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Insanity Episode 130; Palacio de Deportes; Mexico City, Mexico
Topic Started: Jun 24 2007, 11:26 PM (858 Views)
The Notorious PIC
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Insanity Episode 130
Palacio de Deportes - Mexico City, Mexico

MAIN EVENT
2/3 Falls Match
Non-Title Match

Tom Tyco vs. Julio Guerrera

Six Man Tag
Traditional Lucha Libre Rules

Vegeta/Triple 6/Piccie Smalls vs. Kalevala/Kyle Rieger/Deception

Tommy Dragon/Showtime vs. Anthony Pelizzoli/Black Dragon

Bman vs. JR Judy

Jeff McKearney vs. Kamikaze Kid vs. El Vibora (Indystar) vs. New York Man

Cruiserweight Title Match
Alex Giltinane © vs Adam Senton

Hardcore Title Match
Razer © vs. Kendo
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(The following takes place before the start of Insanity)

The camera opens in a somewhat dark and smokey room lit by strobelights with loud dance music playing. Hundreds of amazingly gorgeous Latina women are scattered around the place mixed in amongst the celebrities and PWA wrestlers. The occasion for such an event? Piccie Smalls is celebrating his victory at Summer of Sin by renting out one of the finest clubs in all of Mexico. Holding a bottle of Patron tequila, which are literally everywhere seeing that Smalls has purchased a truck load for the party, the newly crowned World Heavyweight Champion approaches the loan cameraman.

Piccie: AWESOME! You made it. I didn't think you'd be able to sneak out that camera from the production crew. Here's your 50 bucks. Oh my god! It's Lindsay Lohan!!!

Piccie Smalls pushes the camera in the direction of the Hollywood Party Girl and sure enough, there she is, completely trashed and dancing on a table while her breasts dangle out of her top. She's too drunk to notice.

Piccie: HAHAHA! Those are so fake. C'mon dude! Everyone's here. All the top stars in the world wanna hang out with the Notorious PIC.

Smalls drags the poor little cameraman around again. Weaving in and out of the crowd, the camera focuses in on the various activities going on at the party. Kamikaze Kid is proving how he got his name at the bar doing a few "kamikaze" shots. Indystar and Lightstar are getting down and dirty on the dancefloor. In a back corner booth, PWA Hardcore Champion Razer is busily working with a couple of other guys. Among the empty drink cups before them are some rolling papers, a zip lock bag with some darkish green contents inside, and a really odd looking "flower vase".

Piccie: What's that smell?

Razer merely looks up with a large smile on his face.

Piccie: Razer! Say something for the camera

Razer: Can I get a minute?

Piccie: Oh...riiiiight.

The camera turns off for a minute or two before coming back on. The room is extra smokey now and Piccie, Razer and even the cameraguy seem to be "happy". Across the room Piccie Smalls sees fellow Untouchable member Anthony Pelizzoli. The Don is enjoying a nice cigar with a lady friend who has seemed to have misplaced her top.

Piccie: TONY!!!!

The Don seems startled and is a little uneasy of Piccie, who is proping his drunkass on top of the Don for support.

Piccie: Lemme tell you, cameradude, this guy Tony...this is the guy...I love this guy.

Smalls stumbles away much to the delight of Pelizzoli. More scenes from the party are seen. Three 6 mafia is on stage performing because what's a cliched big star party without Three 6 Mafia? Donny Thunder is getting a face full of titties in a private booth. Piccie then comes across his old buddy Tommy Dragon at the bar.

Piccie: Tommy!! Yeah...I'm champ now.

Tommy: I know. How about a title shot?

Piccie: Uh...

Piccie hesistates and seems quite uncomfortable at the proposition of having to defend his title.

Piccie: Yeah! A tequila shot! Barkeep! Get this man a shot!

The World Heavyweight champion quickly makes an exit but stumbles into Triple 6 along the way.

Triple 6: Oh, it's you. Congrats on winning the title.

Piccie: Thanks.

Triple 6: Be sure to keep it polished for me. I'll be expecting it back soon...

Piccie: Uh...ok?

Now Smalls is really uneasy. He has already met two people gunning for his title within seconds of each other. Perhaps being champion isn't the big party he thought it was going to be.....
























...NONSENSE!!! Mini-Julio and Mini-Bman just entered a stripper riding contest! SWEET!!! Piccie douses the stripper in tequila to make her nice and moist.



The camera fades out just as the midgets mount the stripper and the Insanity intro begins
HALL OF SMALLS

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Praise be to Piccie!!! The greatest of all time




PWA ACCOMPLISHMENTS
Champion of the Universe
World Champion
2007 Three Hours of Power Winner
Intercontinental Champion
European Champion (greatest ever)
Tag Team Champion (w/ Tommy Dragon)
Hardcore Champion(2)
Fastest rising star in PWA History; retired as #1
Career record upon retirement: 34-10-1
Future Hall of Famer :shifty
Winner of all the 2005 awards by default (polls deemed racist by NAACP)
Winner of all the 2007 awards by default (voting once again deemed racist by NAACP)
Best RPer because I kick ass
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Indystar
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The scene opens with Mitchell Cole, standing in front of the Insanity interview backdrop, standing next to someone, who is standing outside of the camera's view. Looking uncormfortable, Mitch waits for the cue to start the interview

Cole: Mtichell Cole here, with.....not the Indystar, but someone completely different

The camera pans to the right to the Indystar, wearing a snake-oriented luchadore mask and a long leggged singlet that Eddie Guerrero wore in the mid 90s in WCW...only in the opposite colors (red and white). Much of the older wrestling fans reconize the mask and especially the tight

Cole: Ladies and Gentlemen, for the first time in...ten years?...El Vibora!!

Vibora: Hola todos. El Víbora aquí, se prepara para mostrar México lo que lucha verdadera es. Soy emocionado Sr.Col, y yo estoy listo para GOLPEAR y hundir mis colmillos en la carne de mis adversarios

Cole: uh...ok, What is your game plan against Jeff McKearney, Kamikaze Kid and New York Man?

Vibora: El Víbora no está asustada del retraso irlandés, McKearney; y el cabrito del Kamikaze es justo mojó también en el oído para luchar con El Víbora. Ahora el hombre de Nueva York, Indystar lo ha derrotado y por eso, sospecho que no tendré ningún apuro que gana este fósforo.

Cole: Well good luck tonight

Vibora: Gracias Sr.Cole

The scene changes to the next match

OoC: I used two different translation websites so if it doesn't make sense, try to make sense of Vibora's comments
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Yeah, Yeah. The bible says alot of things....and not very clearly
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Bman
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The familiar garbage truck drives by the arena, once again. It is quite battered from that explosion last week, but it got here. It stops at the curb this time. Suddenly, the camera cuts to ringside.

Donny: WHY ARE WE FORCING OUR FANS TO LOOK AT AN EMPTY RING?

Red pyro explode on the stage, and the same garbage truck we just saw appears from the smokey wake.

Donny: IT'S SOME KIND OF MAGICAL GARBAGE TRUCK.

Johnny: Wait, this is a night show. That was clearly mid afternoon. The sun was nearly above the truck.

Donny: Stfu or I'll back rake you.

Johnny: Noted.

The truck backs down the ramp, right up to the ring. The cloaked fellow gets out. He has a black fabric over his face which allows him to see out but nobody else to see in and see who he is. He is, however, of short stature.

He presses the button, triggering the truck's hydraulics. The large door opens, revealing a bunch of garbage, including the latest entry into the PWA videogame series, PWA Madness-no-More 3. He pushes the trash out, and it all looks relatively clean and new, other than the decomposed, flimsy body which we can only assume is Bman.

*CROWD CHEERS*

The garbage truck drives away after it has dumped Bman. No, it had no driver. It is magic.

The cloaked figure drags the decomposing body to the back. The only thing that tells us it is Bman is the relatively unscathed mask. Relatively because it does have cracks and chips all over.

And blood around the mouth.
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Anthony Pelizzoli
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The scene opens with Anthony "The Don" Pelizzoli. He is wearing a blue pinstripe Armani suite with a Armani yellow shirt underneath. He is sitting on the leather couch in his dressing room, seemingly pondering his fingers waiting for something to occur. Finally after a few seconds of staring at the former Hardcore and Tag Team Champion three knocks are heard on the door. The Don opens the door revealing one of the PWA workers, wearing a lime green polo shirt with the letters PWA in black across the chest.

Worker: Hey Tony, your brother Dan just got here. He is waiting by the side parking lot entrance.

Anthony: Good, its about time his late ass got here. Are the security guards here to escort me down?

Worker: Yes Sir, I have two men ready to guide you to the parking lot.

Anthony: Good, lets go then. Sorry about short notice on the guards, been in some hot water lately.

Worker: Don't worry about it, lets go.

The Don now steps outside the door, closing it behind him. We are left with the voices of Johnny and Donny to sign us off

Johnny: His brother Dan, could that be the mystery man we have been seeing the past two weeks?

Donny: Who cares, what matters is that all this personal crap going on in The Dons life is effecting his in ring performance, he is winless in three weeks and I am loving it.

Johnny: Looks like we will see what happens when The Don gets down there, as for right now we have Alex Giltinane and Adam Senton for the cruiserweight title, thats comming up next!

**OOC - Will do another promo later**
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
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Somewhere past the first half hour mark is when the cameras cuts away from ringside – yet unlike before, the area that appears on screen doesn’t look like anywhere inside the arena. Instead, the cold, damp atmosphere of the parking lot appears to be the setting of this next scene as a rather anxious looking Mario Woosey stands, microphone pasted in his hand.

MARIO: Well ladies and gentlemen; we are still awaiting the arrival of the brand new Pojo Wrestling Alliance World Champion, Piccie Smalls, who is scheduled to arrive here at any moment to conduct his very first interview since his triumphant victory last night.

Right on cue, a black limousine slowly pulls into the parking lot, a vehicle that is quick to generate a mass amount of cheers from the sold out Mexican crowd. But when the chauffer exits the car, when the door is opened and the individual inside steps out, the once positive ambience takes a turn for the worst. Out steps P.Y – and not gradually either. The beastly figure of the former World Champion seems to be on a mission as he storms directly past the camera, marching into the arena with the interviewer soon on his tail.

MARIO: P.Y! Can I get a few words about last night?

Silence. Well, except for the sounds of the Englishman’s heavy footsteps are he continues to stride into the arena. Nonetheless, Woosey is insistent on forcing some kind of response from the behemoth.

MARIO: How do you feel after your loss last night, P.Y?

Once again, not a single word in reply. The back of the Englishman is all that remains in view as he begins to increase his pace, doing all that he can to ignore the words that the interviewer speaks. But once sentence suddenly brings him to a halt.

MARIO: What’s does it feel like to lose the PWA World title for a second time?

P.Y soon grinds to a standstill, his pause being enough for the camera crew to catch him up. Perhaps he is trying to calm himself down, his eyes lead towards the ceiling as his cavernous chest takes a giant deep breath. For a few moments he does nothing, yet any ideas of trying to bring himself down to a tranquil are soon discarded.

P.Y: Let me ask you a question, Mario - When will you learn to shut your mouth? Do you need a lifeline? 50-50? Phone a friend, perhaps? F**k it, I’ll give you the answer for free – you’ll only learn to shut your mouth when somebody teaches you how.

What happens next takes not only those in the equation off guard, but so too the crowd. Snatching from the hands of the cameraman, the English Monster grabs the electronic device from its operator, turning the lens to zoom in upon the face of Mario Woosey. Or so it would seem. When the image of the interview only becomes a blur, his head connecting with the object with a violent crack and a scream, it’s obvious this is no poor camera work from the Englishman – it’s a cold-blooded attack, plain and simple. Mario stumbles to the ground, his hands, doing their best to keep his fragile skull together – another blow directly to his face, however, soon has him lying flat upon the concrete floor. The image of his unconscious visage once again takes up the screen as one final shot to the man’s face breaks the seal, splits the surface of his flesh to allow the juices to flow, all over the barely in tact glass lens. Now packed with a crimson filter, the English Monster quickly turns the camera to face himself, his eyes darting all over the place. Nostrils flaring, teeth on display, he appears unsure on what to do – or in fact what he’s done – simply dropping the device to the ground below. He appears to stand still for a few moments, but he soon turns around and continues his journey down the corridor as a rather shocked crowd are drawn back to the ring, the next match now about to get underway.

(OOC: Didn't exactly seem as great as the original idea did, but I typed it, end of story >_>)
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As Insanity comes from a commercial the scene cuts to the locker room of Razer. The Junkie is seen sitting in a chair, looking to something out of the camera's view.

"So what made you decide to come to me for help?"

A few seconds pass and no response is heard leaving many fans to wonder if the Hardcore Champion is currently on an acid trip and believes there to be someone in the room when there really isn't. Suddenly a familiar yet time-warped voice begins to speak to the veteran from off camera.

"You see, Razer, the two of us are not all that uncommon. In character, for this company, you portray a fun-loving, easy-going drug and alcohol abuser. Whether these fans realize it or not, that really is who you are behind the scenes as well. But what few people were ever able to realize about me is that I too became a drug and alcohol abuser in the past. I would wake up in the morning, smoke a J, drink a few beers, hop in my car and drive to wherever it was that the PWA needed me to be. But as time went on, it became apparent that I couldn't live that exact lifestyle that you choose to live. You see, Razer, you've done this all your life. Drugs and alcohol are a part of you, there's no denying it. But for me, I grew up in this industry being known as one of the most hard working and dedicated young men ever to choose this career along his path through life. At the age of 17 I already had been given contract offers to work for nationally-based wrestling promotions. By 21, I had it made. I was working for the Pojo Wrestling Federation and within 6 months of my arrival I was already recognized as not only one of their top draws, but one of the most talented workers on the roster."

The man off camera pauses for a moment, wanting to collect his thoughts.

"But then the day came that it all just became too much. My body had been through too much, I had given to much to the fans, too much to this company, and I put too much money in the pocket of the man who owns it. And at the end of it all what did I have to show for? I was 24 years old and forced to walk away from it all. Since then I've had 2 shoulder surgeries, 4 on my right knee, once on my back, and I've spent thousands of hours in rehab correcting a drug and alcohol abuse problem. Now I'm 28 years old, 4 of the best years of my life thrown away because of what I allowed this company to put me through."

Before the voice can continue talking Razer jumps in and stops him.

"Ok...so what exactly is it we have in common. I'm a junkie and take pride in being a drug abuser and an alcoholic, you've spent thousands of hours to get over that same "problem." Where is the common ground?"

"I thought you'd never ask, Pete. You see, there is one thing we hold very much the same feelings toward. There is a man in this company, or should I say, a man who owns this company, this both you and I hold a passionate hatred for. And it is that hatred that will allow us to once again reach the top of this company. That is, of course, if you are willing to join forces with me."

The junkie ponders for a moment the decision that has laid in front of him. After a few seconds of deliberating a grin shoots across the face of the Hardcore Champion as he extends his hand out. A hand reaches from out of the view of the camera to shake the junkie's. The shot reveals the tattoo of an African King Cobra on his arm. The camera man tilts the camera up revealing the unknown voice to belong to none other than former PWA and PWF superstar, Killer Cobra!
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The players were in place, the audience was comfortably resting in stoic anticipation, and the stage was set. This wide and universal theatre from which we all draw our breaths, did indeed present more woeful pageants than those the crowd were witness to. For beyond the kayfabe shroud of the gorilla position somewhere deep within the catacombs of the arena, would be another valuable and heartfelt message, Sponsored by the Letter K. The Pojotron suddenly awoke from its slumber, and projected those words out into the eyes of millions. The familiar, smooth sounding voice over that accompanied those words were just finishing, as the scene began to fade into a very peculiar backstage area. To be sure this was not a magnificently decorated throne room, located in a Dutch castle in Elsinore, but rather a very cleverly disguised television set. This was made painfully evident by the visible boom-mic and snack table that had somehow made their way into plain sight. Despite the complete absence of suspended disbelief, the throne room was surprisingly detailed and well equipped with the finest silks, silver, and golden-guilded throne one had ever laid eyes upon. Fit for even the King of Kings.

After a few short moments of a delightful musical interlude comprising of classical Harpsichord, Violin, and Cello, the first actor to saunter his way onto the scene, completely garbed up in the finest Elizabethan stylings with all the royal accoutrements one could imagine; including powdered wig, hose, doublet, cartwheel ruff, and a rather unfashionable codpiece, was none other than our very own, Kyle "The Freak" Rieger. Seeming to be quite unconfortable in his unusual attire, the Freak awkardly positioned himself in the center of the stage. Turning to someone standing out of the shot, he could be heard whispering that this "entire thing is ludicrous", but, being urged on by, presumably, another actor waiting in the wings, the Freak pushed on. Not arriving on stage empty handed, the Freak was brandishing a scroll of sorts, and a small satchel held at his side with a strap over his shoulder. Clearing his throat with a blistering bustle, the Freak proceeded to unravel the expensive looking prop, and begin his announcement with a very un-natural pattern of delivery.

Kyle Rieger: Lords and Ladies of the court, I bequeth thee to lend me thine ears. To lose and neglect the creeping hours of time is as futile as the howling of irish wolves against the moon, there is nothing in name that smells sweeter than the flower of victory, and therefore without further adieu, may I introduce to you the one and only, his royal highness, the King of the Commonwealth, Kalevala!

To the flourish of uninspired trumpets, entered the King of the Commonwealth himself, attired in only the finest faux fur robes that the royal purse could afford. Brandishing a 5 foot septer in one hand, and the Title in his other, the lavishly decored Commonwealth King took his position on his throne. Struggling to find himself amidst the seemingly endless folds of his royal robe, the King was quick to become accustomed to not knowing where he was. After about a minute of awkward shuffling amidst a sea of silence, the Kennin King finally settled down, and cleared his throat in his own right. Brandishing an awful British accent, the King to address his people.

Kalevala: Let it be known that on this day, it has been proclaimed by the royal proclaimer, that I, Kalevala of Kennin, hast been proclaimed the World's Greatest Commonwealth Champion, that ever was, is, or will be! PROCLAIM IT FAR AND WIDE!

Directly on cue, or perhaps having missed a previous line in an oscar-worthy script, the Lord Rieger pronounced his following statement clear as the bell which knolls the faithful to church.

Lord Rieger: LET IT BE KNOWN THAT THE MAN BEFORE YOU SHALL HENCEFORTH BE KNOWN TO THOSE FAR AND WIDE, AS THE GREATEST COMMONWEALTH CHAMPION IN THE HISTORY OF TIME ITSELF, AND WILL FOREVER REMAIN SO, UNTIL THE STARS FALL FROM THE SKY. Ahem. It is now the wish of the King to pronounce his decree.

Apparently a fan of the Doors, Lord Rieger ended his statement with a wonderful bow. Without much revelry, the King Kalevala raised his God-like voice up again, to address his beloved subjects.

Kalevala: Gentlewomen and Gentlemen, Duchesses and Dukes, Pards and Pardesses? Ermh, welcome to our table! As has been known for quite sometime, I am the most talented, most charismatic, and most handsome being ever to grace the grounds of PWA. Let it be known to all, that this day marks the point where I take my place in the history books! This is the day that I have accomplished the unaccomplishable! I have beaten everyone and everything that ever posed a threat to my precious piece of Gold. That is right, there are no longer any challenges for me, for my greatness has exceeded all others. What I should rightfully do is retire the title, for there are no greater feats possible, and for its own sake, to preserve its integrity, it should be placed on high, out of reach from all you grovelling peasants out there. However, whose to say I am not a benevolent King! Have we not learned to live together in relative peace and harmony? I would think so. And therefore, I shall grant the Commonwealth Scum here in PWA one more chance, and only one. You see that delightful satchel of goodness strapped onto Lord Rieger of Windcago's shoulder? Within it are three scrolls. Three scrolls that I intend to bestow upon the three most deserving candidates in the eyes of myself, and my kingdom. Included on the scroll is an invitation, much like the golden tickets of Willy Wonka Fame. Much like those tickets, there are only a few out there...however unlike those tickets, these scrolls are both a) more expensive, and b) are not a reward for obesity, but rather for hard work, grit, and determination. In the coming weeks Commonwealthers, my eyes will be drawn to the noblest warriors amongst thou. There is much to be won, for the scrolls contain an invitation to a Fourway Dance. Let's see what you got.

As these words escaped Kalevala mouth, the trumpets sounded, and the scene faded to black for a few moments, before a red K appeared on the screen.

Voice Over: The following announcement was brought to you by the letter K.
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We are in a boiler room. It is wooden and powered by underpaid workers walking in circles, pushing levers. And children shoveling coal into a burner. The camera pans to the person of interest.

Cloaked figure: See this, ladies and gentlemen? This is the missing piece. The missing piece of Bman's mask. He is drawn to it, yet can be controlled through it. He would hate for this piece to fall into the wrong wood chipper. It is, afterall, the source of his power.

*CROWD CHEERS... then they become confused*

Cloaked figure: That's right. The source of his power as a deceased, living... no wait. Living dead man. Yeah. The source of his power is this chip out of his mask. Talentless Hack did a whole summoning thing last time. This time, I took the direct route. I took some of his mask. This mask is all he has left. He needs it to leave this plain. Complete.

*CROWD HAS A MIXED REACTION*

Cloaked figure: Goodbye. We will see(k and destroy) you tonight, JR Judy. See you later. Zom-B-Man will reign over this promotion, once again. In life, and in death, this being is a juggernaut. Bitch. Oh yeah, I'll reveal my identity, too. Later. Pce.

The cameras goes back to ringside.
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The screen faded from black to the northern corridor of the arena where the PWA was currently set. Mexico was not the favourite spot of Edward Windsor. He had no reason to hate it, he had never been there, but he did and it showed. His face was now plastered on the screens across the arena, his nose scrunched up, his eye brow raised higher than the other... a real wanna-be-royalty. It was a close up on his face that was shaped like a kid with tourette's syndrome having a spasm. He held his tongue, he was silent. Soon, words were spoken, not by him but by every member of the crowd, all the little Mexicans that paid their entire, two Paso life savings to get into this match. They booed, they jeered him on to say something, stop with the annoying silence. He did not respond. His face was just scrunched. The booing got louder and louder until he said a word.

K.E.: SHUT THE FUCK UP!

His voice was deep and had a royal accent to it. The camera pulled back revealing him in a suit with a wet sleeve. He held his hand upwards and away from his body. His face grew even angrier as he looked at his hand and back to the camera, his hand to the camera... over and over again. He resembled an epileptic who had too much fun with anime... if you know what I mean. He swallowed and began.

K.E.: This is to whoever decided that it would be funny to put the new guy’s tie in the toilette.

The crowd laughed hysterically.

K.E.: Nothing about that is funny. I know you Mexicans can’t appreciate a dollar but this one was 45 pounds, that’s 90 dollars and too many Paso’s to count. I swear that when I find out who did this, I am going to take a long, wet sausage and beat the hell out of you. For now, I am off to eat my scones.

He departed with one last movement, cocking his head forward and upwards as if to signify toughness when all he signified was a retard. He seemed to have given some clues to a weird, sexual fantasy involving wet ties and wet sausages... The scene went to the next match.
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The scene now opens, the fans again seeing Anthony "The Don" Pelizzoli walking through the parking lot. The requested body guards were now on each of his shoulders, following each of his steps attentively. As The Don continued to walk in search of his brother a giant crowd comes in to view, surrounding a large ambulance. The Don runs to the crowd as quickly as he could, his dress shoes somewhat slowing him down. As he reaches the crowd and pushes his way through a man who looks identical to himself but with less muscle mass is seen lying on the floor, blood spilling from the back of his head. The Don now falls to one knee beside what we can only assume is his brother. He now begins to ask questions to the medical workers, who try to answer the questions quickly without taking attention away from the task at hand.

Anthony(visably shaken): How did this happen?

Paremedic: He was hit several times with a blunt object at the back of the head, possibly a baseball bat.

Anthony: Will he be ok?

Paremedic: He will be fine we just have to secure his neck and get him to the hospital as soon as posible.

Anthony now stands, looking around in disbelief. As his head drops in a shaken fashion his eyes come upon a note beside the blood. He reads the note with wide open eyes, cursing under his breath. Almost as quickly as The Don picks up this note Mitchell Cole is on the scene, ready for some questions.

Mitchell: Anthony, obviously this is your brother in critical condition, how do you feel?

The question is met with an empty response as The Don continues to look around as if his soul has escaped him

Mitchell: Well what was on the note? Is it personal? Is it from the mystery man we have been seeing the past few weeks?

Anthony first coils up at the thought of the man but then replys with a cold voice

Anthony: Yeah, it is from that son of a bitch...

Mitchell: Anthony... Wait!

Before Mitchell can ask another question The Don is back at his brothers side.

Paremedic: Will you be joining him in the ambulance?

Anthony: I cant, I am in a match today.

Paremedic: Ok we need to get this going quickly.

His brother is raised into the ambulance, the doors slamming and the sirens quickly going off. The emergeny vehicle quickly drives off. The scene ends with The Don standing there and Johnny and Donny once more signing us off.

Johnny: Well The Don looks pretty shaken, I'm sure he will be taking out some frustrations in his match tonight.

Donny: Haha, I'm sure this poor basterds loosing streak will just continue...
PWA Accomplishments
PWA Commonwealth Champion (1)
PWA Tag Team Champion (1) (w/ Black Dragon)
PWA Hardcore Champion (1)
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Top 6 in Wrestlefest Rumble 2007
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The scene opens, the fans erupt in loud and obnoxious boos as Adam Senton walks around the parking lot he has a look on his face only seen one other time. The other time was when he was about to fight for the hardcore title. This week he is facing off with "the Natural" Alex Gilitane, or better known as the cruiserweight champion. Of course, the last time Adam had a cruiserweight title show was at PWA Pojocade 5 against Indystar. That very match, he lost something close and dear to his young heart. His lucadore mask. He had made a deal with Indystar that he would let him have his match this week if he lost, sure enough Indy won, thus his mask was taken off for the first time in Pojo Wrestling Alliance history. A flag is flying over head, it is at half mass for the recent loss of the Benoit family. The flag is not American, Canadian hell not even Mexican as you may have guessed in Mexico city, it is in fact a PWA flag. The wind ripples against the flag and it whipped back and forth, back and forth as the crowd waits, anxiously for what the young man will say.

Senton:Damas y Caballero! We are here, finally the PWA has come back to Mexico city! I may not have been born here but trust me when I say this, I have deeper roots than most PWA wrestler here. And finally I get to my opponent tonight. His name is Alex Gilitanane he is another PWA jobber standing in my way... to eternal glory! Alex, if your watching this, which I know you are, let me tell you one thing there, champ. That title that you have so tight around your waist... you better do whatever you can to remember that title because you have one more night! You did do something I couldn't do in January, that is beat the Indystar. You see, Indy beat me at Pojocade when I was still immature, however now I am mature and am going to do what I couldn't do back in January win the cruiserweight title!

The crowd gives this a large mixed reaction as the scene fades.
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*PWA insanity returns from commercial with a shot of Johnny and Donny at the broadcast booth.*

Johnny: Don't forget fans, still to come, our main event. A six man tag, Lucha Libre Rules, The Untouchables, new world champion Piccie Smalls, tag team champions Triple Six and Vegeta, will be taking on Sponsored by the Letter K, Kyle “The Freak” Rieger and The King of Commonwealth Kalevala, and former world champion Deception.

Donny: And folks earlier tonight Marco Polo Woosey caught up to Sponsored by The Letter K as they made their way into the arena.

*The Pojotron lights up with a camera on Mario, he's standing near the back entrance to the arena. Just then like a blaze of fire a red lowrider convertible comes in and nearly hits the interviewer. The men inside honk the horn and La Cucaracha begins to play. Mario peers over at the occupants of the car and its none other than his usual tormentors Kalevala, driving, and Kyle Rieger slumped over in the passenger's seat. Kalevala elbows his partner, and Kyle awakes from his slumber. Both men get out of the car and begin to gather their things from the trunk. Mario looks puzzled and walks over to the men.*

Mario: Excuse me, Kal, Kyle, what are you guys doing here.

Kalevala: Hmmm, we're PWA wrestlers, this is PWA Insanity, we have a match tonight. I'd suspect that we are coming to the arena.

Mario: No, I mean what is Kyle doing here. I heard he wasn't cleared to wrestle after his brutal loss to Tom Tyco last night.

*Kyle peers back over his shoulder.*

Kyle: What did you say?

Mario: Well your match with Tom Tyco last night was just a brutal encounter, both men bleeding, the chain. You had one hell of a match, but I just heard you were injured badly, and you weren't cleared to come wrestle tonight. You weren't even allowed to fly.

*Kyle pulls out a pack of smokes from his shorts pocket, grabs a lighter from inside the car, lights up his smoke, and begins to talk.*

Kyle: I wasn't cleared to wrestle, I wasn't cleared to fly, all that is is jibber jabber, and bullshit. Here's my story Marcellus, last night I fought the fight of my life. My partner had to throw in the towel for me, despite my wishes against it, so that I wouldn't be hurt any worse. Looking back on it I appreciate the gesture, because he saved me from being unable to wrestle tonight. No fly orders, hmm hard to follow those when you have a private jet isn't it. Here's what happened, I'm in my hospital bed, Kalevala gives me a call from his hotel room saying that we were scheduled to fight the Untouchables on tonights show. But since I was hurt they were going to have to change the match. I called the jet, checked myself out of the hospital, got a hotel room, and Kalevala and I flew down this morning. Its funny, I get my chance, I get my shot to get my hands on the man who is single handedly destroying this company. Then they think they have to cancel it because I am injured. Vegeta, look into my eyes, It would take a hell of a lot more than this to keep me away from fighting you. I've fought through more pain, bigger injuries, and I've come out on top. You don't have a chance with me, I'm going to take your ancient ass to the new school of wrestling, I'm going to show you the past, the present, and the future of profession wrestling.

Mario: Well what about Tom Tyco?

*Kalevala turns around to discuss the topic at hand.*

Kalevala: Tom Tyco, this war that you've had with Kyle Rieger isn't over. You mess with one member of Sponsored by the Letter K, you have to deal with the other. And I just look at you right now, parading around with a belt that shouldn't be around your waist. I'm a true champion, I can actually hold onto my belt without losing it.

Kyle: I'm done with Tom Tyco, there are bigger problems, bigger evils, bigger fights to deal with right now. I've still got all the Untouchables to deal with. Vegeta and Triple Six, I've got to ask once again, where is our shot. If you want to be technical about it that's fine, Julio Guererra and I lost the tag team titles to Black Dragon and The Don. Now since I was technically tag team champion, I technically do deserve a match against the new champions. Instead you guys got it, and since Julio and I aren't tagging anymore, I guess that shot would go to me and Kalevala. So guys, MAN THE FUCK UP, and give us our shots.

Mario: Kyle are you sure you should be here tonight, seriously, you don't sound well.

*Kyle takes a few steps toward the interviewer*

Kyle: Well, I don't sound well. Well let me tell you something Mario, I've been a wrestler since I was nineteen years old. In my whole career, I've jumped off a third story building, a twenty five foot ladder, I've been in hardcore matches, cage matches, ladder matches, submission matches, iron man matches, last man standing matches, battle royals, royal rumbles, I even fought in WARGAMES. I've had bulging disks, ruptured disks, broken noses, this has been my tenth concussion. I've broken nearly every bone in my body. P.Y. nearly broke my back, and then did the same to my girlfriend. Steele snapped my knee cap in half. Fuck I've been bent out of shape, put out of matches, and god fucking dammit I still got up and fought again. I'm a tough, crazy, insane, stupid, mother fucker. I wouldn't miss my chance to take on the Newly undeserving World Champion Pick your nose, Smalls, The Shame of Chicago, The Mark of The Beast, and of course, THE ICON, THE LEGEND, THE SHOW STOPPER, THE MAIN EVENT, THE BOSS, THE OWNER, THE MAN WHO PAYS THE BILLS, THE GUY WHO PUT THAT MONEY INTO THIS WRESTLING COMPANY THING SO WE GET PAID BY HIM BECAUSE OF THE PROFITS HE MAKES, THE VINCE MCMAHON, THE TED TURNER, THE VERNE GAGNE, THE FRITZ VON ERICH, THE JIM CROCKETT, THE JERRY JARRETT, THE GEORGE WASHINGTON, THE GEORGE W BUSH, THE CEO, THE HBK RIPOFF, THAT GUY WHO THE FANS ALL CALL, GOKU. No wait that's not it, PICCOLO, no dammit that's not it, TRUNKS, GOHAN, ROSHI, FUCK, oh yeah VEGETA, that's it. I said before I'm not going to miss a chance at taking you out. TONIGHT WILL BE FULL OF GOOD TIMES, AND GREAT MEMORIES, and I WILL THE MASTER OF DISASTER, CLASSIC KYLE RIEGER DADDY. We aren't here just to fight, we're here to destroy. Vegeta, I'm ready to take you for a ride down Reality Street, to show you what life is really like. Now excuse us, we have a coronation to attend to.

AND THAT IS ALL THE PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW.

*Kyle and Kalevala finish grabbing their bags and walk to the entrance. Mario is just left alone pondering what Kyle is talking about*
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The cameraman placed backstage looks down the lens of his devise to see a lonely Mitchell Cole, turning around as if expecting the arrival of one of many top-notch superstars at tonight’s event. He wears a robins egg blue button-down - judging by the double pocket, from Walmart - and some stereotypically denim-colored jeans. After a moment or two in silence, he looks down on his blue plastic watch from Modell’s before he is joined by everyone’s favorite grizzled veteran/young submissionist tag team that doesn’t happen to be Sponsored by the Letter K. I am of course referring to the incomparable Tommy Dragon and the incommensurable Showtime; Heaven and Hell. Their technically-savvy half has his forehead hidden under the hood of his white ring jacket, the red streaks at the sides his way of showing of the team colors. His close friend has done the opposite, though he wears a vest rather than the heavier, more decorative - and just better looking - ring jacket of his counterpart. Seeing no one else better to interview, Mitchell decides he might as well get a few words out of these two.

Mitchell Cole: I’m here with Showtime and Tommy Dragon, who tonight will face the former World Tag Team Champions in Anthony Pelizzoli and Black Dragon. What are your…

Showtime: Hold on a minute Cole, who are we facing?

Mitchell Cole: Black Dragon and Anthony Pelizzoli, the former champions.

Showtime: Who the hell teamed them up?

The Boston Bad-ass turns to face his partner, who returns the brawler’s confused gaze by pointing his eyes towards the ceilings daydreaming.

Showtime: Isn’t Anthony part of The Untouchables?

This brings The Hotshot back to reality, scratching his concealed cranium while he answers.

Tommy Dragon: Yeah, I think he is. I’ve never see him mentioned in the others’ promos and shit though.

Showtime: Really? I saw him in a few early on.

Mitchell Cole: Guys.

The interviewer is obviously flustered by their back and forth, his annoyance rising as the seem to ignore him

Tommy Dragon: Yeah, mine.

Showtime: Oh, poor Anthony.

Mitchell Cole: Guys.

Tommy Dragon: Yeah, nice guy too.

Mitchell Cole: GUYS!

Tommy Dragon: What?

Showtime: Hey, where’s Mario? Did we move up the interview ladder?

Mitchell Cole: No, P.Y killed him.

Heaven and Hell: BENOIT’D.

After opening their mouths, both members of the tandem tilt their heads down cross their chests, Tommy going so far as to wipe away and tear before pointing towards the heavens. Showtime pounds his fist near his heart before raising it to the air to symbolize his respect for the fallen Canuck.

Tommy Dragon: Now the healing process may begin.

Showtime: At least until Malenko goes.

Mitchell Cole: Well…we know your thoughts about The Don, but what about Black Dragon?

Heaven and Hell look over at Mitchell, despite his position between them they had actually forgotten he was there; holding up his microphone as usual.

Showtime: Black Dragon’s been given a lot of shit backstage, but lately he’s definitely picked up his game.

Tommy Dragon: Yeah, me and Show have dealt with him - and we’ve come to a conclusion.

They nod before continuing their theory.

Showtime: In a way, each of us has a Black Dragon to face.

Tommy Dragon: For some, shyness might be their Black Dragon. For others, a lack of education might be their Black Dragon.

Showtime: For us, Black Dragon is a big, dangerous man who wants to kill us.

Tommy Dragon: But as sure as my name is Tommy Dragon, the people of PWA can conquer their own personal Black Dragon, who also happens to be the actual Black Dragon!

At that exact moment, Tommy Dragon pulls back his hood to reveal an oversized black and white laced sombrero that should have been impossible to conceal beneath his leather ring jacket.

Mitchell Cole: How’d you?

Showtime: Don’t ask.

Tommy Dragon: I could have sworn I’ve heard that rant from somewhere before.

Showtime: You didn’t.

The New Yorker doesn’t waste time arguing, he just shakes his head in agreement before pointing off camera with the intent on leaving this segment.

Showtime: Alright dude, let’s bounce.

Tommy Dragon: Word, my nigger.

The Patron Saint throws the prop hat away, watching as it crashes into something to make a rather over-exaggerated clank in the background. Shortly afterwards, some random breaking glass can he heard for no apparent reason. Both members of Heaven and Hell stroll away from the camera, whistling the tune to “My Little Buttercup”.


(OORP: My tribute to Mexican cinema. <_<)
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After Bman's victory over JR Judy, with his theme music still playing in the background, the camera cuts to the commentators, Johnny and Donny.

Johnny: What a win for Bman. I can't wait to see what else he does.

Donny: Whatever, I expected this, and it kinda sucked.

Johnny: Well, on a different note, as many of you may know, at Summer of Sin, AleXtreme literally took a suicide dive, a Moonsault, in order to finish of Jeff. McKearney was able to move out of the way just in the nick of time, and AleXtreme's neck snapped off of the steps.

Donny: One of my favorite moments of the night!

Johnny: As sickening as it may be, we are going to show you that distrubing footage again. I must warn you though, it may be a little violent for the younger viewers.

All attention goes to the Pojotron as they show the footage of AleXtreme's brave Moonsault attempt. They seem to show special attention right when AleXtreme's head landed on the steps, and his neck starting to snap. They then show him being carried off on a stretcher later, unconcious and wearing a neck brace. The camera goes back and focuses on Johnny and Donny again.

Donny: That gets better everytime I see it!

Johnny: Just shut up, Don. You may want to stop yapping for a bit, because right now we are going to be joined by AleXtreme via Satellite Feed!

Donny: I'll go to sleep for that part.

The Pojotron once again flares up with AleXtreme's image, this time laying in a hospital bed, wearing a neck brace. He sits up a bit to look at the camera, then beins to speak.

AleXtreme: Let me first say this is not a live feed. I'm sorry, but I don't have the time to do that tonight.

The fans look a bit disappointed that they can't see a live feed of the heroic AleXtreme

AleXtreme: Not to worry, though, I do have time right now to talk. I first want to say, congratulations, Jeff. You finally beat me. All it took was me nearly breaking my neck to do it. I know you must be watching this, a smile on your face. I can't say I wouldn't do the same if you and I were in opposite positions, but the point is, you now think you're better than me because of that one victory with my rules. You're not. It took luck to beat me. When I'm able to get back into that ring, you better be sure that I will kick your ass up and down the arena.

The fans cheer as the rants from AleXtreme keep on coming.

AleXtreme: Oh, and I bet you all, especially Jeff, are wondering the exact extent of damage I have suffered. Well, the damage hasn't affected any of my nerves, so I'll be back in the ring next week!

The fans cheer as loudly as possible after hearing the good news.

AleXtreme: I'm assuming the fans are cheering right now. Heh, well, perhaps I should've been booked today. I'm feeling, just, so damn good. . .

AleXtreme rolls of his bed, landing on his feet. He begins to walk around a bit, showing everyone that he perfectly fine. As the fans cheer AleXtreme on, they notice another figure has entered the room where AleXtreme is, and has a steel chair at hand. The fans gasp as they realize it is Jeff McKearney.

Jeff: So, I didn't finish the job, eh? Well, this should!

Jeff swings the chair at his defenseless rival, striking him right in the head. The chair bends over the shape of AleXtreme's skull, and knocks the Extreme One down to the floor. He is unconcious and bleeding.

Jeff: Well, I guess you're not going to be back for a while.

The fans boo the young Irishman for his dispicable actions. Then, as cocky as he his, Jeff has the balls to say his next comments with pride.

Jeff: Your winner, ONCE again, Jeff, McKearney!

Jeff throws the chair down and quickly exits the room. A few seconds later, medical staff comes into the room to help AleXtreme out. The camera focuses on AleXtreme's bloody face once again before going to a commercial break.

OOC: If you don't like the way I used your character, Jeff, I'll gladly change it to your likings.
monpetit45 (11:43:45 AM): So....if you're the Father of DBZ....does that make you Vegeta's daddy?
Fat Hero F DBZ (11:43:56 AM): LMAO!
Fat Hero F DBZ (11:44:05 AM): I never thought of it that way.
Fat Hero F DBZ (11:44:28 AM): VEGETA...CUM TO DADDY


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The scene opens up to the figure of the upper body of a man dressed in a dark robe of sorts, a hood on his head, masking his face in shadow. The room around him has no light at all, and is nearly pitch-black. The only thing visible inside of the hood are 2 dark red lights, representing the evil the man is radiating. The camera slowly starts to creep into the hood, getting closer and closer to the eyes. An erie wind begins to blow in the background, and fog begins to appear in front of the view of the camera. The camera then picks up the pace of its zooming, going faster and faster into the shadows. Suddenly, it zooms one final time, quickly into one of the evil red eyes. A loud, monsterous scream is heard in the background, and the scene turns to total darkness. Then, a white message appears on the screen.

HE'S RETURNING:

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