| on: June 28, 2012, 06:54:26 AM PyroMania | Re: LPW PﾘROMANIA PRESENTS - BLISTERING INFERNO - RESULTS |
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 Backstage, an extremely focused Jeff Watson sits in his locker room. He is surprisingly calm and patient considering the enormity of his match tonight. His attention is drawn when he is interrupted by a stage hand. Stage Hand: Mr. Watson sir? Watson: Yes? Stage Hand: I’ve been told to get you. We thought you’d like to see this. Watson stands up from his seat, and starts to follow the stage hand. He doesn’t have to go far, as the quickly come across EMTs loading Ken Ryans onto a stretcher. Watson instantly becomes more animated. Watson: What’s going on here?! Stage Hand: Mr. Ryans was attacked. There was a note here for you. We found it pinned to Mr. Ryan’s chest. The stage hand gives Watson the crumpled note. Watson quickly reads it before putting it in his pocket, visually furious. Watson: You couldn’t help yourself, could you Azreal? You think this is funny? You think this is a game? You’ve just signed your own warrant! Lillehammer: WHA?!?! Michaels: Ken Ryans has been attacked AGAIN!! I would have thought this was something very out of character for Azreal. Lillehammer: KEN RYANS?! IS HE… going to be OK? Michaels: He’s being loaded onto a stretcher, you tell me. Lillehammer: Wh… a… my… Ken… Michaels: Snap out of it Bobby, there’s nothing you can do. Focus, we have a HUGE match coming up now. Lillehammer: You’re right… Azreal, I hope Watson absolutely destroys you. This is obviously a ploy from Insanity to take out potential captains, giving them the advantage! Isn’t it ironic that this should happen just before the return of the old Insanity general manager. Michaels: Indeed it is. Omega is finally going to shut that guys mouth. Lillehammer: I sense some bitterness. Michaels: We have a somewhat interesting history. Lillehammer: Really? I only see two matches against him at LPW. Michaels: I don't want to discuss it. Lillehammer: ... Errr... alright very well.  “Pride” by Five Finger Death Punch begins to play throughout the arena as coming out from behind the curtain is Seth Omega. However instead of the usual darkened entrance he normally gets, the lights don't turn off, nor does his iconic green symbol in the centre of the ring. Seth looks around before giving a smile before making his way to the ring. Speaker: Ohhh… it’s a BIG man, it’s SETH OMEEEEGGAAA! Michaels: Little mind games by his opponent one would think. Lillehammer: Could be that, or the fact that he's not a contracted wrestler and the general manager has finally come to terms that giving him an entrance is simply unfit for an unsigned wrestler. He's just lucky he gets to come to the ring with a song. Michaels: He deserve one just the same. Seth's in the ring now and he seems eager to for the match to start. The lights in the arena suddenly cut out. Michaels: Yet he gets one? Lillehammer: Hush, I want to see this. Out of the darkness, “Hallowed by thy Name” by Iron Maiden begins to play. The darkness gets cut with a strobbing blue spot light illuminating Eric Scorpio in a long leather trench coat and a large rolled up envelop in hand, walking down the ramp. With a stoic look, his eyes never leave the site of Omega in the ring. He points the envelop at Seth Omega before tucking it inside his leather coat and handing it to a stage hand on the outside of the ring. Speaker: SPOOOOOOOOKY!!! Stop scaring me Eric Scorpio… Lillehammer: There's been mentions of this envelop before. Michaels: It's just more of Scorpio's mind games. He's trying to get into Omega's head. Lillehammer: Well it may be working, because Scorpio just entered the ring and Omega has just jumped him nailing him with lefts and rights. The bell hasn't even rung yet. Michaels: Well after the things Scorpio has done to this man, these past few weeks, I don't blame him. Lillehammer: The referee has just pulled off Omega. Good job referee, keep that maniac off of him. Michaels: Scorpio is getting back to his feet and Omega just tackled him down to the mat again! Another Left, another Right. This man's on fire. Lillehammer: This man should be disqualified right now. Come on referee do your job. Michaels: The referee has just pulled Omega off again and has given him a warning. Scorpio is checking his face, he doesn't look amused. Lillehammer: If I punched you in the face, I bet you wouldn't be amused either. Scorpio is getting back up again, and here comes Omega again! Come on ref! Michaels: Omega charges Scorpio and Scorpio sidesteps and throws Omega through the ropes to the outside! Omega just took a nasty spill to the outside. Lillehammer: Scorpio has just spoken to the referee and the referee has just rang the bell. I think he just asked the referee to start the match. Michaels: I believe so, because look at Scorpio he's focused on Omega who's slowly getting up and Scorpio charges and dives through the ropes and Omega just caught him in midair into Powerslam!!! right onto those tiny ringside mats. Scorpio looks like he's in a lot of pain now. Lillehammer: Definitely wasn't thinking too clearly here. Maybe ring rust? Michaels: Possibly. Omega picks Scorpio up and Irish Whip to the steel stairs! Scorpio just flipped right over them. Lillehammer: The referee has just begun to count the two men out. This keeps up, we may see the quickest defeat of a returning superstar. Michaels: He ain't no star. Scorpio slowly gets up using the ring apron and here comes Omega charging towards Scorpio and Drop Toe Hold by Scorpio and Omega just face planted right onto those steel stairs! Lillehammer: Ah that's more like it. Scorpio picks Omega up and rolls him into the ring. Scorpio quickly climbs in the ring ending the referee's count at 8 and begins delivering lefts and rights to Omega's face. Eye for an eye, Drew? Michaels: Don't know what you're talking about. The referee pulls Scorpio off of Omega and Scorpio leans back against the corner turnbuckle and waits for Omega to get back to his feet. Lillehammer: Looks like a little bit of blood from Omega's mouth, as he quickly checks his teeth. With Scorpio letting Omega get up, it looks like he's here for a wrestling match. Michaels: It's about time. Both men begin circling each other and Omega goes for the lock up but Scorpio quickly with a kick to the midsection and a quick Gut Wrench Suplex. He may have been away for sometime but that was done very quickly. I don't think Omega knew what hit him there. Lillehammer: One blink and you would have missed that. Omega back to his feet and Standing Drop Kick from Scorpio sending Omega back down to the mat. He's not letting off. Michaels: He better not. If Scorpio does indeed see something in Omega, then he knows not to step off the gas. Omega back to his feet, Scorpio quickly charging and devastating Lariat by Omega! Scorpio went from running to finding himself flat on his back in milliseconds. I don't think he knows what just happened there. Lillehammer: It's like he hit a train. Omega's not wasting time either, picking up and clutching Scorpio and delivering those devastating knees to Scorpio's chest and face. Scorpio needs to break free fast. Michaels: Those definitely rattled him; Scorpio's got blood seeping from his lip. Omega tosses Scorpio against the turnbuckle and charges only to get a stiff elbow from Scorpio staggering him back. Omega tries again, Scorpio with the elbow once more but blocked by Omega this time and Belly to Belly Suplex by Omega!!! Scorpio is arching his back in pain. Lillehammer: That was hard to see. Omega is not messing around here. Michaels: He definitely isn't. Omega picks Scorpio back up and Scorpio counters with a European Uppercut, stunning Omega. Scorpio quickly grabs Omega's head and Sit Out JawBreaker!! Omega staggers back, Scorpio springboards of the second rope and Scorpion Hangover!! Omega is down! Lillehammer: That's what I'm talking about!!! Scorpio goes for the pin. One... Two... Thr... Scorpio releases the pin!!! Michaels: Now that was foolish. Lillehammer: I don't think so. Isn't Scorpio here to teach him a lesson? Michaels: What lesson, it was because of Scorpio long ago that Omega lost his wrestling contract with LPW. This is more like adding insult to injury. Scorpio picks Omega back up, locks him up and Spinning GordBuster by Scorpio. Lillehammer: He just wants to see how much the poor man can take. Besides, Omega's had plenty of chances to regain a contract here and has not been able to so far. Michaels: Omega is on all fours as he tries to get back up and Scorpio with a quick stomp to the hands of Omega. Omega tries again to get up but Legdrop to the back of the head by Scorpio. Omega is down again. Lillehammer: I'd expect Scorpio to be smiling here but, he's not, he looks annoyed more than anything. Michaels: He's still got that same ugly face, I tried not to pay to much attention to that. Scorpio picks Omega back up and Inverted Backbreaker. Omega is down again. Scorpio is back to his feet and has just begun to nail shot after to Omega's head. He looks frustrated. Lillehammer: He does. Not often you see Scorpio lose his cool. He's shouting at Omega, but I can't quite make out what he's saying. Omega is on his knees. Michaels: Don't know what he's saying, but Omega is smiling and Scorpio has begun deliver some stiff shots to the face of Omega. I think Omega is playing some mind games of his own here as the referee puts a stop to this farce and separates Scorpio and gives him a warning for those close fists punches. Lillehammer: Yet it was okay for Omega to start the match that way. Michaels: I'm pretty sure the referee pulled him off and gave him a warning there too. Scorpio lunges quickly back at Omega and Pump Kick to Omega's chest sending him down to the mat. Scorpio picks up Omega and lifts him up for a suplex and holds him up in the air. Lillehammer: See that, that's picture perfect! Michaels: Scorpio goes through with the suplex but Omega spins himself in the air and lands on his feet! Impressive! Omega with a solid knee to the abdomen, Scorpio hunches over, Omega locks in his arms, lifts him up and Tiger Bomb!!! Omega holds on for the pin. One... Tw... Kick out by Scorpio! Lillehammer: Guess he's got some fight left in him. Michaels: Scorpio back on his feet and Omega with a running kick to the chest sending Scorpio crashing down to the mat. Omega quickly picks Scorpio back up and Tiger Suplex by Omega! And Scorpio is down again. Omega is starting to show some passion. I think Scorpio may have woken something in him. Lillehammer: Maybe it's indigestion. That's snarl look on his face would indicate an internal problem. Michaels: What do you know? Omega goes for a Lariat and Scorpio ducks and goes for a Springboard Leg Lariat but Omega catches him in mid-air and drives him hard into the corner turnbuckle. Omega begins delivering some Violent Party, landing shots to the face and chest, Scorpio is trying to block them but he's not succeeding very well. Omega is on a tear right now. And massive headbutt to Scorpio's face and Scorpio is down and sitting against the post. Lillehammer: Come on get up, Scorpio! Michaels: Omega charges and Running Knee right to Scorpio's face. Scorpio just collapsed to the mat. He may be out. Omega grabs Scorpio's leg and drags him to the center of the ring. Omega picks him back up and Brainbuster! Omega quickly goes for the pin again. One... Two... Thre... Kick Out by Scorpio again! Lillehammer: See not rusty. If he was he would have been pinned already. Michaels: Yeah, but it's not like he's fairing much better being on the receiving end. Omega picks Scorpio back up and Irish Whip towards the rope. Scorpio runs back and Omega with a Clothesline, but Scorpio ducks! Scorpio bounces off the ropes, and Omega goes for a bearhug this time and Scorpio slides under his legs hooking one of his legs on the way sending Omega crashing to the mat face first. Lillehammer: Nicely done. Now let's see some innovation and show all these people why you fired this guy in the first place. Michaels: Omega back on his knees and Scorpio leaps on the ropes and Springboard Leg Lariat by Scorpio and Omega is down again! Lillehammer: Scorpio's not wasting any time and quickly rolls Omega for a pin, but Omega quickly breaks free even before a 1 count. Michaels: Omega back to his feet, Scorpio charges and Reverse Atomic Drop by Omega. Scorpio staggers and Omega with a Brutal Lariat!!! I think Scorpio did a somersault here. Lillehammer: Yikes. Yeah... That was a 9.0. I'm deducting a point because he didn't land on his feet. Michaels: Only a point? Lillehammer: The somersault was that impressive, what can I say. Michaels: Omega slowly picks Scorpio up and Scorpio quickly grabs Omega's neck and delivers a Swinging Neck Breaker! Both men are down and Scorpio instinctively puts his arm on Omega's chest. One... Kick-Out by Omega! Lillehammer: Yeah it's going to take more than that. Props to Scorpio having ring presence though and showing us what kind of veteran he is by covering here. Michaels: Both men get back up and begin taking swings at each other, each taking turns, and Scorpio with another swing, Omega grabs his arm and knees him right in the abdomen. Scorpio begins to keel over and Omega grabs his head and Snapmare Takedown! Omega bounces the ropes and goes for a Running Knee, but Scorpio rolls out of the way! Omega turns around and spinning side kick to Omega's stomach, Scorpio grabs hold of Omega's head and SCORPIO'S SCOURGE!!! Lillehammer: Scorpio just landed his spinning facebuster finisher!!! PIN HIM!!! One... Two... Thre...KICK OUT by Omega!!! Lillehammer: I don't believe it... that referee and that slow count of his. Michaels: Nothing slow about that. Scorpio quickly gets back up and Springboard Moonsault!!! Scorpio hooks the legs again! One... Two... THRE.... NO!!! KICK OUT by Omega again!!! Lillehammer: Scorpio looks incensed! Scorpio picks Omega back up by the head and tights and spins him around and drives him in the turnbuc... referee!!! Scorpio just gored the referee with Omega's head!!! Damn referee was in the way and the ref is down and out. Michaels: Though I wouldn't normally be shocked that this was done on purpose by Scorpio, I think this time he had no idea the referee was even there. Scorpio looks angry now and he's just picked up the unconscious referee and chucked him right out of the ring. There's absolutely no reason for that. None. Lillehammer: He shouldn't have been there, I don't blame him at all. Michaels: Scorpio has turned his focus back to Omega. Omega is trying to get back to his feet and Scorpio reaches in his tights and surprise surprise folks. A nice pair of shiny brass knucks. This guy makes me sick. Omega turns around and brass knuckles to the side of the head!!! Scorpio just split him open as Omega collapses to the mat. This is disgusting. Lillehammer: I honestly have nothing to say on this matter. Michaels: Yeah because you know that guy in the ring should be charged with assault for that shot. At least Scorpio has taken the weapon off his hand and tossed it in the ring. What an ass!! Lillehammer: Calm down. Omega is crawling to the ropes and he's trying with everything he's got to get back up. And Scorpio just kicked his arms out from him and down goes Omega again. Michaels: Scorpio grabs hold of Omega's face with his hands and he's shouting at Omega. Lillehammer: I wonder what he's saying, he's having a long conversation. Michaels: I'm sure it's nothing that is safe for TV nor for pay per view. Lillehammer: I'd still be interested to know. Scorpio has dragged Omega up and shoved him against the corner turnbuckle. I don't think Omega's got much left to give here. His face is a crimson red on one side. And Scorpio is slapping him in the face and yelling at him again. Michaels: Well I heard it this time, He's asking Omega something along the lines of “where's that fire?, where's that inferno?” and another slap by Scorpio. Enough is enough. Lillehammer: Scorpio is shoving Omega hard into the turnbuckle and Omega has just shoved Scorpio back! Michaels: I think Scorpio just woke Omega up, should've pinned him when he had the chance. Lillehammer: The referee was out cold. What was he to do? Michaels: Not the shit we just saw him do for one. Scorpio smacks Omega in the face again and drives him hard into the turnbuckle again and Omega just bounced back and forearm smash right across Scorpio's face. Scorpio grabs Omega's head and Headbutt again sending him against the turnbuckle. Scorpio swing a right at Omega, Omega ducks!!! Grabs hold of Scorpio in an STO and drives his knee right into Scorpio's groin!!! How's that for some retribution!! Lillehammer: Not once did Scorpio groin Omega! Not once! Michaels: Scorpio looks like he's out of breath and Omega follows through with an STO! Scorpio is in agony. He's helped himself back to his feet with the help of the ropes but he's clearly still suffering from the effects of that low blow. Lillehammer: That is one equalizer no matter who you are. Well unless you're a woman I suppose. Oh crap he's got those brass knuckles... Scorpio look out!!! Michaels: Omega spins Scorpio around and devastating right hand directly on the nose of Scorpio!!! Scorpio's nose is busted wide open as he falls right down. Now that's an eye for an eye. Omega is simply returning the favor. Scorpio slowly gets back to his feet and another shot!!! Scorpio is down and twitching!! Lillehammer: Oh you condemn Scorpio for doing it, yet here Omega has just done it not once, but twice! Michaels: One was for tonight, the other is for the months and months of torment this guy has caused him. Not to mention his contract-less career at this point. Omega tosses the knuckles out of the ring and rolls Scorpio over for the pin. One, Two, Three! Lillehammer: No referee brainiac. Too many head shots from Mr. Samuels I take it. Michaels: I know there's no ref, Omega could have had this won right here. Omega releases the hold and simply lays in the ring. The ref is down, Scorpio is down, Omega is down. And here comes a new referee. About damn time. Lillehammer: Hopefully this one is smart enough to stay out of the way. I blame the first referee for all of this. Michaels: Of course you would. And the referee has begun to count. As both men begin stirring on the ground. 1... 2... 3... Lillehammer: Both men have reached the ropes, with Omega already on his knees. 4... 5... 6... Michaels: Omega is digging deep to pull himself up and Scorpio has just finally managed to get to his knees. Both men are a crimson mess. 7... 8... Lillehammer: Omega is on his feet, struggling to stay up mind you, come on Scorpio get up!!! You don't want to lose like this. 9... 10... Michaels: Scorpio just made it to his feet, I'm not sure he made the count though. And the referee is waving his arms, he made it. Though he's wobbly and covered in blood. The referee gives the go ahead sign to continue and Scorpio lunges with a punch at Omega grabs it brings Scorpio's arm between his legs and HEART SHAPED BOX III!!! Omega rolls over and hooks the leg. One... Two... Thre – KICK OUT by Scorpio!!! Lillehammer: Where did he find the energy to muster that? Omega if you want this you're going to have to earn it. Michaels: Yeah no doubt. Omega bangs the mat and gets back up. Picks Scorpio up and quick Irish Whip by Omega and COUNTERED by Scorpio!!! Omega bounces back dodges a clothesline attempt by Scorpio! Omega turns around and SPRINGBOARD SCORPIO KILLER!!! Omega nearly got decapitated there!!! Lillehammer: Scorpio quickly drapes his arm on Omega. One... Two... Thre – KICK OUT by OMEGA!!! Michaels: Wow... Omega is showing a lot of resilience in kicking out there. Both men are breathing very heavy right now and slowly making their way to their feet with the help of each other's bodies. Omega swings and strikes Scorpio, Scorpio swings and strikes Omega. This is going back and forth folks! Lillehammer: Both men are exhausted and are sporting matching crimson masks. These guys are giving their all. Michaels: Omega with another swing and Scorpio blocks and knee to the solar plexus!!! Omega keels over and Scorpio just motioned a cut throat sign with his thumb. Lillehammer: Scorpio is setting him up here. Time for some repentance!!! Michaels: Scorpio flips Omega up and POWERBOMB BACKBREAKER!!! Omega is rolling around in pain! Lillehammer: Scorpio holds onto the legs and goes for the SINFUL REPENTENCE, but Omega is tossing too much, Scorpio's not able to lock in his submission finisher. Michaels: Scorpio is trying to and Omega powers through sending Scorpio down to the mat. Omega still has life! Lillehammer: Yeah, Omega has lunged at Scorpio again and Scorpio with a European Uppercut!!! Omega staggers back and Scorpio delivers a standing dropkick to Omega's knee sending him crashing down on all fours to the mat. Michaels: Scorpio puts Omega's head between his leg once more! He's going to break Omega's back if he delivers that move again!!! Scorpio flips Omega up and Omega follows through!!! Scorpio turns around to a knee the abdomen as well. Omega wastes no time and flips Scorpio up and HEART SHAPED BOX IV!!!! Omega rolls over and puts his arm over Scorpio! One... Two... Three – NO, SCORPIO JUST KICKED OUT IN TIME!!! Lillehammer: That was so close!!! Both men are slow to get up!!! Scorpio lunges at Omega with a SCORPIO KILLER, and OMEGA DODGED!!! Michaels: Scorpio staggers around and Omega quickly flips him up again and HEART SHAP{ED BOX IV AGAIN!!!! Omega follows quickly through, locking the legs! One... Two... THREE!!! Lillehammer: Where did he find the energy??? Speaker: SETHY!!!! You see that guy, that’s Sethy. He’s good.[/i] Seth Omega (4.26 APS + 1.2 Vote = 5.46 Total) Eric Scorpio (4.42 APS + 0.7 Vote = 5.12 Total) “Pride” by Five Finger Death Punch begins to play in the arena as the referee raises Seth Omega's hand in the ring as he lays on his back in the ring. While Eric Scorpio slowly rolls out of the ring in defeat. Omega slowly makes his way to his feet with the help of the referee.[/I] Michaels: A well earned victory by Seth Omega tonight. He fought hard, he dug deep and found what he needed in himself to win. Lillehammer: Don't forget that this was Scorpio's plan all along, to bring out the fire and desire out of Omega. You could say he won too. Michaels: No. I would not say that at all. And oh crap, come on now. Look who's entering the ring again. Sporting leather trench coat and all. Scorpio is staggering slowly towards Omega and the referee just got in Scorpio's face and down goes the referee with a stiff blow to the face. Scorpio, Omega won, get over it. This match is over. Lillehammer: The referee should have minded his own business. Scorpio has just walked an arms length away from Scorpio and he's starring him down through all that blood on his face. Michaels: It's over. Stop this, Scorpio is reaching into his trench coat and Omega has his fists up. Enough!!! Scorpio doesn't remove his stare and oh no, watch out he's pulling out a... Lillehammer: An envelope! Jeez, you worry too much. Scorpio has pulled out a thick brown envelop and he's handing it to Omega. As promised! See, he's not such a bad guy. Michaels: Yeah whatever. It's a trick. Omega is cautious but he's slowly reaching and grabbing the other end of the mysterious envelop. Both men simply stare at each other and Scorpio just nodded to Omega!!! Suddenly the light in the arena turn off for a couple seconds, then turns back on with Seth Omega's arm still outstretched holding a large brown envelop but with no sign of Eric Scorpio in the ring. Lillehammer: I think what you saw just now was some form of respect from Scorpio. No idea if Omega feels the same, but that's definitely what that was. Michaels: Well both men just brutalized each other here tonight. Omega has opened the envelop and he is simply smiling. Lillehammer: Omega is flashing the paperwork to the fans in the arena. And now he's flashing it to the camera. What's it say? Michaels: It's an Pyromania Wrestling Contract!!! That's what Scorpio had for him? Wow. Lillehammer: Wow indeed, I could see why Scorpio put Omega through the paces tonight, he wanted to make sure that Omega earned his contract and wasn't just given it. Michaels: Well one things for sure, Omega is now officially a member for Pyromania!! This secures a spot for him in the Main Event Elimination Tag Team Match at Altered Reality!!! And most importantly, he no longer has to worry about being jobless! Lillehammer: Well said. [INDENT]  .com |
| on: June 28, 2012, 06:49:49 AM PyroMania | Re: LPW PﾘROMANIA PRESENTS - BLISTERING INFERNO - RESULTS |
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The camera picks up Golden watching one of the monitors backstage when DJC approaches him, microphone in hand. DJC: What's crackin' fam? Looks like you doin' homework on one of ya patnas at the big dance. Anythang impressive happenin'? Golden: Let me tell you a story DeSean, a true one in fact. My family run a bar back home - DJC: Guess not since you finna spin me dis Irish yarn. Aight, I'm kinda bored and you might spit that real so Illyman's interest is piqued. Golden: This is a good few years back, I'd been away playing ball for the summer with a couple of the lads so the night we all arrived back in the bar we were surprised to see that one of the locals, Barney he was called, had gotten himself very popular. DJC: Not sure what dis gotta do with whateva going on, B. Get to the point, I ain't tryna be an accomplice to you boring the fine folks in attendance. If I wanted to have any part of sapping a crowd's energy I'd watch Blake Griffin's wannabe-on-Broadway ass do a Kia commercial... Golden: We'd been expecting everyone to be lauding our the heroic performances we'd been putting in on the football field as soon as we stepped in the door, but no, there wasn't a sinner in the bar interested in us. Every single one of them was around this other guy. So, inevitably we went over to check out what all the attraction was. Our eyes could hardly believe what they were seeing. On the bar, infront of the man, sat a tiny little fella playing a tiny little piano. He was playing a mighty tune too, no wonder everyone was over having a look. After a while the old fella but the wee man back in his pocket and the buzz subsided long enough for everyone to top up their pints and go back to their corners. One of my mates, the star of the team we'd been playing for over the summer infact, was so annoyed at this man stealing his thunder that he went over and confronted him. "Barney, what the hells this?" He said. Barney then rambled about this well he found down the road, and that there was a genie stuck down the well. Barney went on to tell him about the money he'd made from the little man and the joy it brought him. He suggested my friend went down to the genie and asked for a wish himself. He didn't have to tell him twice, as my friend sprinted out the door in search of the genies well. Not too long passed before our friend arrived back, accompanied by twelve midgets. Before we even had a chance to ask what in the world was going on he stormed over to Barney and said, "What the hell is this, I asked for a dozen beautiful women by my side and he gives me twelve wee men to follow me around!?", "Aye" Barney replied, "Do you think I asked for a twelve inch pianist?" DJC: Heh-heh... now pardon my french, "fella", but WHUT DA HALE was this provin'? You down in the dumps or somethin' bruh? Golden: I feel like the man who went to the well and asking for a team of winners and came back with a handful of hotdogs. Oh, and you want to hear the biggest laugh yet? I've been told that the last member of my team is going to be Double D. Isn't that funny? DJC: A nigga guess so? Golden: It's f***ing HILARIOUS. With that, Golden walks away, chuckling to himself as DJC stares on totally confused. DJC: Note to self, don't run up on Irish niggas that's feelin' all nostalgic and whatnot.... nigga been smokin' that shamrock or somethin'… Michaels: So there we have it, our Undercard team for Altered Reality Six is confirmed, with a controversial final member. Lillehammer: I wonder if Dynamo realises what’s in store for him with this latest revelation. Doesn’t this stop him from leaving LPW now? Why would anyone want to stop a queer from leaving here? Michaels: Moving on before Bobby embarrasses us even further, we will now see what should be a interesting matchup for the Western States Heritage Championship, where Styxx defends against flashy upstart Xander Kross. Lillehammer: Interesting is terming it nicely. We have exactly what’s wrong with today’s generation taking on some backwater Australian! It’s bad enough he holds a championship… Michaels: Styxx is one of the most decorated competitors in this federation, show respect. Lillehammer: Suffering your presence is more than enough for me in the selfless deeds department. Michaels: You are damned hopeless…  “Turns to Ashes” by 36 Crazyfists plays and Styxx makes his way out to a mixed reaction, his title on his shoulder. He goes toward the ring business-like, giving off a mean glare to the fans. He slides in and looks toward the crowd, raising the WSHC high, scanning the capacity crowd. Speaker: STYXX, don’t be such a sour puss… I figured champs had more to smile about… Michaels: You know, I get he has taken issue with the apparent treatment of Aussies in LPW, but given that said continent has provided us with some of the greatest and most accomplished wrestlers in this federation’s history, where exactly has he and his fellow Aussies been wronged? Lillehammer: He’s an idiot. Michaels: No, I’d just like to get some clarification. He wouldn’t feel this way for a reason. The arena darkens as the opening sirens of “Bonfire” by Childish Gambino sound out. Suddenly the music seamlessly changes to “Freaks and Geeks” by Childish Gambino as Xander Kross comes from the back to cheers, clad in a Dallas Cowboys-color scheme version of his attire. He extends the front of his jersey, which reads “BEAST MODE” and the number #94, representing Cowboys star DeMarcus Ware, which only serves to garner him more support. Xander then does his signature taunt then proceeds down energetically, interacting with the fans and generally appearing loose and relaxed. Styxx hands his championship to the ref and looks on unimpressed. Speaker: Is this what they call “swag”? XANDER KROSS[/i], you answer my question! Lillehammer: What a suckup… Michaels: Let the kid have some fun, jeez. The Mrs. not putting out at home anymore? Mrs. Lillehammer, on behalf of LPW, I say it’s about time. Lillehammer: Shut up you fool! Kross tosses his custom jersey and hat into the crowd as the bell rings. Styxx goes to corner Kross, who quickly evades Styxx before a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Michaels: Styxx looking to slow the pace and out-muscle the young gun here. Lillehammer: Of cours he is, he has about a 70 pound weight advantage on the boy, who frankly looks dressed to shoot around with the Mavericks. He could use a more traditional in-ring style. Michaels: I like it, shows originality and if he’s comfy in it, why hate? Styxx has Xander now, and he misses a huge elbow! Xander fires a stiff jab on the comeback! Xander bounces around the ring ala Muhammad Ali, smirking at Styxx. Lillehammer: Now’s not the time to rub it in the champ’s face. Michaels: This one’s started a bit cautiously, Styxx starting to close the distance and Xander takes him down with a low dropkick to the knee! He follows up with a stalling dropkick that sends Styxx flying backward! Lillehammer: Well I must admit, the boy has… I think the young people say “hangtime”… Michaels: He is a former basketball player but that was still impressive. Xander goes for a cover and only gets one! Lillehammer: The stick and move tactics of the challenger may actually pay dividends, however Styxx is more athletic than people believe. Xander motions for the kneeling champion to bring the fight, as the fresh-faced challenger’s confidence begins to build. Michaels: They lock up again, but Styxx takes the advantage here with an arm wrench. Damn! He tried to shoulder it out of the socket there! He’s wrenching again, but Xander rolls to the mat and nips up, taking down the champion with an armdrag! What a reversal! Lillehammer: Since when could he trade holds! Michaels: This is why you don’t judge people before you know them, you ass. Lillehammer: You go with what a man shows you, you’ve shown me nothing but asinine political ideologies and a general disregard for anything intelligent so, thus I have a very low opinion of you, you Nazi! Michaels: Charming… Styxx begins to show some frustration and mutter profanity. Xander looks to quickly get back on the offensive, as he stops a charging Styxx with a toe kick and a release cradle suplex. Styxx, a savvy ring veteran, rolls to the outside to regroup, slightly grimacing as Xander plays to the crowd. Michaels: Xander looks to have Styxx off his game, a great start for the hopeful champion! Styxx trying to shake the cobwebs loose now, but Kross might have a plan. Lillehammer: The young ruffian has a look in his eye, this may be high risk! Michaels: Kross charges the ropes and flies! TOPE CON HILO!! Exciting offense from Dr. Beast Mode! The crowd pops until Xander remains down, holding his hamstring. Styxx rolls to his stomach as the ref goes out to check on his opponent. Lillehammer: That didn’t look good. That’s why it’s called high risk. A replay shows Xander’s leg buckle a bit on the landing. The referee asks Xander if he can continue and Xander gingerly gets to a seated position, saying “YEAH CUZZO, I GOT DIS”. Meanwhile Styxx has rolled back into the ring, getting a breather as Xander hops towards the apron. Michaels: That maneuver might have derailed Kross’ momentum, rather unfortunate I must say. Lillehammer: You’re not supposed to play favorites. Michaels: You sniveling hypocrite… it’s called having compassion for your fellow man. Lillehammer: Well he shouldn’t have made that leap! Xander slowly enters the ring and Styxx sees Xander struggling to get around, and pounces on the gimpy challenger, sending him head over heels with a Kitchen Sink knee to the gut. Styxx wastes no time going after the damaged leg, dropping a couple of elbows across it before cinching in a leglock, which Xander desperately tries to escape. Lillehammer: Styxx showing that veteran instinct, he sees the opening and he wastes no time! Michaels: Xander trying to escape it but having little luck. He just manages the grab the ropes and Styxx immediately releases and drops a huge elbow across the back of Xander’s head! Lillehammer: Styxx is going to ground the boy now, he’s slowing it to a methodical pace, right where he can control it. Michaels: Styxx has Kross up now and is delivering massive forearms across the back. He goes for an Irish Whip but he pulls back, turning it into a short-arm Pendulum Backbreaker! Styxx covers! 1!!2!! KICKOUT!!! Lillehammer: He might be setting up for the Ganzo Bomb now, but if I were the champion I’d go right back to that leg and quad, see how tender it really is. Michaels: Xander is trying to pull himself up and STYXX TURNS HIM INSIDE OUT WITH A VILE RUNNING KICK TO THE LEG! Lillehammer: It’s most definitely smarting now! Michaels: And now Styxx is going to the top rope, the big man may take flight, he’s got the challenger measured… Xander is having trouble standing. Lillehammer: But it doesn’t matter as Styxx powers him down with a flying axehandle across his face! He might have concussed him! Michaels: Styxx goes right back to leg and slaps on a half crab! Xander is in deep trouble here! The crowd tries to get behind Xander as he crawls toward the ropes, pain etched on his face. Styxx looks around and repositions, trying to get as much leverage as he can on the hold. Xander gets within a fingertip of the ropes but Styxx, ever the savvy competitor, drags the smaller challenger back to the middle of the ring and cranks back down. Lillehammer: That might be all she wrote! It was Xander’s last gasp! How… un-patriotic of him! Michaels: The champion may be seconds away from a tap out but Xander refuses to quit, he crawls again! Lillehammer: He’s too far away! He won’t make it! Michaels: The kid’s almost there, he reaches… and he’s got the ropes! The champion has no choice but to release the hold, but he is far from happy about it! Styxx backs away from the downed Xander, measuring him for some sort of big strike. Xander’s trek back to his feet is painfully slow but he manages to make it, putting little to no weight on what seems to be an injured hamstring or quad. Michaels: Styxx charges… WHAT A COUNTER! XANDER WITH AN OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY THROW INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!! Lillehammer: How did he pull that off on one leg?!? Michaels: It doesn’t matter now as that was a nasty trip Styxx took then, Xander is very slow to follow up, his leg has to be killing him! Lillehammer: Xander stands up as Styxx is all but discombobulated, I think Xander knows he’s got to end this now or risk further damage! Xander calls for his “Clutch Factor” but as he charges Styxx, his leg gives way. Styxx wastes little time, snatching Xander by the head and spinning him to the mat with… Michaels: TERROR CUTTER OUT OF NOWHERE! Lillehammer: THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE, IF STYXX CAN GET THIS COVER! Michaels: I still don’t think Styxx knows where he is, that was a horrific impact from that throw he took! Ref’s count is up to three now, neither man is moving! The ref’s count reaches “5” as a “LET’S GO XANDER!” chant fills the arena. Styxx sits up, pulls Xander from the ropes and covers just after the ref says “6”. Michaels: 1!! 2!! TH-XANDER GETS A SHOULDER UP! THE KID STILL HAS SOME LIFE! Lillehammer: I cannot believe it… and neither can Styxx! Styxx looks towards the ref incredulous, arguing about the count. After failing to plead his case, Styxx turns back to Xander and grabs him to his feet. Styxx: STAY DOWN! YOU WON’T TAKE MY CHAMPIONSHIP! I WON’T ALLOW IT! Michaels: Styxx has had enough and he’s going for the Ganzo Bomb! Lillehammer: He hits that, it’s over! Michaels: Styxx lifts and Xander wriggles free! He manages to push him into the corner and he’s firing away with all he’s got! What a flurry of strikes! Lillehammer: The champion has no idea what’s happening! Styxx stumbles out after Xander levels him with a jumping elbow smash, with not much jump. He falls to a seated position and Xander flattens him with a corkscrew neck snap. Michaels: Styxx has just been “KrossedOver”! Styxx is trying to get to his feet and Xander pulls himself up with the ropes, he might be running on pure adrenaline… sharp kick to the gut, HOT SAUCE DDT! Xander kips up, barely, after spiking Styxx into the mat. Lillehammer: Where is he getting it from? Who the hell knows? Michaels: He’s got the crowd, the second wind and the momentum, Styxx won’t stay down though, he’s trying to suck it up but he stumbles right into a HackAShaq spinebuster! Xander rolls out to the apron and he pulls himself up to his feet and he’s going up top! Lillehammer: Dumb move! That’s how he hurt himself last time, with high risk! Xander gingerly gets to the top rope as Styxx has mustered up the fight to get to a bent over position, Xander dives and sends him crashing to the mat with a scintillatingly high, despite Xander’s condition, “Above the Rim”! Xander rolls to his stomach, holding his leg momentarily before he pounds the mat defiantly and rises to his feet, showing off his signature taunt as he stalks the reeling champion. Michaels: Xander’s sucking it up! He’s blocking out the pain and he’s got the champion right where he wants him! Lillehammer: If Styxx turns around he won’t lie the view! Michaels: Styxx turns… CLUTCH FACTOR WITH AUTHORITY!! Did you see the hang time there! Lillehammer: THE KID MIGHT DAMNED WELL PULL IT OFF! I AM AT A LOSS FOR WORDS! Michaels: Xander gets to his feet and he’s hovering over Styxx! He removes that basketball sleeve! Coup de grace time?! Xander makes his signature taunt and runs as best he can to the ropes. He hopes over Styxx, putting all his weight on his good leg before bouncing off the ropes, flashing in quick succession the numbers “2-1-5” and dropping an elbow to Styxx’s face before covering! Michaels: LIGHTS PLEASE! XANDER COVERS! 1!! 2!! 3!! WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!![/i] Lillehammer: What an upset! Speaker: DUUUUUDE, XANDER!!!! SWAG! Xander Kross (4.34 APS + 1.0 Vote = 5.34 Total) Styxx (3.92 APS + 0.9 Vote = 4.82 Total)[/i] “Freaks and Geeks” by Childish Gambino plays as Xander snaps up to his knees, wide-eyed in shock. The ref hands him the WSHC and Xander stares into it, mesmerized or in disbelief that he has won. The ref raises his hand but Xander’s gaze doesn’t leave the title. Suddenly he rolls out of the ring, limps over to the ringside crowd and jumps in, celebrating amongst them. Michaels: Xander Kross has taken a giant step towards becoming a big time player here in LPW, gutting it out even after that injury! Lillehammer: That’s what I’m concerned about, it’s nice that he’s champion and all, but when the euphoria wears off he’s going to feel that pain. We don’t know how serious it is. Michaels: Hopefully he doesn’t miss out on Altered Reality 6. He’s on a solid roll and we could use him at the biggest show of the year, but until then, we’ve got a new Western States Heritage Champion and his name is the Blazin’ Bruin, Xander Kross! [INDENT] .com |
| on: June 28, 2012, 06:45:06 AM PyroMania | LPW PﾘROMANIA PRESENTS - BLISTERING INFERNO - RESULTS |
| Latest by Tromboner Man Started by Tromboner Man |
 History. It is an undeniable part of fabric that forges us all. It gives us honor, prestige, heritage and purpose. Footage is show of the inaugural Altered Reality, with Stone throwing Son of Repoman off the top of a ladder into Sashaband. He then reaches up, and takes the International Heavyweight Championship off its hook, to become the first champion. It is the legends of the past which dictate the standard we all must reach. What we accept and expect from those who lead us, and those who serve as their soldiers. PWA Cold Front’s Main Event for the International Heavyweight Championship is a tightly fought contest. A highlight of the finish is shown, with Stone hitting the Stone Drop on Rick Stallion, securing him the victory. With this victory, Stone retains his International Championship, and becomes the first man from Pyromania to represent the brand in the Martinez Cup. The men who carved this history for us hold the expectation that their legacy will be carried on, by the men who create history for the next generation. As one generation hands the reigns of power on to the next, our history, and our future, continues to be re-written. Jaro, the reigning International Heavyweight Champion, stalks his opponent, Robb Larsen at One Way Ticket. With Larsen in real trouble, Jaro hits the Martyr Sauce to put him down for the three count, sending him to the main event of Altered Reality 3. Some believe that this history is a precursor. A cyclical phenomenon, destined to repeat itself, should the situation, time, or need arise. With one Wicked DDT, Drew Michaels is able to silence Wevv Mang, and hold Sheepster at bay, thus retaining his International Heavyweight Championship at Redemption. He becomes only the third man in history to represent Pyromania or Inferno in the Martinez Cup match. Some look at it as a lesson. A clinical display of success, failure, elation and disappointment. They feed of this, and take what they have learned, and turn it into a recipe for their own performance. On top of a ladder, Styxx somehow finds the strength and will to reverse Son of Repoman’s Payment Due into a Ganzo Bomb. With Eddie B unable to stop him, Styxx reaches up, grabs his International Heavyweight Championship, retaining the belt, and booking his spot in the Martinez Cup match at Altered Reality Five. And others believe history is there to be broken. Pyromania 20.3, following their 10 Man Elimination Tag Team Match, cﾘnical stares down with the LPW International Heavyweight Champion Tromboner Man. The two lock eyes, ready to do battle for the title, and consequently, the Martinez Cup spot. However you look at it, history is there to be embraced, and remembered. Tonight, we take the lessons learned from our past, and apply it to our future. A future who’s status is currently unknown. The only certainty is that it will be written in a…[/i] The American Airlines Arena in Dallas, Texas, is a tantalising hub of excitement. Pyrotechnics explode all over the arena, in a brilliant wash of both blue and orange. There is no fan in the arena who can contain themselves, shouting, screaming and yelling at the top of their lungs. The camera captures this excitement, as two very familiar voices start to talk. Drew Michaels: WE ARE HERE!!! WE ARE FINALLY HERE!!! THE DOORSTEP OF ALTERED REALITY 6!!! Robert Lillehammer: The final pit stop before the war with Insanity. Even I have to admit, this is a very special time of the year. If you aren’t looking forward to the show, you’re either an Insanity scum bag, or you have no place being a Pyromania fan. Michaels: I can’t believe I’m saying this, but truer words have never been spoken by you. I’m Drew Michaels, sitting beside me is Robert Lillehammer, and I think it’s fair to say Bobby… Lillehammer: Don’t call me Bobby. Michaels: That tonight’s action will be something to remember. Lillehammer: The matches themselves, most of them I’m fairly sure are academic, but there are a number of match ups that even I have no idea who could possibly walk out the winner. Michaels: Do I even have to ask your opinion on some of them. I’m fairly sure you’re blindly going to pledge allegiance to Ken Ryans, when he goes up against Eddie B and White Falcon with the Captaincy of Pyromania’s Main Event Team on the line. Lillehammer: Andrew, look at you. I’m almost proud of you! You’re learning! Of course Ryans already has this in the bag! Michaels: Uh huh… And I’m pretty sure you’re backing Xander Kross to take the Western States Heritage Championship from Styxx. Lillehammer: Another educated guess. Styxx would be a fine champion, and would deserve to continue his reign, except for the fact he has the fatal flaw of being Australian. Xander on the other hand, a pure Red White and Blue man. It’s academic. Nothing can defeat an American. Michaels: I have a strong feeling you’re going to be proven wrong tonight Robert. Styxx is dangerous, and the champion for a reason. Lillehammer: Traitor. Michaels: Classy. How about something a little less academic then Robert? Seth Omega has been without a contract since he lost his World Heavyweight Championship match against Morpheus. Tonight, he’s got a chance to win a Pyromania one, when he finishes his war of words against the legend Eric Scorpio. Lillehammer: Scorpio has come out of retirement for this match, and he’s goaded Seth Omega and dominated him at all points, even taking a spot on the Pyromania team for Altered Reality Six. If Omega isn’t fired up tonight, then he doesn’t deserve a contract. Michaels: Dick Dynamo[/i] will also look to shut up another big mouth of LPW, when he finally takes on Christian Parkes in a Kiss My Ass match. This is one to look forward to, it’s been brewing for a LONG time, and I know that when push comes to shove, Dynamo’s going to have a point to prove. Lillehammer: Speaking of points to prove, Jeff Watson will have a BIG point to prove. He’s finally accused a man of the mysterious attacks and the disappearance of his wife Ashley. The unfortunate soul that has to deal with the wrath of an angry Pyromania superstar is Insanity low life Azreal. This could possibly be the most one sided match in LPW history, because there’s going to be no way that Azreal can handle what Watson will bring to this. Michaels: And we culminate in our MASSIVE main event match. The LPW International Heavyweight Championship is on the line. The reigning champion is Tromboner Man. He’s held the title since Pyromania 18.1, after he drew with, then defeated Ken Ryans for the title. He’s had a long, storied and strong reign. You can’t deny that. Lillehammer: No, you can’t. But the credentials of his challenger are almost unmatched. cﾘnical is a two time World Heavyweight Champion, and a Martinez Cup winner. He might have won those on Insanity, but he still knows how to win the big time match, as he proved at Redemption, when he won the Redemption Rumble to win this shot. He’s taken over the Pyromania brand, and now, the General Manager will look to add the most coveted prize on Pyromania to his resume. “2nd Sucks” by A Day To Remember hits and out comes Cripsy to a decent reaction to the crowd, doing the title around the waist gesture as he walks down to the ring. P.A. Speaker: CRRIIIISSSSSPPPPYYY, uh, no, I mean….CCRRRIIIIIIIPPPPPPSSSYYYYY. Michaels: BUT FIRST, before any of that, we have the issue of the Pure Championship to sort out.  Lillehammer: It is an issue. Neither man is an American, so how can we be sure that Cripsy or Daniel Purser will be worthy of going up against either Cyborg Lincoln or Steve Storme at Altered Reality 6? Michaels: We can be sure because they wrestle for Pyromania. Lillehammer: You raise a very valid point Andrew. An extremely valid point. Cripsy heads to the top rope and poses for the fans, awaiting his opponent Daniel Purser. The spotlight appears and we wait Twenty seconds for Purser’s arrival. The spotlight goes and a big bang alerts us of Purser’s presence. Speaker: PURSER PURSER PURSER!!!! PURSE HER!!!! WOOO!!![b/] Purser ascends the top rope and poses in a crucifix position and gives his belt to the referee, who raises it high above his head, before handing to the time keeper on the outside. Michaels: The bell rings and here we go in this important opening contest. Lillehammer: The Australians lock up in the center of the ring, showing just how far behind American wrestlers they are with their technique. Yet still being stronger than Insanity’s. Michaels: Not this again, why are you not very happy that our Pure Wrestling Champion is going to be Australian? Lillehammer: That’s not a matter of which I wish to discuss at the minute, what I do want to discuss is the Pure action we are going to be sampling over the next moments. Michaels: Double Leg takedown by Purser and straight into an Ankle Lock, submission type manoeuvre, looking to end this early, question for you Mr. Lillehammer, why do we see no Australis out here? Lillehammer: I don’t know, but I’m certainly glad, can’t say I like those dudes, but that is strange. Michaels: Back to in the ring and Purser hits a Samoan Drop and carries on with the big impact moves by hitting a Roundhouse Kick. Lillehammer: Interesting set of stats here, Purser weighing in at 231 Pounds, Cripsy at 230 Pounds, and then the height, Purser is 6 foot 2, Cripsy is 6 foot 1. Michaels: So neither men giving away much in Height or Weight, but two contrasting styles as we see here. Lillehammer: Yeah, Purser likes his ground and pound, Cripsy likes to fly around the ring as we can see as he delivers a Springboard Dropkick which makes Purser roll out of the ring. Michaels: Remember, Purser can and will lose his title on the outside if the referee reaches the count of 10 and Cripsy in the ring. Cripsy places Purser on the apron and sets himself up for a Guillotine Leg drop which he connects with. He rolls Purser in the ring for a count of 2. Cripsy runs the ropes but gets hit with a Lariat by Purser. Michaels: Purser back in control, as he snaps on a Single Leg Boston Crab. Lillehammer: Cripsy out and sends Purser up and down with a Backdrop, and quickly brings him back up and hits a Swinging Neckbreaker! Michaels: Might get him here. Lillehammer: One…Two..Thr-, NO, Kick out at 2! Michaels: Purser not going to give up that easy. Lillehammer: I don’t think Cripsy is, runs the ropes but BAM! Michaels: Spear by Purser, and again Purser’s in control with just one move. Lillehammer: That’s all it takes, as again Purser goes to work on Cripsy’s legs, this time hooking in a Boston Crab. Michaels: Good strategy, weaken Cripsy’s legs and you can effectively take out The Fallout, one of Cripsy’s main weapons in his Arsenal. Lillehammer: Purser manages to hit a Flapjack but Cripsy won’t give up. Purser manages to hit an Enzuigiri to the back of the head and hits a T-Bone Suplex straight after. Michaels: Purser sits Cripsy up, and delivers a big boot right to the face, cover could get him here, No, Kick out at 2. Lillehammer: Frustration could be possibly be beginning to come into play for Purser. Michaels: He’s got to think of something if he wants to retain his title. Lillehammer: Purser placing Cripsy the other side of the ropes what can he be thinking here? Michaels: Oh MAN! Face Replacement. That may well be it! Lillehammer: The Pin...The Pin...NO! Kick out at 2! Michaels: Purser complains to the referee about a slow count, but that was definitely a 2 count. Lillehammer: And now Purser, going back to the legs, going to back to what he knows works. Michaels: Cripsy has got to get to the ropes or something because this might be over. Lillehammer: He does on this occasion. Michaels: But again, Purser just picks him up and puts him back down with a Bicycle Kick, and gets a 2 count. Lillehammer: And now Purser is thinking going to the air. Michaels: Purser rarely goes to the top rope. Lillehammer: And Cripsy’s going to join him. Michaels: God, this is real dangerous. Lillehammer: Both men fighting high above the ring. Michaels: Cripsy hooks a Neckbreaker! Lillehammer: OH MY GOD! Michaels: Swinging Neckbreaker of the Top Rope, both men are hurt here. Lillehammer: Cripsy’s got to go for a pin if he can. Michaels: I’m not sure he can, he crawls over. Lillehammer: New Champion! NO! Purser is out at 2 and the match continues! Michaels: Remember, this is not just for The Pure Championship; it’s a chance to appear at Altered Reality 6! Lillehammer: Very true, both men fighting to get up. Michaels: Cripsy is up! Lillehammer: As is Purser! Michaels: Cripsy is running the ropes! Lillehammer: But Purser changes the complextion of this match once again by hitting The True Face of Evil. Michaels: And this one is going to come to come to an abrupt end. Lillehammer: Purser, setting it up, Famous Last Words, NO, a counter. Michaels: Here it is, CABIN PRESSURE! Lillehammer: The Pin, he’s got him! Michaels: ONE…..TWO…..THR-HOW DID PURSER KICK OUT? Lillehammer: I have no idea. Michaels: I don’t think Cripsy does either. Lillehammer: What’s Cripsy thinking now. Michaels: I don’t know but he better make his mind up. Lillehammer: Cripsy gingerly making his way to the top rope, his leg damage from earlier is catching up to him. Michaels: He’s up there. Lillehammer: He’s going for The Fallout! But No, the knees were up! Michaels: Purser got the knees up, and Cripsy is out on all fours! Lillehammer: Purser gets him up, and NAILS HIM WITH THE FAMOUS LAST WORDS!!! Michaels: That’s it! Lillehammer: One….Two…THREE!!!!! This one’s over!!! Speaker: It’s over? But… Daniel Purser, I need more time… Can’t you start again or something? Daniel Purser (3.38 APS + 1.3 Vote = 4.68 Total) Cripsy (3.38 APS + 0.6 Vote = 3.98 Total) [/i] The referee walks in and hands Purser his LPW Pure Championship. Cripsy continues to lie on the mat staring at the ceiling, contemplating what he could have done to walk out the victor. Purser on the other hand climbs the turnbuckle and poses with his championship for the crowd. Michaels: Daniel Purser, take a bow, you’re up against either Cyborg Lincoln or Steve Storme at Altered Reality Six! Lillehammer: I thought both men put on a sub-par performance. Michaels: Of course you did… Lillehammer: Don’t gloss over it because of who they represent Andrew. You know as well as I do that if Purser wants to represent Pyromania to the fullest extent at Altered Reality, he’ll need to step his game up to a new level! [INDENT] .com |
| on: June 13, 2012, 11:01:06 PM Insanity | Re: LPW INSANITY PRESENTS: RAGNAROK!!! LIVE FROM OSLO, NORWAY - TRASH TALKING |
| Latest by sixxisking Started by Morpheus Classic |
| OOC: Yessir, I noticed and gave a huge sigh of relief. Thank you, it is very much appreciated. TBM informed me of the existence of this place a little earlier today. I apologize, however, for not smartening myself up to this place in time to vote. |
| on: June 13, 2012, 10:39:38 PM Insanity | Re: LPW INSANITY PRESENTS: RAGNAROK!!! LIVE FROM OSLO, NORWAY - TRASH TALKING |
| Latest by Morpheus Classic Started by Morpheus Classic |
| OOC: Glad to see you made it here, bro. I copied your promo over, as I am sure you saw, just to make sure it got counted. |
| on: June 13, 2012, 10:14:59 PM Insanity | Re: LPW INSANITY PRESENTS: RAGNAROK!!! LIVE FROM OSLO, NORWAY - TRASH TALKING |
| Latest by sixxisking Started by Morpheus Classic |
Some turbulence on the plane and no one decides to show up at the arena cause of it? Pussies.Sixx: Seriously? You calling anyone a pussy is severely disturbing on more levels than I care to explore... |
| on: June 13, 2012, 08:13:10 PM General Information | Re: LPW OOC Thread |
| Latest by the icon Started by DeAndes |
Actually Az, I wasn't screaming at you. I was going to send a dude to your house to rape your asshole!  I think that's more of a threat than anything else. But yeah, I can wait.
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| on: June 13, 2012, 04:37:41 PM Insanity | Re: LPW INSANITY PRESENTS: RAGNAROK!!! LIVE FROM OSLO, NORWAY - TRASH TALKING |
| Latest by Se7en Started by Morpheus Classic |
A horde of people and by a horde I mean enough for a pretty bad ass flash mob if he had the time to teach them to dance kind of quantity of people. Easy E is an overrated hack. |
| on: June 13, 2012, 04:09:05 PM e-Wrestler Promo Archive | Re: The Inexplicable Eric Scorpio PWA/LPW Historical Promos |
| Latest by Eric Scorpio Started by Eric Scorpio |
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Insanity presents LPW Epic; Eric Scorpio vs. Ash Strife - Unsanctioned Match ____________________________________________________ [COLOR="Blue"][SIZE="5"][FONT="chiller"]It's so dark... I can barely move... I can hardly breath... My head aches... I must hold on... I must resist... Calm down, just calm down... Don't get mad, just think this through... This damn headache... I need to slow my breathing... I must make the air last... My head hurts... I must... I mu...[/FONT][/SIZE][/B][/COLOR] [COLOR="Teal"]With one final knock against the top of the coffin, his arm goes down, his eyes begin to shut and he sinks into the bottom of the coffin as he fades into unconsciousness. Only the faint erratic breaths remain as the precious air begins to run out, leaving Eric Scorpio lying down, immobile and out cold, resembling a freshly displayed corpse. [/COLOR] [COLOR="SeaGreen"] ************************************[/COLOR] [COLOR="SandyBrown"]Sitting at the concrete front steps is a young boy with tears rolling down his cheek. His eyes are red, and the sounds of crying coming from his mouth. A small broken lunch pail lies on the ground with the name Ash written on it in black magic marker. The little boys gets back up and tries to open the front door again, but it remains locked. As the little Ash sits back down, an older boy with a brush cut walks towards the teary boy. The little boy looks up and wipes away the tears as fast as he can.[/COLOR] [COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: Leave me alone Eric. [COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Yeah... I see we are crying again. [COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: Leave me ALONE!!! [COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Big baby, get out of the way so I can unlock the door. Besides, where's your bike? [COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: I don't know. [COLOR="SandyBrown"]Eric only fainting interest, unlocks the door and opens the door. As he peeks in and see his drunk father passed out on the floor, he simply shakes his head and shuts the door back up preventing his younger brother to walk in.[/COLOR] [COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: Get out of my way. I want to go to my room. [COLOR="SandyBrown"]Eric turns his look towards his younger brother and takes a deep breath. [/COLOR] [COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: You know, if Dad sees that you lost your bike again, he's going to take it out on you and Mom again. [COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: I didn't lose it. [COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Well... I don't see it. [COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: … [COLOR="SandyBrown"]His brother remains silent. Eric scans his brother's face and sees a large dark bruise on the side of Ash's face. As Eric goes to reach Ash's head, Ash turns away in shame.[/COLOR] [COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Who did this to you? [COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: Why do you care? You've never cared before. [COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Let me guess, they have your bike as well? [COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: … [COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: You're fuckin useless. [COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: Hey, Mom said no swearing!!! [COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Grow up will you. Mom's not home from work yet, and your not going in that house without your bike. Let's go get your bike. [COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: No, I don't want to. [COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Listen, if you don't get your bike, Dad's going to beat you. [COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: And if I go get my bike, they're going to beat me. [COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Did you even try? [COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: Try what? [COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: You didn't just hand them the bike did you? [COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: Yeah, they said they were going to beat me... [COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: And? [COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: …they beat me. [COLOR="SandyBrown"]Eric shakes his head. He grabs his younger brothers arm and begins to drag him away. [/COLOR] [COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: We're going to get your bike back and make sure they never do this to you again. [COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: Okay! [COLOR="SandyBrown"]No longer crying, Ash exciting leads his older brother towards the house of the bullies. Hearing some laughter, the Strife Brothers walk towards the back of the house and see three kids slightly older than Ash simply destroying Ash's precious bike. Ash's excitement sours as Eric begins to talk to him.[/COLOR] [COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Humm, seems Dad's really gonna let you have it now. [COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: I hate those guys so much. [COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Then do something about it. Teach them a lesson. [COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: Bu... but I thought you were going to help me? [COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: I am, by making sure you don't do a half ass job. You are going to go there and get your broken bike back. [COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: But they're going to hurt me, there's too many of them. [COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: GO!!! [COLOR="SandyBrown"]Eric shoves his younger brother into the bullies back yard. Before Ash can turn around, the three bullies spot him and begin shoving him around. Ash looks back towards Eric, but his older brother remains out of the sight of the three brothers. Ash takes a swing, but trips over his own feet and falls to the ground. The other three quickly jump him and begin beating and trying to make him eat grass and dirt. Away from the fight, Eric gets more and more furious as he watches his brother get beat, however unknown is what his anger stems from; the fact three kids are beating up his little brother, or that his brother was too weak to take them on. [/COLOR] [COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Hummrr, fuck this. [COLOR="SandyBrown"]A sadistic look washes over Eric's face as he grabs hold of a steel shovel leaning on a fence. As the three bullies continue their assault, Eric walks up from behind them and strikes one of the kids in the small of the back sending him hard on the ground crying in pain. The other two kids turn around only for one to be on the receiving end of shovel to the face and the other with a swift kick to the nuts. All three are on the ground in tears. Eric looks at his balling brother and yanks him back up to his feet. [/COLOR] [COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Which one? WHICH ONE STOLE YOUR BIKE? [COLOR="SandyBrown"]Ash quickly points at one kid. Eric grabs the other two kids and tosses them out of the backyard as they rush home crying. As the last bully tries to run into his house, Eric trips him up with the shovel sending him crashing to the ground knocking out one of his teeth. Eric walks over to the kid and plants his foot on his back immobilizing him. [/COLOR] [COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Time to earn your respect. Here he is, go and get it. [COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: I don't want to. [COLOR="SandyBrown"]Eric glares back at his younger brother, causing Ash to take a step back. [/COLOR] [COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Look at your bike, its garbage now, and when Dad sees this, you know what's going to happen. So no matter what you do, Dad's going to beat you because of the actions of this punk kid. [COLOR="SandyBrown"]Ash hesitantly stands back glances over his bike and the bully. Eric remains fixed on on his young brother.[/COLOR] [COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: What do I do? [COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Do what Dad does to you. Might as well put some of that teaching to good use. [COLOR="SandyBrown"]Ash thinks it over and lays a quick kick to the bully's abdomen, then steps back. Eric rolls his eyes at his brother. Ash again kick the bully, pauses and then punches the bully behind the head. Ash stares at his hands, closes up his fist again and begins wailing on the bully. The bully tries to get away, but Ash tackles him back to the ground and continues his assault. Meanwhile, Eric simply stands back with a large grin on his face. After a minute, Eric hears a vehicle pull up into the kids driveway.[/COLOR] [COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Okay enough. Ash... ENOUGH let's go. [COLOR="SandyBrown"]Ash continues to swing away ignoring his brothers words as the bully simply stops moving with each punch thrown by the young brother. Eric shouts at his brother again, but Ash continues to ignore him. Eric fed up as hears the doors of the vehicle slams shut, he lunges forward, grabs his younger brother from behind and pulls him off the bully. Ash continues to swing in mid air, leaving the bully a bloody mess on the ground. Both Strife brothers run away before they can be spotted by the bully's parents. As both brothers walk home, Ash stares at his bloody and bruised hands. [/COLOR] [COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: Why did you stop me? [COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Listen, I'm glad you got that out of you, but there is a time when you have to realize when to fight and when to walk away. I helped you out there bro, but I'm not always going to be there, so if you can't stand up for yourself, your going to be eating dirty again. How did that grass taste? [COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: Not funny, it was gross. [COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Then don't be the one on the ground again. [COLOR="SandyBrown"]As they get home, Ash begins opens the door, Eric simply stands back. [/COLOR] [COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: You're not coming in? [COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: No... see brother. You may feel good now, but Dad's surely gotten a call by now, and well, think of this as punishment for not finishing this mess with the bully ages ago. I'm actually glad you did something about it, but hopefully this will be a reminder. Sorry Ash. You're on your own. Don't fight back, just let it happen, it'll be easier on you. [COLOR="Red"]Ash[/COLOR]: ...kay... Thanks. [COLOR="SandyBrown"]Eric nods to his brother as Ash walks into the house. Standing outside Eric hears his Dad yelling at his younger brother and begins to clench his fist as a loud noticeable scuffle can be heard from inside. Eric takes a deep breath and walks away.[/COLOR] [COLOR="Teal"]Eric[/COLOR]: Don't worry little brother... I'll take care of you from now on. [COLOR="SeaGreen"] ************************************[/COLOR] [COLOR="Teal"]In the shadows, the figures dressed in black wait, as the watch one man standing in front of a freshly buried grave site. The large monstrous figure spikes the shovel in the fresh soil mount and spits on the grave before walking away, without looking back. The figures wait in silence, as the taillights of the vehicles disappears from sight. [/COLOR] [COLOR="SeaGreen"]  [/COLOR]: Okay, he's gone. [COLOR="Teal"]The 3 figures walk out of the darkness and walk towards the freshly dug grave site. The skinner figure, with a large duffel bag in hand, unzips the bag and hands one of the other two burlier men a shovel and points to the grave.[/COLOR] [COLOR="Magenta"]Skinny Figure[/COLOR]: Quick, he won't have much air in there to begin with and he desperately needs medical attention. Now hurry!! [COLOR="brown"]Disciple[/COLOR]: Yes Mistress. [COLOR="Teal"]Both burly figures begin digging up the grave as quickly as possible as the Mistress stands back and watches her disciples at work. After a a lengthy amount of time, and the Mistress furiously tapping her foot, one of the figures strikes the metallic top of the coffin. Both men redouble their efforts to dig up and expose the coffins lid as the Mistress pulls out from the duffel bag a crowbar.[/COLOR] [COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Okay let's hurry, we've taken way too long here. [COLOR="Teal"][COLOR="Teal"]The Mistress hands one of the men the crowbar and he cracks the coffin's seal. He flips the coffin lid open and lying in it is the body of Eric Scorpio. All three stand in silent as Scorpio remains motionless, questioning in their minds if they simply took too much time to get to him. One of the men checks on Scorpio. [/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR="SeaGreen"]Disciple 1[/COLOR]: Mistress, he's not breathing. [COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Check for a pulse. [COLOR="Teal"]One of the disciples quickly checks for a pulse on Scorpio's neck and nods in approval to the Mistress. The Mistress quickly pulls out a small oxygen tank from the duffel bag and begin performing CPR on Scorpio. After a minute, small faints of life emanates from Scorpio as he begins to breath on his own. The two men carefully pull Scorpio out of his own coffin and rest him on the ground a few feet away on a large blanket. The Mistress kneels down beside Scorpio and rests his head on her lap. To her delight, one of Scorpio's eyes slightly opens as he breaths erratically.[/COLOR] [COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: We almost lost you. Try not to move. You're safe. [COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: [COLOR="Wheat"](barely audible)[/COLOR] Where's my brother? [COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Don't worry, he's long gone. Take it easy, this isn't the time for you to worry about him. You, need to recover. [COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Don't tell me what I need. Listen, I need you to do something for me. [COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio whispers the instruction before closing back his eyes and resting. The Mistress nods and waves the two disciples towards her. [/COLOR] [COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Alright boys a couple more things before we go. Bring the truck over here, and then it's time to dig up the other two coffins. [COLOR="brown"]Disciple 2[/COLOR]: Seriously? [COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Yes, and please refer to me as Mistress next time. [COLOR="Brown"]Disciple 2[/COLOR]: Yes Mistress. [COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: So... GO!!! [COLOR="Teal"]Both disciples take off and begins digging up the Strife Brothers' parents. The Mistress turns her attention back to Scorpio and begins wiping the dirt from his face. [/COLOR] [COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: We really should take you to a hospital. [COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Yes... just let's do this thing first. After that, bring me, I don't feel right at all. [COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: We should take you now, this other stuff can wait. [COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Don't argue with me. Just please do as I ask. If he thinks losing me is nothing, my dear brother is going to lose his parents as well. Only us two will know where their remains will be. I'm going to slowly pull the threads of his past away from him. [COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Very well. [COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio again closes his eyes. The Mistress carefully places Scorpio's head back on the blanket and goes to keep and eye on the disciples, urging them to hurry for Scorpio's sake. Scorpio simply remains lying down as he calmly remains still.[/COLOR] [COLOR="SandyBrown"]Within moments, a large metallic bang can be heard. Scorpio reopens his eyes, only to see one of the disciples fall down to his knees. As he searches around, a monstrous figure reaches the other disciple. As he slowly begins to shout out, his body goes limp as he is tossed like a sack of potato in Scorpio's former grave. Sweat begins to gather on Scorpio's forehead as he is unable to move to help. Suddenly the Mistress runs towards Scorpio. Mistress: Stay away from him. Just stay away. The Mistress drapes her body over Scorpio's to protect him from the monstrous beast. As the Mistress looks at Scorpio in the face, her eyes suddenly widen as a small stream of blood begins to pour out from her mouth. Just as she tries to speak, she's is pulled off and tossed aside. Unable to move, Scorpio simply stares up, as the monstrous figure comes into full view and drives his foot right into Scorpio's abdomen. CAK: Hello, Brother. Aren't you supposed to be dead right now? Unable to speak, Scorpio begins to sweat more and more as his brother grabs hold of a steel shovel. CAK examines the shovel and a large evil smile wipes over his face. CAK: It's my fault. I expected you to do the brotherly thing when I buried you by dying. Yet, here you are, surviving like a cockroach. I guess, I can't really depend on you to do the right thing, so I'll just squash you right here and now. CAK brings the shovel above his head, smiles and drives to the shovel towards Scorpio's face. As the shovel inches closer and closer to Scorpio's face, his eyes begin to widen more and more as fear begins to grip the ailing man...[/COLOR] [COLOR="Teal"]A small shakes wakes Scorpio up, and again he looks around confused for a few moments before settling back down as the Mistress tries to comfort him. Scorpio sees the tail lights of the pick up truck and watches as the two disciples load up both old and dirty coffins in the box of the pickup truck. Scorpio turns his attention back to the Mistress.[/COLOR] [COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Anyone else know about this? [COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: No why? [COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: I want to keep my recovery a secret. I don't want anyone to know I'm alive, especially my dear old brother. Let him believe he succeeded. Let him believe. [COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: As you wish. [COLOR="Teal"]Both disciples approach their Mistress and Scorpio.[/COLOR] [COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: One more thing, did my brother leave anything behind? [COLOR="SeaGreen"]Disciple 1[/COLOR]: Yes, a steel shovel was still planted on your own grave mount. [COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Grab it and toss it in the back of the pick up. [COLOR="Brown"]Disciple 2[/COLOR]: Mistress? [COLOR="Teal"]The Mistress stands up and gives them a stern look.[/COLOR] [COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: DO IT! [COLOR="Teal"]The disciples quickly search for the steel shovel, as the Mistress turns her attention back to the ailing Scorpio.[/COLOR] [COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Anything else? You need medical attention like now. [COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Yeah... one last thing. [COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Oh? [COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: Those two. [COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Really? It's taken me awhile to find to mildly adept people... [COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio simply unemotionally stares at the Mistress. After a moment, she drops her head.[/COLOR] [COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Fine. Boys! One last thing, can you search the two grave sites. Scorpio has informed me of two lock boxes that were buried directly below his parents coffins. [COLOR="Teal"]The two disciple give their Mistress a puzzled look. [/COLOR] [COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Don't worry, they should only an inch or two below where the coffin was. You'll find it in seconds. [COLOR="Brown"]Disciple 2[/COLOR]: Very well Mistress. [COLOR="Teal"]Both men jump in each respective open graves. After a few seconds of digging, a loud bang can be heard, followed by a second one. The Mistress stares at the disciples as they collapse in the open graves. The Mistress takes another look, and sees no movement from either men, as blood pools from their respective bodies. The Mistress holsters the gun in her hands back inside her cloak and walks towards Scorpio.[/COLOR] [COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: You could have waited till they brought me inside the truck. [COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Whatever. Let's get out here. [COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio nods as the Mistress pulls Scorpio up to his feet and wraps his arm around his. Though she struggles, both manage to slowly walk towards the truck and sitting Scorpio in the passenger seat of the truck. The Mistress takes one last look at her now deceased disciples and begins to cover them up with a few feet of dirt as sun sets into the darkness of the night. [/COLOR] [COLOR="SeaGreen"] ************************************[/COLOR] [COLOR="lightblue"]So brother, how have you truly been? [/B][/I]Now that the curtain has been lifted, and we no longer have to wonder who this mysterious hobo really is, I feel a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Now, it is me, it is you... and nothing else really matters. I could stand here and ask you what has been going through your mind all these months, and why you did what you did to me. But no answer need be said between brothers such as us. We are ruthless, we are deviant and we are cynical by nature. Burying someone is simply second nature to us. It has been for since we were kids. So if I were to ask you why you did what you did to me, you know I would not be who I claimed. However, I thought you when you were little, when you set out to do something, make sure you finish what you start. If you don't, then you are left with unresolved issues that will bite you right in the ass. And yes Brother, you failed to do the job properly. I thought you better than that. However, being the big brother that I am, I always cleaned up your mess like a good brother and never truly showed you the consequences of your actions. I may have never let you fail. And I think I made a mistake in that. So with that, I have one more lesson to teach you, the consequences of not completing your actions. So for starters, I will take away from you. You were so kind to bury me next to our parents. A location only family would ever know. But you didn't count on so many things. And I'm sure I thought you this before as well... ALWAYS HAVE AN EXIT STRATEGY!!! Do you think I was foolish enough to not know how you think brother? I always had an exit strategy if for some reason you decided you no longer needed my tutelage and became your enemy. I'll admit, you almost had me. Almost. Not only did you cost me the International Heavyweight Title that night, but you took it upon yourself to eliminate me completely from being a threat to you ever again. I should feel honored about that. That I possessed such a threat to you, that you were left with this course of action. So I suppose, some kind of thank you is in order for that. And I also see you've made a name for yourself. Winning the Transatlantic championship. Good job. You also were swayed under the tutorship of X as well. Impressive. What is next for you little brother? What do you aspire to be? What is your goal? What does the big bad Ash want? You know, it doesn't matter. The first mistake you ever done was to turn your back on me and fail me as a brother at Altered Reality 4 and disgusted me with your actions at Homecoming. You're all over the place. One moment you're seeking the words of God, and next you're brutally beating everyone and scared of little bugs. You've become the joke our parents were. So this is how things are going to roll forward brother. For starters, I've dug up ol' Mom and Pop here, and I will put them in a place you will never know where they are. Now their location will be known only by two people. Me and the lovely Mistress over here. So as you tried to bury me with our history, I will now take that history and strip it from you, stripping you of your birthright. I'm also going to show you the repercussions of not finishing what you started, which will be my last lesson to you. However... there is one more thing. Your actions have been brewing for well over a year now. So even you with that tiny brain of yours can understand what that means. It's one thing to be betrayed by any one of these ingrates in this fed, as they mean absolutely nothing to me. But from my own brother, my own blood. Nothing is more personal. Nothing else reaches so far into my own essence than what you have done to me. You cost me the World Heavyweight Title, you cost me the Unified Tag Team Titles, twice! You cost me the International Heavyweight Title and then... you tried to rob me of my very own life. You ungrateful bastard, I have done NOTHING to you, but raise you into the very man you are. And you have hampered me at every turn. At every opportunity. If it wasn't for you, I would be a legend in this place already. You forced me to take a backseat and watch as undeserving people, and jokes make head ways into this place and allowed to roam free. They may all fear you, my dear brother, but I do not. You have never frighten me, you have never seen me cower from you. You may be the most dangerous man this place has, but its all puppy love for all I'm concern coming from you. At Epic... it isn't about the 1,2,3. It isn't about you giving up. It's all about how severe one man's retribution is going to be towards a shell of a former man. Towards his own blood. Simply, because I love you, dear Brother. You may have robbed me from being a Legend, now thanks to you, watch me become Havoc... [/COLOR] [COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio breaks into a maniacal laugh as the live camera feed cuts to black.[/COLOR] [COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: So that was interesting. [COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: To say the least. [COLOR="Magenta"]Mistress[/COLOR]: Think he'll be pissed about our relocation of the grave sites? [COLOR="Teal"]Scorpio[/COLOR]: No idea really. If anything... I've been keeping a bigger secret from him longer than he's been alive. [COLOR="Teal"]The Mistress simply gives out a cute chuckle, as both leave the room. [/COLOR] |
| on: June 13, 2012, 11:43:00 AM General Information | Re: LPW OOC Thread |
| Latest by Azreal Started by DeAndes |
Funny Az...I gave you feed back and haven't gotten any in return or a hooker or a BJ! So you best pay up at some point homie, or I'm going to send a male hooker to your house to rape your asshole. You see, I wait until after voting closes to give feedback, so I've got a few days before you can start yelling at me xD |