Singles - Dylan Pearson vs. Syn

[Vladimir Strife]

Due by Friday, March 20th 9PM Eastern

[Syn]

So Ray who do you think the fans will get behind in this match, considering both have huge egos.

You know Jimmy, I don't know that but I do know this. I am so going to enjoy this match because would you look at the two specimens we have in the ring. I mean how can you not love that tight toned body of Dylan Pearson, getting ready to mix it up with the ever delectable Syn. It's a mini smorgasboard.

The father of Syn looks across the ring at his opponent the man known as the Australian Ace. The ref after checking both men to make sure that neither has any foreign objects, stands in the middle of the ring and calls for the bell. The bell dings several times to signal the start of the match, which causes both superstars to slowly make there way to the center. Syn looks at Dylan, a half cocky smile on his face, he drops his head with his hands at his side, seconds later his head looks to the heavens as his hands shoot up and out, he begins to rub his fingers as if he is going to make it rain. Dylan not impressed looks at Syn smiles and tries to imitate the same gesture but gets a boot to the stomach, this is followed up by Syn placing his left hand on the back as he grabs the right wrist, leaning back he steps to the side as he whips Dylan into the near side ropes.

Dylan turns his back and proceeds to grab the top rope, allowing himself to stop, as Syn catches air, landing on the mat from the missed dropkick. Syn stands up to his feet as Dylan comes charging at him, they hook up into a collar and elbow tie up and begin that dance for control. This goes on for several minutes before Dylan getting that opening, shifts his weight and moves just enough to apply a side headlock. The Australian Ace smiles as he continue to grind the side headlock, using all his strength to drive the air from the lungs of the Father of Syn, making it harder for Syn to function. Syn takes his left hand, placing it on the left shoulder blade, pushing forward he is able to break free. The force is enough to send Dylan into the ropes again, which he turns his body as his back makes contact, the cables flex from his weight, as they send him running towards a waiting Syn who drops to the mat, causing Dylan to run over and towards the far side ropes. The Australian Ace catches the ropes, which again flex under the weight of the Australian, this sends him running back as The Father of Syn performs a leapfrog, this causes Dylan to run again to the near side ropes, turning his body so his back hits the cables, launching him toward Syn who reaches out, hooking his left arm into the left arm of Dylan, before falling back to the mat and flipping Dylan over with an armdrag. Syn quickly is up to his feet, as Dylan makes it to one knee, looking across the ring at Syn. Syn drops his head, arms at his side, before then looking up to the heavens as he tosses his arms out and up and again makes the money sign as if it is going to rain.

Man, Syn sure is being cocky in this match. I mean we get he claims to be a god, and he is going to punish those who are deemed sinful, but if he spent more time wrestling instead of showing off, he would be so much further ahead.

Don't be hating on my man Syn! You know as well as I do that when he is cocky like that, he is most sexy. I mean...YUM!

The Australian Ace looks over at Syn with a look of anger on his face, as he appears to be getting shown up by this Japanese guy. This angers Dylan who charges towards Syn, but finds himself hitting the mat, as again he lands on his back from another arm drag. Dylan slaps the mat in frustration and again charges at Syn who again arm drags the young Australian onto his back. The fans in the arena begin to cheer, which is unheard of to Syn who pauses, that provides an opening that Dylan needs and with unseen quickness he is up to his feet and charging at Syn, catching him full on with a shoulder tackle, the impact sends Syn to the mat as Dylan begins to stomp on the chest of Syn, a smile on his face as each boot makes contact with the chest of the Japanese wrestler. Dyan stops just long enough to grab the arm and twists it, putting pressure on the shoulder and elbow, as he keeps the armbar on tight. The Father of Syn grimaces in pain as he feels the pressure from the applied armbar, looking around he see's he is close to the ropes and with little effort he grabs the bottom rope, the ref seeing this calls for the break but Dylan having been shown up, continues to apply the armbar which causes the ref to start the five count, at four Dylan lets go of the hold and takes several steps backwards, this time he drops his head, with his arms at his side and mocks Syn with his own pose, as he stands to his feet and tries to rotates the arm trying to relieve the pain, the fans in the arena boo which causes the Thunder from Down Under to smile as he locks up again with Syn in a collar and elbow tie up.

This dance proceeds for several seconds as neither wrestler is able to get the clear advantage, during this current dance, both wrestlers make contact with the rings ropes and turn each other around, till Dylan finds his back against the turnbuckles with Syn on top. The ref comes over calls for the break, but Syn continues to keep the hold on, the ref starts counting but Syn begins to loosen the hold, and Dylan instinctively brings his hands up towards his face as if to protect himself. Syn lets go then takes both hands and lightly taps the chest of a covered Dylan. Syn takes several steps back, a sly smile on his face as he waits for the Thunder from Down Under to get out of the corner. The two superstars lock up once again in a collar and elbow tie up, but this isn't long as the Cardinal Syn pushes Dylan again into the turnbuckles, pressing against Dylan with all his weight as the ref comes over to call for the break, Dylan realizing what Syn did last time doesn't bring up his arms to defend himself, and gets met with a toe kick to the gut, the impact from the tip of the boot hitting the solar plexus knocks the air out of the Australian. Giving Syn time to grab his opponent, pulling him out of the corner and sending him across the ring towards the far turnbuckles. Dylan hits the turnbuckles and feels the impact of the worn corner pads, which don't have much protection from the years of use, cause his body to scream as pain courses through his body. Syn is seen running across the ring from the other corner, but ends up running into the turnbuckles stomach and chest first as the Australian moved out of the way at the last minute. With quickness the Australian kid locks his arms around the waist of Syn, lifting him up into the air as he falls backward, before releasing his arms, causing Syns shoulders and neck make contact with the mat, from a almost picture perfect German Suplex, this is quickly followed up with the Australian grabbing one of the Syn's legs, placing Syn's ankle between his thighs. The Thunder from Down Under then lies on top of the Cardinal Syn's back and locks his arms around the Syn's head. Dylan pulls back stretching Syn's back, neck, and knee. The ref comes over and drops to the mat, asking Syn if he wants to give up, Syn is seen saying no as the pain from the STF begins to set in on his body.

Dylan with the STF locked in, I know it's early in the match but he could end it right here with this move!

I don't think we will see Syn tap this early in the match, I mean at least I hope not.

TBC

[Kryptops the Best]

Trying to end his first ever EVPW match early, Dylan Pearson relentlessly continues to pry back on Japanese athletes head. Syn however is not one to give up too easily and manages to inch his way towards the ropes, throwing his arm over the bottom cord and grasping with his right hand. Pearson refuses to relinquish his hold but is soon pried off of Syn by the referee. “Get your hands off you me, you dirty donga!” The Australian Ace violently slams Syn’s head into the canvas and pushes himself to a vertical base. He then grabs a hold of his slightly smaller rival’s boot and begins to drag him away from the rope, potentially looking to lock the submission in again, this time away from the ropes. Syn foils the Australian’s plan with a well-placed boot to the midsection, forcing the new comer to cower over and protect his groin area. Cardinal Syn bolts to his feet and darts towards the set of ropes facing Pearson’s rear. Throwing his weight against the cords, Syn is whipped towards his adversary at a high speed. As he draws near his recovering foe, the Japan native drops low and jumps forward; clipping the back of Dylan’s knee with his shoulder blade. Not unlike a chair with a missing leg, Dylan crumples to the canvas with a resounding thud. Quickly Syn rolls under the bottom rope before pushing himself to a upright position on the apron. In one fluid motion the Father of Syn leaps into the air, springboards himself off of the top rope and does a backflip on his decent. Pushing his luck maybe just a smidge too far, Syn pays for his intricate senton attempt when he crashes chest first against Dylan’s pointed knees.

Ray White: “Being flashy doesn’t always pay off, Syn just found that out that hard way!”
Jimmy Pate: “Yeah, although a move like that would have undoubtedly reaped a high reward, it’s not easy to pull off. Dylan is going to look to take back control of this match, he just has to remain technical and not make a mistake. ”
Ray White: “Easier said than done, especially when you’re in the ring against somebody as dangerous as Syn. He has the ability to out-work Dylan and force him to slip up and make a mistake.”

A smile creeps across the Aussies face as he rolls up to a knee to watch his foe roll around in agony. As to not waste too much time, DP (I need to be more careful with my pick of initials) procures Syn’s head and begins to jerk him to a vertical base. A series of elbows crash against the Sinner’s jawline and he is worked into the far north-east corner. Eventually, the Man of Wonder lowers himself and drives his shoulder blade into Syn’s stomach and heaves Syn into a sitting position amongst the top rope. Australia’s Ace climbs up to the second rope, trapping Syn in place as he does so and hammers down a few more strikes to the Asian’s head. At this point the referee attempts to intervene, yelling at Dylan for the illegal closed fist, but Pearson raises the back of his hand to the official and the ref cowers away at the fear of being struck by the middle weight.

Jimmy Pate: “I’m not sure how much order this ref is going to have. Neither of these two men seem to respect anything he says.”
Ray White: “Would you? Look all you have to do is raises your fist to him and he backs away like a little fly. If you can get away with bending the rules, why not use that to your advantage.”

Just before another fist comes crashing down, Syn breaks a rule of his own and throws his forearm up between Dylan’s legs, striking the Australian yet again in the midsection. Looking to capitalize while he still can, Syn places one hand on the back of his adversary’s head and another on his rear. With little effort Syn tosses Pearson off of his perch and out of the ring. Upon his decent to the outside, DP flaps his arms like a baby bird trying to fly for the first time, but of course he unceremoniously crashes into the security guardrail head first.

The crowd erupts with excitement, loving just how much this highly underrated match is beginning to pick up. They grow even more enthusiastic when they see that Syn has stood up on the uppermost turnbuckle, his sights set on Dylan who is still writhing in pain after the plunge he took. Again the referee’s pleas with Syn to follow the rules but they are ignored, as Syn sends himself soaring to the outside. As he heads towards the Man of Wonder at an alarming speed, Father Syn rotates and extends his limbs out in preparation for a crossbody. Dylan, having not known that assault was coming, turns right into his opponent at the very last second and is crushed under his rival's weight and momentum. Because this is just the type of shit the fans love to see, the Jared Nathan Memorial Gymnasium explodes and breaks out in their cliché “This is awe-some!” chant.

Syn rolls off of his adversary and on to his side in a slight fetal position. He grips his stomach and kicks his feet in agony, the high risk maneuver certainly taking its toll on the Japanese wrestler. The Australian Ace on the other hand is in much more of a critical state, he is left sprawled out on the cold, concrete floor, his eyes and limbs no moving. 

Ray White: “Jesus! He might not have had success the first time he went for a high risk move, but that crossbody sure seemed to do the trick.”
Jimmy Pate: “Well it certainly did some damage, but he looks like he hurt himself a little bit there as well. Now he has to work on getting the action back in the ring so he can look for a pin.”

Finally, the ring official begins to enforce the count-out rule; perhaps the only one has been able to enforce this entire match.

“ONE”

“TWO”

“THREE”

“FOUR”

The zebra-clad ref reaches four before Syn is able to stumble to his feet. Not wanting the match to end due to a countout, the Cardinal Syn rolls himself under the bottom rope and then subsequently exits the squared-circle again, effectively nullifying the ref’s progress. By now Ace has built himself up to a knee, but a quick jerk on his head is all it takes to pull him to a full-vertical base. Eager to capitalize on the damage already done, Syn is quick to roll his adversary into the four-sided battleground and then follows in after him. The man claiming to be the ladies delight and gentlemen’s fright pushes himself to a stand and launches a sloppy punch in the forthcoming Syn’s direction. The Japan resident effortlessly dips his head out of the way and returns with a giant slap across the face. The blow, though more disrespectful than painful, leaves a red print across the Aussie’s mug. The imprint quickly fades, but only because the rest of Pearson’s face is flushed with red and his eyes light up with anger. Syn attempts to even things out and swings for Dylan’s left side but this time the new comer is prepared and holds his arm out to block the bitch-slap and counters with a swift European-Uppercut.

Jimmy Pate: “Something tells me Dylan didn’t enjoy that first slap. He was ready for the second one and is now trying to create some offence of his own.”
Ray White: “Mmm, I’d let Syn slap me all he wanted. I don’t think I’d ask him to stop to be honest, Jimmy.”
Jimmy Pate: “Oh we know Ray. Trust me, we know!”

Syn lunges forward with a haymaker of his own that looks to have enough power to take off the Aussies head, but luckily for the rookie he is easily able to evade the punch by ducking under it. Syn spins on his heels, not wanting to take his eyes off of his foe for even a second, only to walk into another one of Dylan’s biceps. This time the European-Uppercut forces the Japanese athlete against the ropes, where he drapes his arm over in an effort to keep his balance. Both of Pearson’s hands find a grip on Syn’s wrist and the Australian uses that to catapult the Master of Syn across the length of the squared-circle. Dylan Pearson taps his boot methodically on the canvas, waiting for his adversary to make his way back towards him. Syn’s body hits the cords and without his consent he is sent straight back in the direction he came from. Impatient in waiting to attack, Dylan shuffles closer towards the on-coming Syn and immediately throws his boot straight up into the air. The sole of Pearson’s boot strikes the bottom of the Japanese Warrior’s jaw and instantly the Asian is dropped. Dylan quickly swoops in and hooks his incapacitated adversary’s leg. The referee drops into place and begins to pound away at the canvas.

"ONE"
"TWO"
"..."

tbcb; syn

[Syn]

The fans erupt into cheers as the ref's hand, a split second from calling the match to The Australian stops and he shoots 2 fingers up into the air as Syn just barely got his shoulder up of the mat. Dylan rolls off and lies on his back on the mat, the toll of the match taking its due as neither man can move. The zebra clad official is standing on his feet as he quickly checks both superstars before he begins to start the standing ten count, the fans join in and count with him. The ref is at six before there is any movement by either man, the ref throws his arms up with seven fingers shown, as he screams seven along with the crowd, at eight both superstars are seen on one knee, the palm of their right hands holding them up and bracing both men. The ref and the fans count nine and both superstars are seen standing on their feet, the sweat dripping off their foreheads and dropping to the mat, the splatter patterns quickly absorbed into the canvas. The Aussie throws a right hand which connects to the jaw of Syn, who in turn throws a right hand of his own that connects to the jaw of the Dylan, both men take their time throwing rights that neither man is blocking due to fatigue setting into their bodies. This slugfest continues for several more seconds before both superstars fall to the mat, crashing onto their backs. The Aussie looks to have a second wind as he gets back up to his feet and bends down grabbing Cardinal Syn by the back of his head as he stands him to a vertical base, before throwing him across the ring into the far turnbuckles, as he leans against the ropes to catch his breath.



Jimmy, this match has yet to disappoint and I must say how impressed I am by this young kid, he has taken it to Syn this whole match and is still in it. I can not believe how much stamina he is showing! He could become my favorite person, with stamina like that.



Ray, I may be shocked but I know better, I will agree with you though this match has picked up a rapid pace and neither superstar has slowed down, but it does look like both superstars could be on that empty mark.



The Father of Syn stands against the turnbuckles his sense of time gone, his body braced for what was sure to be the second impact from Dylan but when it doesn't come, he thanks his stars and uses this moment to catch his breath and prepare for putting his opponent away. Dylan pushes himself off the ropes trying to breath in deep to fill his lungs with air to keep his body going. The young rookie feeling better begins to make his way over towards Cardinal Syn, before he can follow up with his next attack Syn quickly ducks under Dylan's right arm,wrapping his left arm arm around the waist of Dylan, quickly performs a forward flip whilst sweeping the Aussie's leg, thereby dropping Dylan on his back, rolling up in a cradle pin as he hits the Syntastic. The ref quickly runs over as he does what looks like a headfirst dive towards the wrestlers, he raises his arm up into the air and slaps the mat, as the fans scream ONE! The ref raises his hand high up into the air and brings it down slapping the mat a second as the fans scream TWO! The ref raises his hand up for what should be the third time and end the match, but Dylan is able to kick out as the ref's hand was a piece of paper from making contact for the three. The fans erupt as the ref throws his hands up saying only two.



By Gawd! I thought this match was over right there. How did Dylan kick out of that? This young kid is showing that he isn't a quitter.



Jimmy, I am kind of glad this match is still going, I am so enjoying watching these two men get all sweaty and wet! I told ya though this kid has lots of Stamina, and I love a man who can go all night.



Both superstars stand to their feet and look at each other, neither man is showing any signs of quitting or if they are, they are not letting on otherwise. The two combatants charge at each other again locking up in a collar and elbow tie up, this doesn't last long as Dylan gets the advantage and connects with one European uppercut, this is followed up by a second European uppercut, it causes Syn to the stumble backwards, a third European uppercut sends Syn into the ropes. Dylan not letting up leans into Syn's body as he grabs his wrist and pulls Syn off the ropes and sends him across the ring towards the far ropes. Dylan waits as Syn bounces off them and comes back, Dylan catches Syn wrapping his arms around the waist, lifting Syn up, tossing him forward on to his back, connecting with a spinebuster. The Australian quickly follows that up making his way towards the turnbuckles, he begins to climb them planting his feet on the top, balancing his body, his back to Syn he springs off flipping backward but instead of connecting with flesh, he makes contact with the mat, the impact causes Dylan to curl up into a ball as the pain courses through his body. Cardinal Syn gets to his feet, bends down grabbing Dylan by his head and stands him up, grabbing Dylan's waist as he turns them upside-down, holding him against his torso. The Father of Syn drops to his knees, driving the ladies delight and gentleman’s fright head down to the mat hitting the Synmazing. Syn stands to his feet, heading towards the closest turnbuckle he climbs it standing on the top rope facing Dylan he jumps off turning his body as he bends his arm up, before crashing onto the chest of Dylan with an elbow drop. Syn lays across Dylan's body hooking the leg as the ref drops into position to make the count.



This could do it, ONE! TWO! THRRRR, wow! I thought it was over there but Dylan was able to kick out before the three. What is Syn going to have to do in order to put this kid away?



I don't know but what I do know is Dylan is one hell of a delight with lots of stamina and staying power. Man I would love to have a night with him, there would be no sleep going on.



Ray! Forget it, you know it will never happen, just focus on what is a hell of a match.



Syn gets up on his knees, looks up at the ref holding up three fingers trying to make sure that it was a three count and not a two. The ref shows two fingers to Syn who slaps the mat and then places his hands on his face before moving his hands up to his head showing frustration. The Father of Syn stands to his feet, sweat pouring off his body as he bends down grabbing Dylan who surprises Syn with a roll up, causing the ref to slap the mat once, twice, but again before a three is rendered Syn is just able to get out of the small package. The fans in the arena let out a gasp as they thought the match was over but to their delight the match still continues. Dylan is up to his feet as he catches Syn with a jab, followed by a toe kick into the gut doubling Syn over, tucking his head into the crook of his right armpit, using the left hand he grabs the tights and lifts Syn straight up with whatever strength he has left, before dropping him on the top of his head with a brainbuster. Dylan feeling the second wind kick in, kips up to his feet turns bending down grabbing Syn by the back of his head bringing him to a vertical position. Dylan quickly places Syn in a fireman's carry position as the fans look on in anticipation, before Dylan proceeds to drop Cardinal Syn in front of him, as Syn falls the Australian Ace quickly lifts a knee up, striking the opponent in the face, hitting The Fatal Finale.

That could do it! Dylan Pearson has hit his Fatal Finale on Syn!

I hope that isn't it. I also hope that Syns face is going to be ok after that.

Dylan drops to the mat and lays across the chest of Syn as he hooks the outer leg, the ref runs sliding over he slams the mat once, twice...

tbc

[Vladimir Strife]

48 hour extension