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| Spade Razo/H20 Vs. Quint/Tygon; PCW Body Harvest | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 16 2006, 05:05 PM (339 Views) | |
| ~H20~ | May 16 2006, 05:05 PM Post #1 |
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PCW Monday night mayhem returns from a commercial break. The crowed still in awe from the previous nights events. We see the unmasked H20 making his way through the back. With a sad sparkle in his eye he makes his way past the backstage crew through the curtain. Through the fire and the flames by Dragonforce bellows through the PA system.H20 walks through the curtain, void of his beloved mask handed down to him by his mentor. The sad sparkle in his eyes grows larger as the crowed receive him with a huge ovation. Mike Huntsicker: This crowed has nothing but the utmost respect for H20 who battled, in my mind the most evil man in professional wrestling today Hatework. He put his body on the line and was a millimetre away from winning back what was rightfully his. But that S.O.B ripped H20’s mask of his face. Hatework disrespected years and years of tradition, He disrespected this sport and the stars who paved the way for assholes like him. H20 lingers on the stage for a few more seconds and makes his way to the ring. H20 solemnly trudges over to “The Princess” Brandi Frye to collect a microphone. H20 takes the mike and ascends up the ring steps and climbs into the ring. H20 stands in the centre of the ring, soaking up the crowd’s electricity. H20 brings the microphone slowly up to his mouth but the crowd grow louder, so he has to stop yet again. H20: What happened to me last night destroyed me inside on two levels. One: I lost my identity, I lost my mask. My Identity, Not only a tradition handed down from decades and decades AND DECADES of wrestling tradition…It was also from my mentor, the person who taught me how to ply my craft. He’s disrespected him, he’s disrespected me and he’s disrespected you the fans. The second level being, that son of a bitch Hatework defeating me cheaply once again, possibly my last World Heavyweight title shot for a long damn time. I have closed a chapter in my career. Who knows what the future holds for H20…. Jerry Byerline: Ha ha ha ha ha…I think we have the depressed former world champion in here….Maybe we should get Hatework’s shrink in here to analyse this Scmuck… Mike Huntsicker: How dare you jerry, How dare you…This man has literally lost his Soul that mask meant the world to him…and The PCW world heavyweight belt was his life….his whole world has been turned upside down H20: I am only 27 years old; I have achieved things people haven’t in a 30 year career. My wave of glory has surely clashed against the bedrock….. An angry expression slowly appears on H20s face. He drops the mike on the mat and the thud rings through all the house speakers. The camera picks up the fans some holding signs saying “ H20 the champ forever”….. and some saying “Hatework sucks”. The shot fades out into a video package highlighting the whole Lesson In Loyalty event… |
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| ~Quint Mcain~ | May 18 2006, 01:13 PM Post #2 |
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Ride on shooting star by the pillows plays over the PA system as The Quintastic One once again makes his way on stage. He has a purple and black microphone in his hand, and is wearing all his normal ring attire, except for the fact that his hair is not in dreadlocks tonight, instead, they are straight and flowing across his ears and neck. Mike: Well it looks like Quint has something to say to us as well after his loss at Lesson In Loyalty! Jerry: It was an upsetting night for the faces of this business, but Quint seems to be the only one with a smile on his face. Lets see what he has to say! The Quintastic One: You know, alot of the faces here tonight in the back have the blues after last night. I mean, H20's identity was stolen from him last night, by granted the most dominant champ we have ever had. Mike: Is he sucking up to Hatework? Nah it cant be. The Quintastic One: Matt Hughes defeated 3 other new talents in an impressive contest, which can only inflate his ego to new heights. And Martyn Marcus has been fired for good. Jerry: Yes it was a glorious night last night! The Quintastic One: But you see, i wasnt upset because of the fact that i lost. Not at all. I'm upset because i failed to do what i wanted to do. This was my golden chance, my one true chance to put on a show that the fans will never forget. But alas, last nights North American Title match was very forgettable. I am also upset with the performance that Tygon and Twister of the Quint Clique put on last night. They did next to nothing to put on a show. If you 2 want to get anywhere in this business, than you need to step it up a notch because otherwise, the Quint Clique might as well drop down and die right now. Mike: Strong words from The Quintastic One, he is obviously upset about last night. Not with the results, but with the performances themselves! The Quintastic One: And as for Mikey Craze, he is letting this get way too over his head. He is doing exactly, EXACTLY what Jack Stantz wants him to do. He is letting his anger get the best of him. He tells me to shut the hell up because it is none of my business. Dont get me wrong i love my Quint Clique buddies to death, but these have got to be the most whiny, lazy, poor sportsmanships of faces i have ever seen in this business! Jerry: Whoa oh oh! Taking a shot at the entire face locker room! The Quintastic One: I know why your booing me, you dont want to hear that about your heroes. But thats okay, because i am speaking the truth. look around you. Every last one of your heroes have given up hope. H20 loses and gets all manic depressive. Mikey loses and he turns on everyone. Michael Lucifer wins and now he thinks hes the biggest thing since sliced bread. Frankly, i'm not upset with my loss, i'm upset with the sportsmanlike conduct of the entire locker room. Does this mean i'm turning heel? absolutely not. The only reason i would turn heel is if you the fans, turned your backs on me. And i know my true fans agree with me 100%. Mike: This is shocking behavior from the Quintastic One. Jerry: yeah but hes speaking the truth! The Quintastic One: But now that i have that off my chest. I have a new problem. As you may know, we have a new guy on the block named The Midnite Rider. Well let me elaborate so your not all confused. I signed on with Feral Xtreme Wrestling a few weeks ago, and frankly, i wasnt impressed. I got a FX title shot within 2 weeks of being there. The FX title is the equivalent of our Extreme Title. And my opponent? none other than Midnite Rider. He tried to intimidate me by saying he made the texas bullrope match famous. So i retaliated by sharing my own knowledge of stips we could do. Such as La Jaula Electrifica match. which for you not so fluent in espanol, thats an electric steal cage! Strictly done in mexico of course. I also told him about an option we could have doing a texas tornado of death match. Where the ring would be litered with broken glass, barbed wire, light tubes, and the ropes would be doused in glue and shards of metal and glass. Mike: I think im gonna be sick! The Quintastic One: But thats not all, i also suggested we do a stip where the objective was to make your opponent bleed an entire gallon of blood into a large bucket. This especially morbid stip made famous by Demonic Combat Wrestling. But before we could practice these grueling gimmick matches of certain death, FXW went on Hiatus. So i invited Midnite Rider to come to my house, to PC fucking W! And so he did, and we are hoping to continue this fued here in Psychotic Championship Wrestling! So whaddya say Stantz? Waylon? Which one of these stips sound good to you? We could do it at Body Harvest, at Friday Night Fights, or even, here Tonight! Jerry: This guy is flippin morbid! Who knew Quint had it in him to be so Hardcore! to be continued. |
![]() ![]() Second sigs credit goes to my Bro Possum Person <select name="Quint Mcain" style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt; background-color: black; font-weight: bold; color: purple"> <option>Quint Mcain</option> <option>Stats:</option> <option>Height: 5’11"</option> <option>Weight: 164lbs</option> <option>Finisher: Canned Quint in a bottle X2, Perfecto</option> <option>Stable: Former Quint Clique</option> <option>Matches:</option> <option>Win: a bunch</option> <option>Lose: a bunch</option> | |
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| ~H20~ | May 19 2006, 05:55 PM Post #3 |
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The camera cuts to the backstage area. We see backstage workers going about their business, doing their jobs as usual…When the insane newcomer Spade Razo, pacing around dripping with sweat. Pacing back and forth, back and forth. Moving quickly Spade Razo mumbles quietly… Spade Razo: God….Oh god what am I going to say to him, “Yo H20…what’s up…” god damn it too informal…What am I going to say to this guy…WHAT AM I GOING TO SAY Spade Razo stops pacing dead in one spot. Begins to trudge slowly down the corridor. Passing PCW stars dressing rooms on the way being mesmerised like a child on Christmas morning, he stopd dead in his tracks to compose himself and mumbles under his breath... Spade Razo: Oh dear god…Im actually a part of PCW, I can’t believe it… Spade Razo finally comes to H20’s locker room. He stops as the camera zooms onto H20’s door sign. The word “H20” entwined in blue and silver dragons, surrounded by a silver border. The camera switches to Spade Razo’s face where we see his hand reach up and wipe the sweat from his brow. He takes a huge deep breath and knocks the door. Spade waits for about 10 seconds, which in his own mind feels like a lifetime. Spade then knocks a second time, to no avail. Spade firmly knocks a third time. Then suddenly H20 bursts the door open... H20: What do you want!?!?!?!?! (Spade Razo speaking at high speed) Spade Razo: (delayed reply) Well…umm, I’m a big fan of yours H20. Ever since I saw you first in Japan it inspired me to take risks like you, like one of your King of the deathmatch appearances…they were insane. H20: Well im flattered and all but i… Spade Razo shoots in, speaking very fast again Spade Razo: One not long ago, me and a few friends were wrestling in the back yard. I lay my friend on a ply wood table, climbed up on his car garage which was about 20 feet… then I pulled a fire bird splash onto him.. It broke his ribs but I wanted more… H20’s eyes sparkle in delight when he hears of Spade’s insane emulation of the firebird splash. H20 stands there silently thinking for a few seconds. Then makes his reply H20: Oh wow kid. That sounds like something I did in Japan (H20’s eyes grow wider) grab on a chair. I see some potential in you, young Spade |
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| ~Spade Razo~ | May 21 2006, 11:11 AM Post #4 |
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Spade Razo: Whoa man, I’m in your locker room. This is like all my dreams coming true at once. Your like my idol dude! H2O takes a look at Spade and in a way sees himself in the way he once idolized Hayabusa long ago. He takes a deep breath before saying his next words. H2O: How would you like more of your dreams to come true? A chance for all you ever hoped for, to happen. Spade raises his eyebrow with a strange look at H2O. Spade Razo: I said I idolized you, but dude I don’t swing that way. The crowd begins to laugh as H2O’s face is overcome with a grin, and a laugh. H2O: No Spade, not like that. I to don’t “swing” as you said, that way. What I am suggesting…is a partnership. You and me, me and you. We work together, and strive for the most coveted tag titles in the entire wrestling business. Do you see what I’m saying Spade, I’m saying that you an me, be a tag team , yourself and myself. Clashing Tides! As the last few words fall from H2O’s mouth Spade Razo gasps and falls off of the bench that he was sitting on moments ago. H2O laughs again to himself and extends a hand to Spade. Spade Razo: I’m not worthy, that’s H2O’s hand! H2O: No Spade, it is the hand of a friend. |
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| ~Quint Mcain~ | May 24 2006, 02:23 PM Post #5 |
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A scene opens up, but the camera man is not in a wrestling ring. Or backstage. He is following a man who is wearing a light blue wind breaker jacket, purple and black shades. has his hair in black dreadlocks with purple tips, and has his hands in his pockets. It is nighttime, but the streets are lit up with the street lamps, the familiar man speaks to the camera man, into the camera. Quint: Hey listen up PCW. this is the Quintastic One. i need to get a few things off my chest so if you could just listen, that would be just...Quintastic. he moves over to a brick building and leans up against it, he has his hand on the metal door knob. Quint: I'll start off with someone who's been bothering me lately, MATT HUGHES. you see, MATT HUGHES, i was watching your promo, and to be perfectly honest, i got really REALLY bored. You talk alot of trash dont you MATT HUGHES? I mean seriously, how much time did you take for that segment to be finished? 20, 30 minutes? No man has the time or the patience to listen to you ramble on about how you are the gift to PCW. You see, i was the gift to PCW while you will still calling yourself "Purely Sexy" and working for a second rate promotion in WAF! But enough about you, your gonna fight some other random jobber i could care less about in The Incinerator. So have fun with that MATT HUGHES, cause you were right in some aspects. You do have the freedom to do whatever it takes, so since after that huge ass waste of time you did, i actually learned something that i am going to take into practice. And that is having no restrictions on what i have to do to win. Quint opens the door and goes inside, it looks pitch dark for a second or two, but once the cameraman goes through the door, he walks into a place where their is little light, but what he can make out is that there are many newspaper clippings hung on the walls about missing people and mass murders. Quint is seen examining one of these, and turns back to the cameraman. Quint: I have been on a search....ever since i first fought Hawk at Wrestlefest, i saw her in my locker room....All i know is that her name is Yun, and we are somehow connected... Quint moves to a corner and turns on a lamp, it is only now that the cameraman notices that the walls have splotches of blood. Quint: I have a tag match with Tygon, we are defending the tag team championships against former World Heavyweight Champ H2O, and his biggest fan, Spade Razo. I could tell you i will stop at nothing to retain these titles, i could say i will destroy my opponents, and to fear the demon, and i will get perfect vengeance, and all that crap. But you already know that. So when it comes to H2O and Spade Razo? I am up for the challenge. Hell anything you throw at me, i will take and more. Not because i am that damn good, not because i am a hard irish bastard, and not because stone cold said so. Simply because i am just...Quintastic. He starts to pace around the room, mumbling under his breath... Quint: She's been here..... He continues to look through a few drawers and some roaches scamper all over the place, Quint flips his hair back and looks at the camera again. Quint: One more thing....Mikey Craze, you have one helluvan opportunity. You have the chance to take down Justin Blast once and for all Mikey....dont let anger cloud your strategy, dont let depression or hate overcome you man. You are The Quint Clique. We are always there for you man, if you could only just realize that you have friends, than you dont have to worry about being alone in this quest. I believe in you Mikey. Good luck.... with that the scene fades, leaving us all to wonder what is going to happen to Quint as he furthers his search for this strange woman he calls "Yun". |
![]() ![]() Second sigs credit goes to my Bro Possum Person <select name="Quint Mcain" style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt; background-color: black; font-weight: bold; color: purple"> <option>Quint Mcain</option> <option>Stats:</option> <option>Height: 5’11"</option> <option>Weight: 164lbs</option> <option>Finisher: Canned Quint in a bottle X2, Perfecto</option> <option>Stable: Former Quint Clique</option> <option>Matches:</option> <option>Win: a bunch</option> <option>Lose: a bunch</option> | |
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| Jack Stantz | May 26 2006, 12:48 AM Post #6 |
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The Man Who Reaps Your Rewards
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This is where you are to post your Role Plays pertaining to Lesson in Loyalty. Do remember, these promos and the story you build with them will have an effect on the future direction of your character. Only people directly involved with this match may post here. Any one else will have their post deleted and swifter action may be required. Good luck competitors! |
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| ~Quint Mcain~ | Jun 7 2006, 12:13 PM Post #7 |
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Ride on shooting star by the Pillows plays over the PA system as we see The Quintastic One and Tygon make their way on stage holding the tag team titles over their shoulders. Quint seems to have an annoyed look on his face, but Tygons Shinobi doesnt leave any impression on his face. They make their way down the ramp and climb into the ring, no fancy fireworks, and no theatrics, they seem to mean business tonight. Mike: A rather unusual look on the face of Quint tonight folks. He obviously has something important on his mind. Jerry: Please its a ruse. He's gonna snap out of it within 5 seconds of ring time and start joking around with us again. Quint looks at Tygon, and then he takes his time to look at all the sides of the arena. And brings the mic up to his lips and begins to speak. Quint: As you all know, Tygon and I are defending these tag team titles against former heavyweight champ H20 and his prodigy, Spade Razo. the fans pop loudly for this combination. Quint: But you see, i have a problem with this. Dont get me wrong, H20 is a great performer, he was a great champ. But honestly, think about it, what has H20 done to deserve a tag title shot? Sure he has had some success in a singles format, but Spade and him, they are inexperienced. They have been put in this match out of circumstance. Jack Stantz wants to try to break them up, so they give them a title shot? This doesnt make any sense to me. What have they done to deserve to face the Quint Clique for the titles? We bled, we fought, we cried, and we killed ourselves for these titles. And on our 1st title defense, if you've been paying attention, consists of 4 guys, who have respect for each other, no fued. Nothing really worthy of a title match. Honestyly now, what are we supposed to do, sit back and take this crap? No, you fans deserve better than that. I want our 1st title defense to be memorable. I want to bring out the best in all my opponents. And just sitting here and waiting for our match while everyone else is having all the fun is unacceptable. That is why i want H20 and Spade to come out here, and tell me exactly why they deserve this title shot. What they can really bring to the table. If i have to, i'll play dirty, if i have to, i'll steal the victory. But by God, its going to be a worthwhile victory, not some wishy washy lets hug and go home kind of match. So H20, Spade, we want you out here to explain yourselves. These fans deserve to know the circumstances of this match! |
![]() ![]() Second sigs credit goes to my Bro Possum Person <select name="Quint Mcain" style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt; background-color: black; font-weight: bold; color: purple"> <option>Quint Mcain</option> <option>Stats:</option> <option>Height: 5’11"</option> <option>Weight: 164lbs</option> <option>Finisher: Canned Quint in a bottle X2, Perfecto</option> <option>Stable: Former Quint Clique</option> <option>Matches:</option> <option>Win: a bunch</option> <option>Lose: a bunch</option> | |
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