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M5: Serial© vs. Gunnar Wuher vs. Sean Aries; REF: Mitch Mitchellson
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Topic Started: Nov 12 2010, 11:43 PM (1,177 Views)
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The Inquisition
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Nov 12 2010, 11:43 PM
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- PRW Undisputed Championship of Internet Wrestling - PRW Rules
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Serial
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Nov 13 2010, 11:06 PM
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Just days after the Undisputed Championship of Internet Wrestling changed hands, the title is defended once more. Tonight has been a hell of a night in Texas, yet with so many battles won and lost, there is still a war for the top prize to be fought. The Frank Erwin Center in the state’s capital goes black leaving the sold out crowd in suspense. Suddenly, the darkness filters into the triad of colors representing the Mexican flag across the arena. The crowd heavily influenced by it’s Hispanic portion goes ballistic as “El Rey” by Vicente Fernandez blasts through the PRW sound systems. The campeon del mundial splits through the curtains causing a ruckus through the Texan crowd. With the title on his shoulder, Serial blazes to the ring with a new confidence.
Brunswick: After accomplishing so much this year by winning the tag titles, Koga Cup, and SuperBattle, Serial finally became the Undisputed Champion of Internet Wrestling. It’ll definitely be interesting to see how coming in on a new high affects the luchadore.
Smith: Serial is also coming off hellacious battles with both Matthew Logan and Joey NOX, so one has to wonder what sort of condition he is.
Brunswick: The Protested Hero seems to be in high spirits, and this Mexican heavy crowd can only help in Serial’s confidence. Speaking of Mexican, for this match we are also joined in by the Spanish announce team, Gonzalez and Cortez.
Gonzalez: Hola luchando con abanicos, soy Enrique Gonzalez junto con mi compañero Javier Cortez. Está bien ver finalmente a un mejicano como el campeón, y será emocionante mirar su primera defensa de título viva aquí en el Frank Erwin Center.
Cortez: Está bien ver que alguien notó que hay un español anuncian el equipo. No aposté a nadie hasta sabía que existimos.
Now in the ring, the Immigration Sensation climbs the nearest corner before raising his title in the air, causing the Erwin Center to razzle with camera flashes and an ovation from the spectators. The Champion hops off the buckles before laying out the title in front of him. This battle is not about heroes or sheep, rudos or tecnicos, but simply a contest to see who is the best in the organization.
Saget: Currently in the ring, he stands at one hundred and eighty point three four centimeters and weighting in at ninety five point two kilogram… From Reseda, California, and representing the Black Sheep. He is the current, reigning, and defending Undisputed Champion of Internet Wrestling… HE ISSSSS SSSSEEEERRRRRIIIIIIIIAAAALLL!!!
Serial raises an arm in the air causing the crowd to stir once more before he and the world awaits the challengers.
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Aries
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Nov 16 2010, 02:30 AM
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*bop*
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As the hands of the champion lowered down to his waist, waiting in patience for his opponents, we fade from the ring to another camera stationed in Sean's locker room. We catch a glimpse of Sean taping his wrists, being berated by Matthew in the distance for shaving his mustache. No matter how much Sean Aries believed in unity, no one fucked with his beard... no one. Emily tapped his shoulder, pointing to the door and pulling him away, seemingly more eager for this match than he was.
Sean's Theme begins to play through out the arena, echoing in the backstage area as Sean walked passed the guerrilla position, giving Emily a small nod, who proceeded to dig into her hoodie pocket, frantically searching for something. With Sean's head turned, leaving him completely unaware, Emily surprises him as his attention returns, exhaling a cloud of smoke into his face. Reaching up, she kissed him on the lips, and then proceeded to remind him of one important thing, hollering as he walked toward the curtains.
Emily: Remember, you get this if you win.
Sean looks at the burning paper in her hand, and then her chest... and then her hand.
Aries: Which one?
Emily smirks, rolling her eyes at him while chuckling.
Emily: Both, get um tiger
After that burst of motivation, Sean flicked his hair back and pushed his way through the curtain, the boulder of waiting to get rid of this shot finally lifted, with only one thing left to do. There he stood, in Austin, Texas with his last real chance at this belt, there was no way in hell Sean was walking out of there empty handed, disregarding the third man factor and focusing straight on the task at hand, make sure they stay down this time.
Aries hit the ring, sliding in and posing on one knee, whilst staring down the current Undisputed Champion. While there was truly no hostility between the two, Aries was kind of getting tired of Driver trying to play Professor Plum and cause havoc. Don't understand that line? Watch Dr. Who. Still don't get it? Well you should still watch Dr. Who, the old BBC one's. Sean smirked at the champ, pointing to his wrist, miming a watch. Serial simply shrugged it off, haters gonna hate. Aries stepped back into his corner, letting Bob Saget do his usual buisness.
Saget: Ladies and Gentlemen introducing the first contender, weighing in at 420 megatons of pure American pride..
A sea of redneck hollers fill the stadium
hailing from Pokémon Stadium by way of Kanto...representing The Heroes of Wrestling, he is known around the world as El Delfin Americano... Le dauphin américain... and Der amerikanische Delphin, The American Dolphin.. Sean....Arrrriiiieeesssss
The crowd roars for the woman beating, Mexican slaying competitor as he takes in all the cheers, moving to the center of the ring with Serial. Both meet in the center, slowly starting to circle one another as the referee looks on confused. After a brief delay, the ref interjects himself and ceases the match, reminding the two that there's one more, Sean seeming to have forgotten about it, and Serial wasn't aware he had a match until five minutes ago, such is the woes of being a champion.
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Pimpdizzle
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Nov 16 2010, 04:07 AM
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The Berserker
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/~*Those gritty riffs emit from the speakers emit the sorrow and the weight felt by the man it precedes. The Zakk Wylde Les Paul BFG echoes out it's gruff tones to announce the entrance of an equally rugged man. His long brown hair is curling in all the right places, his goatee and mustache already wet from water or vomit or beer or his sexy ring rat that he's got for the night's tasty undersides. The worn leather jacket has seen better days, but it polished and cleaned for this event. I mean he's the number one contender for a reason. Fate called an audible when Serial stole the belt from NOX on an episode of PRW 24/7 and this man has been scrambling for his lucha tapes. He raises his taped hands high above his head and begins to headbang along with the beat, as he always does coming down to the ring in this sort of circumstance. His opponent, the champion, being patted down in the ring like a Mexican at the border. A process we're all familiar with. Sean is stretching his hamstrings out in the ring with a variation of the Chicken Dance. The black and red tights cling to Wuher's calves and buttocks like drunk rats at Lucky's. *~\
Right on time Right on time All is good, all is fine I hear you call
Southern Dissolution Come and take it away First I trip Then I fall
Bob Saget: "INTRODUCING THIRD... HE'S YOUR NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THE UNDISPUTED CHAMPIONSHIP OF INTERNET WRESTLING AND CHALLENGER NUMBER TWO! STANDING TALL AT 6' 2". WEIGHING IN TONIGHT AT 231lbs. HE IS THE AXE MAN, THE PILEDRIVIN' VIKING, THE PATRON SAINT OF RE-ARRANGING YOUR FACE... GUNNNARRRRRRR WWOOOOOOHHHHHHAAAAAIIIIRRRRRRRRR!"
/~*Gunnar is on the second turnbuckle soaking in the love from the crowd. Serial, Das Wunderkid of 2010 has his first challenger in the ring. Wuher's shiny black boots are being patted down by the bologna loving Mitchelson. Wuher's causal look of couldn't give a fuck glazes over the pre-match ritual of the champion. Tightening his laces on his boot, Serial has his back to the challengers.*~\
Brunswick: "Here he is. The perennial challenger to the Undisputed title and he looks like he's in the best shape of all of his attempts at the gold."
Smith: "What does it matter Josh? He might have the physique but I think quite frankly Gunnar's cursed."
Brunswick: "That's a pretty harsh thing to say Doug."
Smith: "Well, lets put it this way, every time this guy gets in the ring for this kind of event, he's always ALWAYS fallen apart for one reason or another!"
Brunswick: "He pulled out a victory in the Open Challenge which was an odd prelude to this confrontation. Considering Gunnar took on the two goons of the STK-OUT Nation, of which Serial has been heavily involved with."
Smith: "I think he got an easy ride here. I don't see Gunnar taking this home."
Brunswick: "Well, if he can't pin Serial, there's always his bitter enemy, Sean Aries."
Smith: "Bitter enemy? This isn't 2008, Josh. I'm sure we've all gotten over this one."
Brunswick: "I doubt Gunnar has. He's been waiting for retribution for that betrayal since Sean and himself split after their dominate Tag Title Run."
/~*That's exactly what he does.*~\
DING DING DING
/~*Gunnar comes flying out of his corner with a Superman Punch that lands square on the Jaw of Sean Aries. The dolphin flops down like a fish out of water and the Mexican stands stunned. Three seconds into this match and Wuher and already punched Aries in the fucking face. Serial takes a moment and backs up, waiting for his moment to strike when Gunnar pushes the corpse of the COO out of the ring. With that, there stood the champion, poised and ready to start this dance. Gunnar's bravado and snap movement has sent the message that he wanted.
No Remorse.
Quickly the Collar and Elbow tie up occurs as both men begin to push against each other. The longer hair of the Viking finds a home in between the fingers of the champion as he pulls back to gain the unfair advantage. Working Wuher back on a leverage purpose he presses the Viking into the turnbuckle. Mitch calls for the clean break and gets it surprisingly, with protests from the Viking. Gunnar reports his hair grabbing claim and Mitch calmly refutes it. Wuher, now slightly frustrated, moves past this and tries another approach. Another collar and elbow finds Serial with the advantage. He clears one arm of the former Pimp and pushes the other out, twisting it in the process. With the wrist in control, The SoCal Killa' gets up to his toes and cranks the pressure on the torqued arm. Wuher winces in pain as he takes a knee in front of El Rey. Gunnar starts walking in a circle and is successful in grabbing the opposite ropes, backflipping, and reversing the pressure on the Luchador! Going to his tippy toes, the Viking does some impromptu Ballet to really ratchet down on the rotator cuff of his opponent. With the wrist in control, Wuher traps it on his shoulder before lifting a knee to the bridge of the nose of the champ. While momentarily stunning the champion, this allows him enough leverage to perform an armdrag! Like poppy seeds on pavement, Serial pops right back up. Wuher slides a bit before rolling to his right and returning to the vertical basis. Serial shakes himself free of the blow to the head while Wuher shoots the half on the luchador. Wrapping himself in a front waistlock around the Manic Hispanic, Wuher attempts a takedown and gets it. Serial looks up to the ring lights, to have the Viking's visage blocking his view.
Gunnar tries raining down hell with his fists and elbows, but Serial covers up quickly in this ground and pound assault. He straightens his body out underneath the Viking and rolls back on his neck to try and escape this position to half success. Gunnar lets Serial roll back to this shoulders, but that's where Gunnar grabs his legs and tries to pin him to the mat in the first pinfall attempt of the contest!*~\
Ref:
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NO!
/~*Serial kicks out as Wuher sits up, readjusts, and goes for the head of the Mexican Born. Gunnar locks in a headlock and tries to cinch it in. Serial manages to get to his feet while Wuher's still on his ass and with one good push, The Dirtiest Mexican in Tijuana is able to slip out of the clutch. Gunnar gets a dropkick for his troubles and a pinfall as bonus.*~\
Ref:
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NO!
/~*On the outside, Sean Aries is currently trying to get the taste back in his mouth. Slowly he watches on as Gunnar raises himself up from that initial barrage. There is a slight hesitation as the Scandinavian plans his next few moves here. Serial is back up while Gunnar is still on his ass. Serial attempts a kick, but it's to Wuher's front. That's where he has eyes and that's where he notices things, so trying to kick there isn't the best idea. Gunnar captures his opponent's leg and springs up teasing the awaiting fans of a Tazzplex but only gets about halfway before the champion gets on Wuher's shoulders for a head scissors take down! The Viking's Body flies away once again at the hands of a Serial Toss, but the Border Patrol has nothing on this Immigration Sensation.*~\
Brunswick: "And once again the champion showing why he is where he is today by out-wrestling the Viking here!"
Smith:"The Black Sheep member really taking it to the challenger here tonight."
/~*When Gunnar reaches his feet he tries once more to reset this one on one match-up. Serial feints with his right and Wuher doesn't fall for it. The Wrestler Formerly Known As The Occult paces in a circle, raising his hand above his head as if to signify he would like to tie up in a test of strength. The heavier Viking likes this proposition and steps to the center of the ring, linking fingers with the champion. The mexican lifts his other hand to meet Wuher's when the Viking boots Serial in the gut, then follows it up with a stiff European Uppercut! The strike sends El Champion back-first to the mat below. As he returns to his vertical basis, the Mexican's Spidey Senses tell him that there isn't a Viking to be found close by anymore. That is until he re-introduces himself to the scenario with a short-arm clothesline sending Serial end over end to kiss the canvas. With the Viking in clear advantage here, he picks up the luchador and grabs his wrist for an Irish Whip. The Mexican obliges begrudgingly and runs the ropes in hope to gain enough momentum to knock down the Viking. Serial ducks the line, grabbing onto Gunnar's bicep, swinging around to the behind, getting his legs around Wuher's neck, swinging down as if to try that Neck Scissors which worked a moment ago. The Viking is ready for it however and pushes Serial off his neck and away from his body. Expecting the Mexican to land on his ass, Gunnar looks up to take a breath. Much to his dismay, the Protested Hero attempts a Shining Wizard from the posted knee! Gunnar is able to duck it and let the shot pass harmlessly over his noggin. Thanking his lucky stars, Gunnar pounces and locks in a head lock to the champ's left side! His instincts gets both men back to their feet! Serial backs up to the ropes with Da' Pimp in tow. There is separation and a charging Champion. He jumps to the second rope and jumps off to deliver a flying back elbow, only to get his neck find comfort in the bottom of Wuher's wrestling boots! Serial eats a nasty standing dropkick, after which he falls right on his face once more. Clutching the laces of the Luchador's mask, the pain shoots through the already injured neck of the champion. Gunnar's knees fly up 6 inches before returning to their original height, passing, and landing on said injured neck of the Mexicano.
Gunnar suddenly does something sneaky. Holding down the champion, he works quickly to grab at the laces below his knee. However... those weren't his wrestling boots. However, before we can even register this Sean Aries makes his first presence in this match with a Bulldog and a quick cover of Mr. Wuher!*~\
Ref:
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NO!
/~*Gunnar kicks out in what's sure to be not his last time. Aries stands up and evaluates the situation before continuing.*~\
TBC: Anyone.
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Serial
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Nov 17 2010, 01:27 AM
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The American Dolphin backs away from his former partner, seeing plenty of fight still left in Wuher. Da’ Pimp butt scoots away a few feet, ensuring a safe path to his feet as he elevates. Just before the Genocide reunion can commence, the gray portion of the black and white affair propels to his feet, fixing his mask before giving a quick massage to his neck. Now with all three men on the balls of their feet, the trio compromise their safe zones before meeting in the center of the ring. Aries and Serial mirror each other’s method in a stereo kick to the midsection of the Viking. The ache scrambling through Gunnar’s gut forces him backward into a barricade of ropes. With his back against a wall… of ropes, Wuher is overwhelmed by his duo of opponents into a Double Irish Whip. The former NET Champion sails across the ring, embarking on a second voyage across the ocean of ring after recoiling off the cables. The Viking eventually reaches his adversaries, who have linked together for a Double Clothesline, a move that would certainly sink his hopes of gold. Instead of falling victim to the duo’s attack, Gunnar leans downward and lets the combination attack fly right past him. Now facing Serial’s back, Gunnar tries to attach to the Champion with a Waistlock, but the agility of Serial allows him to slither and spin out into a Full Nelson behind Wuher.
Brunswick: The speed of Serial can not be underestimated, even by such a savvy veteran like Gunnar Wuher.
Smith: Yeah, but Gunnar can wrestle Serial into pretzels.
Brunswick: Still though, how can Gunnar do that if he can’t catch the luchadore? Serial doesn’t have the best technique, yet he has found a way to lock Wuher into a Full Nelson. Rudimentary? Perhaps, but effective nonetheless. As Josh points out, while a Full Nelson is a basic move, it has aged well due to how effective it is. Amidst his arms being trapped within the clutches of the SoCal Killa, Wuher looks to be victim to an oncoming attack from the Porpoise with a Purpose. Sean’s purpose is not yet found though, but what is found is Gunnar’s boot which knocks the latest Master of the Mat winner back a few pegs. Sean no longer a threat for the moment, the twenty time Cyanide champion wrenches a Back Elbow into the masked mandible of his antagonist, forcing a release of the Full Nelson. A free man once more, Gunnar charges forward towards Aries, who tries for a Forearm Smash, which is in vain. Dodging bullets like he was Superman, Wuher pushes the unbalanced Aries towards the luchadore, forcing a collision of Serial’s jaw and Aries’ forearm, which results in the Protested Hero dropping to the canvas.
Cortez: Jeje, penche Aries entró corriendo en la persona que le ayudaba, Serial.
Gonzalez: Pero la Serial es su opositor también, entonces no parece al ataque era el contador productivo.
With the Mexican out of the way, the Genocide party continues as Aries turns right into a Knife-Edged Chop from Gunnar, with love. Da’ Pimp deals a second Knife-Edged Chop, before mixing it up with an Overhand Chop, tenderizing Sean’s pectorals as if they were Kobe beef. Sean can only briefly massage his pink hued chest before he is dealt across the ring via an Irish Whip. On the rebound, Aries leaps forward with a Jumping Knee but is caught by Gunnar, before his knee can ring Wuher’s bell. Now within the loving arms of the two time X-Division champion, Aries is helpless as he is stamped onto the canvas with a T-Bone Suplex.
Brunswick: What a counter from Gunnar, an Exploder Suplex! If Gunnar goes for a pin, it may be enough to earn him some gold.
Smith: Gunnar is ‘Da’ Pimp’ for a reason. He can get “some gold” any day of the week. But this isn’t “some gold,” it’s THE gold.
Like the video game, Sean is left for dead as he remains planted on the mat. Unlike Sean, Gunnar rushes to his feet hoping to continue his offensive streak. Instead, Gunnar finds the offense coming towards him as Serial surges forward with his unpredictable attack. Wuher leap frogs over the beaner express, forcing Serial to swing off the ropes before congregating once more with his foe. On this occasion, Serial is prepared with his attack as he hurdles over the back of Da’ Pimp before clasping an arm in mid-air and flinging him to the mat with an Arm Drag Takedown. Neither man situates on the canvas, but rather spring to their feet immediately. As quick as Gunnar is, he is no contest for the agile champ, his loss in the race resulting in a sandwich of heels via a Dropkick.
Gonzalez: ¡Chinga su madre!¡La velocidad de Serial no puede ser emparejada!
Cortez: Tener la gran velocidad no ganó la Serie el título aunque, el aprovechamiento de un Rican Puertorriqueño indefenso hiciera.
Gunnar drops to the mat, choosing to roll out of the ring in need of a breather. Serial shoots to his feet, seeing his nemesis on the outside. The Immigration Sensation begins to spread his wings as he gets ready to fly. Serial’s trip to the outside is delayed, if not cancelled, due to a rain of Forearms from Sean Aries. The skull of Serial cranks as if it were Soulja Boy, before the Manic Hispanic retorts with a Forearm of his own. The American Dolphin eats it as if it were tuna before dropping another Forearm upon the hidden face of Serial. Before long, the struggle evolves into a game of Pong, with the paddles representing each warrior’s forearm, and the ball representing each other’s head. Neither man seems to show signs of defeat as the game continues with exchanges. Before long, the game is interrupted by Da’ Pimp, who is simply kicked out of the game with a pair of Back Elbows from the parties. The potpourri of Forearms continues on as Gunnar gets to his feet, still wanting to get into the game. Another interruption by Gunnar between Forearms, leads to a quick escorting out of the ring from Sean Aries, as he is tossed out over the top rope and to the padded concrete.
Smith: Man, Gunnar can’t catch a break. First, neither Black Sheep or Heroes of Wrestling invite him into their gang warfare, but now Sean and Serial won’t let him join their Forearm Smashing contest.
Brunswick: He wasn’t trying to play their game, he was trying to be a grinch and ruin it.
Sean turns to eat a running Forearm from Serial, which pops him backward before he retorts with a Running Forearm of his own which knocks the luchadore to the mat, proving that one should not try to one up a gamer. The Philadelphia icon briefly celebrates his victory, by rubbing his jaw as if he had just left an appointment with Isaac Yankem. Sean pushes the mute button on his ache as he bears witness to Gunnar tying to re-enter the ring beneath the bottom rope. Before the Viking can complete his voyage, he is lit up with a series of Stomps from Sean. Aries lifts his former partner by his head before driving his knee into the temple of his rival before straddling one of Gunnar’s legs and reaching over, locking in an Abdominal Stretch. With his back and abdomen stretched to degrees not intended, the idea of submitting is not too farfetched. Like the pokemon, Serial comes from the wild and intervenes by locking in an Abdominal Stretch of his own upon the Porpoise-friendly Punisher. With his own body being stretched like Stretch Armstrong, Sean releases his submission hold, freeing Gunnar from the idea of surrendering.
Gonzalez: ¡¿Una sumisión rompe una sumisión?!? ¿Quién habría pensado?
Cortez: Penche joto Serial… Chingow el partido era casi terminado.
Gonzalez: ¿Usted tiene que estar en algún sitio?
Cortez: Si, en tu mama way.
Wuher compasses the opposite side of Serial, pulling him off Sean, before tucking his head under Serial’s arm. On the opposite side of the spectrum, Sean’s Genocide senses activate, allowing him to mimic Gunnar’s plan, before the former tag champs lift the current world champion into the air, only to crash him into the canvas with a Double Back Body Drop. The natural chemistry between the two revives itself, as Gunnar props up Serial before shoving him into the nearest corner, tying his arms around the top rope. Wuher rushes to the opposite corner to meet with his ‘partner’ before aiding Sean, by flinging him into the occupied corner. “I have nothing to do with this” exclaims Sean just before he springs across the ring and squashes Serial with a Stinger Splash. Sandwiched between the turnbuckles and Aries, the Immigration Sensation has nowhere to hide before he is Irish Whipped towards a charging Viking. The former NET champion tries to hit a home run with a Double Axe Handle towards Serial’s face, but instead connects with nothing but air. The luchadore tilt-a-whirls around the shoulders of Wuher before swinging him to the mat with a Headscissors Takedown, the momentum behind the attack enough to whirl Gunnar out of the ring, beneath the lowest cable.
Brunswick: That just goes to show you, that speed kills.
Smith: Thanks for reminding me Josh. Now, I’d like to take this opportunity to remind our young viewers… DON’T DO DRUGS!
Sean smirks as his ‘partner’ makes a quick exit stage left, before he runs towards his masked opponent, only to have his speed used against him via an Arm Drag from Serial. Before he can comprehend what has taken place, he finds himself on the outside, mere inches from the man he was laughing at moments ago. The man laughing loudest is Serial, who takes in the applaud from the Mexican heavy crowd before he bolts towards his opponents, using the top rope to flip to the outside before crashing atop his pair of challengers with a Tope con Giro. The three men scatter across the thinly padded concrete, the move taking a bit out of all three warriors. It is not without an ovation from the crowd however.
Brunswick: Such an appreciative crowd, Doug.
Smith: They're Mexican, they'd be happy with a donkey show.
The Protested Hero is not protested on this evening, especially as he is the first to rise to his feet. Quick to his feet, Serial grabs a handful of Gunnar’s head before hurling him into the ring. The Viking boosts to his feet, searching for Serial as if the Mexican were John Connor, and he were the Terminator. Wuher scans the ring, but does as swell a job as the border patrol, as Serial springs atop the fence, err I mean ropes, before delivering a Springboard Missile Dropkick, dropping the challenger back to square one. Serial crawls towards his fallen foe before hovering over him with a pin attempt…
OOOOOOONNNNEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTWWWWW------
Brunswick: SHOULDER UP!
Smith: Not even close!
The count does not complete two before it is negated by a lifted shoulder from Wuher. Serial does not bother arguing the count, instead choosing to scrape Gunnar off the canvas. The luchadore tries to fling Gunnar towards the ropes, but is countered and punished with a Boot to his stomach. Gunnar tangles an arm around the hooded head of his enemy before hooking a leg and lifting him into the air. The Viking can not contain the Immigration Sensation as Serial floats over and applies a Waistlock. Wuher does not the lock to remain as he picks it off not with a key, but rather an Elbow to the grill of Serial, causing the luchadore to see stars as if he were back in California. Seeing that Serial is a rocky foundation, Gunnar tries to act as the proverbial wrecking ball by pacing backward before blazing forward with a devastating Lariat, that sizzles nothing but air. Serial has enough sense to dodge the Lariat, which is exactly as Gunnar predicted. Da’ Pimp grabs the back of the Manic Hispanic’s head before dropping to a sit-out arrangement forcing Serial’s neck to impact Gunnar’s shoulder. The Hangman’s Neckbreaker kills any momentum gathered by the luchadore, perhaps turning the tide of the contest in favor of the wily veteran.
Brunswick: There’s the ring generalship by Gunnar. It could be what leads him to the Undisputed title.
Smith: That, or maybe pinning someone?
Confident from his seated arrangement, Gunnar is rudely awakened when Sean Aries bombs his spine with a Missile Dropkick. Pushed forward like an accordion, Gunnar bounces back to a seated arrangement in a less than stellar condition. The American Dolphin uses both hands to lift Gunnar from behind before applying an underhook on one side and a half nelson on the other. Aries isn’t searching for some wacky submission, but rather putting the pieces together for his next move. The Porpoise with a Purpose swings backward, hurling Gunnar into the mat with a Half and Half Suplex. Upon releasing his grasp, Sean flips the Viking onto his back, hoping to end his earned opportunity at the Undisputed Championship of Internet Wrestling, successfully. Mitch pulls into place as the world awaits the count.
OOOOONNNNEEEEE!!!!
TTTTWWWWWWOOO!!!!!
El campeon intervenes, mustering enough strength to club the back of Sean just before a three can be reached. Serial swoops back to the canvas afterwards, holding his neck in pain. Aries is not pleased with the broken count as he turns his attention to the luchadore, before aiding him to his feet. The American Dolphin does not do this as an act of kindness, but in order to escort Serial to the nearest corner. Just before Aries can hurl Serial into a wall of turnbuckles, Serial reverses the act by hitting the gut of Sean with a Back Elbow and tossing him instead, into the triad of turnbuckles. The Immigration Sensation back dashes before cancelling into forward movement and jumping onto Sean’s shoulders, hoping to continue his offense from the standing Electric Chair arrangement. Before the luchadore can attempt one of his Headscissors or Huracanranas, Sean flips the state of affairs like a Republican to the House of Representatives. Serial goes from an advantage, to seated into a perilous arrangement. With the champ firmly placed on the peak buckle, Sean climbs to the middle turnbuckle, hoping for a Superplex. Aries vines an arm of Serial around his head before beginning to lift him into the air. The testy luchadore does not go down without a fight, forcing Aries to attack his tortilla basket with a couple of knuckle quartets.
Brunswick: This could be bad for Serial…
Smith: No really?
Wuher being the annoyance that he is, interludes by inserting his head in-between the legs of Sean as he lifts Serial into the air. The crowd radiates the Frank Erwin Center with camera flashes as the triad detonate off the corner and onto the mat with a Tower of Doom Suplex. Serial takes the blunt of the tower, ascending from the corner and rainbow arching all the way to the middle of the ring, eating nothing but canvas. Sean is not without torment as he is Powerbombed practically to Hell. Gunnar can not take joy in his destructive creation as he collapses to the canvas, the power behind dropping two men exponential to what he is normally accustomed to. The three men, all with their claim to the Undisputed title, lay inches from each other, not a single soul able to take advantage of the opportunity given. Ironic isn’t’ it?
Brunswick: SUCH CARNAGE DOUG!!!
Smith: Calm down, Brunny.
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Nov 18 2010, 01:35 AM
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OOC: 24 hour Rule.
Gunnar is the first to stir from the trio, the natural veteran instincts guiding him to the ropes, which he uses as a helping hand to his feet. By the time Wuher reaches a perpendicular arrangement, his adversaries are beginning to wake from their minor coma. The current champion is violently sprung from his slumber as Da’ Pimp clutches him by the eye holes in his mask and pulls him up, the rest of his body having no choice but to follow Gunnar’s command. Once lifted to his feet, Serial tries his best to break away from the Viking, peppering his challenger with rights and lefts, but the less than situated SoCal Killa’ can not muster enough power to force Wuher off of him. The former NET champion punishes the Immigration Sensation’s futile efforts by twisting his nearest arm and wrenching into a Standing Wrist Lock. Serial bends forward in his best effort to relieve the pain and perhaps flip his way out of this dilemma, but before he can squeak out, Gunnar throttles a foot into the air leading to a collision between unforgiving shin and unguarded chin. The force behind the kick to the face forces Serial to a vertical, a sitting (or should I say standing) duck for Wuher who props an arm around his neck before lifting him towards the ring lights.
Brunswick: Looks like Serial is reaching for the sky.
Smith: Well if he’s high enough, if he falls he’ll land on a cloud.
Under normal circumstances, it would not be a surprise to see Serial hovering towards the stars, but the many Chicano fans know the peril that their hero is in. The luchadore eventually reaches the canvas, unfortunately it is head first, through a Brainbuster. Thankfully, the brains of the Koga Cup winner are not splattered throughout the canvas. Still, the Vertical Suplex/DDT hybrid does its damage, as Serial lies incapacitated atop the canvas. If anyone can second the opinion written, it is Gunnar whose eyes widen to saucer like properties as he pushes himself on top of his lifeless foe. The Patron Saint of Rearranging Faces, may be just a three count away from winning the biggest prize in the game.
OOOOOOOONNNNNNEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTTWWWWWOOOOOO!!!!!!
TTTTHHHHHHRRRRR----
Gonzalez: ¡ARIES ROMPE LA CUENTA!
Cortez: ¡CHINGOW PENCHE DELFIN!
The count feels like an eternity for a man who has never held the Undisputed Championship of Internet Wrestling, yet for Aries (who also has not held the title) the count felt shorter than an orgy filled with premature ejaculating midgets. With a tightened grip around Gunnar’s waist as if he were demonstrating the Heimlich maneuver, the American Dolphin pulls Wuher off of Serial and to a brief standing arrangement. The latter arrangement is shortened due to the fact that Sean falls backwards, releasing his foe mid-arch, causing Gunnar to collide with the canvas via a Release German Suplex. The Belly to Back Waistlock Suplex leaves Gunnar not only agonizing on mat, but also agonizing without the world title in his possession.
Brunswick: Gunnar has to be heart broken.
Smith: Sheesh, well he’s lucky his neck isn’t broken.
Wuher holds his neck in one hand while reaching for those lifesaving cables with another. Once again, the hands of Gunnar wrangle the ropes as he tries to remember where he is. His short term memory is revitalized when he feels Aries apply another Waistlock. Mitchellson asks for a clean break due to Gunnar’s grip on the ropes. Instead, the Porpoise-friendly Punisher picks his former partner up off the canvas, trying to break the clasping of ropes. Sean is successful, but only momentarily as Gunnar applies a grip on the top rope. Senior official Mitch Mitchellson, feeling ignored, begins a five count asking for a clean break. Sean ignores the count as tries to rip Wuher off the ropes, to which Gunnar replies by letting go with one hand, in order to deal a Back Elbow with the freed arm. Sean eats the joint of Gunnar, like it was a different sort of joint. There is no THC aftereffects however, just an aching jaw, which forces Aries to break his grip, with the same type dissatisfaction that semester finals would to an Xbox controller. Da’ Pimp turns to face his backing opponent by launching towards him with a Spinning Backfist, which Sean is able to avoid by ducking under. The Master of the Mat races to the ropes, before bouncing off and launching a double set of knees towards his former partner. Da’ Pimp tries to capture the Dolphin as if he were working for Starkist, but the momentum behind the knees of Sean is too much for Gunnar to handle, and Da’ Pimp falls victim to a Diving Double Knee Drop. Wuher also falls to the canvas with Aries mounted on top of him, but Gunnar has enough sense to push him off like a two dollar whore, before any makeshift pin attempt can be realized.
Cortez: JAJA, penche jotos.
Gonzalez: Guárdelo profesional amigo.
Ignoring the Spanish announce team, Sean swiftly climbs to his feet outracing Wuher, whom is barely on all fours, again searching for assistance in his path to his feet. Aries once again applies a Waistlock and pulls Gunnar out of his doggy style ready arrangement. Aries follows up with another German Suplex, but on this occasion, there is no release and it garners the addition of a bridge on impact. Wuher tries to brace himself for the collision, but the high velocity slam leaves him dazed as he is angled with his shoulders against the mat. Mitch slides into position to make the count, as Aries tries his best to keep the bridging aspect steady.
OOOOONNNNNEEEEEE!!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOOOO!!!!
Brunswick: GUNNAR USES THE ROPES AGAIN!
Smith: He took notes from Joey NOX obviously.
The ropes act like an angel to the ‘Saint’ as his foot leans against the middle cable, dashing any hopes for the gold to travel Oceanside at least for the time being. Aries releases the decimated Wuher in order to argue with Mitch over the idea of the lifeless being before them actually getting his foot on the rope. Quickly realizing he is wasting his time arguing with a guy who wears striped shirts for a living, Aries clutches a handful of the Viking’s hair before lifting him and clinching him by the back of his head. The American Dolphin shows little technique but much brute force as he continuously wallops the face of Gunnar, trying to pound it into ground beef. Not willing to risk breaking his button mashing hand on Wuher’s face, Aries compromises his attack with an Irish Whip. Wuher does not make it back after he hit’s the ropes, as he is tripped up by Serial, whom is on the outside, seeming recuperated from his break. Serial bounces onto the apron before springing to the top rope. Too distracted with seeing him former partner flat on the canvas, Sean never sees the Protested Hero dive off the ropes and dive towards him with a Crossbody. By the time Aries realizes the situation, he is flat on the mat with the luchadore covering him following the Springboard Diving Crossbody. The crowd grows excited as Serial is a mere three count from his first successful defense.
OOOOOONNNNNNEEEEE!!!!
TTTTTWWWWWOOOOOO!!!!
Brunswick: ARIES KICKS OUT!!!
Smith: Does that mean this match continues?
Yes it does Doug…. Yes it does.
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Nov 19 2010, 12:39 AM
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The Berserker
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/~*The one thing, the slightly concussed Viking thinks to himself, is that Mexicans fucking suck. He shakes the cobwebs Concussion the Spider has weaved and continues his "break" from the match up at hand. What he's actually doing is taking inventory of the toys that are underneath the ring.It wouldn't be a Gunnar Wuher PRW match without a barbed wire spot would it?
Sean and Serial back in the ring. The American Dolphin has just kicked out from that springboard and after dominating Wuher in the ring, Sean finds himself at the butt end of Mexican offense. You know how much Sean gets offended by Mexicans simply existing. I mean c'mon isn't this the whole point of Logan's happy time pals? Anyways serial's got Sean in a hammerlock and Sean's looking to change it up. The lucha man uses some flippy do shit to spin, slice and dice putting the Dolphin in a headlock tighter than a plastic 6 pack holder would have on a Dolphin's bottle nose. It'd be interesting to see how he gets out of this one, wouldn't you agree Brunny?*~
Brunswick: "I think the EPA should be called!"
Smith: "I love watching sea life suffer."
/~*Serial rolls around some more before tossing Aries in a Mexican Armdrag. He poses slightly and takes in the adoration of those dolphin-despised racial grouping. Pondering his next move, he checks on the Viking. Who when is noticed by his mexican opponent suddenly plays dead. Much to the confusion of most, the Mexican included, Wuher's feinted straightaway! Once Serial turns around though, to find his Dolphin prey, he only finds the sweaty remains of where he once was! Sean's about 5 feet parallel with the mat when suddenly Sean's forward force collides with the Mexican's nose! Must of hurt because Serial is clasping at his face in the first bit of weakness shown by the champion. He's thinking recovery while Sean is thinking Emily's tits. But then he thinks leg work! Stick with the plan! SWEEP THE LEG!
Sorry. Carried away there. Sean has Serial wrapped up with a Muffler of sorts, but not of the stretch variety. Sean's arms can't seem to grab anything but those Mask Laces. He does fling against them frivously. Only to have Serial worm his way out of the hold and a squirming thrusting motion brings Serial uncerimoniously to his feet. Well, foot. It's a foot alright. The other is bouncing against the mat and leaves once he's ready to attempt an ensurgui. He misses by a mile and instead of being in the advantage, he finds his dick suseptable to a kick. Aries doesn't do that however. He does start the massive swing. Five times, Serial covers his head. Ten times, Sean exhales as he focuses at the task at hand. Fifteen and we see Wuher slip into the frame. At Twenty, Gunnar is on the apron and watching this spinning catastrophe. Twenty five and Aries notices his is former friend. Thirty and Wuher comes crashing down onto the face of the Immigration Sensation. After having his beans smashed in by Boot of Wuher, Serial's gonna hide for awhile now. Or so he thinks. Sliding to the outside, Gunnar is still trying to get up from that double stomp when he convieniently posts on all fours so that Sean can use him as a springboard to take down the Mex.*~
Brunswick: "Sean Aries to the outside here! Wuher's back used as a launching pad here..."
Smith: "A position Wuher is used to at this point, considering how many times he's..."
Brunswick: "....Hard on the mat below. Jesus Doug, I can't think of a time when you're mouth didn't vomit shit."
/~*With the love affair on commentary we return to the match. Serial is rolled back into the ring while Wuher is quick to take advatantage of it. He quickly keeps the Masked Maniac bent over like a little punta and slams him shoulder first into the turnbuckle. Sean is back in the ring and Wuher comes over to him. Wuher grabs Sean's wrist and whips him into the same turnbuckle, and just for a moment taints collide! The former Occult's shoulder slammed right back into as Sean gets a chin full of turnbuckle. Gunnar rolls Sean up for the cover!*~
Ref:
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NO!
/~*Sean kicks out of that pinning predicament and rolls Wuher into another one!*~
Ref:
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NO!
/~*Gunnar is able to slow this down a bit by pushing Sean far away from his body after that one. Serial is out of the corner now and fresh as a daisy inserts himself into this match. Ensurguri to the rising Sean Aries. Gunnar scouted this well and lines up the shot. Ragnarok is coming... but it misses wide right! Serial rolls underneath the kick and rolls Wuher up, posting like a gay football linesman.*~
Ref:
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NO!
/~*Gunnar kicks out, landing flat on his stomach, only unfortunately for him Serial has gotten a hold of his head. Wuher stops his vertical assent with for a moment to pause as this luchawhore takes his dear sweet time to firmly lock in the hold. That's enough time for Wuher to get a plan. That is until both men reach their respective feet. That's when Serial punches Gunnar right in the face. A closed fist that nearly breaks his face. The referee admonishes the Masked Luchador. The commentators rag on opposite sides of the spectrum. But, Gunnar... That guy's only thinking of one thing.
That unprofessional dick.
There becomes a point in a match where something isn't earned and that particular something is dealt out unfairly. You see, then the other person is allowed returned in the favor in full.
Serial eats hit up and flips into the ropes doing some crazy lucha shit to come crashing down on Wuher's pectoral. Nothing more than an elbow makes contact with the Viking's chest, but he's still mad that his nose might be broken.
The Dolphin swims into the picture once again. This time he's landing a palm strike right to the solar plexus of the immigration sensation. The strike sends Serial back into the ropes...
**** CONGRADULATIONS... serial ... YOU HAVE Lvl 25 Shining White Mage NOW ON YOUR CRANIUM **** IS THIS AWESOME (y/n) **** y **** YOU BET YOUR ASS!
The porpiose friendly Punisher focus on the head of Mr. Serial while Wuher recovers in the corner.With Sean's equilibrium equal to that of the Mexican in the ring, it's about time he started to pepper that noggin. An elbow, another elbow, and a chop to the chest leads the Dolphin on to believe he has control of this match.
Serial doesn't think so. He spins Sean back into the ring corner and gives what he's gotten back and more so! Chopping away at the chest, making it red and swollen, Serial tries to drive Aries through Chopsville. Sean blocks another shot but has a rising knee to the gut... area. He really got kicked in the dick. The referee didn't see it that way, but he's admonishing Mr. Champion to stop doing what he's doing, because he might get disqualified.
Like he cares. He'd go home with the belt anyways.
The 8 bit warrior falls to his ass after another elbow. That's when Serial takes a few steps back... right into a Gunnar sweep! Wuher trips up Mr. Champ as Serial falls to his face! Gunnar pivots his hips over the fallen Serial to wrap himself around the champion's waist. There is a momentary pause and then...*~\
Brunswick: "Wuher now, raising Serial to his fe.. no! Taking him Straight through and..."
Smith: "WHAT IS ARIES DOING!"
/~* Sean is attempting The M. Bison! He nails it on both and all three fall down! Serial taking the brunt of the manuever. Gunnar got a boot in there from Sean and Aries landed awkwardly. Gunnar takes a momment to collect himself, but Sean covers Serial*~\
PINFALL ATTEMPT
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Nov 19 2010, 10:32 PM
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OOC: 12 hour rule.
OOOOONNNNEEEE!!!!
TTTTWWWWWWOOOOO!!!!
Brunswick: Gunnar breaks the count! Delaying Aries’ chances of winning while keeping his alive.
Smith: How cynical of Wuher?!? I would think he wouldn’t mind who won as long as it was Genocide.
Brunswick: Doug, they broke up a long time ago.
Smith: I thought they just renamed themselves a few times. You’re telling me Genocide isn’t the Heroes of Wrestling.
Nevermind any ignorant insults made to the Heroes of Wrestling by Doug, as Wuher breaks the count with a Double Ax Handle to the back of Sean, before pushing him aside in order to grab the weaker Serial and lift him to his feet. Da’ Pimp hastily swoops to the back of Serial, lifting him into a backdrop arrangement before falling forward into a sit-out arrangement. Luckily for the Protested Hero, he wears a mask, so no one will really know what kind of damage the Belly to Back Wheelbarrow Facebuster accomplished. All that is certain, is that is enough to keep the springy Mexican jumping bean on the mat for a few moments. That’s all Gunnar needs to win himself the gold. Before the Viking can take the title back to whatever cave he lives in with Hijoputa Joven, the American Dolphin intervenes, grabbing Gunnar by his greasy hair before cranking him skyward. The sly veteran that Wuher is, showcases his ‘technique’ by feinting a thumb to the eye, which Aries avoids, only to cancel into a boot to the gut. With Sean doubled over like a Vegas showgirl regurgitating her dinner, the former NET champion places his aquatic victim in a Three Quarter Facelock before running up the nearest turnbuckles. Prior to Gunnar’s efforts to rotate in the air and perform his Shiranui, Sean instead decides to hurl Gunnar over the top rope and hopefully to the floor. Aries does not get the privilege of seeing the conclusion of Gunnar’s flight as he suddenly forced down to the mat by his south of the border nemesis by way of a Schoolboy!
OOOOOOOOOONNNNNEEEE!!!!
TTTTTWWWWWWOOOOOO!!!!
TTTTHHHHHRRR-----
Gonzalez: Aries despierta su hombro!
Cortez: FFFFFFUUUUUUU---
Almost showcasing some of his English skills, Cortez is almost as disappointed as Serial, who shrugs his head in chagrin before picking up the stirring Dolphin and lifting him up into a Torture Rack arrangement. The audience grows excited in the thought of Serial hitting his signature finishing maneuver, but their grown excitement is in vain as a desperate Aries breaks free from the rack by continuously clobbering the hidden temple of Serial’s head, knocking the Aerodynamic Assassin into a standing slumber. The Master of the Mat reawakens the luchadore from his daze by hurling him to the ropes with an Irish Whip, Serial simply goes with the motions at a lackluster speed, which allows Sean to telegraph the movements of his foe before snatching him up into a Fireman’s Carry before driving forward in the direction of Serial’s head, causing a brutal collision of cranium and canvas. Aries leans over his demolished foe, hooking a single leg as Mitch drops down to do his job.
OOOOOOONNNNNNEEEEE!!!!
TTTTTTWWWWOOOOOOO!!!!!
TTTTTHHHHHRRRR-----
Brunswick: GUNNAR BREAKS THE COUNT!
Smith: Ok, so now that I know Genocide has not been renamed, but simply dead… I gotta ask, why doesn’t Wuher wanna let Aries win the title? I mean Sean has never been Undisputed champion, whereas Gunnar has.
Brunswick: Gunnar hasn’t been Undisputed champion, but only NET champion. Remember that NET title existed before anyone really cared about PRW. Comparing the NET title to the Undisputed Championship of Internet Wrestling, is like comparing Taco Bell to authentic Mexican food.
After delivering a vicious Soccer Kick to the spine of Aries to break the count, Wuher follows up by annihilating the sternum of Sean with a second Soccer Kick, which drops the Dolphin clean to the canvas. Still, the former North American champion shows his iron will as he pushes back up to a seated arrangement. A golden heart leads to a bruised chest however, as Wuher attempts a third consecutive Soccer Kick. However, right before the foot of the Viking can cave in Sean’s chest, the gamer like reflexes allow Aries to parry the slicing blow by catching the foot of Wuher and countering with a clubbing blow to the thigh of Gunnar. With the former NET champion bent forward due to the sudden shock of pain in his lower appendage, the Philadelphia native blurs to his feet before locking a clench around the head of the Patron Saint of Rearranging Faces, and dropping to a sit-out arrangement with a Sit-out Jawbreaker. The impulse behind the drop equates to an equal or greater reaction as the Viking gushes to his feet. Gunnar holds his mouth tightly sidetracked from any of Sean’s current strategies. Eventually one of those game plans of the Dolphin comes to fruition as Aries turns his back to Gunnar (like the Genocide days) before applying a Three-Quarter Facelock and kneeling down. With a single tug, Sean flips Gunnar forward like a Judo master, pulling a Tony Schiavone as he puts Wuher’s butt to a seat with a Snapmare.
Gonzalez: Como chingates penche Aries.
Cortez: No me puches a la verga verde Gonzalez! Lechusa.
Following the Snapmare, the American Dolphin shows more traits of a pitbull than a dolphin, as he continues an aggressive streak by applying an inverted Facelock before pulling Da’ Pimp out of his residence before twisting into a Rolling Cutter. Having been slammed face first into the mat with the Cutter, Gunnar exits stage right by rolling to the outside. Aries turns his focus back to Serial who is now beginning to stir. Sean peppers his jab at his Mexican foe, forcing Serial to eat a few punches en route to lifting up completely. A dazzled Serial makes for an easier target, and the American Dolphin takes advantage of this fact by winding back and slinging forward with a Roundhouse Kick a la Chuck Norris. A move utilized by Walker, Texas Ranger to put down many a foe, connects not with the Immigration Sensation but with solid air. Gunnar Wuher makes himself known again trying to take full advantage of a hazy Serial, where his former partner could not. The Viking tucks his abnormally large head under a shoulder of Serial before lifting him into the air before dropping to a single knee. Hoping to decimate Serial’s tail bone with an Inverted Atomic Drop, Wuher’s hopes are smashed as Serial pushes himself off in mid-air and lands on his feet, mere inches away from a vastly different fate. The Aerodynamic Assassin utilizes his agility and quick decision making to step off Wuher’s extended knee before spinning off his shoulders with a backwards rotation that spirals Serial through the air. The SoCal Killa floats over Sean’s head, clutching it before driving it to the canvas with a Backflip DDT. Rather than go for a pin, Serial raises to feet his as quickly as possible, an unfortunate choice for the luchadore. Avenging the fact that he was just utilized as a stepping stone, Gunnar stampedes towards Serial trying his best to decapitate the Mexican in front of his peers. Wuher is unsuccessful in his attempt, but is successful in a malicious Lariat which sends Serial spinning before he crashes and burns to the canvas. Wuher recalibrates his strategy as his opponents twitch across the canvas.
Brunswick: What a Lariat by Gunnar! Maybe he should hurry up and go for a pin.
Smith: That would make too much sense, so I don’t expect him to do that.
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Nov 20 2010, 04:14 AM
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*bop*
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In quite possibly the most pivotal moment of his career, Sean Aries couldn't fathom one good word to describe this match to himself. He shook his head as he felt Gunnar's banana-like fingers gripping his untamed slithering locks of auburn tresses. Sean felt like he had been on a week long bender of energy drink's and diet pills, feeling his third greatest fear, right behind spiders, realized. Aries knew he had a 33.3 (repeating of course) chance of winning the World Title, but as long as he didn't get pinned he couldn't beat himself entirely up for it, technically he didn't lose. Sean felt his thoughts and clarity begin to unfog, right as Gunnar delivered a simple haymaker to the back of Sean's skull, sending him lunging forward, and careening to the outside, his vision blurred, and everything started to feel like a really bad Grateful Dead felt poster, feeling his body instinctively rolling outside from his slumped position, flopping onto the mat as his head disappeared beneath the ring apron, his body slowly crawling. While Gunnar and Serial heard the roar of fans, Sean Aries heard the fearful strikes of mortars in the distance, his brain slightly scrambled from the punch to the head. His own inner voice slurring.
Brunswick: Gunnar Wuher getting Serial in a headlock! Taking a break from that onslaught.
Smith: Yea.. Gunnar...what? I lost interest in this match about 15 minutes ago.
Regardless of "Teach Me how to" Dougie Smith's opinions and lack of attention span Aries slowly crawled out and stayed tucked against the side of the ring apron, now sporting a black headband, the back trailing to his neck, as he slowly crept into the ring, mud-crawling up to Gunnar, and slowly rising, in slick-rambo fashion. Gunnar looks down at Serial, but is quickly cut off as a large forearm wraps around his gullet and another traps his arm and forces his head forward, in a low, 100 Marlboro's a day voice, Sean whispers to Gunnar.
...Metal Gear
Gunnar doesn't get a reaction, as he is immediately locked into a cobra clutch, Sean pulled him away from Serial, his strength over the Mexican fading. Aries tightened his grip, his rage and desire for the Undisputed Title reigning over his need for possible medical attention. Sean felt his arm locked securely, Wuher far to preoccupied with his own headlock to prepare for Sean's far more superior and elegant cobra clutch! Sean could sense Gunnar's windpipe weaken, his own sense of dominance radiating from him like a nuclear fridge from the 1590's. Wuher released Serial, who dropped to one knee, rubbing his temple as Sean pulled away with Gunnar, full on strangling him and dragging him to the ropes, Gunnar frantically tried to grab Sean's forearm with his free hand, his grubby fingers pratically digging into skin. Gunnar's balance was tossed aside though as Sean twisted sideways and heaved his body towards the ropes, letting go and letting inertia do her job, Gunnar Wuher flopping into the ropes, and head first out of the ring and to the mat. Wuher choked as his lung's found fresh air. Sean twisted his head slowly, bringing his attention to the Hispanic at the Disco. Sean stroked his beard and chuckled, his voice still awkwardly raspy and hoarse.
Sean Aries: Serial...fighting me is like tumbling 4,000 feet high from the sky into a lake filled with venomous snakes equipped with hydraulic teeth capable of crushing car doors.
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seiral: What the fuck does that mean?
Sean chuckles, lunging with two steps towards Serial and catching him with an arm drag, dragging him to the mat, and sending him reeling, Aries doing a quick judo hop backwards and does another quick lunge for him catch Serial around the waist as he slowly earns creeper status, his beard crawling into Serial's view, feeling as though the only way to stop Sean, is to have him take a seat.
Sean Aries: It's fucking dangerous.
Serial, still absolutely confused, feels Sean toss his weight with all his might and nail The Hidden Hybrid with a German Suplex, that was as sweet as the chocolate from the move's origin. Sean felt himself transforming from his normal Half-dolphin, Half-Human hybrid, his mind still distant from the Gunnar punch earlier. Serial started to stir from the suplex, getting to his feet, and Gunnar was now sliding into the ring looking for another weapon to wail on Sean's wiener with. Aries crouched down to one knee, bringing his hands together as he watched both men from opposite turnbuckles, slowly forgetting petty squabbles and aiming for Sean. Aries seemed to daze out, his head falling into his hands, as both men felt now was the appropriate time to approach the Dolphin. Aries, however was still far from right in the head, as he felt a hand grip his shoulder, and by instinct, caught both in the groin with quick uppercut to the groin, both men falling to their knee's with Sean.
Aries: One, be as deceptive as The Jersey Devil
Sean tucks and rolls through both men, standing up and the end of the roll and charging towards the ropes, bouncing off them and charging towards the backs of his opponents. Sean hops through the two competitors and bounces off the other ropes, charging back and jump, knocking both backwards with a double low drop kick. Sean runs parallel to the previous ropes and then jumps in the air, sentoning both men. The crowd went nuts as Sean continued his semi-concussed adrenaline rush, standing up and speaking, so only those two could hear.
Aries: Two, have the grace of an American Bottle-Nosed Dolphin!
Sean grabs Serial by the slack of his mask, bringing him to his feet. Unknowingly, Gunnar clipped Sean's knee out from under him, planting him on the mat. Sean felt Gunnar's banana hand once again grabbing at his well toned calf, Aries, still feeling quite alright, lifts his free boot, and kicks Gunnar off, causing The Viking to cover his nose in anguish, watching Aries scurry away and outside of the ring, diving over the barricade and crawling into the first row, causing some spectators to gasp in awe.
Brunswick: I don't know what Sean's doing.. but it's working.
Smith: It could be a minor lapse in mental judgment, as Sean seems to be role playing Solid Snake.. this could be minor psychological trauma to the skull for Sean, nothing serious, but still.
Brunswick: Shouldn't we get him some medical attention? Perhaps call the match?!
Smith: I would, but this is actually entertaining me, knowing Sean Aries is has lost in mentally brings me a lot of joy. I hope its permanent and he get's stuck like this, haha!
While Aries has seemingly turned on his Predator sense, Gunnar and Serial continue to battle in the ring, ignoring Sean who has disappeared from the match. Gunnar gets the upper hand, and clocks Serial with a short arm clothesline, following Serial to the mat and going for a quick cover.
1....
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No three count!
Sean has shown up out of nowhere, and pulled Mitchellson out of the ring, sliding in after and staring down Gunnar, now realizing the pin was broken up, shattering his chances of ever holding the belt..for now at least. The American Dolphin slid on the ground like an legless hobo chasing a runaway hot dog cart. He propped himself up, catching Gunnar as he stood over Serial, and tackled him into the corner. Sean popped up, pressing Gunnar into the turnbuckle and staring him down, his thick beard sitting proudly in front of him, like an uninvited 3rd party guest.
Aries: Three, elude your opponent with the mystery, and stealth of the Mexican Chupacabra.
Sean turns and runs toward Serial, slowly down to a light jog as his adrenaline is starting to fade away, Serial props himself up in an opposite corner, still taken back by this surprise attack....jack. Sean stops short of colliding with Serial and turns around, ceasing from attacking El Campeon. Sean set's his sights on Gunnar and prepares to take charge, only to hop back and mule kick Serial in the face, watching over his shoulder as Serial bounced up and then crumbled in the corner, his hands rubbing the side of his head. Sean twisted around and dropped to the mat, crawing to Serial.
Aries: Four, Prey without mercy, like with swift Canadian Wolf.
Gunnar quickly sprints over and plants a boot to the back of Sean's head while he's down, and everything turns to static for The Dolphin. Shaking his head, Aries seems to be back to normal, realizing everything that just happened, forgetting the fifth animal..Sean looked up and saw Serial, swirling his head trying to snap out of his daze. Sean, remembering the kick tried to stand, only to feel the giant gorilla-esque foot smash into his spine, pinning him to the mat. Sean tried as hard as he could to remember the last animal, running through the list and coming down to Emily's mock power animal, slowly having it come to him, as another boot came down onto him, feeling a major annoyance swell in the back of his head, Aries blinked twice and felt his blood boil, remembering that silly animal.
Aries: Five, have the humble rage, of the Great Panda.
Sean's fist pound the mat, rolling over and snagging Gunnars boot, right before it came down on his chest. Sean held Gunnar in place, as Serial stirred to his feet, stepping backwards and standing on the second turnbuckle. Serial leaped forward and wrapped himself around Gunnar's head, Aries let go of the boot as Serial swung his legs around, pulling Gunnar down with a tornado DDT. Sean clapped and brought himself to his feet slowly, letting Gunnar and Serial focus on one another for a few seconds, picking his spot carefully. Sean watches as Serial started to forearm Gunnar, pinning him against the ropes. Sean jogs over, looking to take out Serial while Gunnars out for the moment. Unfortunately, Gunnar manages to get Serial with a thumb to the eye, and catch Sean in a bear hug. Gunnar, being a viking, side stepped and hoisted Sean over the ropes and to the concrete floor below with a belly to belly suplex variation. Sean tumbled, to the ground, but not before smacking the side of the ring on the way down, shocking his mind back to normal once more.
Aries felt the wind rush out of his body, choking as he panicked at the though of Serial, or worse, Gunnar getting a win while he was out side the ring like a scared dog in the rain. Sean felt oxygen slowly return, and his stomach started to loosen, as he pulled himself up via the ring steps, and slid in, just in time too!
1...
2....
NO!
Sean springs up and dolphin dives onto Serial, who had gotten the upper hand, to break up the pin in the nick of time! Aries, Serial and Gunnar all scramble to.. nowhere, exhaustion has started to set in, as Sean kept his eye on both opponents, scrambling to other sides. Sean wasn't in pain, well.. he was, but that wasn't a priority in his list of feelings. Sean was starting to get..hungry. Aries, slightly delirious, hollered out to both his opponents, who were already confused and disoriented by his unorthodox tactics for the second half of this battle.
Aries: WHERE THE HELL IS MY DAMN SANDWICH?!
Sean steps out of the corner, catching a charging Gunnar with a move unfamiliar to the world of wrestling, but fairly common in the world of hockey. Sean clipped his knee against Gunnar's, sending him toppling over and to the mat, seething as he grabbed his knee. Sean skidded to a halt and directed his attention to Serial, who was coming towards him fast. Aries did a quick spin and hoisted his elbow, looking to catch Serial off guard, who easily ducked, everybody ducks. Serial was quicker on the turn around, and pulled Sean down into a school boy, hoping his opponent was dizzy enough to ignore the idea of kicking out. Serials own exhaustion showed, as he over shot the school boy, Sean rolling through and ending up behind him. Sean was the one now with the advantage, and with Serial still looking for Sean, Aries quickly picked Serial up, twisted him around, and dumped him on his head, holding the legs as the came down going for the pin!
Brunswick: Durban Poison, it hits you out of nowhere!
Smith: Nice weed joke, loser. Sean needs to win this though, after a lot of though, we have Gunnar... Sean.. and the Mexican, which would one honestly want to hold the belt?
1!
2
NO... NO WAY JOSE
Gunnar breaks up the count, his knee still throbbing, pissed off at Sean for the cheap shot. Ironically, Sean was MORE pissed at Gunnar for blowing his chance at the Undisputed Title. Gunnar pulled Sean up and away from Serial, seeming to be out cold for the moment. Gunnar catches Sean with a hard forearm, followed by jumping up onto his shoulders, hooking the arms. As Gunnar started to tuck himself down, Aries held his ground, leaning down in a crouch to prevent the plant. Sean manages to shake Gunnar's balance after all, he is a top heavy Viking sitting on someones shoulders. Wuher slid down the back of Sean, missing his chance at planting the gamer. Sean twists around again and blatantly punches the back of Gunnars knee, the one previously struck from earlier. Aries brings back the charlie horse from hell, as Gunnar steps away, clutching his knee and slowly sinking to the mat. Sean turns around, bent over as he sprung up, tearing his shirt in half as he stormed after The Viking, grabbing his leg and dragging him towards the middle. Serial had still made his presence, laying face up on the mat. Sean quickly folded the legs of Gunnar, and stepped over, locking in the Ancient Chinese Flipper Lock, a move handed down from generation to generation to those who possess the power of the porpoise. Gunnar screamed in agony, fingernails clutching the canvas, clawing with the most effort but to no avail!. Sean felt secure with his distance from the ropes, and dropped to the mat, wrapping his legs around Gunnar as he howled in misery, feet away from the ropes, feeling like a rat trapped in a dumpster full of rabid cats.
Brunswick: Sean Aries some how able to pull himself together and take total control of this match!
Smith: This company is so fucked if he pulls this off..
FINISHER SUB ATTEMPT
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Nov 20 2010, 11:09 AM
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Howling out in utter anguish as his knee is literally torn apart by the Ancient Chinese Flipper Lock, Gunnar Wuher flails wildly as he attempts to either free his body from the torturous hold or managed to land any part of his being across the ring ropes. His nails sink into the canvas as deeply as he can managed, The Patron Saint of Rearranging Your Face desperately clawing his way forward; any progress he makes however would need to be measured in millimeters with the two hundred plus pounds of Porpoise wrapped around his legs.
Brunswick: The Ancient Chinese Flipper Lock! Sean has this one!
Smith: Hold on, Gunnar looks like he may have a way out!
Desperate for any probable idea of escape, Wuher actually manages to find something that just might work as he forces his arms to extend fully and pushes his upper torso up off the canvas as far as he can manage. Dropping down as if doing a push up, Gunnar thrusts his body with all he can toward a roll to his right; Aries manages however to be one step ahead. The American Dolphin rolls left just a second before Wuher and the entire hold rolls back toward center ring, Gunnar looking to escape regardless in the confusion. But the years of training Sean had to undergo to master the Ancient Chinese Flipper Lock prevail, as The Porpoise with a Purpose retains control of the submission hold; Wuher left in tears as all his hopes of escape are seemingly crushed and the pain within his knee becomes too great for him to continue to ignore. Crying out in agony, anger, and anguish, Gunnar’s right hand goes up to acknowledge his defeat, yet fate intervenes to save him.
Brunswick: Serial with a dropkick to the head!
Smith: How the hell did he manage that?!
With little to no sense left in him as he had risen, The Protested Hero had indeed manage to return to his feet and by some unknown means mustered the coordination to stumble towards Sean Aries and dropkick him in the back of the cranium. The Training instructs Aries never to release the Ancient Chinese Flipper Lock, but the single second of unconsciousness the follows the dropkick is just enough for Wuher to pull himself free of the hold and roll away. With his knee in literal ruin Wuher seems the most likely prey for whichever of his opponents would rise first, Sean Aries or Serial.
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