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| A. Pelizzolli/Black Dragon © vs. Vegeta/Triple 6; Tag Team Title Match | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 28 2007, 01:10 AM (420 Views) | |
| Tom Tyco | May 28 2007, 01:10 AM Post #1 |
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PWA Tag Team Championship Match Tag Team Rules ---------------------- Triple 6 ---------------------- The lights in the arena slowly dim to a black and an all too familiar guitar riff resonates from the speakers. The crowd members lead their seats, preparing to herald this latest entrant just as the iconic battle-cry fills the arena. THE TIME HAS COME, IT IS QUITE CLEAR! OUR ANTICHRIST IS ALMOST HERE! With those words spoken, the arena explodes into a fusion of Marilyn Manson’s Antichrist Superstar and the rabid cheers of the PWA fans. The black drapes of the entryway rustle a little before being thrown back all together. From behind them steps The Antichrist Superstar himself, Triple 6. His appearance is greeted with an elevation in cheers, to which he can’t help but smirk at. He begins his descent down the ramp, clad in his traditional attire: a black leather jacket, a vintage Forsworn t-shirt, and a pair of weathered blue jeans. The Heartstopper climbs the ring steps, entering the ring for the first time in quite awhile. He resists the urge to play to the crowd, instead retreating to a turnbuckle on the side of the ring farthest from the ramp, reclining against it as the referee goes through his pre-match ritual. Meanwhile, the ring announcer formally introduces him to the crowd, as if an introduction is needed. Announcer: Weighing in at two-hundred and eighty pounds, hailing from Chicago, Illinois… Trrrrrrrrrriple SIX! The Father of the Forsworn steps out from his sanctuary for a brief moment to acknowledge the crowd’s cheers, but he just as soon returns to it. It’s clear he’s more than ready to just get the match underway. ---------------------- Vegeta ---------------------- With the entire card almost in the books, we find ourselves down to the very last match of the evening. As the fans sit and await the arrival of The Icon, they wait no longer as In the End by Linkin Park hits the PA system! It starts with one thing, I don't know why? It doesn't even matter how hard you try. Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme to explain in due time, All I know, Time is a valuable thing. Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings, Watch it count down to the end of the day The clock ticks life away, It's so unreal. Didn't look out below, Watch the time go right out the window, Trying to hold on, but didn't even know, Wasted it all just to watch you gooo... Announcer: Weighing in at two hundred and forty-six pounds, standing at six feet three inches tall, he resides in New Jersey. He is The Icon, The Showstopper, he is...VEGETA!!! Emerging from behind the curtain, Vegeta stands tall as the sold out crowd shows him their support, cheering and clapping for him as loud as they can. With his normal ring attire, the lime green shirt with "The Icon" enscipted upon it with the black spandex shorts and the black and lime boots, The Showstopper struts his stuff as he walks down the ramp, enjoying each and every moment for what it's worth. I kept everything inside and even though I tried, It all fell apart. What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when, I tried so hard, And got so far. But in the end, It doesn't even matter. I had to fall, To lose it all. But in the end, It doesn't even matterrrr. Slapping hands with the fans as they reach over the ring barrier, Vegeta continues along the steel ramp until he reaches the bottom of it. Walking up to the ring, the veteran shows his athletism as he leaps onto the apron with one giant jump. Dancing along the apron, Vegeta entertains the crowd before entering the ring. Diving underneath the top and middle ropes, the Hall of Famer enters the squared circle onto to spin around with his arms held in the air. He works his way to the center of the ring and he finally stands still. One thing, I don't know why, It doesn’t even matter how hard you try. Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme, to explain in due time. I tried so hard, In spite of the way you were mocking me. Acting like I was part of your property. Remembering all the times you fought with me. I'm surprised it got so far. Things aren't the way they were before. You wouldn't even recognize me anymore. Not that you knew me back then, But it all comes back to me. In the endddddd... Lunging to his right side, Vegeta lifts his fists up to around his eye level as lime fireworks shoot off behind him as he flexes for the crowd in the middle of the ring. The fireworks come to an end and Vegeta stands tall. His music slowly fades out as the referee walks over to him, patting him down to make sure he doesn't have any illegal objects. After finding him clean, the referee backs away, allowing Vegeta to climb the to the middle turnbuckle to raise his hands high above his head. The crowd eats this up, continuing to cheer for him. Putting the entertaining part in his backpocket, Vegeta puts on his gameface as he mentally prepares himself for this bout. ---------------------- Black Dragon ---------------------- Black Dragon enters. ---------------------- Anthony Pelizzoli ---------------------- "Woke Up This Morning" by Alabama 3 begins playing as the crowd isn't sure what to make of this. Anthony "The Don" Pelizzoli walks out wearing an Armani suit. Walks slowly with an aura of arogance, looking at the crowd in disgust. Gives the crowd a chinslide (Italian version of the middle finger) as he walks up the ring steps. Takes off his suit and taunts the crowd asking if he should throw his suit into it, changes his mind and spits on it throwing it on the ground rather than giving it away. |
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| Razer | May 28 2007, 01:50 PM Post #2 |
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As all the men still stand in the ring and are having the rules explained to them by the official, Just One Fix rips through the PA system and Razer walks out and down the ramp. He smirks at Triple six and Vegeta once again as he walks around the ring and sits down next to donny and johnny Donny: Welcome again Razer, its been a whilse since you last joined us Razer: Been a while since the decrepid one last had a match worth watching front row hasn't it? ooc: guest commentator at your service |
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| Vegeta | Jun 1 2007, 05:51 PM Post #3 |
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DING DING DING! The ringing of the bell causes Vegeta and Triple 6 to snap back into reality, taking their eyes off Razer and locking them on their opponents. With all sorts of physical problems, it's quickly decided that Vegeta will exit the ring, making Triple 6 the one to start this title match. On the other side of the ring, Anthony Pelizzoli leaves the ring as well, not wanting to go toe to toe with his stablemate so abruptly. The referee signals for Triple 6 and Black Dragon to begin the match, and as one can recall, these two just had a match last Monday night on Insanity. The Untouchables member managed to keep his undefeated streak alive by beating BD, but tonight is a new night and Black Dragon has wiped his slate clean- a fresh start so to speak. This may not be a one on one rematch, but regardless of the fact, deep down Black Dragon not only wants to get revenge but also plans to retain his half of the belts. As two combatants draw towards one another, they slightly lean back, only to dive towards one another engaging in a fierce collar and elbow tie-up. This test of strength draws in a loud reaction from the crowd, as most of the support and cheers are directed towards Triple 6, although a decent amount of Black Dragon fans are also amongst us. A lockup such as this is such a deciding factor in any type of match because anyone who steps into a ring knows that gaining an early advantage is the single most best way to come out on top. Nonetheless, the early advantage goes to the slick Tag Champion as he manages to break free of the lockup and shove his hip into the former World Champion’s abdomen region. The blow causes Triple 6 to reel over in pain, holding his chest as he gasps for breath. Winding back as far as his right appendage will allow him, Black Dragon unleashes a ferrous European uppercut that connects directly Triple 6’s jaw, knocking him back on his feet. Johnny: Come on Trips, get him! Donny: The start of this match is foreshadowing the end of it. We all know Pelizzoli and Black Dragon will pull off the upset and retain. Razer: When will these old has-beens realize that the younger blood deserves some spotlight? I hope you’re right Donny, I really do. Slightly recoiling off the ropes from the backwards momentum, Triple 6 once again walks into a stiff right hook, this time knocking him down to his back! *OOC* Not much, but I wanted to get something up. >_> |
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| Triple 6 | Jun 1 2007, 07:50 PM Post #4 |
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Black Dragon seems more of a boxer than a wrestler thus far in the match; more Ali than Thesz. It won’t matter, though; a punch can be just as potent as a submission hold, if not more so. Triple 6 and his throbbing skull can attest to that. Black Dragon certainly isn’t going to question his strategy at this point; everything thus far has played right into his favor. Granted the match has only been going on for like, thirty seconds, but even still, it’s a game of momentum. Right now, all the momentum in the match belongs to the Tag Champs. It’s definitely a start. Triple 6 attempts to roll back up to a vertical base but Dragon cuts him off short. The behemoth clenches his two fists together overhead and drives them downwards in the form of a Double Axe Handle. The blow catches The Iconoclast on his lower back, effectively erasing the recuperative strides he so recently made. Normally, such a blow wouldn’t be expected to keep such a legendary grappler grounded for long. Normally, however, the blow is not administered by a living giant. Black Dragon’s might is incredibly overwhelming. Triple 6 imagines that his spine could not have felt anymore devastated if he drove his car full speed into an oak tree. He twists and contorts his body on the canvas, his face a slideshow of anguished expressions as the agony inundates him. Black Dragon proves himself pitiless by continuing to batter this wounded animal, this time peppering it with an assortment of Stomps. The stomps have no pattern or rhythm. They’re not meant to be pretty; their aesthetic is insignificant. Their sole purpose is to be as positively brutalizing as possible, and that’s a purpose they serve well. The ravaging blows rain down upon Triple 6 like a barrage from an artillery battery and, in this situation, they’re just as lethal. Concussive boots lay waste to his sternum, rib cage, and spine. He manages to raise his arms to shield himself from the few blows Dragon aims at his head. Black Dragon begins to smirk; this offensive bombardment acts as therapy to his wounded ego. After a disappointing defeat last week, Black Dragon is ravenous for retribution. Right now, his exterior makes him appear as a child stomping an ant. Internally, the situation is so much more complex. A child who extinguishes insects beneath his foot has no reason to harm its victims. Black Dragon, on the other hand, has a deep-running reservoir of animosity for The Heartstopper. It’s personal. Razer: Well, look at that! Triple 6 is still having his ass handed to him, and we’re nearing the two-minute mark. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m no fan of Black Dragon, but ya know, lesser of two evils and all… Maybe this’ll expose Triple 6 as the hack he really is. Johnny: Uh, didn’t this “hack” beat you a few weeks ago, in your return match? Razer: Yeah, he beat up a stoner who hadn’t stepped foot in a ring for God knows how long. That’s quite an accomplishment, yeah? Fuck off, Johnny, I ain’t perfect. Bet he couldn’t beat me now. From the apron, Vegeta yells words of encouragement towards his partner. Unfortunately, his partner is too busy having his skeletal system deconstructed to pay him much heed. After gorging himself on his enemy’s misery, Black Dragon brings his animalistic show to a close. Of course, he’s not ruling out an encore. He captures Triple 6’s wrist and uses it to tow the Illinois native to his feet. Even standing, The Corpsemaker poses no threat to Black Dragon in his current state. His thoughts are all muddled, his vision is blurry, and he’s pretty sure he has a concussion. David’s in no state to go toe-to-toe with Goliath. Surprisingly, however, it appears as if Goliath isn’t going to attack, either. The breathing colossus retreats to his corner. Pelizzoli is more than a little surprised; Black Dragon could have blown the match wide open by electing to stay in. For whatever reason, though, he lightly slaps Pelizzoli on the shoulder. The referee acknowledges the tag and Anthony officially becomes the legal man. The crowd members lean forward in their seats now. While they were interested in the match to begin with, now things are really about to get exciting. Just how will Pelizzoli react to squaring off with his teammates for the first time? Pelizzoli himself is pondering that question. As he saunters towards his dazed ally (or, in this case, enemy), Pelizzoli appears visibly nervous. Eventually, he’s within two feet of the ailing Triple 6, yet he still doesn’t make a move. His emotions are conflicted. He cocks an arm back, poised for a punch, but he simply can’t pull the trigger. The whole arena waits for a blow that never comes. The Don’s arm wobbles with anxiety. He just can’t seem to bring himself to arms against his ally. Unfortunately for him, Triple 6 does not have the same problem. The Antichrist Superstar regains enough of his bearings to be able to interpret the scene before him. He’d have to be mentally retarded not to. Unlike Anthony, he doesn’t hesitate; it’s not the first time he’s had to compete against people he’s considered friends. He knows how the sport works. He uses his own hands to trap Anthony’s and powers his peer to the canvas with an Armbar Takedown. The submission is only transitory; almost as soon as the two hit the mat, Triple 6 clamps down on the appendage with his legs. The almost-hometown-crowd ignites in cheers as The Father of the Forsworn’s hands slither across Pelizzoli’s face. Triple 6’s lethal digits lock together beneath his friend’s chin and he soon rears back. The Crippler Crossface has been engaged. The former World Champion refuses to restrain himself, too; he’s completely devoid of any emotional attachment to Pelizzoli. You can’t be attached in the wrestling ring. That’s a lesson Anthony has, unfortunately, had to learn the hard way. The only question is, just how much will his inexperience cost him? OOC: Good luck, guys. EDIT: Sig removal. |
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| Anthony Pelizzoli | Jun 2 2007, 05:04 PM Post #5 |
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The Don struggled now, yelling as his close friend continued to apply pressure to the hold. The punishment was fierce, so fierce one would have thought that the two were enemies rather than friends. This territory was not new to The Don, however. Only a few weeks ago the Crippler Crossface was applied to Anthony by Kalevala, forcing The Don to submit. Now, the situation seemed also like dejavou. Same position, same scream and same crowd reaction. The Don continued to yell as Triple 6 torqued more and more, attempting to win the tag titles yet another time from a submission. Usually, in most cases, it is the champions who are the favorite. However, in this situation it was certainly the challengers. Not only were Black Dragon and The Don a rather unlikely duo but they also lacked tag expertise, Triple 6 alone had more tag experiances then the champions combined. The Don now began to raise his hand, seemingly about to tap and end his misery. Viens now began to poke from The Dons head as his complexion turned red. Sweat began to drip from his pores as his eyes drew more and more shut. If he did not tap, he would certainly faint from the pain. Just as The Don was about to lower his hand Black Dragon came out of no where, kicking the back of Triple 6's head with impact. As the hold was released The Don insantly became motionless, lying flat on the mat. Black Dragon now continued to lay kicks to Triple 6 until the attack was ended by Vegeta who ran in and threw Black Dragon abruptly over the ropes. The Don now crawled his way to a corner, lying flat against the bottom turnbuckle. After Vegeta had assited Triple 6 the two men now made their way over to him commencing in a very intense double team, kicking and punching at their defencless stablemates face. Razer: See thats Vegeta for you, he is only your friend when he needs something from you. Look at that two faced son of a bitch. Look at him beat on his own protege. Johnny: This is a wrestling match dammit! Of course he has to get aggressive with Anthony, he told him that two his face. The two agreed no matter what the outcome they would come back as better people and closer friends. Donny: Oh come on Johnny, he has your mind manipulated just like everyone elses in this ugly city. Vegeta is nothing but a two face and so is that poor excuse for a man Triple 6. Razer: Thank you Donny, I think your stupid ass brother needs a reality check! Donny: Your telling me... The Don now attemped to sit out but was again flattend by the double team. A kick from Vegeta now landed square in the face of The Don, hitting him straight in the nose. Water now began to leak from his eyes as his vision was blurred, his nose seemingly inflated as blood leaked from the apendage. The crowd, none the less, got behind their two heroes as the assault continued. Finally the referee got some control, however, as he forced Vegeta to leave the ring. Triple 6 now began to pick up The Don, laying him against the turnbuckles. Triple 6 now looked at his bloody nosed stablemate with no remorse in his eyes. With one fatal swoop Triple 6 attempted to nail a punch again on his opponent but The Don ducked. The Don then hooked his arms around Triple 6 neck and lifted him in suplex position. As Triple 6 was in the air The Don allowed him to fall, getting momentum over him and increasing impact into the floor with the Soldato Slam. Triple 6 now lay motionless as The Don ran to Vegeta, knocking him off the mat with a Big Boot. Almost sprinting now The Don ran back to Triple 6, falling on him for the cover. 1!... 2!... ??? **OOC- sorry for posting so late, looks like Black Dragon wont show but good luck** |
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PWA Accomplishments PWA Commonwealth Champion (1) PWA Tag Team Champion (1) (w/ Black Dragon) PWA Hardcore Champion (1) Untouchables Member Top 6 in Wrestlefest Rumble 2007 | |
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| Triple 6 | Jun 2 2007, 07:00 PM Post #6 |
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Kickout! Frustration and sweat line Anthony’s face. He’s befuddled. Just what is it going to take to put his friend away? Normally, he’d be proud of an ally for such a display for resilience. Now, however, he only finds it agitating. He stumbles up to his feet, blueprints for victory being drawn in his head. None of them seem very practical, unfortunately. It looks like he’ll just have to improvise. The Don pulls The Iconoclast to his feet, immediately propelling him towards the ring ropes with an Irish Whip. Unfortunately, it doesn’t go as planned. Rather than being ejected into the edge of the ring, The Heartstopper hangs on tight to Anthony. He uses the momentum created by the fiery Italian to his own advantage, using it to send Anthony into the ropes. The Whip Reversal sends the Tag Champ sprinting towards the fabled nylons at a breakneck pace. His mass is thrown against them, stretching them to their limits before they rebound him back into the graces of his aggressor. Triple 6 erupts, tossing Pelizzoli into the air effortlessly, as if he were more of a mannequin than a man. Pelizzoli somersaults mid-air before crashing into the canvas spine-first. The Back Body Drop marks a turning point in this match; The Antichrist Superstar has recaptured the momentum. Black Dragon sees this from outside and decides not to take a passive approach; he enters the ring with the intentions of taking things into his own hands. However, Triple 6 sees him coming, and the legendary grappler isn’t about ready to give up the edge he worked to earn. He launches into a mad dash; an apparent suicide run when one considers the enormous size of the man he’s running towards. As luck would have it, though, it’s not suicide. Triple 6 knows exactly what he’s doing. He lowers his upper body, driving the edge of his right shoulder into Dragon’s ribs. The Shoulder Block knocks Dragon backwards into the ring ropes. The behemoth bounces right off of them and comes stumbling back towards the Chicagoan, who greets him with a warm-hearted Toe Kick. The crowd cheers like children at a fireworks show as Triple 6 bends Dragon forward, hoists his massive girth into the air, and impales him with the Venym. It’s effort wasted, unfortunately, as Black Dragon isn’t the legal man; Anthony is. Speaking of which, Anthony’s recovered from the Back Body Drop, and he’s rushing towards the scene of the carnage. He reaches his ally and his downed tag partner just as The Corpsemaker returns to his feet. Before Pelizzoli has a chance to strike, he envelopes The Don’s chest with his arm and leg sweeps him into an out-of-nowhere Downward Spiral. The crowd erupts; their fellow Illinois native is on fire! He rises to his feet and pumps his arm before Peoria; he’s feeling the belts at his fingertips now. It comes as a surprise when the one man wrecking crew doesn’t go for the pin. He doesn’t go for anything, in fact, except for the tag. He walks back to his corner and slaps hands with a recuperated Vegeta. Wasting no time, The Icon hops on top of his turnbuckle and hastily launches himself into the air. He pumps his arms and legs together quickly before his torso collides with Anthony’s for a Frog Splash that is parlayed into a pin. The referee makes the count. 1… 2… 3! The Carver Arena explodes. The ring bell chimes, but it can’t be heard over the deafening roar that engulfs the ring. Triple 6 helps his partner up to his feet, where the two raise each other’s arms in victory. The referee hands the two victors their hard-earned belts as the ring announcer’s voice invades the PA system. Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners, and NEW Tag Team Champions of the World… Vegeta and Trrrrrriple SIX! Triple 6 hoists his belt over his left shoulder. It’s been far too long since he held this belt last; almost 16 months. That’s 16 months in which he hasn’t held any wrestling titles. What better place to end the drought than in his home state? The two men bask in their moment as a slightly less happy man gets to his feet: Pelizzoli. The Don looks dejected, refusing to meet the eyes of his two allies. He attempts to leave the ring but Triple 6 blocks his path. The Heartstopper extends an arm to his comrade and, after some brief hesitation, the now former Tag Champion accepts. Vegeta comes up behind him and pats him on the back before the three leave the ring together and head to the locker rooms, thunderous applause at their backs. OOC: If either of you ever wants a rematch, whether together or with different partners, just PM me and we’ll work something out. Sorry you couldn’t RP, BD. |
![]() ::Accomplishments:: Voted Best Roleplayer Ever PWA Hall of Famer (Inducted September 2007) PWA World Champion (x4) Voted Best World Champion Ever Only Person To Win The World Title With Two Different Characters PWA Tag Team Champion (x7, w/Sambo (3), Deception, Tony Xtreme, Razer, Organon, Jebediah, and Vegeta respectively.) Voted Best Tag Team Competitor Ever Voted Tag Team of the Year 2002 (with Sambo as Death Metal) Runner-Up For Best Tag Team Ever With Both Forsworn and Death Metal 4-1 in Wrestlefest Rumbles First Winner of Three Hours of Power (2002) Only Person to Headline Four PojoCades Only Person To Win Four Matches On One Show Voted Best Stable Ever With Forsworn RPer of the Year 2004 (joint w/ Deception) Match of the Year 2004 (Razer/Steele vs. Deception/Triple 6) PPV Match of the Year 2004 (Team Extreme vs. The Forsworn) World Champion of the Year 2004 Tag Team Champions of the Year 2004 (w/ Deception) Match of the Year 2005 (Triple 6 vs. Jeff Holsten: 2/3 Falls) PPV Match of the Year 2005 (Triple 6 vs. Jeff Holsten: 2/3 Falls) Feud of the Year 2005 (Forsworn Schism) Most Memorable Moment of 2005 (Forsworn Ending At ED) Tag Team Champions of the Year 2005 (w/ Organon, tie with MoP) RPer of the Year 2007 Return of the Year 2007 World Champion of the Year 2007 Tag Team Champion of the Year 2007 (with Vegeta) Undefeated When Challenging For Tag Titles (7-0) Held World Title A Combined Time of 543 Days Held Tag Titles A Combined Time of 659 Days Author of Longest Existing Roleplay (10K Words -- SHIFTY NO MORE!) Author of Second Longest Existing Roleplay (6.5K Words) ![]() Received Twice As Many Votes As Hajjhowe For Best Promoer Ever (Runner-up, tied with Jeff Holsten) Has Made Kalevala Tap Three Times (Twice In One Month) 11-0 Winning Streak to Begin Return in 2007 Has Heard Mysterio's Girly Voice Winner of PWA Mafia ![]() ::Hall of Fame Matches:: Steele vs. Vegeta vs. Triple 6 from PojoCade I (Main Event) Triple 6 vs. Hajjhowe from Pandemonium 2003 (Main Event) | |
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