropes, as the blood rushing to his head shook him off balance, almost leading to his collapse down to the mat. Infuriated with the actions of his leader, Kalevala quickly rolled over onto his stomach, and then popped up into a crouching position. Glaring up at his leaning leader, Kalevala grabbed the back of his head, where Julio had just yanked out a tuff of fluff. With his face beet red, and his hand resting on the nape of his neck, Julio Guerrera tossed the clump of the Northlander's hair he was holding, out of the ring, looking back at the dejected Technical Trickster for only a moment, to let out a tiny smirk, and a sly wink
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PWA Tag Team Champion (w/Hellfire)
PWA Commonwealth Champion [Unified TV/Euro Title](First Ever)
PWA European Title (x2)
PWA CUP 2008 Champion (as Koda w/AleXtreme)
2007 Commonwealth Champion of the Year
2006 Rookie of the Year
2006 European Champion of the Year
2006 Feud of the Year
(Vs. Eagle)
#1 Ranked PWA Superstar (Top 5)
2007 Three Hours of Power Finalist
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Coming off the heels of an impassioned exchange ending in a somewhat embarrassing fashion for the Nefarious Northlander, the urge to push forward and strike without mercy was pulsing through each intertwined vein in his body. The combination of humiliation at being bested by, in his mind, an inferior warrior, and the smug expression that had casted itself across the Messiah's face, was enough to send any hot-headed, misty-minded barbarian into a full-blown tantrum. Alternative to that course of action however, cooler heads did indeed prevail for the time being. Turning the other cheek, swallowing the lump of unadulterated rage in his tight throat, the Kennin Clansman showed great poise in simply regaining his vertical base as opposed to simply charging heedlessly into motion. Brushing himself off, beads of sweat that had collected in the first few minutes of the encounter were being shucked aside as the Northlander passed his hands over the bare flesh of his arms. Finishing by snapping the moisture off with the flick of a wrist, the Kennin Warrior looked up once again at the Best from the West, who was now standing without the aid of the ropes. The distinct sanguine shade of Guerrera's head had dissipated to an extreme degree, since his previous clash with the Clansman. However the bloodshot roadmap formed across the whites of the Messiah's eyes, was not about to leave anytime soon. Despite the damage done, Julio seemed to be in good spirits, considering that the young Kalevala had not fallen prey to his allurement. It was the Messiah's intention to execute quite a punishing manoeuvre, had the Trickster taken the bait. Thus the grin currently spread across the leader of the WAR pack's face was perhaps due to an appreciation, and perhaps even a sliver of pride, that his student had learned so well. Regardless however, it was now time to refocus on the task at hand. The audience was applauding somewhat throughout this little break in the action, however most of the activity in the ring was now taking place on the psychological playing field, and even though the crowd was following right along and would not miss a beat, applause was not the order of the hour. The two WAR wolves, ready to sink their teeth into each other, began a slow and steady circling of one another. Julio moved quicker than his counterpart. Taking into account the distance he had been originally from the center of the squared circle, compared to Kalevala, this was of no surprise. The end result was that it was the King of the Commonwealth that stood firmly planted in the center, while "El Malvado" was at a distance of a few feet, examining all possible strike points. It was at this point that the crowd began to become vocal, predicting a spike in the action. Suddenly it was the Best from the West, Julio Guerrera, who made the first move. However it was not a lightning fast kick, or a blinding palm strike that was to begin this second exchange, it was once again a Collar-and-elbow tie-up. Having went through similar motions once before already in the match it was of no amazement that the initial tie-up lasted merely a fraction of an instant the second time around. Having taken the defensive position to begin with, the Kennin Clansman had been in a better position to make judgements, as in doing so, he would not open himself up to any attacks. As such, when he noticed Guerrera coming in for the tie-up, in a heartbeat, Kalevala had already begun to counter the attempt, and in swatting down Julio's elbow before his hand made contact with his shoulder, the Kennin Clansman was able to lock the Messiah once again, in a side-headlock! Although probably not amused at this development, the audience would not have to wait long for a change of pace. Knowing the damage that was done not a moment ago with the very same hold he was currently in, the Messiah was not going to let it happen again. Therefore it was with great haste that Julio pulled the Northlander into the ropes, and created enough momentum to hurl his opponent off of him before the Northlander had a chance to lock the hold in like a vice, as he had done previously. This seemingly lax execution of the headlock, resulting in a quick escape from the Messiah, was partly due to Kalevala's own ego swelling up at how easily he locked his leader in the same simple hold for a second straight time. Because of his own cockiness, it was the Savvy Submissionist now bouncing into the far ropes, due to the power of Guerrera's thrust. Although Guerrera's thrusting power is not usually a point of pride (OH SNAP) , in this case it had been sufficient enough to force the Commonwealth Champion to bounce back towards the center of the ring, where the Messiah was patiently awaiting his return. In an endless journey to make the best out of a bad situation, the Kennin Warrior decided to put his engine on overdrive, and take a run at the WAR leader. Having built up a considerable head of steam, it was only a matter of time before the inevitable collision was to occur. The Messiah had not accounted for the increase in speed and, as a result, was knocked swiftly to the canvas courtesy of a classic shoulder tackle from Kalevala. Standing over the downed Guerrera for a few instants after the collision, the Kennin Warrior took off in a perpendicular direction, boucing himself into the ropes, before returning at full speed towards his downed opponent. As he approached the supine Tag Champ, the Messiah sprang to life in an attempt to trip the approaching Commonwealth title holder, quickly turning over into the prone position. Nimbly thwarting the Best from the West's attempts, Kalevala jumped over him and decided to create even more steam for himself by charging into the opposite ropes. At this point a lightbulb had illuminated within Julio's mind, as he quickly rose to his feet. Bouncing back from the ropes with the fury of the gods, the Kennin Warrior had full intentions of decapitating Guerrera with a laser-like clothesline. Although this was not to be. Being one step ahead of the Shining Star of War, the Leader ducked beneath the swinging axe-like arm of Kalevala, and as he was rising back up, he spun around and wrapped both of his arms firmly around the Northlander's neck. In only a matter of milliseconds, the Messiah had expertly locked in a Sleeper hold. Wrenching his appendages around the pressure points in the Warrior's neck was especially gratifying in this case, considering Kalevala's actions earlier on in the match. Swinging, and pulling the Northlander's neck from side to side, ever tightening the hold and attempting to get Kalevala down to the canvas, Guerrera was giving the Savvy Submissionist a taste of his own medicine. Now it was only a matter of seeing how long it would last...


(OOC: I didn't want to double you, but I gave you adequate warning. Also, its just a continuation of what I wanted to do in the first post....and I didn't even get to complete the series I had originally talked about. >.< )
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PWA Tag Team Champion (w/Hellfire)
PWA Commonwealth Champion [Unified TV/Euro Title](First Ever)
PWA European Title (x2)
PWA CUP 2008 Champion (as Koda w/AleXtreme)
2007 Commonwealth Champion of the Year
2006 Rookie of the Year
2006 European Champion of the Year
2006 Feud of the Year
(Vs. Eagle)
#1 Ranked PWA Superstar (Top 5)
2007 Three Hours of Power Finalist
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Returning to the unadulterated action of a PWA Three Hours of Power tournament match, was not only a welcomed change from the constant droning of faceless commercial breaks, but was packed to the brim with thrilling action. In a tournament with such a large prize, a sure-fire way to catch an action packed encounter, would be to tune in to any of the countless epic battles being raged. This match was no different. After a rather equal exchange to start things off, with no real clear cut victor who had escaped with the edge, the match had progressed to it current state without much of anything special transpiring. Currently as it stood, the first and so far only Commonwealth Champion to ever grace a PWA ring with his presence, Kalevala, was being slowly sapped of energy through an expertly executed sleeper hold, being applied by none other than one half of the tag team champions, and leader of WAR, Julio Guerrera. With his glistening Mexican forearms wrapped tightly around the Northlander's neck there really did appear as though there was no hope for escape. The Northlander felt as though he was losing his grip of reality, fading away into unconsciousness. Knowing that his run in the tournament could potentially come to an abrupt end if he did not regain consciousness on time, the Kennin Warrior was not about to take that chance. Before even coming to the point where the referee would have to intervene, the Kennin Clansman put a chain of events into action that would hopefully end up being beneficial to him. Struggling back and forth, left and right, shifting his momentum in every which direction, the Kennin Warrior was attempting to throw his oppressor off in one way or another. After a brief few moments of fiery passion in attempts to escape, the Trickster was able to connect with a clean elbow shot to the side of the Messiah's ribs. Feeling Guerrera's grip loosen even to the slightest degree, was enough motivation for Kalevala to act. Taking off into a sprint, dragging Julio along with him, the Clansman ran to the ropes. In hopes of keeping the hold locked in, the Messiah simply attempted to follow the Commonwealth King, in hopes of re-gaining the stability of his former perfectly locked in submission move. Assuming that Kalevala was attempting to simply bounce into the ropes, Julio did not adjust himself in any way, for any other situation. This proved to be quite an oversight, as the Northlander proved to be quite inventive. As he sprinted towards the ropes, instead of bouncing into them, he threw himself like a spear in between the middle and top rope, feet first. The end result of which, saw the unsuspecting Julio Guerrera sling his neck onto the top rope, as he attempted to hold Kalevala in place. At the precise moment where Julio's larynx compressed itself against the top rope, his grip on Kalevala was completely released. The Northlander fell to the floor on the outside, and quickly recovered, getting his bearings in an instant. Turning on the outside to see the gasping Messiah grabbing his throat, stumbling around, sparked something with the Warrior. He leaped up onto the canvas, just as Julio was bent over, breathing hard. This was the perfect set up for the one of his most lethal manoeuvres, and so Kalevala grabbed the top rope, and spring boarded himself off of the highest rope, and soared to the center of the ring, where Guerrera was waiting, perfectly set up. However at the last possible moment to retract himself out of harm’s way, the sneaky Messiah did so. The Nefarious Northlander, expecting to have the man beat and the match won, ended up flat on his back, with his WAR brethren looming over him. That cunning cat had been playing possum, and now the Messiah was in the position of power. Reaching down and scooping up his Shining Star, Julio grabbed another handful of hair, and connected with a stiff clothesline, sending the young Kalevala down to the mat in a heap of flesh. Rising back to his feet, Guerrera brought Kalevala along for the ride as well, yanking him up once again. It had seemed that Julio had everything under control. He grabbed the Savvy Submissionist's wrist, and pushed him back into the ropes, with the intentions of sending him across the ring into the ropes, with a whip. As Julio pulled back and attempted to shift his weight in the proper fashion, he felt as though something was wrong. Kalevala, having counteracted Julio's alteration in body weight distribution with another shift of his own, as successfully able to reverse the whip! However instead of sending his WAR leader into the ropes, he connected with a quick elbow to Julio's jaw, sending him reeling, stumbling backwards into the nearest set of red ropes. Dazed and confused at the lighting quick strike, Julio was seeing double, as he stumbled back towards the centered Kalevala. Attempting to re-created his past successes, the Messiah reacted on instinct by reaching out and swatting his arm, attempting a strong clothesline. It was with substantial ease however, that the Kennin Warrior ducked beneath this mundane manoeuvre. The force at which Julio had attempted the clothesline however, resulted in Guerrera making a 180. His back now turned to the rising Kalevala, the only thing the Mystery Man had to do, was put his arm between Julio's legs, and lift him onto his back. Now with the Messiah on his back, in a reverse fireman's carry position, the Commonwealth King executed a risky move that he had never performed on PWA television before today: he brought Julio's head down in front of him, pulling the Best from the West off of his shoulders, and down into a piledriver! Kalevala referred to this as the Special K! The audience gasped, and applauded the execution of this manoeuvre. After he hit the move, Guerrera went limp. Getting back to his feet, in lieu of making a pin attempt, Kalevala instead, dragged Julio into position. The Kennin Clansman then signalled for the end, with a slicing of the throat gesture. Quickly turning to the turnbuckle, Kalevala bounded almost to the top in one smooth move, turning back as the audience members began to take out their cameras and stand on their feet, getting ready to capture another brilliant, and powerful sight. Sure enough, in mere moments, the exciting nature of Kalevala made itself known again, as he spun through the air, hitting the seldom seen Seventh Star! The crowd cheered loudly as the Northlander made the pin. The ref quickly got into position, and made the count. One! TWO! THREE! The bell rang.

Ring Announcer: The Winner of this Match, and advancing to the Final Round of the Three Hours of Power tournament, KALEVALA!

As the announcer's voice faded away, the referee brought in both the Commonwealth title, and one half of the Tag Team titles, both of which Kalevala snatched away as soon as he could. Knowing Kalevala's disposition to officials, the referee decided it was best to just back off. Turning back to his defeated leader, Kalevala knelt down and rested the title over Julio's waist. He paused for a moment, before slowly getting up, and exiting the ring. He had one more match to prepare for, and was almost positive that Julio could take care of himself.

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PWA Tag Team Champion (w/Hellfire)
PWA Commonwealth Champion [Unified TV/Euro Title](First Ever)
PWA European Title (x2)
PWA CUP 2008 Champion (as Koda w/AleXtreme)
2007 Commonwealth Champion of the Year
2006 Rookie of the Year
2006 European Champion of the Year
2006 Feud of the Year
(Vs. Eagle)
#1 Ranked PWA Superstar (Top 5)
2007 Three Hours of Power Finalist
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