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Insanity Episode 129; Cox Convention Center; Oklahoma City, OK
Topic Started: Jun 10 2007, 11:33 PM (336 Views)
Vegeta
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Main Event
Non-Title Match

Triple 6 vs. Kalevala

Non-Title Match
P.Y vs. Anthony Pelizzoli

Non-Title Match
Julio Guerrera vs. Tom Tyco

Non-Title Match
Razer vs. Alex Giltinane

Tommy Dragon vs. Black Dragon

Showtime vs. Adam Senton

Kyle Rieger vs. Kamikaze Kid

Devlin Jackson vs. AleXtreme

New York Man vs. Indystar
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Anthony Pelizzoli
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The scene opens with Anthony "The Don" Pelizzoli. He is seemingly backstage at the catering table, picking up some food and placing it on his plate. He is dressed in an Versache sports jacket with a Gucci button down striped shirt and Armani Casual wear jeans. As he is seemingly finished his food selections he turns to go to his seat, however, as he is about to sit down he is interupted Mitchell Cole, who is, like always, looking for a quick interview.

Anthony: What now Mitchell? I am trying to get a meal in here before my big match with P.Y

Mitchell Cole: Well, that is what I wanted to talk to you about actually...

Anthony now sits down, Mitchell standing beside him timidly

Anthony: Alright lets make it fast though, I need to get ready for the match.

Mitchell Cole: Well I wanted to know just how you think you will do tonight, I mean, last time the two of you battled you used brass knuckles, P.Y's own title and you still did not get the job done.

Anthony: Well, if you haven't noticed Mitchell, since I joined the Untouchables I haven't been cheating nearly as much as I used to. I am confident in my own abilities and tonight I am going to beat P.Y and his WAR ass so bad that Piccie will have nothing left to fight come Summer of Sin.

Mitchell Cole: What will that mean to you, if you win tonight?

Anthony: It will just prove what I have been saying for months now. I deserve to be used with genuine title contention, not this filler crap. Even though I lost to P.Y last time no one can argue I gave his gigantic ass a challenge.

Mitchell Cole: Well last week again you challenged your stablemates for the tag titles and lost, how do you feel battling so closely with your friends?

Anthony: Mitchell for the hundreth time, this is a buissiness where we must fight our friends and you move on from that, you shake hands after the match and get on with it.

Mitchell Cole: Well thank you Anthony for yet another great segment, I am Mitchell Cole and you have just heard it straight from the future of PWA Anthony Pelizzoli.

As Mitchell Cole does his proffesional sign off a tall, balding, fat man is seen in the backround seemingly looking for something, he then see's it, The Don. The Don now see's the man too. The two men stare at each other for a few seconds before The Don whispers "shit" and walks off briskly in the other direction, leaving his meal behind.




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
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A torrent of smoke billows before the camera lens. This smoke is the only thing visible on the PojoTron, the camera capturing nothing more than the snaking wisps dancing in the air. Nature’s contortionist. Another jet of air, invisible to the viewers, blows the smoke away, disseminating it. The camera pans backwards to reveal the origin of the smoke: Triple 6. The Heartstopper is propped against a bleached cinderblock wall, his right side facing towards the camera. In his right hand, a cigarette smolders, a thin, gray tendril of smoke pluming from the end to join its brethren. Quite a few fans are surprised by this appearance; Triple 6 is hardly renowned for his public relations. Regardless of surprise, everyone is interested by what he could possibly have to say.

Triple 6: I used to be quite a reader in my youth… In my past life. I mean, I wasn’t a common fixture at my local library or anything like that, but I read what I stumbled upon. Some of my friends treated books like lepers, something I never understood. Me? I embraced the written word. There’s something about writing that carries an emotional weight that just can’t be conveyed through cinema. I could spend all day trying to explain it to you, but it’d be nothing more than a day wasted, so let’s not dwell on the irrelevant details… You know what my favorite book was? I Am Legend. It ain’t exactly an epic tale spanning countless volumes; no Lord of the Rings, if you will. It’s less than 200 pages. It’s not the Mona Lisa laid out in sentences, and its pages aren’t lined with poignant prose. It’s simple. It’s a fucking good story. Who ever said good stories needed to be told with flowery language, right?

The Antichrist Superstar pauses just long enough to take a quick drag on his cigarette. This time, he doesn’t even bother to exhale it; he allows the smoke to spill past his lips as he speaks after reprising his sermon.

Triple 6: For those of you unfamiliar with the story, which I’m betting is the majority, let me try and lay down a brief synopsis to make this easier for you to digest. Robert Neville, the protagonist of the story, is the last man on Earth. Everybody else? They ain’t dead, but they ain’t fucking human anymore. They’re sort of a cross between vampires and your modern-day zombie, the result of a bacterial outbreak. It’s the fucking apocalypse, if you will, only he’s still alive, and he has no intention to give up living. So he spends his nights hunting down these… things. He drives stakes through their hearts, burns ‘em, the whole deal. It eats away at him, naturally. Vampires aren’t real. They’re myths, fantasies, daydreams… Nightmares. But you see, he ends up having a conversation with a handful of them… He realizes that it’s just the opposite now. In a world full of vampires, he is the myth. He’s the last of his kind; he’s now become the anomaly. He is legend.

He pauses once more, this time taking a slower drag. Confusion stews in the minds of his listeners. What the hell does this have to do with Triple 6? What’s this got to do with the PWA? They’re bewildered, and the fact that Triple 6 appears to be in no hurry to alleviate their confusion is maddening to them. He doesn’t seem to care, or at least he doesn’t realize, for he takes his time before continuing.

Triple 6: That’s kind of how I view myself now… I’m not the last man on Earth, no. But look around. Look at the state the PWA is in now. Back when I started here, these locker rooms used to be packed with legends. Oakster, The Green One, Darkside, Bman, Pyro, Moltar, Crush, Stunster, Doctor Wrath, Mush, Karnage King… Fast forward a few years, you have Jeff Holsten and Organon. Where the fuck are they all now? Where are the superstars, the ones that evoked the true emotion in the heart of the fans? Whether you loved or hated them, you loved or hated them with all your fucking heart. Now what do we have? Shit like Tom Tyco, the Precambrian like Showtime, the traitorous like Steele, and a bunch of no-named, wouldn’t-have-had-a-future-five-years-ago fucks running around claiming they’re the next big thing. I’ve realized that I’m a dying breed, the last of the legitimate. But I’m not some endangered species. I ain’t a fucking panda bear that just needs to fuck a female to fix the problem. I can’t create a superstar.

Inhale.

Triple 6: …But I can break a false idol.

Exhale.

Triple 6: Kalevala’s an enigma to me. Kalevala, the Kennin Warrior… I can’t figure him out. His name, obviously, derived from the Finnish epic of the same name. Kennin, however, refers to an era of feudal Japan… And despite this, he’s neither Finnish nor Japanese, but rather an Irish-French mutt. See, these things confuse me, but above all there’s one thing I can’t understand: the praise he receives. I would never discredit his skill completely; I simply question the price it has been appraised at. Kalevala has always been someone who has had the potential but has failed to utilize it. He can steamroll through the undercard, but can’t scratch the uppercard for the life of him. He simply cannot win the big one. The Three Hours of Power finals, for instance. He failed. Just a couple weeks back, a big six-man tag match, and he didn’t come through for his team. A few weeks further back, Steele embarrassed him. I’ve even beaten him myself before. I’m not saying his record is shameful, not by any means, but 24-karat it’s not. I wouldn’t gloat about it, at least. Yet, that’s exactly what Kalevala chooses to do. He plasters that shit-eating grin on his face and you’d swear he was a five-time World Champ, when really he’s the poster boy for mediocrity and wasted potential. Worst of all, of course, is his allegiance to Julio Guerrera’s sinking ship… Now, I’ve made my feelings on WAR well known before, so I’m not going to waste time being redundant, but let’s put it into perspective. Add everything up that I just said. He’s cocky as teenaged movie star, unable to accomplish any significant triumphs, and as average as a six-inch dick. Is that this company’s future? I might as well slit its throat myself…

Another long drag on the cigarette while he shakes his head in dismay.

Triple 6: When I first came back, I expressed a lot of doubt in myself. I didn’t think that I could do this anymore, I didn’t think that I could still be the Antichrist Superstar… I’m rarely wrong, and even more rarely happy to be so, but this is one such occasion. I don’t think it arrogant to say that I believe I’ve proved myself once again, proved that I can still stand tall at the summit of my profession. If there’s any doubt, let it be erased tonight. You know what tonight is, Kalevala? You know what it’s going to be? Win number ten for me. Ten and zero. Your pal, Mr. Rieger, was number one. I think it fitting that you be my milestone. You will be the milestone, by the way…

Triple 6 sucks up the last bit of essence that his cigarette has to offer. He expels it from his lungs slowly, savoring it. Then, he leans closer to the camera, and a deadly seriousness is alive in his eyes.

Triple 6: Kalevala, I’m the best that this company has ever seen, and right now I’m better than ever. Tonight’s just another re-run for you: Kalevala takes on the big one and fails. For me, though… This is the end of the beginning for my revival; the last paragraph of the prologue to my second volume. I’m the last of my kind. I am legend.

OOC: Kind of a rework of a promo I had been planning for quite awhile, so the middle probably seems kind of out of place in the context, but I had to make it work somehow. Nothing is meant seriously, by the way, just all IC hijinx.


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::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) :shifty
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 :shifty


::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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Further along in the evening, returning from a brief suspension in the action due to the interjection of a short commercial break, the thousands of souls packing the Cox Convention Center were readying themselves for the second half of the night's festivities. The following encounter was to be a non-title match-up between Razer and Alex Giltinane, and the audience anticipated the blood curdling scream and throbbing drum beat that usually accompanied the Junkie's entrance, and promenade to the squared circle. Although in lieu of said auditory cues, there was an obscured, disorganized hissing that permeated through the sound system. In a fraction of a moment after the initial blurt of static, the visual stimulation that is usually coupled with such a sound appeared painted across the PojoTron. For a few hazy seconds all those in attendance squinted and covered their ears as reverberating feedback cut through their cochleae like a hot knife through butter. The snowy blizzard of pixels present on the towering screen quickly cut out, as did the hissing, to what appeared to be a public service announcement photo still, apparently being used to introduce a segment to be aired immediately following this public notification. It appeared to be quite an old reel, plagued by pops and scratches; although the message it was broadcasting was quite contemporary. Accompanying the red writing appearing on the screen, was the narration of, what sounded like, a business man from the '50s.

Narrator: The following message has been generously Sponsored by the Letter K!

As the strangely out of place voice of the narrator quickly faded into oblivion, the emptiness in the ears of the crowd was quickly exterminated with the bustling arrival of a confusing array of stimuli. Subject to an auditory onslaught, the crowd watched as the scene sprawled across the PojoTron quickly shifted to that of a crowded, stereotypical, family steak house, restaurant chain. Connecting the dots to the sights they were seeing with the sounds they were hearing, everyone watching came to conclusion that this specific family eatery was of the Mexican flavour. Amidst a sea of vexatious Mariachi bands migrating across the restaurant from table to table, the camera quickly panned around the nearest corner, past a crying child begging for dessert, an old man attempting in vain to peel the skin off of a small shrimp appetizer, and a man so large he could deplete his entire year's salary in a single sitting. The steady-cam finally flowed past its final hurdle, and managed to focus intently on two very well dressed gentlemen, who had dropped by for a little bite to eat. It wasn't long before the realization was made that the two gentlemen attempting to have a nice relaxing dinner, were none other than Kyle 'the Freak' Rieger, and the Kennin Clansman Kalevala.

By the looks on their faces, and the suits covering their bodies, they had not intended to be dining at such a rustic locale; but had since come to grips with it, as seen by Kalevala attempting in vain to display his Commonwealth Title on the table. I say "in vain" simply because the completely ludicrous, oversized beverages offered at this 'classy' establishment were too large in scale to allow for the proper presentation of the gold. Regardless of any extenuating circumstance, the two appeared to have a strong message to deliver. Placing his drink down on the table, resting it in the dim light of the lamp hanging from the ceiling, the Nefarious Northlander turned towards the camera.

Kalevala: Ladies and Gentlemen, Kalevaniacs and Riegaholics alike, I would like to welcome you to this impromptu public service announcement brought to you by WAR, and proudly sponsored by the letter K. You'll have to excuse us for interrupting your regularly scheduled programming, but rest assured this will be worth your while.

Having placed down his fork gingerly on the side of his plate, and wiping his mouth ever so slightly with the closest available napkin, the other half of this duo cleared his throat.

Kyle Rieger: You see folks, Kal and I decided that we wanted to grab a little bite to eat before we kicked things off this evening; have a little fun on the town. Dressed to a T, equipped with all the money in the world, we had all intentions of dining at the finest restaurants, and paint everything there is to see in this town red. And as sad as it is... we are doing just that as we speak. Apparently, no amount of money, no amount of wheeling and dealing, can make a bum hick town into anything worthwhile.

Forcing down another mouthful of something that could only come from south of the border, the Northlander continued what his partner finished.

Kalevala: Yes you heard him right ladies and gentlemen, we are feasting at the finest restaurant that Oklahoma has to offer; Jules' Mexican Fiesta. We found out the hard way that a running reservation at Gibsons and Mortons doesn't mean bo diddley when you're out in the sticks.

With more than merely a hint of pure, un-adulterated anxiety at the entire situation, the Kennin Warrior tilted his head to the side ever so slightly, cracking his neck. The relief of pressure from his vertebrae also eased the tension in his chest, and he quickly regained his composure, even as the intellect harassing tune of "La Cucaracha" panged across the restaurant walls.

Kalevala: So now here we are enjoying a wholesome family meal between brothers and then suddenly something creeps up on us and disrupts this... serene experience! Normally we would think nothing of it, but the grapevine tends to get messages to where they need to be, faster than you would think. Therefore we come to you tonight in the form of the very rare "live feed" in order to properly address the comments of one, Triple 6. A yes, Triple 6, the Antichrist Superstar, the Heartstopper...the dreaded CORPSEMAKER! Spooky names.

Kyle Rieger: They make me all tingly.

Ending his utterance by filling his gullet with another bite of some spicy dish that undoubtedly was spawned in the depths of hell, he allowed the Northlander to continue with his spiel.

Kalevala: Something must be said for a guy like Triple 6; he's seen it all and done it all. You've reached immeasurable heights in your career that few will ever get to see...but the past is the past. Now as a general rule, you cannot change what has happened, or what you have done; good or bad. Etched in stone for all of time are the actions we commit today. To revisit the past, although quite necessary, can also be quite revealing. However, there is an old saying that history is written by those who win the wars...and nothing illustrates that fact more clearly than the hypocritical words of Mr. Antichrist himself. To get a clearer, less clouded telling of history, what better way than to ask a man who was there...Kyle?

Once again gingerly wiping his upper lip of the remnants of another cool sip of liquid refreshment, the Freak turned towards the camera as he set down his napkin and drink.

Kyle Rieger: Thank you Kalevala. You know folks? Triple 6, when you think of all the great assets he possesses...it is quite a shock that memory is not one of them. He mentioned quite a lot of people earlier tonight, people that I considered friends, people that I roomed with, travelled with, day in and day out; people that are no longer here. Now they are all gone, poof; vanished.

Stopping to lift his gargantuan glass off the table once more, he needed both hands to take a small sip. Placing it down, once again he wiped his face.

Kyle Rieger: Now, it is a free country, so Triple 6 can rant and rave all he wants, and can talk about how Kal and I are not as good as he is, and that we'll never be anything close to what he is, that's fine, he has the right to. But does he honestly have the right to talk about how he misses all of his friends who are long gone, considering that he is currently one half of the tag team champions with the man responsible for making all of his friends disappear!? When I really think about it I get a little uneasy, a little weak in the knees, a little sick to my stomach.

Kalevala: That might be the food.

The Northlander spoke with a mouth full of what tasted like Bat Guano, and afterwards promptly washed his mouth out with a little bit of gasoline, or..."Mexican Beer" as it was listed on the menu. Paying little attention to what Kaelvala said, and rightfully so, the Freak returned to his soliloquy.

Kyle Rieger: The hypocrite is teaming with Vegeta, the man who could have helped all of Triple 6's long lost friends: help them pay the bills, help them hone their skills, help them make something out of their careers. But instead, they were dropped, forgotten about, and they eventually departed for greener pastures. You can gripe and moan all you want Triple 6, but don't dare complain about the state of affairs in this new era of PWA, when you're so chummy with the man who made it so. Anything else Kalevala?

Nodding to the Northlander sitting across from him, Rieger returned to his meal as the focus was not on the Kennin Warrior. Bringing his hands up to his face, the Northlander cracked his knuckles.

Kalevala: I am a very busy man, Triple 6. There isn't a week where I find myself without something to do, or without a concern to deal with. For instance I have Kamikaze Kid to think about; that Paratrooping Goon just doesn't get it, he's a loose cannon. Not only does he not give up, but he doesn't seem to have any brains; challenging ME to a submission match at Summer of Sin! HA! That's rich. Granted however, it is something I intend to prepare for readily. Which brings me to my encounter, with you tonight. You see you and I are very different Triple 6, as I'm sure you'll agree. Whereas you decided to look up my name and origin in hopes of piecing together a faint stab at my impenetrable ego, I was researching your habits, your moves, your style. Maybe you'll try that next time, because tonight, I make sure that history doesn't repeat itself.

As the intense glare of the Kennin Warrior projected through the camera out into the hearts and souls of both the audience in the arena, and the viewers at home, the Freak, with a mouthful of mystery meat, decided to chime in, completely ripping the tension from the moment.

Kyle Rieger: Oh, don't forget to mention we want those tag titles they got!

You could almost hear the record scratch. Slowly turning his head to the side and staring at the Freak with an apathetic glance, the Kennin Warrior remained in a complete and utter patronizing silence. The Freak did not seem to notice however, and glanced past the Commonwealth Champion towards, what sounded like a waitress. In a very loud and boorish tone, Rieger spoke up.

Kyle Rieger: WHERE ARE MY DAMN CHIMICHANGAS!?

As The Freak continued his futile cries towards an offscreen waitress with better things to do, the Kennin Warrior continued to stare at his tag partner, who had successfully ripped the life out of poignant moment. The production team responsible for filming this live feed decided it was best to end this section by beginning to play "Joker and the Thief" by Wolfmother, as the scene slowly faded to black.


(OOC: In good fun. ;) )
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::Accomplishments::
PWA Tag Team Champion (w/Hellfire)
PWA Commonwealth Champion [Unified TV/Euro Title](First Ever)
PWA European Title (x2)
PWA CUP 2008 Champion (as Koda w/AleXtreme)
2007 Commonwealth Champion of the Year
2006 Rookie of the Year
2006 European Champion of the Year
2006 Feud of the Year
(Vs. Eagle)
#1 Ranked PWA Superstar (Top 5)
2007 Three Hours of Power Finalist
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Deception
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NOW I WILL TELL YOU WHAT I'VE DONE FOR YOU
50,000 TEARS I'VE CRIED
SCREAMING, DECIEVING AND BLEEDING FOR YOU
AND YOU STILL WON'T HEAR ME


A mixed reaction rises from the crowd as the arena lights flood out. The opening lyrics to 'Going Under' by Evanesence begins to crackle on the PA System and the fans are know who will soon appear in the arena. A dim smoke begins to rise in the darkness upon the stage and soon a darkened red cast takes form as the lights from beneath catch hold of the smoke. Before long there is a figure in the shadows, a long trench coat flapping in a slight manafactured wind. Deception begins to walk forwards, red lights taking up as he passes them along the ramp before he slides in the ring and yet another crimson spotlight falls down upon him. With the rest of the arena in complete darkness, this one dark red light seems to make the Martyr of Tears more sinister than he has ever come across before. He then lifts a microphone he has slipped into the waist band of his trousers.

Deception, "A night of rememberance. A night of memories long since forgotten. A night of redemption. That is what this night is coming to be as man after man, warrior after warrior makes his presence known. Memories from yester-week and yester-year come rushing back. Memories of being trapped on the canvas under the stifling weight, the daunting shadow of Triple 6. Last week and last year, the year before that. Always caught, always trapped beneath. Thoughts of the passion - the hate and the love - that flowed through the rafters, seized the hearts of you all. My mentor, my friend, my partner and my most hated enemy already touched so heart-warmingly against this subject. He quoted the names of superstars long since buried into history, names of glory and destruction. The greats. The legends. The men of past despised by the future. These young kids come here and immediately the comparisons are made, their labelled and prosecuted before they even have the chance to prove themselves capable."

Deception turns to each side of the crowd, taking them in and contemplating the staring faces. Each in turn was intrigued as to where Deception's monologue was taking him, so they listened in relative silence. Not because they were uninterested by instead captured by the passion of his voice, the intensity of his eyes.

Deception, "Those labels can make or break a man. Or in a rare occurence it can both make and break the most iron-wrought fighter. A man say, a lot like me. Labelled the future of PWA I only lived up to that reputation everytime I fought in this very ring. Title after title, award after award. Until I finally did it. A year gone now since I finally won the World Heavyweight Championship. I finally made that goal, became all the owner of this establishment promised I would be. And it broke me. I crumbled around the seams and fell apart before the eyes of you all. I come and I go, back and forth, more than I ever have before. Appearing in this ring only to lose, sometimes win - but regardless of result I always run to the comfort of the shadows, escape the piercing eyes of those who feel let down by that which I could not maintain. I return now to stand before you with the belief I can not only attain that which I have lost, but retain that which I achieve. "

The Dark One turns to eye the crowd once more, watching their reactions intently. A few fans seem uncaring but the vast majority have a knowing look about them. Weary of the return of a man known to end the careers of wrestlers on a whim, only to nearly end his own a week later to steal the show. A star of darkness, the sun of the underworld. Deception was everything they wanted a fighter to be and everything they didn't want a fighter to be.

Deception, "Triple 6 quoted Kalevala as an enigma in this company, the same name I was branded with nearly three years ago by a man known as Jeff Holsten, one of my great ever opponents. Hos description of me was something along the lines of me reminding him of an onion. Everytime you peeled away a layer there was another layer underneath waiting for you. Different yet the same, just more complex, deeper. My being referenced to as an enigma was a compliment, a name I took onto myself. Kalevala? I know Triple 6 well enough to know his words were never an insult, but a carefully constructed opinion of a man he well knows will come to face him at the top of the card time and time again. Trips' was only questioning whether his adversary would be worthy of the spot. The same way he questioned me prior to the formation of the Forsworn. The same way he questioned Organon. Place the seeds of doubt now and they will fester, they will grow and take control. They took control of me, just when I proved I was capable they took control. Triple 6 planted those seeds, he infested my mind with doubt long before I had even had the chance to dream I could become that which I did. Now by everything I hold dear - my family, my dreams, my nightmares - I swear I will break that control. I will break you Triple 6, whether it be tonight or ina years time. You will look me in the eye, across the ring from me and know your mistake of keeping me beneath your shadow. I shall know regret. The first step I have taken tonight, however many more it takes - I will take them regardless!"

'Going Under' hits the PA System again and the lights completely shut out. It seems Deception has reignited his issue with Triple 6 in his own mind and is hell bent on redeeming himself, blaming Triple 6 for his own fall from grace. The fans jeer as the man disspears, not appriciating the hatred for their all time favourite.
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Bman
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The garbage truck that compacted Bman into a cube of deadness drives by the arena again. This time, Donny and Johnny have something to say:

Donny: That's the garbage truck that keeps driving by, right?

Johnny: Yeah, it is. I wonder why? And I wonder if Bman is still decomposing inside?

Donny: Ew man, but as valid a question as any. I'm just hoping we don't see any Zom-B-s around here.

Johnny: Me too. I don't want Zom-B-s eating my bagged lunches which were made for me and not Zom-B-s who are meant to eat brains and Zom-B food.

Donny: Agreed. I also do not want to see any Zom-B-s eating my brains. But especially my lunches. Someone should stop that truck to see if it contains a Zom-B.

Johnny: Maybe next week. That shrouded fellow seems to have driven the potential Zom-B carrier away so as to keep possible Zom-B-s from eating our brains and/or bagged lunches.
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The camera opens in Vegeta’s office, where the boss seems to have called for Piccie Smalls to come and talk. Audio kicks in as the former World Champion begins to speak.

Vegeta: Piccie, I was thinking about you going up against P.Y and decided I wasn’t being as helpful as I could be.

Piccie Smalls: Vegeta, I really don’t think that’s necessary.

Vegeta: No, it is necessary. You have no idea what’s it like to be in a World Championship match, I mean you’ve always been in nothing matches before this Sunday.

Piccie Smalls: Well, I…hey!

Vegeta: And you’ve never been able to pull a win against someone the likes of P.Y, so I think you should listen to my advice.

Piccie Smalls: Dude, you’re being such an asshole right now.

Obviously, that isn’t heard by Vegeta.

Vegeta: So, since you have no idea to handle yourself in an important match, I’ve decided to help you.

The Icon backs away from his friend, heading over to the door of the office and opening it to reveal the men he’s brought here to help out the Notorious PIC. Piccie looks over confused as Deception, Razer and Zach Pendergrass appear. Oh, Hajjhowe’s there too.

Vegeta: Well, me and a few former World Champions.

The veterans walk into the office, Deception holding what looks like a human skull.

Zach Pendergrass: Hey Piccie, heard you’re a contender or something now.

Piccie Smalls: Uh…hi Zach?

The Three Hours of Power winner moves away from ZJP, heading towards the next person brought in by Vegeta.

Deception: Thou hast summoned me to thy realm for comfort in this time of darkness.

Piccie Smalls: What?

Deception: A fiend one shall face and thou must head the warnings of an equally malevolent creature.

Piccie Smalls: Why do you sound like Shakespeare?

Deception: Cause I’m cool like that.

Piccie Smalls: Oh…

Once again moving along, he reaches another former World Champion.

Razer: Hi there.

Piccie Smalls: Don’t you hate Vegeta or something?

Vegeta: Yeah, but anything can happen in PWA!

Both inebriated superstars stare at their employer, who moves off camera as Piccie Smalls heads over to the final veteran.

Piccie Smalls: Hajj, you haven’t won a World Championship.

Hajjhowe: Yeah, I know.

Piccie Smalls: So why are you here?

Hajjhowe: Because I think Vegeta hates me.

Piccie Smalls: Oh, well you can go.

Hajjhowe: Thanks.

The PWA Commisioner walks away, the door slamming behind him as Zach starts talking.

Zach Pendergrass: Alright, so do you have any tag partners?

Piccie Smalls: I have a few.

Zach Pendergrass: Cool, have them attack P.Y and then pin him.

Piccie Smalls: Huh?

Zach Pendergrass: Worked for me, although you need to lose it back to him two weeks later, okay?

Piccie Smalls: Uh…yeah.

The Notorious PIC turns back to Deception, who is now licking his human skull.

Piccie Smalls: So, what’s your idea?

Deception: Though hast better…

Piccie Smalls: In English.

Deception: But I…

Piccie Smalls: ENGLISH!

Deception: Ugh, fine. I really don’t know how I pulled off the first win, but I won the title a second time because Razer no showed.

Piccie Smalls: Oh, well Razer, how’d you beat Deception?

Razer: He no showed.

Piccie Smalls: Alright, so I need to get other people to beat him up and then hope he no shows?

Razer: Yep.

Zach Pendergrass: Sounds like a plan.

Deception: Worked for me.

Piccie Smalls holds his forehead, the booze in his system not effectively ridding him of the headache he was going through.

Razer: And don’t forget to lose it without any defenses, preferably by no show.

Deception: Oh yeah, that too.

Vegeta pats his stablemate on the back in encouragement, the drunkard looking up towards his cohort with a sarcastic grin.

Piccie Smalls: Thanks…I think.

Vegeta: Your welcome man, good luck!

The Notorious One walks out the door, all the former World Champions watching him leave before staring at each. None of them say a word as the camera fades. Before it goes out, Tommy Dragon walks by the open door, looking in confused at the gathering of athletes. He waves to Zach - who waves back - before exiting the scene. Deception looks over at Zach, muttering something to him before we cut to black.

Deception: What are you, his boyfriend?

Razer: Fag…


(OORP: Everything is meant to be humorous, no offense to anyone in the promo.)
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Razer
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[post razer/giltinane match]

The junkie is seen leaving his locker room with all his gear, as he heads towards the car park he notices the door to Vegeta's office is open. The junkie looks around before walking in. He pulls a half smoked joint from his pocket and places it on the desk of the owner and then spots a pen by a note pad. The junkie writes something on it and smirks before leaving. After the junkie leaves the camera's zoom in on the note

"So, who's the next victim?"
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Adam Senton
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The scene opens with Adam Senton sitting in a backstage area not known well to the PWA fans. Adam is wearing his usual green PWA t-shirt and black jeans, not very original. The fans boo the young man as he puts his head in his hands, not trying to show his true emotions. He is in a rare state of depression for such a young man, who is normally full of hopes and dreams. Adam shakes his head a few times, than he wipes away sweat from his eyes and looks the into the lens of the camera. After what seems like an eternity, the once masked wrestler speaks. Not with his usual high Latino voice, but with a deeper, more America voice.

Senton:As most of the loyal PWA fans have seen in the past few weeks, I Adam Senton have lost. Yes, lost. Now, when I first got to PWA i lost, a lot. To many people whom I have since beaten, like Frank Evans and Dean White to name a few. And, yet now as my carrear rolls on, I lose to the likes of Tommy Dragon, a man whom I feel is washed up. (boos begin) Yeah, yeah yeah. So what if he is a former PWA Intercontinental Champion , I am the youngest ever PWA hardcore champion, yes. I just checked my facts at the age of 21 I am the youngest ever to hold a title in Pojo Wrestling Alliance. So, since I lost to Tommy, I have grown an new respect for my elders, and for the former champions. Anyone who won a title before me, weather it is Razer, Vegeta or even Tommy Dragon, I respect them more than words can express. Now, don't think I'm kissing ass here, because I aint, I am more so, expressing my feelings for past superstars, and present superstars. However, there is still buisnes I have to take care of, these things being, Showtime tonight, and whoever else steps in m way. And finally, to any PWA wrestler who wants to step in my way, you better think twice because I have found a new motivation, and, well I guess you could call it, a new life.

Johnny:Adam Senton? A face?

Donny:Are you retarded? He is not a face, he is still heel, he justs simply has some respect, as does any other heel in the PWA.

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Kamikaze Kid
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At the interviewing stage, Brandon Hawk and his manager, the lovely Ms. Peaches dtood there awaiting their promo with Mitch Cole. Brandon was dressed in a pair of baggy jeans and black tank top while his valet was dressed in ripped jeans and baby doll shirt. The number one contender for the Commonwealth Belt was brooding for his match. With that being said, Mitchell Cole grabbed the mic and turned to the healthy young blonde, "Summer of Sin is well under way in under a week. It seemed that you and your Man, The Kamikaze Kid has been really been thinking intently on the upcoming event for the PPV. Tell me what are your thoughts?"

"First of all my thoughts is that my man, Brandon will stand up to any and all challenges. Certain individuals.... i.e. Smarks.... Felt that Brandon's decision to challenge Kalevala to a No DQ Submission was a Bold and Foolish move. I understand the most wrestling fans and the other wrestlers out there believe that Brandon is nothing more but a high flying big man with no exact wrestling skills to take on a seasoned veteran. What they don't know that he trained in mixed martial arts long before his wrestling career. He started off wrestling for his highschool in North Carolina and studied Brazillian Jujitsu. He then competed in various MMA tournaments while serving for our contry for four years. Afterwards, when he left the army he competed in Japan until his brother Darren and Mike Awesome persuaded him to becoming a Professional Wrestler. Learning under very skillful Japanese and Canadian Wrestlers. For those neh sayers who says he has no real wrestling skill should look back at how he began. He chose to fight the way he does for his fans. It gives him a rush. But now he's somewhat at a slump since losing his match against Kalevala that he has to go back to his old style. He wants to prove to those who claim he's a disgrace to the business! He wants to show the world and the PWA that he's worthy. And hopefully soon, he will wear gold around his waste knowing that he did it by his own accord. So is my man ready to take on Kalevala? I say Hell the f*** yeah he is!"

"Wow... That's saying something. I wish the best of luck to you both."

Suddenly Brandon takes the mic, "No.... Don't wish me luck, Cole. I will win this match by my abilities. Not Luck... ANd to my fellow Terrordomers out there I apologise for my recent actions. I lost my cool in that Tag match last week. I'll admit it I do have an anger problem. But don't worry, Cole, unlike Mario Woosey I won't end up kicking your ass. It will only give the doubters out there fuel for the fire. Like I said last week, Kamikaze's taking a break. It's now time for Sgt. Hawk to step up and kick some ass, Hooah."

"Hooah?"

"Oh yeah... I forgot. You civilians don't understand "Hooah". Haven't you watched the movie Black Hawk Down?"

"No?"

"Nevermind. Anyways... I will get ready for my match for Kalevala by showing his buddy my wrestling prowess. This will be a preview for what I'm going to do to him. So with that in mind, I have to go and get ready ASAP. Peace out." Both the paratrooper and Leilana left the stage to prepare for their match.
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Kyle The Freak Rieger
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*The fans erupt in cheers as PWA Insanity returns from commercial. Johnny and Donny are shown seated at the announce booth, seeming ready to discuss upcoming matches. Just as Donny is about to open his mouth the entire arena turns dark. Puzzlement is on both men's faces, Johnny looks like he's going to speak on the situation as the screen to the Pojotron flickers on. Contrasting with the darkness the tron shows bright imagery, albeit in black and white. In classic fashion voice and image meet up, as the announcer speaks, what he says appears on the screen.*

Announcer: The Following Announcement, Is Sponsored By The Letter K

*The screen flickers to what looks like a warehouse. Its dark, its dingy, its dirty, its murky, very little light emanates the screen. The camera looks around, it looks like the camera operator himself may be lost, after a few moments of walking some sources of light can finally be seen. There is a single light bulb, giving off some small white light, and the red cherry of a cigarette. The fans know who's on screen, and the mix of cheers and boos begin, the boos naturally outweigh the cheers. The camera walks closer to the light, and we can see a wrestling ring. It continues its movement, and we catch a glimpse of Kyle “The Freak” Rieger sitting on a steel folding chair in the middle of the ring. There is still much darkness, and not much that people can see, but the form and figure is unmistakable. He's dressed in one of his classic business suits, his black fedora, and although they cannot be seen, one would assume his black Chuck Taylors. The cameraman begins to focus in, and Kyle begins to speak.*

Kyle: For the past two months I've had a monkey on my back. I came back to this federation with a purpose, I came back for one reason, I came back to be called champion. My first month back, I ran through everybody they put in front of me, wrestlers who had been here for three months, had no idea of my history, and dared to call me a new competitor. I destroyed them all, I took care of everything in my path, hell you might as well have called me Curt Henning, because I was fucking perfect. I fought all comers, I would've wrestled three times a night because I knew anybody they'd try to set me up with I'd knock down. I beat our current world champion, my associate P.Y. before he won the belt, they thought it was a fluke so they gave me Organon, and I beat him too. People started to get scared, people started to be worried, and it wasn't until Deception had the last good match of his career that I lost. That hurt, but I bounced back. I wrestled with my partners in WAR, and we took out the PWA legends that were supposed to be the resistance that this company needed. I fell once more to that other Chicago Native, the guy with all the scary nicknames, Triple Six, but I was still kicking ass.

*Kyle finishes off his cigarette, his fingers shake as he pulls another one out of the package. He tosses the butt out, grabs the classic skull zippo from his pocket, and lights up the second cancer stick.*


Kyle: I got my shot then, and I proved to the world my skill. Tom Tyco vs. Kyle Rieger, for the Intercontinental title, and I won. My streak of wins was continuing, my skills were showing, and god dammit, I proved my wins weren't flukes, I proved that I was a force in the PWA. I dropped him on his head so many times he woke up and thought he was Webster. I slapped him up, stomped him down, showed him the town. And it ended poetically, when things didn't look good for The Pick, I hit him with Good Times, Great Memories. Then got the 1..2..3, and raise the gold in the air, I was the champ. The number 2 guy in the company. That was the happiest night I've had since I've returned. I still took on all comers, I was making my way through three hours of power, I was showing the world that Kyle Rieger would be the next world champion. I drew Tyco again, a rematch, not for my gold, but this was a battle for respect. Winner gets into the finals of Three Hours of Power, loser walks away with nothing. I walked away without dignity, without my shot at a shot at the world title. Then because of the death of Bman, one of my good friends, I have to defend the tag team titles and I lost a match I shouldn't have. So as most of you could understand I was pretty god damn upset.

*Kyle finishes his second cigarette, he lights another one just as quick and continues.*

Kyle: Yeah Tom Tyco, we were one and one, you and I had two great matches, but for the third, I decided to stoop to your level. You are known for being a hardcore icon, and I used to be one of the most hardcore wrestlers in the world. Anyone here who ever watched the old UWF saw me jump off ladders, light men on fire, and I was a one man wrecking crew at 218 pounds. I was what I hated now, I did all highspots, I couldn't work. And I evolved, I learned, I went back to Steel Dominion, met some great talents, Ace Steel, Adam Pearce, Colt Cabana, and CM Punk. They all helped me evolve, and I became a wrestler. But Tom Tyco, to me it appears you haven't evolved, because you beat me. Despite my good friend Kalevala, the Midgets, I lost. Granted your comrades came in and gave you a helping hand, but you beat me. You beat me two of three, you won the rubber match, you pushed me to the limit. I burned you fucking alive, and you didn't quit at all. God dammit how do you think I felt with that, I stooped to your level, I fought your fight and I lost. I shouldn't have a right to demand a forth match with you, but I have just cause. You are the only guy in the federation who has beaten me with reason, you fought me with passion. I may have lost two out of three, but only two matches were for the title, in my mind that makes us one and one. I went down to your level, now I want you to come up to mine.

*Kyle gets up off the chair and walks forward. He walks to the ropes and grabs hold of something right by the ring. He begins to shake his arms, the unmistakable clank of chain length fence. This is no ordinary ring, this is a steel cage. The Camera zooms up and catches the top, the cage goes fifteen feet above the ring, its a mass of steel.*

Kyle: No way out, no escape, we are finishing this like men. Inside this steel cage, I Quit Match. Tully Blanchard and Magnum TA had this match in the 1980s, the match didn't end until both men were bloody, and a wooden fork was impaled in Tully's forehead. Tully didn't quit though, he just screamed, and that always struck me as bullshit. Biased refereeing, just like Kirk Fitzpatrick and the Inferno Mist fiasco when we fought for the spot in Three Hours of Power. So to ensure that there's no way out of the cage, there will be a winner, and because I like adding a little fuel to the fire, we'll each have a cornerman. I'll have my partner, my best friend Kalevala right there, with a towel that I won't let him throw. I will not quit Tom Tyco, I will not submit, I will not say I've had enough, but I will push you past that limit, I will take your title, you will quit. Bring whoever you want to be in your corner, you want Frank Evans, Indystar, Devlin Jackson. Bring Vegeta for all I care, you wanna dig up one of the ghosts from my past go ahead. Zach Pendergrass maybe, Karnage King, Darkside, Deception, hell you can bring in Awesome Anthony, Joel Cinder, Mike E. Clark, I am not worried one bit. Because I am not worried about my past, you just need to worry about your future.

*Kyle finishes the third cigarette and lights a forth up, he may give himself cancer by the end of this night, but he doesn't care.*

Kyle: There still a few more subjects at hand, the tag team titles is one. Vegeta and Triple Six, you know those belts are just staying warm along your waist. After I win back my Intercontinental title, Kalevala and I will be coming for you. We will get those tag team titles, and we will dominate all ranks of this federation. Sponsored by the Letter K is the future of the Pojo Wrestling Alliance, and Wrestling in general. Vegeta you and I still have unfinished business, I still want you in the ring, one on one, no bullshit, no bias, no nothing, just a fight. I am better than you, and I will show the world that you are just a wrinkled hemorrhoid in the asshole of bad wrestling. Then there is the future. I mention Kal and I are the future of wrestling, and there's one thing in my entire career that has missed me. The world title, in the UWF I had two title shots, and I spent my formative years there. While other people were going to college, I was wrestling hoping to earn the gold. I had it in my grasp twice, and I lost it both times. I had my one shot here against P.Y. and he nearly crippled me, and nearly killed my girlfriend. Now I have forgiven him for the incident, because I am a man, and I can accept apologies. That is besides the point, I am coming for the belt, I will win it, I will become the Pojo Wrestling Alliance World Heavyweight Champion, and I will bring class and respect to the belt. My name is Kyle “The Freak” Rieger, and I am a wrestler. That is what I do, that is what I love, and I will show everyone around the world that I am The Best Wrestler In The World, PERIOD.

*The image fades away to the same screen from the beginning, the announcer makes his claim once again.*

Announcer: The preceding announcement was Sponsored by the Letter K.
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2008 Three Hours of Power Winner
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