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| Rex Haraway Vs Adam Senton | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 28 2008, 09:05 AM (309 Views) | |
| Hellfire | Apr 28 2008, 09:05 AM Post #1 |
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--- Rex Haraway --- … FIVE … … FOUR … … THREE … … TWO … … ONE … Whatever the crowd may have been hoping for, they suddenly sink back into their chairs, seemingly disappointed when the countdown upon the PojoTron reaches its end. Unlike its previous weeks this timer starts at five – and again, unlike previous weeks, the identity of the man behind the timer is known. When zero is reached and a series of pyros ignite upon the ramp, the sounds of “Take the Power” by The Cult is met with a thunderous sound of negative chants, negative boos, all directed at the figure now standing atop the ramp – Rex Haraway. You love it, you need it, you taste it; you breathe it. You want it, you feel it; you gotta receive it. You hate it, can't leave it, you shoot it, you cheat it. Reject it, respect it; don't try to deceive it. His arms, outstretched by his side kind of symbolise the size of this man’s ego, as well as denoting a somewhat biblical figure that Rex obviously compared himself too. Swimming through the sea of boos and jeers, he soon spins around to face the ‘warming’ crowd, smiling and even holding up his hand in gratitude as he begins his journey towards the ring. Take the power; we're all free, yeah Take the power; you gotta let it bleed, yeah. C'mon, take the power; you gotta just believe, yeah. Take the power, it's all in me, it's all in me. Rex doesn’t take long to reach the base of the ring, rolling himself under the bottom rope before propelling himself not only onto his feet, but onto the second rope also. Up high raise his arms to simply rile the crowd further, nobody reacting accordingly to the poses Haraway makes. PWA’s so-called saviour soon scowls, but after wiping clean his angry visage he simply smiles back to the heckling crowd and mutters the words ‘Thank You”! RING ANNOUNCER: “Now standing in the ring - From Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 214lbs and standing in at a height of 6 feet, 1 inch tall. He is the self proclaimed ‘Saviour of the PWA”, the “New Era of the Pojo Wrestling Alliance”, he is … REX … HARAWAY!” Jumping down off of the turnbuckle, Rex begins to pull upon the top rope, all in preparation for the match that lies ahead. --- Adam Senton --- Quickly following a commercial break, the lights shut off, and the song, "Remedy" by "Cold" begins to play all around the arena. The rock song is greeted with a loud course of boos. The man who is now using this song as his theme, is Adam Senton. The Atlantic Canadian steps up onto the ramp. As soon as he begins his march to the ring, green sparks fly out of the turnbuckle. Senton hurries into a gallop as he nears the ring. Adam slides into the ring, very quickly. He uses the ropes to pull his small body up. The New Brunswick native nods his head, looking around at the crowd. Ring Announcer:In the ring, weighing in at 176lbs.... standing at 5'6".... Adam Senton!!!!! The crowd boos as Adam waits for his opponent. --- Good luck |
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| Adam Senton | Apr 28 2008, 05:23 PM Post #2 |
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It comes down to this. Rex Haraway against Adam Senton. Two lightweights, facing off in the big lights of the Deep South. Rex looked across the ring at Adam Senton with a look of disgust on his face. To him, the Canadian is what's wrong with wrestling today. He is nothing more than a career low carder, mid carder at best, who gets lucky and is placed in matches with greatness such as Rex. If he had his way; it would be the best fighting the best, and the worse facing the worse. Rex felt no worry. He should have this won within the first five minutes, ten tops. He may not be quicker, however, he is by far the smarter man inside the ring. If he used his intelligence to his advantage, he would easily win the wrestling match. Ding Ding Ding! The crowd erupts into cheers as the third match of the night gets under way. This could be a hidden gem. Neither man is expected to save the show, on the contrary. They are expected to simply fill in a time slot. But, the Atlantic Canadian knew, at least in his opinion, this could be one HELL of a match! Senton gazed across the ring towards the American. He was prepping himself, and despite the fact that the match was a good fifteen seconds old, neither man had made much attempt at any offense. Finally Rex made his attempt. He moved began to move both of his legs, faster and faster, until he reached his tiny opponent. Adam saw it coming and thought he had all the answers. He sent his right boot out, perhaps three seconds to early, and Rex saw it coming. Haraway shook his head, this was one of those "face palm" moments. Rex simply stopped all forward momentum, and grabbed a-hold of Adam, flipping him onto his back. Senton's head slammed onto the hard canvas, immediately giving the Canadian a throbbing head ache. Adam tried as hard as he could to break loose from the American superstar. Rex examined his Canadian opponent, he had a lot of speed, no point denying that, however he was not really the most intelligent of men. Rex Haraway would have to use his intelligence to dominate Senton. On the other side of the spectrum, Adam knows about Rex, having looked up to the Canadian as a teenager trying to get into the business. He would have to apply all of his strengths if he wanted to win this match-up. Senton broke away from the cocky American, and he slammed his boot onto Rex's chest, knocking him backwards, gasping for air. Adam rushed to his feet and ran right back to Rex, extending his right arm. Clearly attempting for the clothesline, Adam looked thickheaded. Rex thought so too. He had the power to wipe the cocky grin right off of Adam's face, and he would try. Haraway began to run towards Adam, extending his own right arm, to Adam, it looked like a battle of who was the quicker man. Yet, to Rex, it looked like him being smarter than the Canadian. Whoever reached the other man first, would get the upper hand in this match. And as PWA fans now, whoever gets the upper hand early, usually seems to get the one, two, three. |
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| Rex Haraway | May 2 2008, 10:15 AM Post #3 |
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Given the opportunity, you’d believe that any man would be happy in taking a victory. In a professional and competitive environment, it’s typically second nature to strive towards triumph, to obtain a victory each and every night – but on this occasion, what is typically seen as the right frame of mind may also be seen as the wrong. When two men can both be called winners, what becomes of the losers? Following a Double Clothesline, a result of this conundrum in practise, the answer soon becomes obvious. Both Adam and Rex descend to the horizontal plane beneath them. On the receiving end of two equal Clotheslines, logically you would expect the shared pain to be of an equal amount; perhaps this is the correct way of thinking, but once again, this way of thinking proves not to be the true answer. Whilst Adam seethes, Rex howls. He grabs his neck with both of his hands, squirming and wriggling like a fish out of water – and soon out of the ring too. A genuine injury? With most judgment seeming off target tonight, it wouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone if this is nothing more than a ruse. Besides, it is Rex under scrutiny after all. DONNY: “Time out, ref. Rex may have re-aggravated that neck injury of his that he has only just recovered from. Man, it would be a shame to see him out of action already.” JOHNNY: “Oh it would, would it? May I remind you, brother, that the so-called ‘injury’ Rex sustained at the hands of Triple 6 back in October was nothing more than a sprain, something that he milked for all it was worth?” DONNY: “He did? … Clever bastard!” Rex continues to support his apparently ‘injured’ neck, ignoring the referee’s count that continues to mount. Although he may well be paying no heed to his fate, the man who remains in the ring, back upon his feet, is keeping a watchful eye. He could easily sit back and allow for his opponent to count himself out – after all, any victory is a victory – but the sheer thought of personally handing Haraway a defeat pushes the Canadian superstar forward. Barging past the referee, he throws not only his upper body but too, both arms, up and over the top rope in hope of snagging his foe on the end of his line. It doesn’t take long for Rex to bite – but unfortunately for Adam, the job of reeling him in proves too much of a challenge. The weight of Rex, struggling to undo the two hands that lock around his chin, is not only impossible to handle but too, impossible to let go off. It’s then that the self-proclaimed saviour himself makes a grasp of his own. His job of pulling Senton towards the ground seems to be a much more accomplishable task – so it’s no surprise to witness a successful Top-Rope Guillotine not only release the Canadian superstar’s grip, but too, sends him flying towards the centre of the ring. (OOC: Sorry for the late reply – really should have expected GTA IV to be too addictive.) |
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| P.Y | May 4 2008, 08:22 PM Post #4 |
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Sliding back into the ring, Rex instantly pounces on his fallen prey. A twist and a turn of both Senton’s legs and his own body and, hey presto – the Modified Figure Four Leg Lock, now dubbed The Rexperiment, is in place once again. The Canadian Superstar wriggled as much as he can to get free of this hold. But it’s no use. The pain eventually forces him to surrender. DING! DING! DING! Rex lets go as soon as the bell is sounded, returning to his feet with a smile on his face. The referee raises his arm, generating more boos which drown out the sound of the ring announcer. RING ANNOUNCER: “THE WINNER OF THIS BOUT AS A RESULT OF A SUBMISSION – REX HARAWAY!” Once again, the moment the ring announcer finishes his words, Rex moves into action. He snatches the microphone from the worker and begins to speak instantaneously. REX: “People of Tennessee, could I have your attention for a moment, please?” The sea of boos that follow confirms that the crowd’s attention is his. REX: “Many of you are probably wondering why I have signed my own death wish, by verbally agreeing to a match with Razer this Sunday evening, am I right? Well, if truth be told, maybe those pipe shots to the head have rattled my senses. Who knows – however, after I was repeatedly beaten in the head with a lead instrument last week, something hit me. And it wasn’t just the lead pipe.” By now, Rex is on the outside of the ring, pausing in his speech to go searching for something under the ring. The pause causes the crowd to use their freedom of speech, booing Rex like they always do. REX: “No, hear me out here people. You see, other than a horrid Liverpudlian accent and a nasty addiction to narcotics, there’s not much that separates myself from Razer. All except for one thing – that damn ‘foreign object’ of his. But you know what? Two can play that game … ‘mate’.” Rex slides back into the ring, dragging with him a long, steel chain. He puts down the microphone momentarily to wrap the chain around his fist, soon carrying on with his words. REX: “You see, it’s quite simple. This Sunday, our match is no longer going to be a regular “one-on-one” match, oh no. In the time since we last interacted, I returned to Piccie Smalls office and demanded our match becomes a “Weapon of Choice” match. What’s that you ask? Well it’s pretty straightforward – in your corner, you have you trusty lead pipe whilst in mine, I will have this object right here. With no disqualifications, we have the freedom to use our own weapons and our own weapons only whenever we please. And you know what? I think I’m going to give you an example of what to should expect this Sunday at Three Hours of Power … right now -” A dazed Senton, only just back to his feet, walks directly into the chain-wrapped fist of Rex Haraway - and obviously, that is not the end of his assault. Rex is quick to mount the out-cold Canadian Superstar, casting right hook after right hook directly into his jaw, whilst the surrounding crowd are unsure on how to react. They know Rex is far from a good guy, but the crazed look in his eye leads everyone to believe that he has well and truly lost it. But he snaps out quickly – that is, when Razer comes running from the curtain. The crowd jump onto their feet, watching the Junkie – lead pipe in hand – storm down the ramp and slide into the ring, just as Haraway jumps onto his feet and into a defensive stance. Razer swings the pipe. Surprisingly, Rex manages to avoid it. The chain around his hand appears to be loosening, but what seems to be an unfortunate situation for Rex is in fact a sly ploy. Sidestepping the English superstar, Rex grabs the loose end of the chain, throwing the object over Razer’s head and pulling it tight against his neck! Finally, a chance for revenge. His Rexcellencey looks possessed as his glaring eyes are crossed with a satisfied smile; finally, he is taking down Razer after the constant lead pipe attacks. And to think such attacks have finally come to an end. What a fool he is. Just when it seemed as if Rex had Razer on the ropes, a sudden swinging of Razer’s arm connects lead to bone – or skull, to be precise. Just like that, the expression of Rex’s face fades. His body goes limp, falling victim to gravity and the violent lead pipe shot to his cranium. Razer seems ready to continue his assault, but with Rex seemingly out cold, he simply leaves the ring to his music whilst rubbing his neck. Like previous weeks, the EMTs seem on hand, rushing to ringside whilst Insanity goes to another well-timed commercial break. |
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