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The Untouchables vs. Kalevala/Rieger/Deception; Traditional Lucha Libre Rules
Topic Started: Jun 25 2007, 12:50 PM (544 Views)
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Traditional Lucha Libre Rules

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



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Deception
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Deception enters.

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Kyle Rieger
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*The arena is silent, the fans eagerly awaiting the next match, interview, promo, or illegal display of hardcore animal pornography. The lights around the arena dim, and turn into a slightly green hue. The loud speakers turn on, a voice is heard over them. Its the gruff voice of Mickey Roark, as the character Marv from Sin City*

Marv: Hell? You don't know what hell is. None of you people do. Hell isn't getting beat up or cut up or hauled in front of some faggot jury. Hell is waking up every god damn morning and not knowing why you're even here. Why you're even breathing.

*The intro to Stupid MF begins, per usual, the crowd begins to lay on their boos, but there's no Kyle Rieger to be seen, just his music playing.*

I said,
Is it simple enough for you? Does everybody understand? Are you all still following me?
Is it simple enough for you? Does everybody understand? Are you all still, still
Is it simple enough for you? Does everybody understand? Are you all still following me?
Is it simple enough for you? Does everybody understand? Are you all still, still

Should I talk slower like you're a retard?
Should I talk slower like you're retarded?


*The Pojotron flashes, “WE ARE WAR”, and a highlight reel of sorts for Kyle is played. We see multiple incarnations over the years, from homeless bum, to wrestling purist, to cocky bastard. Opponents are shown being locked in The MisTreatMent, Broken with Back Destroyers, Locked in The Lock, Dropped with Good Times, Great Memories, and Crushed with Million Dollar Drops. We see WAR fighting and destroying foes in their path, and Kyle just smiling that same cocky grin. The music stops abruptly though and Clive Owens voice comes over the loud speakers*

Dwight: Its time to prove to your friends that you're worth a damn, sometimes that means dying, sometimes that means killing a whole lot of people.

*New music begins, Iggy Pop and The Stooges Seminal classic Search and Destroy, Kyle Rieger now emerges from the curtain, receiving a hail of boos. He's dressed tonight in a blue ring jacket, a headband with Freak Power written on it, his traditional green singlet which now contains dollar signs all over it, and of course his classic black Chuck Taylors. The Intercontinental title is wrapped around his waist, and he takes every moment possible to point at it and show it off. In his right hand he holds a Haliburton case, in his left is a cigarette. His face is clean shaven, his brown hair is spiked up in an almost demented fashion, and he has an almost crazed look in his eyes He struts down the aisle to the ring, the fans continue their boos, and the music picks up.*

I'm a street walking cheetah
with a hide full of napalm
I'm a runaway son of the nuclear A-bomb
I am a world's forgotten boy
The one who searches and destroys
Honey gotta help me please
Somebody gotta save my soul
Baby detonates for me


Announcer: From the Northwest Suburbs of Chicago Illinois. 6 foot 3 inches tall, and weighing in tonight at a beefy two-hundred-sixty pounds. He is a member of WAR, and your current PWA Intercontinental Champion, KYLE "THE FREAK" RIEGER

*Freak continues his strut to the ring, only pausing to throw out his smoke*

Look out honey, 'cause I'm using technology !
Ain't got time to make no apology
Soul radiation in the dead of night
Love in the middle of a fire fight
Honey gotta strike me blind
Somebody gotta save my soul
Baby penetrates my mind


*Freak pauses outside the ring, points his fingers as if they were guns, and then pretends to shoot each ring post. After shooting each one they erupt into a burst of red flames, and Freak rolls into the ring. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle, looks around at the fans, and raises his title in the air, leading to a chorus of boos.*

And I'm the world's forgotten boy
The one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy
And honey I'm the world's forgotten boy
The one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy
Forgotten boy, forgotten boy
Forgotten boy said
hey forgotten boy


*Freak opens up his Haliburton case, locks the title in it, and hands it to the ring attendant. He then removes his jacket and headband, folds them neatly, and gives them to the attendant as well He follows that up by doing his warm up stretches, neck rolls, and then bounces off the ropes repeatedly for no reason.*


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

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

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

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

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

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Piccie Smalls
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Hypnotize by the Notorious BIG plays and out comes Piccie Smalls, drinking some last minute alcoholic beverages and playing up to the crowd. The drunkard rolls underneath the bottom rope and prepares for his match.

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Triple 6
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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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Vegeta
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With the entire card almost in the books, we find ourselves down to the very last match of the evening. As the fans sit and await the arrival of The Icon, they wait no longer as In the End by Linkin Park hits the PA system!

It starts with one thing,
I don't know why?
It doesn't even matter how hard you try.
Keep that in mind,
I designed this rhyme to explain in due time,
All I know,
Time is a valuable thing.
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings,
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away,
It's so unreal.
Didn't look out below,
Watch the time go right out the window,
Trying to hold on, but didn't even know,
Wasted it all just to watch you gooo...

Announcer: Weighing in at two hundred and forty-six pounds, standing at six feet three inches tall, he resides in New Jersey. He is The Icon, The Showstopper, he is...VEGETA!!!

Emerging from behind the curtain, Vegeta stands tall as the sold out crowd shows him their support, cheering and clapping for him as loud as they can. With his normal ring attire, the lime green shirt with "The Icon" enscipted upon it with the black spandex shorts and the black and lime boots, The Showstopper struts his stuff as he walks down the ramp, enjoying each and every moment for what it's worth.

I kept everything inside and even though I tried,
It all fell apart.
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when,
I tried so hard,
And got so far.
But in the end,
It doesn't even matter.
I had to fall,
To lose it all.
But in the end,
It doesn't even matterrrr.

Slapping hands with the fans as they reach over the ring barrier, Vegeta continues along the steel ramp until he reaches the bottom of it. Walking up to the ring, the veteran shows his athletism as he leaps onto the apron with one giant jump. Dancing along the apron, Vegeta entertains the crowd before entering the ring. Diving underneath the top and middle ropes, the Hall of Famer enters the squared circle onto to spin around with his arms held in the air. He works his way to the center of the ring and he finally stands still.

One thing, I don't know why,
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try.
Keep that in mind,
I designed this rhyme, to explain in due time.
I tried so hard,
In spite of the way you were mocking me.
Acting like I was part of your property.
Remembering all the times you fought with me.
I'm surprised it got so far.
Things aren't the way they were before.
You wouldn't even recognize me anymore.
Not that you knew me back then,
But it all comes back to me.
In the endddddd...

Lunging to his right side, Vegeta lifts his fists up to around his eye level as lime fireworks shoot off behind him as he flexes for the crowd in the middle of the ring. The fireworks come to an end and Vegeta stands tall. His music slowly fades out as the referee walks over to him, patting him down to make sure he doesn't have any illegal objects. After finding him clean, the referee backs away, allowing Vegeta to climb the to the middle turnbuckle to raise his hands high above his head. The crowd eats this up, continuing to cheer for him. Putting the entertaining part in his backpocket, Vegeta puts on his gameface as he mentally prepares himself for this bout.
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On paper, the match seems fairly lopsided: three World Champions, including the newly crowned Piccie Smalls, up against the Commonwealth champion, someone whose two World championship reigns lasted only two weeks combined, and someone who just failed the night prior in a bid for the Intercontinental title. However, if one were to look past the surface, the match would seem a little more balanced: Kalevala and Freak have been on a hot streak in the tag division. Deception… well, he just lost to Black Dragon the night before. That’s really the closest thing to a highlight that he’s had in recent times, sadly. The two men huddle in their respective corners, discussing who will start off the match-up. The Untouchables elect Triple 6 as their candidate to break the ice. Seeing this, Deception passionately makes his case for nomination amongst his party. After some reluctance from “Sponsored by the Letter K”, he gets his wish. Kalevala, Freak, Vegeta and Piccie all step out onto the apron as two former teammates approach one another within the squared circle. It looks as if we have a Forsworn reunion of sorts on our hands.

There’s no love between these two men; at least, not anymore. Both of these men have nearly killed themselves trying to bring about the demise of the other. The referee barks out a slew of rules to the men, but they pay him no attention. They whisper obscenities and blasphemies to one another, not heard to anyone but themselves. They stop only to nod when they hear the referee’s sermon come to a close. With that nod, they accept the terms of engagement. The referee signals to the timekeeper, who rings the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Deception is instantly floored by a Right Hook. He doesn’t see it coming; nobody does. Triple 6 knows Deception well enough to know that’d be the one thing he wouldn’t expect: a sucker punch from an otherwise chivalrous gladiator. It worked. The only emotion stronger than the pain pulsing in The Dark One’s temple is the bewilderment that floods him. He’s not allotted much time to analyze the situation, however; Triple 6 immediately follows up with an avalanche of Mudhole Stomps that drill the abdomen of the self-proclaimed Enigma. Deception raises his forearms before him, trying to block the brunt of blows, and it works to an extent. There’s still the odd boot that penetrates his defenses and delivers a crushing strike to his belly, but the majority are absorbed by his arms where he sustains minimal suffering. Realizing that his shock-and-awe tactics have run the “shock” well dry, Triple 6 decides to move on with his game plan, having successfully secured the momentum needed. He pulls Deception to his feet; he’s still too stunned to resist.

The Heartstopper uses Deception’s own arm as a lever against him, the mass of the two men acting as an invisible fulcrum. Triple 6 uses this lever to fling Deception into an adjacent set of ring ropes via textbook Irish Whip. While the Martyr of Tears is not nearly as agile as he once was, he still has enough juice in the tank to cover the length of the canvas in the bat of an eye. His weight crashes against the fabled nylons with all the force of a freight train, pulling the cables taut before they launch him back towards the graces of his aggressor. Deception can only imagine what sort of nightmarish plots inhabit the mind of Triple 6 presently, what sort of devious plans he has concocted for the sole purpose of delivering agony unto the Fallen Angel. Deception, drawing up a plan of his own, decides not to be his mentor’s guinea pig, but rather to foil any such plots before they can be enacted. Once he’s a step or two away from The Antichrist Superstar, Deception catapults himself into the air. He aligns himself horizontally in the air, perfectly parallel to the canvas, and then completes a mid-air revolution. He seems poised for a picture-perfect Spinning Heel Kick. At least, until Triple 6 sidesteps and ducks below striking range. The Corpsemaker launches his arms above him, using them to capture the human projectile that sails overhead, which he then hauls his catch in and onto his shoulders. It’s a big one.

Triple 6 returns to his feet with Deception stretched out in a Torture Rack, receiving much applause from the crowd for pulling off such a seemingly impossible stunt. He struts around the ring for a period of time, allowing the crowd to gawk at his trophy of war. When he feels that he’s done enough showboating before the Mexican crowd, he ends the parade by plummeting to his side, placing Deception’s head at the vanguard of the fall. It ends pretty much as you’d expect it to: incredibly ugly. The Burning Hammer is a maneuver that holds a certain sanctity in the Forsworn lore, although it more so has a history between Triple 6 and Organon, not Deception. Regardless of history, Deception can testify to one thing: it hurts like a bitch. Upon impact, his head snaps sickly to the side, giving the illusion that his neck has been snapped and his spine severed. The aesthetics are a slight exaggeration of the truth: his neck has not, in reality, been broken; it’s just been torqued to an extreme angle. It also happens to be utterly excruciating. Due to this, as soon as he feels Triple 6limbs relinquish him, the Dark One blindly rolls to his left, not stopping until he drops off the edge of the apron and to the outside of the ring. God bless Lucha rules.

Johnny: Wow, Triple 6 is pulling out the high-octane stuff early on in this contest. I can’t recall ever seeing such a huge powerhouse maneuver so early on in a match-up before, at least not in a match that lasted any longer than 30 seconds. I can only imagine the toll this is going to take on Deception; I don’t care who you are, you simply cannot afford to take such a big hit so early on in a big match like this. You know The Untouchables are going to milk that vulnerability every time he steps into the ring now.

Donny: Are you forgetting who this is, Johnny? This is Deception! He blew Vegeta and himself up! This is the same guy whose arms were brutally lacerated by Organon, had ink rubbed into such wounds, and now wears the tattoos proudly! He’s probably the sickest son of a bitch to ever set foot in a PWA ring, and you think he has to worry about a Burning Hammer? Please.

Freak tries to enter the ring, but Kalevala restrains him, reminding him that he just suffered through an incredibly brutal match-up the night before. It is instead The Kennin Warrior himself that assumes Deception’s position in the match-up. He approaches Triple 6 slowly, not willing to let himself fall victim to the same ploy that his partner did. Kalevala raises his hands to his side, flexing his fingers to indicate his intentions to The Iconoclast. After a brief hesitation, Triple 6 accepts, raising his own arms so that his hands align with Kalevala’s. The two men each one another in the dead-center of the ring, where they clasp their hands together and engage in the most ancient of wrestling traditions: the Greco-Roman Knucklelock. The two men throw all of their might against the other like waves against the shore. At the beginning, it appears as if the power struggle is a complete and utter stalemate. Slowly, however, Kalevala begins to bend to the size advantage of Triple 6. His spine bends ever so slightly to begin with, eventually curving more and more until it forms a brilliant arch. Kalevala can feel the canvas against the back of his head, yet his leg up to his knee remains completely rigid and perpendicular to the mat. The Commonwealth Champion refuses to be defeated in this battle of the wills. He grits his teeth and presses back against his attacker. The improvement is nominal at first, but eventually the two men are right back where they started: standing upright. The feat garners Kalevala some applause from the crowd. Even more stunning, however, is that Kalevala begins to overpower Triple 6. It is now the spine of The Heartstopper that bends backwards, and it is soon his head that is pressed against the ring floor. Then… he willingly buckles.

Triple 6 allows himself to lose the contest. He doesn’t simply bow to Kalevala’s will and take his whippings, however. Rather, when he allows himself to fall, he rocks his weight backwards, using it as momentum to launch Kalevala into the air with a Monkey Flip. Kalevala hits the mat hard, but it’s not enough to keep him down for long. Both men roll to their feet simultaneously. Triple 6 instantly bolts at his enemy like a bull seeing red. Once the two are within attacking range, however, it ends up being Kalevala who prevails. The King of the Commonwealth manages to catch Triple 6’s body with his arm and flip him onto his back with a Hip Toss right out of a Wrestling 101 class. While the pain inflicted by the maneuver is almost completely inconsequential, Triple 6, finding himself at the edge of the ring afterwards, rolls out under the bottom rope and drops outside, allowing one of his partners to take up the battle.

Vegeta doesn’t even give Piccie a chance to consider entering, immediately hopping over the top rope and charging right at Kalevala before The Savvy Submissionist can even comprehend the situation. Vegeta bends his knees and propels himself into the air, extending his legs out before him, yet keeping his knees bent. The reason is revealed fairly quickly, after The Showstopper plants the soles of his boots into Kalevala’s chest: he springs backwards off of Kalevala’s body and flips backwards in the air before reaching the canvas once more. The Dropsault knocks Kalevala back into the ring ropes Triple 6 escaped through mere moments ago. He bounces off of them just as Vegeta lands once more; unfortunately for Kalevala, that bounce sends him right back into Vegeta’s not-so-good graces. The inveterate grappler hops up, wraps his arm around the back of Kalevala’s neck, and drags him downwards straight into an Ace Crusher. A flash of red inundates Kalevala’s vision as bolts of anguish worm their way down his spinal column. Not bad for an “old man”.

Johnny: Flashy, yet effective on the part of The Icon. Listen to the crowd, they’re eating it up! He might not be a luchadore, but he’s no grandfather yet.

Donny: He’s not much of a father yet, if you ask his kid…

OOC: Good luck, guys.
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Right now, The Showstopper is riding high on a tidal wave of adrenaline. Hell, it’s more of a tsunami. He hasn’t felt this young in years. From the canvas, he rolls backwards onto his upper shoulders before bucking forward, kipping back up to his feet. The display of acrobatics, while obviously not exactly practical or beneficial at all in this match setting, still receives a rather healthy round of applause from the Mexican audience. Vegeta can’t hide a grin. He dips back down to the canvas for the sole sake of enslaving Kalevala’s right arm. The fingers of the Hall of Famer contract around The Kennin Warrior’s wrist like iron shackles. With his bonds in place, Vegeta hauls his slave to a vertical base and, from there, immediately launches him across the ring with an Irish Whip. The young phenom sprints madly across the ring, his legs pumping like the pistons of an engine as his stride swallows great lengths of canvas at a time. His dash brings him to the rings edge where he can do nothing more but allow his body to be ricocheted off of the ring ropes. As Kalevala’s run carries him back towards Vegeta, the chairman of the Pojo Wrestling Alliance does something slightly unexpected: he drops to the canvas. No dropkick. No Lou Thesz Press. No anything. He simply drops to the ring floor and lies flat, allowing Kalevala to travel right on over him, returning to his feet only after his enemy has departed from the area. The King of the Commonwealth bounces off yet another set of ropes, this time returning to face a Vegeta that is willing to stand his ground. The Icon draws his left arm forth, splaying it out to his side. Unfortunately, this gives his opponent a fairly obvious indication of what is to come. As he swings his arm forward, looking to score with a Lariat, Kalevala is easily able to scout the move and thus duck out of harm’s way (much as Vegeta did just seconds before). The lack of contact sets Vegeta’s bearings off-kilter. As Kalevala straightens his spine out, Vegeta whirls around, eventually spinning a full 180 degrees. It appears as if the Tag Champion has decided to try his luck once again, for when he comes back around, his arm is still held out at his side. Unfortunately, his attempt at a Discus Lariat doesn’t work out as planned; once again, his offense is impeccably scouted by the reigning Commonwealth Champion. This time, rather than hitting the floor, Kalevala catches his employer by the arm that would assail him. He smirks at his boss, whose eyes swell and give him that distinct “deer-in-headlights” facial expression. Kalevala releases the appendage he has captured, but only to exchange hostages: he immediately afterwards wraps his arm around the front of Vegeta’s throat. Sneaking his leg behind that of The Icon, Kalevala powers forward, driving Vegeta’s spine into the canvas with a dastardly STO.

The impact of the maneuver shakes the ring. Vegeta’s face has been contorted into a twisted mask of agony, a photograph of which could easily reside next to the definition of the word “pain” in Webster’s Dictionary. Despite what may be said about Vegeta’s questionable choice of offense that lead him to this point, let it not be said that the owner of the PWA lacks ring awareness: knowing that lying around waiting for Kalevala to make his next move would only handicap his team in the long run, Vegeta begins rolling as far away from Kalevala as he can. Eventually, his miniature journey brings him to the lip of the ring apron, which he rolls off of like water from a fall. The eyes of everyone immediately switch over to the ring corner assigned to The Untouchables. As Triple 6 has still not yet returned to his teammates’ corner, there is only one men currently eligible to enter the contest: Piccie Smalls. The Notorious PIC steps between the ring’s ropes, entering the ring for the first time as PWA Champion. Kalevala stares stoically at this new entrant, unsure of how to react. Neither man rushes towards the other, not wanting to risk underestimating the man that stands across from them. Slowly they stalk towards one another, their senses on red alert, waiting for a surprise attack at any moment. Eventually, it comes – from Piccie Smalls.

Let it be documented that Piccie’s first offensive action to take place while holding the mantle of PWA’s World champion was a Knee Strike aimed perfectly at Kalevala’s gut. Unfortunately, it looks like the good luck he experienced the night before didn’t cross the border with him into Mexico: once again, Kalevala exhibits uncanny scouting prowess and cat-like reflexes, managing to snare Piccie’s leg mid-thrust and halt its advance. Piccie is too stunned to do anything, and he doesn’t have to; Kalevala is more than willing to take the lead. Still clutching Piccie’s leg, he drags the World Champion closer to him, tucking Smalls’ head underarm. With bonds on both Piccie’s head and leg, Kalevala snaps backwards. The momentum launches Piccie into the air, where is flipped over and consequently impaled upon the canvas with a Capture Suplex. His lungs open up long enough for oxygen to rush out of them, just like Jews through a hole in the gate at Auschwitz, more than eager to escape. While he balances at the precipice of asphyxiation, Kalevala is plotting out his demise. With haste, the WAR soldier rolls the Untouchables’ representative over and onto his belly. Once in position, the Savvy Submissionist owns up to his title: he engages a Keylock. He torques Piccie’s arm in a painful angle that surely has the potential to dislocate joints. Torrents of agony cascade down the arm of Piccie Smalls as if it were a waterfall, a wake of pain washing over every fiber in said limb until there are no nooks that don’t burn with anguish. Pain has never been so brilliant.

Johnny: Very… well, savvy on the part of Kalevala. The Keylock isn’t exactly the flashiest of maneuvers, but it’s a more than competent submission hold. What it lacks in looks is easily makes up for in potency, as evident by Piccie’s tortured howls.

Donny: Well, of course! This is the man who beat Kalevala in the Three Hours of Power finals! Do you think that Kalevala’s forgotten that? No! He’s been biding his time, waiting for a chance where he could get his retribution. Now is that time.

OOC: I didn't really want to double, but I want to get in multiple RPs this week, so I kind of compromised by cutting this one a little short.
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Softening the pace of this raucous encounter was no easily accomplished feat. With half a dozen leviathan competitors occupying the same space, it is no surprise how volatile the powder keg was quickly becoming. With any two warriors squaring off together at any one time within the squared circle, and with the four remaining souls smouldering and salivating in the wings, fixed and zealous, it becomes quite apparent just how extremely precarious the status of this submission manoeuvre has become. Simply judging by the reactions of his opponent's teammates, the Kennin Clansman was aware that they did not view this classic submission as a threat to their potential victory. A rather disenchanting situation to say the least for a submissionist, for the thought of getting beneath the skin of the Untouchables was a point of motivation. The lack of concern put on display would be cause enough to embrace a different course of action. However, it should be noted that the Savvy Submissionist is very well aware of the effectiveness and efficiency of the tried and tested Key Lock, but when you're frying bigger fish, you need a bigger pan.

Forcing the current World Champion's tangled arm at a sharper angle relative to Piccie's prone body, the gritty Kenninite was successfully concentrating the pressure of the elementary submission to target the Champ's shoulder. The howls and grimaces of distress, which helped to visualize the hidden pangs of sharp pain, were ever present; music to Kalevala's ears. In a seldom seen act of mercy, or perhaps simply due to being satiated with the hold, the Nefarious Northlander released the dreaded Key Lock. With that said however, he did not release Mr. Smalls' hand. With his weakened appendage within the ever caustic grasp of the Commonwealth King, the Notorious One could do nothing but bend to his will in any attempt to alleviate the pain. Before hauling the newly crowned World Champion unceremoniously to his feet, for good measure the Technical Trickster decided to drop a stiff elbow down onto his target; Piccie's shoulder. In the first steps of a planned systematic dismantling of PWA's current Top Dog, the Northlander was swift and precise. After the crisp, sharp elbow, the World Champion was dislodged from his state of rest by the energy potential of WAR's Rising Star. Being tugged almost from behind, Piccie stumbled backwards rather alarmingly. Catching his assailant off guard even, resulting in a rather sloppily executed forearm to the back of the skull courtesy of the Kennin Clansman. Nevertheless the Northlander regained control of the situation, and still had the limp arm of the World Champion within his clutches. From the methodical pace witnessed since the beginning of the submission move, there was to be quite an alteration. Firmly wrapping his hand around Piccie's wrist, and spinning him so that the injured Smalls and Kalevala were face to face, the Kennin Warrior closed the distance gap between the two, which forced the holder of the more prestigious title back into the nylon wrapped cables. Snapping the cables back as far as they would allow, the Kennin Warrior sent the Notorious One hurling across the ring. Despite the great intensity and speed at which this Irish Whip took place, the Trickster managed to retain his grip around Piccie's wrist whilst in hot pursuit. The reasons behind this decision would soon become quite evident as, recoiling heavily from the opposite cables he was just moments ago thrust into, the reigning world champ was subject to the rude delivery of a well timed Kitchen Sink. The bony joint of the Clansman was expertly placed directly in the center of the champ's soft underbelly. Coupled with his internal organs feeling as though they were tossed arse-over-tea kettle, Piccie Smalls himself was thrown for a loop, wrapping around the Kennin Warrior's knee, and slamming swiftly down into the unforgiving canvas. With an echoing effect of complete disorientation, Mr. Smalls was left defenceless, and out of breath. Stomach pangs of hunger do not compare with a crippling blow to the solar nerve plexus. Despite increasing sensations of agony beginning to swell and spread like a virus all across his body, the tenacious World Champion still attempted to immediately rise out of his current predicament, unfortunately for P.I.C., it seemed that the allure of a flurry of offence would remain merely a tease, as the Kennin Warrior engulfed the Drunkard's arm once again amidst the throes of a classic Key Lock. In this particular instance however, the victim of the manoeuvre was in a pseudo-sitting, supine, position. Once again the lateral torquing of the forearm provided excellent resistance to attempt to rip the tendons in Piccie's shoulder to shreds. Kalevala bunked down, ready to inflict mass amounts of damage over the next few minutes, by patiently wrenching the hold in tighter and tighter.

Tantalized with the prospect of easily shifting positions, in order to both pin and further enhance the effectiveness of the submission, the Kennin Clansman opted not to, judging by the increasingly ancy Tag Team Champions, who were both looking on with renewed fervour. Surely if he were to stumble down that path it would end up not being favourable to him in the long run, and thus Kalevala chose to remain motionless, and wrench in the lock from where he knelt. Unknowingly to Kalevale however, the universe was acting against him. It seemed that it was Piccie's time to shine, regardless of the wished of the Northlander. Removing his free arm from its role as a brace, the World Champ reached up and grabbed a fist full of Kalevala's long, dark brown hair. At this point in the match, Smalls did not want to disappoint his fellow Untouchables members Vegeta and Triple 6 who, by their desire not to step in to break things up, have shown the incredible amount of confidence they have in PWA's Main Man. Soon a scream of agony and a battle cry are heard over one another; it was now or never for Mr. Smalls, and Kalevala could feel hundreds of his roots currently being up heaved from their comfortable folds. From the corner of the Commonwealth King one could hear the emphatic beseechments of his partners to keep the illegal nature of the hair pull under control. Responding quickly, and perhaps to an extreme nature, the official immediately jumped into the fray; ripping Piccie's hand from Kalevala's scalp, and forcing the Kennin Native to release the submission manoeuvre (as it was seen as more of a permanent solution to the hair pulling problem). As a result, the team of Kalevala, Kyle Rieger, and Deception were essentially penalized, as this afforded Piccie Smalls the perfect opportunity to slither outside of the ring, and out of harms way. In keeping with these lovely Lucha rules, Triple 6 proceeded to step through the ropes with great conviction, making a B-Line towards the Kennin Clansman. Letting the psychological warfare begin, the Kennin Native quickly collapsed down to the mat and rolled out of the ring as fast as his body could take him. Firmly planting his feet on the floor on the outside, he was officially no longer the legal man. This spawned sporadic jeers from the marks out there, who wished to see these two tangle up once more, yet somehow they could not hate Kalevala for long. The devious smile across his face said it all, as he brushed himself off, and pointed towards his corner, indicating to Triple 6 that he should focus more on them, or else.
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Deception attempts to step through the ropes, once again resuming the battle of the Forsworn. Kyle Rieger just stares him down, the two men have had quite a past together. Allies, Teammates, Friends, and Mortal Enemies. Stuck together on the same team Kyle stares over and shakes his head. Deception understands, he may not like the choice, but he knows, and steps back out onto the apron. Kyle Rieger steps between the ropes and joins the match for the first time tonight. The two Monsters of the Midway stand face to face in the center of the ring. Kyle is battered and bruised from his brutal I Quit match last night, he shouldn't even be inside the squared circle. Triple Six has been handling everyone in the matchup, to The Antichrist Superstar Kyle Rieger is just fresh meat. Both men circle up in the center of the ring, Kyle balls his right hand into a fist, draws it back, and sends a Punch smashing into Trip's face. He shakes his head and shakes it off, simple blow, effective, but not enough to stagger the big man. Trips lifts his right arm up into the air, and attempts to crush Kyle's chest with a Forearm. Kyle crumples down slightly, then rises up again, the blow may hurt, but Kyle will not show it. He draws his right hand across his chest, and then slices away at Triple Six with a Chop. The cutting motion stings The Heartstopper and he pauses for a brief moment. That slight pause is exactly what Kyle needs, Trips bends his head down. Kyle wraps his right arm around his head, tightens the grip on it so he cannot slip out, and drops straight back. Triple Six's head bounces off the canvas, starting to throb, obviously in pain. He's hurting, and The Self Proclaimed Best Wrestler in the World, Period, is stalking his prey after the DDT. Kyle looks around at the Lucha crowd, the wrestlers can wow them with highspots, stun them with chain wrestling, and shock them with new sick moves, but they will always look to the past. Kyle stands in the center of the ring, and shouts at the top of his lungs “POR GORY Y SANTO.” His bastardized Spanish may not be proper, but the fans shout at the naming of the legends. Kyle takes a seat on Triple Six's back, hooks both of his arms onto his knees to prevent escape, cups his hands on his chin, and begins to pull up. Classic wrestling at his finest, most people would dub this as the Camel Clutch, in honor of the Sheik who terrorized the Michigan area with the hold. South of the border this is claimed as one of their own, Gory Guerrero created it, El Santo popularized it, and now Kyle Rieger has La de a Caballo locked on. Trip's back is being wrenched out of proportion, Kyle continues to pull up, milking as much as he can out of this hold. He is staring at the corner of his opponents, no fear, no happiness, no emotion whatsoever, he just stares into their souls. Vegeta and Piccie Smalls both hesitate, they don't want to run in and upset the ref, and in the back of their heads they hope that their partner will be able to break the hold. Triple Six is trying to work his arms off Kyle's knees, but Kyle quickly plants his elbows on them, keeping him at bay. Piccie Smalls can't take it anymore, he runs into the ring, lifts his right leg up, and delivers a Big Boot square into the chest of The Second City's Native Son, breaking up the hold. Kyle's tag partner isn't pleased at all, and he soon heads into the ring, grabs Piccie by his shorts, and tosses him over the top rope to the floor. The Corpsemaker begins to roll out of the ring, and Deception leaves the corner to take over on him. This is just becoming a melee, the ref cannot control the action outside, and inside the ring Kyle “The Freak” Rieger is smiling his same cocky grin. There's only one man who can come in and take over, the one man Kyle has been hunting for since he came back to the PWA, The Icon, The Showstopper, The Owner of the company, Vegeta. He steps through the ropes, he calmly walks to the center of the ring. Kyle Rieger is nearly frothing at the mouth at his chance to finally get his hands back on the man he considers the cancer of the company. They stand face to face in the center of the ring, exchanging words back and forth. “You called me one of the hottest prospects in the company, and I got sent down the shitter.” “You got sent down the shitter because you are just a low life piece of shit.” “You're just a fossil, you should just retire before I cripple you.” “I've retired far better wrestlers than you, what chances do you have.” Verbal jabs back and forth, the fans don't understand the words they speak, but they can see the hatred these men have for each other. Vegeta's foot keeps tapping, as if he's impatient, he starts to back away slightly from the Freak. Kyle smiles that same sick grin, thinking he's won the verbal battle. At the exact moment the grin comes out Vegeta takes a step forward, raises his foot bent, and then extends a vicious kick that plants Kyle on his wounded head. The move that has taken down everybody, the move that's won titles, Vegeta has hit his stolen but patented Sweet Chin Music. Kyle is rocked by the blow and instantly collapses to the mat. Vegeta has landed the small simple move that may have taken Kyle Rieger out, and he may have just ended the entire match. He quickly lays on top of Kyle with a lateral press, hooks the leg, and the ref begins his count.

Johnny: Vegeta just got all of that, and completely out of nowhere too, Sweet Chin Music. The Boss is hot tonight, and it looks like Kyle Rieger may have just bitten off more than he could chew. He's going for the cover now, hooking the leg, and Kirk Fitzpatrick is right there to count.

Donny: I would've never seen that coming at all to be fair to Kyle. That just struck out of nowhere, and he may be in real trouble. He's already got that badly injured head from his Steel Cage War with Tom Tyco, and Vegeta just landed a clean shot to it. Kirk's hand has slapped once, Kyle's partners are still battling with The Untouchables outside.

Johnny: Kirk's hand slaps again, this is it, its all over for the Freak. He shouldn't have come back right away. Kirk's hand slaps fo..No Kyle Rieger has just Kicked out, getting his shoulder up at the last possible instance. Vegeta is beside himself, Few men have the raw power to absorb that kick and make it out alive, and Kyle just did it with a wounded head.

Donny: That is raw intestinal fortitude right there, Kyle wants to get his hands on Vegeta. He won't let anything stop him from that, not even one of the most powerful moves in wrestling today. What's going to happen next.

Vegeta wants to glare at Kirk Fitzpatrick, but he's a respectable man, and the boss. He knows the man in his employ is just doing his job, but there is that feeling in the back of his head that that should have been a three count. Kyle begins to slowly climb back to his feet, the fans are in awe, all the people in Mexico, and the ones around the world watching on TV have seen men unable to move after taking it, but Kyle Rieger is almost standing up straight now, as if that shot meant nothing. Vegeta just stares, he's seen men who take the blow, he's seen men kick out from it, he's seen men win after he's hit it, but there's something different about Kyle. Blood is starting to trickle down his nose, from the shape it seems quite obvious that the kick has broken it, but he isn't cowering. There's no look of pain on his face, no glare of anger, not even a look of fear, Kyle Rieger is smiling that same grin he had when he was hit by the kick. With a minor exception, his two front teeth have been knocked out with the blow. One landed back a few rows, nearly causing a Mexican Standoff over who got it. Five big burly men, all ready to draw guns over this tooth, PWA has thankfully brought in extra security. These five men are ready to revolt, but are stopped, escorted from the arena, and some ten year old kid manages to snag the souvenir, with fresh blood still on it. The other flew straight down Kyle's throat, where he will have good luck digesting it. Kyle taps his foot on the canvas, mocking his Boss, a sign of complete disrespect. He taps it again, Vegeta's face is glowing red with anger, he doesn't even know what to make of this. He taps it a third time, lifts his bent knee, and attempts to hit Vegeta with his own move. Vegeta is clever and won't fall for Kyle's ring psychology and grabs a hold of Kyle's right leg. Kyle just pauses for a second and does what he planned to do all along. He springboards off Vegeta's hands and slams his shin into the back of The Icon's head. Vegeta is floored by the blow, nearly knocked out by the vicious Enzuigiri . The American Nightmare has just shut down The Legend. Kyle smiles that toothless grin once again, this time it looks even more sickening. Blood dripping into his mouth, Kyle may be a skilled technician, strong striker, and very powerful man, but recently he's been dipping into a darker side. Kyle Rieger wasn't supposed to be in the building today, but he still made it here to get a chance to go against the owner of the PWA. Vegeta barely moves at all, Kyle grabs a hold of his right arm and lifts him back up to his feet, off of the canvas. Kyle is slowly becoming more and more of a Rudo. He puts his right arm between Vegeta's legs, grabs his shoulder with his left, and scoops him onto his shoulder. He begins to pull Vegeta down so the are chest to chest, and wraps his arms around Vegeta's stomach. He jumps up into the air, and gets into a kneeling position. Five-Hundred Six pounds of weight all crash into one area, Vegeta's cranium. The impact is momentous, and the crowd begins to boo Kyle Rieger. The dreaded Tombstone Piledriver a move that was one time banned in Mexico has just been used by Kyle Rieger to work over Vegeta's Head. There is just one loud sick thud when head hits canvas. The fans just shocked, the boos continue to fester, but they fuel Kyle Rieger. He looks towards his corner, spotting his partner, he scratches his thumbnail across his throat like one of his heroes used to, DOUBLE A ARN ANDERSON. Kalevala looks over and just nods, he steps through the ropes, and enters the ring. The ref is looking at the other corner when it happens. Piccie Smalls and Triple Six try to rush into the ring to help their friend. Kirk Fitzpatrick begins to tell them to leave the ring, and they start to get into an argument. Kyle grabs Vegeta's arm and sends him to the corner with a Irish Whip. Kyle goes to the opposite corner, builds up a head of steam, and runs towards Vegeta. Kyle jumps up a few steps before impact, rotates one-hundred-eighty degrees, and sends his hips into Vegeta's chest, crushing him with the Flying Asshole. Kyle gets into a referee's position in front of Vegeta, Kalevala begins to run towards them, and jumps off Kyle's back. He rotates his body sideways, and plants his feet on Vegeta's head with a dropkick, completing the Kollision Kourse. The ref is still tied up with The Untouchables so Kyle indicates to Kal, head to the top rope. Kyle grins that sadistic grin once again, and Kalevala climbs up the corner turnbuckle. Kyle bends down, puts his head between Vegeta's legs, and lifts him up into the Electric Chair. Kalevala jumps off the top, Kyle waits a moment, then begins to fall backwards. The Kennin Klansman hooks The Icon's head with his leg, hitting the Hard Road, while The Present and Future of Wrestling hits the Electric Chair Drop. Kalevala rolls out of the ring, pleased with what has just occurred. Vegeta is out cold, he's been put to sleep by The Komatose Krippler. Kyle gets a lateral press, hooks the leg, the ref turns around, and begins to count.

Edit:Damn you signature, Damn you to hell, Vince Mcmahon is alive again, I don't need you anymore.
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TRIPLE 6 MAKES THE SAVE!

The end was near for The Untouchables, but the quick thinking of the long time veteran in Triple 6, he managed to get past the referee this time, grab onto Kyle’s ankle and yank him off his incoherent partner. Hoping to get in another quick shot, Triple 6’s plan is foiled as the ref intervenes. Holding The Heartstopper back just as he had to do moments ago, the referee has his back to the action. Kyle, although clearly pissed off his pin attempt was illegally broken up, decides to shake it off and continue to go to work on his Boss. Rising back to his feet, Rieger grabs ahold of The Icon’s neck, hoisting him back to a vertical base as well. Kyle shouts to his corner for one of his teammates to lift their leg onto the ropes so he can smash Vegeta’s skull into their boot, but before he has a chance to do so, The Showstopper locks his hands around Kyle’s neck and drops to a seated position. In the process, he pulls Rieger’s chin into the top of his head, using the jawbreaker as way to escape further damage.

Johnny: What a smart move on Vegeta’s part. With Kyle down, he’s easily able to roll out of the ring!

Donny: Great, here comes our worthy World Champion…

As the commentators continue to do their play by play, Kyle Rieger the momentum of this match taking a turn for the worse. If was just moments ago that him and his team held onto the offensive edge, but with the somewhat fresh Piccie Smalls entering the ring for Vegeta, things don’t look so great for him. Kyle, still writhing from the physical affliction inflicted upon his face, crawls towards the corner, propping his body against the turnbuckle as he lies there in a seated position. He hopes to get a little breather, wiping the blood from his nose and sliding his tongue between his toothless mouth, but little does he know is that the drunkard looks to abruptly maintain the offensive edge. The Money Man is struck with a hard stomp to the midsection, the impact of which is so expeditious that he jolts, as though struck with a thousand volts of electricity. The World Champion’s boot persistently follows through with this motion for a second time, which creates a bright red indicator of pain upon the torso of his adversary. Suddenly, the glue which attached his hands to his face detaches as the new location of damage calls for these pain-soothing devices to relocate and aid the newly afflicted area- his chest. Before things get out of hang, the referee once again intervenes and slides his way in-between the two superstars.

Donny: That’s right, separate those two. Piccie is a madman!

Johnny: He’s a man on a mission. He’s trying to prove he’s a viable Champion.

With his eyes glazed over, Kyle is at Piccie’s mercy. The Notorious One relentlessly grabs onto Kyle’s sweaty hair, grabbing a handful of it in order to dictate where he wants him to go. He pulls him onto his feet, back-first into the corner. Locking his hands around Kyle’s waist, Piccie then hoists him up to a seated position on the top turnbuckle. While Rieger lifelessly sits propped on the top of the turnbuckle, beads of sweat begin to pour down the forehead of the aggressor, nearly blinding him as it trickles past his eyelids and into the spheres that comprehend all of these images. A quick wipe at the eye removes the salty liquid as he walks back towards the corner and journeys to the top rope to meet The Freak. Piccie climbs to the second rope, wrapping his arm around the back of Kyle’s neck. Avenging the past five minutes of ruthless punishment, the WAR member launches a few abysmal jabs to the midsection of his counterpart, serving to knock the wind from the relentless Champion. After three jabs in succession, Piccie continues to hang on by a thread, clutching to Rieger to bring him down with him should he descend and fall from grace. Miraculously, Piccie keeps his footing and uncorks a few jabs of his own onto the skull of his abated foe. Now finally concluding the sequence of events, Piccie Smalls once again hooks in his foe at the head and arm, lifting him high into the air. The camera flashes goes off by the dozen as the two individuals simultaneously tumble through the air and plummet down to the canvas with a superplex, the likes of which could nearly create a crater in the canvas.

Johnny: I felt the floor rumble beneath my feet! What an impact.

Donny: All he has to do is roll out of the ring, come on Kyle. Don’t lose this match, there’s to much riding on it.

The twenty six year old heel sporadically shakes in place as his hands rush to his spine. He grinds down on his teeth, hoping to ease the intermittent pain, but it’s useless. As he continues to suffer, Piccie crawls towards his downed foe and makes the cover. The referee immediately drops to the canvas to make the count.

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DECEPTION PULLS KYLE OUT OF THE RING!

The viewers at home and in the stands stand out of their seats with their mouths held wide open. Only a second away from victory, The Untouchable’s attempt has been ruined thanks to the quick thinking of Deception. But with Kyle being pulls out of the ring, Kalevala hops through the ropes and enters the ring in order to make himself the legal man. Piccie looks up in shock at the Kennin Klansman. Kalevala stands there rather stoically, allowing his adversary to rise to his feet. Cautiously, Piccie reaches a vertical stance, keeping his eyes locked into Kalevala’s every moment. Unfortunately for him, his reactions are quick enough to pull his hand back. Instead, Kalavala locks onto his wrist and manages to Irish whip him towards the other direction. As he charges, his weight creates a stampeding ruckus upon the hard canvas- the explosions echoing from underneath the ring and thundering through the jam-packed arena. As he is just inches away from the ropes which encompass around the squared circle, he spins his body around with a smooth one eighty turn. But before he can bounces back into the nylon cords, Triple 6 pulls down on the top one which causes Smalls to be low bridged out of the ring and to the outside!

Johnny: What the?! Triple 6 just lowered the ropes which causes Piccie to collapse to the outside.

Donny: I hate to admit it, but I think Triple 6 wants to put this match in his own hands.

With that said, The Antichrist Superstar enters the squared circle. He glares across the terrain at Kalevala, already in a fighting stance waiting for Triple 6 to come at him!


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With an almost patronizing anchoring of the top rope, the Antichrist Superstar had impetuously, and almost ill-temperedly, ushered out the PWA World Champion. The unexpected nature of the low-bridge evident in the poorly handled landing on the part of Piccie Smalls, whose shoulders managed to catch the lip of the canvas, before gravity took over once again and brought the rest of his frame down past his head, slamming crudely into the thinly padded concrete floor. After the rather hectic and restless; heedless; and chaotic action and momentum shifts of the last few moments, the finale of the Drunken One's topsy-turvy salute to the raucous crowd, was the arrival of the transcendent Triple 6. Quickly hauling himself up onto the canvas precipice from the floor, the domineering Heartstopper locked eyes with the spirited Kennin Clansman. As though the fog had cleared and the path set before them was now as crystal clear as the blue sky above on a cloudless day, Triple 6 bent over and stepped through the middle ropes, passing the threshold of the squared circle, and entering into a WAR zone. Both the Iconoclast and the Northlander were inclined to dig into each other immediately, for their past encounters were vivacious to say the least, however for the instant they abstained succumbing to those blood thirsty urges. The reasons for which were quite straightforward: every single person in the audience were on their feet, roaring and showering both men in the ring, every man in the match, and PWA as a whole. Apparently this vocal Mexican crowd were quite adept at identifying good wrestling skill, and were not shy about showing it. As the moments passed, the story of the match was quickly building its way to a climax. At one end of the ring stood the unstoppable force in Triple 6, and bounding up and down in a fighting stance, arms up and fists clenched, was the immovable object in Kalevala. The tension was building quick, as the incorruptible glare between the two warriors was not broken once. The roar of the crowd and the stomping of thousands of feet in unison, shook the entire building to its very foundations. At the breaking point, when the audience's deafening cheers were enough to bust through endless eardrums, the two gallant soldiers staring at one another charged sharply in each other's direction; to the delight of the attending crowd. Moments like these make everything worthwhile.

Without much of a plan running through either of their heads, other than some sort of high impact assaulting manoeuvre, the Heartstopper and the Northlander both sped towards their end goal; each other. In a delicate chess game, where one attempts to balance brawn, brains, and wit; the intelligent, strategic utilization of even the simplest of pawns can prove to be the weight that tips the scales. Therefore considering the momentum and kinetic energy both were apparently creating, the Kennin Clansman took the somewhat defensive, passive-aggressive route, by launching himself high into the air, and jetting out his left knee, going for a Kennin Knee Strike! In a rather unfortunate turn of events for Triple 6, who had been hoping to get the drop on the smaller Commonwealth Champion with a brutal clothesline from hell, he was treated to a mouthful of the Kennin Warrior's knee. Snapping the Father of the Forsworn's head back with great force, the six-foot-sixer landed hard onto the canvas, while the Kennin Clansman Kalevala was himself turned inside out by the impact, having made a complete rotation in the air, before landing hard and slightly regretting his original decision to raise the knee in the first place. With a move that could possibly be more detrimental to one's self than to the other, it was quite a shock that the Technical Trickster risked landing such a move. In fact, in hindsight perhaps it was not the best decision he could have made, for it appeared as though Triple 6 regained his vertical base mere moments after being victim to the strike, even before his attacker could fully recover. This was indeed favourable news to anyone in the Iconoclast's camp.

Firmly planting his boots in the center of the ring, the Corpsemaker waited for his prey to come to him. Having quickly reversed rolls from the hunted to the hunter, due to the amazingly quick recovery time, Triple 6 was poised to unleash some hurt on his primed opponent, Kalevala. Stumbling rather incoherently back to his feet, still slightly dazed and crazed by his last adventure in what felt like a spin cycle, the Kennin Clansman locked eyes with the Heartstopper once again. This was quite a good move on Kalevala's part, because in a mere instant he was able to read the intentions of his foe, which provided him the necessary information for successfully dodging the mammoth clothesline. The wind passing by his ears, and the flesh skimming over his hair, was a clear wake-up call for the Commonwealth King; snapping him back to reality. In an instant the Northlander began to charge towards the ropes; immediately after dodging the attempted clothesline. Curious and wishing to keep the momentum going in his direction, the very talented Triple 6 decided to pursue the Kennin Clansman to the best of his abilities. Unbeknownst to the viewers, and to the Iconoclast himself, the Technical Trickster was about to perform some acrobatic feats. Instead of bouncing into the padded wire, in order to simply be intercepted by a pissed off former World Champion in hot pursuit, the Kennin Warrior bounded up onto the second rope, and propelled himself backwards with as much force as he could muster. Successfully executing what could only be described as a 3/4 moonsault from a vaulting position on the second rope, the Rising Star of WAR soared high above his dumbfounded opponent, and slid down the Iconoclast's back, being in the sublime position to yank Triple 6's shoulders down to the mat, by hitting a classic School boy! Quickly scurrying closer into position to make the proper count, Kirk Fitzpatrick did not even have to bother pondering the thought in his head of dropping down into position, for the Savvy Submissionist had another plan up his sleeve. Disgraced at being forced to submit two times to the same competitor, the Clansman was looking for a little retribution, as he quickly scooped himself out of the pinning School Boy position, and instead grabbed Triple 6's legs in an attempt of locking in the dreaded Shadowlock, and putting the Corpsemaker to sleep. It should not be of much surprise, however the Kennin Warrior was thwarted in his attempts, by the powerhouse that was Triple 6. Apparently it would be wise to attempt to work on an opponent's desired appendage before thinking about making them submit. With one firm push, the Corpsemaker was able to shrug Kalevala off, pushing the King of the Commonwealth into the ropes. In fact, it did not take Triple 6 more than a blink of an eye to rise back to his feet. It seemed as though with every passing moment, the Hearstopper became stronger; a definite sign of greatness. Hazily bouncing off of the ropes after being so feverishly knocked into them, the Kennin Warrior was once again surprised as, from returning from the ropes, the Antichrist Superstar reached out and grabbed the Trickster's left arm, in an attempt at tackling him down to the canvas and locking in the dreaded Crippler Crossface! In an almost mocking manner did Triple 6 attempt this move, for this was the same hold that Kalevala had tapped to twice before hand. In sheer desperation, for he knew how badly this submission could hurt, the Kennin Warrior pulled away from his aggressor as hard as he could, and threw himself through the top and middle ropes of the nearest side.

Of course it was clear to anyone watching that this was an attempt to both break the attempted Crippler Crossface, and to essentially tag himself out of the match-up. However, because of Triple 6's firm grip on the Northlander's arm, Kalevala did not fall to the floor. In fact, he remained resting on the cusp of the apron! With a cold grin, the Antichrist Superstar churlishly reached over the top rope and stood his opponent up. Connecting with a few brief, insignificant jabs, it was not long before the six-foot-six powerhouse wrapped both of his arms around Kalevala's chest, and proceeded to heave the 238 pound Commonwealth Champion high over head, and back into the ring, with a colossal overhead belly to belly suplex! In an especially choreographed series of moves, it seemed as though the perfectly executed suplex inflicted almost no damage on the Kennin Warrior, as he was quick to simply use the momentum created by Triple 6 to roll out of the impact and back onto his feet! The quick paced action of the last few moments has been quite a crowd pleaser, to be certain. In a fittingly fresh way to end an exciting exchange between two of the best in the biz, the Kennin Warrior quickly turned towards the rising Iconoclast after regaining his vertical base, and charged towards him. Instead however, of hitting a powerful striking move, or attempt a submission, the Clansman wanted to return the suplex favour! Running purely on adrenaline and a will to win, the Kennin Warrior proceeded to grab the crowd facing Triple 6's left arm with his left hand, and wrapped it around his back, locking in a chicken wing on Triple 6. With his right hand, Kalevala was able to wrap around Trips' right arm and press against the back of Triple 6's neck. Finally, with a giant breath and deep heaving gesture, the Kennin Warrior was able to throw himself, and the two-time World Champion backwards with a 3/4 Nelson Suplex! Using every last bit of strength to send the Antichrist Superstar backwards onto his neck, both Triple 6 and Kalevala ended up resting motionless on the canvas; the crowd still on their feet, and still chanting.



OOC II: I may edit later for grammar purposes...but probably not.
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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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Amidst the crowds frenzy, the whole ringside area of the arena fails to notice the self proclaimed enforcer walk out onto the stage with a lead pipe in hand. He stands there watching the match and waiting for the perfect moment to strike at his enemies in this match up



ooc: use me in the ending - i got grudges to settle with these guys >_>
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Johnny: With the most sincerest, most heartfelt level of honesty, never in all my years here with the PWA, have I seen a crowd so completely worked up. Every single one of the people in this audience are not only on their feet, but each one of them is screaming out at the top of their lungs.

Donny: This truly is Insanity Johnny, I can't believe this! These Mexicans are going hogwild!

Johnny: They know good wrestling when they see it, what can I say. These six men are stealing the show here tonight, and with that, the hearts of millions.

Donny: You're so gay.

As the announcers continued to banter back and forth, themselves being forced to raise their voices to a loud shout in order to drown out the roaring crowd, the Kennin Warrior Kalevala and the Iconoclast Triple 6 remained laying in the middle of the ring, desperately attempting to regain their former glory. Slowly writhing back and forth, pulling themselves little by little out of their current haze, both competitors were sure to regain their footing at the exact same moment, in the absence of outside interference. However this utopian situation involving no run-ins was increasingly becoming more of a fairy tale, as the imposing presence of the Hardcore Champion brought the prospect of interference to the forefront of everyone's mind. Thankfully for Triple 6 however, he had not yet noticed the presence of Razer, which allowed the Heartstopper to remain focused on the task at hand. The same thing went for the still floored Kennin Clansman, whose only concern at the moment was getting back to his feet and putting Triple 6 away. In Kalevala's mind, there was only one way he was leaving this ring, with a victory.

Razer's presence, however un-noticed it may have been to the competitors within the squared circle, was painfully obvious to those standing on the apron. The uneasy feeling created by the pipe-wielding Hardcore Champion was enough to send a chill down each one of their spines. The only thing keeping them focused on what was happening inside the ring, was the fact that Razer appeared to be content at remaining on the stage. Regardless of this, Vegeta kept looking over his shoulder at all times. Now, perhaps in response to this additional potential threat, the newly crowned PWA World Champion Piccie Smalls jumped off the apron, in an attempt to speed things up. Reaching into the ring under the bottom rope, Mr. Smalls grabbed a hold of the Northlander's ankle, and quickly yanked him out of the ring. Proceeding to unleash hell on the Commonwealth Champion, in a sort of repeat of the THOP final, Piccie Smalls began to work Kalevala down on the outside of the ring. At this point, Triple 6 had lifted himself up to his feet, and turned around to make contact with the King of the Commonwealth, when he realized that Piccie had granted the King an early exit. This was the moment when the Antichrist Superstar first witnessed Razer standing ominously at the head of the stage. Glaring out of the ring towards him, Triple 6 began to move towards the ropes closest to the stage, with surprisingly sturdy footing. However in an uncharacteristic mind slip, the Corpsemaker had seemed to lose track of who was the legal man, for according to Lucha Rules, it was not longer Kalevala. This glaringly obvious fact, although easily forgettable in the heat of the moment, was about to be jarred back into Triple 6's line of sight; courtesy of a soaring Kyle Rieger. Capitolizing on the distraction provided by Razer, the Freak had climbed the turnbuckle and had leaped high into the air, hooking Triple 6's head on the way down, landing a huge bulldog from the top rope! This added further damage to the Iconoclast's already softened head and neck! Riding a wave of adrenaline, the fiery Freak Rieger jumped back to his feet and played to the crowd, much to their disapproval. After the pleasantries were through, the Freak flipped off Vegeta, before turning his back to him, and marching over to his own corner. Thinking he was going to tag him in, Deception extended his hand. Brushing the former World Champ aside, the Freak instead un-tied and ripped off both the top and middle turnbuckle padding, before turning back inside the ring, locking in on Triple 6. With the intent of causing mass amounts of damage to the Iconoclast, and still chuckling at the thought of Deception expecting a tag, the Freak approached the downed Triple 6, just as Deception grabbed his foot from the outside, and tugged the downed Heartstopper out of the ring and down to the padded floor. Glaring down at Deception, who was now working on Triple 6, with a pissed off scowl; the Freak slowly turned around as the audience began to roar. The Owner was now the legal man.

With their partners having paired up, brawling each other on the outside, it was left to Rieger and Vegeta to finish things up. Their hatred for each other was no secret, and therefore as they approached each other, the audience once again lost their minds. Immediately they started exchanging left and rights, not even taking the time to block each other's blows. Years of pent up frustrations were being let out, and even though they must have been in incredible amounts of pain, they enjoyed every second of it. During this flurry, no one happened to notice Razer quickly sneak up on the happenings. Making the rounds to each one of his foes, the Hardcore champ first introduced his lead pipe to the back of Piccie Smalls skull. Collapsing down to the mat, this allowed Kalevala enough time to recover. The Kennin Warrior looked up at Razer, expecting to get hit himself, but instead Razer turned his attention to Vegeta and Rieger.

With the Icon gaining the advantage in the striking department, Rieger had to resort to less than clean tactics. Stomping on the legend's foot, and even sinking so low as to hit Vegeta's injured knee with a stiff heel shot, Rieger succeeded at taking the Owner off his balance, and simply pushed with all his force, sending Vegeta stumbling backwards towards the ropes. In a seemingly planned array of moves, Rieger grabbed the refs collar to distract him, and then Razer made his move, striking Vegeta's lower back from outside of the ring. Screaming in pain, PWA's untouchable owner stumbled back towards the center of the ring, back towards Rieger, who proceeded to guide the Icon slamming back first into the exposed turnbuckles with a feverish Irish whip! Once again the owner was struck in his injured back, wincing in pain. Vegeta stumbled back towards Rieger, who picked him up and dropped him on his back with a sidewalk slam! Getting back to his feet, with his mouth almost frothing, he turned Vegeta over and locked in, the Lock! Due to the amount of damage suffered to his lower back over the course of the match, Vegeta only had seconds to last.

However suddenly Triple 6, who had made relatively short work of Deception, began to slide into the ring, attempting to make the save! Getting back to his feet before attemping to lunge at the Freak, the Iconoclast was intercepted by Kalevala, who grabbed him and quickly hit him with Snowblind! The audience was on their feet. In the center of the ring, the tag team champions were both locked in painful submission manoeuvres!

Johnny: Dear GOD! Piccie is down! Deception is out! And Razer is watching on with a sick smirk on his face! THIS COULD BE IT!

Donny: BRILLIANT!

Almost in unison, Vegeta and Triple six began to tap. The damage done to their respective body parts was too much for even the champs to bear. The crowd was going crazy.

Announcer: The winners of this match as result of a submission, Kalevala, Kyle Rieger and Deception!

Kalevala and Kyle released the holds, and proceeded to go and grab the tag team belts from the referee, and hold them high above their heads, before patronizingly placing them down onto the incapacitated champions. Sponsored by the Letter K then turned towards the stage, where they locked eyes with Razer, who simply smiled and then went backstage.
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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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