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Smalls/Dragon/Showtime vs. P.Y/Kalevala/Rieger
Topic Started: May 28 2007, 01:20 AM (224 Views)
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Piccie Smalls
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Piccie is the first to reach the ring after his theme music has run.

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Tommy Dragon
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The silence of the arena is broken by a distorted, industrial beat while UNKLE begins to fill the sound system. The grim song echoes it's opening lines as the Stunning Submissionist prepares to enter.

God knows you're lonely souls…
God knows you're lonely souls…
God knows you're lonely souls…


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

I believe - there's a time - and a place,
To let your mind drift and get out of this place.
I believe - there's a day - and a place,
That we will go to and I know you wanna share.

God knows you're lonely souls.
God knows you're lonely souls.
God knows you're lonely souls.


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

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

I'm gonna die in a place that don't know my name,
I'm gonna die in a space that don't hold my fame.
But I'm gonna die in a place that don't know my name,
And I'm gonna cry in a space that don't hold my fame.

God knows you're lonely souls.
God knows you're lonely souls.
God knows you're lonely souls.


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


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Showtime
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Without warning, the lights in the arena dim. With the cue of the exciting introduction music of Showtime, the fans erupt in rapture at the arrival of the superstar. Not a seat in the arena is filled, as the entirety of the arena stands in honor of the Bionic Bostonian. Showtime steps onto the stage, the lime green lights illuminate his toned physique as he begins to march through the domain set. His eyes are filled with competitive spirit, and the roughian will stop at nothing to defeat his opponent tonight. His feet march to the beat of the music as he progresses toward the ring, his eyes focused at the ring.

Ring announcer: And his opponent, weighing in at 275 lbs., SHOWTIME!!!

The fans erupt at the mention of his name, almost enough to overpower the sounds of the music of "Beware" by The Deftones blasting through the soundsystem. Fortunately for the viewers at home, the music is still distinguishable through the piles of rejective screams.

You should know (by now) really
That this could end, really
You should know I could never make it work
Wake up
Let's pretend, really
Really
Babe

Do you like the way the water tastes
Like gunfire
And you knew but you could never say
Then come forth 'cause it's coming round
Round the water

Beware the water


Showtime is not nearly as charismatic as he once was, looking more evil and grim than anyone could have ever imagined him. He looks into the crowd, a blank expression on his face. Showtime steps onto the stairs which lead to the squared circle, the arena that will decide both his fate, and his opponent's fate. He steps through the ropes, quickly catching his balance on both feet and walking over to the corner turnbuckle where he calls wildly to the fans, raising his arms victoriously into the air, waving slightly from the momentum of the swing. The fans are just as wild in their jeers at Showtime, screaming rigorously as they bellow their loudest boos in a vain attempt for the legendary competitor to hear them. He steps down from the corner turnbuckle, and walks toward the opposite turnbuckle, where he repeats this process.

You should know
Babe
At least pretend you did know why
It's not like you watch so go on take a drink
Really
Babe

Do you like the way the water tastes
Like gunfire
You knew but it was never safe
Take one more 'cause it's coming round
Round the water

Beware the water
Beware the water


He stands now towards the center, awaiting his opponent's readiness.

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P.Y
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The crowd falls into a hushed silence - that is, right up until the moment Steve Vai’s “Bad Horsie” commences, with dominating authority. The sole sound of a low tuned, down tempo riff has never hit anybody with as much rage, as much hatred as this before, but each night it rings out loudly through the PA system, it proves to be a song associated with nothing but pure evil. Momentarily, there is a pause. Momentarily, the lights cut out. It is only when the sound of a horse’s neigh, reigniting the song’s riff that a sole spotlight drops down upon the top of the ramp, now revealing a sole figure, paired with a menacing stare that glares into the darkened abyss before him. Welcome P.Y, the PWA World Champion. He stands there, deadly still, arms falling by his gold strapped waist as the crowd start to become more and more impatient, the volume of their boos increasing by the second.

RING ANNOUNCER: Making his way to the ring – From the United Kingdom, he weighs in at 315lbs, standing at 6 feet 11 and a half inches tall. He is the English Monster, the British Behemoth and the PWA World Champion – P.Y!

Never before has a Ring Announcer been met with such a loathsome response. In darkness, he quickly flees the ring before the Englishman arrives, slowly being guided to the ring under the bright spotlight from above. Where fans once craved to extend their arm over the barrier and throw their hands at him, now it’s a completely different story. Everybody stays back. They’d rather keep well away from this man, at all possible costs. Instead they decide to observes whilst exhaling all of the air from their lungs in a collective boo, throwing all their hatred at the man now at ringside. The English Monster grabs a firm hold of the tope rope, able to hoist himself up onto the canvas by his sheer size and further enter the battlefield by stepping over the three tightly strung cables. Slowly but surely, he steps into the centre of the ring, gradually removing the World Title from around his waist and grasping the strap at both ends. When he hoists the gold up high, the crowd’s volume again shoots up. They hate him, they truly do. The lights eventually fade in, as the British Behemoth reluctantly hands his title to the somewhat scared looking official, resorting to a few moments of warming up his limbs in the seconds he has to spare.


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Kalevala
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Suddenly, the lights in the arena cut out and the fans were completely shrouded in Darkness. The crowd booed, as they anticipated the arrival of Kalevala. For a few seconds there is nothing, until the haunting harmonica of "The Wizard" by Black Sabbath starts up. The stage lights up immediately. The harmonica stops. The stage is once again shrouded in darkness. The harmonica starts again and again the stage lights up. Then back to silence and black. This happens a third time. On the fourth harmonica interlude, when the stage is lit, we see a cloaked figure on the stage, standing motionless. The stage cuts back to darkness for a split second as The Wizard finally kicks off.

The stage and ramp light up flashing with the music, as the arena remains dark. Kalevala makes his way down to the ring still shrouded in his cloak. He walks down to the ring relatively calmly.

Announcer: First making his way down to the ring, hailing from the outskirts of Kennin, weighing in at 238lbs, Ka-le...VA-LA!

The crowd booed his announcement. He is very deliberate in his movements. He looks from side to side as he walks down the ramp, his face still hidden. He gets close to the ring, speeds up and slides into it under the bottom rope. As he slowly gets to his feet, there is a guitar/drum interlude (:43). The song picks up again as the ring is lit up with flashing lights. Kalevala takes off his hood to reveal himself. Kalevala then removes his cloak. He climbs the turnbuckle and holds his arms out at his sides, absorbing the crowd's reaction.

Kalevala jumps off the turnbuckle and back into the center of the ring. He had completely removed the cloak he was wearing. He shook his shoulder length wet brown hair out of his eyes as he turned back towards the center of the ring. He was wearing ruby red tights with white stripes down the side, leading to white wrestling boots with black toes and heels. He had black elbow pads and wrist tape on. He was also wearing an old school wrestling top, ala Bret Hart or Kurt Angle, with shoulder straps. He then tightened the tape around his wrists.

Waiting.

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Kyle Rieger
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*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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The two teams are huddled up in their corners, discussing strategies, planning attacks, and all the good sorts of fun that precede a match of this magnitude. Kyle, Kal, and PY, seem almost nonchalant about all of this, getting in a few laughs with one another before the match. The members of WAR seem to be completely uncaring about the ramifications of this match. They talk briefly with Julio Guererra, stationed outside to ensure no funny business goes on in the match, unless he's the one causing it. The Freak and The Monster haven't had a very good week, and it would seem like they'd be ready to terminate anyone on sight. Instead they get in a final joke, and Kal and PY step onto the apron in their corner while Kyle waits in the ring for The Untouchables to figure everything out. Tommy, Piccie, and Showtime are all strategy, they are facing formidable foes, and want to have every base covered. It just shocks them how the clan from WAR doesn't take them more seriously, almost as if they don't care about the match. All three just shake their heads in disgust, Showtime and Piccie head to the apron, and Tommy Dragon looks like he'll be starting for The Untouchables. Both men come to the center of the ring, Kirk Fitzpatrick does his requisite checking of boots and tights, holds his right hand up in the air and shakes it a few times. The bell sounds and the match is officially underway. Kyle and Tommy circle up in the center of the ring, both mens arms ready to lock up, but neither one wanting to start up the match. Some cheers start up for both men, even though Kyle may be disliked he's still close enough to home that he gets a fairly good reaction. Where as with Tommy the fans don't know how to react after last week, but he gets his fair share of cheers as well. Kyle offers up his right hand in the air, and Tommy laces his left hand with it. Both men lock with their other hands and now its a test of strength with a Greco-Roman Knucklelock. Each man is trying to force the other down, gain any advantage, hope that their strength will carry them throughout the hold. Kyle starts to push Tommy down, Tommy cinches up and The Freak is heading to a knee, Kyle powers upward and Tommy is heading down again. Neither man is showing any advantage thus far, it may end up being a test of endurance rather than pure strength. Kyle forces Tommy down to both knees, pulls his right leg back, bends it, and sends a Knee Strike right into Tommy's face. The Dragon is not too happy with that, and the rage starts to build up inside. He pushes up, getting up to one foot, and tries to overpower Freak. He manages his way back up to both feet, and begins to power back so he's standing once again. Kyle is working hard trying to push and force Tommy Dragon back down, but its having no effect, he's just fueling off anger right now. Kyle goes down to one knee, then down to both, Tommy has him down and helpless. Tommy lets go of the hold with his right hand, flexes his bicep, draws it back, bends down slightly to keep the hold on, and slams his bicep into Freak's chin with a European Uppercut. Freak shakes his head slightly, little bit dazed from the blow, and lets go of the hold. He quickly somersaults backwards to prevent any further strikes, gets back up to his feet, and starts to strut around the ring. Tommy doesn't take kindly to that at all, although the fans seem to enjoy it, and he stands patiently in the center of the ring, grinding his teeth. Kyle goes back to the center, he can see the look of disgust on Tommy's face, but all he can do in response is shrug his shoulders. Tommy just shakes his head, he flexes once again, and sends his bicep straight to the chin once more, hitting another thundering European Uppercut. Kyle's head gets rattled yet again, he shakes out the cobwebs, and stares Tommy right in the eyes. Kyle, for whatever reason, feels like he's been disrespected, and he isn't going to take it, especially not in front of a hometown crowd. Kyle draws his right arm across his chest, and sends his forearm to slice away at Tommy, reddening his chest with a Chop. The crowd responds as always with a loud “WOOOOOOOOOO,” that can be heard from the rafters to the parking lot. Tommy rubs his chest slightly, its a little bit inflamed and in pain, but nothing too bad. Tommy flexes his arm once again, draws it back slightly, and sends his bicep right into Freak's chin again. He draws his arm back immediately after, and repeats the process, giving Freak a little more force on the chin each time. Freak's head starts to feel dizzy and wobbly, just as a byproduct of the Series of European Uppercuts. Kyle shakes his head to get all the junk out of it, and then waggles his finger at Tommy almost shaming him. Kyle draws his right arm across his chest once more, and sends it slamming across Tommy's. It chops away at him, leaving his chest even more red, but Kyle isn't stopping there. He draws his arm back again, and reddens Tommy's chest even further. He continues to do this over and over until Tommy's chest is redder than a beet, harshly being mauled with the Series of Chops. Tommy's face goes as red as his chest, he's not just mad now, he's enraged. He runs backwards, bounces off of the ropes, jumps in the air, and cocks his flexed arm back. Kyle doesn't even realize what has been going on, he expected Tommy to wobble around for a few seconds, and was even having a quick conversation with Kalevala. Tommy sends his arm up like a piston, all the momentum he had is transferred into the one shot, and Kyle is sent flying back with the Flying European Uppercut. Kyle's momentum sends him back to the ropes and he comes immediately bouncing off of them and heading back towards Tommy. Tommy begins to get up off the ground, but doesn't realize where his opponent is. Kyle is a few steps away when he draws his right arm close to his chest again, and begins to rotate. He's going for a 360, to use all the momentum for his attack. Tommy is back on his feet, but he's staring at somewhat of a blur. Kyle chops away at Tommy's chest once more, causing it to start blistering up, and turning it a more purple than red. His chest is bruised now, and he's just experienced The Discus Chop. Tommy nearly shakes it off, its not about pain for him right now, its just about kicking some ass and fighting till he cannot fight. He's been bruised up a little bit so far in the match, but its nothing that won't heal up, but now all he wants to do is cause even more pain to Kyle Rieger. Kyle meanwhile isn't angry, he isn't ready to kill someone, he's just going to play smart, he wants Tommy Dragon to make mistakes, and he'll take advantage of them. Tommy lets out a primal scream, Freak cowers back just slightly, it looks like he may be fighting more than he bargained for tonight. Tommy wraps his right arm around Freak's head, and quickly locks in the Headlock with his right. He squeezes away, trying to dizzy Freak even further, and enhance the effect of those European Uppercuts. Kyle starts to feel groggy and shake a little, but almost instantly that wears away. Tommy's made a mistake, he should've gone for something stronger than a headlock, and Freak's ready to counter. He wraps his arms quickly around Tommy's chest, bends his knees, and lifts Tommy up off the canvas. Tommy continues to keep the hold locked on tight, hoping it will cause Freak not to turn him over, but it has no effect. Freak flips Tommy in the air, and drops him straight onto his head with a Backdrop Driver. He gets up off the mat, still wobbling slightly, and walks over to his corner to tag in The English Monster.

Johnny: What action so far, a battle of strikes, and now the PWA world champion is in the ring, and he cannot be too happy after the events of last week. PY may not be a guy who follows all the rules, but he sure isn't happy when the rules are broken against him.

Donny: Well you've got that right, I mean after his loss last week, and the surprise reappearance of Showtime, well we have no idea what's going to happen. Heck PY could go ballistic and snap, he might try to kill everyone in that ring tonight. This is gonna be one helluva match.
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Before leaving the squared circle, Kyle Rieger proudly strides over to his beaten opponent with the new legal participant right behind. Insuring he would keep the pace as it was, The Freak drops down to crack the spine of his dazed prey. Once the referee enters the scene, it is only the crowned combatant left to deal with PWA‘s battered Personal Jesus. The English Monster seems rather satisfied with his cohort’s choice, wanting to avenge his loss from the previous week’s insanity. His target still feels the effects of having his skull spiked down by the behemoth’s partner; the time is perfect for him to show what can be done to those who cross his path of destruction. Tommy Dragon catches his new opponent out of the corner of his eye, knowing that he would need to reach his corner in order to avoid the oncoming torment. A desperate attempt is made, with the technician trying his best to crawl away from the fresh P.Y - who halts any progress made with a simple stomp of his large boot. The foot connects with the lower spine of his victim, causing the receiver to drop down to the canvas violently as his teammates look on in concern. Piccie Smalls tries to rile up the crowd, standing on the bottom rope as he smacks the turnbuckle post to the beat of their clapping hands. This reaction compels the submissionist to lift himself up and push forward towards his cohorts. However, no amount of cheering can protect someone from the wrath of the World Heavyweight Champion. Another stomp is delivered to irritate the spine of the American Crippler, keeping him against the ring as he decides what to do next to the struggling technical expert. He looks over to see an eager Kalevala wanting inside the match, so he happily drags the carcass of their opponent over to the corner and smacks the open hand of the ironically-titled Dragon Slayer. Tommy is held up as his fellow submission’s master slams a forearm into his unprotected back, something that would cause him to stumble if not for the strength and support of the English Monster. With the official in his ear, P.Y releases his catch just as his peer drives another forearm to the spine of the defenseless Patron Saint.

Johnny: WAR is being smart here, using quick tags while wearing down the same competitor. Classic tag team strategy used, albeit with some unorthodox - and immoral - tactics.

Donny: Immoral? Hey Johnny, a win’s a win. If something can get you the win, it can’t be that immoral, otherwise you couldn’t probably do it.

Johnny: There is absolutely no logic in anything you just said.

That last blow is enough to knock Tommy Dragon down to the canvas, instinct kicking in for the technician as he automatically pulls himself towards the ring ropes. He places his shoulder over the second vinyl-covered cable, pulling himself off the mat while the referee insures his adversary doesn’t take advantage. While the official is well-intentioned, there is an opportunity for Wrestling and Revolution to revert to illegal tactics, specifically the usage of their man on the sidelines. Julio Guerrera pounces on this chance to inflict some damage, grabbing the head of the incapacitated warrior and pulling him down so that the Patron Saint’s throat is crushed by the rope. When the referee eventually turns, all he sees is the innocent looking messiah staring at the nearly suffocated competitor. This prompts the official to investigate what happened behind his back, heading over to question the members of WAR - all of whom deny seeing anything. Julio simply grins at his team’s domination of those allied with his enemy, going so far as to taunt the nearby fans before returning to his position near the apron. Meanwhile, Kalevala returns to where he previously left off, delivering a series of knees to the back of the prone New Yorker as the spectators express their disgust. Still slung over the second rope, Tommy has his neck pressed into the cable once again as his attacker pushes his bended knee down into the already damaged backside of the technician. To further torture his foe, the shining star of his stable grabs the uppermost braid of the ring and allows his weight to add additional pressure to his onslaught. He must stop this assault, as the referee steps in to count a possible disqualification. Once the call of “four” is declared, the Commonwealth Champion backs away from his prey to enter a fresh man to the ring, tagging in the monstrous P.Y. Not missing a beat, the British Behemoth drops his leather-clad foot down on his abused opponent’s spine, furthering his partner’s offensive strategies. The Hotshot rolls away, pushing his palms down on the canvas in order to stand and possibly fight back against one of the men hunting him throughout this contest. In an attempt to prevent any retaliation, the English Monster tries to kick the abdomen of his opposite. Finally mustering enough strength, Tommy Dragon catches the thrusted limb of the champion before dropping down in a violent swirl. The resulting legwhip - often categorized as a Dragon Screw - brings the mammoth gladiator down and allows it's user to leap towards his own corner. He slaps an outreached hand to a chorus of applause, making the Notorious PIC the legal entrant for the first time in the match. He doesn’t allow his participation to go to waste, immediately delivering several fists to the head of the rising World Champion - a man whose title he is less then a month away from challenging for. Piccie Smalls’s blows aren’t enough to take down the large athlete, but they do leave a mark to be remembered by. Each shot slows down the monster’s response time, allowing the challenger to continue an upward swing of momentum for his team. Wanting to move on, the Southern drunkard sends P.Y to the ropes; the rebound grants some additional speed to the unstable Briton before he is caught by two outstretched sneakers to the jaw. The recipient of the Dropkick falls to the springed surface, trying the best to stand while his malevolent partners enter the battle on his behalf. Kalevala charges first, attempting some kind of running maneuver that goes unfinished as he is knocked off his feet by a swift elbow from the recent Three Hours of Power winner. Next it is Kyle Rieger, who falls to the hands of an enraged Showtime as both brawlers decide to engage in combat on the outside of the ring. Having been untagged throughout this contest thus far, the Boston Badass is eager to get his hands dirty for the first time in months. This is unfortunate for The Freak, who suffers from some of the stiffest punches that the former World Champion had ever delivered. Having had enough with simple fisticuffs, the newly returned battler grabs his adversary by the back of his head before slamming him into the top of the steel steps. A small chant begins for the powerhouse as he stomps the proverbial mudhole out of the self-proclaimed money man in WAR. Seeing this forces Julio Guerrera’s interference, as he makes his way towards his downed comrade in hopes of helping him in a time of need. Feeling an uncomfortable presence, Showtime turns around to come face to face with the now intimidated leader of this revolutionary gathering. El Malvado backs away, praying that he has not angered his intended target to the point of a physical confrontation and it seems his prayers are answered as The Iconic Legend begins to twist his head in the direction of the recovering Kyle Rieger. The calm that washes over Julio doesn’t last long, as he is suddenly spiked in the torso by an unforeseen Running Spear at the hands of the fan favorite. With their coach taken out - at least for now - it seems WAR is reduced to compete in the three on three match that was officially signed. Will those loyal to Vegeta be able to gain a victory or can Wrestling and Revolution regain their dominance with a much needed win?
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Two men left standing in the ring, two men who will fight at PWA Summer of Sin for the world title. Piccie Smalls, the alcoholic, the 2007 winner of Three Hours of Power, and he's fired up tonight. He stands opposing P.Y., The British Bastard, The Champ, The Legend, and he's just flat out pissed. Outside Kyle Rieger and Showtime are exchanging blows. Kyle kicking away at the legs and chest of The Iconic Legend, Showtime delivering punches and forearms to The Best Wrestler In The World Period. Kalevala and Tommy Dragon are over on the other side of the ring, both men exchanging shot after shot, they don't even seem to be paying attention to the skirmish going on in the ring. All they are concentrating on right now is taking the other man out. The ref has his hands full, and every few seconds has to look out the side of the ring, and reprehend the WAR and Untouchables members to try to get them back to their corners. P.Y. and Piccie both head to the center of the ring, and its quite literally a stare down, P.Y. looking straight down into Piccie's eyes. The Notorious one knows he won't get anywhere by just looking up at his opponent, and he backs away and bounces off the ropes. He builds momentum and charges forward, running into The Monster, barely even moving him with a Shoulder Block. P.Y. just stares at his opponent, pondering his decision to try to use power against a man of his size and stature. It can baffle the mind to think of that, but that's all he could think of to do. Kyle Rieger has just floored Showtime with a Yakuza Kick and is taking his place back on the ring apron. Showtime is just laying on the concrete, and he's hurting. Piccie backs up again, runs into the ropes, bounces off, and rams his shoulder into P.Y. again. He hits another Shoulder Block, and P.Y. hasn't moved an inch this time, it just looks like this idea of trying to match power with this powerhouse is not going to pay off at all. P.Y. is starting to get a slight twitch on what he thinks is the idiocy of Piccie by continuing to try and push the big man off his feet. He backs away again, bounces off the ropes, charges straight forward, shoulder first into The Beast. Once again there is no movement what so ever, very low impact, and third time definitely was not the charm for the Shoulder Block. Piccie is stubborn, he continues trying the same thing over and over, and its not working. That won't stop him though, he thinks this will be the one. He backs away from P.Y. yet again, bounces off of the ropes, and heads towards him with as much momentum as he can muster. He leans his shoulder forward again, but instead P.Y. wraps his huge arm around him. He places his hand on Piccie's back, hoists him up, and sends him crashing into the canvas with a thunderous Side Slam. Showtime has made it back up to his corner, Tommy and Kalevala still aren't breaking up their fight and now the referee is heading outside to try and stop the madness, and the Pieman is heading to his corner to tag in The Freak. Showtime starts pounding on the corner, enthusing everyone in the arena to clap to the rhythm, trying to rouse up Piccie Smalls, to get him back in this fight. Kyle isn't even looking at his foe in the ring, he wants the Legend, he's telling Showtime to come in the ring, he wants to continue their fight. Kyle grabs Piccie's right arm and drags him to his corner, leaving him just inches away from Showtime. Odd strategy by the Freak, wanting to take out the worn man, and bring in an opponent who is fresher. The ref has finally gotten the Kal and Dragon situation under control and slides back into the ring. Kyle continues to taunt Showtime, and he extends a hand to Piccie, getting the tag in. Both men have sick looks on their faces, and immediately as Showtime comes in both men are exchanging Forearms. Kyle plants one on Showtime, Showtime responds back in turn, these shots aren't hammering clubs, these are calculated blows to cause an impact. Shots to the chest, throat, and face, all to just work over, dizzy, confuse, and flat out hurt their opponent. Showtime gets the advantage, blocking one of Freak's shots, and responding quickly with two of his own, but that starts to light a fire under Freak's ass. Freak stops throwing forearms all together, instead he draws his right leg back, and sends his shin straight into the knee of Mr. Insanity, changing up the routine starting off a series of Kicks. Now Showtime has the problem, anytime he throws a forearm Kyle's got an instant response, and his kicks are turning out to be a lot faster than the forearm shots. Showtime needs a new idea, he's got to up the power, get back to basics. He balls his right hand into a fist, draws it back so its at the ready, and sends it straight to Freak's forehead, his knuckles digging into Kyle's flesh. Showtime can throw more brute force behind these blows, and now he's starting to turn Freak's face into hamburger with a Series of Punches. The surprising thing is, all these shots being thrown, all these blows striking, neither man has left their feet yet. Kyle is hurting in his head, his chest is slightly raw, and his throat has taken some damage, Showtime has some pain in the chest, but mostly its just stress all up and down his leg. Neither man is even effected by the blows anymore, they just want to hit one and other, they want to cause pain. Kyle's kicks are doing damage, but he doesn't want to work over the legs all day, and he needs faster shots because of the barrage of punches he's been absorbing. Kyle has to go with his old standby, he draws his right arm across his chest, and sends it slicing away on Showtime's chest. The crowd gives it up, chanting “WOOOOOOOOOO”, Showtime is starting to have more redness appear, his ribs are starting to sore up, and this is just the beginning of the Series of Knife Edge Chops. Both men are just going back and forth with their blows, Kyle stings Showtime with a chop, Showtime responds in turn with a punch in the face, Kyle goes for a punch, Showtime a chop, its very even, but nobody knows how long that will last. Then it happens, something simple and routine for such a match, but it could payout big in the end. Showtime's knuckle drags across Freak's forehead, wearing it down, roughing it up, and just now busting it open. The blood begins to drip down, and Kyle immediately stops his chops. Grave mistake, Showtime takes the opening and starts to land a few strong punches and stiff chops. Freak begins to get dazed and dizzied on his feet, and Showtime grabs his right hand, ready to set him up for the ride. He takes a step forward, and sends Freak running to the ropes with a simple Irish Whip. Showtime ducks down his head, ready to send Freak high into the air, but Freak has recovered enough to realize what's going on, and he leapfrog's over him. Freak hits the ropes and bounces off of them again, running back towards the center of the ring, and back towards Showtime. Showtime doesn't have a plan this time, he dives down to the mat, hoping to trip Kyle up, and then perhaps work over the head even more. Kyle hops over him, and uses this opportunity to set up. He goes through the second and third rope, leaning back so far that he ends up upside down, his legs holding him up on the top rope. He just waits, listening for Showtime to start getting back up to his feet. He hears it, snaps his legs down, and gets fired from the ropes as though they were a slingshot. The momentum he has is huge, and he starts to speed towards Showtime, with his right arm extended. He cocks it back, then immediately throws it forward, slamming it into Showtime's chest, collapsing his breast bone, sending him to the canvas, and leaving Freak a happy man due to the Pendulum Lariat. Kyle, with blood smeared on his face, looks over to the crowd, and lets out a primal scream, before he hooks the leg, and goes fro the pin.

Johnny: Kyle Rieger is a bloody mess, Showtime is down and possibly out, Piccie Smalls has learned he can't match power with P.Y., and Tommy Dragon and Kalevala have been having fights outside the ring throughout the match, this is all crazy.

Donny: This is a war, look at all the bad blood that we have here. P.Y. and Showtime absolutely flat out hate each other. P.Y.'s mad at Tommy for last week's win. Kyle and Showtime have a slight past. Kal and Piccie have their heat from THoP, I mean there's not a guy in here who has problems with one of his opponents tonight. This is not a match, this is not even a fight, this is just a battle.

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Despite the beating, there is still enough left inside Showtime for the warrior to roll his shoulder off the canvas. Looking over the pathetic form of the battered powerhouse brought disgust to the former Intercontinental Champion. This was not an indication of his hatred for the athlete’s ability to kick out - because he was in fact furious the contest had to continue - but was more a statement about his opponent’s resilience. His disgust came in the fact that such a powerhouse would have been taken off guard so simply, that Kyle Rieger did not have to push himself to the limit to subdue a future Hall of Famer. It was unfortunate that the newly returned competitor was such easy prey for his adversary, almost a shame in the eyes of The Freak. But it seems he may have judged too quickly, as he looks down to meet the gaze of an enraged brawler. The Iconic Legend fights through something he had missed for months; the sharp pain filling his anatomy much faster and more powerfully than the pathetic maneuver that took him down. It was the look across the smug face of WAR’s money man that injured the pride of the veteran, for he had not only risen the sense of confidence in his opponent, but the feeling of fear and intimidation he normally inflicted had washed away. This key factor that left the gladiator in control for most of his contest had been replaced by worst emotion of all, pity. There was no verbal indication, but it was obvious that Kyle pitied this poor fool who was helplessly attempting to recover from that last blow. He didn’t have the heart to drag his adversary through the match for any longer and with a “caring” touch, the sinister athlete violently kicks at the blood stained chest of a man cowering at his feet. Then, a brief pause to watch his victim’s gritted teeth hold back the screech of pain he wanted so desperately the world to hear. After watching the swaggering head of The Intimidator drop to the canvas in shame, The Freak retracts his foot and pushes downwards on the same destination he sent it before - once again having the same effect as the stubborn legend refused to expose his humanity with soothing cries of agony. There is an uproar of curses and rants from the crowd for the despicable actions that the revolutionary had done to their saving grace, someone there to protect them, and all the Pojo Wrestling Alliance, from evil men such as this one. Most of them had failed to step into reality, they do not understand that the brooding athlete cannot win simply because a majority of the spectators express sympathy towards him. The better man must be victorious and as far as Kyle Rieger was concerned, he was the dominant, better and primary man inside the squared circle. With this newfound glory already distracting him, he falls victim to our hero making the first steps in a spectacular comeback. Despite the grueling anguish Showtime was fighting through and the calls of danger erupting from the rather large mouth of his WAR teammates, the dreams of the American Nightmare come to a halt when the knuckles of his foe collide with his stomach, giving the Boston Badass enough time to creep around behind Kyle and snake his arms until the interlace at the abdominal region of their captive. Then with a vicious snap, he pulls the enslaved combatant down to the canvas from behind while still maintaining the grasp of his waist, this maneuver well known as a standard German Suplex. Though it would be more sensible for the Fallen Angel to simply bridge the move with his feet on the mat firmly, his body cannot take the pressue and the maneuver goes un-transitioned. Now both active participants are down and out, with their corners recently replenished by their comrades. Tommy Dragon, despite already suffering enough, is on the apron with an outstretched hand - nearly begging to be allowed back inside the ring. Next to him is Piccie Smalls, whose injuries seemed far more serious than they actually are; and so he is as eager to enter the contest as his cohort is. Opposite their turnbuckle stands Wrestling and Revolution, a side which houses two of the top championship belts in the company. Perhaps their top dog - and World Heavyweight Champion, leans his massive frame over the top rope and tries to touch the slowly approaching palm of his partner. This is the same reaction as Kalevala, whose reach is nowhere near as great as his peers, but is in a better position to get the tag. While it is only the self-proclaimed Best Wrestler in the World Period (I think there should be a comma in there, but I’ll just use the grammar of it’s user) whose blood has been significantly spilled, the lack of a wrestling environment has lowered the stamina and durability of his foe. No being able to take a strike as he once was, Showtime is left crawling towards the steel post in desperation, angered that he could not get the job done in such a state. Each man moves at a pace too slow to determine who would get to their friend first, but the pace has gotten the fans in a frenzy. The sold out arena is on their feet, everyone watching as two warriors try to pass the torch to one of their counterparts.

Donny: This is intense Johnny, who can get to their corner first?

Johnny: I don’t know, there seems to be an equal distance between both sides and it’s anybody’s game. The first one to get the tag could be the one whose hand is raised at the end of the match.

It is Piccie Smalls whose hand feels the embrace of his partner, making him the first new man to tag into the contest. This causes the spectators to celebrate, as for the second time in the match it is the Three Hours of Power tournament champion that has come to save his team from oblivion. The Notorious PIC is ecstatic to participate, leaping over the top rope before charging into the freshly-entered Kalevala. Both men deliver a series of fists to the other, with the drunkard surprisingly dominating this exchange. Unfortunately, no matter who would have one this confrontation, it was not one the referee could allow. P.Y was in fact the legal man now and he took advantage of his opponent’s focus to catch him with a large club to the back of the challenger’s shoulders. This causes the official to interfere, demanding that the smaller athlete exit the ring, but it is his enforcement of the rules that puts him in danger. In a desperate attempt to avoid further damage, Piccie delivers a sudden kick to the midsection of the British Behemoth; something that knocks the monster backwards until his turning anatomy crashes into the much more delicate body of the official. With him down, there is no one to prevent the onslaught of blows that befall the inebriated number one contender by the hands of two enemies. Except of course - his own friend - who promptly enters and returns to his previous battles with the Commonwealth Champion. A half dozen forearms to the jaw later, the young technician is disarmed and on the outside while his attacker remains inside the squared circle. Meanwhile, it appears that Piccie Smalls has recovered from before and is now holding off the English Monster effectively with the use of his quick strikes. After delivering enough offense, the Notorious PIC charges forward and leaps up in an attempt at some form of press. The prophesied maneuver is never completed, as the World Champion now lifts his struggling opposite off the canvas while maintaining a Double Chokehold. Just when he is about to slam the defenseless competitor to the mat, Tommy makes the save with a stern kick to the Achilles tendon of the mammoth creature. This begins to make the monstrous frame of P.Y tilt backwards, with the second kick enough to take his feet out from under him. Piccie lands seated on the chest of the champion as a dazed referee pulls himself forward to make the official count.

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Aching, and feeling the swelling of several of his joints increasing to the point of sheer agony, the Kennin Warrior was quickly recovering from a consequence of biting off a little bit more than he could chew. Being thrown for a loop by the Patron Saint, the moniker that the Warrior had bestowed upon himself (The Dragon Slayer) after decimating the Genex Dragon during the THOP tournament was coming back to, well, bite him in the ass. Having been at odds with the Patron Saint throughout most of the match, it was only the natural course of things that the Northlander would be waiting and watching for any chance to jump one step ahead of his nemesis; repaying him the favour. Having landed safely on his knees following the hammer-like fist to his jaw delivered by the American Crippler, that sent him tumbling over the top rope, Kalevala was prompt in peeling himself up off the floor; grabbing the apron and subsequently the bottom rope for support. It was quite a fortunate turn of events for the WAR members that the Clansman had done so, as it seemed that thanks to an expertly placed kick by the Technical Spectacle himself, the English Monster had bitten the dust, and was being pinned by that Drunken buffoon Piccie Smalls! In another lucky turn of events, the American Crippler had shifted his focus on the recovering Kyle Rieger, charging towards him and connecting with a stiff knee to the crouched Freak, sending him through the bottom ropes down to the outside, preventing him from attempting to break up the count. You may be wondering why exactly this was beneficial to the WAR machine, however to understand why, was to witness the Technical Trickster slide under the Untouchable radar, and quickly deliver an unorthodox knee strike of his own in an attempt to break the count! In the nick of time, the Northlander had broken the count, as with one final strike the match would have been over. The Kennin Native had been successful in preventing the same injustice from occurring to P.Y. that occurred to him at Three Hours of Power. Satisfied with his actions, but with no time to rest, the Dragon Slayer launched himself towards the Genex Dragon, catching him by surprise. Turning around after unceremoniously granting Rieger his exit from the squared circle, the American Crippler was not expecting a fired up Trickster handing out a mouthful of fist. Connecting with a brutal closed fist punch, the Savvy Submissionist, contrary to his nickname, began to brawl with the Stunning Submissionist, who was also betraying his alias. With a burning passion seldom seen, the two struggled back and forth with precision strikes, even making a chaotic brawl look orchestrated. The oozing talent of these two warriors however, quickly boiled over, and it was the Clansman who narrowly took the lead, connecting with an extra punch that connected square to the Dragon's snout. Feeling his brain shift places in his skull, with his eyes welling up with water as a natural outcome to the strike, Tommy Dragon stumbled back into the WAR corner. Quickly granting him his leave, the Kennin Warrior reached down and wrapped his mitts around Tommy's wrist, hurling him with an Irish Whip, all the way back to his home corner. To the general public this would have appeared to be a foolish move, to release a captive without first punishing him dearly, however there was a method to Kalevala's madness. As soon as he rid his presence of the American Crippler, the Clansman began to exit the ring, and ensured the referee saw him do it. At this point the Patron Saint had connected hard with the turnbuckles, but other than a small, dull pain, was ready to fire back and take down the young Canadian once and for all. Seeing the fire growing in Tommy's eyes, and then quickly glancing down at the still writhing corpses of P.Y. and Piccie Smalls, Kalevala called to the ref and pointed towards PWA's Personal Jesus, and cried foul! The audience detested the Kennin Warrior for these cries of cowardice, but the smarks in the audience knew what the end result of the almost comical lamentations would be. Quickly snapping to it, the official, who saw this as his one and final chance to restore order to a match of absolute bedlam, content with the exit of the Kennin Warrior, shifted his focus to the striving Tommy Dragon. Jumping into his path, the referee began to hold back the American Crippler with all his might. It seemed silly that the official could possibly stop the advances of a man of such stature compared to himself, but the referee did have powers to disqualify his team. For a moment this seemed to calm the Dragon down, because the victory is something the New York native would not be willing to sacrifice.

However, the state of tranquility that had washed over the Patron Saint, changed as quickly as the tides. He suddenly started to freak out, and attempt his best to get past the referee, but the ref was holding him back as best his could, warning him to cut it out of else he would disqualify his team. Tommy bartered with the referee, and begged him to just turn around and look, but the official would not. He was the rule maker, and he told the competitors what to do; not the other way around. He was explaining that to the American Crippler, and not wanting to cost their team the match, Tommy listened as best he could, seeing as how at this point he could not stop what was happening behind the official's back. What the referee had missed, was the re-entry of Kalevala into the ring. Letting out a sly grin and wink to Tommy Dragon, Kalevala had dragged the enormous Vital Asset towards their corner, and then in typical heel fashion, simply clapped his own hand together as loud as he could, to signal a tag. P.Y. was now recovered enough to remove himself from the ring, whilst Kalevala called to the Freak, pointing down at Piccie Smalls, who was slowly rising to his feet. Like two ants scrambling vigorously for crumbs at a picnic, Kalevala and Kyle were quick to set up their punishing manoeuvre, considering the ref was moments from turning around. Luckily for them however, the incensed Tommy Dragon had been buying them all the time they needed. Quickly lifted Piccie Smalls up to his feet, the Kennin Clansman connected with a stiff boot shot to his gut. Grabbing the crouched #1 contender's head, he pulled him over, closer to the WAR corner. Turning around to position Piccie Smalls' back to the WAR turnbuckles, Kalevala connected with another quick jab to the gut, before placing Pic's head in-between his legs and raising him up for a piledriver! However this was no regular piledriver, for positioning himself on the second turnbuckle, was none other than Kalevala's usual partner in crime, Kyle Rieger. The Freak grabbed a hold of the upside-down Piccie Small's feet, and jumped off of the turnbuckle, driving down on Piccie's legs just as Kalevala sat down, landing a Spike Piledriver! The extra oomph added by the weight of Kyle Rieger, seemed devastating to the #1 Contender. After connecting with the sickening move, the Kennin Warrior stood up and spit down onto Mr. Smalls in a great act of disrespect; apparently still bitter over the THOP tournament. Regardless of what the motives of the Northlander were, he was about to make the pin. Quickly exiting the ring, Kyle took his place on the apron with the now vertical English Monster. Having been harassing the official and Tommy Dragon the entire time, Julio was playing the thorn in everyone's side rather well. Finally when the Genex Dragon decided to cut his losses, and at the request of a recovering Showtime, returned to their corner. Then with the prompting of Mr. Guerrera, the referee turned around to see Kalevala make the pin on the deposed Piccie Smalls. The official did not question the legality of the pin, for he had heard the tag made earlier. Finally having secured some integrity to the match-up, he quickly dropped down into position and made the count. Although it was to be certain that the pin would not last for long, having thrown away the shackles of his composure, the fiery Tommy Dragon returned from his corner (without having even exited the ring mind you) with full force, seeing his chance to inflict some damage upon the Kennin Warrior. At the count of two, before the official could connect with a third strike, the enrage Patron Saint dropped a stiff elbow down into the Northlander's spine. Once again keeping the battle strong, the audience cheered, while the rest of Kalevala's stable-mates raised the alarm, jeering and complaining as loud as they could.
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The referee scolds Tommy Dragon briefly, but the perpetrator pays no attention to the authority. He walks calmly to his corner, but is interrupted when Kalevala taps the American Crippler on the shoulder. In a sudden and unexpected burst of rage, he lays Kalevala flat to the canvas with a solid Stiff-Armed Lariat, flooring the Kennin Warrior and bringing the crowd to life. Tommy Dragon looks down at his fallen foe, and quickly steps back through the ropes. After turning his attention back to the events transpiring in the ring, the Submission Specialist extends his hand for a tag to his exhausted partner. Though it’s been a tiresome match for nearly everyone involved, the former Intercontinental Champion looks to be especially fired up. With his face caked in sweat and his eyes half-closed in a glazed daze, his remaining energy is outwardly apparent through his methods of encouragement toward his fallen tag team partner, who is still lying on his back following a physical onslaught. Clapping his hands over his head emphatically to liven up the crowd and hopefully wake his partner, his enthusiasm inspires Showtime, who also becomes enthusiastic, albeit more impatiently than his partner. He begins slapping the turnbuckle, stomping his feet, and shouting at Piccie to, “Get the fuck up!” The combined team and crowd support acts as the necessary spark to their fallen friend, who looks about himself exhaustedly to find his place in the ring. He crawls about on his hands and knees in almost a pathetic manner, nearly falling back to the canvas, looking as though he were a wounded dog with a limp. Kalevala also nears his corner, trying dearly to escape the ring. Tommy Dragon and Showtime both continue to eagerly await the approach of their partner, his hand extended reaching toward his corner for a tag while the fans continue to show persistent support for Smalls and his struggle. Kalevala reaches his corner with a bit more ease than the former Tag Team Champion, tagging in P.Y. The giant World Champion steps over the top rope and into the ring. Just moments afterward, Piccie’s arm drops like a guillotine, his hand slapping that of The Hotshot. He barges the ring, P.Y refusing to back down as he approaches the center of the squared circle. Tommy Dragon is like a runaway freight train, slamming full force into P.Y without hesitation, delivering a stunning Haymaker to the temple of the English Monster. A series of Haymakers similar to this one ensue as Tommy Dragon is defiant of the stigma that P.Y’s size and reach will help him in a slugfest. As would be expected of the Submission Specialist, he only follows this strategy for as long as necessary to establish dominance in the match-up, and with P.Y’s back to the ropes the advantage has been clearly and safely established. Tommy throws the World Champion to the opposite ropes with an Irish Whip. P.Y’s enormous boots trample the canvas and create earthquake-like thudding sounds throughout the arena. As he bounces off the ropes, he looks back at Tommy Dragon through his hair as it wisps in front of his face. He tries to calculate the Patron Saint’s next move, but the Genex Dragon keeps his cool until the last possible moment, then ducking toward the canvas and grabbing hold of P.Y’s left leg. His arms wrap around the leg of P.Y as if it were a tree trunk, which it nearly is. P.Y’s height and momentum act against him in this Judo Leg Toss. P.Y’s body falls through the air, slamming against the canvas as his leg is contorted in different directions. The fans are going bananas as Tommy Dragon appears to be a house on fire. The master of submission holds onto the leg of the demonic character, attempting to lock in his patented Dragonlock. Hastily, P.Y squirms and crawls across the canvas to reach the rope before The Hotshot can fully lock in the excruciating submission that would probably put an end to this match. Dragon quickly relinquishes the hold, understanding that P.Y is the World Champion and can’t be bested that easily, also that he’s one of the greatest veterans in the PWA and knows his way around the ring like a hobo knows his way around the local grocery store’s liquor section. In an effort to minimize the risk of the opposing team becoming a factor, Tommy Dragon drags the frantic P.Y across the canvas, toward his team’s corner. After this strategic move, Tommy Dragon goes right back to the assault on the leg of P.Y. The strategy is simple: isolate the English Monster from his team, and isolate his leg in concentrating his attack. His eyebrows furrow as he grows tempered, ready to strike again. He lifts his right arm high into the air, his left hand securing P.Y’s leg in upright position. Dropping to the canvas, the American Crippler executes an Elbow Drop to the inside of P.Y’s knee. The Hotshot is able to keep hold of the leg despite P.Y flailing like a leaf in the wind. It is through this strategic move that Dragon is able to advance his assault and accumulate further agony for P.Y atop the astounding attack he has already accomplished. He grabs the Anti-Demigod’s ankle and tries to flip him over into a submission hold, but this proves to be a more arduous task than the Technical Spectacle had bargained for. His face winces as an expression of his great labor, and even turns beat red as his muscles begin to shake in excessive struggle against P.Y, who refuses to let Tommy flip him over into a prone state of helplessness. His arms thrash as he tries to get momentum on his side, but fails miserably as Tommy locks in a scintillating Half-Crab on the World Champion. In such a dominant position over the top dog in the business, Tommy Dragon refuses to get cocky, and he never gets lazy in his picture perfect application of the Half-Crab; the leg of P.Y is arched back, wrenched tightly to provide pressure to the thigh and knee of the victim. Regardless of the potential for permanent injury, P.Y fights against the electric pain he feels in his leg and struggles toward his corner. He drags himself across the canvas slowly, his hands digging into the canvas as he crawls at the speed of an 80-year-old Vietnam veteran who has nearly lost all use of his motor functions. As he nears the corner, the agony grows almost unbearable and he finds himself near the limit of his threshold for pain. Running his large gloved fingers through his sweaty tangled hair, he digs deep for the courage needed to continue.

*OOC:* Sorry for the late RP. Being all kinds of rusty made this one really hard to write. This RP should kind of make it sort of even >_> Good luck guys.
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With the Technical Spectacle unleashing a steaming load of his submission talent all over P.Y., the audience looked on in anticipation of the World Champion slamming his palm against the mat; admitting defeat. Although this conclusion seemed rather unlikely, given the drive, power, and determination of the World Champion WAR member. Having fought through the agony thus far, to give up now would prove to be rather anti-climactic to be certain. Only a mere foot from reaching the outstretched hands of his stable-mates Kyle and Kalevala, the English Monster grinded his teeth together as he willed himself to pull himself that extra little bit forward. However, it started to look as though the grand stallion of the revolution would succomb to a minor cronie of the Untouchables. Not willing to let this happen, the leader of the Revolution, Julio Guerrera, was about to take things into his own hands. Quickly sliding into the ring under the bottom rope, Julio reached his feet, and was able to connect with a blow to the back of Tommy Dragon's head with a steel bar he had picked up outside the ring!

Immediately the referee signalled for the bell.

Announcer: Winners of this match as a result of a disqualification, the team of PICCIE SMALLS, TOMMY DRAGON, AND SHOWTIME!!!

As the announcer spouted these words, Guerrera made quick work of Showtime and Piccie Smalls with equally stiff strikes, sending those two combatants down to the floor on the outside. Seemingly in a frenzy, Julio was clenching the rod tightly, as he usually does. Completely dumbfounded by what they were seeing before them, Kalevala and Kyle Rieger looked at each other, and then slowly entered the ring. Walking past a recovering P.Y., the Kennin Warrior and the Wrestling Machine walked towards their leader. The audience got up to their feet as it appeared a confrontation was about to occur. Having just had their hopes of winning dashed away with quick haste, the competitive duo of Rieger and Kalevala were not surprisingly displeased. Finally turning to face them, Julio simply glared back. Calling for a microphone, Kyle Rieger is tossed one from the outside, with their opponents down and out, he knew he had time to spare. Addressing no one in particular, Rieger began to speak, as P.Y. regained his vertical base, and joined the men for a little roundtable discussion.

Kyle Rieger: You know its kinda funny, I came back for one person, one guy said PWA needs Kyle Rieger, that man is Julio Guerrera, but you know what, I don't know if it was even worth coming back to.

The crowd's reaction was mixed.

Kyle Rieger: There are problems here, problems with all of us, we all have crutches, we all have grudges, we all have shit that we need to deal with. Since I've come back, I've dealt with the same bullshit that was here when I left, I deal with people holding on to their spot, I deal with no talents moving on up ahead of me, and for gods sake I'm fucking sick of it.

Handing the microphone off to Kalevala, Rieger's gaze never left that of Guerrera's.

Kalevala: The reasons for us joining your little revolution were large in number and wide in scope...and yet here we are still scrounging for the scraps from the administration's table. Sure, some of us still have our titles...but it still rests in the hands of someone else. We've been spinning our wheels for far too long. Julio, you told me we'd change the system, we'd remake the federation, that'd we change the fucking world. Now here you are, costing us a match we could have so easily won. Is that really how we're going to get things done?

Not letting either P.Y. or Julio get a word in edgewise, Kalevala gave the mic back to Rieger.

Kyle Rieger: Now Julio, I gotta ask you one question...are you ready to man the fuck up, or are you just like the rest of those supposed "wrestlers" in the back?We're still proud members of WAR, but you need to take a look at yourself, and remember why you started this group.

The audience paused as Rieger slowly handed the mic to a calm Julio Guerrera. However before he could bring it to his lips, the meeting was ransacked!

The audience roared their approval as a brawl erupted inside the ring. Piccie Smalls tackled Kalevala, while P.Y and Julio paired up against Tommy Dragon, and Rieger with Showtime; Kalevala and Rieger continue to go blow for blow with Piccie and Showtime. As the fight inside the ring continues, Vegeta, Triple 6, and Anthony Pelizzoli all rush down the ramp and towards the ring. Kalevala and Kyle Rieger become aware of this and quickly leave the ring before the odds go against them. As the rest of The Untouchables members enter the ring, the two brooding WAR members make a quicker exit, leaving their leader Julio, and P.Y. to take a few extra shots before escaping. Backing up the ramp together, Kyle and Kalevala looked down the ramp to Julio and P.Y. following. Then they slowly walk back up the ramp, clearly not wanting to get into the ring full of five Untouchable members.

Johnny: Well the numbers are in their favor.

Donny: Bullshit. Pure bullshit.

Johnny: Is it bullshit because the good guys finally have the upperhand?

Donny: Shut your mouth Johnny. WAR would beat The Untouchables no matter how many members they have. I'd bet my house on that!

Johnny: Regardless, Julio Guerrera has some soul searching to do!
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PWA Title History:
World Champion (3)
Intercontinental Champion (3)
Television Champion (1)
European Champion (1)
Tag Team Champion (4)
(1 w/ Zach Pendergrass, 1 w/ Hott2Flamez, 1 w/ Bman, and 1 w/ Triple 6)
Hardcore Champion (1)
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