Post by WCWA Online on Feb 24, 2016 10:43:12 GMT -5
A writing project in my class today had me write a one page short story recounting a dramatic tale with an underdog. I thought that the Heavyweight championship match between Tommy End and Claudio Castagnoli was the best thing I could use to tell this story. This is a very different format from my typical writing style and you'll notice a few odd words in it. Those are mostly the assigned words to use for this. It's a bit of a reimagined story to fit all of the words I needed to use, but enjoy this different glance into the WCWA universe.
The tension had been building for months. Tommy End, the International champion, the secondary championship of the World Championship Wrestling Alliance, had been running through all challengers and seemed near impervious to defeat. He had smashed Beef Wellington’s face into a pultaceous crimson mess with a series of knee lifts in his previous encounter. But now as he looked ahead to the future, he realized he was dealing with his gravest challenge yet.
Claudio Castagnoli had been in the federation for under a year and in that time, he remained completely undefeated, a paragon of professional wrestling not rivaled by his peers. No one in the history of the company had racked up a winning streak like Claudio’s, a twenty two and zero win streak with wins in every variation of match possible. He had defeated Jack Evans to capture the grandest championship, the Heavyweight Championship of the World in his last big match encounter. Claudio had stepped into the ring with the best competitors that had laced up boots and with the help of his nefarious Kings of Wrestling cohorts, particularly Chris Hero and Emil Sitoci, every match he entered he came out victorious.
Claudio’s brutal attacks and brute physical nature allowed him to easily overpower many of his much smaller opponents with great ease. Particularly, his giant swing left opponents in a state of maelstrom. Castagnoli would lift opponents by their feet and viciously swing them by their legs, causing the blood to flow to their brains and their equilibriums to be completely thrown into a loop. Claudio seemed impervious to the dizzying effects of the giant swing, often immediately attacking opponents again moments after releasing the swing.
Tommy End prepared himself for this, his biggest challenge, with his most ascetic diet to date. Cutting all alcohol from his diet and trimming most fats from his diet, Tommy End was at his absolute leanest but also the bulkiest muscle mass to date. The International champion who typically walked around at two hundred and ten pounds with a bit of extra fat was entering the championship weigh ins at two hundred and fifteen pounds and appeared to be the most muscular of his career.
Smugly and reprehensibly, an unimpressed Claudio Castagnoli simply spat in Tommy End’s face at the weigh-ins. Claudio kept a near religious training regimen daily regardless of the competition he was entering and it showed. While his combat garb was typically a sarcastic and ironic diaphanous dress shirt, on this evening as he stoically walked towards the ring with the Heavyweight championship belt firmly strapped around his waist and the sounds of Nas’ “Hate Me Now” pulsating through the arena, Claudio sported simply the a-typical brief style wrestling trunks in a vibrant red, a deliberate attire choice that showed off his Goliath like physic and eight pack abs. His arms were the size of most men’s legs with bulbous veins protruding out. Tommy End had found himself in quite the quagmire this evening.
With both combatants in the ring, senior official Jason Verdoes gathered them to the center of the ring for pre-match instructions. Verdoes had been with the company since day one and had delivered hundreds of these sets of instructions, giving a brief reminder of the rules and regulations of what would be expected in the match. However, the stakes in this match were higher than in any he had previously watched over and the thirty one year old referee knew it was his hand alone that would decide who walked away with the Heavyweight Championship of the World on this evening in Nevada.
The match began as expected. Claudio immediately dominated and rag dolled the smaller Tommy End. The match spilled to the outside of the ring and Castagnoli slammed End into the unguarded metal guardrails at ringside and then peeled the protective mats off of the floor and threw Tommy End onto the cold, unforgiving concrete of the arena floor. The vicious attack continued with a shove into the solid steel ring post. Claudio prepared for a death blow uppercut with Tommy End sandwiched against the post, but Tommy moved and it was only Claudio’s forearm clattering the steel post.
This was a turning point in the contest as Claudio’s arm was nearly inoperable. The match resumed inside of the ring and Tommy End took advantage, using his paragon Maui Thai strikes to slowly decimate the giant champion. He broke down Castagnoli’s legs with a series of leg kicks and occasionally resumed targeting the glaring injured arm with unusual kicks to the forearm and elbow. The largest turning point in the match however came when Tommy End escaped the maelstrom vortex of the giant swing and immediately clasped the back of Claudio’s head, forcing him into a Thai plume and driving knee after knee into Claudio’s face. The champion was stunned, dazed, and confused as the visceral fluids leaked from his open wounds, splattering the canvas with a macabre painting.
Claudio was able to get free from the clinching knee strikes and threw a desperation uppercut, one of his signature strikes, though this time it was thrown with complete reckless abandon. And this was his downfall, as Tommy End jumped and wrapped his legs around the thrown uppercut, flipping Claudio downwards and flat to his back. Tommy End fought to get the arm extended and when it was completely flat, the elbow bent in a horribly awkward way, Claudio realized he had no choice to submit. He had taken his first defeat and it was much worse than a pin fall loss, he was forced to submit to Tommy End’s arm bar.
Claudio Castagnoli had been in the federation for under a year and in that time, he remained completely undefeated, a paragon of professional wrestling not rivaled by his peers. No one in the history of the company had racked up a winning streak like Claudio’s, a twenty two and zero win streak with wins in every variation of match possible. He had defeated Jack Evans to capture the grandest championship, the Heavyweight Championship of the World in his last big match encounter. Claudio had stepped into the ring with the best competitors that had laced up boots and with the help of his nefarious Kings of Wrestling cohorts, particularly Chris Hero and Emil Sitoci, every match he entered he came out victorious.
Claudio’s brutal attacks and brute physical nature allowed him to easily overpower many of his much smaller opponents with great ease. Particularly, his giant swing left opponents in a state of maelstrom. Castagnoli would lift opponents by their feet and viciously swing them by their legs, causing the blood to flow to their brains and their equilibriums to be completely thrown into a loop. Claudio seemed impervious to the dizzying effects of the giant swing, often immediately attacking opponents again moments after releasing the swing.
Tommy End prepared himself for this, his biggest challenge, with his most ascetic diet to date. Cutting all alcohol from his diet and trimming most fats from his diet, Tommy End was at his absolute leanest but also the bulkiest muscle mass to date. The International champion who typically walked around at two hundred and ten pounds with a bit of extra fat was entering the championship weigh ins at two hundred and fifteen pounds and appeared to be the most muscular of his career.
Smugly and reprehensibly, an unimpressed Claudio Castagnoli simply spat in Tommy End’s face at the weigh-ins. Claudio kept a near religious training regimen daily regardless of the competition he was entering and it showed. While his combat garb was typically a sarcastic and ironic diaphanous dress shirt, on this evening as he stoically walked towards the ring with the Heavyweight championship belt firmly strapped around his waist and the sounds of Nas’ “Hate Me Now” pulsating through the arena, Claudio sported simply the a-typical brief style wrestling trunks in a vibrant red, a deliberate attire choice that showed off his Goliath like physic and eight pack abs. His arms were the size of most men’s legs with bulbous veins protruding out. Tommy End had found himself in quite the quagmire this evening.
With both combatants in the ring, senior official Jason Verdoes gathered them to the center of the ring for pre-match instructions. Verdoes had been with the company since day one and had delivered hundreds of these sets of instructions, giving a brief reminder of the rules and regulations of what would be expected in the match. However, the stakes in this match were higher than in any he had previously watched over and the thirty one year old referee knew it was his hand alone that would decide who walked away with the Heavyweight Championship of the World on this evening in Nevada.
The match began as expected. Claudio immediately dominated and rag dolled the smaller Tommy End. The match spilled to the outside of the ring and Castagnoli slammed End into the unguarded metal guardrails at ringside and then peeled the protective mats off of the floor and threw Tommy End onto the cold, unforgiving concrete of the arena floor. The vicious attack continued with a shove into the solid steel ring post. Claudio prepared for a death blow uppercut with Tommy End sandwiched against the post, but Tommy moved and it was only Claudio’s forearm clattering the steel post.
This was a turning point in the contest as Claudio’s arm was nearly inoperable. The match resumed inside of the ring and Tommy End took advantage, using his paragon Maui Thai strikes to slowly decimate the giant champion. He broke down Castagnoli’s legs with a series of leg kicks and occasionally resumed targeting the glaring injured arm with unusual kicks to the forearm and elbow. The largest turning point in the match however came when Tommy End escaped the maelstrom vortex of the giant swing and immediately clasped the back of Claudio’s head, forcing him into a Thai plume and driving knee after knee into Claudio’s face. The champion was stunned, dazed, and confused as the visceral fluids leaked from his open wounds, splattering the canvas with a macabre painting.
Claudio was able to get free from the clinching knee strikes and threw a desperation uppercut, one of his signature strikes, though this time it was thrown with complete reckless abandon. And this was his downfall, as Tommy End jumped and wrapped his legs around the thrown uppercut, flipping Claudio downwards and flat to his back. Tommy End fought to get the arm extended and when it was completely flat, the elbow bent in a horribly awkward way, Claudio realized he had no choice to submit. He had taken his first defeat and it was much worse than a pin fall loss, he was forced to submit to Tommy End’s arm bar.
