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| P.Y vs. Anthony Pelizzoli; Non-Title Match | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 10 2007, 11:53 PM (167 Views) | |
| Vegeta | Jun 10 2007, 11:53 PM Post #1 |
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--- Anthony Pelizzoli --- The lights of the arena turn to dim shades of green, white and red, colours of the Italian flag. Smoke then begins to accumulate on the ramp way as the word “Untouchable” lights across the screen in big yellow letters. As the crowd’s anticipation grows the mellow tone of “Woke Up This Morning” By Alabama 3 begins to play. You woke up this morning Got yourself a gun, Mama always said you'd be The Chosen One. She said: You're one in a million You've got to burn to shine, But you were born under a bad sign, With a blue moon in your eyes. The Don now emerges from the curtain, a cocky yet pleased look plastered across his young face. He takes a moment to embrace the crowd before he strikes a pose reminiscent to that of Michelangelo’s statue David. With his hand placed on his chin, green, white and red sparks fall behind him. Thousands of cameras now snap off photos before The Don breaks his pose and begins walking down the ramp. You woke up this morning All the love has gone, Your Papa never told you About right and wrong. But you're looking good, baby, I believe you're feeling fine, (shame about it), Born under a bad sign With a blue moon in your eyes. The Don now enters the ring slowly, climbing the stairs and then waiting on the apron until the referee opens the ropes for him. The Don then swiftly steps into the ring, walking slowly to the adjacent ropes with a strut. He climbs the ropes and then does his trademark chin slide to the enjoyment of the crowd. Announcer: In the ring now, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, standing at 6’6 and weighting in at 250 pounds, the future of the PWA, Untouchables member, ANTHONY “THE DON” PELIZZOLI!!! The crowd lets out one more cheer as The Don braces himself for the match at hand, stretching casually against the ropes. --- P.Y --- 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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| The Notorious PIC | Jun 11 2007, 03:36 PM Post #2 |
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Just before the match is about to begin, a wasted Piccie Smalls makes his way down the entrance ramp. His entrance is a bit of a shock as there is no music announcing his presence nor is there any formal announcement. Carrying a half empty bottle of Crunk Juice in one hand and a beer in the other, the boozer simply stumbles his way to the announce table much to the surprise of the Thunder brothers. The 2007 Three Hours of Power Tournament winner picks up a head set and takes a seat. Johnny: Uh....Piccie, what are you doing out here? You're not even scheduled to have a match tonight. Piccie: Yep...that's why I's comes out to do a little analyzings. Donny: The hell? Piccie: Just call me John Madden...no, he's fat. Uh...Marv Albert! No, he's weird. Um...JOE ROGAN!!! JU-JITSU CHOP!!!! Johnny: Oh...my...god. Donny, get me my valium..uh...I mean..damn. Let's go to break. The match begins with Piccie on commentary. OOC: I'll be doing commentary randomly during the match but this will have no effect on the outcome. It's strictly for storyline purposes. |
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| Anthony Pelizzoli | Jun 13 2007, 06:10 PM Post #3 |
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DING! DING! DING! The three chimes of the bell signalled the second meeting between these two men. The two looked across the ring at each other, the intense glare was not even broken by the intense chanting of the fans. On the outside, the future challenger Piccie Smalls watched with a somewhat dazed look. The boozer seemed to be looking at P.Y with intensity but his constant stumbles seemed to take away from the cause. The two men now true close, standing toe to toe in the middle of the ring. At 6'6 250 pounds The Don was certainly no small man. On the other hand, though, P.Y stood at an incredible 6'11, making The Don look quite short in comparison. The Dons head now tilted back, looking up at his enormous foe. The Don was certainly not used to being the smaller man and now he would certainly need to change his dynamic. The last time these two met, after all, The Don had pulled out every cheap shot he possibly could even using P.Y's own title on him. The intense stare was now met with words which were not audible to the camera. One could only imagine what these two were saying to eachother. This battle represented more then just a non - title match, this was much more. Today was Untouchable vs. WAR, The Dons chance to make a name for himself. Not only that, if The Don was successful tonight he could potentially soften P.Y up, leaving him vulnerable for his drunken friend. As a few more words were muttered the first swing was taken by P.Y. The swing, however, was quickly ducked by The Don. The two men now exchanged rights and lefts, swinging viciously with closed fists, illegal fists. The ref tried his best to stop this act but was seemingly invisable to the two men, who continued to pound away. Finally P.Y got the advantage, his huge gloved hand striking The Don several times in a row. The Don was now backed into the corner as blows from P.Y continued to fall upon him. As each blow continued to hit The Don, he slumped more and more over until eventually he was forced to take the beating lying against the bottom turnbuckle. P.Y then averted to kicks, continuing to hit strikes on his nemisis. P.Y now rested his large foot horizontally across The Don's neck, attempting to cut off the air flow to his lungs. The Don began to spit up some drool as he desperatly stuggled for air. Finally the referee's count forced P.Y to release the barberic choke, allowing The Don to gulp in the air quickly. P.Y now lifted his opponent, his gloved hand grabbing a handful of The Dons curly hair. As The Don was now on his feet P.Y wrapped his hands around The Dons neck, lifting him up in the air with two hands, looking for a Chokebomb. The Don was now in the air, for the first time in his life he had been lifted with ease. Before P.Y threw him, however, The Don kicked at his knee cap. Quick downward stomps now thwarted P.Y's efforts as the giant fell to the groung, dropping Anthony and holding his knee in the process. P.Y sat up, squeezing his knee seemingly to test the amount of pain it was in and to fund it with the support it seemingly needed. The Don now saw his opening and, like a predator, jumped on his prey quickly. The Don now twisted P.Y's leg and tangled them with his own, locking his gigantic opponent in a Figure Four Leglock. P.Y's once arrogant face now tensed into one of dispair, pain and agony. His barberic arms and barrel chest swinging up and down, looking for an escape. Every time the champion attempted to lie down for a rest the ref would begin the count. The champion tried once more for the ropes but with no avail, he was trapped in the center of the ring. P.Y now tried to turn the hold and reverse the pressure but as he did this was met with a, rather unique Poke to The Eye from The Don, forcing him to fall back and give up with his efforts. P.Y let out more screams that echoed through the crowd. Every single person in the building seemed happy to see the most hated man in PWA in pain. None, however, looked happier then Piccie Smalls who was seemingly celebrating his future opponents agony with some Jack Daniels Piccie Smalls: Ahhh!!!! Donny: Is he drinking Jack Daniels on our live broadcast? In front of thousands of kids? This man is supposed to be putting on an example for God sakes. He is the damn number one contender for our world title... Do we really want a lush as our world champion... Johnny: Oh shut up you hypocrite, if that was, lets say Razer drinking that Jack Daniels there you would be talking about how much of a riot he was. You my friend need a realty check and you need to focus on the match at hand. We may actually see an upset victory here! Donny(Looking at Piccie): I still think he is a damn embarassment... Piccie: Well I.. Ughhh P.Y continued to scream, would he escape the Leglock, turning it around or would the champion tap to the up and comming superstar? **OOC - Something to start us off P.Y, good luck. As for Piccie, I didnt want to make you say anything cause I know you wanted to do the comments, if there is anything in there you don't like tell me and I will take it out.** |
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PWA Accomplishments PWA Commonwealth Champion (1) PWA Tag Team Champion (1) (w/ Black Dragon) PWA Hardcore Champion (1) Untouchables Member Top 6 in Wrestlefest Rumble 2007 | |
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| P.Y | Jun 15 2007, 05:44 PM Post #4 |
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A finger to eye may have caused temporary blindness, but even with a lack of vision, the World Champion can still see that defeat is staring him in the face. Arms outstretched, warmly welcoming his arrival, the end seems to be drawing him ever closer to the proverbial edge as the classic submission hold slowly begins to wear away his resistance – but even though his hindrance may be decreasing, his frustration seem to be doing the total opposite. His bulging eyes and sour expression are only the tip of the iceberg. Beneath his ill-tempered exterior lies his raging emotions, feelings of hatred, feelings of humiliation; a giant concoction that fuels his racing heart and mind and helps trigger the second batch of adrenaline pumping throughout his veins. Pelizzoli was able to counter the Englishman’s actions with ease last time, but now? This time it proves to be a completely different story. His opponent’s distinct weight advantage seems to give him that extra ‘oomph’, as well as the Right Hook that etches red tinted grooves in the side of his face. That teaches him never to poke a behemoth in the eye again; his second attempt to do so, thwarted in its early stages. The Untouchables member only finds himself staring up at the dazzling lights for a few second, his unruly adversary, quick to implement the successive and successful counter and alter the match’s direction. The reversal – or Modified Indian Deathlock if you want to be technical – leaves the somewhat repulsive flavour of his own medicine lingering in Anthony’s mouth. Piccie, on the other hand, is left with a taste of what to expect this upcoming Sunday. JOHNNY: Well, as much as I hate to praise the man, I must say that the beast can be somewhat technical when he wants to be. I guess that is something to beware of when you two face off at Summer of Sin, Piccie. PICCIE: I can roll around on the canvas if I wanted to. Hell, I usually do after a beer or two. DONNY: … how the hell did you manage to win Three Hours of Power in the constant state you’re in? Desperately trying to claw his way to nearby sanctuary, the weight at his feet seem to act like a ships anchor, restricting any exit from the dangerous water he treads. Be it front crawl, breaststroke or even dog paddle; however he tries to swim to safer grounds appear futile as the English Monster holds him back – and literally, by the looks of it. Anthony may look in a considerable amount of pain in the eyes of the referee, yet his eyes cannot capture the scene from the same angle as the cameraman, revealing two monstrous hands clutching the bottom rope. Illegal, yes, but hidden from the officials eyes, anything is legal. JOHNNY: And just like that, the cheating commences. PICCIE: Not on my watch … that is, if I had one. Standing up and out of his seat – or stumbling to be more accurate – the man next in line for a World Title shot staggering towards the scene of the crime. Some people in the crowd spot it, but those seated far away from the ring fail to spot the object that he sudden grasps a firm hold. When he strikes it over P.Y’s head, however, it soon becomes apparent. The sugar-glass bottle shatters upon the impact of striking the champion’s head, of course, the impact combined with the pure shock of such an incident enough to release the behemoth’s grip of the rope. Not only that, but the leg lock seems to disintegrate also. The Englishman seems more concerned with his head as opposed to the figure behind him as his frantic hands, running the surface of his head, soon coming across a warm, thick liquid oozing from his skull. Blood; there’s no doubt about it. Anthony Pelizzoli becomes a thought of the past whilst P.Y casts his stare towards Piccie Smalls. Even as he returns to his feet his eyes never leave the figure standing – just – on the outside, but a sudden School Boy Pin that unfolds from nothing awakens him to reality. He’s in a match and by the looks of things, defeat is now on the cards … … ONE … TWO (OOC: Very, very sorry about the lateness. I've been really busy - as you may have noticed in the past couple weeks - with College and more recently preparation for my driving test (which is now over)) |
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| Vegeta | Jun 17 2007, 09:26 PM Post #5 |
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KICKOUT!!! The referee shows two fingers, a form of sign language to inform the times keeper that this match will continue. Pelizzoli is rather upset with the two count, clearly hoping that sudden pin attempt would be a success. He rises to a vertical base but P.Y follows right behind him. The two superstars look to lock horns once again, but before they're given the chance to do so, Piccie Smalls knocks P.Y down to the canvas with a cheap big boot. The referee immediately calls for the bell. DING DING DING! As the ref gives his official ruling to the times keeper, Piccie begins stomping a mudhole in P.Y's abdomen. Anthony watches his fellow stablemate and decides to join in on the beating, also stomping away at the English Monster. Announcer: Winner of this bout as a result of a disqualification, P.Y!!! Johnny: This is not something Piccie is use to doing. But when you're in the World title hunt, I guess people do things they normally wouldn't do. Donny: His actions are barbaric, but he has a good reason to do so. He's set to face P.Y at Summer of Sin this Sunday. This was bound to happen. The Untouchables members continue to double team the defenseless World Champion as the fans are split in half. A lot of them begin booing while some of them cheer for the heelish tactics of Piccie and Anthony. Before the beatdown gets any uglier, the two agressors back off the fallen wrestler. P.Y is clearly shaken up, hardly even moving a limb. Piccie and Pelizzoli give each other high fives as they pose for the crowd. PWA cuts to a commercial while P.Y's theme begins playing. |
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