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Triple 6 vs. Kalevala; Non-Title Match
Topic Started: Jun 10 2007, 11:55 PM (351 Views)
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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.

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The lights in the arena slowly dim to a black and an all too familiar guitar riff resonates from the speakers. The crowd members lead their seats, preparing to herald this latest entrant just as the iconic battle-cry fills the arena.

THE TIME HAS COME, IT IS QUITE CLEAR!
OUR ANTICHRIST IS ALMOST HERE!



With those words spoken, the arena explodes into a fusion of Marilyn Manson’s Antichrist Superstar and the rabid cheers of the PWA fans. The black drapes of the entryway rustle a little before being thrown back all together. From behind them steps The Antichrist Superstar himself, Triple 6. His appearance is greeted with an elevation in cheers, to which he can’t help but smirk at. He begins his descent down the ramp, clad in his traditional attire: a black leather jacket, a vintage Forsworn t-shirt, and a pair of weathered blue jeans. The Heartstopper climbs the ring steps, entering the ring for the first time in quite awhile. He resists the urge to play to the crowd, instead retreating to a turnbuckle on the side of the ring farthest from the ramp, reclining against it as the referee goes through his pre-match ritual. Meanwhile, the ring announcer formally introduces him to the crowd, as if an introduction is needed.

Announcer: Weighing in at two-hundred and eighty pounds, hailing from Chicago, Illinois… Trrrrrrrrrriple SIX!

The Father of the Forsworn steps out from his sanctuary for a brief moment to acknowledge the crowd’s cheers, but he just as soon returns to it. It’s clear he’s more than ready to just get the match underway.
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Mounting themselves in their respective corners throughout the duration of the pre-match formalities, the two leviathan competitors were demonstrating copious amounts of self-restraint; choosing to neglect the juicy carrot appearing before them. The opportunity to strike first and secure the all important momentum, was almost too good to pass up. At any point during the official's spiel the decision could be made by one or both parties, to circumvent the referees desire and kick off the festivities early, yet neither chose to act upon this impulses. In preference of this brash action, was the favoured psychological warfare, which materialized in the form of a stern, resolute, unwavering stare. From opposite corners did this assessment of each other occur. Having previously experienced the delights of facing off against one another, there was a certain degree of familiarity felt between competitors. Since their first encounter many things had altered drastically; one important element being the level of experience and confidence that the Nefarious Northlander possessed within the squared circle. Throughout nearly the year between their previous skirmish, the Kennin Warrior's level of comfort had ameliorated tremendously. What this alters is but the perception of both stalwart combatants; Triple 6 is sure to be better prepared for an improved opponent, whilst Kalevala no longer views the Corpsemaker as his superior, but as his equal.

The scintillating knell of the ringside bell acts like the commencing gunshot of a horse race, the two rivals roaring through open gates towards one another. Unlike their equestrian counterparts however, these two champion specimens do not barge headlong, straight down a track, into each other. Rather, their approach is accentuated by a classic circling motion, as the war of will power continues; both men jockeying for position rather than foolishly rushing in. There were various pieces of the puzzle coming together in this confrontation; ties to differing factions with differing agendas, championship titles, and personal pride (among others). The ripples of this match-up could end up spilling over and affecting a large number of people. The implications were steep, and therefore their actions had to be chosen carefully. Regardless of the stakes however, both seasoned competitors remained as cool as the other side of the pillow, as an unspoken agreement was made to finally kick things into gear. Fortifying their stances, while the crowd fastened their seatbelts, the two knights began their spirited combat with a staple of any good wrestling match, a Collar-and-Elbow Tie-up. The restlessness of the audience, and underlying elation just ready to be unleashed, was evident by the rustling and scattered cheers of anticipation. Immediately following the initial contact between each other, there was a burst of activity from the audience; they were just begging for a reason to cheer. Back in the ring, the titan-like Triple 6 was surprisingly being kept in check by the noticeably smaller Kalevala. The strained and anguished looks washed across the Kennin Warrior's face, however, revealed a story of struggle and uncertainty. Despite the seemingly marginal difference in height and weight between the two, when every inch and every pound could end up being the proverbial straw that breaks the camel's back, it becomes something you cannot ignore.

Even with every inch of his being invested wholeheartedly into the test of strength and will power the this tie-up had transformed into, the simple fact of the matter was that Triple 6 was stronger than Kalevala. As such, the struggle for authority and the keys to the driver's seat were quickly handed off to the former two-time PWA World champion, as he bested the Northlander in the feat of strength, forcing the King of the Commonwealth, step by step towards the padded steel of the turnbuckles. Feeling the insulting, supple, turnbuckle surface clearly indicative of defeat, the Kennin Warrior needed to revisit the drawing board; brains would win over brawn. With one final shrug of his own shoulders, the Heartstopper shed the slippery grip of the Dragon Slayer, proceeding to pin the Kennin Warrior back against the doughy pads designed to lessen the impact of the steel rings holding the ropes in place. Sliding both of his large palms up towards the soft, sensitive area of the Northlander's neck, the Antichrist Superstar had the intentions of setting the Northlander up for a few brutal chops to the chest. Uninterested in what the Chicago native intended to do, the official quickly stepped in due to the threateningly positioned palms of the six-foot-six titan. Fearlessly wedging himself between the two relatively massive frames of the superstars engaging in battle, the official succeeded in separating the two. Not needing to chastise Triple 6 for any amount of time, the veteran superstar rolled with the punches and accepted the referees judgement. After all, the sooner he made the official happy, the sooner he could get back to the task at hand; keeping the momentum shift heading in the most advantageous direction. Upon his return to face the Technical Trickster after that brief repose initiated by the official, the Corpsemaker had his target firmly set in his sights. Preparing to unleash a fury worthy of his Antichrist Superstar moniker, the larger than life PWA legend ambled like a large oak tree, back towards the leaning Kennin Warrior. In what seemed like only a flash to both Triple 6, and the spectators alike, the lightning quick speed of the Trickster made its first appearance in this conflict, as the Northlander resorted to some of his old foul tactics; thrusting a stiff right pollex into his attacker's left eye.

Cringing in agony, immediately wrenching back his head out of harms way as quickly as his muscles and neurons would allow, the Iconoclast let out a familiar grunt that usually accompanies a painful occurrence that catches you off guard. As the Titanic Triple 6 turned away from the source of the agony, the official was punctual in his discipline of Kalevala; reminding him of the consequences of further action of that sort. With a sly little grin creeping ever so slightly onto the emotional canvas that was the Clansman's face, there was no mistaking the Trickster's intentions. Knowing of Triple 6's reputation as being an unstoppable force, the Kennin Native was going to resort to anything he needed to do in order to secure the victory. This was personified with an extremely brutal and vindictive thumb jab to the eye, that surely was intended to inflict as much damage as humanly possible, perhaps resulting in a scratched cornea. Needless to say that the Corpsemaker was not very pleased with the current situation, however the sharp pain in the Forsworn Father's left eye, still rearing its ugly little head, took priority over his blistering anger. With his hand covering his eye, in a vain attempt to relieve the agonizing sensation, the tag team champion stumbled without organization towards the center of the ring, his back still facing the conniving Kennin Warrior. With a clear resolve visible in his eyes, and a confidence in his course of action seldom seen, the Kennin Warrior almost marched out of the corner, towards his blinded target. Without missing a single beat, the Savvy Submissionist took four perfectly spaced paces towards Triple 6, and on the fifth advancement, stepped down on the back of the Antichrist Superstar's right knee. Digging his heel into the sensitive tendons around the very crucial joint, Kalevala succeeded in bringing the Colossal force that is Triple 6, down to a kneeling position. As the Kennin Warrior bulldozed his boot deep down into the meat and cartilage of his opponent's largest joint, the Iconoclast could not help but rear his head back and let out a howl of distress. Even though he quickly kept his emotions in check, and almost immediately began to come to terms with the situation he was in; things were about to become worse for the Untouchable member. Wrapping his arm around the Iconoclast's neck with great haste, the Rising Star of the greatest stable in history, War And Revolution, was on the cusp of expertly locking in another classic manoeuvre, known around the world as a sleeper hold. As he was vice-ing in the submission, Triple 6 attempted to get his arms up between his neck and Kalevala's appendages, but was not able to thwart the WAR member's attempts. As a result, the situation was as follows: down on one knee, the sure-fire PWA Hall of Famer was in a bad way, with one of the best submissionist in the business today latched firmly onto his neck, being held into position with a firm boot wrenching down into the back of his knee. Attempting to follow an old routine in order to break Triple 6 down from his very foundation, the Northlander was resorting to the basics in an attempt to take down an opponent who was anything but ordinary.


Edit: Removed sig. Also, good luck!
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In an age in the industry where flashier is generally considered to be synonymous with “superior”, it’s rather bewildering to see a gladiator become so weakened by what many would label a “generic” submission hold. All the more startling is the fact that this is no run-of-the-mill grappler; this is one of the most decorated and praised athletes to ever step foot within the squared circle. Is it possible that Triple 6 could be defeated by a hold so… mundane? The hearts of the fans passionately say no, but their eyes… There is no way to deny that, by the looks of it, the Antichrist Superstar is mere seconds away from a bitter defeat. Some fans have already decided that it is a foregone conclusion. The only questions they’re asking now relate to how the defeat will come about. Will he submit? Will the infamous Corpsemaker really surrender to a man he defamed only an hour ago? Or will Kalevala’s sleeper hold incapacitate him, handing him the loss through technical knockout? While Triple 6’s supporters do their best to be optimistic, it’s quite difficult. Even the die-hards entertain such seemingly blasphemous (perhaps even treasonous) thoughts. No one can help but wonder if the Heartstopper is at the precipice of his greatest humiliation.

Triple 6, however, refuses to allow such demoralizing thoughts to enter his head. As far as he’s concerned, this match up is far from over. The only way he foresees it ending within five minutes is if Kalevala is placed on the losing end. The Tag Team Champion still has a copious amount of fight still left in him; he’s just not sure how to go about utilizing it. It’s difficult to formulate a workable plan when your brain’s oxygen supply is being forcefully cut-off. It’s only difficult, of course; Triple 6 has wormed his way out of far more perilous predicaments in the past. Nothing’s impossible.

Yet.

As each second passes, his sense of urgency grows stronger and his limbs grow weaker. His muscles are starved of ever-vital oxygen until they eventually desert him. The wave of fatigue is not incremental; it’s immediate. All at once, the lethargic tide rises up and claims him. Where’s my spirit? I had it just moments ago… His vigor has abandoned him and left him for dead. Suddenly, it does seem impossible. The corners of his vision grow dark and begin to blur. The effect snowballs, reducing him to a tunnel vision that grows ever narrower as the seconds tick away. He’s stopped even trying to breathe; he expends more energy trying to fill his lungs than he receives through respiration. It’s hardly worth it. That’s just the first step. Eventually, it takes more energy for him to keep his eyelids open than it does to close them, and thus they end up dropping like shutters. His arms sag, completely unsupported by his muscular structure. Even his neck goes limp, allowing his head to hang to the side pathetically. If Triple 6 ever does end up inducted into this company’s Hall of Fame, a photograph of this moment will not be amongst those used to honor him.

The referee snatches the Iconoclast’s wrist and hoists it up into the air. For the sake of this man, the zebra hopes he succumbs to his predicament. Crossing his fingers, he releases the appendage. It plummets lifelessly to its master’s side.

1!

Kalevala smiled fiendishly. His arms have become numb from clenching his hold so tightly, but not once does he relent. A bubble of euphoria swells in his stomach. He can feel the shame of his past defeat slowly evaporating. He’s mere seconds from vengeance. The referee lifts the corpse’s arm once more. For a second time, it falls without grace.

2!

The Commonwealth Champion’s smile widens. He doesn’t even notice the numbness anymore. He’s won. He’s done it. Triumph is flirting with him and he’s more than willing to elope. As the referee raises Triple 6’s arm for the third and possibly final time, Kalevala can think only one thing: How’s this for winning the big one? The referee releases the wrist.

It doesn’t fall. Triumph is a tease.

Kalevala’s smile remains, but only because he’s too shocked to alter his expression. At first, he believed time was slowing down for him personally, allowing him to better savor this moment. Unfortunately for him and the few supporters he has amongst the crowd this evening, such is not the case. Triple 6’s arm defiantly hangs suspended in the air by his own will. The arena is inundated with the ecstatic cheers of the Heartstopper’s disciples, a stark contrast to the vehement disgust felt by the Kennin Warrior. While his smile has finally vanished, he’s still too stunned to do anything else. His submission hold remains in tact, but it’s a mere shadow of the mighty hold it once was; his grip has slackened and his heart just isn’t invested in it any longer. His heart (and mind) are simply too consumed with rage. He had it. He had proved this arrogant, condescending veteran wrong. He was half a second away from getting that proof on paper… Kalevala is only removed from his fury when an Elbow Shot bounces hard off of his rib cage. He’s given no time to react before a sibling shot strikes the same area. These sudden, unexpected blows catch the King of the Commonwealth completely off-guard; thus, his vice’s grip slackens. That’s all Triple 6 was looking for. Immediately, the Father of the Forsworn throws his shackles off of him, liberating himself. He spins around to face his tormentor and, in that moment, the tables turn.

Adrenaline hits Triple 6 like espresso. It’s like a spark striking a powder keg. The two-time World Champion unloads a volley of Right Fists upon Kalevala’s head. The barrage is backed by a startling supply of vitality; one would never guess that this man had been a step away from unconsciousness mere seconds ago. If there is a god, Triple 6 is eternally thankful for his implementation of the endocrine system right now. God bless hormones. Kalevala, of course, is convinced that there is no god. How else could he go from inevitable victor to punching bag in the bat of an eye? Each concussive fist feels like a hand grenade combusting within his cranium. He stumbles backwards, trying vainly to flee from his assailant, but to no avail. Wherever he goes, Triple 6 is sure to follow. Eventually, Kalevala finds himself stuck between a rock and a hard place (or, more accurately, the ring ropes and an angry Chicagoan). For the first time this evening, he’s worried.

He should be. Almost automatically, Triple 6 snags his enemy by the arm and propels him into the adjacent set of ring ropes with a textbook Irish Whip. Kalevala speeds across the length of the canvas and strikes his target, rebounding off of the ropes like a pinball off of a bumper. He’s launched back towards Triple 6’s waiting graces. Kalevala knows that if he wants to regain the momentum, he’ll have to do so now; he might not receive another opportunity. With these thoughts in mind, Kalevala bends his knees and leaps off of the mat. He flies through the air, his body rushing towards his adversary’s in what would appear to be an attempt at a Lou Thesz Press. Attempt being the key word. The Antichrist Superstar scouts the move, stepping to his side and flailing his right arm before him like a mace. He clubs Kalevala across the throat while the former Rookie of the Year is still mid-flight. The blow is absolutely ferocious. The Commonwealth Champion finds himself floored by a Swinging Clothesline, and all of his hopes of recapturing that oh-so-valuable momentum have dissipated. All hope at all has left him. He had his chance moments ago and he failed… Once again, the fans are sure the end is near; this time, of course, they anticipate a more crowd-pleasing ending. The only question is, again, how will it come about?

Johnny: Donny, I am simply awestruck by Triple 6’s resilience. I don’t think there’s a soul seated in this arena that could honestly say they weren’t thinking that the match was over when Triple 6 couldn’t escape the sleeper hold. Now, it looks like Kalevala is the one who’s doomed. What an astounding comeback The Heartstopper has put together here!

Donny: Oh, please. Why didn’t you mindlessly fellate Kalevala when he started impressively straight out of the gate? Triple 6 played it sloppy as hell in the beginning, probably due to underestimation, and yet he’s the one getting the praise? What a load that is!

Triple 6 knows how it will end, or at least how it will end if the stars align in his favor. He remembers how it ended before. Why alter a winning formula? Ducking down to the canvas, he rolls a semi-conscious Kalevala onto his belly. The Iconoclast follows up by capturing the lifeless left arm of his nemesis. Cheers begin to make their way through the crowd as the fans begin to realize what their champion’s plan is; it’s a plan that they can appreciate. Kalevala’s realized what it is. Already, he’s having premonitions of what’s to come; it’s not difficult, because he’s already lived through this experience once before. He’s not sure if the fingers wrapping around his jaw are memory or reality; they feel exactly as they did a year ago. When his head is jerked back and the vertebrae in his neck ground against one another, he’s unable to differentiate the agony felt now from the agony felt then. Present blends with past and the two overlap almost perfectly. Kalevala can’t tell the layers apart any longer. All he can do now is restrain his hand from tapping the canvas. He’s unwilling to surrender to the Crippler Crossface twice.

OOC: Yay, I’m very happy with this now. Probably the best RP since my return; thanks for the inspiration. I wrote this RP offline, though, and never checked your word count, so I hope that this isn’t over what you did. If it is, I apologize, I didn’t mean to. Anyway, good luck in the polls.
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Almost two months shy of a year since the last time these two men met each other in un-armed combat. Two months shy of a year. In that time, many things had changed; too numerous for me to begin listing off here. Needless to say that the entire landscape of PWA had been altered in one way or another since then. However you wouldn't know that by the sight we were currently subject to. In the middle of the ring, mirroring the events of their previous encounter, laid the Kennin Clansman Kalevala, face down on his stomach, with the Anti-Christ Superstar poised to rip his opponent apart. Latched onto his arm and chin, the Iconoclast had one of his signature submission manoeuvres wrenched securely in on, ironically, one of the greatest submissionists of the current generation; some would argue, of all time. With that said, his opponent Triple 6, was obviously no slouch, and was quite adept at all aspects of his craft. Therefore make no mistake, the Nefarious Northlander had no idealistic or false hopes about his odds of escaping this tendon shearing hold. It was no longer a matter of if he would submit, but when he would submit. Knowing the power and resolve of his opponent, combined with his own intricate knowledge of the technical aspects of the Crippler Crossface (and thus the damage that could be performed with it), the only goal the Kennin Warrior had, was to hold on for as long as he was fit to. At the breaking point, when he reached the threshold of being able to escape without injury, he would concede defeat. It would not be the cowardly way out in his mind, it would be a tactical way to preserve one's own safety, to fight another day. Almost a minute had gone by since the moves inception, and the veins bulging in Triple 6's arms were testament to the force at which he was applying the hold. Kalevala's face was obscured by his opponent’s grasp of his chin, but what was visible was beet red, as blood began to pool, and capillaries began to burst. Breathing soon became a problem for the Kennin Warrior, as blood began to flow from his nose, back down into his throat. Letting out a muffled cough, blood was spurt between the fingers of the Corpsemaker. With the official constantly in his face, acting like the little devil on Kalevala's shoulder asking if he wanted to submit, it was impossible for the Northlander to see what was happening, however the crowd's reaction dictated that something was about to unfold.

Having felt deep down that his running mate was not going to be able to pull through the agonizing submission, it was none other than Kyle "The Freak" Rieger that had appeared from beyond the PojoTron and was quickly making his way down to the ring in almost a gallop. Making haste, but yet not completely alarmed, the other half of Sponsored by the Letter K had purpose in his step, not worry. Feeling as though his victim was at the point of calling it quits, the Heartstopper did not relinquish his prey. In fact, he reacted oppositely. Rearing back with as much weight as he could to expedite the process, Triple 6 applied more force to this submission to any other he has ever locked in; yet the Northlander failed to submit. Perhaps this was because of the surge of adrenaline being pumped through his entire body by the sight of Rieger, or perhaps it was because of his intimate knowledge of the hold in which he was locked. Regardless of the reasons for this tenacity, a wrench was about to be thrown into the works. As he was in mid-attempt to slide under the bottom rope and break up the submission, the Freak's motion came to a crashing halt. The cheers of the audience started to become more and more focused, as from out of no where, Kamikaze Kid had intercepted Rieger, and was grabbing a hold of one of his ankles! As though a great anchor preventing a furious ocean liner from reaching its destination, Brandon Hawk held the struggling Rieger in place. The referee had turned to witness this strange sight, and had begun to chastise the attempted interferer. Blind to the force holding him in position, the only thing Rieger wanted to accomplish was reach his friend and save the day. At this point the crowd was on their feet, applauding, knowing the conclusion was imminent. Suddenly Kalevala began to slap his palm repeatedly on the canvas. Kyle let his head drop in frustration, and the referee snapped to, ignoring Rieger and turning 180 degrees in order to be witness to the sight himself, putting him in a position to signal for the bell.


Ring Announcer: The Winner of this match as a result of a submission----

Unfortunately for all the Triple 6 fanatics in the crowd, the ringside announcer did not even have enough time to declare the victory for the Iconoclast; instead, it was the rising Kyle Rieger (who had just recently brought his free foot up and shed his Kamikaze Kid shackles), who tackled the referee, launching the much lighter man out of the ring. Connecting with an extremely stiff heel to the face of the Heartstopper, Rieger began his assault as the recovering Kalevala rolled to the side of the ring, cradling his shoulder and neck. Reaching maniacally into his trunks, the Freak mounted the downed Triple 6 before pulling out a pair of brass knuckles. Getting the drop on a sure-fire hall of famer was one thing, but to display this degree of disrespect was another. Shot after shot, fist after brass knuckled fist, Rieger came down hard onto the Iconoclast's face, busting him wide open. Thankfully for the victor of this match-up, the rising Brandon Hawk soon entered the ring as well, and thrust himself upon Rieger, effectively spearing the man who beat him earlier tonight, right off of Triple 6. Without anyone pounding on him, the dazed Heartstopper slowly rolled over onto his stomach cradling his bleeding face. With a flurry of solid rights, Kamikaze Kid was making short work of Rieger. In a stark contrast to their encounter earlier tonight, it seemed that the Kid was going to get the last laugh. Although this would be short-lived, as the Kid's opponent at Summer of Sin, the Commonwealth Champion Kalevala, connected with a kick to the head, driving his size 13 boot right into the side of Mr. Hawk's skull. Now it seemed that this beat down was about to be Sponsored by the Letter K, as Kalevala began to boot the downed Kamikaze Kid, and the recovering Kyle Rieger began to lay into the bloody Triple 6.

Suddenly however, from the back came the Icon and the Pick! To the rescue soared Triple 6's partner, and the Intercontinental Champion, who would be facing Triple 6's assailant at Summer of Sin! The crowd was roaring in ferocious approval as Vetega and Tom Tyco slid into the ring in stereo; but quickly began to jeer wildly as Sponsored by the Letter K quickly packed up and made their exit. Not liking the odds that would befall them if they stayed put, Kalevala and Kyle Rieger jumped out of the ring as the cavalry arrived, quickly jumping the guard rail and making their way through the frantic audience! It was amazing they didn't get ripped apart, but the sea of smarks out there appreciated the talent and performance of these men. Bracing his arm, and showing signs of the Crossface, Kalevala relied on the crowd security to help him through the ocean of spectators; Kyle The Freak Rieger on the other hand, easily ploughed through the audience.

Back in the ring, Vegeta was checking on Triple 6, as Tom Tyco reached down and helped the beaten Kamikaze Kid back to his feet. The audience was almost in a state of hysteria, as Johnny and Donny had to scream to be heard.


Johnny: I can't believe what those scoundrels did here tonight!

Donny: I know! The Untouchables and Triple 6 just robbed Kalevala of another win!

Johnny: You know that's completely false Donny! And mark my words! What has been done here tonight is going to only add fuel to the fire Donny! Join us this Sunday folks, because at Summer of Sin, there's going to be HELL TO PAY!


~End of Show~


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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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