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| Rex Haraway Vs. Streetz | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 21 2008, 02:33 PM (164 Views) | |
| Thomas Driver | Apr 21 2008, 02:33 PM Post #1 |
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| Streetz | Apr 22 2008, 04:49 PM Post #2 |
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Both men stand tall in the ring. Rex Haraway waves to the crowd in his smarmy Colonial bastard sort of way, while Streetz stares at his opponent with a snarl drawn on his face. Streetz had been absent for a few weeks due to a unforeseen family circumstance, but emerges back in the ring this week in full vengeance. He's been on the losing end of a few tag team matches, which doesn't sit well with the Hardcore Superstar. Rex directs his attention at his opponent. His lips curl as he mutters the words, "Shall we dance?" Streetz gives his response by putting up his dukes, covered in white tape. The ref determines that both competitors are ready and signals for the bell to sound. DING! Streetz and Rex begin moving around the ring in attempt to find an opening. The Brawler scales his opponent, watching how he moves, analyzing his agility and speed. Mr. Haraway stops mid step and places his hands on his hips, yawning. "Are you going to put up a fight?" Streetz answers with a sharp right leg to the ribcage of His Rexcellency. A red welt develops on Mr. Haraway's fair skin, in perfect shape of the toe of Streetz's boot. Rex gets back into a defensive position, continuing his foot work. "Alright, I can see this won't be as blase as I thought it would be." Again, Streetz launches his forceful kick, this time connecting Rex's exposed thigh. More redness emerges on top of Rex's skin. Despite the blows, Rex keeps his composure, perserving his swank smirk. The Jersey Brawler's leg leaves the mat once again on a trajectory aimed at Rex's swelling ribs, but is stopped like a broken watch. His Rexcellency sweeps Streetz's other leg right from under his two-hundred fifty-five pound frame. The six foot three athlete collapses on his back, while his opposition twists and turns, positioning himself to lock in knee bar. Despite being forty pounds lighter than Streetz, Rex's strain on the Brawler's knee elicits cries of frustration. Luckily, a few moments of flailing around lands Streetz an arm's stretch away from the bottom rope, which he promptly grips with his shaking hand. The referee begins his ascending count, which prompts Rex to lock the hold in even tighter in the last few seconds he has. Around four, Mr. Haraway releases the knee lock and returns to a standing position. Streetz takes his sweet ass time getting back to his feet, selling the hold by having to use the ropes to gain enough balance. Rex hones in on his opponent and shoots for the Brawler's leg, but Streetz averts the hold, proving that he was not as hurt as he pretended to be. Streetz points at Rex as a sign of warning, which Mr. Haraway does not heed. He half-shoots for the Hardcore Superstar's leg, but stops himself mid-way. On the other end of the spectrum, Streetz jumps to avoid the fake-shoot, and ends up falling square on his ass. The crowd chuckles at Streetz's expense. The Jersey Brawler, being too tough to be relegated as comedic, quickly makes his way to his feet and barks obscenities at the crowd. The audience's laughter dies down, turning into anger at the man who hurls insults at them. Rex comes at Streetz with full momentum. Seeing this, the Hardcore Superstar erects his arm, in attempt to thwart Haraway's attack with a clothesline. Mr. Haraway manages to duck past the clothesline, but is met with a quick kick to the mid-section, causing him to lunge forward and rest his chest on his knees. Streetz captures Rex's head with one of his massive hands and crashes his knife-sharp joint down upon the back of his foe's neck. Red bubbles to the surface of Rex's flesh to alleviate the pain. With those cold-steel hands, The Hardcore Superstar wrenches Mr. Haraway's arm away from his body, leaving a vacant space perfectly shaped for a boot to make it's presence. And indeed, a boot does make an appearance, as it avalanches repeatedly down upon the PWA veteran's shoulder. The small joint manipulation is in direct violation of PWA's Rules and Regulations, motivating the referee to intervene. Streetz sticks his hands up in surrender to Vegeta's mighty words, backing up ever so slowly. But in the next instant, The Brawler delivers Rex Haraway another devastating blow with his boot. The ref tries as hard as he can to create separation between the beast and his fowl, but to no avail. Streetz is back at Haraway's carcass, lifting him to his feet, when suddenly Mr. Haraway maneuvers himself under Streetz's legs to hook a roll-up pin. 1... 2... Kick out! Streetz rolls out of the pin and winds up crouched below the second rope. He scans the ring from left to right, but does not manage to come into view of His Rexcellency. Standing up proves to be a big mistake, as Rex lunges off of the top rope and hits a stunning cross body. Streetz flops to the ground with the two-hundred fourteen pound technician lying on top of him. Rex wastes no time on the ground and immediately rises to his feet, running into the ropes at full momentum, turning, and coming back to jump into the air and plant a beautiful looking leg drop right on top of Streetz's larynx. It's not hard to believe why Mr. Haraway would think that a move of this caliber would call for the end of the match, but unfortunately Streetz is able to kick out before the referee's third hand slam. Again, Haraway proves why he is one of the most effective superstars in PWA today, and firmly grabs a hold of Streetz's leg. Another knee lock seems to be in order, but is countered by the hammer like stomps from the Jersey City Kid. The last of these eruptions sends His Rexcellency stumbling into the turnbuckle, where he leans against the pole like a raging bull. In a stunning feat of athleticism, Streetz hops back up to his feet in a split second. The other half of that split second has Streetz raising his sledge hammer-fist, and slamming it down across Rex's chest like Thor banging his hammer. His Rexcellency plops onto his rear-end, still in that treacherous corner. For the first time tonight, Streetz's face goes from stoic to genuinely happy, as his signature smile creeps upon his face. The Hardcore Superstar takes a few steps back, setting up like Vanderjagt, then exploding his foot right into Rex Haraway's face. Slobber geysers from Mr. Haraway's mouth, all over the ring and the outside. Streetz hangs over the top rope, his smile gone, hijacked by the eyes of a sadist. |
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| Rex Haraway | Apr 25 2008, 03:20 PM Post #3 |
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The crowd aren’t happy. Then again, how could they be with both Streetz and Rex Haraway occupying a wrestling ring? Obviously they can’t in such a situation – yet, following one simple mistake, nothing can deny a sudden increase in joy when something so basic turns into pure disaster. He may be plagued by a constant shower of jeers, but a little rain isn’t enough to dampen the momentum that Streetz possesses. So it would seem anyway. Having mapped out a route towards his sunken foe, left immobilised in a corner of the ring, the Hardcore Superstar is quick to press his foot down hard upon the accelerator pedal. To the surprise of most, he is soon reaching for the brake. Perhaps the downpour is part to blame for his inability to stop, but he and a majority around him would argue that his failure to stop in time comes solely down to Haraway – after all, it is the self-proclaimed saviour who rolls out of Streetz’ way, allowing what was once to be either a Baseball Slide or a Dropkick to transform into mere agony. With his target gone, his slide ends abruptly when his groin meets solid steel. Simultaneously, the crowd both cringe and giggle; as much as it pains them to see a man take such a brunt to the nether-regions, it couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy. Unfortunately for the Jersey Brawler, the pain doesn’t quite end there. Not only did Rex roll aside from his oncoming target, but he also managed to roll completely out of the ring. Of course, it wasn’t accidental. There had to be a reason for this action – and to the sick delight of the crowd, Pittsburgh soon finds out. Even with an ever increasing count echoing in his ears, His Rexcellencey decides to show a cold-shoulder towards authority as he marches over to the ring’s corner, seizing Streetz’ leg. Many believe they know what they are to expect from the rookie; everybody sits back, waiting for Haraway to drive the Hardcore Warrior’s limb knee first into the steel. It turns out that they are wrong. Instead, the self-proclaimed saviour decides to re-position his opponent’s legs – into a ‘Figure of Four’ so to speak. JOHNNY: “Oh my God! That’s … that’s not just a regular Figure of Four Leg Lock – that’s a Figure of Four Leg Lock around the ring post!” DONNY: “Way to be vigilant, brother. Last week we saw him execute – or should I say ‘rexecute’ – the Modified Figure Four Leg Lock, now this week he performs one including a ring post? Looks like somebody here is a Flair fan …” JOHNNY: “Wasn’t it Bret Hart who did the ring post one first?” Whilst the commentary duo begins to argue once more, so too does Haraway and the referee; although Rex may not be using words, the fact that he remains unrelenting when it comes to releasing his Ring Post Figure Four Leg Lock shows his resilience to the official’s count. But of course, such a manoeuvre could easily result in disqualification, so Rex appears to come to his senses when he lets go by the count of “4”. It’s a lucky escape – something that unfortunately cannot be said for Streetz. His screams of pain may have been reduced to somewhat more comfortable groans, but in such a precarious position, he cannot count himself safe just yet; like the saying goes, “anything can happen in the PWA” – and right on cue, something does. A foot to his kneecap. Sandwiched between solid steel and the rubber bottom of Rex’s sole, agony is once again on the menu for the Jersey Brawler. The volume of his cries increase, but it not the only area of the arena where a sudden ascension of volume occurs; as well as the mounting noise that comes from the crowd following such a cheap Knee Stomp, the referee’s orders resonate very clearly in Rex’s ears: “That’s enough! Get back in the ring!”. In what appears to be a plea of innocence, as well as perhaps a sign of his understanding, Rex raises his hands. When the referee turns away, however, Haraway quickly sneaks in a second Knee Stomp before he contemplates entering the ring. JOHNNY: “Sly son-of-a-” DONNY: “Easy, brother!” The referee is quick to turn back to His Rexcellencey following the sudden influx of boos. Of course, he finds no problems – by now, Rex is already back on the apron, clambering to his feet by means of the ring ropes – but nonetheless, he pleads with the rookie to speed up the process by waving his arm. In response, Rex raises his hand. It appears that he doesn’t want to be rushed – that is, until he suddenly pulls down on the top rope with all of his weight, catapulting himself up and over all three cables that stood in his way. But it doesn’t end there. In mid flight, the self-proclaimed Saviour extends both of his legs out from beneath himself, turning what appears to be an extravagant entrance into a Slingshot Leg Drop. Landing directly on top of Streetz, the referee has no choice but to make the count with the Hardcore Superstar’s shoulders pinned beneath Rex’s weight … … ONE … TWO (OOC: Sorry for the delay, I've not been feeling too great over the past couple of days. I'm probably not going to be able to make a second, but if you had planned to do so yourself then go ahead. Either way, good luck in the polls.) |
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| P.Y | Apr 27 2008, 06:48 PM Post #4 |
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KICKOUT! Although not flabbergasted by the conclusion of the fall, Rex still seems pretty irate; a glare at the referee pretty much solidifies this fact, as well as the actions that follow. Returning to his feet, the self-proclaimed saviour doesn’t delay – a stern Boot to Streetz’ seemingly damaged knee once again ignites the pain, but it appears to do little damage to the submission that follows. Grabbing the injured leg, Rex – for the second week running – locks in the Modified Figure Four Leg Lock. The Hardcore Superstar taps. The targeted assault on his leg seems to have worked off in this bout. DING-DING-DING! Rex rolls out of the ring, stumbling as he returns to his feet. In fact, he stumbles directly into the barricade where the dozen at ringside surge forward. RING ANNOUNCER: “THE WINNER OF THIS BOUT AS A RESULT OF SUBMISSION – REX HARAWAY!” The referee raises his arm as an aching Rex smirks, despite the crowd that surround him. Many throw insults, some pat his back – but one notable crowd member, still seated amidst the fury, slowly begins to stand to his feet. Wearing a baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses, he slithers to the front of the pack, eventually grabbing everyone’s attention when he throws his arms around Rex’s throat! DONNY: “Somebody get security out here!” Most fans at ringside back away in pure shock, but when the man’s cap and glasses are knocked off amidst Rex’s feisty retaliation, a lot more begin to cheer. But why? Because it’s none other than Razer. Haraway walks towards the squared circle, dragging Razer over the barricade and with him to ringside. The Junkie’s persistence, however, soon has Rex halting in his tracks. Unable to shake the burden off of his back, the lack of oxygen to his brain begins to wear down his consciousness, gradually bringing him to his knees. Unfortunately by now, security is on its way to the ring. Razer manages to notice this from the corner of his eye – but still, he stays put at ringside. Although he releases Rex from his grasp, he draws his renowned lead pipe from a pocket, swinging the object in the direction of the security team just feet away. It does the job, forcing the crew back – but it also gives Razer the room for his final attack. Slowly recovering, Rex stands up. When he turns around, however, he is soon sent back to the ground with a vicious lead pipe shot to his forehead. Of course, such an action triggers the security team to pounce, yet Razer has a good head start. He vaults the barrier, appearing to lose those on his tail much to the crowd’s delight. Following this carnage, a few EMT rush to Rex’s side for a second consecutive week as Insanity goes to a commercial. |
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