Post by Winston Wilson on Feb 12, 2018 7:52:32 GMT -5
Alexa and Hiroshi stand before the booing PCW faithful and laugh as they mock them for their stupidity.
They had a plan going in and no one saw it coming.
Braddock was the third man..
Braddock was tired of PCW’s shit.
And as he said.. when he needed them most where were they?
No phone calls no emails no contact what so ever.
Who knew company suits could be so heartless? She did of course. Their only interest lies in how much they can make off you before you break down. And that is precisely what happened. Then they cast you aside without so much as a thank you.
So Alexa took it upon herself to see to his recovery after his horrific car accident. She was there from day 1 till the end.
Walking through the curtains smiling Alexa turns and flips off the crowd before following Hiroshi backstage. Braddock had probably gone ahead and gone out to celebrate with a beer or 10 and that was fine. He has earned his keep.
Braddock was the newest member of their alliance and they knew that he would be a valuable ally. He was violent unhinged and certainly didn’t care about championships.
He, like them was in it for the love of chaos , violence and payback for PCW.
One pissed off person with a grudge can be problematic but three people can really fuck things up...
The dastardly duo continue walking their path to the private locker room reserved for them by Alexa. She like Hiroshi had demanded privacy and certainly didn’t want to be around the other plebs who inhabited this company. She was a star so was Hiroshi and they were to be treated as such.
The filthy looks and snide comments whispered behind their backs meant nothing. Alexa and Hiroshi ignored them as they had no time for it. They had to implement the next phase of their plan.
PCW would pay dearly for ruining her. Alexa thought to herself.
They blocked her at every turn and she had to fight for everything and rise to the top of PCW. There were countless times she was down but never out. Hiroshi was the key. She had the big guy and was making sure she was in control.
Hiroshi being a competitor in the North American Championship Tournament was just a sweet bonus really. She knew the high regard it held within the company as she herself was a former champion.
One of the longest reigning in PCW’s history.
243 days as champion. Not many can say they’ve achieved that.
Now with Hiroshi at her side a formidable monster in his own right she can really cause trouble.
Hiroshi having won his match to advance in the tournament however was a little more focused on how he lost to Tyler Scott. That stung.
He should not have lost to some limey punk who showed up out of nowhere after being gone for so long.
Sitting down in front of the tv he puts in a disc and Trauma 224 plays as he focuses intently on the screen
Hiroshi Yukio charges forward, nailing Tyler Scott with a kick to the sternum that floors him. Hiroshi then lifts Tyler up, attempting to put him over his shoulder in position for the sit out Fire Thunder driver, but Tyler Scott, not to be finished, wiggles his legs and kicks off behind Yukio's back. Before Hiroshi can finish the move, Tyler has slipped behind him, pushing him into the turnbuckles and tripping his foot from behind.
Hiroshi stumbles forward and connects solidly with the top turnbuckle and he falls off balance. Tyler Scott uses this backward momentum to roll him into a schoolboy, which is of great difficulty with the bulk of Yukio. But at length he has his legs pressing down and the roll up as tight as he can make it.
Jerry Andrews: What is this, he's looking to surprise Hiroshi here.
Ace Anderson: Hiroshi was phased by hitting the turnbuckle, his own size and bulk led to his center of gravity being used against him.
The referee and the crowd: ONE...
TWO... THREE!!
But just as the referee's hand hits three Hiroshi breaks free of the schoolboy.
The giant and Tyler Scott both recuperate on the mat, looking around and trying to figure out what just happened. The ring announcer is conferring with the referee, and the crowd is buzzing in confusion and anticipation.
Jerry Andrews: What happened?! Hiroshi kicked out... didn't he?
Ace Anderson: I can swear I saw the referee's hand hit the three count. What is his decision going to be?
Jerry Andrews: It has to have been a two count. Hiroshi clearly got free before the final three count.
Ace Anderson: We aren't sitting very far away so I have to question what angle you could possibly have been looking at, partner. I saw a three count.
Hiroshi and Tyler Scott are both on their feet, trying to plead their case to the referee, who orders the bell rung now. The ring announcer shrugs and goes along with it as if it wasn't the call she wouldn't have made.
Sasha Greene: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has decided that Hiroshi Yukio's shoulders did not clear the mat in time to entirely break the final count... so the winner of this match, by pinfall... TYLER SCOTT!!!
Hiroshi roars with anger and punches the TV leaving a huge ham fist sized dent in it.
Alexa quickly comes over and tries to calm the giant who’s face is now tomato red. His body shakes and his face is a cold fury.
"Hiroshi Sama please calm down. You need to stop upsetting yourself. It was a lucky fluke helped by poor officiating.
I guarantee you it will NOT happened again. Because if it does they will all suffer our wrath."
Hiroshi turns to Aleca and nods.
"Yes. This time I will destroy him and win or lose he won't be walking out of there on his own willpower."
The big man rises and leaves the locker room.
Suddenly the shrill beeps of a cell phone ring out and Alexa reaches into her picket pulling out her phone.
.
"Hi bsbe....Yeah you can? Ok great"
She snaos the cell phone shut with am evil grin and walks off to join Hiroshi.
They had a plan going in and no one saw it coming.
Braddock was the third man..
Braddock was tired of PCW’s shit.
And as he said.. when he needed them most where were they?
No phone calls no emails no contact what so ever.
Who knew company suits could be so heartless? She did of course. Their only interest lies in how much they can make off you before you break down. And that is precisely what happened. Then they cast you aside without so much as a thank you.
So Alexa took it upon herself to see to his recovery after his horrific car accident. She was there from day 1 till the end.
Walking through the curtains smiling Alexa turns and flips off the crowd before following Hiroshi backstage. Braddock had probably gone ahead and gone out to celebrate with a beer or 10 and that was fine. He has earned his keep.
Braddock was the newest member of their alliance and they knew that he would be a valuable ally. He was violent unhinged and certainly didn’t care about championships.
He, like them was in it for the love of chaos , violence and payback for PCW.
One pissed off person with a grudge can be problematic but three people can really fuck things up...
The dastardly duo continue walking their path to the private locker room reserved for them by Alexa. She like Hiroshi had demanded privacy and certainly didn’t want to be around the other plebs who inhabited this company. She was a star so was Hiroshi and they were to be treated as such.
The filthy looks and snide comments whispered behind their backs meant nothing. Alexa and Hiroshi ignored them as they had no time for it. They had to implement the next phase of their plan.
PCW would pay dearly for ruining her. Alexa thought to herself.
They blocked her at every turn and she had to fight for everything and rise to the top of PCW. There were countless times she was down but never out. Hiroshi was the key. She had the big guy and was making sure she was in control.
Hiroshi being a competitor in the North American Championship Tournament was just a sweet bonus really. She knew the high regard it held within the company as she herself was a former champion.
One of the longest reigning in PCW’s history.
243 days as champion. Not many can say they’ve achieved that.
Now with Hiroshi at her side a formidable monster in his own right she can really cause trouble.
Hiroshi having won his match to advance in the tournament however was a little more focused on how he lost to Tyler Scott. That stung.
He should not have lost to some limey punk who showed up out of nowhere after being gone for so long.
Sitting down in front of the tv he puts in a disc and Trauma 224 plays as he focuses intently on the screen
Hiroshi Yukio charges forward, nailing Tyler Scott with a kick to the sternum that floors him. Hiroshi then lifts Tyler up, attempting to put him over his shoulder in position for the sit out Fire Thunder driver, but Tyler Scott, not to be finished, wiggles his legs and kicks off behind Yukio's back. Before Hiroshi can finish the move, Tyler has slipped behind him, pushing him into the turnbuckles and tripping his foot from behind.
Hiroshi stumbles forward and connects solidly with the top turnbuckle and he falls off balance. Tyler Scott uses this backward momentum to roll him into a schoolboy, which is of great difficulty with the bulk of Yukio. But at length he has his legs pressing down and the roll up as tight as he can make it.
Jerry Andrews: What is this, he's looking to surprise Hiroshi here.
Ace Anderson: Hiroshi was phased by hitting the turnbuckle, his own size and bulk led to his center of gravity being used against him.
The referee and the crowd: ONE...
TWO... THREE!!
But just as the referee's hand hits three Hiroshi breaks free of the schoolboy.
The giant and Tyler Scott both recuperate on the mat, looking around and trying to figure out what just happened. The ring announcer is conferring with the referee, and the crowd is buzzing in confusion and anticipation.
Jerry Andrews: What happened?! Hiroshi kicked out... didn't he?
Ace Anderson: I can swear I saw the referee's hand hit the three count. What is his decision going to be?
Jerry Andrews: It has to have been a two count. Hiroshi clearly got free before the final three count.
Ace Anderson: We aren't sitting very far away so I have to question what angle you could possibly have been looking at, partner. I saw a three count.
Hiroshi and Tyler Scott are both on their feet, trying to plead their case to the referee, who orders the bell rung now. The ring announcer shrugs and goes along with it as if it wasn't the call she wouldn't have made.
Sasha Greene: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has decided that Hiroshi Yukio's shoulders did not clear the mat in time to entirely break the final count... so the winner of this match, by pinfall... TYLER SCOTT!!!
Hiroshi roars with anger and punches the TV leaving a huge ham fist sized dent in it.
Alexa quickly comes over and tries to calm the giant who’s face is now tomato red. His body shakes and his face is a cold fury.
"Hiroshi Sama please calm down. You need to stop upsetting yourself. It was a lucky fluke helped by poor officiating.
I guarantee you it will NOT happened again. Because if it does they will all suffer our wrath."
Hiroshi turns to Aleca and nods.
"Yes. This time I will destroy him and win or lose he won't be walking out of there on his own willpower."
The big man rises and leaves the locker room.
Suddenly the shrill beeps of a cell phone ring out and Alexa reaches into her picket pulling out her phone.
.
"Hi bsbe....Yeah you can? Ok great"
She snaos the cell phone shut with am evil grin and walks off to join Hiroshi.