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| #1 Contenders Open Tag Team Title Challenge; All teams are welcome (RULES INSIDE) | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 3 2008, 02:42 PM (350 Views) | |
| Vegeta | Mar 3 2008, 02:42 PM Post #1 |
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RULES FOR THIS MATCH: 1. In order to participate in this match, you must post your own introduction. If you want to, you may include both your partner's and your intro in the same post. 2. Every team will have up until Tuesday 7pm EST to enter. After that, no other team can enter. 3. Once the deadline hits, all participants can begin RPing. 4. There are no place holders, so don't post any. 5. The current Tag Team Champions are not allowed to enter this match. 6. The winners of this match can cash their contendership in at anytime, although the latest will be at Massacre. 7. All other PWA Official Rules still apply to this match. (Check Announcements forum for details) 8. During the match, only two men will be legal and the rest of the people will be on the outside of the ring. Anyone can be tagged in at any time. Any questions? Send me a PM and I'll try to answer you asap. Good luck to everyone. THERE ARE TWO TEAMS PER CORNER (one with Rev Inc/Tommy&ALX, one with Indy's team/ZeXXs, one with The Wicked and one with True Brits/Da Beet's team) |
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| Hellfire | Mar 3 2008, 05:05 PM Post #2 |
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--- Revolution Inc. - Koda & Hellfire --- The crowd is eagerly anticipating the upcoming Tag Team Open Challenge, which’s aim is to find the next contenders for the PWA World Tag Team Titles. Suddenly the opening notes to “Know Your Enemy” by Rage Against The Machine hits the PA system. As if being an integrated part of the song, the crowd begins to boo as they know that this particular theme belongs to the much hated Revolution Inc. They are not prepared as to who comes out from behind the curtain. Accompanied by Haley, Kalevala, and Nattie Neithard, out comes two of the largest and most feared competitors that the entire wrestling world has seen, Koda & Hellfire. Johnny: Oh…my…GOD! NO! This has got to be one of the most destructive teams I’ve ever seen! Donny: Oh…my…GOD! YEAH! The deranged, sadistic Hellfire, AND the destructive, heartless Koda! I’ve died and gone to carnage HEAVEN! The two giants calmly stroll down towards the ring as the Ring Announcer awkwardly announces the arrival of the two to the fans before getting the hell out of the ring and out of sight. The Rev. Inc. Team settles in the farthest corner, their entourage settling just on the other side of the ropes as they prepare themselves to face whoever brave…or dumb enough to compete in this match. OOC: Good luck to everyone participating |
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| Indystar | Mar 4 2008, 12:09 AM Post #3 |
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The two giants wait for their first set of "playthings" as the crowd chat amongst themselves. Suddenly "Big Shit Poppin'" by TI begins to play over the PA system. Its heavy rythems and flowing beats causes every hip-hop lover in the arena to lift their hands in the air and shake them around like they just don't care. Suddenly two figures come down the entrance way; one is a muscular black man, serious look on his face, his partner is a white guy wearing hip-hop paraphanalia, his hands signalling west wide to the crowd, or east side, no one is really sure. Donny: Who are these guys? Johnny: I think that's Kevin Carter, one of Kendo's friends...but who's...? Suddenly the white guy grabs one of the cameras and forces the cameraman to look at him ???: YEAH MOTHERFUCKA!! VANILLA KRUNK CHRIS CARTER!! BLACKEST WHITEBOY IN DA HOOD! YEAH! WHAT!! WHAT!! ME AND KEVIN CARTER, BEST TAG-TEAM IN DA WORLD! WE TRAVEL TO JAPAN AND GERMANY! WHAT! WHAT! WE GO BUST SOME CAPS IN ASSES BITCHES!! MAKE KENDO PROUD BOY! WE GO CRACKALACKING ASS KICKING BACK CRACKING SKULL SMACKING AND SHOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THEM WANKSTAS MESS WIT DA HOOD! NOW WORD TO YO MOTHA...........BBBIII-YYYYOOOOOOTTTTCCCCHHHH!!! The camera turns to Chris' partner, Kevin, who just shakes his head in annoyance Kevin: .....Word........stupid motherfucker Johnny: Well....that was interesting Donny: Did you understand that? I didn't? Felt like something penetrating my ear and it doesn't feel right The two slide into the ring and head to their corner. As Kevin stretches out on the ropes, Chris is still talking trash to the team of Hellfire and Koda OoC: Good Luck to all |
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| Alex LeBlanc | Mar 4 2008, 10:33 AM Post #4 |
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-The lights hit to darkness, and instead of just two teams, it seems this is going to be a Suicide Six Pack of carnage and brutality. The crowd awaiting which two men are next to walk through that curtain, an omnious choir of voices can be heard, growing in strength and tone, the sound floating and bouncing off the walls. Without warning, the choir voices stop, the lights going to darkness once again. Within seconds, there is an amazing flurry of explosions around the Pojotron. The crowd looks on in astonishment when as the smoke clears, we see two hooded figures standing at the top of the stage, back turned to the crowd. A new synthesizer beat begins to pump through the PA as both figures turn and reveal themselves, pushing the hoods back to reveal the team of Alex LeBlanc and Tommy Dragon.- Jonny: Oh dear god... Donny: Well...this just got interesting... -The sounds of "Living On A Prayer" by Bon Jovi thumping loudly throught the arena, a spotlight follows both men, both men marching with a purpose, Tommy leading the way, Alex following.- "Johnny used to work on the docks Unions been on strike Hes down on his luck...its tough, so tough..." "Gina works the diner all day Working for her man, she brings home her pay For love - for love.." -The two men slipping off their hooded jackets, revealing tassles on their forms, Alex even wearing a red Tiger stripped headband, looking very ridiculous and stuck in the 80s, the crowd begins singing along, in love with the two men, cheering wildly at the theme, regardless of the fact these dastardly heels have made their intentions clear in the past.- Crowd, along with the song: "She says weve got to hold on to what weve got cause it doesnt make a difference If we make it or not Weve got each other and thats a lot For love - well give it a shot..." -As Tommy and Alex steps on the apron, they point out toward the crowd, laughing, jovial, having a good time, the crowd overwhelmingly responding by singing the chorus.- "Whooa, were half way there! Whooooooa....Livin on a prayer! Take my hand and well make it - I swear! Whooooa...Livin on a prayer!" |
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| Deano White | Mar 4 2008, 11:10 AM Post #5 |
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The “True Brits” Dean Michael White & Edwin Blackwell make there way to the ring to the chime of Vivaldi’s “spring” the British superstars both snub the crowd and make crude gestures as their heat gets a bit too much to them to take. They get to the ring and begin scouting out the other three teams at this moment in time with Dean bearing the most grudges especially with Tommy Dragon whose actions has made the iron duke a bit uneasy and is scowling for answers tonight. Johnny: PWA’s own union jack tag team, I think it’s obvious who Dean has his mind set on in this match as the whole show Dragon put on at yesterdays final for the PWA cup which proved costly for this brutal submissionist. Donny: Damn right, it will be interesting to see how both men integrate with one and other in what guarantees to be an exiting bout. On a side note Blackwell’s appearances have been pretty limited in more recent weeks however he did muster up a promising win against the former PWA commonwealth champion Anthony Pelizzoli, I think he will make up for lost time tonight and impress his fellow True Brit member. |
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| De Beet | Mar 4 2008, 11:13 AM Post #6 |
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Following the arrival of the “True Brits” the Pojotron fills up with green, yellow and red strobe lightning then suddenly Barrington Levy’s eighties reggae classic “Here I come(Broader than Broadway)” fills the arena. Suddenly to the shock of the crowd a familiar face appears on the Pojotron in the form of the man they called De Beet and begins to walk towards the ring with a burly man who appears to be his entourage. Johnny: Its De beet mon, he’s every announcers favourite as it means I you can speak like an extra from cool runnings and still get paid for it in the process. That piece of paper in front of you Don what does it say? Donny: Well it says the man beside him is his bodyguard and tag team partner “Judge Dread” who will also be competing in this match. Hey if it’s an open challenge why not, hopefully a real brother De Beet and his partner will kick some sense into Malibu’s most wanted and will turn him into a yuppie. Well saying that in that film, when they tried to turn him back white it was to no avail. To my knowledge the man who now refers to himself as the “Kingston Killer” hasn’t stepped foot in a PWA ring for over a year and it will certainly be interesting to see what impact De Beet and his partner Judge Dread will have in this match. |
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| Tom Tyco | Mar 4 2008, 04:06 PM Post #7 |
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The Wicked, Tom Tyco and Frank Evans, totally enter. |
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| ZeXX | Mar 4 2008, 06:38 PM Post #8 |
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COME ON BABY! KICK THOSE DAISIES!! "Daisy Dukes" by the 69 boys begins to play as a of ZeXXes head to the ring, one wearing only daisey dukes and knee high socks. Johnny + Donny: The two ZeXXez slide into the ring and start to dance in the ring. The one wearing only Daisy dukes shakes his body like a stripper, while his manboobs jiggle like geletine in a Jello Commercial with Bill Cosby. The blubbery ZeXX's flesh disgusts some wresterls so much, they leave the ring, mostly to the rancid stench emitting from his man's body (OoC: ZeXX #2 - 5'11" 325.lbs) |
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| Adam Senton | Mar 4 2008, 06:51 PM Post #9 |
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OOC: I know this is spam, but can you really join the match as two people, Indy? Same with Dean, it gives you a huge advantage. But I'm just saying. And also, good luck to whoever wins. And to not make this spam.... IC: Adam Senton comes down to the announce table. Senton: Hey boys. Donny: Yes! Adam Senton, one half of the tag team champions! OOC: Use me as you wish. |
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| Tom Tyco | Mar 5 2008, 12:25 AM Post #10 |
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Tom Tyco peers over at Adam Senton in disgust before the match can begin. He then proceeds to follow his eye trail out of the ring and onto the outer ring floor just meters before the announce table. Adam greets him with a few choice words as he stands up - Tom "greets" the temporary announcer back with his own words. Adam becomes infuriated enough to Tom Tyco just as hard as the gif. portrays. As the Man-Beast turns around from the force, his face is greeted by a hellish Big Boot from Hellfire. The former GX partner pushes the lifeless Tom Tyco into the ring, thus starting the match.DING DING DING Immediately, the fiery giant makes a cover on Tom Tyco, but nearly the entire mass of competition is there to stomp the living hell out of his back. It's all against two, with Koda attempting to pull some of the competition away from his fallen ally. Unfortunately for him, the large group splits in two to attack him as well. The group that drives him into a corner with his arms rested on the ropes consists of The ZeXXez, Da Beet and Judge Dread, and The "True Brits" Dean Michael White & Edwin Blackwell. Each man delivers their own unique punch to the damned, causing Koda to receive at least 4 fists a second. The official attempts to bring order to the ring with little success. Many more officials soon file into the ring from the backstage area and finally retrain some of the teams by sending them out of the ring. One by one, the competitors pass the ropes to the outside until two men remain: Frank Evans and Kevin Carter. Frank's towering height over Kevin's average height makes this a true David and Goliath battle, but the expression on Kevin's faces shows he is far from intimidated by the advantage. Through their staring eyes, the intensity from a spectator's perspective multiplies until one man is forced to give in and take the first shot; Frank Backhand Chops Kevin across the sternum. The connection is impressionable enough to make the entire ring shake. The hardcore giant ensues with another chop, backing Kevin into the corner this time. His foot takes place of his hand as it drives into Carter's diaphragm region. A quick gasp escapes the Ghetto star's lungs in unison to his forth whipping head. Steadily now, the dominating giant tip toes back to the opposite corner. The fans begin the "Holy Sh**" chants as Evans charges toward his opponent like a mad locomotive. Both bodies connect with an ill-faded "SMACK!" to be the afterthought of this connection. Frank crumbles to his knees upon taking a desperate Dropkick under the chin! Without thought, Kevin covers his opponent. Will the underdog pin reach "Three?" (It's a start. Good luck, competition and Frank.) |
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| Alex LeBlanc | Mar 5 2008, 02:34 PM Post #11 |
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THR-...NO! The count gets broken up by Alex LeBlanc, wearing tassles and all, the youngster stomping away at the back of Carter's head, walking away as the move jars Carter's head forward. Carter rolls off and looks back at LeBlanc, Alex holding his hands up, trying to stave off what is to be impending doom to come upon his stickly body. Getting back into a corner, LeBlanc looks over his shoulder, searching for his partner Tommy Dragon. To his dismay, Dragon has stepped through the ropes and is on the outside, back turned to his partner, sitting and chatting with a female fan in the front row. Alex: TOMMY...HELP! Tommy: You're doing great! Keep it up! Carter converges on Alex, backing him into the turnbuckle, breaking him down with left and right hands, beating him down with a powerful flurry of fist and forerms. Seconds ago his rival, Evans now begins to work TOGETHER with Carter, believing in the old addage that you the weakest one should be the easiest to eliminate. Each man takes an opposing side and they begin laying the boots to LeBlanc, driving their soles and heels into the stomach of the twig-like LeBlanc, his body jarring back with each blow, Tommy Dragon STILL on the outside flirting and conversing with that female fan. Tommy, asking for the fan's number, saying it over his shoulder: AWESOME ALEX, THAT SOUNDS LIKE SOME GREAT ASS KICKING THERE! Alex just groans, and the crowd begins to laugh uproariously, Carter lifting LeBlanc to his feet and whipping LeBlanc, tassles and all across the ring into an opposing turnbuckle, "Twiggy" hitting the corner back first with an echoing thud. He sucks in a deep breath, in obvious pain and begins to scream for any help. Alex: SOMEBODY HELP ME! I'M NOT THE LEGAL MAN! HELP! From out on the outside, Tommy frustratedly responds, barely looking over his shoulder. Tommy: DAMNIT, ALEX! I'LL BE THERE IN A MINUTE, CAPTAIN COCKBLOCK! Tommy shakes his head and turns back to the female fan, apologizing, getting back to his conquest, Alex just lowering his head dejectedly, looking over his shoulder at his opponent's in the corner, these opponents specifically being Koda and Hellfire. Koda pats the kid's back sympathetically, only seconds before Evans charges at full-speed and splashes LeBlanc in the corner. Not missing a step, and the momentary teamwork amongst the two opponents still solid, Kevin Carter now rushes toward the staggered LeBlanc and DROPKICKS him in the jaw. Alex takes the hit and stumbles forward a bit, dramatically, before Flair-Flopping to the ground with a great dramatic thud, the sound echoing and causing Tommy to turn around. When he does, Dragon looks at his downed partner and begins to scream and yell at him angered. Tommy: WHAT THE HELL DID YOU! I LEAVE YOU ALONE FOR A SECOND AND YOU GET YOUR ASS-KICKED! YOU WERE DOING SO WELL! YOU ARE SO NOT A GOOD PARTNER! Alex just groans and rolls himself out of the ring, falling to his chest, Tommy berating LeBlanc the whole way back to their corner, the capacity crowd laughing uproariously at the comedic relief of the two men. Meanwhile, back in the ring, Carter has left himself open as he stares out at the distraction from Dragon and LeBlanc. Returning the favor, Evans rolls Carter up, putting his feet up on the ropes for added leverage, the referee not seeing it. 1... 2... Chris Carter climbs the turnbuckle and leaps, coming across the back of Evans neck with a Legdrop, breaking up the count, screaming out "BOOM" upon landing , doing a headshake, then pointing at Evans. Chris: YEAAAAH DAAAWG...WHAT NOW, CHUMP! WHATCHU GOT!? CARTER AND ONE! WHAT!?! Growing tired of the hijinks of Chirs Carter, Tyco rushes from his corner and hits a Northern Lariat on the Cracka Whiteboy, driving his head into the mat, shutting the annoying white kid up. |
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| Kalevala | Mar 5 2008, 03:07 PM Post #12 |
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Content with what he had accomplished, Tyco proceeded to dump the downed Carter cousin out of the ring, beneath the bottom rope; kicking him to the floor. Turning back to the centre of the ring, the Pick was well aware that his partner had things under control, but would soon require a tag. In the spirit of working together as a team, and co-operating their way to victory, Tyco quickly helped up his old pal Evans, and then promptly returned to the apron. Dazed, but not entirely confused, Evans reached down and lifted Kevin Carter up to his feet, locking him in a head-lock, before stumbling towards the refreshed Tom Tyco, eagerly anticipating a tag. As it stood now, there were two men in the ring, and the rest of them had returned to their respective corners. Order had been restored; at least for the time being. In one corner, there stood the team of Koda and Hellfire, as well as Tommy Dragon in ALX. In the next corner stood the Zexxes and the Carters. A little further down the line, in yet another corner, stood DeBeet and Judge Dread as well as the True Brits. Luckily enough for Tyco and Evans, they had a corner all to themselves. This made the prospect of a tag all the more appealing, for Evans did not have to concern himself with other teams tagging themselves in. Approaching the Pick, Evans extended his hand and made the tag. Sliding through the middle ropes, Tyco was quick to drill his boot deep into Kevin Carter's rib cage. As Evans took his place on the apron, the Pick began to lace into Kevin with a flurry of stiff forearm shots to the back of his head and neck, keeping his opponent at bay, slowly wearing him down. Securely wrapping his wrist around Kevin's, the veteran Tyco proceeded to push his co-combatant into the ropes, building up enough steam to execute a very powerful irish-whip! Extrapolating the trajectory of Mr. K. Carter, the teams on the apron, hungry for action, were waiting for any chance to steal a tag. With the corners so crowded, it would be easy for anyone to make a blind tag, if they so desired. Racing to slap the incoming Kevin's back as he bounded into the ropes, was none other than Koda and the original ZeXX. Assuming the smaller, more wiry ZeXX would have the edge over the much larger Koda, the audience expected some Grade A tomfoolery to transpire in the coming seconds; however, it was Koda who successfully made contact with Carter first! Therefore in lieu of comedy and humour, the audience would soon be treated to chaos and destruction. Stepping over the top rope, Koda made his entrance. An imposing figure who cast quite a shadow on the canvas, the Maniacal Monster Koda simply glared at Tyco, who incidentally, was more concerned with a rebounding Kevin Carter at the moment. Bouncing back off the ropes, Kevin Carter rushed towards Tyco, attempting to get the edge with speed and cunning...however, experience won out in the end, with Tyco executing a beautifully orchestrated Flap Jack! Turning around to face his downed opponent, the unsuspecting Pick had no idea who was looming over his shoulder. It was only when the referee approached the recovering Carter Cousin that Tyco put two and two together. As the referee ushered the illegal man out of the squared circle, Tyco was left to fend for himself. Slowly turning around, Mr. Tyco came face to face with Mr. Koda; and Mr. Koda was not very pleased. Immediately clasping his giant hand around the Man-Beast's neck, Koda led the much smaller Hardcore Legend into the centre of the ring. No good could come of what was about to happen next. (Legal men: Koda and Tyco; good luck!) |
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| ZeXX | Mar 6 2008, 12:13 AM Post #13 |
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Dead center of the ring, Tom Tyco finds himself alone against Revolution-X's own masked monster, Koda. He gives the big man one giant fist to the face but Koda retaliates with a jab to the throat. Falling backward, the former Hardcore champion known as "The Pick" doesn't drop to his back but lands on one knee, allowing himself to get back up quickly. As he circles the giant creature, Tom rushes him and goes for the big man's legs; nothing. Koda wraps arm around Tom's head in a front face lock and knees the Man-Beast in the gut before pushing him back to the ground. Tyco is stunned on how immoble the masked monster really is so he gets back up, crouching down, keeping low in case of this creature's true rage came forth. Alone on his own corner, Frank slaps the turnbuckle hard, trying to get long time Wicked fans to cheer him on. Soon the crowd clap to The Beast's beat, allowing Tom to get some momentum in his strategy; he grabs one of Koda's wrists, pushes him into the ropes and whips him into the opposite side. As Koda hits the ropes, he adds momentum into his own spring and lifts his foot to rip Tyco's skull off his neck. Miss. Instead, Tom ducks the big boot from the depth of Hell and trips the giant monster off his remaining leg, diving for the masked head of Koda. Koda gasps for breath, his neck trapped between Tom Tyco's bicep and ribcage, with his partner far away, the monster decides to go for any pin. Slowing he forces himself and Tom up and starts to walk towards an unknown corner, he can barely see, The Gargoyles' body blocks his sight. He reaches out for a hand and someone's sweaty palm connects. Soon, Tyco's grip looses and Koda can see the person he tagged in: The Fat ZeXX. The referee tries to regain order as the Masked Monster walks back to his corner and stands on the ringside with his partner, while the Fat ZeXX slopply enters the ring. As soon as the obesed masked man got within breathing distance, The Man-Beast already feels like vomitting, the man's body odor reaks of old milk shakes and mold weiners. The fat ZeXX takes advantage of his opponent's sickness and butt-butts his opponent into the ground, pinning him for not even a one count [Legal - Fat ZeXX and Tom Tyco] |
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| Alex LeBlanc | Mar 7 2008, 01:49 PM Post #14 |
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-Fat Zexx lifts Tyco to his feet, doing a little shimmy of his waist, his fatness and man tits shaking to the nauseating delight of the fans. Gripping Tyco by his wrist, he whips The Pick across the ring toward the ropes. As Tyco hits the ropes back first however, Alex LeBlanc reaches over and slaps Tyco on the back, making a blind tag, that the referee acknowledges having seen the exchange. Tyco comes back toward the center of the ring, ducking a clothesline from Fat Zexx before coming back full speed, only to get stopped by Fat Zexx looking for Hip Toss. Tyco avoids the toss, side-stepping before going for one himself, only to have that blocked, both men standing side by side, while unbeknownst to them, Tyco is not the legal man. The referee gets between both men, trying to seperate them, explaining to both that Tyco had been tagged out, both men standing confused, arguing and yelling at the official. Within seconds however, it becomes utterly evident who the legal man is as LeBlanc grabs hold of the top rope and vaults himself onto it, springing off and connecting with a beautifully placed Front Double Leg Dropkick, a foot connecting on both of the chests of either men. The crowd explodes for the manuever, Fat Zexx rolling out of the ring in obvious pain.- -Working the crowd, trying to whip them into a frenzy, LeBlanc lifts Tyco to his feet, beating him with a flurry of right hands, pointing to Tommy Dragon who immediately gets his cue and comes into the ring. Alex grips onto The Pick's wrist and whips him across the ring, where waiting for him is none other than the Submission Magician, Tommy Dragon. Dragon catches Tyco in a well-executed Drop Toehold, knocking the Pick to the mat. Acting quickly, Dragon locks in a Bridging Rear Chinlock, the crowd looking on in awe. Their awe however, turns to immediate fervor as ALX takes off the ropes and connects with a Basement Dropkick. The manuever sounds waves of applause throughout the arena, but they aren't done as Tommy rolls off instinctively and hits the ropes, LeBlanc holding Tyco down by his arms, allowing Dragon to leap off the canvas and hit a Somersault Senton! The crowd in a fervor, foaming at the mouth at the action the two have produced, it is now ALX's turn, the youngster taking 4 paces toward the ropes, Dragon now doing the duties of holding Pick down. As LeBlanc reaches the ropes, he springs off the middle rope, hitting a picturesque LIONSAULT, the crowd exploding, banging at the guardrails as LeBlanc makes the cover.- 1... 2... |
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| Tom Tyco | Mar 7 2008, 02:02 PM Post #15 |
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From out of nowhere, Frank comes into the ring and drives his boot into Alex's mid-back. The count is diminished. Tommy Dragon is quick to attempt to take out Frank Evans with most powerful Clothesline he can muster, but not even that is enough to take the towering competitor off his feet. Tommy darts toward the ropes to gain a little more momentum while administering another powerful Clothesline, but the connection of this one only causes Frank to take a step back. If it doesn't work the first two times, try something new, right? No - Dragon paces to the ropes to repel a third time. A grueling "SMACK!" follows the process of flesh on leather - Tommy takes a Big Boot to the face. His body immediately falls to the canvas while his body squirms in careless motion. He rolls out of the ring, leaving Frank, Alex, and Tom. Wisely, Alex rolls away from the scene and goes to tag in Fat ZeXX for a second time. Although the fat one is in undesirable pain, he should be able to use his own physical features to gain a quick control. He holds his chest in agonizing pain as he hobbles over to Frank. Although much larger in size, the Hardcore Giant can not help but start to well up with tears and hold his nose. His oozing eyes squint shut as he charges toward his corner, leaving his partner defenseless! The Fat ZeXX takes notice and pours his body over-top of Tom's own. The official makes his count all the way to two when incredibly, Mr. Tyco's arm pulls away from the canvas, despite the reeking blob of flesh that is consuming him. Luckily gases and such rise to the air or else Tom Tyco may have suffocated to death. He somehow squirms away from the bacterial fighter and crawls over to the corner housing Hellfire and Koda while extending his arm, but both men scramble to avoid his hand by jumping to the outside! Slow as he may be, the large ZeXX tracks down the endangered competitor and merely sits on his back. One can see the fleshy roans escape from Tom's face now. His arms flail and his yell becomes rebellious. The over-chunked fists of his opponent jello's into his upper vertebrate time and time again. Once the over-sized fighter pulls himself off the Man-beast, Tom once more scrambles for the next corner as though the damage taken has not fazed him - he is much more worried about avoiding the foulness of his opponent. The next corner contains DeBeet, Judge Dread and the True Brits, but they too jump away from the charging arm of the legal man and quietly walk away as though Tom were not even near them. Big ZeXX again arrives at Tom's destination with a big toothy grin. His Elbow pops out from his side and leads all of his mass to pile on top of Tyco's lower back. The crowds gain their excitement back by hollering "HOLY SH**" a second time in this match while watching Tom's almond eyes pop out of his head. There is no hope for him in this corner, or perhaps any corner, so Fat ZeXX has no problem toying with him and allowing him to try again to find a tag in competitor in a third corner. He stands up, which allows the Man-Beast to squirm to a third corner while staggering with pain. In this corner stands Frank Evans of the same stable The Wicked. Surely he will help his partner and take down the ever-unpopular Fat ZeXX, right? Well, Frank's face begins to grow with concern and it lacks confidence. It looks like he wants no part of this large, contaminated foe and goes so far as to threaten to jump off the ring apron like the other combatants in the previous corners. Tom extends his arm for a tag, but can only reach so far for ZeXX traps him under his thunderous right foot at the buttocks area. So much mass in one leg alone stops Tom from being able to reach Frank, so it will be the Hardcore Giant himself who decides whether it's worth it to win the contenders match or not. With his eyes closed, and his lips moving without words (seemingly to make a wish or prayer), Evans takes one final deep breath and taps his partner's hand! Fat ZeXX's eyes grow to the size of his own body - can he use his stench and mass to do to Frank as he has done to Tom Tyco? EDIT: I had to redo the RP due to Alex RPing, but it is set. •Frank Evans and Fat ZeXX are the legal men. |
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| Kalevala | Mar 7 2008, 04:21 PM Post #16 |
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Stepping into the squared circle, it was Frank Evans' turn to spearhead the Anti-Fat ZeXX endeavour. Possessing a stature that intimidated his opponents as opposed to repulse them was working in Frank's favour. Being able to psychologically cripple your opponents before you even begin your assault, made the successful execution of any attack far more effective. As though approaching the situation like ripping off a band-aid, Evans figured it would be best to get it over with as quickly as possible. Therefore the Beast, true to his name sake, pounced on his opponent quicker than a hiccup. Going toe-to-toe with Frank Evans was probably not the smartest move to make, and even Fat ZeXX knew that. Stumbling back in shock, unable to process the offensive blitzkrieg thrown down by the Beast, Fat ZeXX sold the flurry of punches like only a fat, unathletic man could. Waddling backwards towards the nearest corner, the terrified Fat ZeXX, who seemed to be mere moments away from soiling himself, collapsed into the turnbuckles, shaking the entire ring. Then, out of what appeared to be mercy, the Canadian Monster Koda slapped his hand across the flabby ZeXX's shoulder. Acknowledging the tag, Frank Evans finally let up his relentless assault on the Fat ZeXX, and took a few healthy steps back towards the centre of the squared circle. Still in the foetal position, the Fat ZeXX only began to roll out of the ring once the referee had assured him the beating was over. Koda stepped over the top rope, and as both of his boots touched the canvas, everyone watching knew that things were about to pick up. Having spared everyone involved in the match by tagging out the disgusting, talentless Fat ZeXX, Koda was hoping to restore some dignity to the nights affairs, and in doing so, claim the #1 Contendership for the Tag Team titles for Hellfire and himself. Slowly stepping towards the equally as large Evans, the two gargantuan competitors met face to face in the centre of the ring. After a few tense moments, each taking turns at out-glaring one another, it was Frank Evans that laid out the challenge of strength, raising his hand high above his head. The crowd roared on in approval, wishing and hoping that Koda would accept; it wasn't everyday when two warriors of this size settled things like the warriors of old. However, unfortunately for the folks watching at home, and in the arena, Koda had worked too hard to get to this spot, and was not going to let pride stand in his way. Therefore in the 'blink of an eye', Koda managed to jab his thumb deep down into the Beast's left eye! Grabbing his eye in agony, letting out a loud howl, Frank stumbled backwards. Amidst a shower of jeers rained down on Koda for his spineless, yet crafty, actions, the Canadian Monster charged towards the dazed Evans with all his might, and connected with a stiff clothesline that sent the Seven-foot-two Evans down to the canvas. Although not accustomed to being man-handled, in this case Frank Evans was the 'smaller' of the two men in the ring. Despite Koda giving up roughly two inches in height, Koda was almost fifty pounds heavier than Evans; with this added bulk and momentum, it was easy to see how some might consider the taller Evans the underdog in this situation. Continuing from where he left off, the usually calm, cool and collected Koda mounted the downed Evans, and began to unleash a flurry of punches of his own! Immediately putting up his forearms in an attempt to protect his face, Evans braved the blizzard of sledgehammer like fists that Koda was hammering him with. In an instant, this professional wrestling match had evolved into something out of UFC. Hesitating at first, the official was forced to intercede, as it was blatantly obvious that Koda was connecting with closed fists. In a frenzy, Koda connected with one final strike to Evans, and then quickly got back to his feet, removing himself from his opponent at the referee's insistence. Koda looked out at the audience and let out a sinister roar, before turning back towards the recovering Frank Evans. Although having been on the receiving end of a few heavy strikes from a frenzied Koda, the experienced Hardcore competitor in Frank Evans was not new to this kind of punishment. Shaking out the cobwebs rather quickly, the slightly dazed Evans turned over onto his stomach, slowly raising himself off of the canvas. With blood trickling down from his nose, and into his mouth, Evans slowly pushed himself up to his feet. Reeling a bit from the attack mere moments ago, Evans spit out some blood from his mouth, before slowly bringing his forearm across his face to wipe his chin clean; unaware that a Monster lurked in the Darkness, ready to strike. Right behind him, the crouched Koda stalked the Beast, waiting for an opening to strike. |
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| Thomas Driver | Mar 8 2008, 04:27 AM Post #17 |
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Koda crouches in the corner, ready to pounce the second his prey became aware of his presence. His muscles tense with each passing moment, the heels of his boots raised off the canvas as if the masked behemoth was about to leap across the ring. Whatever hell the insurance policy had in mind ends early, all with a weak slap across his shoulder. Stunned, the massive gladiator turns to watch an eager De Beet climb inside the squared circle and head over towards a seemingly defenseless Frank Evans. Doing his job, the official demands Koda relinquish his place to his smaller cohort, harassment from the True Brits angering the giant further. Instead of simply existing, two fists send “Dean” Michael White and Edwin Blackwell tumbling to the padded floor below as a brawl sparks in that corner. The Revolution Inc. members find themselves dealing not only with the enraged Britons, but the nearby contingent of Chris and Kevin Carter. Outside has turned into chaos as the two representatives of Team ZeXX leave their posts to battle while the match still takes place between the ropes. Trying to start another offensive, the Kingston Killer rushes forward with all hope of delivering some match-ending maneuver to a man that outweighs, outsizes and generally outpowers him. Donny: It’s chaos out there, we need more referees to calm these guys down. Johnny: That doesn’t seem to be stopping the match, De Beet is looking to take advantage. Perhaps it was ring-rust, perhaps it was the constant purple haze that clouds De Beet’s judgment, but there was something not working in the mind of PWA’s sole Jamaican athlete. All that results from the athlete’s wanton charge is a burning lariat, one that cracks the gritted teeth of the returning competitor before flipping him out on the canvas. As he stumbles over the corner, the official does his best to temper the storm going on outside; thus giving some of the remaining men a chance to capitalize on such a opportune situation. Tommy raises a hand high in the air before violently clapping his own hand, the referee quickly waving it off as a tag while he orders more officials at ringside to help quell the war. Johnny: Frank Evans is a monster, that clothesline nearly turned De Beet inside-out. Donny: It’s a lariat, not a clothesline. Lariats are like clothesline, but more awesome. Satisfied with that last maneuver, the more monstrous half of The Wicked whips his tongue around in an attempt to remove the taste of iron in his nose and throat. He heads over for the pinfall, but the referee steps before the super heavyweight in an attempt to inform him of his illegal status in the contest. The Hotshot is more than willing to do the official’s job for him, driving his forearm across the backside of the unsuspecting fan favorite. With the warrior hunched over, Tommy Dragon slams his bent knee into the midsection with what can only be described as a shit-eating across plastered across his face. That last shot sees Frank Evans double over in pain, blood splattering against the surface below as the powerhouse spits out the contents of his rust-colored mouth. Normally the brawler would recover from such a blow, but injuries sustained throughout this match - in addition to the hand cupped around his skull - make it a challenge for him to simply raise his head. He watches the dots of red elixir litter a formerly pure white canvas; completely unaware of his opponents’ evil intentions. Tommy’s participation in this match does last long, as he swipes hands with the only man standing out the apron - his partner, the professed Motor City machinegun. At the orders of his mentor, Alex LeBlanc ascends the turnbuckle post so that he faces fervent crowd packed inside tonight’s arena. He waves at them, as if saying his goodbyes before launching himself in backflip to the roar of thousands. Normally a superstar would be content with rotating themselves nearly three-hundred sixty degrees but The Superstar goes the extra mile. He returns to the same position as he was moments earlier, although instead of being perched atop the corner he was now driving both feet into the spine of the hardcore specialist. The results of the .44 Caliber Love Letter were devastating enough, but at the behest of his partner he uses the crumbling back of The Beast for yet another launch-pad. Tommy Dragon isn’t one to let his partner do all the work (well most of the time), using the pressure applied by his cohort’s attack to pull his victim down. With his back against the springed surface, the self-proclaimed Patron Saint drives his knee into the warrior skull - a single-knee facebuster not normally utilized by the technician. He watches the former Hardcore Champion roll under the ropes, falling outside as a presumed non-factor for the remainder of this contest, before turning back to the action hovering above him. De Beet’s carcass remains motionless after feeling the effects of that brutal lariat from earlier, giving Alex a clear target. It takes another backflip for the cruiserweight to achieve the force he requires, using a quick burst of momentum to deliver a picture-perfect diving moonsault. He remains in this press position, hooking the leg for that added advantage while the referee counts for what could be the last time tonight. The only other participant to witness this is Tom Tyco, sliding into the squared circle in a race against time. 1... 2... (OORP: This RP sucks, but it ensures I won't be the one pinned at the end and that's good enough for me!) |
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| Hellfire | Mar 8 2008, 11:54 AM Post #18 |
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Just before the victory can be awarded to Alex LeBlanc and, his mentor, Tommy Dragon, Tom Tyco hurls himself through the air and manages to, albeit weakly, hit ALX in the back thus breaking up the pin attempt. Alex grimace in pain and frustration, the title shots, his path to glory, so close to becoming reality only for it to be harshly snatched away by the former Intercontinental Champion. ALX quickly (or at least as quick as his aching legs allow him to) gets to his feet and without thinking much about anything, swings his arm around the neck of the Man Beast before quickly dropping him with a DDT. On another day in a perfect world, that would’ve spelled the end for LeBlanc’s problems. The harsh reality of things however is that his troubles have only just begun. As he turns around his face drops into a mixture of annoyance, and fear as he stares at the two teaming behemoths of Hellfire & Koda, who re-emerge apparently triumphant from their scuffle with the Brits and the Carter boys. The referee desperately tries to bring some order back into the match, but it is undoubtedly difficult to act brave when you are opposite almost 700 pounds of pure destruction. He feebly tries to command them out of the ring. They ignore him. Both monsters charge across the ring towards The Motor City Machine Gun, like two runaway freight trains on course for a head on collision with a Morris Mini. The Prodigal Son however reveals that it is possible to trump size and strength by utilizing whatever means you have. Despite his body screaming in anger to his brain that it might be more sensible to just lie down and take the loss to fight another day, his brain just gives his body a rude gesture in defiance before sprinting towards his two opponents. Just as the impact seems imminent, the much smaller ALX simply ducks under the outstretched arms of his would be assailants. The crowd erupts in cheers as he bounces off the ropes and begins the hazardous journey back again. Just how hazardous is this journey? Well quite possible career ending it would appear as Koda catches his prey with relative ease, thus confirming that despite what a lot of men usually claim sometimes size does matter. Koda is just about to bring an unconceivable amount of pain to ALX but before being able to do so, Hellfire shows just why he’s even more dangerous than the average muscle head when he gestures for Koda to bring him over to the ropes. The crowd appears confused at this but only for a short while until it suddenly becomes apparent what Hellfire wants. The Hell Incarnate steps over the top rope and immediately slaps ALX on the back thus becoming the legal man in the match. Johnny: I’ve got to admit. That was a smart move on behalf of Hellfire. They can beat Alex all they want but that still won’t bring them closer to victory when they don’t have a legal man in the ring. Donny: You know, when you look at Hellfire doing things like that and then at his physique and his all around ability, you’ve got to think that he’s on the road to some very great things. Hellfire re-enters the ring. He stares at the struggling figure of LeBlanc who is still firmly clutched in Koda’s grasp. He then just sort of nods to his partner, thus setting the wheels in motion of something extremely brutal. Koda hoists his opponent high into the air before throwing him like a lawn dart at the True Brits who meanwhile had just gotten back up. Hellfire smiles serenely at the scene of carnage before motioning for Koda to follow him. De Beet is on his hands and knees. If he was aware of the gravity of the situation, this would’ve been the perfect time and position for him to pray towards the heavens. But he’s not aware, at this moment he’s just trying to get back up, to fight for his chance to taste gold. He’s not aware that the man who was just seconds away from pinning him has been evicted from the ring in the most unceremonious manner, and worst of all, he’s not aware that Koda and Hellfire’s undivided attention is on him, the other legal man in the match. His only chance of safety being the interference of one of the other competitors, but who? OOC: Good Luck, y'all |
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| Bman | Mar 9 2008, 09:59 PM Post #19 |
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Hellfire thrusts his massive boot off the canvas and drives it into the side of De Beet’s skull, rolling him towards the center of the ring. There are only three men capable of continuing the match at this point, and as luck would have all three of those men were members of Revolution Inc. The monstrous duo of Hellfire and Koda look over towards their smaller cohort, who first gazes at the falln corpse of his own partner before returning their stare. Thinking better of it and for a variety of reasons he drops off the apron. Those reasons, in ascending order are: partly from loyalty to the cause, partly to attend to his friend and mostly to save his own neck. Assured his victory would be uninterrupted, the Hell Incarnate and his equally-as-devious partner stand over the carcass before placing a hand each around his throat. They hoist the superstar off the canvas, each grinning as they push the dead weight of their opponent nearly ten feet in the air. After their captive realizes what was about to befall him, he is driven down full-force in the double chokeslam. Both Revolution Inc. members place a foot atop the chest of their victim, the referee counting to three. 1... 2... 3! Ring Announcer: Here are your winners via pinfall, Hellfire and Koda…Revolution Inc.! Some competitors put aside their differences to argue with the referee that an illegal man aided in the pinfall, but their complaints fall on deaf ears (ears drowned out by “Know Your Enemy” by Rage Against The Machine to be precise). The monstrous #1 contenders walk like hosses out of the ring area. Hellfire motions around his waist to the crowd on the way out that he expects to win the titles, shining up his air-title around his waist. |
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Tom Tyco just as hard as the gif. portrays. As the Man-Beast turns around from the force, his face is greeted by a hellish Big Boot from Hellfire. The former GX partner pushes the lifeless Tom Tyco into the ring, thus starting the match.



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