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Post by [Grockadoc/Carter] on Feb 25, 2015 3:45:15 GMT -4
As the referee rings the bell, the cold, dead eyes of The Warrior of Christ flick from the referee to his opponent. Despite having a 9 inch and 80 pound disadvantage, the local wrestler seemed confident and matched the gaze of his opponent with equal fervour. Grockadoc charges towards his opponent, but his opponent, anticipating it, ducks under the fanatic’s extended forearm, and swings his right leg out, slamming the bridge of his foot into Grockadoc’s left leg behind the kneecap, causing the big man to falter slightly. The local, Brett Martin follows up with another kick to the same knee and again makes the much larger Unholy Crusader buckle, but not lose his vertical base. The near 300 pounder reaches a gloved hand down to grab at his knee, as the 215 pounder charges at the ropes, using the kinetic energy from doing so to slingshot back towards his semi crippled opponent who is facing away from him. Martin jumps into the air and extends both of his feet, driving both of his heels into the same knee he has targeted, the force enough to take the big man off of his feet. The crowd start to cheer this relatively unknown wrestler, who begins to thrive on the crowd’s energy, waving his hands up and down, trying to pump the crowd up. Once they are sufficiently engaged with clapping, Martin again charges at the ropes again, this time the ones that Grockadoc is facing, and is slung back off them and is sent charging back towards his prone opponent. However, Grockadoc’s head flicks up and stares at his oncoming opponent, a smile spread upon his lips and, lick an athlete coming out of the starting blocks, he surges himself forward, pushing off with his grounded knee, and lunges at his opponent, flinging himself horizontally, with his arm somewhat outstretched, driving the point of his shoulder into the sternum of his much lighter opponent and driving him into the mat, the sound a mixture of bones crunching and flesh hitting the canvas immediately stopping the cheering fans in their tracks.
It all started so well for poor Brett Martin. I can tell you from experience that someone’s knee is an effective form of rendering them near helpless. That is, until you spend too much time playing the crowd and not watching your opponent. Especially someone as experienced as Grockadoc.
And he paid for it. That was a textbook spear by the returning Warrior of Christ. Grockadoc may have a hyperextended knee, but I’d be damn surprised if Martin didn’t have at least a couple of broken ribs after that. Oh, I wish he’d manhandle me like that sometime.
Grockadoc unwraps himself from the broken and battered body of his opponent and stands over it, staring down smirking. He flicks his foot out and kicks his downed foe, who does not even stir. Grockadoc laughs loudly, and crowd begin to boo. The Unholy Crusader reaches a large, gloved hand hand down and wraps it around the throat of Brett and hauls him to his feet. Once his opponent is standing, Grockadoc tightens his grip on his much smaller opponent’s throat, and with ease, lifts him high into the air, and when he is at the highest point, whips his hand down, slamming Martin hard into the mat back first, a sickening thud when he hits the mat echoes around the arena. Martin’s body is limp and the twisted Warrior of Christ stares down at the crumpled form of the local performer. Without warning, Grockadoc charges at the ropes, and rebounds off them, surging back towards his opponent and when in striking distance launches himself into the air, vertically, and swings both of his legs out, so he is in a seated posture, and gravity brings him down, driving his calf and knee down across the chest of his opponent with near three hundred pounds of force. After rolling off of his opponent and clambering back to his feet, the Warrior of Christ drives the point of his foot down into the chest of his broken opponent, stomping on him repeatedly much to the disgust and horror of the crowd. Martin doesn’t even flinch, seemingly unconscious. After several stomps, Grockadoc turns around to the crowd and begins pumping his arms up and down, imitating and taunting his opponent in the process. The crowd erupts in unity in a cacophony of boos, and several manage to throw several items towards the ring.
Talk about disrespect. How can Grockadoc claim to be a servant of God and yet act so brutal towards someone who seemed like a decent guy? He is just a savage beast hiding his brutality and aggression behind religion. He is nothing more than a coward. The amount of damage he has already inflicted upon Brett Martin, especially after he is unconscious is just heinous. How much more punishment will the poor kid have to take?
I dare you to call him a coward to his face, Jimmy. I doubt Grockadoc would look too kindly upon that. Brett Martin must surely have heard of Grockadoc, so it makes me wonder why he would even want to be in a match with him in the first place. You say Grockadoc is heinous for the amount of damage he has caused Martin is heinous. I say he is just making sure of things.
Whatever. It is disgraceful nonetheless.
The Unholy Crusader just smiles and strides towards the ropes and begins engaging in a verbal spar with a particularly vocal fan. The spar goes back and forth, each participant using increasingly expletive language. Having been distracted by the fan, Grockadoc doesn’t see his opponent Brett Martin rise to his feet, rather groggily. He stands there for several moments, clutching the back of his head, and tries to shake the effects of the rather heavy beating off. After seeming to rid himself of them, he turns and sees the Unholy Crusader in a rather heated argument with the crowd member, Martin’s eyes light up and he charges at the ropes. Rebounding off of them and charging, Martin launches himself into the air and kicks his feet out, driving them into the spine of the unaware Grockadoc. The force of the dropkick is enough to send the big man tumbling over the rope and out onto the floor. The crowd cheer loudly for Martin, who smiles, and stares at Grockadoc, who has begun to rise to his feet, his face contorted into rage. He grips the barricade to help him to his feet and finds himself face to face to the fan who he had been arguing with. The fan just smiles and curls his hand into a fist, cocks his hand and thrusts it out, driving it right into the jaw of Grockadoc, stunning him momentarily causing the crowd to cheer even louder and pat the fan on the back. Taking advantage of his dazed opponent, Martin charges at the ropes behind him once more, rebounding and charging towards the ropes. As the dazed Hand of God turns around, he sees Martin dive forward through the ropes and drive his shoulder into his sternum, taking him down to the outside and the crowd goes wild, chanting Martin’s name.
Well, this match seems to have turned slightly. Grockadoc is now the one who is down after a beautiful diving spear though the ropes by Brett Martin whose athleticism so far has been pretty good in the little offence he has managed to muster.
Technically this match should be over. That fan struck Grockadoc and should have resulted in a disqualification, giving Grock the win. This is unjust.
Have a cry over your boyfriend, Ray, why don't you.
Grockadoc cannot be my boyfriend. You've seen how wrapped up he gets in religion, and newsflash Jimmy, homosexuality is something that religion campaigns against, saying it is unnatural.
Martin picks himself up from the tangled mess of limbs and rises to his feet, and smiles at his adoring crowd, before turning his attention to his opponent. He leans down and grabs a fistful of Grockadoc’s hair and with a little difficulty pulls him up, and drags him to the apron, and with some effort manages to lift Grockadoc up and lift up and slides him onto the apron and rolls him into the ring. Martin stays on the apron and as the much larger opponent rolls onto his back, he grabs the ropes and jumps upwards, landing on the ropes and springboards off them, and extends his hands outwards, and flies towards Grockadoc, landing flush on him with a springboard splash. Martin hooks Grockadoc’s leg and tires for the pin, but only manages a two count. The crowd lets out a groan, and Martin climbs to his feet, smiling up at them. The local fan favourite strides towards the ropes and ascends to the top turnbuckle, signalling for Grockadoc to get up, of which the religious fanatic obliges. As he stands up, and turns to face his smaller opponent, Martin launches himself into the air from the ropes, and twists his body sideways. Grockadoc smiles and catches Martin in his attempt at a crossbody, and looks at him, shaking his head. The Hand of God places Martin on the ground, and, despite his struggling, wraps his arms around his waist, and hauls him up over his head and onto his shoulders, grabbing Martin’s arms and extending them outwards in the shape of a crucifix and lifts him up. Martin thrashes about frantically, but Grockadoc eyes the crowd for a moment, before launching himself in the air, flings his legs out in a seated posture, and brings his hands down, driving Martin hard into the mat. Grockadoc laughs as he hooks the leg of his crumpled opponent.
Poor Brett Martin! For the second time in this match, he took too long to attack Grockadoc and allowed the veteran a chance to get his breath back, and it may have just cost him the match here. It’s a shame really, if he came up against someone of his own dimensions, he may have had a chance. That springboard splash was mighty impressive.
Grockadoc did what had to be done. It’s not easy to catch someone who is falling towards you, so that gives you an idea of how strong the Unholy Crusader really is. I gotta give credit to Brett Martin though, he has put up more of a fight than several opponents that Grockadoc has faced in his time, and the kid has heart, but that move right there, that Crucifix Sit-Down Powerbomb? Grockadoc calls that Absolution. This one should be over.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
The winner of this match; The Warrior of Christ; Grockadoc!
Grockadoc stands up and stares at the curtain, pointing backstage, and smiles, before slicing his throat, to make a statement, before leaving the ring, taking one last look at his crumpled and decimated opponent before leaving the ring area to a loud chorus of boos.
It all started so well for poor Brett Martin. I can tell you from experience that someone’s knee is an effective form of rendering them near helpless. That is, until you spend too much time playing the crowd and not watching your opponent. Especially someone as experienced as Grockadoc.
And he paid for it. That was a textbook spear by the returning Warrior of Christ. Grockadoc may have a hyperextended knee, but I’d be damn surprised if Martin didn’t have at least a couple of broken ribs after that. Oh, I wish he’d manhandle me like that sometime.
Grockadoc unwraps himself from the broken and battered body of his opponent and stands over it, staring down smirking. He flicks his foot out and kicks his downed foe, who does not even stir. Grockadoc laughs loudly, and crowd begin to boo. The Unholy Crusader reaches a large, gloved hand hand down and wraps it around the throat of Brett and hauls him to his feet. Once his opponent is standing, Grockadoc tightens his grip on his much smaller opponent’s throat, and with ease, lifts him high into the air, and when he is at the highest point, whips his hand down, slamming Martin hard into the mat back first, a sickening thud when he hits the mat echoes around the arena. Martin’s body is limp and the twisted Warrior of Christ stares down at the crumpled form of the local performer. Without warning, Grockadoc charges at the ropes, and rebounds off them, surging back towards his opponent and when in striking distance launches himself into the air, vertically, and swings both of his legs out, so he is in a seated posture, and gravity brings him down, driving his calf and knee down across the chest of his opponent with near three hundred pounds of force. After rolling off of his opponent and clambering back to his feet, the Warrior of Christ drives the point of his foot down into the chest of his broken opponent, stomping on him repeatedly much to the disgust and horror of the crowd. Martin doesn’t even flinch, seemingly unconscious. After several stomps, Grockadoc turns around to the crowd and begins pumping his arms up and down, imitating and taunting his opponent in the process. The crowd erupts in unity in a cacophony of boos, and several manage to throw several items towards the ring.
Talk about disrespect. How can Grockadoc claim to be a servant of God and yet act so brutal towards someone who seemed like a decent guy? He is just a savage beast hiding his brutality and aggression behind religion. He is nothing more than a coward. The amount of damage he has already inflicted upon Brett Martin, especially after he is unconscious is just heinous. How much more punishment will the poor kid have to take?
I dare you to call him a coward to his face, Jimmy. I doubt Grockadoc would look too kindly upon that. Brett Martin must surely have heard of Grockadoc, so it makes me wonder why he would even want to be in a match with him in the first place. You say Grockadoc is heinous for the amount of damage he has caused Martin is heinous. I say he is just making sure of things.
Whatever. It is disgraceful nonetheless.
The Unholy Crusader just smiles and strides towards the ropes and begins engaging in a verbal spar with a particularly vocal fan. The spar goes back and forth, each participant using increasingly expletive language. Having been distracted by the fan, Grockadoc doesn’t see his opponent Brett Martin rise to his feet, rather groggily. He stands there for several moments, clutching the back of his head, and tries to shake the effects of the rather heavy beating off. After seeming to rid himself of them, he turns and sees the Unholy Crusader in a rather heated argument with the crowd member, Martin’s eyes light up and he charges at the ropes. Rebounding off of them and charging, Martin launches himself into the air and kicks his feet out, driving them into the spine of the unaware Grockadoc. The force of the dropkick is enough to send the big man tumbling over the rope and out onto the floor. The crowd cheer loudly for Martin, who smiles, and stares at Grockadoc, who has begun to rise to his feet, his face contorted into rage. He grips the barricade to help him to his feet and finds himself face to face to the fan who he had been arguing with. The fan just smiles and curls his hand into a fist, cocks his hand and thrusts it out, driving it right into the jaw of Grockadoc, stunning him momentarily causing the crowd to cheer even louder and pat the fan on the back. Taking advantage of his dazed opponent, Martin charges at the ropes behind him once more, rebounding and charging towards the ropes. As the dazed Hand of God turns around, he sees Martin dive forward through the ropes and drive his shoulder into his sternum, taking him down to the outside and the crowd goes wild, chanting Martin’s name.
Well, this match seems to have turned slightly. Grockadoc is now the one who is down after a beautiful diving spear though the ropes by Brett Martin whose athleticism so far has been pretty good in the little offence he has managed to muster.
Technically this match should be over. That fan struck Grockadoc and should have resulted in a disqualification, giving Grock the win. This is unjust.
Have a cry over your boyfriend, Ray, why don't you.
Grockadoc cannot be my boyfriend. You've seen how wrapped up he gets in religion, and newsflash Jimmy, homosexuality is something that religion campaigns against, saying it is unnatural.
Martin picks himself up from the tangled mess of limbs and rises to his feet, and smiles at his adoring crowd, before turning his attention to his opponent. He leans down and grabs a fistful of Grockadoc’s hair and with a little difficulty pulls him up, and drags him to the apron, and with some effort manages to lift Grockadoc up and lift up and slides him onto the apron and rolls him into the ring. Martin stays on the apron and as the much larger opponent rolls onto his back, he grabs the ropes and jumps upwards, landing on the ropes and springboards off them, and extends his hands outwards, and flies towards Grockadoc, landing flush on him with a springboard splash. Martin hooks Grockadoc’s leg and tires for the pin, but only manages a two count. The crowd lets out a groan, and Martin climbs to his feet, smiling up at them. The local fan favourite strides towards the ropes and ascends to the top turnbuckle, signalling for Grockadoc to get up, of which the religious fanatic obliges. As he stands up, and turns to face his smaller opponent, Martin launches himself into the air from the ropes, and twists his body sideways. Grockadoc smiles and catches Martin in his attempt at a crossbody, and looks at him, shaking his head. The Hand of God places Martin on the ground, and, despite his struggling, wraps his arms around his waist, and hauls him up over his head and onto his shoulders, grabbing Martin’s arms and extending them outwards in the shape of a crucifix and lifts him up. Martin thrashes about frantically, but Grockadoc eyes the crowd for a moment, before launching himself in the air, flings his legs out in a seated posture, and brings his hands down, driving Martin hard into the mat. Grockadoc laughs as he hooks the leg of his crumpled opponent.
Poor Brett Martin! For the second time in this match, he took too long to attack Grockadoc and allowed the veteran a chance to get his breath back, and it may have just cost him the match here. It’s a shame really, if he came up against someone of his own dimensions, he may have had a chance. That springboard splash was mighty impressive.
Grockadoc did what had to be done. It’s not easy to catch someone who is falling towards you, so that gives you an idea of how strong the Unholy Crusader really is. I gotta give credit to Brett Martin though, he has put up more of a fight than several opponents that Grockadoc has faced in his time, and the kid has heart, but that move right there, that Crucifix Sit-Down Powerbomb? Grockadoc calls that Absolution. This one should be over.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
The winner of this match; The Warrior of Christ; Grockadoc!
Grockadoc stands up and stares at the curtain, pointing backstage, and smiles, before slicing his throat, to make a statement, before leaving the ring, taking one last look at his crumpled and decimated opponent before leaving the ring area to a loud chorus of boos.
