Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]
Welcome to Pojo Wrestling Alliance. We hope you enjoy your visit.


You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free.


Join our community!


If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features:

Username:   Password:
Multi Quote Multi Quote
Locked Topic
P.Y vs. AleXtreme; Non-Title Match
Topic Started: May 6 2007, 11:09 PM (156 Views)
Vegeta
Member Avatar
Hall of Famer
 *  *  *  *  *  *  *
---
AleXtreme
---

"X-Stream" by Voivod hits the PA System as the crowd starts to cheer. They all know AleXtreme is about to make his way to the ring. By the curtain, red and blue fireworks burst out. They hit the roof and explode into beautiful dust. Sparks come out where the fireworks just did as AleXtreme bursts through them. He looked at the crowd and was satisfied as to what he saw. He raised his hands up to his X Cross Arms taunt as the arena lights soon flash red and blue very quickly. AleXtreme walks down the ramp while slapping some of the hands of the audience. The announcer then starts to speak into his microphone.

Announcer: Introducing, from Chicago, Illonois, weighing at a 270 pounds, THE EXTREMINATOR, AL,EX,TREEEEME!

He rolls into the ring again and does his X Cross Arms taunt. The Lights go to normal as he does a few warm up stretches.

---
P.Y
---

The crowd falls into a hushed silence - that is, right up until the moment Steve Vai’s “Bad Horsie” commences, with dominating authority. The sole sound of a low tuned, down tempo riff has never hit anybody with as much rage, as much hatred as this before, but each night it rings out loudly through the PA system, it proves to be a song associated with nothing but pure evil. Momentarily, there is a pause. Momentarily, the lights cut out. It is only when the sound of a horse’s neigh, reigniting the song’s riff that a sole spotlight drops down upon the top of the ramp, now revealing a sole figure, paired with a menacing stare that glares into the darkened abyss before him. Welcome P.Y, the PWA World Champion. He stands there, deadly still, arms falling by his gold strapped waist as the crowd start to become more and more impatient, the volume of their boos increasing by the second.

RING ANNOUNCER: Making his way to the ring – From the United Kingdom, he weighs in at 315lbs, standing at 6 feet 11 and a half inches tall. He is the English Monster, the British Behemoth and the PWA World Champion – P.Y!

Never before has a Ring Announcer been met with such a loathsome response. In darkness, he quickly flees the ring before the Englishman arrives, slowly being guided to the ring under the bright spotlight from above. Where fans once craved to extend their arm over the barrier and throw their hands at him, now it’s a completely different story. Everybody stays back. They’d rather keep well away from this man, at all possible costs. Instead they decide to observes whilst exhaling all of the air from their lungs in a collective boo, throwing all their hatred at the man now at ringside. The English Monster grabs a firm hold of the tope rope, able to hoist himself up onto the canvas by his sheer size and further enter the battlefield by stepping over the three tightly strung cables. Slowly but surely, he steps into the centre of the ring, gradually removing the World Title from around his waist and grasping the strap at both ends. When he hoists the gold up high, the crowd’s volume again shoots up. They hate him, they truly do. The lights eventually fade in, as the British Behemoth reluctantly hands his title to the somewhat scared looking official, resorting to a few moments of warming up his limbs in the seconds he has to spare.



Offline Profile Goto Top
 
P.Y
Member Avatar
Hall of Famer
 *  *  *  *  *  *
DING DING DING!

You only have to take one glance in the behemoth’s eyes, one simple glimpse at the vehemence flickering in his pupils to know that standing in his path is a bad idea; he’ll leave that duty down to AleXtreme. Quickly skipping aside, the senior official decides to play things safe by standing aside, far away from the battlefield as possible knowing the dangers that could easily arise - but on a prolonged second look however, this ‘field' appears to be an empty one. Not only is it himself that is confused, but so too, the sold out arena crowd soon begin to lower the volume of their manic jeering, trying to piece together the reality of this situation. Unfortunately their answers appear inconclusive; nobody knows why these two warriors are refraining for commencing an all out war, but it’s only when their volume actually descends that the ice begins to melt upon the pair of frozen figures. Fingers wiggle, hands move, and before they know it both men are back on the warpath, marching forward – or in AleXtreme’s case, running. The slightly lighter combatant uses this slight edge to his advantage as his figure darts towards the World Champion, apparently short on brakes. He does however still have the heels of his black boots to bring him back down to a stead speed, but instead of deceleration, the soles of his shoes are put to a much better use in the form of a low targeted Dropkick. Both feet slam into the imaginary bull’s-eye, pasted on the Englishman’s shin, and thanks to the combined magnitude and direction of such a force, the manoeuvre leaves P.Y short of one leg. Not literally, of course. The lower part of his limb snaps back, leaving him the surprising task of balancing of only one leg whilst trying to grasp the remaining strands of his equilibrium – a task made somewhat impossible when somebody is latching onto the limb like a leech. The Extreminatior’s tactics seem somewhat bizarre on first glance, but when it’s evident his is simply trying to prize the man’s foot away from the canvas, to some extent the crowd seem understanding; not to a large degree, but it’s better than nothing. The rest of their feelings are residing with disbelief, knowing well enough that such a tactic does more to the World Champion’s aggravation than it does to his descent. Right on cue comes the proof. A handful of hair is all that he needs to prise away the irritation gnawing away at his leg, the sheer pain of his hair being uprooted, enough to make AleXtreme reduces his grip all the way down to zero. But if he though that was painful enough, it comes as bad news to know that such hair-pulling was only a warm-up. What follows could easily be missed by a simple blinking of the eye – perhaps some unfortunate to do so – as the English Monster twists and turns the body of his foe like an accordion, most confused until he finally ends his human origami session by dropping to the canvas. It is in fact a Side Russian Leg Sweep, made painful looking by the way in which the Extreminator was contorted into position, leaving the man in a world of hurt amidst the reignited booing that commences from the crowd.
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
AleXtreme
Member Avatar
PWA Wrestler
 *  *  *
The Extreme One's situation looked bad, if not totally impossible. He was going up against the current PWA World Champion, and a veteran of the sport. The Bohemian that stood before him was a man who has destroyed people in his path to his goals, and was now unattached to the crowd. He was basically an animal out of his cage, waiting for anyone brave enough to step up to him and give him a challenge. Not only was he a savage beast, but a calculating one, so it would not be easy to outsmart the English Monster. AleXtreme now lay on the floor, seemingly helpless against his unstoppable opponent, writhing in pain after the Russian Leg Sweep. P.Y was now on his feet, standing tall over his newer opponent, a sick smile plastered on his face. AleXtreme attempted to roll over in order to escape his terrifying opponent, but the English Monster had other plans for him. The World Champion bent over, evil intentions about to be carried out, and reached out for The Extreminator. P.Y gripped the collar of the Football Jersey AleXtreme was wearing tightly, then started to slowly drag Mr. Extreme Himself all the way up to a vertical base, making AleXtreme think of what is in store for him. AleXtreme, on the other hand, was not going to suffer a punishing defeat at the hands of The English Monster without a fight. As P.Y had dragged AleXtreme's body all the way to one knee, AleXtreme braced himself tightly to the ground, making sure the English Monster could not lift him further. P.Y pulled up again, but could not force AleXtreme up, angering him, and possibly creating far greater problems for AleXtreme than originally intended. Before P.Y could go any further, AleXtreme swiftly bent his right arm, having his elbow pointed at P.Y's stomach. AleXtreme threw his arm in the direction of his target, his opponent for the night, P.Y. As the elbow neared, The English Monster was helpless to do anything, for the elbow was coming in too fast, and the only thing he could do was wait for impact. Impact was the right word to describe the Elbow Smash that crashed into P.Y's midsection, and forced him to let go of the collar and retreat backwards. P.Y's placed his arm on his stomach, hoping it would feel back to normal before AleXtreme can go on the offensive against him. As he raised his head to look in front of him, he realized that he might be a little too late to recover and keep the offensive edge for AleXtreme was already charging for the English Monster like a rampaging bull. There seemed to be nothing that could stop the momentum generated by The Man with Strength Beyond Strength as he stampeded forward. As AleXtreme approached The English Monster, he was helpless to control the situation. AleXtreme jumped forward right before he tried to execute a move on P.Y. As AleXtreme's shoulder tackled into P.Y, it signaled that he had successfully executed a Spear! The English Monster started to fall at the hands of his rookie opponent, and he was very anger about this. Both men hit the ground at about the same time, but when they did, a loud thud was created, sending shock waves through the arena.

Donny: AleXtreme is starting to dominate! I didn't think we'd see this in the match so early on!

Johnny: Well, we'll find out what happens after our final commercial break!

PWA cuts to a commercial as the last scene is AleXtreme getting to his feet as P.Y lay on his back.

OOC: I really didn't feel like doing it this week. So, yeah. That's all I've got.
monpetit45 (11:43:45 AM): So....if you're the Father of DBZ....does that make you Vegeta's daddy?
Fat Hero F DBZ (11:43:56 AM): LMAO!
Fat Hero F DBZ (11:44:05 AM): I never thought of it that way.
Fat Hero F DBZ (11:44:28 AM): VEGETA...CUM TO DADDY


PWA Accomplishments:
PWA Hardcore Champion[current]
2008 PWA Cup Winner w/ Koda
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
Kyle The Freak Rieger
Member Avatar
PWA's Resident ROHbot
 *  *  *  *
PWA Insanity comes back from commercial with a PY standing over Alextreme

Johnny: Welcome back folks, here's what you missed over the break

The Footage goes into picture in picture, Alextreme manages to hoist PY up onto the top rope. He collapses PY's head until its nearly touching his knees. The fans are in awe of this show of strength will he be able to keep the English Behemoth up in the air? PY starts to fight, he wraps an arm around Alex's head, and leans backwards, breaking up the Muscle Buster attempt, and turning it into a DDT. Which brings us right back up to right now. PY grabs a hold of Alex's Throat and lifts him up to his feet. The ref starts to count, warning him that the choke is illegal, but PY doesn't care at all. He continues to crush away on Alex's larynx before lifting him up into the air, bracing him with his left arm. PY looks around the crowd for a brief moment, before sending Alex's head straight into the canvas with the Black Hand Treatment The rest is all formality, PY goes for the cover, the ref gets down on his knees and counts.

1....2....3

The bell sounds, “Backstabber” cues up, PY gets the world title and holds it in the air for the fans to see.

Johnny: PY continues his winning streak, but this Sunday its going to be him Vs. Vegeta, and who knows who's arm will be raised after that. Remember folks Sunday Three Hours of Power, Vegeta vs. PY, Steele Vs. Triple Six, and the Finals of Three Hours of Power. I'm Johnny Thunder signing off for PWA Insanity.
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)
« Previous Topic · Insanity Archives (2005 - 2009) · Next Topic »
Locked Topic