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PyroMania / Re: Blistering Inferno Voting and Promo Thread

« on: June 11, 2012, 06:57:15 AM »

Cross Brand Singles Match*
Zenith

Cross Brand Singles Match*
The Mighty Dyno Might

Blistering Inferno

LPW Pure Championship Match
Cripsy

LPW Western States Heritage Championship Match
Styxx ©

Grudge Match
Seth Omega

Kiss My Ass Match
Dick Dynamo

No Holds Barred Match*
Jeff Watson

Triple Threat Altered Reality 6 Main Event Captaincy Match
Eddie B

MAIN EVENT – LPW International Heavyweight Championship 60 Minute Iron Man Match
Tromboner Man ©

PyroMania / Re: Blistering Inferno Voting and Promo Thread

« on: June 10, 2012, 01:21:31 AM »

Normally when I interact with someone here in LPW I either have one of two clear thoughts. The first is “He’s cool.” Normally reserved for the Australis guys, the other option is usually to the effect of I don’t want to talk to you so fuck off. Xander Kross doesn’t fit into either category and I’m completely intrigued by this. He earned his shot, which is what I wanted my challengers to do each and every time. Yet he didn’t boast like most of the guys. He didn’t even act as if the match was his already, everyone here does that. LPW is ego central yet there is something about this kid, this essential rookie that doesn’t define any rule of behavior.

I kinda like that.

The Big Come Up.

Styxx walks into the American Airlines Arena early in the morning, just as the production trucks are coming in. The regular Pyro crew run over to the trucks in preparation to unload into the arena. Acknowledging them with a nod the WSHC slips in through the opening door to avoid security and try and see if any of the other competitors booked have already made it before him. Not being able t point out anyone of note he heads towards the gym and finds Cripsy on the bike machine trying to wear himself out.

Styxx: Save some for the match, I know how important these kinds of things are.

Cripsy: But I need to be in the best shape possible for the match. Preparation is the key here.

Styxx laughs as he gets on the bike next to him and starts peddling at a minimal rate in comparison to the friend beside him.

Styxx: Shane, preparation is what you do before the time comes before the event. It’s today, if you do exactly the same routine during the day beforehand where will you find the energy when the time comes to fight?

Cripsy stops peddling and slumps down over the handlebars. Breathing heavily he turns his head to face his mentor.

Cripsy: I can’t allow any room to fuck this up. If I lose this match what chance do I have of being on Altered Reality? No one is going to pick me for any spots if I’m a loser.

Styxx: You’re not a loser. Think about this for a second, you have gone from being a kid who nearly killed himself over something that wasn’t your fault you were that depressed to becoming someone who not only earned a LPW contract and became the wrestler you dreamed about being when you were a kid when WE were kids, to now facing off in the biggest lead up event to the biggest show in history and you could walk out of here as the Pure Champion. How is that a loser? Shit, you should be proud of yourself. I know I am.

Cripsy stops and lifts himself up into a sitting position before nodding and saying a thanks, he slowly gets off the bike and grabs his bag which had been tucked away behind the bike.

Cripsy: So what do I need to do then?

Styxx responds while noticing that Cripsy’s bag is a lot emptier than usual.

Styxx: Same thing as you do every match, it’s gotten you to this point hasn’t it?....Um, why is your bag…spacier than usual?

Cripsy: Well, figured I needed room to store the belt in when we travel.

Styxx(laughing): Ha! Good work. I’ll see you later on champ.

Cripsy turns and leaves the room as Styxx reclines back in the bike seat while still pedaling.

Just because you have earned the opportunity doesn’t mean you will succeed. This isn’t Cripsy’s first shot at the pure championship, he could have been the first champ but the night wasn’t his. Hopefully he learnt a lot from that. A title match is more difficult because there are only two ways to win it and an infinite number of ways to lose when it isn’t yours. Same thing goes for Xander. You earned the match, but not the title. Something tells me you know this.

Now, I could play some really lazy math and say that the UGK beat you down; Cripsy wiped them out on the last Pyro so you shouldn’t be a threat. But it doesn’t work like that because it’s one on one. No one to jump us from behind like what happened with Parkes and Dynamo a couple of shows ago.

Are you prepared Xander? I’m prepared to defend this belt as hard as I can, for as long as I can to restore the legitimacy back to it. It doesn’t happen overnight, hell it doesn’t happen in a short timeframe. It takes months to fix what was almost destroyed forever.
Be prepared Xander, because if your not you won’t win the Western States Heritage Title.

The Big Let Down.

Sometime later Styxx leaves the gym area and notices more and more people are arriving by the moment. Some small media groups have arrived to cover the event, each of them trying to get words from some of the other wrestlers as they appear. Out of the corner of his eye he see’s Jericho – Mooroopna’s driver - trying to sneak by without being spotted. Styxx walks over towards him and Jericho notices, breaking into a half sprint just a second too late as his boss grabs him by the shoulder and pulls him into a hidden corridor before slamming him up against a wall.

Styxx: I’m really beginning to lose my patience with you.

Jericho: You can’t do this; we are in a public setting.

Styxx: Yeah, and you can’t seem to do your job properly either now can you?

Jericho sighs and drops his head into his chest, Styxx raising his forearm to make sure Jericho’s eyes can’t leave his.

Styxx: You have spent nearly an entire year with Mooroopna, he should be destroying guys in twenty seconds by now from your word. Bt what’s happened? The more you’ve taught him about the culture the more he has lost his instinct, the killer attitude I saw when I found him fighting for money in shitty little halls.

Jericho: I can explain, really I..

Styxx now presses his forearm hard into Jericho’s throat. Before going almost forehead to forehead with the driver-come-handler, who tries to grab at Styxx’s arm in an attempt to break free.

Styxx: No more excuses, you were supposed to refine his ability not kill it, the next time Mooroopna drops the ball again it’ll be curtains for at least one of you…and you don’t fight.

Styxx lets go and storms away from Jericho quietly hoping in his mind to have to never see the little man ever again.

Now, you’re in the biggest match of your life, the bright lights, people paying money to watch you in the crowd and now people paying money to watch you on TV. You have to succeed don’t you? You don’t want to let the fans down do you? You don’t to let your family down do you? Do you want to let yourself down?

Only one of those three should matter. Because that’s the one that will affect you in the long run, if you lose – and I intend to cause such a result, do not bury your head in your hands and give up. Do you know how many people have failed at their first attempt at a championship? I lost my first two attempts at a world title before I made the top of the mountain. I didn’t give up, I didn’t surrender and I didn’t feel guilty. I either went even harder with the same tactic because I saw the value in it…or I changed things up.

Xander, I expect you not to give due to failure. In fact if you’re the type of guy most people with a rational brain think you are you will use it to make you a stronger competitor than before you had the match.
Don’t give in because of the let down.

What’s Next?

Styxx straps up the laces of his boots whilst glancing upward occasionally, waiting for someone arrive he momentarily breathes a sigh of annoyance just as the door opens and he looks to see Zenith walking into the room.

Zenith: You wanted to see me?

Styxx: Well I did, but you are so late I have to keep it short.

Zenith: What’s up?

Styxx: Well you, you’ve gone from being the Hardcore Champion to getting annihilated for it, and since then you haven’t won a match and have been relegated to the preshow against some unknown squib.

Zenith looks down and slightly away from Styxx as he tries to find an excuse but is quickly cut off.

Styxx: Look, Cameron. Everyone goes through shit. But the difference between everyone else and you at the moment is that they can either ignore it or use it to their advantage. You on the other hand let it drag you down. You used to be better than what you’re producing. I don’t know what’s going on with you, but your career is up to you. Where we go with it is not up to me.

Zenith simply nods and leaves the room, Styxx goes back to his laces before stopping to glance back at the door and then to the WSHC belt sitting on the chair next to him.

Regardless of what happens tonight the big picture is Altered Reality. I know what I’m doing because of the main level elimination match. For the first time in years the Western States Champion doesn’t go into a collective pissing contest against the US Champion. So my place is booked, on one hand I get to relax, I don’t need to fight for my future. On the other hand, you do.
Winning the title guarantees a spot on the biggest show LPW has to offer. Conversely it destroys what I set out to do. When I won this belt I realized this had to mean more than another notch on my belt, it meant I had the opportunity to save the value, the history and legacy of the Western States Championship. So many people wanted to change its name; so many people couldn’t find the will to defend it. It got passed around more than a streetwalker and now for the past 6 months has been around my waist. But instead of the defending the title on damn near every show like I wanted to to bring the respect back, I’m thrown into meaningless tag team matches with people I don’t give a fuck about. Oh yeah I defended it once, and the guy facing me got screwed out of a fair result. So I haven’t even come close to achieving what I wanted.

I dare say, neither have you.

PyroMania / Re: Blistering Inferno Voting and Promo Thread

« on: June 09, 2012, 09:12:06 AM »

CRIPSY'S PROMO

Not long after Pyro 20.??in the Australis locker room.

Cripsy,Roop and Zenith are in the locker room, Roop is less than impressed with what just happened out in the ring, and is letting Cripsy know it.

Roop: That’s bullshit and you know it!!
Cripsy: Hey man calm your shit! I had nothing to do with the stunt Kross just pulled!
Roop: As if you didn’t! You were afraid to face me!
Cripsy: You serious? That’s what you’re going with? I was afraid? Fuck you! I’ll fight you right here right now if that’s what you want!
Roop: Don’t tempt me Shane! You will regret it!
Cripsy: Why? Everyone out there might be fooled by your tough and mean outback crap but I know you remember? We on the same fucking team!
Roop: Why don’t you just call me what you’re thinking Shane! I’m just a coon to you, right?
Cripsy: Oh what the fuck man, when have I ever said that to you or to anyone about you?
Zenith: Yeah Roop that’s never been said by anyone in this group, you should know that.
Roop: Well…I…
Cripsy: Got nothing to fucking say to that have you?! Don’t go putting the fact that Kross only want’s the one of us out there, I didn’t ask him to cancel the match.
Roop: Then why did it happen?!
Zenith: Maybe Kross is trying to hammer a wedge between us, see if we will fold.
Cripsy: That wouldn’t surprise me at all; it’s a good way for him to see what we are made of.
Roop: So he is trying to trick me?! I’ll kill him!
Zenith: Pretty sure that’s the wrong way to go about things.
Cripsy: Yeah I agree with Zen, we can’t do anything irrational, would give him a reason to fire us.
Roop: Than what do you suggest we do?
Cripsy: Nothing.
Roop: Nothing? NOTHING?!
Cripsy: Yeah that’s right, we do nothing, act like it never happened.
Zenith: Give him no reaction at all; act like it didn’t piss you right off.
Roop: That’s nonsense!
Cripsy: No its not. It’s the smartest thing we could do.
Zenith: Exactly. Business as usual.

Roop offers no response other than a muffled grunt as he pushes his way past his fellow team mates in a huff.

Zenith: Shit! What’s he going to do?
Cripsy: He won’t do anything; he just needs to cool off a little.
Zenith: I hope so, anyway man congrats! A title shot that’s nice!
Cripsy: Yeah, it’s a little unexpected but I’m glad to have a chance.
Zenith: And against a fellow Aussie no less.
Cripsy: Yeah, Purser.
Zenith: He has been pretty switched on of late, should be an excellent match.
Cripsy: Yeah, I’ve been pleasantly surprised by his performances of late.
Zenith: Let’s go grab a cold one and celebrate a little, what ya say?
Cripsy: A brew sounds good after a hard match like that.

Zenith goes to say the bleeding obvious but looks across at Cripsy, who has a stupid grin on his face. They both break out in laughter as they head out into the night.

2 days later.
Cripsy is sitting down in a small coffee shop, clutching a cup of fresh, hot coffee. He flicks aimlessly through a newspaper, stopping on a page for a moment before flicking back again. The door to the shop opens with a bell and Cripsy raises his head and motions for the person that entered to come over to the table.

Styxx: Coffee? Seriously? Since when do you do coffee?

Styxx half smiles at his friend and stable mate before taking a seat on the opposite side of the table.

Cripsy: Since Zen and I had a big one a few nights ago, I swear that man drinks beer like it was water.
Styxx: Yeah he knows how to throw em back that’s for sure. I didn’t expect you to get slaughtered.
Cripsy: Neither did I, it was just a few drinks and turned into something else.
Styxx: Like the good old days eh?
Cripsy: Yeah, but those days weren’t so long ago.
Styxx: True, So why get plastered a week out from a title match?
Cripsy: As I said, I didn’t plan it this way, just happened.
Styxx: Nights out with Zen often turn out that way. You regret it?
Cripsy: (smiles) Only when I try to stand up.
Styxx: Well next time you should probably avoid the drink, you don’t want to blow this opportunity to snag a belt.
Cripsy: (smile fades) Yeah you’re right, It was a bit careless of me.
Styxx: Oh well, keep hitting the coffee and then hit the gym try and work out the grog.
Cripsy: (raises his cup) Will do.
Styxx: Good, will catch you a bit later to talk about your match. Oh don’t forget you have a television interview with the D later, so try to sound coherent won’t you?
Cripsy: alright then, and yes I will try to sound coherent as I possibly can. I better have another coffee first though.
Styxx: Better make it two, and shower too, you smell like the inside of a brewery.
Cripsy: You say the sweetest things sometimes.
Styxx: I know I do, ok I’m off, don’t forget, interview.
Cripsy: Ok ok I won’t mother.
Styxx: Don’t call me mother.
Cripsy: Stop acting like one then.
Styxx: Shut ya face, catch ya later bud.
Cripsy Aight then, catch.

Styxx gets up and leaves Cripsy to his headache and coffee.

Cripsy: Fuckin’Zen.

Later that day.

Cripsy is walking into an interview room for a chat with The D before his title match at blistering inferno.

The D: Oh wow, have you been drinking?
Cripsy: Maybe…why?
The D: You smell like Courtney Love
Cripsy: I smell like coke and seamen? Think you are thinking of someone else, Dynamo maybe?
The D: Maybe, are you going to be right to go on camera?
Cripsy: Provided people watching can’t smell me, I should be fine.
The D: Righto then, (motions to camera crew) here we go.

The room goes silent as the camera is switched on and the interview begins.

The D: Hello, I’m Here With Shane “Cripsy” Cripps ahead of his Pure Championship match against the current champion, Daniel Purser at Blistering inferno in just a few days’ time. So Cripsy, are you ready to face the champ?
Cripsy: Well D, to keep it short and sweet, yes. I am ready to face Purser at Blistering Inferno.
The D: That’s all well and good, but this isn’t your first chance at a belt though is it?
Cripsy: That’s correct; I had a match against Atlas Adams for the now defunct Television championship.
The D: Ah yes that’s right, In the first LPW bull rope match I believe.
Cripsy: Yes that’s right.
The D: And what was the result of that match?
Cripsy: I lost. You know that already though.
The D: Just making sure you were not deluded in anyway.
Cripsy: Thanks.
The D: You’re welcome. Moving on though, what do you say to those people who say you don’t deserve this match at all? That you haven’t done enough to be in the hunt for the belt?
Cripsy: I’d tell them to eat a dick, and that Kross wouldn’t pick me to take on Purser if I wasn’t the man for the job.
The D: Well it could be that Kross wants Purser to keep the belt, so he picked you.
Cripsy: What are you trying to say there, D?
The D: Oh, nothing. Moving on. How did Maroopna Mayamaya handle the fact that his chance at a title shot was snuffed out before the bell even rang?
Cripsy: Well he was pissed off, as anyone would be. But we have sorted that out and moved on.
The D: There are whispers out there that cancelling the match and awarding you the number one contender spot was a way for the brass to weed out the weak link in your little group. Thus causing a split.
Cripsy: Well if that was the plan it backfired, it’s going to take more than that to split us apart. We are a tight knit group and we have to be if we want to make it anywhere in this company.
The D: Fair enough, well it’s a good thing your all friends and can sort differences out.
Cripsy: Well we have more sense than other groups, take POV for example. They fell apart from the top down. That won’t happen to us, we have a solid leader in Styxx, and Zen, Roop and myself don’t try and delude ourselves with notions of grandeur like the rats beneath Jensen did.
The D: Ah POV, what a train wreck. Well Cripsy that’s about all the time we have. Is there any clichés you would like to throw at your opponent, like “shine that belt for me “or I’m coming for you”?
Cripsy: Ah no, I will say to him though bring you’re a game Daniel, I want to face you at your very best, so when I do get the 3 count you can’t say you were not prepared. If you’re not ready for one hell of a fight at B.I then I would suggest you just stay at home.

The D: And there you have it a cliché ladies and gentleman, I’ve been the D, goodnight!

Cripsy stands up and rips the mic setup off

Cripsy: Fuck you, D.

As Cripsy walks out of the interview room, with the D mumble nonsensical garbage at him he bumps into Purser.

Purser: Out of the way, mate.
Cripsy: I’m not your mate, and make me.
Purser: What? You wanna go right here? Without ya boys to protect you?
Cripsy: I don’t need my “boys” to kick your ass.
Purser: (laughs) Really? You toss a couple of hacks around and nail a few finishers and suddenly your top shit?
Cripsy: Kross picked the best to face you, I guess he knows potential when he see’s it.
Purser: That’s all you have been though Shane, potential.
Cripsy: Than beating me shouldn’t be a problem, should it Dan?
Purser: No, It WON”T be.
Cripsy: (walks off laughing) We’ll see Danny boy, we’ll see.

“I’ve been asked a lot lately if I really deserve this match, if the contender match had gone ahead would I really be the one left standing?. It got me thinking, doubting myself, and asking myself if I was really the right one to face Daniel Purser for the belt. Yes, yes I am the right one to face him, and yes I would have been victorious in the contenders match. Why? Because I do have the potential to be great, no not great, the best. To climb all the way to the top of this mountain and shout fuck you! To all the doubters and haters. But before I can do that I have to get my hands on my first belt, and now that’s within my reach, it’s so close I can taste it! And yes, I know I have been here before and that I failed. I was naïve back then, thought I deserved the belt and under estimated my opponent, and payed for it. Not this time though, this time I have prepared, when I walk onto that stage to face Purser I will be ready. I guess there is only one thing to say to him now…I’m ready, are you?. It’s time to live up to all this potential.

FIN.

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