Skull Vs Desperado

[Desperado]

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The bell is rung and the match is underway immediately. Desperado has been gunning for Skull ever since the Unholy Warrior declared his intent on destroying the Brooklyn Brawler both physically and mentally.

As everyone is well aware, such threats don’t sit well with men who have grown up in the ghetto and Desperado responded just as any thug would, answering Skull’s call with his hard, cold fists.

There was no traditional lock-up in the centre of the ring as one would expect in a wrestling bout. There was no circling and trying to find holes in the opponent’s defence. Not even the boxing guard start that the New York Pugilist was famous for was anywhere in sight. Desperado simply rushed into Skull, eyes full of rage and his fists swinging.

It came about so sudden, Skull didn’t have enough time to block the first blow but by turning his head away, he managed to avoid any serious damage. He built a quick cocoon around himself to deflect that onslaught of blows that the Brawler continued to deliver. The Horrorland native kept his discipline as he was backed away into a corner by Despy and despite his valiant effort at defending himself against his foe’s fury, he could feel his arms going numb from the pain.

“Looks like Skull is facing some of Desperado’s wrath. To be honest, this is what I liked best about Despy. He didn’t mess around when it came to taking the fight to his opponent.”

“He’s a loose cannon Matt. I still don’t know what you saw in him, inviting him to join Stone Orchard. The guy never really fit in.”

“He can surely fight, I’ll give him that much but I never liked the bastard to be honest. Former Stone Orchard member or not, I want to see him lose.”

“You want to see Skull win?”

“On second thoughts, GO DESPERADO! Kick his Halloween ass.”

Most would fail to think up of a strategy under such dire circumstances but Skull was one who stood above most and even in such a predicament, he had his mind set on fulfilling his promise. He was going to wear Desperado out.
Raising a foot to the Yanks gut, Skull forced Desperado away. He caught a glimpse of his rival panting and knew what he had to do. The technical tornado rushed in with his shoulder and met the turnbuckle as the fan-favourite escaped to the left. Upon turning Desperado’s face met the forearm of his opponent. This only infuriated our angry friend even further and put Skull’s plan in motion.

The technical tornado charged in the direction of The Hellion and found air once again as Skull played the part of the matador in this bull-fight. Our hero from hell was surprised by the speed of Desperado, not having expected the broken man to be in such fine form.

What he failed to realise was he had painted an invisible red target on his back and Desperado would not stop until that red became a reality all over Skull’s body.

The cat and mouse game continued for quite some time and whilst at first the crowd cheered at Desperado’s failure, they soon became bored of the chase and began to jeer both superstars at the lack of action.

“The fans aren’t too happy about the pace of the fight so far. I don’t think Skull has attempted a single strike.”

“Huh? What? There’s a fight going on? I think I must have slipped away there.”

“Maybe if you stopped drinking booze hidden in a Mountain Dew bottle, you’d be more aware of your surroundings you drunk geezer.”

Frustrated at not being offered any opportunities to cause his adversary any pain, the technically gifted superstar began to finally listen to reason. Perhaps his frenzy was calming a little or maybe it was the jeers of the crowd that snapped him back to reality. Either way, Desperado stopped for the moment, panting hard as he began to contemplate his choices.

His eyes fell upon the smirking face of Skull and immediately, all choices flew out of the window as bloodlust took over him once again.

How dare that bastard make fun on him?

The man from Horrorland anticipated Desperado’s arrival and forced into the ropes with a quick trip before finally deciding to take the offensive. This was obviously met by a sarcastic cheer from the crowd. Despy attempted to get his body off the ground but remained on all fours as he met a kick. A second kick was attempted but the Technical Tornado parried it away in a take-down locking Skull’s foot away into a submission out of nowhere.

The crowd suddenly rushed to their feet in excitement, again in exaggeration as Skull attempted to escape. The ankle lock was firmly in place but Skull being light on his feet was able to tuck his body into a roll to shake Desperado off, forcing him to loosen his grip.

Skull got to his feet a second before Desperado and rushed his foe as soon as was up, forcing him into a grapple-hold with his back toward the turnbuckle. There wasn’t much room to escape and being on the back-foot, Despy could feel his opponent taking the advantage.

With not many other options available, the former Nexus winner used his head, literally, butting his opponent in the nose to break free before landing an uppercut into Skull’s Jaw, sending him sprawling on the mat.
Wasting little time, Desperado decided to capitalize on this opportunity to take the lead in the match, having come to his senses all of a sudden.

[Skull]

Before Skull can get up, Desperado sets on him, pressing all of his weight on The Hellion’s chest and grinding a forearm in his face for good measure. The referee goes down and slaps the mat once, twice, but the gothic one wakes up just in time and raises a shoulder to keep the score at an even 0 - 0.
Incensed that Skull would have the audacity to kick out, The Brooklyn Brawler covers him again, but the Brit defiantly kicks out again, before the referee even counts one. The enraged warrior pounds the mat in frustration, taking his eyes off his opponent just long enough for Skull to roll under the bottom rope and out of the ring.
Desperado finally clears his head and turns around to continue to work on his opponent, only to find he isn’t there anymore. Expecting a sneak attack, he looks all around the ring but finds himself completely alone. He starts to yell at the referee, demanding to know where Skull went, but getting nowhere, he decides to exit the ring and search for the wily veteran.

MO: “Looks like we’re back to playing the cat and mouse game. This is a sound strategy by Skull. Piss Desperado off and make him lose focus.”

Clearly annoyed at being made a fool of again, he lifts up the ring skirt and sticks his head under but finds nothing under there. He is about to take his head out when suddenly, CRACK! Pain shoots through his body and sends him down to his knees as he is struck between the shoulder blades with a kendo stick. The stick, of course, belonging to The Hellion, who had crept out from under the ring with his weapon of choice and snuck up behind The Technical Tornado. Wasting no time, Skull places the cane under his opponent’s chin and uses it to pull the New Yorker up to his feet while simultaneously choking him.
Looking behind and seeing the guard rail, Skull shifts his position se he is standing side by side with Desperado, while keeping the cane across his throat. He prepares to send the Brooklyn Brawler into the rail with a Russian leg sweep, but unfortunately Desperado has other plans and he elbows The Nightmare Warrior hard in the side of the head. Skull stumbles sideways, dropping the cane in the process and leans on the guard rail, leaving himself exposed and open to attack.
The Leader of the Revolution doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of this situation and he takes out all over his pent up frustration by unloading on The Hellion with a series of lefts and rights. This time Skull can do nothing to escape the onslaught and can only hope to cover up and avoid some of the blows as Desperado makes full use of his MMA expertise. As he pummels away, The Technical Tornado talks trash at Skull, sending a clear message. “You think you can break me? I don’t see you breaking me, kid. I’m gonna break your face.”

BB: “Looks like the cat and mouse game is over. Jerry’s luck has run out.”
MD: “Thanks for coming, Skull. Send me a postcard when you get back to Hell.”

Finally letting up, Desperado grabs his dazed and confused opponent by the hair and throws him into the ring. He then climbs onto the apron and enters the ring in a much more civilized manner, just as Skull is starting to crawl to the centre, one hand covering his bruised and battered face.
Desperado advances toward his downed prey and picks him up by his hair again, looking to put him away for good with a D.K.O. He pulls his lifeless opponent up to he feet fully but then, to the surprise of everybody, Skull strikes like a snake, spitting a viscous red mist into Desperado’s face. The mist not only obscures the New Yorker’s vision but also burns his eyes, causing him to stumble around the ring like a bull in a china shop.

MD: “That’s sneaky son of a bitch.”
MO: “This is what you need to expect when you step in the ring with Skull. Despy may be a straight up fighter, but Skull will never give you a straight up fight. There’s always mind games, smoke and mirrors.”

After taking a few seconds to catch his breath, Skull nail his lumbering opponent in the midsection with a stiff kick to double him over, then grabs both his arms in a double underhook. The expression on his face changes immediately from pain and exhaustion to devilish glee as he flips Desperado into the air, then drops down into a seated postion, driving the Brooklyn native head first into the mat.

BB: “WHAT THE HELL! Skull just hit the Skesis Driver”

MD: “Why would he... He must be suicidal. Vlad is gonna kill that poor bastard.”

MO: “He’s sending a message guys, he said he wanted to play spoiler in the match and prevent Desperado from facing Strife. What better way to do that than by putting Despy away with the Skesis Driver?”

BB: “I still wouldn’t wanna be Skull when he bumps into Vlad backstage.”

MD: “I wouldn’t wanna be Skull in general.”

As the crowd erupts in a mixture of cheers and gasps, the referee slides in to make the 3 count.

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TBC