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P.Y vs. Tommy Dragon; Non-Title Match
Topic Started: May 20 2007, 11:01 PM (167 Views)
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Tommy Dragon
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The technological display that normally accompanies the entrance of the Stunning Submissionist never occurs, as the soon-to-be entering competitor has decided to change his normal introduction. The silence of the arena is broken by a distorted, industrial beat while Linkin Park begins to fill the sound system.

In this farewell, there’s no blood, there’s no alibi.
Cause I’ve drawn regret, from the truth of a thousand lies.
So let mercy come and wash away…

What I’ve done, I’ll face myself,
To cross out what I’ve become.
Erase myself and let go of what I’ve done.


The black curtain is shifted aside, revealing the technically skilled warrior with a look of determination on his face. Tommy Dragon appears in all black attire, seemingly painting all of his usual attire in the dim color before walking out for the contest. Along with the dark wrestling gear, he sports his old leather ring jacket with the hood pulled over to hide his own dark hair. He pulls at his goatee a bit, before throwing the hood back and raising his arms to his side, allowing a rain of golden pyrotechnics to fall on his exposed upper body. This gets a decent reaction from the crowd, his remaining loyal fans cheer loud enough so that the sound mixes with that of "What I've Done" by Linkin Park.

Put to rest, what you thought of me.
While I clean this slate, with the hands of uncertainty.
So let mercy come and wash away…


The camera gets a shot of the backside of Tommy Dragon’s jacket, revealing an iron cross between the claws of the German coat of arms. This was a rather unorthodox symbol for the technician, but no one seems to mind. He heads closer to the ring, soon signaling to the ring announcer to give him his introduction.

Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring, from New York City, New York and weighing in at two hundred and fifty one pounds; representing The Untouchables, he is…“THE HOTSHOT” TOMMY DRAGON!!!

What I’ve done, I’ll face myself,
To cross out what I’ve become.
Erase myself and let go of what I’ve done.

For what I’ve done…
For what I’ve done…


Tommy Dragon ascends the steel steps, looking out towards the fans packed inside the arena for tonight’s event. He cracks his head back and forth, doing some stretches as the music fades from the sound system. Once the ring area has gone silent, The Hotshot looks towards the audience in preparation for the coming battle.


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P.Y
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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.

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Tommy Dragon does his best to sober himself up in these last few moments, knowing full well the repercussions of asking his stablemates to sit this contest out. He know stares into nearly seven feet of evil and violence incarnated; he must stand it down alone. This is what probably drives such an unorthodox attack, with the American Crippler throwing himself into battle. The speed of the assault does throw his opponent off momentarily, as the technician finds himself scoring at least half a dozen forearms to the maw of his monstrous adversary. Feeling a rush of adrenaline from this initial confrontation, the mat-wresting specialist resorts to a more fast paced offensive. In another odd move for the Technical Spectacle, he falls back and uses the ropes to propel himself forward in hopes of scoring an unknown running strike. The intended maneuver remains a mystery, as his target lifts a rather large foot into the chest of his attacker - the resulting Big Boot enough to drop a stunned submissionist to the canvas with ease. Five sinister fingers wrap around the throat of the dazed challenger; their owner’s eyes filled with a hatred that horrifies all present. Utilizing his inhuman strength, the English Monster allows the anatomy of his victim to lift from the canvas as the behemoth continues to stare into the stunned technician’s twitching pupils. The Patron Saint is able to ascend from his resting place, a hand crushing his larynx while in awe at the durability and resistance of his captor. This is when the unusual sensation of defying gravity occurs, with the technician realizing what would happen should he allow his body to slam the fabric several feet below. In desperation, The Hotshot extends his arm outwards before snaking it around the skull of an unsuspecting World Heavyweight Champion. With a firm hold on the giant’s head, Tommy uses some of his momentum to force both competitors into an unpredicted spin. Once he senses that P.Y’s footing if thrown off, the smaller warrior pulls backwards in order to deliver a rarely utilized Tornado DDT. Neither man is taken down for very long, but enough damage is done so that PWA’s Personal Jesus can take advantage. Just as the New Yorker reaches his feet, his opposite sits up from the canvas, looking upwards into disoriented eyes - into eyes filled with nothing short of pure terror. Without thinking, Tommy Dragon allows his well-trained legs to do their job, delivering a firm kick to the chest of the English Monster. After the first collision, another one soon follows, connecting at the spine of the champion. Now that the behemoth is temporarily distracted by the pain, there is a reversion of sorts for the dominant competitor. He heads over to the ropes once more, using some added propulsion before leaping down onto his foe. The Hotshot scores with the diving variation of a Running Forearm, something that causes much rejoice throughout the audience. It’s apparent to everyone that there is still much more that needs to be done to put the champion away, but it seems a likely event now more than ever. All that’s left for Tommy to do is continue his offense, if exhaustion doesn’t beat down on him first.

Johnny: Tommy has taken the fight to P.Y, can he succeed where his Untouchable‘s partner couldn‘t?

Donny: Don‘t count out the English Monster yet, Tommy is still recovering from before and there‘s plenty of time left before the bell rings.
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This is madness. Madness? THIS IS SPARTA! The champion of the world grounded, spine resting against the canvas’ plane within moments of the bell’s metallic signal? Surely something must be wrong; this must be some sort of hallucination, a grave mistake upon the eyes. Yet, to believe such thoughts are circulating the minds of those in attendance would be a grave mistake of its own – the only soul thinking such words is that of the English Monster, perplexed about the situation at hand. He seems truly dumbfounded as to how Tommy has managed to lay him out so soon, but his thoughts should perhaps be cast elsewhere other than the past – maybe the present or even the future - as his adversary soon grabs his legs, a submission obviously in store. Of course it’s impossible to predict Tommy’s exact move, that would make things too easy, but having clashed with this figure numerous times in the past gives P.Y better odds when it comes to second-guessing what lock will be applied. Rotated onto his back, one leg still seized tightly in his grasp, it becomes obvious. Before the Genex Dragon can even begin to apply pressure to the Single Leg Crab, his English foe begins to make little work of an infant like crawl across the ring to the nearest object of safety. Being that 50 odd pounds heavier makes the job that much easier. Anybody trying to take a picture turns out to be very disappointed to now see P.Y clutching onto the bottom rope with both hands, making very clear to the adjudicator that the hold must be broken. Tommy is more than familiar with the rules, releasing his hold within seconds of the referee spitting orders into his face – but P.Y continues to keep his grip intact, obviously rending any further submission holds obsolete unless he lets go. Well, that’s what he thinks anyway. The referee can read him like a book, so instead of traditionally using words to try and lure the beast away, he uses his foot!

JOHNNY: Did you see that?! Looks like even the PWA referees aren’t fans of the PWA World Champion.
DONNY: That man should be fired right there on the spot. P.Y was doing nothing illegal whatsoever, so for the referee to actually resort to psychical violence in order for the champ to obey his rules does not comply with the officials’ code and conduct

The crowd love what they just saw, watching with glee as the official strikes both of P.Y’s arms with a single kick – but Tommy has no time to sit back and smile. He knows that allowing the English Monster back onto his feet could easily turn out to be a turning point in the match, so with his guard down, his gigantic back staring back at his own gaze, the American Crippler suddenly pounces without any word of warning. Both arms again clutch onto a single limb - again the limb being the leg of his oversized adversary – but the sheer speed in which Tommy latches himself onto the appendage with the Dragonlock proves to be a much more stickier situation for his foe than before. Now an anchor is tied around his ankle and with the ropes just inches from his outstretched palm, a repeat of the past is not on the cards.

EDIT - Word confusion? I dunno how to describe it.
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The English Monster refuses to slap the canvas, knowing that he has to look strong going into his next title defense. A fresh win over another one of his challenger’s cohorts would help cement his dominance in the Pojo Wrestling Alliance, especially just twenty four hours after a major defense. This is what prompts P.Y to continue stretching his hand towards the ropes, each passing moment his fingers moving in to grasp the vinyl coverings of the bottommost cable. Once again the referee begins a count, something that Tommy Dragon must react to by granting his opponent freedom. Not missing a beat, the Patron Saint rolls to his feet, pulling at the kicking limb of the champion until both men are stationed further away from the boundaries of the squared circle. Once again, the champion has his limb contorted, with his captor standing tall over his suffering opponent. The Anklelock continues to damage the leg of the British Behemoth, The Hotshot hoping this would be enough to bring a conclusion to the contest. P.Y proves to be more resilient than once thought, as he begins to twist himself around onto his back, making the submission hold far more painless than in the previous position. Seeing his hold broken doesn’t phase the New Yorker, who takes the opportunity to flip himself over the kicking feet of his foe, using a nearby rope for leverage in an awkward pinning predicament.

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Donny: WHAT?! Tommy had the ropes, that’s bullshit!

Johnny: Tommy just beat the World Champion, definitely something that his side needed against WAR.

Donny: Something he needed to cheat his way into winning.


But there is no time to celebrates, for as soon as Tommy Dragon begins to stand he becomes victim of a vile stomp at the hands of the angered World Champion. The English Monster continues to crush the anatomy of the victorious technician, fans booing the actions of the vile competitor. Adding to the chorus of hatred, Julie Guerrera runs out from backstage with a steel chair in hand. It seems one victim is not enough for WAR this evening, as two of the group’s top members seem ready to destroy yet another obstacle in their path. Tommy tries to stand, unaware of the metal weapon that awaits him should he make it to a vertical base. Just as the chair was about to crack the Patron Saint’s body, a the masked figure present in PWA as of late appears, charging into the ring from the crowd before delivering several shots to a surprised Julio Guerrera. The leader of WAR backs into the turnbuckle, leaving P.Y to suffer from a few fists by the mysterious warrior. The English Monster is taken down with a quick Clothesline, Julio returning to take another fist to his jaw before falling to the mat - dazed and confused.

Donny: Who the hell is this guy?

Johnny: No idea, but he seems to have a score to settle with WAR.


The shrouded figure pulls off his black ski mask, revealing to the world the face of Showtime. This causes an explosion of cheers to erupt from the crowd, everyone on their feet at the sudden return of the three-time World Heavyweight Champion. He soaks in the applause before returning to work, dropping his shoulders down as he aims for one of the scurrying heels inside the ring. It’s been some time, but as if he never left the ring, the Boston Badass charges like a locomotive. When he reaches the height of his speed, Showtime allows his large frame to almost glide through the air before slamming into the torso of an ill-prepared British Behemoth. The current champion takes the full force of a sinister looking Running Spear - instinctively rolling to the outside to avoid any further harm. Amazingly, the monstrous P.Y is able to stand, but it is obvious that the blow has taken the wind out of Wrestling and Revolution’s current mark of excellence. Julio Guerrera comes to the side of his giant, both men heading backstage having done enough damage to a still recovering Tommy Dragon. Showtime turns his attention to the fallen technician, offering him a hand and some leverage to stand. The Hotshot grasps his savior’s palm, pulling himself up to stand eye to eye with one of his greatest rivals. Both men look towards each other, the civilized nature of his confrontation unfamiliar to two bitter enemies. What comes next is perhaps the most surprising moment of this entire event, as the athletes shake hands. Showtime has returned to Pojo Wrestling in one of it’s most vulnerable periods, an era that Tommy Dragon has been struggling to survive in. It appears in order to progress through these dark times, an alliance - no, a friendship - has been formed and those who oppose them best watch their backs.
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