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| P.Y vs. Sully; Non-Title Match | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 17 2008, 04:27 PM (202 Views) | |
| Vegeta | Mar 17 2008, 04:27 PM Post #1 |
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Both P.Y and Sully stand in their corners as the referee signals for the bell. DING DING DING! |
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| Sully | Mar 20 2008, 01:47 AM Post #2 |
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This was a place that Sully had been before but not quite like this. We’re not talking about the squared circle. You and I know that Sully is a veteran of the ring who has held gold. I’m talking about the main event. Sully has showcased over in ICW but not yet in PWA. Maybe this means people are starting to take notice of the Perfect Specimen. His opponent is none other than the Heavyweight Champ, P.Y. But the gold will not be on the line this evening. Sully has not yet earned himself a shot at that prestige. Tonight, is still the proving ground. A win over PWA’s top dog would open up some eyes. It’s a tall order but Sully is taller. The bell rings to mark the start of the contest. P.Y. gives a confused stare at Sully. He can’t seem to comprehend how a mid-carder wound up in the same ring with him. The size advantage goes to the English Monster. He stands in at 6’11 and 315 pounds. That puts him a good 10 inches taller and 70 pounds heavier than the Taoist. The Heavyweight Champ gave a smirk. Tonight was not going to be a competition. It was just going to be because he had nothing better to do tonight and the powers that be felt like giving this kid a chance to blow his wad. If this is the kind of stuff that puts asses in the seats, than P.Y. was glad to comply. P.Y. lifts his right arm high above his head, daring Sully to lock up with him in a test of strength. The psych out approach doesn’t work but that size difference prevents Sully from locking up with the English Monster. P.Y. gives himself a little chuckle before lower his arm a bit so the two can lock up. He follows suit with the other arm and the two begin to battle. Sully seems to be gaining the upper hand as P.Y. starts to bend backwards at the knee. It appears P.Y. can’t believe it himself. It appears to be another mind game. The champ is simply toying with Sully. Soon, PY exacting all his strength and the Perfect Specimen starts to crumble under the force. PY twists Sully’s arms around like he’s a stretch armstrong. PY delivers a kick to the gut that kneels Sully over. PY pulls back and lays a vicious knife edge chop across his chest. Sully already finds himself flat on his back and the contest has barely begun. Sully seems to have found some sort of solitude laying there on his back but that is immediately wiped away once PY wraps his hands around his throat. Sully is brought to his feet momentarily before being tossed into the corner like a rag doll. The turnbuckles jab into his back and he could have possibly pulled an oblique muscle. Sully sees no safety in leaning in the corner. He takes a few steps out but finds himself once again in the hands of the English Monster. He’s hoisted up by the hips and then drilled into the canvas with a sidewalk slam. All the pain in Sully’s back before has just been amplified. Sully lays out on the mat like a fly splattered against a wind sheild. This squashed bug likes to be further obliterated as PY whips himself into the ropes. He heaves his big body forward and lands atop of the Taoist with a big splash. With only five offensive moves, the English Monster seems to have this one in the bag. He makes the pin. 1... 2... ROPE BREAK! Sully may not have had the ability to kick out of the pin but luckily he didn’t need to. The ropes were in close proximity and propped his foot up on it. After being squashed like he was, you’d think Sully had had enough. That he would just pack his bags and return to fighting guys like Rey de Dolor. But like I said. Tonight is the proving ground. He’d have to put up a fight for any future title considerations. Sully isn’t about to go home without having to wash the blood out of his tights. It didn’t bother PY that Sully wasn’t about to yield victory to him. If the TKW superstar wanted more than he was going to get more. The Taoist is brought back to his feet and whipped into the corner once again. PY looks like a speed demon as he rushes in to Sully. Sully noticed the bull’s eye painted on his chest and refuses to be a target. He drops to the ground and slides out of the ring. PY puts on the brakes to avoid colliding with the turnbuckles. Sully grabs PY by the foot and trips him. The big man takes a hard thud. Sully has to work fast. He gets himself on the apron and propels himself over the top rope, landing on top of PY with a splash. Sully sticks has landing over the Heavyweight’s gut, knocking the wind out of him. Sully is pretty agile for a man of his size. Whatever PY has over him in strength, Sully has over him in agility. Sully doesn’t go to lift the big man up. If PY gets his hands on Sully it’s game over. Sully has to stay quick on his feet, delivering offense in quick bursts. PY reaches out to the ropes in order to pull himself up. As soon as PY reaches both feet, Sully stretches himself out like a spear to connect with the back of the knee with a low drop kick. He force knocks the weight out from under him and PY is left on one knee. Sully whips himself into the ropes and comes back with some sort of a reverse bulldog. The move puts PY down but it doesn’t keep him there. He’s back on one knee but before he can fully erect himself, Sully attempts to lock in a gullotine chokehold. PY shows he’s not that vulnerable and tosses Sully off of him. But comes back like a boomerang. He launches himself like a projectile into PY’s gut. PY is now bent over and the Perfect Specimen plants him with a DDT. Sully goes for the cover. 1... 2... |
There is nothing more powerful than an idea whose time has come.![]() 3 Time PWA Hardcore Champion CommonWealth Champion Sully: now the movie event of the year comes on friday Serial: oh yeah Serial: Mamma Mia! Serial: fuck yeah! Sully: ... Serial: im going to the midnight showing of that Sully: you gonna sing along too? Serial: FUCK YEAH! | |
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| P.Y | Mar 21 2008, 12:05 PM Post #3 |
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To the mutual feeling of disappointment, the fall is broken – but surprisingly, it doesn’t happen as a result of your traditional ‘kick out’ or ‘shoulder up’. Perhaps if you wanted to give it a technical term, then maybe you could classify it as a ‘power out’; similar to the English Monster working a bench press, the 245lbs weight at his palms is merely discarded over his head as if it were in fact weightless. It’s a daunting sight, witnessing a full grown man propelled such a height and distance from a prone position, but watching it is nothing in comparison to experiencing it first hand – however, in truth, the airborne figure himself isn’t exactly sure what is going on. Only when he realises that he is a few feet from the floor, harnessed by nothing but gravity that Sully begins to experience panic, understandably a bad time for his arms and legs to seize up. When that is the case, the obvious consequences occur; welcome to the canvas, population: one. It would be double if it wasn’t for P.Y departing. Despite hearing a sound like dynamite as his body crashes into the canvas, the Michigan crowd seem the least concerned about Sully’s health. It’s only his safety that they appear to care about. A certain level of apprehension appears to be slowly creeping over them – just like the shadow that slowly casts itself over the scarcely moving Perfect Specimen. Face down, he remains totally oblivious to the fact he is being stalked by a giant, but the ever mounting jeers and boos give him an indication to expect the worse. What exactly that will be remains a mystery – and it’s that which prompts Sully into immediate action. He begins to press his palms into the surface beneath him, slowly commencing the transition from horizontality to verticality; unfortunately, he doesn’t even make the first hurdle as a hand soon has him snared by his neck. He kicks. He screams. He squirms in a desperate attempt to slide free of his adversary’s grasp, but P.Y’s cast iron hold has him going nowhere in a hurry – well, not by his own accord anyway. Although he is helped back onto his feet, Sully is in no hurry to thank the Englishman for his noble deed, especially when he proceeds to eject him from the ring. It’s like watching an early edition of the Wrestlefest Rumble; the Perfect Specimen sails over the top rope with the scantily covered concrete acting as his crash mat, temporarily eliminating him from the battlefield. JOHNNY: “My god! Did you see the height on that?!” DONNY: “On what – Sully being thrown from the ring or thrown through the air after his pin attempt? Either way, the English Monster is doing everything right – he’s using his strength advantage to his own benefit, not letting cockiness or arrogance get the better of him.” JOHNNY: “But don’t rule out Sully just yet. He’s shown that even being the smaller guy that he can still cause as much of a problem as his opponent, given the opening to play to his agility – something P.Y obviously doesn’t possess.” Perhaps Donny spoke too soon. With Sully left reeling on the outside, the ‘free time’ that the English Monster creates appears not to be an opportunity to recuperate – no, instead, it appears to be an opportunity to work the crowd. Being on of the most, if not the most hated figure in the Alliance right now, it doesn’t take much to stir this crowd’s emotions. For example: turning to one side of the arena, the PWA World Champion merely raises both of his arms high above his head. In turn, he produces a symphony of boos. Such a reaction makes him chuckle – but not only because he can toy with their emotions so easily, buy too, for the fact he has their attention turned away from the action on the outside. Sully isn’t the only one on the outskirts of the ring; everyone may have simply forgotten, but another residence of this area is the self-proclaimed saviour, Rex Haraway, a man known best for his notoriety. This occasion only goes to further such a reputation. With Sully still hunched over, using as much time as permitted to return back to the action, a clubbing fist to his back soon has his plans postponed. He hopes to hear the sound of the ring bell, a blatant disqualification occurring before the eyes of the referee – but now the English Monster has the referee’s attention. The argument is unknown, but both figures seem to be squabbling over some issue, hence how Rex’s one unnoticed blow soon turns to half a dozen. Watching helplessly, the crowd find it in their best interest to regain his concentration; everybody boos, except the few who have probably travelled down from Detroit. Either way, the noise is loud – but whatever it’s volume, it proves not loud enough as the referee remains distracted. With a smile glued to his face, Rex decides to take things one step further; he grips his fingers around the Perfect Specimen’s wrist, hauling his mass with all he can muster in the direction of the steel steps. His smile, however, soon fades. In mid motion, Sully manages to slam his feet on the brakes, in turn able to reverse the momentum and send Rex towards the unyielding object with no sign of deceleration – well, other than the point when the two entities collide. Whether it’s just a display of over-exaggeration or sheer power on Sully’s part, nobody can be sure – but they can be certain that the self-proclaimed saviour lands with a crash after he is sent tumbling over the steps. JOHNNY: “Ouch, that looked nasty. Let’s hope it’s serious – I mean not serious” DONNY: “You are one sick man.” |
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| Bman | Mar 23 2008, 10:37 PM Post #4 |
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The crash grabs the referee's attention. He has no doubt that funny business has occurred, but has no power to adventure to the past to stop it. Sully slides into the ring, granted safe access by way of the referee ordering PY to do so. Sully lunges at PY as he gets up, surprising the English Monster with a forearm to the gut. PY stumbles backward, surprised moreso than hurt. Sully leaps up and raises the pace with a clothesline, impacting PY across the chest. The clothesline winds PY, but does not send him over the top rope as Sully may have intended. The referee stares at a kneeling PY, wondering if this is far more serious than a case of the wind being knocked out, such as a sternum injury. Sully backs into the opposing ropes, boun- No, Rex trips him up, grabbing at his knee! Sully spins 180 degrees due to his wheel getting tripped up as he tried to run. The referee saw nothing, but sees PY run at his opponent, pulling the man down to the mat for a roll-up pin attempt! Donny: IT'S A ROLL UP. WE NEVER SEE THESE. 1... Johnny: WHY DID REX GET INVOLVED? 2... 3! Dindingindg Announcer: Your winner by pinfall.... P.Y! |
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