Post by privateers on Feb 6, 2014 9:15:34 GMT -4
The lights come up on the ring, while the rest of the arena is in darkness. The ring bell clangs and Blake and Rhaps begin the contest for their respective teams. The two grapplers lock up in the middle of the ring, applying a traditional collar and elbow tie up. Testing each other’s mental fortitude as much as physical strength neither man wanting to give an inch as the glare they engage in intensifies matching their respective moods. Blake turns it into a top wristlock and then leg trips the Canterbury Carver to the floor. John’s joyless glare is evident as he mounts the opposition, he doesn’t want to mess around. Fist after fist collide with the Englishman’s skull as he faces the full brunt of Blake’s rage. The referee belatedly attempts to intervene but not before the Plymouth native manages to land a few more blows. The referee steps away from Rhaps, deeming him fit to continue. Anxious to give as good as he got, he charges at a full head of steam and cannons his forearm into the chiselled chest of his foe sending him back a few steps. Refusing to let the advantage slip from his grasp the Beat Unleashed throws himself against the ropes so that he may use the added velocity to accomplish that which his forearm could not. The resulting clothesline knocks Blake off his feet, the sight drawing a frenzied roar from the EVPW faithful.
Both teams getting nasty here at the outset.
That’s true, but I think they’re both getting out of their comfort zones. We know they can brawl, but it isn’t their style. They have to slow it down, with Dragon doing the damage and Rhaps there to capitalize with some precision strikes. Meanwhile, Davidson & Blake have to keep it quick, they gotta stick and move and use their speed.
Rhaps makes a quick tag and Dragon comes over the ropes, intent on punishing the upstart sailors. He drives the heel of his boot repeatedly into the sternum of John Blake, clearly looking to inflict serious damage. Each blow draws mixed reaction from the sold out crowd as they seem divided between supporting both teams. Dragon’s eyes darken, as he mounts Blake and drills his fist repeatedly into the wrecked voyager. Once again the referee finds occasion to intervene in the match up earning himself the audience’s wrath. The arena erupts with raucous screams as everyone disapproves of the official’s actions. Dragon however, raises his hands in acquiescence, acknowledging the fault was his and assuring the man in stripes that he will abide by the rules from here on. As he resumes his attack, Blake summons up a half-hearted kick to the solar plexus; not enough to spare him however. Dragon continues his advances, throws a few kicks to quiet John’s objections, and then picks him up off the mat, only to slam him down once again in a stunning show of strength. Dragon hits the ropes ad makes an uncharacteristic show of dropping an elbow, clearly mesmerized by the crowd’s reaction and eager to please. Sadly for him, his showmanship does allow Blake to roll clear. With a burst of energy, he rushes to his corner and makes the tag, before collapsing.
Stupid move by the Dragon there. Hot-dogging for the fans won't win you any matches.
I can't argue that.
Damn right you can't. You know, if I didn't know better, I might say you're starting to smarten up Ray. I must be rubbing off on you.
Please...
The crowd erupts as Bill Davidson steps through the ropes. Dragon, somewhat embarrassed, and subject to the cruel reproaches of his partner, moves towards Bill with renewed vigour. Davidson drops to his knees, narrowly avoiding a wild clothesline attempt. Whilst he is at a disadvantage when facing the Dragon, his agility and speed serve him well, as he transitions into a position behind him. A standing dropkick directly into the spine of the American garners a cheer and sends Dragon reeling. The Scotsman quickly leaps into the air wrapping his hands around the neck of the Dragon, ramming his knees into the recently bruised back, and crashing to the canvas. Dragon unleashes a giant groan fully conveying the pain surging throughout his body at the present moment. Davidson too is wounded by the weight that has crashed onto him. His fresh partner representing a lifeline to victory, and with the cries of the EVPW masses ringing in his ears, the battle-hardened Dragon ignores his pain and pulls himself to his corner to make the tag.
TBCB
Both teams getting nasty here at the outset.
That’s true, but I think they’re both getting out of their comfort zones. We know they can brawl, but it isn’t their style. They have to slow it down, with Dragon doing the damage and Rhaps there to capitalize with some precision strikes. Meanwhile, Davidson & Blake have to keep it quick, they gotta stick and move and use their speed.
Rhaps makes a quick tag and Dragon comes over the ropes, intent on punishing the upstart sailors. He drives the heel of his boot repeatedly into the sternum of John Blake, clearly looking to inflict serious damage. Each blow draws mixed reaction from the sold out crowd as they seem divided between supporting both teams. Dragon’s eyes darken, as he mounts Blake and drills his fist repeatedly into the wrecked voyager. Once again the referee finds occasion to intervene in the match up earning himself the audience’s wrath. The arena erupts with raucous screams as everyone disapproves of the official’s actions. Dragon however, raises his hands in acquiescence, acknowledging the fault was his and assuring the man in stripes that he will abide by the rules from here on. As he resumes his attack, Blake summons up a half-hearted kick to the solar plexus; not enough to spare him however. Dragon continues his advances, throws a few kicks to quiet John’s objections, and then picks him up off the mat, only to slam him down once again in a stunning show of strength. Dragon hits the ropes ad makes an uncharacteristic show of dropping an elbow, clearly mesmerized by the crowd’s reaction and eager to please. Sadly for him, his showmanship does allow Blake to roll clear. With a burst of energy, he rushes to his corner and makes the tag, before collapsing.
Stupid move by the Dragon there. Hot-dogging for the fans won't win you any matches.
I can't argue that.
Damn right you can't. You know, if I didn't know better, I might say you're starting to smarten up Ray. I must be rubbing off on you.
Please...
The crowd erupts as Bill Davidson steps through the ropes. Dragon, somewhat embarrassed, and subject to the cruel reproaches of his partner, moves towards Bill with renewed vigour. Davidson drops to his knees, narrowly avoiding a wild clothesline attempt. Whilst he is at a disadvantage when facing the Dragon, his agility and speed serve him well, as he transitions into a position behind him. A standing dropkick directly into the spine of the American garners a cheer and sends Dragon reeling. The Scotsman quickly leaps into the air wrapping his hands around the neck of the Dragon, ramming his knees into the recently bruised back, and crashing to the canvas. Dragon unleashes a giant groan fully conveying the pain surging throughout his body at the present moment. Davidson too is wounded by the weight that has crashed onto him. His fresh partner representing a lifeline to victory, and with the cries of the EVPW masses ringing in his ears, the battle-hardened Dragon ignores his pain and pulls himself to his corner to make the tag.
TBCB
