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| Kyle Rieger © vs. Tom Tyco; Intercontinental Title Match | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 20 2007, 11:02 PM (212 Views) | |
| Vegeta | May 20 2007, 11:02 PM Post #1 |
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Announcer: Tonights main event is a Windy City Death Match, run by Street Fight Rules, and it is for the Intercontinental Championship! Introducing first ... --- Tom Tyco --- The quick three-step musical talents of Chris Cornell blast through the speakers throughout the arena. Mind-blowing; absolute frenzy is all that can said about the people of this humble arena. In place, all swim with their own technique in "stroke." The three-step musical piece repeats. At the top of their lungs they push out the last shreds of oxygen in vocal manner. A third three-step ensues. In and out signs jive as to create a wave effect. The last of the three-steps sets up the song. If you take a life do you know what you'll give? Odds are, you won't like what it is When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me? By the merciless eyes of deceit? I've seen angels fall from blinding heights But you yourself are nothing so divine Just next in line ... Yes! He appears, top stage; body covered in pure darkness. Only his pure hues at the coincidental start of the song's chorus can send the embassy crumbling. His body still in shadow, one can only imagine what his appearance may contain. Patience is kindly rewards in the most unlikely way ... with a sudden deafening BOOM and bright pale flash. A single light adjusts itself upon this man of mystery. Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you The odds will betray you And I will replace you You can't deny the prize it may never fulfill you It longs to kill you Are you willing to die? The coldest blood runs through my veins You know my name Darkness hides itself at the rim of the lone light; a spotlight. The figure's formed stride holds steady without the slightest of miscue. Head sits upon his broad shoulders cocked forth into place, although slightly tilted forward. He walks in in his two satin black boots, laced from atop about mid-shin. The spotlight captures an image of itself reflecting from the gloss black plastic knee pads in several different perspectives in result of stride. Below the character's torso, his pure black trunks fit snug, all the while exposing his whole thighs. One can catch his signature symbol in crimson as he slithers on by them. His march halts; he quickly rolls himself into the ring. As he relinquishes himself to vertical base, his entrance music fades away. The prolific Hardcore Legend majestically stands amongst ropes. He cocks his head and shrugs his shoulders to warm up. Alas, the time has come. Silence drains. --- Kyle Rieger © --- *The arena is silent, the fans eagerly awaiting the next match, interview, promo, or illegal display of hardcore animal pornography. The lights around the arena dim, and turn into a slightly green hue. The loud speakers turn on, a voice is heard over them. Its the gruff voice of Mickey Roark, as the character Marv from Sin City* Marv: Hell? You don't know what hell is. None of you people do. Hell isn't getting beat up or cut up or hauled in front of some faggot jury. Hell is waking up every god damn morning and not knowing why you're even here. Why you're even breathing. *The intro to Stupid MF begins, per usual, the crowd begins to lay on their boos, but there's no Kyle Rieger to be seen, just his music playing.* I said, Is it simple enough for you? Does everybody understand? Are you all still following me? Is it simple enough for you? Does everybody understand? Are you all still, still Is it simple enough for you? Does everybody understand? Are you all still following me? Is it simple enough for you? Does everybody understand? Are you all still, still Should I talk slower like you're a retard? Should I talk slower like you're retarded? *The Pojotron flashes, “WE ARE WAR”, and a highlight reel of sorts for Kyle is played. We see multiple incarnations over the years, from homeless bum, to wrestling purist, to cocky bastard. Opponents are shown being locked in The MisTreatMent, Broken with Back Destroyers, Locked in The Lock, Dropped with Good Times, Great Memories, and Crushed with Million Dollar Drops. We see WAR fighting and destroying foes in their path, and Kyle just smiling that same cocky grin. The music stops abruptly though and Clive Owens voice comes over the loud speakers* Dwight: Its time to prove to your friends that you're worth a damn, sometimes that means dying, sometimes that means killing a whole lot of people. *New music begins, Iggy Pop and The Stooges Seminal classic Search and Destroy, Kyle Rieger now emerges from the curtain, receiving a hail of boos. He's dressed tonight in a blue ring jacket, a headband with Freak Power written on it, his traditional green singlet which now contains dollar signs all over it, and of course his classic black Chuck Taylors. The Intercontinental title is wrapped around his waist, and he takes every moment possible to point at it and show it off. In his right hand he holds a Haliburton case, in his left is a cigarette. His face is clean shaven, his brown hair is spiked up in an almost demented fashion, and he has an almost crazed look in his eyes He struts down the aisle to the ring, the fans continue their boos, and the music picks up.* I'm a street walking cheetah with a hide full of napalm I'm a runaway son of the nuclear A-bomb I am a world's forgotten boy The one who searches and destroys Honey gotta help me please Somebody gotta save my soul Baby detonates for me Announcer: From the Northwest Suburbs of Chicago Illinois. 6 foot 3 inches tall, and weighing in tonight at a beefy two-hundred-sixty pounds. He is a member of WAR, and your current PWA Intercontinental Champion, KYLE "THE FREAK" RIEGER *Freak continues his strut to the ring, only pausing to throw out his smoke* Look out honey, 'cause I'm using technology ! Ain't got time to make no apology Soul radiation in the dead of night Love in the middle of a fire fight Honey gotta strike me blind Somebody gotta save my soul Baby penetrates my mind *Freak pauses outside the ring, points his fingers as if they were guns, and then pretends to shoot each ring post. After shooting each one they erupt into a burst of red flames, and Freak rolls into the ring. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle, looks around at the fans, and raises his title in the air, leading to a chorus of boos.* And I'm the world's forgotten boy The one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy And honey I'm the world's forgotten boy The one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy Forgotten boy, forgotten boy Forgotten boy said hey forgotten boy *Freak opens up his Haliburton case, locks the title in it, and hands it to the ring attendant. He then removes his jacket and headband, folds them neatly, and gives them to the attendant as well He follows that up by doing his warm up stretches, neck rolls, and then bounces off the ropes repeatedly for no reason.* |
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| Kyle The Freak Rieger | May 21 2007, 02:25 PM Post #2 |
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Kyle takes his time putting away the Intercontinental title, he opens up the haliburton, locked it inside, and hands it to the ring attendant. People tend to wonder why he takes so much care of the belt, but it should be easy to understand, he loves it, and he wants it to forever be in perfect condition, so long as its in his hands. Freak starts doing some neck and arm circles, while Tom just stands in his corner, waiting for the match to begin. Both men aren't dressed up in their normal attires, they are both dressed for a fight. Kyle's gear hankers back to his old days when he was just known as The FrEaK. He wears a Chicago hoodie, he always goes for the cheap pop in his hometown, black jeans, elbow and knee pads, and his all classic chucks. The Pick is wearing one of his own T-shirts, a pair of jeans to accompany it, elbow pads, and his boots. Both men head to the center of the ring as the ref goes over instructions for the match, rules are simple, no disqualification, no count out, only way to win is pinfall, submission, or knockout in the ring. Kyle and Tom just peer into each other's eyes, both men trying to burn a hole through the other, neither man flinching at all. There is nothing but hatred between the two, Kyle took Tom's Intercontinental Title, Tom took away Kyle's chance at Three Hours of Power, and now they are having the rubber match. One final time, the Intercontinental Title up for grabs, both men with their own reasons for wanting the belt, and neither man willing to give up anything for this fight. Kyle balls his right hand up into a fist, and grinds it up against his left palm, logically he should be the number 1 contender for the PWA world title, since he holds the second highest prize in the game, but logic and wrestling are like napalm and a blow torch, they don't mix. Tom wants his belt back to prove it wasn't a fluke that he made it to the finals of Three Hours of Power, the last time they fought Kyle lost by disqualification, and although the victory brought Tom to the finals, it left a sour taste in his mouth. He couldn't win the match, Kyle lost it, and that truly sickens him. The ref calls for the bell, instantly both men wrap their right arms around the other's head, grabs hold of their opponent's elbows with their left hand, and get locked into a Collar and Elbow Tieup. Kyle and Tom are trying to push the other one down closer to the mat to get an advantage. It goes back and forth, Kyle down, then Tom, then Kyle, the Tom, neither one is showing clear strength over the other, they are both just trying to force the other down to the canvas. Its ironic enough to see Kyle Rieger a man who prides himself on his technical skill in a Deathmatch, but the fact that both men are starting off said match with a tieup, the simplest of the scientific moves, makes it somewhat laughable. Both men don't care, they will fight the match their own way, and they know that soon enough, this will be a violent and bloody affair. Kyle forces Tom down finally, grabs a hold of Tom's right arm with his left hand, and twists it behind Tom, locking in an Armbar. Kyle continues the wrench the arm upward, trying to bring some screams from Tom, but Tom remains stoic, because he knows that if he shows any pain that Freak will continue to inflict more damage. Freak tries to wrench the arm up higher, hoping to hear a scream, a yelp, anything that would indicate the damage he's doing to The Pick. Instead the silence drives him somewhat mad. Kyle bends his elbow, raises it high into the air, as high as he can make it go, and slams the point, covered by the elbow pad, directly onto the top of Tom Tyco's head with an Elbow Smash. Tom finally has to scream out in pain, this one simple move had a lot of force behind it, and it felt like some extra weight for some reason. Kyle just smiles at hearing that, continues holding the arm in the arm up in the arm bar, and lifts his arm and elbow up again. Tom tries to counter this time, using his free left hand to try to give an Elbow to Freak's face, but Kyle ducks just in time to avoid the attack. He raises the arm up again, and raises his elbow high up into the air yet again. Kyle looks around the arena, his hometown fans, for once in a long while Kyle Rieger is getting cheered. Tom Tyco, the man from the rival city of Green Bay, despite the fact that most fans around the world love him, is getting some boos, and to Kyle, that's the greatest feeling in the world. Kyle drops the point of his elbow straight down on Tom's head again, making him dizzy and wobbling, dazed and confused, and out on his feet with another Elbow Smash. Kyle lets go of the Armbar, he's happy with the damage done so far, and he's ready to continue it on. Kyle walks around so that both men are face to face, Kyle doesn't smile, doesn't say a word, he just bends his elbow, raises it in the air, draws it back, and slams the point of it into Tom Tyco's forehead. The crowd gasps, Kyle starts to smirk a little bit, and Tom starts to wobble a little bit more. He draws his elbow back again, slams it once more into the skull of Tom Tyco, and draws gasps and cheers from the crowd. Kyle's smirk goes even wider, Tom starts to wobble even more, a few more blows and he will be on the canvas. Kyle draws his elbow back further, and slams the point squarely on The Pick's nose. The crowd “Oooohs and Ahhhhs,” at the sight, Tom takes a few steps back, these blows are really putting some damage on him, and he doesn't know what to do right now. Kyle steps forward, spins his arms over one another a few times, does two crotch chops, on the second one he trusts forward and says “Suck My Dick Bitch,” raises his elbow quickly in the air and pulls it back very far. Tom knows what's going to happen, but he freezes, there's nothing he can do, he's just stuck, and stuck in a very bad place. So instead he just makes a face, a stupid face none the less, one that looks almost embarrassing, as Kyle slams the point of his elbow into Tom's skull, knocking him to the canvas with the Bionic Elbow. Tom is down and out, he's barely moving at all, and its just the opening minutes of this match, while Kyle just stands over him, and smiles his sick and twisted grin. He looks straight up, and starts to sadistically laugh “MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA,” and many of the Chicagoans join in with him, remembering the good old days of The Freak. Kyle taps down his arm, before tapping on his elbow pad, he gets a confused look on his face, taps it again, and then just looks somewhat puzzled. He unzips the elbow pad, again somewhat suspicious, reaches inside the pocket or pouch that it has in there, gets that sick grin on his face again, and pulls a spike out from it. Kyle starts to have a confused look on his face, almost as if he forgot that was in there, then he bursts out into laughter once again. Kyle grabs Tom by his right arm, lifts him back up to his feet, takes a step forward, and chucks him into the nearest corner with an Irish Whip. Kyle follows immediately after, coming barreling to the corner, spike in hand. He slams the point squarely into the forehead of The Pick, and the only way that one could describe it is that Tom Tyco just got Spiked. A blood trickle starts to form in the spike would, and the blood starts to come down The Pick's face. Nobody said this match would be pretty, and The Second City's Native Son is ready to ensure all of that. Kyle grabs Tom's arm once again, takes a step forward, and hurls him to the opposite corner with another Irish Whip. Kyle once again follows after Tom, running and building up speed, only this time Tom manage to roll away, and Kyle stabs his spike into the turnbuckle. Tom falls onto the mat, he needs to recover, while Freak tries for a few seconds to get the spike out of the turnbuckle. He decides to forget about it after a few seconds, and rolls outside the ring, looking for more toys to play with. Johnny: This is what can only be called brutal, pure and simple. These two men have a hatred for one another, and the only place that hatred could be fully exposed was right here tonight, in Kyle's choice of a Windy City Deathmatch. No rules, just pin your opponent, make them submit, or knock them out in the ring. Thats all you can do, you truly have to make your opponent quit in this match, and Kyle and Tom are looking forward to all the damage they they will cause each other during the course of this match. Bottom line, it will be a blood bath. Donny: Yep you got that right John Boy, but heres the thing that most people hadn't considered. They know Tom Tyco's history of being a 4 time Hardcore Champion. They know that he is a risk taker, they know all of that. They Don't know that back in the day, Kyle Rieger was one of the most sadistic hardcore wrestlers in the world. He teamed with Razer here, he was hardcore champion in the UWF, he fought many streetfights and brutal matches, hell he even won Tigress in a Streetfight. The point is, this man may be a technical wrestler at heart, but when it comes to violence and brutality, there are few that will be able to match his pure sadistic pleasure. |
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| Kyle The Freak Rieger | May 25 2007, 04:41 PM Post #3 |
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Kyle finally finds what he's looking for underneath the ring. The ring apron drops, he looks towards the entrance way to the ring, and gets that same old grin on his face. He puts two fingers to his lips, blows, and lets out a fierce and shrill whistle. Out from the curtain comes Kyle's friend Kalevala. He comes running down to the ring, a la The Ultimate Warrior, sprinting with much ferocity. Kyle lifts his hand up in the air, and gives his partner in crime a high five. Kyle lifts up the ring apron, Kal peeks down underneath, and just smiles and nods. The fans know there's a weapon under there, but what tool of fierce destruction have these two found? There could be many implements of torture under that ring, hammers, ladders, tables, chairs, what could they be thinking of. Both men go under the ring, each grabbing a hold of one side of the item, and they begin to pull it out from under the ring. Both men inching back slightly, pulling the item further and further. Finally they get it from under the ring, the fans are watching to see what it is, and its a giant black hefty bag. Everyone is confused, maybe the item is in the bag, but what could it be. Both men heave it into the ring, then slide underneath the bottom rope following it in. Tom Tyco is struggling to get back up to his feet, he begins climbing back, staggering on his knees, before finally making it up. He's back to standing, but he's stumbling, it looks like he has very little energy, his head is bleeding from the spike, and he's not in good condition at all. Kyle lifts one side of the garbage bag. Kal the other, and both men start running to The Pick. The plastic slams into Tom, smashing and smothering him with it and sending him slamming to the canvas. Kyle and Kal hold the destructive weapon in the air, the fans pondering what could've taken him down, what the hell is that god damn big. Kyle pulls the spike out from his boot, and begins to tear open the bag. The ring begins to fill with golden and white snow, Kyle reaches in the bag, grabs a handful and begins to eat. They used Popcorn to level The Pick, and he's become a victim of Kyle and Kal's Kranial Kernal Katastrophe . Both men drop the giant bag on the floored Tom Tyco, high five once again, and head to opposite corners to pose, flaunt, and mock. Surprisingly the crowd isn't sending many boos, Kyle may be a hated man most anywhere else, but in his hometown, he's beloved. Kal looks over to Kyle, both men nod their heads, and Kal starts to head out of the ring. He walks over to the announce table, shakes Donny's hand, puts on a pair of headsets, and joins in on their commentary. Kalevala: Hey there boyos, what's the good word guys. Donny: Kal, always great to have a champion in the booth with me here. So what are you thinking of this match so far. Kalevala: Well its all locked up for Kyle. I mean do you see the destruction, the force, the madness we've just caused. Johnny: You hit a guy with a bag of popcorn. How much destruction does that really cause. Donny: Well he's still flat out on the mat, I would say that they caused a lot of damage with that. Kalevala: My point exactly, and I'm here just to make sure my buddy Kyle, doesn't get fucked over by the ref's again. That was blood, BLOOD. Johnny: Oh lord not this again. Back in the ring Tom is being buried under more and more Popcorn, he's being showered on as the bag continues to empty. Kyle is searching under the ring, trying to find himself some more toys to play with. He goes to each side of the ring, looking under the apron, trying to find something he wants to use, and nothing is looking appealing to him at all. He pauses for a second, looks over to the ring attendant, grabs his haliburton briefcase from them, and slides back into the ring. He puts it in the corner of the ring, debating on using it or not, he doesn't want to damage his precious title belt, but he can't find a weapon he wants to use right now. Kyle has a puzzled look on his face, he looks over to Kal and shrugs his shoulders. Kal points to the entrance ramp, and Kyle nods his head in response. Kyle puts his fingers to his lips once again, blows out a shrill whistle with them, and the fans look to the ramp way in anticipation. The front of a shopping cart begins to appear from the curtain, its slowly moving forward, inching its way to the top of the ramp. The cart begins to emerge more and more from the curtain, and sitting in the front basket we can see two new midgets. One is dressed in a kids size lime green suit with black shirt and red tie, the other in a miniature red cloak and tights. Behind the cart are the three remaining originals, after the death of mini Julio, Mini Bman, Mini Vegeta, and Mini Steele push the cart forward with their stubby arms and legs. They get it to the top of the ramp, give it one fierce push, and it begins to go flying towards the ring. The cart slams into the side of the ring, and the two minis go flying into it, thankfully landing on the big pile of popcorn burying Tom Tyco. Both start to dig through it, and the moment they lay eyes on Tom they start to pummel away at him with Stubby Punches and Kicks. Kyle gives a thumbs up to the three on the ramp and they head back to the back. Kyle pats down his pockets, looking for a cigarette, wanting to enjoy his break, but he can't find a pack on him. He yells to his doppleganger, who tosses him a pack of Marlboro Mild 100s. Kyle takes one from the pack, grabs the skull Zippo, and lights his smoke up. He takes a few deep inhales, breathing out a heavy cloud of carcinogens, and then climbs through the ropes to check the shopping cart. He sees lots of toys inside, everything from brass knuckles, to a chain, a pipe, and a bag that looks ominously like thumb tacks. But these aren't what Kyle's looking for, he starts to dig around, hoping to find his trademark. He reaches down, pulls out some random things, an action figure, a Leonard Cohen album, and a feather pillow for some reason. Finally he grabs it, hoisting up the brown bottle high into the air. Some look confused, others look disappointed, but those who know burst into cheers. Kyle puts out his cigarette, grabs the bottle and a pair of brass knuckles since they could be useful soon, and slides back under the bottom rope. The Minis are still punching away at The Pick, and Kyle can't help but smile. He shoos them away however, sending them to the sides, as he opens up the bottle. The smell is foul, both of the little ones and the ref hold their nose, but Kyle doesn't even seem to notice. He dumps some of the liquid onto Tom Tyco, pours some more into his mouth, and he closes the bottle. He flicks and lights the Zippo, a orange/yellow flame glows, and Kyle mists the liquid out towards The Pick. An Orange Fireball forms, burning Tom up, and what's worse is it lights the liquid on his skin, setting Tom completely on fire, making him truly Inflames. Tom rolls instinctively, burning even more of the popcorn, while Kyle and the Minis just stand above him, and laugh. |
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| Tom Tyco | May 26 2007, 01:22 AM Post #4 |
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Out of Character: Sorry bud, this has been another really weird week and this is my first time on since I wrote to you a couple days back. Hoping this can be the last RP? Good luck. In Character A universal whimper arises from the crowds. Many sit in not only shock, but a frozen fear with their mouths hung deep. Not one person could image that their icon, the truly hardcore Tom Tyco, could take such a sadistic beating of creatures that are the same species as he; as themselves! Not so much as a sound emits from the stands, leaving the whooshing sound of a burning human being to fill the silent void. This Hardcore Hero has met his doom in a match he so much loves to be a part of, and risk his body for, but this time the fight has gone too far; his flesh begins to rot from his bones. One can taste the foul stench fuming off his lifeless body, making the eerie silence that much more discomforting. Small Tyco fans and even grown men and women begin to secrete salty droplets of tears from their eyes for this could very well be the last time they see their well loved seasoned veteran again from now until the end of time. The only possible way this man can recover from such a vicious assault is if now he was extinguished and now his bastard counterparts were vanquished. Time has seemed to stall for a lapse for thousands of fans to paint the ugly image of a friendly ally literally under fire as though perhaps watching the Titanic sink or the World Trade Center towers falling. The official Kirk Fitzpatrick attempts to run into the fallen fighter's general area, but is hassled away by The Freak Bully by the simple use of a heaved chest. He acts as a body guard as the less than tall accomplices remain driving their miniature boots into the defenseless Tom Tyco's sternum and appendages despite the shooting flames randomly bouncing about. Just then, a slight glimmer of hope sparks in the form of three figures; Devlin Jackson, Frank Evans, and Indystar: The Wicked. Mr. Jackson is the first to appear top stage, ordering his stable mates to emerge from the back with his finger darting toward the ring's direction. To add to motion, he shouts frantically the words "Hurry up! He's nearly dead!" Just to hear the word "dead" brings the heart of many spectators to their throats because suppose it is true? They just watched someone they loved for many years die in front of their eyes, and in such a brutal way! It's bad enough to watch death, but to give your heart to someone with cheers and chants week in and week out, it's next to unbearable. Even though The Wicked is rushing out with their hearts generating their legs, Frank with a fire extinguisher and Indystar with a crowbar at hand, one can't help but remain voiceless. It's the end of Tom Tyco; it's the of the world. Frank is the first to reach the ring, sprawling under the lowest cable with his giant stature merely making the three midget villains look like dominoes. He quickly tears them away like vines in a jungle, stomping them all in the head one at a time with his massive boot. There is no care if he paralyzes them by crushing the top of their skulls into their necks, it's all about saving the man whom has given him a chance at the PWA life, a man whom he will forever be grateful to call a partner and friend. Freak of course slides before the burning carcass, but Indystar slides into the ring with his fingers tightly wound around the metal pry tool. Catching this cruiser weight's burning expression upon his face, and dodging a swing, Mr. Rieger decides enough is enough and presents to flaming body to them whilst springing out of the ring through the top and second ropes. Mr. Evans rushes to his friend and pulls the handle of the sodium case to allow the white foamy liquid to spew upon the Hardcore Legend. The hot gases melt away, leaving Tom in a pile of black and white mess. One can not see his body after the fire is diminished, but judging by the lack of skull hair in random places and black singes upon other follicles, this current stage of physicality can not be good. Devlin is the last of the three Wicked allies to enter the ring, but is the first to check upon his well respected rival. He runs his hands through the snow white foam, wiping it away from his face whilst screaming mercifully for the life to flicker into his body. After a few seconds, the body remains stiff and care-free. Heavy hearts can not help but watch the charred superstar with most holding two palms together in mute prayer. Then, out of the blue, the body twitches, and even creases at the mid-section; he lives! Folded hands separate and come together again over and over to clap for this supernatural being. The toneless larynxs fill with laughter and cheers of joy and excitement! He lives, and moves on his own power! To everyone's surprise, he even begins to rally to his feet, fighting the deep burning pains that layer his body. A shake of the head followed by an upward thrust relieves him to his own two feet again, but with a stagger haunting his stance. Devlin and Frank are by his side to help him with his shifting poise if needed, but so far, he remains on his own. His hands join in the full body motion by wiping away some of the contents the extinguisher had to offer and save him. For the first time since the incident, many can gander at the damage suffered, which seems to be the following: loss of hair from the frontal to about the middle of the skull, blackened hair throughout the rest of the head minus a couple small areas that keep the natural blond tint alive, disintegrated eye-lashes and eye-brows with slightly darkened spots upon his face such as the left cheek and forehead that contain nasty blisters, the blood has clean burned off his face and the open wound has been welded shut about mid-forehead, the chest is slightly blistered with dark stains randomly grazing it, and his lips have turned a deep red but remain intact. To better the surprise, this man has far less damage than imagined and the round of the applauds grows louder with every duration! The eyes are open at last, but when the mouth opens, the foul flammable juice escapes it and splatters all about the canvas upon the fire fighting foam amongst some of the popcorn. Speaking of the kernels, most have popped during the entire scene, leaving the canvas to be flooded with the freshly cooked snack. Out of humor, Mr. Tyco reaches down hesitantly and swipes a handful of the corny goodness, and shoves it into his mouth! Not only does it turn the tyranny of cheers into laughter, but the white treat absorbs the nasty fluid shoved into his mouth to rid of the horrible odor that stings his tongue. A quick wave to the fans with a ridiculous half-smile upon his scared face brings the embassy to a quake with chairs rattling in place and lights from the rafters swaying back and forth! Their man, the Hardcore Hero, has reemerged skinned alive, but not fallen! The wave steadily transforms into a single finger, which cranks itself lower until it has reached a destination; a point straight toward The True Freak, Kyle Rieger. Tom is a broken man, but his team remains in his corner just in case anything gets out of hand more than it should. Again transforming, the finger turns into a flat palm with the metacarpals retracting and extending to perform the universal sign for "Come get some." A blank expression deframes the dominator's steady face, leaving him and everyone else in a thought of "Is Tom Tyco the true Freak?!" The raging vocalized emotion of ticket holders fades into the sunset, leaving the fans as they were before the entire fire incident occurred. Kyle swivels his head left and right claiming his desire to fight is not a strong one, but the reason could be the fact that it is now Tom who has the numbers and not he. The midgets, all three of them have physically perished to a thundering leather boot nearly the size of their own whole corpses and Kalevala may not be enough being it would be a four on two battle. They, the midgets, lay scattered randomly outside the ring with no such movement to show their liveliness, and the spectators and perhaps even the twisted WAR members could care less. With an eventual respond to the call-out, Kyle finally answers with a finger of his own being the middle finger of course. Some parents are quick to cover their children's eyes, but they release once the obscene gesture turns into a point; not toward Tom Tyco, but toward his mates. He shouts loud enough to only where the people within the ring can hear, but giving all others indication that he wants the rest of The Wicked out of the ring. Both Indystar and Frank Evans place a palm firmly upon the shoulders and cause the former Intercontinental Champion to yelp with pain being the spots are burned. Each quickly pulls away, but bundles into a conference with the previously ignited warrior to claim a decision. Several moments of hand motions and vocal demands reach a conclusion, and the two Wicked members begin to reel away from the Man-Beast and hustle toward the ropes! Such a bold decision being that any kind of slight contact to this mere human will sting like hell, and any heavy contact, well, may kill him. Devlin also follows his counterparts, but huddles them together to perhaps perform a tactic if things get out of hand. Tom looks at his adversary again and repeats his folding hand motion. This time, a snicker rumbles from Kyle's throat and a flashy grin dominates the mandible. He crawls beneath the bottom rope and pulls himself to a vertical base before the hell-beaten Tom Tyco. How this five-time Hardcore Champion remains standing is amazing, but one knows that any sort of offensive maneuver by the flawless opponent will knock him out of this match and maybe out of the league for a long time. It's a risk, but this is what the challenger lives for. Johnny: So, Tom Tyco, the Hardcore Legend, he is back in this thing despite all the damage he has taken to the body. We don't even know the condition of his insides are so he may be out of it before reaching his prime! Donny: No doubt Johnny. He's suffering right now and although he is being positive and confident, there is no doubt in my mind and anyone's mind that he will not be able to continue much longer, even if he somehow gets an advantage on Kyle Rieger! Kalevala: You got that damn straight. Not that this peon will be able to muster anything to fight back against the energy house Kyle Rieger anyways, but if he did, he will pay for it in mere moments. He took one hell of a beating and there is no way he or his team of rejects will stop us at any costs. Just watch, his soul will be ripped away from his body at any time now. Johnny: Let's just hope for the sake of our viewers, you are wrong. The showdown is on; the inner-tainted, body-melted, Tom Tyco, whom is heavily breathing just to support his life is face to face with the man whom has permanently scared him: the "perfect" Kyle Rieger. The challenger is a mess compared to the evil counterpart, slumping slightly in his full stance and of course, the visual wounds dug into his carcass throughout. Never the less, the never die attitude continues to be the light and, perhaps only light, for the previous Three Hours of Power finalist. Alas, the action resumes. Kyle is the first to swing, with a half-assed jab aiming for the temple of the opponent, but Mr. Tyco is able to dodge by ducking! With momentum to the bobbing motion, he pulls back an under-hooked arm and drives it forth into the abdomen of the Intercontinental Champion with all the force he can muster! A strong percentage of glimmering life fades from the eyes of the champion as his palms quickly search the infiltrated area as a means of support. He doubles over and ultimately collapses to his knees where he exposes a breathy pant in sheer pain. Just that one little blow sends the crowds into a unison frenzy, with chants of "Tyco! Tyco! Tyco!" leading the march of voices. Tom too falls to one knee, but picks himself up fast to the adrenaline pumping rave! He hobbles backward for a moment before bringing his feet to plant into the canvas in front of the panting opponent. There is no care in the world in this Wisconsin native as to how he handles his counterpart after the unbelievable attack bestowed upon him and he proves it by charging forth with his soft leather boot leading the way. A heart-wrenching "SMACK!" echoes from the temple of Kyle Rieger as the lower appendage adjusts to that target! No more satanic grin; he falls upon his side in fetal position with nothing but a fainted mask covering his face. Obviously, the crowds do not care either for what the challenger does to his pyro-hungry opponent for the connection only accelerates the pure energy the fans have to shower upon the new dominator! Frank Evans and Indystar join them as mere spectators, joining in their every word and shouting with glee to the altercation. Devlin, of course, just watches with a slight grin upon his face and arms crossed. The Freak, despite being the hands down non-favoring favorite, has been picked apart in two swipes and Tom Tyco looks to end this hellicious Street Fight match once and for all; he crumbles to his knees and pushes the opponent onto his spine, draping himself over him. The official gladly plops to the canvas with his hand leading the charge and cleanly shouts "One!" No movement in the fallen fighter. Flashbulbs in every nook and cranny of the arena flicker in their glory in what could be the greatest upset in PWA history. "Two!" sparks with charm from Mr. Fitzpatrick's voice to the sound of a bouncing hand. This it is, just one count away and the opponent is marked out cold. The palm gently hangs in the air for a split second and lets gravity pulls it back down to the ivory mat. "THRE-" shouts the official, bursting with excitement, but the number is corrupted. The hand does indeed grace the mat, but it is only a quivering millionth of a second after the WAR member's shoulder has elevated against the ring's grasp. Sluggishly, the official regains his own vertical base and signifies a two count to the bell-ringer of the match. All the built of exposure of happy rants diminishes in one simple action, and no one is even sure if the tired and destroyed Tom Tyco can even get up again. One thing is for sure, he is able to roll off the opponent and face toward the atmosphere. His appendages all fling from his body once the half-roll is complete, leaving him open for any sort of attack without a chance to defend himself. Kalevala catches notice of this and knows his is closer to the former Intercontinental Champion than the stable mates are, so he jumps out of his chair and makes the charges toward the ring. Of course, it takes a couple seconds to rid of the head-set, so by the time his he set his pace, both Frank and Indystar are already in the ring ready to defend their full-pledged partner. The stride of the Commonwealth Champion freezes, leaving this Kennin Warrior to look at the two unorthodox partners as if he was a deer and lights were shining in his eyes. Out of the corner of his eye, however, he catches Kyle Rieger being the first to move, leaving this last European Champion to be at ease for a moment. The three midgets also resurrect themselves, all standing on two feet. Of course, no one really notices them being the height they are, but Kalevala does and that's all the convincing he needs to send this match into a battle of the two true warriors. All he has to do is distract the two Wicked members and his partner will do all he needs to do to win the grueling bout. He rushes forth quickly and tugs at their legs, driving both men into a stage of slight anger, but enough anger to chase this third level champion to wherever he may go. The two teammates escape the ring and track Kalevala to and over the barricade with their respected weapons still in hand. This chase resumes until all three men are out of sight after running into the backstage area through the crowds. Mr. Jackson watches the action and his smirk grows heavier; that is until the three midgets group together and draw closer to him. They are nearly five feet from him when he finally realizes their presence. A glow on his face breaks as he starts running for his life; the three mini-legends tag-along and rush up the ramp. They disappear into the entrance section, leaving just two gods to settle their score. As indicated before, The Freak is mobile, but so is Tom Tyco. Both men sit perched upon one knee whilst pulling themselves together in their own unique ways. After a roller coaster-like ride for Tom Tyco, will he be able to defy the odds and snag a victory over the man whom tried to help murder him, or will the wounds ultimately get the best of him? Stay tuned. |
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| Kyle The Freak Rieger | May 26 2007, 03:49 PM Post #5 |
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Kyle and Tom stand, both men staring into each others very soul, pondering, wondering, what is going on in their opponents mind. Kyle is still in shock, he put a large beating down on Tyco, even setting him ablaze. But with the arrival of The Wicked, the odds were evened, and he was able to mount a comeback in the match. Both men look like they are at even positions, but Tom has a slight disadvantage. He may have risen like a Phoenix after the inferno blazed him, but he's still hurting. All the adrenaline, testosterone, cortisone, and whatever else is pumping through his blood, still can't compensate for the fact that Tom Tyco has taken more of a beating from Freak. His head is busted open from the spike, and blood is coming out of his forehead still. He has possible second degree burns on part of his body, but yet something inclines him to go on. Its fairly amazing that he's even standing right now, but the fact that he's ready to fight is incredible. Both men circle up, trying to stall a little bit while they thing of their plans. Tom's going to go straight out brawling, he's got the power advantage there, and his heavy punches have already laid out Freak once. Plus Tom's got a secret or two hidden up his sleaze. Freak's going to go with his quantity of strikes, not normal for a hardcore match such as this, but if need be he may have an equalizer. Both men simultaneously stop, Kyle draws his right arm across his chest, Tom pull back his right fist. Both men send them firing into their opponent. Heads are rocked and chests are reddened by the Simultaneous Chop/Punch. Kyle shakes his head around, getting the cobwebs out, why Tom flexes his chest a few times, trying to stop the stinging. Kyle attempts to slice away with another chop, but Tom ducks away in time. Tom pulls back his left fist and gives Kyle a thunderous Shot to the Stomach. Kyle hops back a little bit, that was a mighty fierce shot, and he's gotta recover quick. Kyle pulls his foot back, and slams shins with Tom, sending a powerful kick his direction. Tom pauses to check it, its fine, and instantly he pulls back his right hand and pops Kyle in the jaw with a Hook. It sends Kyle spinning slightly and he's gotta bring out the equalizer, Tom is pretty pissed off, and he's gonna need any advantage he can find. He reaches into his pockets, and finds nothing, taps around them, but nothing is in them. Behind him Tom has pulled out the Brass Knuckles that Freak stashed away, haven taken them during his pinfall attempt. He slides them his right hand, draws it back, and walks up to Kyle. He taps Kyle on the shoulder, just on instinct Kyle turns around, and The Pick cracks him in the jaw with a good old fashioned Knuckle Duster. Kyle is floored immediately, he lays on the canvas motionless, he may have to eat through a straw for a week, but everyone in the arena, including Tom Tyco, knows Kyle won't quit that easy. Tom goes outside of the ring, he's not going to try for the pin, at least not yet, he's going to go find some plunder. He searches underneath the ring apron, and finds the three staples, he pulls out first a chair, and slides it into the ring. Next he grabs a table, and tosses it under the bottom rope. Third is a very tall ladder, which he manages to push into the ring. The weapons are littered all over, but thats a very good thing in the eyes of Tom. He slides back into the ring, and begins pulling the legs out on the table. He gets one pulled out, then locked, followed by the other, and stands it up right in the middle of the ring. Freak sill is motionless on the canvas, either that punch took a helluva a lot out of him, or he's playing the best possum these fans have ever seen. Tom grabs a hold of Kyle's right arm and lifts him up to his feet. Tom lifts up his massive right leg and gives Kyle a big Boot to the Gut to double him over. He steps in so his legs are between Kyle's head, then wraps his arms around his stomach. The Pick bends his knees, and lifts Kyle high into the air onto his shoulders. He takes a few steps, walking him over to the table, before chucking him straight down. Kyle goes flying like a rocket, momentum increasing every moment, before he smashes into the table, cracking it near perfectly in half save a few splintered segments. Tom just stands over the wreckage, smiling, proud of his Powerbomb Through the Table. But he's not done yet, he's ready to inflict more damage and punishment. He looks over and eyes the ladder, most everyone knows his high risk tendencies, and it looks like he's going to take flight soon. He walks over to it, bends down, and wraps his arms around the giant structure of steel. He lifts the giant contraption up in the air. He drags it over to the corner setting it up there to climb up. He looks over to his opponent, Kyle is just flat out dead in the ring. There's been no motion, he's just laying in the splintered pile of wood. His head is a fog, no ideas flow, just random abstract thoughts, does he even realize that he's still in a wrestling match. Kyle could be doing ok, or he could be running on empty, we have no idea, all we know is that he's still out of it. Tom wants to set up Kyle, he walks over to the table, grabs him by the arm, and lifts and drags him over by the ladder. Suddenly he stops, everyone in the arena wonders what's going on, and Tom lifts Kyle back up to his feet. Tom faces away from the ladder, Kyle is staring straight at it. His future in the match looks bleak, unless he does something drastic. Tom pulls Kyle's head down and wraps his arm around it, he pauses for a moment, a moment too long. Kyle wraps his arms around Tom's stomach, bends his knees, and lifts up. He flips Tom over quickly, staying flat, before slamming him into the canvas and bridging up. Awe and shock falls over the crowd, that's followed up with cheers, an amazing recovery, an amazing move, and now an amazing bridge. Kyle's head is perched on the mat, his spine curved, he's holding and hoping for the pin and the win. The ref has to hop over some of the crap in the ring to just make it to the two men. He slaps his hand on the canvas once, Kyle is twitching will he be able to hold the bridge. His hand slaps for the second time, Tom isn't looking too good, all the energy he had before just seems completely lost. Thr.. Kyle can't hold the bridge, he breaks it, but the damage has been done by the Bridging Northern Lights Suplex. Johnny: And welcome back to the match Kyle Rieger. Tyco took a great beating at the beginning of the match and came and fought back. Now Kyle has done the exact same thing, although from the looks of The Pick in the ring, he might not have much left. Donny: Its quite obvious Johnny Dangerously, he was running on adrenaline. The guy rises up after being burnt alive to fight again, that is pretty god damn impressive, but the fact remains, he's not in control any longer. The fans are throwing their cheers at The Freak now, and he may be left out in the dust for the rest of the match. Kyle's got control, and this time, he's mad. Johnny: So you are saying there is no way that Tom Tyco will come back in the match. We've seen him do it once before in this match, once that rush kicks in there's nothing that can hurt you, and you fight harder than anyone in the world. Donny: That is all true my colleague, except you mentioned the falsehood of it, Its already happened to Tom Tyco in this match, and it drained him completely. How is The Pick going to come back from the brink of extinction, when he doesn't have the energy to crawl? Johnny: I'm saying Tom wants that title back, he's hungering for it, and I don't think there are enough weapons in Chicago Illinois to take Tom out. Kyle stands in the center of the ring and looks around to his hometown crowd. The sections of boos are drowned out completely. He's home, and he's happy to be here. Kyle love these guys more than even himself, the fans in his hometown made him what he is today. From Amateur Wrestler, to Homeless Bum, to Hardcore Legend, to Submission Master, to his current Wrestling Machine mentality, these are the people who have always been around to support Freak. He gives them another look around, grins that simple grin, and laughs out, “MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.” Kyle is nowhere near done dismantling his adversary, he's just ready to welcome him to the house of pain. Kyle grabs Tyco's right arm and drags him towards the ominous ladder still standing up in the corner, waiting to be used. Kyle pulls him right in front of it, then lets go of his arm. He grabs the chair laying in the ring, and drops it right by the ladder. Kyle lifts Tom to his feet, looks him in the eyes, and sees a broken man staring back. Tom just looks puzzled, he gave Freak a series of stiff punches, ending with the use of brass knuckles, and powerbombed him through a table, and Kyle is still up here laughing and joking. Kyle is just having fun with all the people here in Chicago, and tonight that's going to fuel him. He lifts Tyco off the canvas, moves the chair so its laying right by Tyco's left side, and takes in a deep breath. Kyle bends Tom's head down, and wraps his right arm around it. He bends his own down and place's Tom's right arm around it, and grabs a hold of Tom's jeans with his left hand. Kyle bends his knees and lifts Tom up into the air. He hoists him higher, and higher, until both men are now standing as one straight line. The blood begins to rush into Tom Tyco's brain, dazing him further, causing him to become dizzy, and ensuring that he will be at least a bit light headed. Kyle is grunting, sweating, and shaking just a little bit, these two are close in size, the question will end up being how long will Kyle hold him up there. He's pushing himself to keep that blood flowing to his brain, to damage his head even more. Tom wants to kick, twitch, shake, do anything that would stop his head from fogging up completely, but all he can get out are whimpered moans of the dazed state he is in. Kyle has held him up for ten seconds now, normally he'd drop Tom straight on his head, then laugh again, but this time he's not going for that. Kyle wants to push himself to the limit, and he wants to make sure that Tom gets a rude awakening when he head smashes down. Twenty Seconds has been reached, and Tom is completely out of it. No one knows what's going on up in his head, but it for sure isn't wrestling related in the least. Kyle is still just working to keeping him up, struggling and sweating. When he hits thirty seconds he can't take it anymore, he drops back, but keeps the Pick vertical. Tom's head smashes into the conveniently placed chair, and Kyle has set him up for the end of it all with the Stalling Brainbuster. The positioning is ok, but not perfect, Kyle drags Tom more centered to the ladder, and pulls him a little bit further away from it. Now comes the big trek, and Kyle can only hope that Tom Tyco doesn't come back to his senses any time soon. He looks up at the ladder, one that will put him nearly twenty feet above the concrete floor, and there will be no one there to hold it for support. Kyle climbs up slowly, one rung at a time, there is some wobbling and shaking, but for the most part its a pretty smooth and safe climb, He makes it one rung from the top and stops. Kyle looks around the arena one more time, his back is towards his opponent and a large contingent of his fans, but he doesn't care. He's connecting with everyone in the arena tonight, and those old school fans might have an idea of what is coming up. Kyle jumps off the top of the ladder, and begins to back flip. He forces all his weight to the back, trying to build up the momentum to complete the move. He finishes one flip and is almost half way down the ladder. He continues to rotate, getting two thirds of the way around, and smashing his chest into The Pick's. There is an eruption of cheers and yelling, Kyle's gone high risk one more time, and come up big with the Double Flip Moonsault. He hooks the leg, wanting to end it all, and Fitzpatrick runs over to make the count. One, Kyle isn't at all calm, he's in fact a little bit spastic, he wants to know if he's gonna have to give everything in this match to end it. Two, The Pick is out cold, in some far off world maybe someone is telling him the count has just reached two, but in all honesty it looks like Tom Tyco is done. Thre..., Tom lifts his should up a fraction of a second before the third slap of the mat, Kyle gets up, and doesn't even look mad almost as if he knew it was coming. Kyle grabs Tom by his arm and lifts him back up to his feet. He's gonna end it all now, no matter what, and he pulls Tom to the center of the ring. Kyle pulls back his right foot, and delivers a nice boot to the chest to double The Pick over. Kyle wraps his right arm around Tom's head, grabs his jeans with his left hand, pulls him up just slightly, and immediately drops back. Tyco's head collides with the canvas yet again, but Kyle isn't done after the DDT. He keeps his arm around Tom's head, rotates so he is on Tom's left side facing the same direction as him, locks down Tom's left arm, crosses his own arms, and pulls up, locking in the crossface. Fans haven't seen this done in years, but Kyle Rieger is looking to end it all by making Tom suffer via MisTreatMent, but will he survive or submit? |
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| Tom Tyco | May 26 2007, 05:58 PM Post #6 |
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Tom's screams becomes muffled to his throat as it is pulled back with vicious force. The Freak has this man completely destroyed and conquered and there is not a damn thing he can do. His allies have left him as have Kyle's, leaving the two men to beat the holy hell out of each other, but all hopes seems lost for the former Intercontinental Champion as fans now begin to drown out the ring region with rowdy chants of their own, most being "Freak sucks! Freak sucks!" Tom barely moves with all the pain traveling to his upper spinal chord combine with the vicious burns and heart-sicking clobberings taken throughout the course of the match. The official has slumped to his knees before this so-called Hardcore Legend, asking for his surrender. Although all but dead, the never-die attitude remains the light for this challenger as he cocks his head left and right to signify his determination is still as tough as nails. With every twisted second chiming by, the Freak, true to his name, rips the head back with constant force as though trying to dislocate the skull from the rest of the body. He too exposes a raging moan reveal his pull to be clinched tight and growing with each turn of the vice handle. The one free arm of the Wisconsin native can't even hover above the ring to the official's liking, proving that the power has next to drained from his wretched body. The expression on his face is haunting to the average Tom Tyco fan; clinched teeth behind a severely burned mask of anguish and tufts of blond hair randomly seclude on parts of the scalp are what most can see, and it's enough to make even the strongest of heart to cover their eyes. For the most part, fans just watch this Hero of the match to wave the proverbial white flag because there is no way for him to recover in time to take any advantage; it's all downhill from here for the current champion. Alas, the finger-locked tug reaches it's full potential, causing a cherry roan to light up the face of the sadistic warrior, and yet, the Hardcore Maniac has yet to give into the temptations of pain. All the dominator can do now is hold the stretch and hope that his time will be wasted very little for in his eyes and the eyes of even the noblest Man-Beast fan, this WAR member has the match finished. Suddenly, a shimmer of life sparks within the shredded fighter as his hair steadily elevates above the ivory stained mat. It quivers in it's hold giving the world a first impression that the end of the match and torture is now, thank god. The hand jiggles in place for what seems like an eternity, and it also seems to be the only part of the miserable corpse that remains to show signs of life. Bright red had been devoured by a beet red now upon the locking fighter's grasp, and his teeth now tighten to the jaw's iron force as well. His eye-lids tightly cling over the round windows of vision, and his upper appendages shake vigorously. Then, a silent aw; the hold is released, but why? Not one person can comprehend what has just happened except the champion himself, and that is the fact that giving the victim his all has drained his own life energy! His arms snap away from Tom's temples, causing him to crash into the canvas spine first. The roan face stands still, his arms flail to his sides, the chest heaves in a raging pant. There is nothing left in either man, and Tom shows his unwillingness to participate by ultimately landing with his upper arms sprawled about the surface and chin digging into the ring's veneer. With neither man with an ounce of energy left to give to this devilish match, who will be the first to potentially get up and pin the opponent? Stay tuned. |
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| Kalevala | May 28 2007, 12:43 AM Post #7 |
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The two gallant warriors lay sprawled across the canvas in heaps of writhing flesh. Completely exhausted and on the cusp of consciousness, the Freak was unable to keep his seldom seen submission hold firmly locked into place. This could very well be the Pick's saving grace, for the battered and bruised challenger had been physically decimated throughout this encounter on Rieger's home turf. The crowd was completely and utterly satiated with the entertainment before them, showering the two men with waves of cheers for a job well done. However, there was still work to be done, and the official in the match began his long, and undesired count, due to the inactivity of the two men. With each passing moment the anxiety of the crowd grew and grew, the sole reason being that they did not want to see such an awesome match end in such an unfulfilling manner. As though feeding off the hopes and desires of the audience, the two men began to stir. To the surprise of everyone in attendence, and everyone watching at home, it was Tom Tyco who began to move first. Being in a bad way did not seem to hinder his spirit, which was growing ever more fiery with each passing second (wink wink nudge nudge sbtlk). However it seemed at this time that something began to change, something deep within the hearts of the crowd. As they witnessed their hometown hero nearly collapsing in exhaustion, having thrown everything out on the line, it seemed to inspire them. Therefore the quicker recovery of his opponent, the Pick, incited an unusal response : jeers. At this point in time, Tyco had made his way to the far ropes, and had pulled himself back up to his feet. On the other side of the ring, the Freak was in a kneeling position, resting with the help of the middle ropes. Standing under his own power and walking towards the Freak, Tyco did nothing more but elicit more and more jeers from a completely unreceptive crowd. As Tyco seemed to have a good bit of spirit left in his burning eyes, he approached Rieger with the intent of putting him out of his misery, however the champion was not having any of it. Rising in a hurry, Rieger extended his arm and connected with a stiff shot to Tyco's face. The crowd went wild, as the two previously exhausted men were going at it again, this time in a slugging match. Each time Rieger landed a hit, the entire crowd roared. Each time Tyco landed a shot, the entire crowd jeered violently. Johnny: What is wrong with this crowd?! Donny: I don't know, but it sure is great! The Freakamaniacs are running wild! Finally, overwhelming his opponent, Kyle forces his challenger against the ropes, grabbing his arm. Whipping him hard across the ring, Kyle quickly follows him in hopes of springing an attack on the returning Pick, but instead, the IC champion is flattened with a DIAMOND SPEAR out of nowhere! The crowd is thrown for a loop as Tyco folds the champion up with a devastating move! Quickly dragging the IC champion closer to the ropes, Tyco positions himself between the ropes and the referee, pinning Rieger! As the referee drops to make the count, in a very uncharacteristic move from Tyco, he raised his legs up on the middle rope, gaining a very unfair advantage! The crowd was furious, and exploded in a sea of fury as the referee's hand collapsed down onto the canvas for a third and final time. The bell rang. Announcer: The winner of the Windy City Deathmatch, and NEW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION...Tom Tyco! The voice of the announcer was almost completely drowned out by the audience shouting their disapproval, and covering the ring in debris of all kinds. As the referee handed the belt to the rising Tom Tyco, the reaction was deafening. Tyco looked extremely upset at the crowd for jeering. Seeming to think the crowd was shitting on him, and everything he had done in the match. Perhaps this was the reason he resorted to cheating to get the win, because of how the crowd turned on him. Regardless, now in a sitting position, the dejected and defeated formed champion looked at Tyco in disbelief, as he held the belt high above his head. However, the jeers of the crowd would be quickly medicated, as suddenly from out of nowhere came a steel chair cracking against the back of Tom Tyco's skull. Wincing in pain and collapsing face first into the canvas, the new champion was downed by a returning Kalevala! This changed the entire attitude of the audience, who although were still disappointed in the end result, were happy to see the Pick get his just desserts. Helping his fellow WAR-mate back up to his feet, Kalevala attempted to improve the situation, by handing Rieger the steel chair. Bouncing back like a little school girl to help the downed Tyco back up to his feet, Kalevala grabbed the Pick's arm, and whipped him towards a fierce Kyle Rieger. CRACK was the sound the dented steel made against Tyco's face! Busting the new champion's nose in the process. The two stable mate's looked down at their victim with a smile, as the crowd roared on in approval. Kalevala looked at Kyle and then out to the crowd: they could get used to this. They whispered a bit to each other, and then went their seperate ways. Kalevala went and scooped up a battered Tyco, while Rieger took to the turnbuckle. The Illinois crowd anticipated a devastating tag manoeuvre, and they were about to get what they wanted. Picking Tyco up in a back-to-belly, over the shoulder piledriver, the Kennin Warrior waited for Rieger to give him the go-ahead, and then as the Kennin Native delivered the move, the Windy City native soared off the top rope, and landed a Ghetto-stomp on Tyco's ass, moments before Kalevala hit the piledriver, spiking the new IC champion down into the canvas with greaty brutality. The audience gasped a the sight of the move, but then applauded wildly, with a very audible "Holy Shit" chant starting up. Grabbing a microphone from someone on the outside, a very pumped up Kalevala started to speak. Kalevala: How'd you like that Chicago!? Tyco! You thought that I would let what happened at THOP go? HA! You must be stupider than you look! The book between me and you has just started Tyco, what this is right now is only the ending of one chapter! I'll be waiting to start the next one when my brother is through with you! Kalevala spoke over the roar of the crowd, who were cheering wildly. He handed the mic over to Rieger right afterwards. Kyle Rieger: *breathing heavy* You know Tyco, I didn't think you'd stoop to something so low. The ref may be stupid enough to let that happen, but you and I know where we really stand. You thought you could humiliate me in front of my home town? Well I guess you could say that I got the last laugh! This will be a monumental understatement, hell I'm not even sure you can hear me, but you and I aren't through Tyco. I want my rematch, and I want it soon. Illinois, I can promise you that this beat down is only the first of many Sponsored by the Letter K! Kyle dropped the mic, as the crowd roared. Kalevala and Kyle left the new Intercontinental Champion completely destroyed in the center of the ring, being attended to by EMTs. |
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