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Razer vs. Tom Tyco; Non-Title Match
Topic Started: May 28 2007, 12:57 AM (109 Views)
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~Singles Match~
~Singles Rules~


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Razer
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The fans begin to show some signs of discontent as the p.a system crackles to life. The sound of a scream echoes through out the arena which is followed soon after by a steady intense drum beat. Some of the fans rise to their feet already knowing who the music represents. The lights suddenly cut out as four of the most famous words in PWA are blasted through the sound system:

"NEVER TRUST A JUNKIE"

The four words are followed by a mammoth of a guitar riff and pyro explosions as Ministry's "Just One Fix" is welcomed with a wave of boos. In the midst of the smoke clearing stands a figure, head hung low and arm raised high in the air in a fist. The figure lowers is arm, slowly raises its head and slowly walks down to the ring as the booing becomes more intense

Announcer: Weighing in at 260lbs from Liverpool, England... The current PWA Hardcore champion, the enforcer... the junkie... RAZER!!!

Razer stops halfway down the ring and holds both arms up in the air and looks up at the rafters then brings both his arms down slowly before running towards the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and gets up to his feet and walks around the ring taunting the crowd before he takes his shades and leather jacket off and throws them out the ring and leans on the turnbuckle waiting for his opponent.


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Tom Tyco
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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.
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The two men in the ring stand looking at each other. As the hardcore champion requested earlier in the night, Tom Tyco had indeed arrived on his own to the ring, he at least had some honour the enforcer thought to himself. The intercontinental champion looked across the ring at the hardcore champion, he knew that tonight wasn't going to be easy and Razer would be a wounded animal, a very pissed off wounded animal. As the two men walk towards each other, the referee gets between them. He explains the rules - pinfall, submission, count out and all that before he calls for the bell

DING DING DING!!!

As the bell chimes, the enforcer looks the champion up and down and turns his head away as if to show some form of disgust. There is little to distinguish either man from each other in physical build, both are the same height and near enough the same weight give or take a few pounds. Tyco watches the junkie closely and slowly edges away from him as the crowd boos. The two have not faced off in the ring for a long time and both men know little about their opponents styles have changed really. Upon hearing the booing getting louder and the chants for Tyco increasing in frequency the Junkie finally smiles and turns his head to face his opponent. As the two men look each other in the eyes and finally step forwards to meet each other the fans finally start to calm down. Both men raise their arms and lunge forward at each other, locking themselves up in a collar and elbow tie up. The two men struggle to try and get the upper hand over each other but after several seconds of struggling, the enforcer clearly shows who the stronger man out of the pair is and uses his brute force to bear down on Tyco, applying pressure to his neck, arms and shoulder regions. Tyco tries to fight back but the pressure slowly makes his knees buckle. Even with the fans chanting for him he can't find a way to combat the strength of the enforcer. Before Tyco can even try to unbalance the junkie the fans jeer loudly as the forehead of the junkie slams into the face of Tyco with a ruthless headbutt. Upon connection, the junkie lets go of the wicked member's body and watches him stagger backwards momentarily. Before Tyco can even begin to formulate a retaliatory strike the junkie is already on him. With a sudden burst of speed, the junkie rushes forwards to close the gap almost instantly between the two men. As he moves forwards, the junkie slams his fist into the mid-section of Tyco before he follows up with a quick left elbow strike to the jaw of the Intercontinental champion. Tyco tries to fight back but before he can even raise a fist to the enforcer, the junkie has hold of his right hand. He drags the Champion off balance at first then throws him across the ring to the ropes behind them with an Irish Whip. Tyco bounces off the ropes, as his body comes back on the rebound the junkie bends both his legs and readies his arms to catch his opponent but before he can even do anything, Tyco sends himself airborne and slams his forearm across the throat of the junkie with a flying clothesline. The junkie's body crashes down to the canvas as does Tyco who rolls on impact before bringing himself up to his feet instantly. He turns himself in the direction of Razer who is slowly brings himself back up to his feet.

Johnny: Pick manages to score one over the junkie in that early exchange there

Donny: yeah, but you forget one thing - don't piss Razer off

Razer pulls himself up to his feet and looks across the ring at Tyco who begins closing down on him. Tyco breaks into a small charge, as he gets closer the junkie turns himself side on and catches Tyco in a monkey toss but much to his surprise, the IC champion lands on his feet. Catching Razer off guard, Tyco spins round and sends his boot into the mid-section of the hardcore champion doubling him up before taking hold of his head and dragging him down with a quick DDT. The junkie rolls across the canvas and holds his head as Tyco drags himself up to his feet

ooc: jus a quick starter, g'luck TT
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Tyco on one knee looks across the ring at the junkie who still lies face down holding the top of his head in both hands, whether it was the impact of the DDT which had such an effect or the fact that the self proclaimed hardcore legend took the enforcer by total surprise gave the DDT what seemed to be a drastic effect it conferred upon its recipient is debatable but the only clear thing in this match at the moment is once again, the enforcer is on the back foot like he has been in recent matches. Tyco draws himself up to his vertical base and wipes his forehead with his wrist and shakes his head. The crowd cheers as Tyco stops and begins to pose for the fans, adding insult to injury to the enforcer who has finally adopted the press up position and is forcing himself back up to his feet. As the junkie brings himself to his knees, the intercontinental champion wastes no time in pressing the advantage and charging down the hardcore champion. The official has barely enough time to get out the way as the wicked man charges down the junkie and buries his left knee into the junkie's jaw with a Running Knee Strike. The junkie's head violently jerks backwards as he falls onto his back on the canvas, behind him, Tyco rests on the top rope momentarily, regaining some breath before pressing his next attack. The crowd cheers as Tyco begins to trash talk the hardcore champion. "Thought you we're gonna make an example out of me eh? Think again champ!". The audience cheers even louder as the boot of Tyco hits home on the junkie's left shoulder with a vicious stomp. The junkie holds his shoulder, unable to fight back for the moment as Tyco shows a relentless approach, kicking the Englishman's hands away and then slamming his foot down again on the left shoulder with yet another stomp. "Come on Razer, enforce this!"

Johnny: The intercontinental champion is certainly taking no prisoners here, even though neither title is on the line, it seems this is more a battle of pride between these two seasoned veterans

Donny: No shit Mr. Observant. Wouldn't you be fighting with your pride on the line if someone like Razer said he was going to make you an example of what he intends to do to those who stand in his way?

The junkie holds his shoulder again as Tyco holds his left arm above his head clenched in a fist, reminiscent of the typical taunt or signal the junkie commonly uses to signal something big is coming. The few faithful Razer fans in the front row boo this action which prompts the junkie to look up and see the mockery. Razer swears to himself and removes his hand from his shoulder. As he moves his hand, Tyco brings his boot up once again for another stomp but before he can send it home a third time, the junkie rolls out the way of it, leaving Tyco to only hit the canvas and suffer the recoil. The Fans boo as the junkie quickly brings himself onto his knees and throws himself shoulder first into the mid-section of Tyco. The shoulder block knocks the wind out of the intercontinental champion and allows Razer enough time to get back up to his feet. As Tyco stumbles forwards, the Junkie shuffles backwards and catches Tyco by the neck. The IC champion reaches up and throws a left fist into the mid-section of the junkie but it doesn't phase the hardcore champion who brings his left arm up and slams his elbow into the head of the intercontinental champion. As Tyco drops down onto his hands and knees, the junkie steps clear of him and delivers a harsh soccer kick to the exposed ribcage of his opponent, sending him rolling onto his back. The fans boo loudly as the junkie looks around him, taking not of his surroundings and the environment. After making a note of Tyco's body position, the junkie jumps over him and runs to the ropes, he jumps onto the middle rope and springs backwards, flipping his body over in the process but instead of landing the springboard moonsault, Tyco rolls out of the way. The fans cheer as the 260lb body of the junkie connects with nothing but canvas and tyco pulls himself back to his feet once again, holding the back of his head.

Donny: For someone as dumb as Tyco, that was a pretty smart move, he scouted the enforcer well with that one, but we all know this won't last, all it takes is a lapse in concentration and BAM! The junkie is back in control

Johnny: And you say I'm biased

Razer kicks his legs behind him and rolls over onto his back. Visibly winded, he holds his stomach in both hands and closes his eyes and tries to get the air back into his stomach by taking deep breaths but before he can even inhale properly he finds himself the victim of an Elbow drop from the intercontinental champion. The elbow drives down hard into the chest of the junkie causing even more discomfort to his winded state but before he can even react, Tyco is on him yet again. The IC champion jumps back up to his feet and hits home again with another Elbow drop. The fans cheer loudly as a sign of approval for this very physical contest between the two men. The junkie holds his chest once more and manages to get a few breaths of air into his lungs but his moment of regaining composure doesn't last long as Tyco drops down on him again with another elbow drop but instead of getting back up, the IC champion pulls the junkie up and arches his back across his knee and takes hold of both the junkie's arms and begins to stretch at them. Tyco begins to apply intense pressure as the fans cheer loudly and continue to encourage him as the junkie shouts in defiance of their support. The submission move is locked in and not being one known to yield in these situations, the enforcer bites down on his bottom lip and tries to fight the pain. Knowing that the more time spent in this hold means the weaker the junkie's offense will be, Tyco relinquishes some pressure on the junkie before violently dragging the junkie's arms backwards once more, subjecting him to more pressure. "Come On Razer, Give up you son of a bitch!". The official slides down to check on the junkie, asking if he plans to yield but in response the junkie spits in his direction which is clearly interpreted as a no. The fans cheer as the junkie shouts in pain and tries to use his upper body strength to break the hold but its no use as Tyco has him locked in firmly.

Johnny: The junkie is at a loss here, even if he breaks the hold, Tyco has been targeting the shoulders and with an injury of sorts to them, the junkie has lost his main offense in this match up.

Donny: As true as that might be, a man has two arms, Tyco has only been targeting the left, the weaker arm of the enforcer. Not to mention the enforcer has that lethal kick which he can deliver from almost anywhere, off any leg. Razer might lose the ability to lift, but if he can ground Tyco by other means, the match is FAR from over

Razer hangs his head and shakes it. His hair covers his reddened face and the expression of pain and discomfort. The fans continue to chant for Tyco to apply more pressure but in the moment of re-adjustment of the hold, the junkie begins to resist more. The Junkie plants his feet firmly into the canvas whilst still in the sitting position and begins to try and lift himself up to a vertical base. If he can move his back off the knee of Tyco or at least cause Tyco to lose his composure in the stance then he might be able to free his arms and get back into the contest. The Junkie slowly begins to push down against the mat, attempting to throw Tyco off and break his concentration, at the same time he tries to lean forward to free his arms. Tyco struggles to keep on top and as soon as he moves his knee to re-adjust his stance, the junkie begins to pull himself forward. In a sudden move, the junkie jerks forwards and begins to move his right arm, dragging Tyco even more off balance. As Tyco tries to pull the junkie back, Razer twists his body to the left, dragging Tyco off balance and at the same time allowing him to roll onto his knees. Even though he is still vulnerable to attack, the enforcer has managed to break the submission and relieve some pressure on himself, however, know kneeling down in front of Tyco who stands holding his arms still presents a problem. Tyco uses his position to his advantage and delivers a kick to the chest of the junkie whilst still holding his arms, preventing him from attacking. The junkie's body shakes from the impact but instead of caving in, the enforcer begins to push himself up onto one knee much to the despair of the fans. As the chants for Tyco grow louder, the resistance of the junkie grows with them. The junkie reaches round with his hands and clasps hold of Tyco's wrists. The IC champion freezes for a second, struck with awe at how the enforcer has managed to endure so much and in that brief lapse of concentration, the Junkie bends his elbows suddenly, jerking tyco off balance. As Tyco stumbles closer, the junkie pushes up from one knee, at the same time, driving his skull into the abdomen of Tyco with a Rising Headbutt. The headbutt knocks the wind out of tyco and forces the champion to release the junkie's arms. The crowd boo's loudly as Tyco staggers backwards into the ropes and holds his stomach as the junkie drops down onto the canvas once again, clutching at his left shoulder.

Johnny: An impressive comeback from Razer but you have to wonder how much strain has been put on the junkie for the time he was in that hold

Donny: I do admit, it doesn't look that good for Razer right about now, but he'll capitalize on this, Tyco's momentum just got shattered and his morale will have taken a severe hit there, just watch

Razer slowly pulls himself up onto one knee as Tyco holds the top rope and his stomach, cursing himself for losing his concentration. He lets go though when he spots Razer bringing himself up to his feet. Tyco charges the junkie who ducks under the clothesline effort. Tyco pivots on the spot, he quickly charges at the junkie who again ducks under the second clothesline, this time, re-adjusting his stance. As tyco's body clears the junkies, Razer throws his back leg out aiming for the head of Tyco. Tyco looks over his shoulder and quickly steps back out the way, foiling the Razer kick. The fans cheer loudly as another of the junkie's trademark moves let him down and left him wide open. Before he can even react, Tyco grabs hold of the junkie's head and jumps forwards, driving him down face first into the canvas with a face crusher. The fans cheer as tyco rolls the junkie over and hooks the leg
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KICKOUT!!!

Tyco rises to his feet and gets right into the referee's face. As he complains about the ref's "fast" count, Razer sneaks up behind him and rolls him up. The referee makes the count.

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DING DING DING!

Announcer: Winner of this bout, RAZER!

Ministry's "Just One Fix" hits as Razer slides out of the ring knowing he has just stolen one from Tyco. Tom once against gets back to his feet, clearly furious at what has just happened. PWA cuts to a commercial.
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