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Insanity Episode 126; Allstate Arena; Rosement, Illinois
Topic Started: May 20 2007, 10:46 PM (415 Views)
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MAIN EVENT
Windy City Death Match
Intercontinental Title Match

Kyle Rieger © vs. Tom Tyco

Non-Title Match
P.Y vs. Tommy Dragon

Triple 6 vs. Black Dragon

Commonwealth Title Match
Kalevala © vs. Kamikaze Kid

Non-Title Match
Alex Giltinane vs. Piccie Smalls

Blake Frost vs. Anthony Pelizzoli

Hardcore Title Match
Lumberjack Match
Razer © vs. Adam Senton

AleXtreme vs. Jeff McKarney

JR Judy vs. Kendo vs. Jay Frenzal
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Kendo
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The Arena

Johnny: Ladies and gentlemen, we are live from Rosement, Illinois! Following a great Pay-Per-View Three Hours of Power, we have a loaded show for you tonight!

Johnny is interrupted before he can go any further by the song "Buss Yo Head" by Young Buck! The fans in the arena begin cheering as Kendo's entrance video begins playing on the screen, and Kendo emerges from the back! Kendo looks more frustrated than anything else. To put it bluntly, if looks could kill Kendo would be in prison for mass-murder. Kendo has on his usual backstage attire, baggy jeans, boots, gloves, a tanktop, a jacket, sunglasses, and a bandana - all black. His theme song blasts harder as he makes his way to the ring,

"Aight rap niggas! You go 24 hours to live nigga! Your time's up right motherfuckin now nigga! Die, die, die, die, die! Y'all niggas ain't killas, y'all niggas some hoes! And y'all act like the realest but you already know, the gangstas feel us and 50 shouldn't o' let me go, cuz the rappers that was beefin they ain't talking no mo',

I'll Bust They Motherfuckin' head, hoe! You wanna die?
I'll Bust Yo Motherfuckin' head, hoe! I'm ready t' ride!
I'll Bust They Motherfuckin' head, hoe! Who wanna die?
I'll Bust Yo Motherfuckin' head, hoe! I'm ready t' ride!"


Kendo gets into the ring as the first verse begins playing, not looking any happier to be in the ring. Kendo walks across the ring, ignoring anything from the fans in the arena, and immediately calls for a mic from the ring announcer. The announcer wisely complies with Kendo's demand, handing his own mix away. Kendo snatches the microphone, tapping it for a quick sound check.

Kendo: This thing on? *tap tap*

Kendo's music cuts out, and the speakers let out a loud thud after Kendo's taps. Kendo is pacing around the ring, thinking of what words he wants to use to get his point across.

Kendo: Consistency. Something that's ALWAYS been synonymous with my name. Week in, week out, for my entire LIFE... I've been consistent. Only twice in the twenty-seven years I've been on this planet have I been inconsistent. The first time, I did a bid in prison. The second? My tenure thus far in the Pojo Wrestling Alliance.

Kendo lowers the microphone for a moment, pacing around once more. Kendo whipes his face, he's sweating. Possibly from anger, possibly from sheer embarrasment. Either way, he's noticeably uncomfortable with his situation.

Kendo: Let's take a little walkthrough. First, I have a little meeting with PWA Management. Mainly small talk. We bullshitted for a few hours. Just getting comfortable with each other. Didn't even talk about wrestling. Just talking about everything else. What's going on in the NFL, some small personal projects, mentioned a few movie deals I've been offered. Just small shit.

Kendo once again takes a little pause, gathering his thoughts, and once again taking the time to whipe the sweat from his face. Ken looks a little more comfortable, speaking in a very casual tone.

Kendo: We got along well, so we decide to wait until the next day to talk business. That's when the real talk came up. They asked about any arrests I've had, any backstage altercations with other wrestlers, asked to talk to previous employers, all that shit. We're still on the same page, so we start talking numbers. Money wasn't a huge issue, we were both on the same page from the start. They already have the contract typed up, like I said we agreed on everything from the get-go.

Kendo: So, they fax a copy to my lawyer. A little while later I get a call from him, and we're all set. He doesn't see anything wrong with the deal, so I sign my name on the line. I'm officially employed by Pojo Wrestling Alliance. I leave the office, walk out of the main building, and get in my car. Next day I pass my physical, and we set up a date for my first match. Then, on that very night as I'm getting ready I get a phone call. Apparently the United States of America didn't think I was someone who deserved to work as a wrestler in the country, and I go through a process of being banned from wrestling the America. Well, my lawyer tells me that I can't go out. That marks the first form of inconsistency in my stay here.

Kendo walks around the ring some more, and continues.

Kendo: So I'm sweatin' my ass off, thinking I'm gonna be fucked over because of something stupid. See, I pay my lawyers top dollar. I don't want to lose a case, ever. Fuck settling out of court and shit, I'm gonna win and make the other party look retarded in the process! So, we go and have a little talk, and they decide NOT to ban me. Thank the Lord, I can come back.

Kendo: So I come back for my second debut match. I get Frank Evans, and I win the match. He just wasn't prepared for what I brought to the table. He didn't study me well enough. I win. He loses. Then, I go up against Kamikaze Kid*pop*. Yeah, that guy. I battle his ass the entire match, but I lose my mental stability in the end, and bam. I'm out. Inconsistency.

Kendo: BUt I bounce back, and I get a match with La Sombra. I shouldn't say match, shit it was one of the easiest times of my life. Easy win. Then, Three Hours of Power hits. I get Adam Senton. Guy is pretty good, I won't lie. But I didn't focus. I didn't sit back and play my game, and I lost. Granted, he needed the ropes to beat me... but I still lost. Plain and simple, no excuses. He got me. Inconsistency.

Kendo: PWA has not seen the real Kendo. So far, all you have are flashes. Flashes of brilliance, and then a flash of ignorance and incompetence. I should be considered undefeated after beating myself so much. But tonight... it's my time. It's my time to finally unleash everything. JR Judy, my opponent tonight, making your debut. Sorry you have to go up against me, but I'm gonna beat your ass!

The fans in the arena let out a roar of cheers for Kendo's remarks, liking his attitude. Kendo's tone has moved from casual to more physical and determined.

Kendo: And later tonight, Hardcore Title match. Adam Senton, you son of a bitch, I'll be there at ringside as a lumberjack! I don't give a damn who wins, and who loses, but you can bet your ass I'll be there to kick the living SHIT out of you when it's all said and done! *pop* And after I'm done with you, I'm making a challenge to whoever wins the Hardcore Title match tonight. Next week, one-on-one, for the title! Put up, or shut the fuck up!

Kendo throws the microphone up into the air, and into the crowd as "Buss Yo Head" begins playing again, and he exits the ring!

Johnny: Don! Kendo doesn't sound like he's playing around with Adam Senton!
Donny: No he doesn't, and I feel for the guy!
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Adam Senton
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Before his match against Razer for the hardcore championship of the world, Adam Senton is sitting down on a comfortable looking chair, reading something. The crowd does not seem happy to see the man who ended Kendos immediate hopes and dreams of winning a Pojo Wrestling Alliance title. Senton doesn't seem happy to see the camera crew either and he has a huge sigh to greet them. The cruiserweight looks up at the camera knowing what they want and, as he expected, out of the blue pops up PWA interview man, Mitchell Cole! Cole is wearing the usual black dress shirt and navy blue pants. The man looks over to Senton and begins to speak with a loud booming voice.

Mitchell Cole:Ladies and gentleman, I am here with Adam Senton. A man who last night at PWA's three hours of power Pay Per view defeated Kendo to get his hands on the number one contendership for the hardcore title. So Adam, how are you feeling about your match?

Adam Senton:Well Mitchell, I am feeling pretty confident. I mean four of my lumberjacks are members of one of the most dominate stables in PWA right now, the wicked and my other one is Alextreme. Alex is another young guy like me, we are just trying to make a name for ourselves. But Cole you see, the main difference between Alex and I, is that I have won a title, he hasn't.

Mitchell Cole:So Adam, how do you feel about your opponent Razer

Adam Senton:Well Cole, I am really glad you asked that question. Razer may be a former world heavyweight champion, and I respect him for that, I really do, but he only won the hardcore title because it was a royal rumble, and we had a god damned time limit. I am a two time hardcore champion, and believe me. The hardcore title is the hardest title to hold on to, especially when you have it during the hardcore rumble at Massacre, like I was.

Mitchell Cole:What are your goals for the recent future, Adam?

Adam Senton:Well Mitchell Cole, my only goals are to win tonight. I am not one of those people who will look onto the future ten years away, oh no. And I also don't dwell on the past, I only live for the future Cole.

Mitchell Cole:Well, Adam it has been a pleasure lets do it again some time.

Adam Senton:How about.... no!

Adam grabs Mitchell by his shirt and tosses him into the table that he was reading by and than walks away as a PWA doctor checks on the interviewer.

But instead of the scene fading, a figure appears next to dismantled Mitchell Cole as he lays amongst a mess of broken table shards. It is none other than Tom Tyco! Tom glares at the broken man in all his embarrassing glory until the reason of the arrival is revealed. With as much power in his voice he can muster, Tom shouts ...

Tom Tyco: ... DAMN!

NOW the camera fades into nothing.


OOC:Random.
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Anthony Pelizzoli
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The scene opens with Anthony "The Don" Pelizzoli. He is in yet another suite drinking a fine red wine as 3 very beautiful women surround him in his chair. On his shoulder is his newly won Tag Team Title.As The Don takes yet another sip of his wine Mitchell Cole arrives in the door way asking The Don for some questions.

Mitchell Cole: Well Anthony, your one half of the new Tag Team Champions, what are your thoughts?

Anthony: Well, as you know Mitchell, I deserve this gold and more importantly the Untouchables and PWA deserve this gold. You see with the gold comes the power, the fame, the riches and of course the women.

The women now begin to rub The Dons back

Mitchell Cole: Well how do you feel about your partner Black Dragon? I mean you two are a very unlikely duo and don't seem to always be on the same page.

Anthony: Well your right, me and Black Dragon aren't always on the same page. I mean, he is the very man who took my Hardcore Title from me. Something I do know, though, is that The Don always looks out for his own best interest and if Black Dragon is needed then I will treat my partner with the respect we need to keep winning.

Mitchell Cole: Well it looks like your having quite the party already, what about your match with Blake Frost later tonight? Are you worried?

Anthony: Blake Frost? Listen Mitchell, Blake is an excellent competitor, no doubt about it. He is a former world champion and you certainly don't get to that position without both dedication and talent. What Blake is in for tonight, however, is like nothing he has seen before. Blake, if you commoners haven't noticed, has been on a downhill slide. You see recently his win - loss record is terrible and if I am not mistaken he was kicked out of WAR by the very two men who's asses I kicked yesterday.

Mitchell Cole: Are you in the right physical condition to have a match today? Even after that intense battle last night?

Anthony: Why don't you ask these ladies how I feel?

Ladies: He is doing... amazing....

Anthony: Now if you don't mind, Mitchell, I have some ... private matters to attend to with my lady friends here... Now scoot... SCOOT!

The scene ends with Mitchell getting thrown out by The Don who closes the door on the camera, winking before he shuts the door

PWA Accomplishments
PWA Commonwealth Champion (1)
PWA Tag Team Champion (1) (w/ Black Dragon)
PWA Hardcore Champion (1)
Untouchables Member
Top 6 in Wrestlefest Rumble 2007
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Kyle The Freak Rieger
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*PWA Insanity comes back from commercial, with the camera Focused on Johnny and Donny, who look ready to address the audience.*

Johnny: Well folks, we've seen a lot so far in the fallout from Three Hours of Power last night. Don't forget still coming up. The Chicago Native, one of the most popular wrestlers here in the Windy City, Triple Six will be taking on the new PWA Tag Team Champion Black Dragon.

*Cheers pop up all over for Triple Six*

Donny: And The English Monster P.Y, after his successful title defense against The Icon Vegeta, he'll be fighting The American Crippler, Tommy Dragon in a non-title match. Will P.Y.'s size win the battle, or with Tommy take P.Y. down and cement his place as one of the top men in the PWA.

Johnny: And our main event, The Second City's Native Son, Kyle “The Freak” Rieger, will be defending his Intercontinental Title, against the man he beat for the title, Tom “The Pick” Tyco. This is what we in the business like to call the rubber match. And Parents, you might want to send the kids to bed early, because these men are meeting in a Windy City Deathmatch. Lets see how this all came about.

*Flashback to Massacre, We hear Johnny and Donny commentating on the match.*

Johnny: Tom Tyco, looks out of it folks, I don't think he'll be able to continue on. Kyle's not done, he wants to end it all, he's grabbed Tom and hoisted him to the top rope. This can't be good.

Donny: You're wrong Johnny, this is gonna be good. Freak's going for Good Times, Great Memories, He's got The Pick hooked, and he's dropping back. GOD DAMN, did you hear that sound, Tom Tyco's head is caved in, he's done.

Johnny: Kyle's hooking the Leg, 1..2..3. We have a new Intercontinental Champion. And its Kyle “The Freak” Rieger”

Announcer: Winner of this bout and NEW PWA Intercontinental Champion, KYLE "THE FREAK" RIEGER!

The Chicago native is handed his newly won belt while Tyco is being check on by a duo of PWA medics. Walking up the turnbuckle, The Freak raises his arms above his head, showing off the IC Title in his hands.

Johnny: That top rope DDT was amazing. I don't think Tyco has moved an inch since he was planted on his head.

Donny: I knew he'd do it! Look out PWA, Kyle is a man on a mission!

*Flashback ends, music picks up, various clips are now being spliced together. It begins with clips of both men winning their first and second round matches. Kyle hits a Roaring Elbow, and then Powerbombs and pins Alex Giltinane. While Tyco jokingly beats Deano White with a Monkey Flip. Kyle Rieger hits a Flying Asshole on Devlin Jackson to make it to the finals of the bracket. Tyco sends Anthony “The Don” Pelizzoli down with a big boot, setting up the finals. It cuts away to the Dragon Slayers Promo of WAR, with Kyle Rieger Talking about the finals.*

Kyle: I know I'd be doing a damn disservice to myself, and to every true wrestling fan out there in the world today, if I let that happen. Lets all face it tonight, we've all got tough matches, I've got The Pick Tom Tyco, I mopped the floor with you at Massacre, and I'll gladly do it tonight just to show you that you don't mess with the greatest grouping of Wrestlers ever assembled. You two may have to face one and other, but think of it this way, we are brothers, and every once in awhile brothers have to blow off some steam and fight with one another. Might as well get it outta your system now, then let it all build up. And I'll see the winner in the finals daddy, WOOOO.

*It cuts to footage of the match, the music builds up. Kyle lifts Tom up and drops him straight on his head with a Backdrop Driver. He ascends to the top and hits a Swandive Headbutt. Freak even goes cheap, hitting a Curb Stomp, and following it up with a Double Armbar. Tom Hits his DDT, switching the momentum of the match. He Sets Freak up with a Falling Spinebuster. Then nearly gets the win when he hits his Diamond Spear. Tom follows it up Frogsplashing and Pinning Freak, but he only gets a two. Kyle hits a Senton, Tom a Clothesline. The match is back and Forth. We see shots of Kyle coughing up blood, spitting and misting it out into the air. He does it to look sadistic, and it works. Then the fatal moment, Kyle Mists Tom in the Face, and the match is called. We see Kyle Arguing with the Ref, Tom being helped to the back. And it fades away to Kyle Rieger and the Midgets in the back*

Kyle: Ok, so you know the deal right. He's gonna be here right. Ok you guys, and remember its your tiny little asses if he isn't.

*The Midgets hold their asses, jump and run away, as Kyle smirks that simple smirk. Mario Woosey steps into the picture, and begins to speak.*

Mario: Mr. Rieger, what was that right there about.

*Kyle turns around to see who's addressing him*

Kyle: Ahhhh, Maria, nice to see yeah, that, that's nothing you need to worry about ok buddy.

Mario: Mario, My name is Mario. Anyways, Windy City Deathmatch, what does that entail.

Kyle: Well, its quite simple. Last Monday, I lost my opportunity to go on in Three Hours of Power to that little pissant, Tom “The Pick” Tyco. He cost me my shot at being the Number 1 Contender for the World Title. Because of some bullshit ruling, by some bought off ref. And Its discrimination, against a man of my wrestling caliber.

Mario: Well, Kyle, it seemed pretty obvious that you used Asian Mist, what some dub Inferno Mist, in your match with Tom Tyco.

Kyle: Yeah, it seems obvious, except for one simple reason Mario. I was bleeding in my mouth the whole match, I had misted and spit up blood the entire time. And the Ref calls it on that, I swear to you, I did not use the dreaded Inferno Mist. But tonight, I'll have it at my disposal, along with my bottle of Kerosene if I need it.

*Kyle Pulls out a bottle of Kerosene and a lighter from his coat. He begins to pull out more items*

Kyle: I'll have my brass knuckles if I need them. I can use my Spike if I want to. Maybe I'll need some chain. I can act like Abullah and use this fork. Act like the Sheik and use a pencil. You never know daddy. You never know what I will use. Tom, this is your environment you think. Hardcore rules, but you forget one simple thing. Tonight you aren't wrestling Kyle “The Freak” Rieger. Tonight Tom Tyco, you're wrestling THE FREAK. MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Live and in person, right here, in my home town, THE MEAN STREETS OF CHICAGO ILLINOIS.

*The Crowd bursts into cheers, Kyle Rieger will always be loved in his hometown.*

Kyle: We're going to do this old school, hardcore, this isn't a match, this is a fight. A Windy City Deathmatch, just you, me, and a ref to call a pin, check a submission, or declare a knockout. You gotta beat me, on my land, on my terms. And there is no way I will let any Green Bay Bastard, take away CHICAGO'S TITLE. I've said enough.

*Kyle walks away, the fans cheering for The Freak, something many haven't seen in a long time.*

Mario: Lots of intensity and energy from Kyle Rieger, but will that be enough to take down Tom Tyco, we'll see.

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Hardcore 1x
European 1x
Tag 1x
Intercontinental 1x
2008 Three Hours of Power Winner
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Black Dragon
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The Camera cuts to Black Dragon's Locker room after the promo/interview by Kyle Rieger. Black Dragon is seen standing by once again with his long time friend and colleague, Gene Oakerlund.


Gene: Well Black Dragon, you have certainly been impressive the last two weeks. I'm sure you feel good about that Tag Team belt that is around your waist at the moment.

Black Dragon: Indeed I am, I won't take anything away from Anthony, he's a good wrestler and has been quite impressive himself lately. I look forward to more matches with him. I still think our name should be the "Ego Killers".

Gene: What about your match tonight against Triple 6?

Gene's mentioning of Triple 6 brings a sYoeemingly sudden silence over the locker room. Black Dragon looks up into the air, probably smiling.

Black Dragon: Well....We are even at 1-1. We still have a score to settle. I still remember when I pinned him our first match...

Black Dragon chuckles before completing his sentence.

Black Dragon: I will certainly be ready though.

Gene: You two have been at each other throats for a long time...

Black Dragon: Indeed.

Gene: Any final thoughts?

Black Dragon: Kyle, I think you forgot to mention someone in your interview.

Black Dragon chuckles again and Gene Oakerlund does his usual sign off.
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PWA Accomplishments:
Author of the best commentary line used in a match. (Anthony Pelizzoli/Black Dragon vs Heaven and Hell)
Beat Triple 6 (OOC: He jobbed. :shifty )
Participated in the longest match in PWA history. (Black Dragon vs Tsunami)
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We are taken backstage, yet it barely looks like a camera is on. The picture is dim, murky, and a light fog is present in the shot. Many think it’s not backstage, and that it is somewhere else in the city of Illinois. Through the dark and the opaque white mist, a figure is seen sitting on the ground. No face can be made out; only glowing green eyes and a white outfit are present. As the camera looms closer, the outfit isn’t an ordinary run of the mill fashion style. Buckles, straps, and long arms reveal this to be a straight jacket. The green eyes are eerily staring into another direction, not even acknowledging the camera’s present. Pale white hands with ragged painted fingernails are wrapped around the mans knees, revealing that for some reason this creature is stuck in the fetal position. Rocking back and forth the figure can be seen saying something very softly. No sound could be picked up, but any lip reader could tell what the man was saying. “Only this, and nothing more.” Over and over again the man mutters the phrase, slowly raising his voice with each recital of the famous line from Poe’s “The Raven” poem. Many fans in the arena are visibly shaken by the presence of the odd man. In fact a great number of them jumped when the figure screamed the phrase for the last time, and finally focused his face on camera.

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The face of a mad man, the face of a psychopath, and the face of a man we once knew. Although there is little left that could be called normal about his appearance, it is none other than Chaos. A WAR member who mysteriously disappeared months ago has returned, but for what reason? After a few strands of hair are pulled out and the Canadian’s composure is back to a “normal” state, he finally speaks again.

Chaos: Only this and never more. Nearly napping, suddenly a tapping. Gently rapping, rapping my chamber door. Only this and nothing more.

Clearly this is not the same charismatic Canadian we last saw. Perhaps it is even the most disturbing character this audience has seen for quite some time. Before any fan can make their opinion of the new Chaos, he begins speaking again.

Chaos: Thrilled me… Filled me with terrors. This it is, nothing more. Deep in the dark stood staring. Wondering, fearing. It’s answer little meaning. Be lifted nevermore…

Still rocking back and forth, the fans are puzzled by the psychobabble the former Canadian Superstar said. Still in the dark the man’s fingernails raised up to the scars on his face, poking and scraping at them. Blood dripped to the white coat below, and a sickening smile still stood on the face of Chaos. Finally a word was spoken that could be considered intelligent speaking.

Chaos: Questions are asked, questioned are answered. Let’s see, where have I been? Where does it look I’ve been?

Obviously the question was rhetorical as Chaos began cackling and giggling in a creepy manner. Although the Canadian was still laughing, he managed to continue talking.

Chaos: A man came rapping at my door. A man I knew once well. An icon in your world, a bottom feeder in mine. I open the door, there he is. In all his over-glorified… glory. Tragedy struck he asks? Would my appearance be so grim without tragedy? Never. Have a seat… relax, and be don’t be scared of my appearance. We’re all the same in a way.

My scars are visible, emotionally and physically. Crazy? You could say that. This blood hasn’t stopped for weeks, ever since the accident. Waking up in the hospital with your face destroyed… it kind of makes a new man out of you. Surgeons repaired me, at least on the outside. But lying in a hospital bed makes you contemplate things. Like why should my face be repaired, if my soul never will? Imagine the surprise on the nurse’s face when turned on the light and saw my bloody hands ripping at the stitches on my face. It scarred her, seeing my freakish smile while these nails tear through my skin. My tragedy is of a different nature; it’s not like Romeo and Juliet in any way. I did not fake my death, only to wake up and see my love lying dead on a table. It’s not like The Raven, for I have not lost my love only to have a horrible death await me as well. My story is complex in its nature, and hard for normals like you to understand.

Allow me to shorten it for you. Death and disaster. The woman I love died during childbirth, as did the child. Already a broken man, I return to my home to find it burning to the ground. With nothing left to live for, I walk into my fiery abode and lie in a pile of ash. Surely dead, until I wake up three days later in the aforementioned hospital bed. Adding to my misery, I now have nothing. No home, no life, no family to speak of. And that my pawns, is only the short version. So now it’s time for my question. Had this happened to you, would you be the same man? No, you too would be lying on the floor in a straight jacket with nothing but memories in your head. Memories driving you mad, driving to the point of violence. Oh the man at my door… right. Forgot. Vegeta, came to the mental hospital I was transferred to after the doctor’s at the hospital deemed my behavior insane. Rapping… tapping at my white padded door.

Now I sit, wherever they go. Only to the find the one’s who started my fall into misery. I’m not here for your titles, I’m not here for glory. Revenge is my one and only goal now, or is it?

Perhaps my goal is to find a giant birthday cake in the sky, boy would that be good.

No… revenge.

Or maybe you’d love to see me get this face repaired and have a comeback story where I win the World Title?

No… revenge.

SHUT UP! No revenge.

Only revenge…


Once more the fingernails of Chaos rip through his skin as his body rocks back and forth. The PWA production truck had enough of the gruesome sight, as they cut back to the ring.
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Bman
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Before the next commercial break, there is a cut to the outside of the arena. A familiar garbage truck appears. It simply drives past, with a hooded figure driving the truck.
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Hellfire
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After returning from a commercial block, the viewers at home and the thousands in attendance in the Allstate Arena are met with an until now unknown theme song. The hard guitar riff of Queens of the Stone Age’s newest single “Sick, Sick, Sick” causes everyone to divert their attention towards the entrance. As Josh Homme’s voice begin to ring out through the PA system, a man steps out from the curtain at first to complete apathy but after a few seconds some of the more loyal PWA followers notice who it really is and after a short while an ear-splitting roar is heard throughout the building. His appearance having changed a bit since the last time he was going down the ramp in PWA, his goatee having been replaced with a stubbly beard and his hair having grown a bit from the buzz cut he had before to a medium/short length instead, but his size is still a massive give away and it takes more to fool a wrestling fan. A pair of sunglasses covers his dark blue eyes and reflects the gleaming lights into the crowd making it seem like his eyes are on fire. His dark blue jeans are the same though as is the shining silver belt buckle with his burning pentagram engraved in it. A toothpick stuck between his lips bobbing up and down at nearly every step he takes, he finally makes his way to the ring.

Ring Announcer: Ladies & Gentlemen, please at this time welcome, hailing from Southampton, England…the Hell Incarnate, HEEEELLLFIIIIIRE!

Hellfire continues his stride until he reaches the ropes on the opposite side of the ring where he extends his hand and claims the microphone from the Ring Announcer. He then proceeds to turn around and step into the centre of the squared circle before simply waiting for the music to fade away. After the crowd’s cheers (and occasional boos from the people remembering the despicable things he did in his last tenure in the promotion) dies out, he slowly begins to speak which is something we have rarely seen him do.

Hellfire: Hello, and welcome, it’s been a while now hasn’t it? (The crowd explodes again, but the Bringer of Pain is quick to hush them down). I’ve sat at home watching Insanity, I couldn’t be bothered to order the Pay-Per-Views, but I’ve seen Insanity once in a while, and I must say I like what I see. What is it I like, you ask? Well it’s not the wrestling itself, and it most certainly isn’t the fact that an Italian pretty boy can wear one of the “prestigious” PWA Titles…It’s the carnage, the anarchy, the bedlam that seems to be PWA at the moment. It’s like a damn gang war, factions to the left and right all with different agendas, everyone seems to be trying to kill everyone and the PWA is imploding from the within…and I like it!

This last statement seems to draw a lot of boos and jeers, something that Hellfire has been attracting seemingly his entire career and it clearly doesn’t seem to faze him the least bit, it actually on the other hand seems like he revels in the hate thrown against him. He slowly lifts the microphone back to his lips and continues his tirade.

Hellfire: See I thrive on carnage, I flourish on anarchy, and I crave the bedlam. I watched everything unfold over recent weeks, and every day that went by I became more and more hungry. I needed some good old fashioned ultra violence, and I realised that I had to return to my playground of destruction, I had to let myself be sucked right back in…and here I am. I’m back for good BUT not yet, I’m restraining myself and I’m biding my time. Consider this a warning, my return to the ring is impending, the countdown is beginning and only I know the deadline…let the true anarchy begin!

With that comment Hellfire drops the microphone which kick starts his new entrance music with a loud hollow thud. A lot of people still feel the need to boo the man, but a lot of other people are intrigued by his comments and are excited to see the agile and powerful big man return, which results in a mixed reaction as the disturbing Englishman makes his way to the back.


OOC: A short one to mark my return, which won't be right away, but I may write a few promos until then
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The camera cuts to a typical nondescript PWA hallway. At first all seems quiet until a crash can be heard. The camera man runs to the end of the hallway and there is what appears to be a trashed table. Standing over it is the junkie Razer

Razer: god dammit! a fucking LUMBERJACK MATCH

The junkie has obviously found out about his predicament tonight, the thought of men around the rign armed with weapons who want to see him lose the title isn't exactly a comforting thought. Behind him Kamikaze kid stands

KK: Dude, just chill, you'll be fine, me an steele got your back, its safe man

Razer turns around and looks at his ally

Razer: you have my back, yeah, 2 out of 9 other people in that ring who wanna hurt me, theres others out there - tyco, Bman, Xtreme, guys who wanna get hold of me for past actions and rivalries and other shit, do you seriously think i can trust a guy who i've known for about a month, and chaz steele, the guy who's betrayed me in the past and didn't even show up to wrestle last night because he had a migrane? fuck that

KK looks at the junkie, it is true with razer's paranoia, he needs more allies on his side but for some reason the way the junkie treated the re-assurance doesn't sit comfortably with him. In what could be a bold move or making more of a name for himself, KK grabs hold of the junkie by the arm and pulls him close so both their faces are about an inch apart

KK: Just calm down alright, you'll go into that match, you'll hand senton's ass to him and thats that

Razer looks at the hand of KK on his own arm. he stares at it then looks at his ally. In one swift move the junkie brings his free hand up and shoves KK's back up against the wall and barres his forearm across his ally's throat

Razer: Don't ever grab me again... you got that? you might be trying to help, but no one, and i mean no one touches the enforcer... got that

KK lets go and razer releases him from the hold and turns his back on him- steele stands there

Steele: You two finished fighting yet?

Razer: yeah... least i show up to fight when i'm meant to an don't run chicken-shit scared like you did last night "friend"

Steele steps up to the junkie and looks down on him

Steele: You know why I wasn't here, so just leave it at that.. tonight will be different, you represent us in that title match and you'll retain it, you know you have our support, then we make our next move

Razer spits on the floor next to steele

Razer: its always about you and your next fucking move isnt it. You spend all your time planning and talking to your playfriend, the bosses son... an you dont even have time to let us know whats going on.

Steele: I only tell you when you need to know things

Razer steps up to Steele

Razer: And as your enforcer, i need to know things NOW

By now the disagreement between the two men has reached what could be deemed a boiling point and has attracted a rather healthy audience of wrestlers and staff members. The sight of these two giants in the industry coming close to physical violence is a sight which could spell the end of vegeta's problems as far as Steele is concerned

Steele: Just shut up and do your job, after the match, me and you are gonna have a real long talk about this, it seems like you don't know what you;re doing

Razer clenches his fist, as he does KK steps in between the two men and physically separates them. As soon as the junkie feels the touch of KK's hand on him, he steps back and slams his fist into the abdomen of his ally and lets him drop to the floor winded. The Junkie kicks him out the way and looks at Steele

Razer: I know exactly what I'm doing Chaz.... the question is... do you?

The hardcore champion looks down at the winded KK and he throws another boot in at him before he turns his back and walks towards the crowd of spectators in the hallway. Steele bends down and helps KK up

Steele: Tonight, you work with senton, he must not retain that title, we stay as a unit, we don't fall apart, we'll make him pay then we go back for triple six and vegeta, agreed?

KK: only if you "back" him up to make it look like its just between me an him

ooc: this is just settin the scene for tonight
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The second hour of PWA Insanity begins - as the pyrotechnical display sends the fans in a frenzy - everyone excited following the opening matches of the evening, as well as yet another successful Pojo Wrestling Pay-Per-View event. Once the smoke fades away, the opening program of the hour begins with the sounds of "What I've Done" by Linkin Park. As his introductory theme blasts from the sound system, Tommy Dragon appears from behind the black curtain to a mixed reaction. Despite the lukewarm reception from the Chicagoans, no one can deny how masterfully the Patron Saint’s attire looks in the arena light. He is currently wearing a six-button double-breasted wool suit by Ermenegildo Zegna, a striped cotton shirt by Luciano Barbera, suede wing-tips by Ralph Lauren, socks by E.G. Smith - and finally - a fabulous, silver silk tie by Armani. Tommy stumbles down the entrance ramp, swaggering about in obvious intoxication. He nearly trips over himself before sliding into the squared circle, calling for a microphone as the nearby official looks at him in confusion. He starts to scream in a drunken rage until the announcer finally gives in, handing the inebriated technician some vocal equipment.

Tommy Dragon: Hello everyone out there in Illinois! How the fuck are ya?

This isn’t reacted to well, fans all over the arena either laughing or gasping at the condition of PWA’s Personal Jesus.

Tommy Dragon: The reason I’m out here today, no wait…tonight? It’s tonight right? Yeah, night. Wait, we’re in the Midwest, fuck! Good mid-afternoon! The reason I’m here in the mid-afternoon is to congratulate my good friend Piccie Smalls on doing something that not many have been able to do. He won the Three Hours of Power while completely sloshed. I gotta tell ya, that shit is fucking difficult. I did it against P.Y, who by the way is the current champion, just saying. Anyway, Piccie, where are you?

"Hypnotize" by The Notorious BIG hits and Piccie Smalls emerges from the backstage area, confused at the actions of his friend. Although the tournament winner is himself drunk, he seems to be in a much better condition than his counterpart.

Piccie Smalls: Dude, are you okay?

Tommy Dragon: Yeah, wha…why?

Piccie Smalls: Because I saw you drinking earlier and it’s night outside, Chicago isn’t on the other side of the country or anything.

Tommy Dragon: I’m totally fine man, so fine I wanted to talk to you.

Piccie Smalls: You couldn’t just come up to me backstage?

Tommy Dragon: NO! No way man, I needed to tlak, to tak…to talk to you. I want to be in your title match at Retaliation.

Piccie Smalls: What?

Tommy Dragon: Picture it, at Retaliation…

Piccie Small: The Pay-Per-View name changed.

Tommy Dragon: Huh? Oh yeah…well, at a Midsummer’s Night Brawl, it will be me versus Pie versus you. I mean, I still haven’t gotten my title shot yet from last year, so wadda ya think?

Piccie Small: Well, I…

Tommy Dragon: Dude, it’s Sparkle Motion!, the greatest tag team in PWA history, check the polls forum, against P.Y for the World Heavyweight Championship! Two Three Hours of Power winners going for the gold at the same time!

Piccie Small: Uh…

Tommy Dragon: Well, what do you think?

Piccie Smalls: Dude, no.

Tommy Dragon: Really?

Piccie Smalls: Yeah, really.

Tommy Dragon: Oh, okay…just a thought.

And with that, the Patron Saint falls unconscious to the floor; his cohort rolling his eyes before getting the help of the official in dragging the superstar backstage. This embarrassing process is luckily edited for viewers at home, due to a commercial break.
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Shortly after Black Dragon and Triple 6’s match, we return from a commercial break to see the bright white lights completely turned off inside the Allstate Arena. Instead the lights are replaced by swirling, flashing beams of purple and green. The silence of the moment is broken when a loud explosion goes off on stage, and a guitar riff begins shortly after. Smoke pours off the stage as a result of the pyro explosion, and a figure draped in a white straight jacket appears on stage. Fans recognize this as Chaos, the same man who had broken down backstage earlier in the night. His walk is slow, and not quite as steady as it used to be. For some reason the Canadian seems to be staggering around while walking down the ramp. Fans laugh at what appears to be a drunken walk, but with a man as insane as Chaos then I doubt alcohol was ever present in creating this walking pace. The music is still playing on the speakers, however no one can really pay attention to it with a psychopath such as this man walking towards the ring. Finally he reaches the ring, and rolls his body underneath the ropes. Standing to his feet and darting his eyes around in every direction, the fans don’t know what reaction to give Chaos. Some cheer for fear that the Canadian could have another episode and come after them, while other’s boo remembering what he had done to the PWA before his disappearance. The ring attendant offers the crazed man a microphone, and his pale white fingers reach out to accept the gift. Terrified by the grotesque hand of Chaos, the attendant quickly leaves the ring in fear. Once the music had stopped, the lights return to normal. Whoever thought this figure was frightening in the dark only had their nightmares mad worse once the lights focused down on top of him. The dark hid the scars, hid the discolored hair and the pale white skin, and it hid the ghoulish smile that Chaos now sports. Gasps of horror come from the crowd as the mothers cover their children’s eyes, not wanting their pride and joy to wake up in a cold sweat screaming. Holding the microphone to his disfigured face, he begins to speak.

Chaos: Your fear is for nothing. I may be ugly on the outside, but every one of you are ugly on the inside. All of you represent the same “good willed” people that attempted to save my life. My fate was death, but some divine intervention stepped in my way. God had nothing to do with it, it was all of you playing god. It is not your right to decide who lives and who dies. Now all of you sit in your seats and gasp at me, you cover your eyes to hide yourselves from what you’ve turned me into. So this is what I have to say to you… SHUT UP, SIT DOWN, AND PAY ATTENTION! You will listen to me, whether you like it or not. No one can stop me from speaking…

Just as those words were spoken, the camera feed was taken backstage to Mitchell Cole picking his nose. Quickly realizing he was on camera, he stopped and looks bewildered as to why the camera was on him. Before he can speak, the camera cuts back to the ring. As the feed returns Chaos is enjoying himself, his cackling laugh being broadcasted to the world.

Chaos: Crazy? Of course I’m crazy. That doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten my old tricks. If you couldn’t stop a sane Chaos from talking, what makes you think you can stop the psycho I’ve become? As I said, PAY ATTENTION! Hahahahahahaha. Now, before I go on, are there any other measures your production crew would like to attempt? Cutting the microphone off won’t work, no. I’ve got an answer for everything, so you may as well just allow me to speak.

He pauses for a few moments, still laughing. When it is clear that no other technical difficulties will be had, he once more brings the microphone to his mouth.

Chaos: I’m not here to declare war on the PWA. I’ve already tried that; it turned me into what I am now. I am however here to explain my stance, my reason, my fate that will be met before I leave the PWA. I’m not here for titles, I’m not here to impress these fans, and I’m here for revenge. Silenced is the part of me that denies my hunger for blood and vengeance, so don’t plea for me to stop my crusade. Where shall I start? Oh yes, the men who turned me into this monster.

WAR! Guerrera, to be more specific. You… hahahaha… You destroyed me. Promises of power and limitless resources were broken. My efforts is what made WAR, not anyone elses. And yet I was still treated as your servant, and nothing more.

Kalevala, you my old friend can rot in hell. As soon as we became a “team,” you kept advancing as an individual and my progress was halted. It’s all your fault, and we all know it. Your skills do not match mine, they never will. Even in my current state, I’m still twice the man you ever shall be.

I have other enemies as well. Vulture… but he’s done away with now. You’ll never see him again, that is one guarantee I’ve already met. Vegeta, you crusaded against me, and eventually told me to go home and be with “family.” If you would’ve allowed me to stay, I would have never seen my whole world come crashing down.

Hahahaha. That’s the funny thing about all this, none of it is my fault. It’s all yours, all of you. Not just the people in the crowd, not just the people backstage, but everyone. I’m not one of you, and I never will be. My soul is gone, replaced by a shadow. My heart is black, pumping out poison instead of blood. As I said, my scars are visible, all of yours aren’t. I can acknowledge what I’ve become and not hide from it. I can see my future, my past, and my present for what they really are. You all make excuses, hide from it, and pretend like you’re a normal person.

You’re not, remember that. And I’ll show you… show you all what the future holds for you. I’ve got cards that explain your futures, cards that will be presented to you in due time. Guerrera, Kalevala, and everyone else will see me again in due time. Until then, I must return to my exiled state to think about what I’ve done. Think about what I’ll do… It’s not that I’ll feel remorse for my actions, no. The thoughts of my enemies wallowing away in their own pity after I destroy them puts a smile on my face.


Before Chaos can continue, he begins to laugh uncontrollably. His words are muffled by his laugh, but are still clear.

Chaos: Nevermind, my smile is permanent! HAHAHAHA! LIFE’S TREATED ME WELL, AND YOU TOO WILL ALL HAVE THE SAME TREATMENT I’VE BEEN BESTOWED! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

The sound of the microphone dropping the mat is heard, but a puff of smoke erupts in the ring. It lasts only a few seconds, and by the time the dust is settled the psychotic Canadian is gone. On the mat sits a single playing card, and no other sign of Chaos is left. The camera zooms into the center of the ring, showing the card to the world. It’s no normal playing card however, as this one does not come in your average 52 card deck. The card is white, as are all cards. However the words Chaos are on every corner of the calling card, as well as the PWA logo in the middle surrounded by flames and a shadow in the form of a smile.

Johnny: What the hell? I think Chaos has been watching too much of the 1989 Batman movie.
Donny: Either that, or he clearly is crazy. I don't care either way, just as long as he stays away from us.
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The camera heads to the backstage area where we find several members of The Untouchables gathered around an obviously inebriated Tommy Dragon. Piccie Smalls enters the scene, which appears to be Vegeta’s office, with a glass full of water - handing it to the slumped over technician. The Hotshot tips his head up, looking at the cool drink before swatting it away from the hands of his partner.

Vegeta: Where has he been for the past few weeks?

Piccie Smalls: No idea, I saw him enter the arena earlier. He was tanked, and that was before he got anywhere near the beer vendors.

Anthony Pelizzoli: He’ll recover, just a bit of a binge.

Both of the more experienced athletes turn to face their young peer, each giving him a look of wonder. Finally, it clicks as to why his head is not on the same level as theirs have been for a while now.

Vegeta: Oh yeah, you haven’t been around Tommy very long, have you?

Anthony Pelizzoli: Not really.

Piccie Smalls: He’s kind of got a few…well…

Vegeta: Emotional issues.

Piccie Smalls: Yeah, the guy can be a bit off at times; especially when his ego is hurt.

Anthony Pelizzoli: Ah, okay. Will he be alright?

Vegeta: I hope so, I can’t cancel that match with P.Y he asked me for. It’s already been promoted and everything.

Piccie Smalls: He used to get hammered all the time and wrestle, I think he can go. Maybe one of us should have his back though…

Tommy Dragon: Na…no.

The two and a half un-intoxicated Untouchables look down at their cohort, who begins to rise. Tommy stumbles when he first gets to his feet, but generally seems to be in much better condition than he was not fifteen minutes earlier.

Tommy Dragon: You guys aren’t coming with me, I’m taking down P.Y by myself.

Piccie Smalls: Are you sure man?

Anthony Pelizzoli: Yeah, he’s got WAR to back him up, you’ll need some equalizers.

Tommy Dragon: No.

Vegeta: Tommy, as your friends, I suggest that one of us…

Tommy Dragon: No.

Vegeta: Tommy, it’s P.Y. He can…

Tommy Dragon: No.

Vegeta: I understand, but Tommy…

Tommy Dragon: Would you get it through your fucking head?! N-O. No!

Vegeta: Don’t get pissed off, I’m just…

Tommy Dragon: Shut up, seriously. The last person who I want advise from on how to beat P.Y is someone who can’t get the job done himself.

The fans gasp, obviously their amazement only second to that of the former World Champion’s. Just as Vegeta recovers, he is cut down from speaking as the Patron Saint walks over to the doorway.

Tommy Dragon: So if you’ll excuse, I have a match to get ready for.

He begins to swagger, but the confident rant he’s begun gives Tommy a new sense of energy.

Tommy Dragon: And if I see any one of you guys out there with me, I swear I’ll bite your fucking tongues out.

The Hotshot slams the door behind him, leaving his peers to consult with themselves. Anthony tries to break the tension, hoping to relieve a situation that has already blown out of proportion.

Anthony Pelizzoli: Vegeta, he didn’t mean it.

Vegeta: No Anthony, he did. Let’s hope that P.Y. just beats him half to death, so he’ll learn a goddamn lesson.

Piccie Smalls sits on his employer’s desk, sighing in reference to the situation that has just exacerbated. He knows that his friend is on the right side, but it’s how he fights on their side remains a problem.
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As the night progresses, Vegeta is spotted standing along side Michael Cole. The two seem to be ready to shoot an interview, only waiting for the arena to settle down after a match has just wrapped up.

Michael Cole: Well Boss, just last night we saw you suffer another huge loss at the hands of P.Y. Can we get your thoughts?

Vegeta: Maybe it's my knee. Maybe it's my back. Maybe it's my strength. Maybe, just maybe, P.Y is better than me. No, you know what it is, it's my age. At thirty eight years old, I think I did pretty well against a monster like P.Y. When doctors told me years ago to hang up my boots, I refused, knowing I still had what it took to hang in there with the big names. But now...now I question my ability. Has my age really caught up to me?

Michael Cole: Don't be that hard on yourself. You had P.Y right where you wanted him until he used his size and weight to wiggle out of your lethal finisher. He caught you off-guard, that's all. I'm sure you'll rebound and beat him the next chance you get.

Vegeta: No Cole, Tommy said it best. I've faced P.Y three times over the past year and have yet to beat him. If I couldn't do it last night, I simply give up.

Loud boos are heard throughout the Allstate Arena, the fans are clearly upset with Vegeta's past statement.

Michael Cole: What are you saying? All I know is that I, along with this sold out crowd, all know deep down that you have what it takes to win back the World title. You can't give up now Vegeta!

Vegeta: *pauses for several moments* I've said it once and I'll say it again. I'm not going anywhere until I give these fans what they deserve. I'm obviously upset about what happened less than twenty four hours ago, but I know I'll bounce back and do what I have to do to win what's mine. But before I climb to the top of the mountain, I plan on staying out of singles matches for awhile and just team with Triple 6. That way, I'll be able to recover from all my injuries- physical and mental ones. I've proved all the doctors wrong by continuing my career when they told me to just quit. I know my destiny is to prove to everyone that I am The Icon I say I am. Cole, before you know it, I'll have my revenge on P.Y and I will win back what belongs to me- the PWA World title!

Vegeta storms off, leaving Cole and the fans quite pleased.
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