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M5: Horestes Girotti© vs. Serial; REF: 'Big' Dick Rogers
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Topic Started: Oct 13 2012, 08:03 AM (989 Views)
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Lollinus
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Oct 28 2012, 03:46 PM
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Serial
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Oct 29 2012, 04:23 PM
Post #12
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Controlled Chaos.
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An incredulous glare from Girotti stares down his broken pile of opponent. How is Serial still conscious? Why isn’t this match over yet? All the questions streaming through the mind of the European aren’t aided by the rally of fans cheering for the challenger. All the cheers in the world can only do so much for the Immigration Sensation, who has taken New York Jet sized beating this evening. Still, the courageous Serial desperately crawls towards the nearest edge of the ring, only for the champion to interlude. The title holder grabs hold of the luchador by his culturally burdened artifact, his mask, before hurling him head first into a middle turnbuckle.
Brunswick: Girotti can not be happy that Serial didn’t give up. If there is one man I would not want to anger, it is the X-Division champion.
Smith: Of course he isn’t happy, and now the champ is going to take all the anger out on Serial. He should have lived to fight another day.
The voices of PRW may have a point, as Serial twirls his head off the padded steel rod, before trying desperately to rest against the bottom buckle, his arms dangling over the conjoining bottom ropes. The Bearman claws the top ropes, using his grip on the cables to add to his leverage as he repeatedly rubs the sole of his boot across the masked face of his foe. Seeing that the SoCal Killa’ isn’t going anywhere anytime soon, the Italian Giant darts across the ring before charging at his foe with a running front kick! The facewash torrentially tosses the luchador off the buckle and towards the ring floor. Before Serial is washed out of the ring, he is able to grip the bottom rope, and save himself atop the apron.
Smith: I wonder if at this particular moment in his life, if Serial wishes he were not challenging for the X-Division title. I’m sure mowing lawns is a much less demanding occupation.
Brunswick: I’m sure Serial knew the risk coming in, but title or no title, Girotti is a dangerous opponent for anyone in the PRW. Nothing can really prepare you for such a brutal opponent.
As Serial begins to stack himself on the ring border, Girotti extends himself over the top rope before reaching down and grabbing hold of the shaky Protested Hero. With both hands circumventing the head of Serial, the Tyrolean Terror pulls his rival skyward to a vertical display. The luchador shows his gratitude by grabbing the colossal sized head of Horestes and leaping off the apron, causing the champion’s throat to guillotine against the top rope via hangman! The recoil following the hangman causes Girotti to bounce backward and plummet to the canvas.
Smith: What a dirty move by Serial, to use the ropes as a weapon.
Brunswick: And Girotti it is okay to use a mace? This might be Serial’s chance to get back in this match.
While it was not the most tecnico thing to do, Serial takes advantage of the opportunity by hopping back onto the apron, before springboarding off the peak rope! While in freefall, the Immigration Sensation finds the energy to corkscrew before crashing on top of Girotti! Having connected a desperate slingshot corkscrew body splash, the luchador attempts to engrain his name into the X-Division championship by hooking the leg of the champ. Ivanovitch jumps into position before beginning to count out Horestes.
ONE…
TWO…
THR—AWWW!
Brunswick: ONLY TWO! The crowd can’t believe it! We were a blink of an eye from crowning a new champion!
Smith: Serial almost stole the belt with his damn Mexican trickery.
After a few brief moments to gather themselves, the pair of competitors surge to their feet following the failed pin attempt by Serial. Both frames wobbly from the amount of punishment acquired throughout the evening, it is Girotti that strikes first with a knife-edged chop that sends shockwaves throughout Madison Square Garden and the former Undisputed champion reeling towards a ring’s corner!
Brunswick: The unrelenting power of Girotti is such a game changer. One simple strike can turn the match in his favor in an instant.
Smith: Why doesn’t Serial just stay down this time? Hasn’t he suffered enough?
Brunswick: Listen to the crowd, Doug. They are obviously Serial’s lifeline.
The crowd shows support for Serial as he collects himself against the turnbuckles. Girotti has other plans for his adversary however, as he flings him across the ring. It is a long way from one coast to the other, and the Protested Hero takes advantage of the distance by reversing the Irish whip and instead sending the champ smashing into the trio of turnbuckles! In frantic need of manning some serious offense, Serial falters throughout the ring before turning and racing towards his cornered foe. The champion uses his muscle to hurl the oncoming Serial over the rope and towards the outside, but yet again the apron becomes Serial’s saving grace. After landing on his feet outside the ropes, Serial hurdles over the cables and takes Girotti by surprise with a back elbow!
Brunswick: Serial is leaving it all in the ring tonight, but what more could you expect from the Hall of Famer?
Smith: Don’t celebrate just yet, Brunny. Girotti is still on his feet.
Serial shuffles across the ring before dashing back towards the champ with a dropkick right to the mandible of the Mountaineer! Girotti grips the ropes, which keep the staggering seven foot giant from tumbling to the mat. The SoCal Killa’ propels to his feet before occupying the corner opposite Girotti. After gaining a jumping boost off the corner, Serial dashes across the ring with his lightning like speed before flying forward with another dropkick that connects with pinpoint like accuracy! The Hall of Famer drops to the mat, before Girotti stumbles forward and inadvertently trips over the anatomy of Serial.
Brunswick: The giant has been toppled! Can Serial take advantage of the opening?
Smith: Anytime you give a Mexican an opening, they’ll find a way to produce like five kids.
Trying to build on his momentum, the SoCal Killa’ lifts himself to his feet before clutching Girotti by his head. Serial struggles to lift the hundred and forty nine kilograms of beast to his feet, and in the time wasted, Girotti has recovered from his crash to the canvas. The champion grabs Serial by his waist before forcefully lifting him up, only to slam him back first against the mat with a dreaded spinebuster!
Brunswick: After all the damage Serial’s back has taken throughout the match, that has to be the exclamation point!
Smith: I’d be shocked if Serial could walk after that. He was practically buried into the canvas.
With Serial out of commission for the time being, Girotti searches for his Auntie Marie in hopes of closing the contest with a swing of the mace. As anticipated, the weapon of choice is found, and the Tyrolean Terror wastes no time in gripping it properly while taunting Serial to get up. The worn down luchador holds his lower back as he treads to his feet, only to be astonished as Horestes swings away like he’s a damn Yankee. Serial has enough sense in him to duck the swing, causing Girotti to strike out like a typical New York ballplayer. With the champion thrown off by momentum, the Protested Hero quickly kicks at the hands wrapped around the weapon until Girotti has no choice but to release his foreign object.
Smith: Where the hell did Serial find the energy to dodge that deathly blow?
Brunswick: Serial probably got a rush of adrenaline from seeing his life flash before him. That mace can’t just end matches, it can end livelihoods.
No longer concerned with his foreign weapon, the Italian Giant attempts to behead Serial with one of the weapons attached to his body. The lariat connects with nothing but air as Serial dips down before scurrying across the ring. On the rebound, Girotti attempts to overwhelm his foe once again, but the unmatched speed of Serial allows him to lap across the body of Horestes, before dizzying Girotti with a spinning headscissors! Mid-flight, the SoCal Killa’ cleverly transitions into a single arm takedown, dropping the mastodon to the mat! Before the New York crowd, Serial floats into a Fujiwara armbar, locking in the submission hold!
Smith: Again, Serial resorts to Mexican trickery.
Brunswick: That’s not just Mexican trickery, that’s Chicanery!
Catching him completely off-guard, Girotti agonizes in pain as he reaches for Auntie Marie which is only inches away in reach. Even for a monster like the Tyrolean Terror, the agony is devastating. With his hand slowly crawling towards the baseball mace, it becomes decision time for the Mountaineer. Will he continue to struggle towards his relative(ly dangerous weapon) or will he give into the danger that his arm has been placed in?
Brunswick: Will Girotti tap out?!? Will we have a new champion?!?
FINISHER ATTEMPT! (Chicanery!)
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Zabulon Ivanovitch
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Oct 29 2012, 06:56 PM
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Follow ze rules.
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The big crowd in the big apple is red hot as the challenger has the champion locked down in the armbar made famous by Yoshiaki Fujiwara and re-imagined by Mistico, the searing pain made all the worse by the suddenness of its application. The big man from old Italy reaches out in desperation for his precious weapon, “The Auntie Marie,” but as the Russian referee crouches down to ask Girotti if he wants to give up the mace ‘accidentally’ gets rolled out of the ring by the official’s foot!
The Tyrolean Terror looks on in terror himself as he slaps his big mitt on the mat for the club, just too late as the item rolls out to the floor. Zabulon asks Girotti if he wants to give up but the Mountaineer just screams out “NO!” With the one option left Horestes begins dragging his gigantic body towards the ropes, grunting and gritting teeth as the Luchador proves to be a poor anchor.
Girotti crawls closer and closer but his ring vet opponent has one more trick up his sleeve, hooking Girotti’s captured arm around his leg as he gets up to straddle the big man’s back. Serial snatches up the Champ’s other hand as he reaches out, snaking it around his other leg before tucking Girotti’s head down, rolling him onto his shoulders with the Gedo Clutch!
The Mountaineer desperately kicks his legs in the air in pure shock as the referee hits the mat to make the count…
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
~?
HE KICKS OUT!!?
BUT JUST A MOMENT TOO LATE!!!
( ( (DING DING DING DING DING) ) )
Here is your winner and NEEEEEEEEW PRW X-Division Champion: SERIAL!!!
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