Alex vs. Matt

[magnus]

The are all on their feet, and are anxiously awaiting the start of the next match, after just witnessing the conclusion of NVX and Kahlan. Just then, the familiar music of “I Love College” starts playing through out the arena. The fans routinely start chanting “I LOVE CRYING,” as they know it’s Alex Night, who is about to make his way to the ring. They’re right, the Hollywood Hunk soon jumps from behind the black curtain. As he makes his way towards the ring, he starts yelling at fans, telling them to “shut the fuck up!”

With his face red, and full of anger, he slides into the ring, and stomps across it. Throwing his hand in the air, he yells for a mic, and is thrown one in. He waits for his music to come to a halt, then brings the mic three inches to his lips.

“SHUT UP!”

The don’t listen, instead their chants grow louder and louder.

“CRYBABY! CRYBABY! CRYBABY!”

This definitely does bring a tear to his eye, so he uses the bag of his free hand to wipe it away. After that he begins yelling into the mic.

“You know what. It‘s time for me to teach you all a lesson. Tonight, I going to beat your hero to a bloody pulp. I‘m going to show you all who the real MAN is! So get your rear-end out here you HIGH FLOWER (stone orchard)”

With those.. powerful words Alex slams the mic, and await’s the arrival of his opponent.

[MattOliveira]

Moments pass, filled with more ridicule towards the juvenile rookie from the EVPW fans. Audience members stand in protest, fists pumping into the air with incredibly creative chants filling the arena.

"GO-HOME, NIGHT-LIGHT! *clap, clap, clapclapclap* GO-HOME, NIGHT-LIGHT! *clap, clap, clapclapclap* GO-HOME, NIGHT-LIGHT! *clap, clap, clapclapclap*-"

Alex stomps his feet into the mat, stammering in frustration and covering his ears. He begins to sing to himself in an attempt to drown out the nay-sayers around him until the volume grows far too loud for his efforts. But, it isn't the work of the EVPW fans that catch his attention, but the entrance song of his unofficial opponent for the evening...

Ray: "Uh oh..."

The newest single of Alice in Chains drones through the Solid Core Gymnasium in wine country, cheers erupting as the familiar actions of one Oliveira are seen on the ButcherTron. Alex turns towards the entrance and raises his dukes in a 'fisticuffs' stance, ready to pop his rival with a good ol' 1-2 combination. Next to him, Lizzie obtains the microphone that Alex had carelessly drove to the canvas and flips it's switch to re-activate it from it's concussive fall. She raises the microphone to her lips and peering down at the que card before her, reads off only what higher powers had instructed her to do.

Lizzie: "Ladies and gentlemen! Your next contest is scheduled for one fall with No Countouts! Introducing Alex Night's opponent, he weighs in tonight at two-hundred and fifty two pounds and is fighting out of Amherstview, Ontario, Canada! One half of the EVPW United Glory Champions..."

In shock, unknowing that he would be placed in an OFFICIAL match, Alex turns on a dime and pushes Lizzie. He begins yelling, a mild temper tantrum washing over his childish psychology which is only subdued by the referee. The official restrains Alex from the ring announcer as she continues her introduction.

"...he is MATTHEW OLIVEIRA!"

'So I found myself in the sun, oh yeah...
A hell of a place to end a run, oh yeah...
California, I'm fine, somebody check my brain,
California's alright, somebody check my brain

At the call of the name, the black curtain swirls open with the brushing of a hockey tape-covered forearm to stand the Canadian ring-veteran. Matt is revealed with a pair of black knee pads and combat boots, along with denim shorts and a Vampire Campfire t-shirt half-soaked with water that drips from his chestnut brown locks. Completing his attire is a slight smirk cracked on his stubble-ridden jawline. Without a pose, Oliveira begins a march down the aisle and toward the ring, removing his shirt in the process and tossing it into the sea of fans.


"I walk these streets, I creep and I crawl, oh yeah...
When she sang, I answered the call, oh yeah...
California, I'm fine, somebody check my brain,
California's alright, somebody check my brain..
Ahh, tears that fill my bones,
Ahh, years expended, gone..."

The Genius meets the apron and slides into the ring without celebration, Alex backing into the opposite corner in fear of his presence. Matthew, opting to toy with Night, charges forward with a single step which sends a jolt through the only man to utter the term "high flower". The jump back that Alex attempts entertains The Genius as he calmly turns around to his own corner and places both feet on the second rope. Slowly, he tilts his head back and spreads his arms as if to take flight, posing in a crucfix to the pay-per-view audience which uproar in admiration.

"I hung my guns and put them away, oh yeah...
A trick of the trade, and by the way, oh yeah...
California, I'm fine, somebody check my brain,
California's alright, somebody check my brain
Ahh, tears that fill my bones...
Ahh, years expended, gone..."

After lowering his arms and descending from his perch, Oliveira turns and begins taking step after agonizing step toward Alex Night, cowering in his corner. Matt comes to a halt in the middle of the sqared circle, expecting and waiting for his opponent to do the same. Meanwhile, "Check My Brain" subsides to leave those looking on to continue their ruthless berration of the American as the referee attempts to coerce Alex from his turnbuckle-pad safe haven and begin the match.

"MAN-UP, NIGHT LIGHT! *clap, clap, clapclapclap* MAN-UP, NIGHT LIGHT! *clap, clap, clapclapclap* MAN-UP, NIGHT LIGHT! *clap, clap, clapclapclap* MAN-UP, NIGHT LIGHT!" *clap, clap, clapclapclap*

TBCB some-day main eventer, Alex Night

[magnus]

After taking in a lung full of air and exhaling it slowly, the Hollywood Hunk starts to take caution steps toward his rival. A smirk is imprinted across Matt’s face as his frightened opponent inches closer and closer. Finally, Alex takes one last hesitant stride forward and is now standing face-to-face with his adversary. The ref casually signals for the bell having no idea about the hell it was going to cause. The sound turns on a switch in Oliveira’s head that causes him to explode on the man who has been bad mouthing him for nearly a month now. The Canadian starts to send hard, balled up fist into Alex’s face each coming right after the other. Somehow Night manages to dodge a punch and flees out of the ring. From the outside Night looks in at the vicious Matt, and holds his jaw after having it rocked by about three consecutive, hard jabs. The Crybaby now throws his other hand up and waves Matt O off as if he‘s not important. The teary eyed superstar slowly makes his way up the ramp, not bothering to look back over his shoulder. If he would’ve he’d seen Matt angrily following behind him. As the United Glory champion closed the distance between him and his opponent he warns Alex about his approach because of the sound of his foot steps slamming on the floor. So just as Matt cocks back his fist Alex spins around, at this moment the Hardcore Genius fully extends his arm clocking Alex right in the eye, sending him staggering back before falling backward on the ramp. After being floored Alex looks up wide-eyed and starts crawling backwards trying desperately to get away. However his crawling proves to be no match for Matt’s stride as he soon leans down and grips the long, light-brown, curly, locks of the emotional superstar.

As Matt begins tugging on Alex’s hair, the wise youngster throws his boot forcefully into the tender, exposed genitals of Matt who then lets his grip of Alex go. The brawler now brings his legs closer to each other as he grips his injured member with both hands. Smiling with a grin from ear to ear, Alex turns on his stomach and pushes up into a vertical base. He steps forward while simultaneously reaching forward and grasping Matt O’s head. He gives it a hard tug and tucks Matt’s head under his right armpit whilst gripping it like a football. Finally he falls in a backward motion driving his rival's head into the solid cement ground.


"WHAT!? How does Alex get full control of this match after RUNNING from Matt. This doesnt make sense. But I can't wait 'til Oliveira gets up and kicks his ass in."

"Now hold on. You're wishing punishment on Alex for playing wisely?"

"Wisely? How's that wise?"

"He knew Matt's ego was too big for him to just let him leave, so he waiting for Matt to attack from behind, then took the lead. Smart!"

At this time Alex is standing on his feet and is mocking his down opponent by gripping his own sack. He smiles then yells “Leave me alone!” to a fan of Matt’s who is taunting him. His lips then quiver and begins to fights away tears. Instead of bursting out in tears he begins to bring down hard boots to the ankle of Oliveira’s bring each boot down with more force as he goes on. Finally he pulls the hair of Matt and viciously pulls him to a vertical base. Whilst keeping a tight grip on his opponent’s hair he drags him to the edge of the ring. The Crybaby now applies enough force to act against the force matt has to keep his head up, this causes MO’s head to crash hard on the side of the ring creating a loud thud. Matt’s head then violently pops up, just then Alex rushes forward and brings his knee up hitting the Hardcore Genius right in the stomach with it. The air in Matt’s lungs exit in the form of a grunt as he staggers back alongside the ring. Night steps forward in and attempt to deliver a punch but the Stone Orchard member deflects it by putting his hand in the way. He then retaliates with a swift jab to the jaw sending Alex back a few small steps. Again Matt steps forward with another jab, which is then quickly followed by a left hoof.

“Jesus, them punches must hurt. How many can a man- ‘cuse me kid take of these?”

“Oh Jimmy. This man isn‘t a kid. If he was he wouldn‘t be in the big leagues. Apparently he‘s a man if he‘s in the ring with GHW Hall of Famer, Matt Oliveira! ”

The last punch knocks the Crybaby off balance and now Matt instinctively lunges forward and rams the hard edge of his shoulder into the exposed abdomen of Alex. The Charming, goes falling back and soon lands hard with his back connecting with the steel metal steps. The Hardcore Genius land on top of his opponent but is quickly standing at a vertical stance. After bringing his legs together, he throws his head back and outstretches his arms which gets the fans cheering for him. He does the pose for about three seconds, which is just enough time to let the fans get some pictures. With Alex sitting up against the steel steps in tremendous pain, Matt climbs up to the side of the ring, holding on to the top rope for support. He then slowly walks across it and stopping at the other corner before turning around and looking at Night. His eyes glow before he takes off out of the corner as fast as he possibly could and when he’s about three feet away from Alex’s dazed body he throws himself off the side and pushes his feet out, sending them crashing into his adversary’s chest. The Dropkick sends a burst of energy straight through Night’s chest and into the steps causing the upper and lower half to separate from each other and ricochets around. Now with no support the Crybaby’s head falls backwards and smacks against the hard cement floor. Matt lands on top of Night but quickly rolls off whilst tending to his only hurt area, his back.

((OOC: Sorry it's so short. I just wanted to get this match started. Matt, can't wait to see what you do. I'd say good luck, but you're Matt O. XD))

TBC: Matt Oliveira!

[MattOliveira]

Ray: “Dammit, the kid might’ve just gotten a concussion from that! I know Matt’s not the kindest but…come on, you’ll hurt his feelings too!”JP: “That’s just the thing, Ray. Oliveira and his tag team partner have been ridiculed as being nothing but comedians during their tag title reign, and that the only punch they pack is a punch-line.”
Ray: “So you justify giving that tear-jerking stallion of a man a concussion with that?”JP: “Last time I checked, Ray, we’re a wrestling organization. Injuries can, and will, happen.”

Alex curls up on the concrete floor as tears begin to form in the corners of his eyes from the bounce his head took on the ground. His hands cup the back of his cranium while fans stare down at him from behind the barricade, the same obscenities and cat-calling from before egging on his opponent. Oliveira himself creaks up onto his knees in realization that diving dropkicks aren’t the greatest of ideas with a hand pressed at his mid-back. Regardless of his ailments, Matt returns to standing and steps over the top-half of the steel steps while rounding the ring corner to where Night lays. The reverberation of pain in the teen’s head keeps his eyes closed, wincing still, perhaps a tad too much. As The Genius grabs Alex by his hair again, Night replays the previous possum-tactic and swings for the groin of the Canuck only to catch air. The instinctive retreat of Matt’s haunches saves his nether-region from becoming a speed bag and he straightens up to a stand. Night’s eyes go wide as his plan backfires, watching as his opponent both lifts and drives a boot into his left pectoral. Oliveira repeats the kick once more and quickly bends at the waist to retrieve his adversary from the depths of the ringside mats. Alex, subdued momentarily, is shoved into the ring from under the bottom rope. The Californian then grasps at his chest and staggers back to his feet in scrapping of his falsified strategy. The Orchardian follows, quick to advance on the stunned youngster as he slithers under the ropes and scrambles to his feet. Alex pivots on spaghetti legs and the two men meet in the middle of the ring, Matt keeping his lead with a toe kick to the abdomen. Night folds in-half and is shunted into the ropes behind him with his arm held in the taped palm of Oliveira. He is then ricocheted across the ring and makes contact with the ropes, yet holds himself back by underhooking the top rope behind him. His legs leave the canvas slightly with his momentum, yet nonetheless halts Matt’s Irish whip. Even without a glance to his enemy, Alex ducks under the ropes and stands out on the apron, turning his back on the squared circle once more and glancing at the fans. In arrogance, the middleweight gestures with a pointed finger to the side of his head, shouting “Who’s the Genius now?” with a smile in-reference to his reversal. Alex then turns back around in time to be face-to-face with Oliveira who has now closed the space between them, his hands placed on the top rope as well. Then in full cartoon folly, Matt pushes the rope towards Night with all his strength, then back toward him. This motions Alex, in his grip, to leave his feet and flop back into the ring unceremoniously.

JP: “…I think we found him.”

The Hollywood Hunk lands squarely on his back and rushes to a vertical stance with Oliveira stalking him from behind, waiting and hoping that upon turning around, he can get that split second to superkick his way to victory. However, this time was not the case. Upon turning around, Alex is instantly locked into a collar-and-elbow tie up only to come to the realization that he’s been thwarted again as his arm is stretched over Matt’s neck. Then, with the hurling back of his weight, Oliveira lifts Night over his own form to come sprawling to the canvas with a vertical suplex. A gasp escapes the chest of The California Charmer as he glares at the rafters of the EVPW arena. Quickly, the Genius crawls over to his opponent and places a hand onto Nights, bending his elbow and pinning him to the mat below. The referee dives to the canvas and peeks at Alex’s shoulders, going on to drive his hand to the surface.

1…2-

Alex forcefully bucks out of the pin attempt, objecting to his would-be hindering PPV loss. Oliveira then pushes himself up off the mat unsurprised, and continues his barrage of maneuvers by coercing Night up with him by the back of his neck. The veteran then pushes the younger into the nearest corner and drives his forearm into the jaw of the West-Coast Whiner with a European uppercut, following up with a knife-edge chop that sends a snapping sound through the arena. Onlookers howl with a Flair-like tribute in instinct to the sound which is met with the howling of Alex himself, in pain rather than cheer. A second chop strikes the bare chest of the rookie leading him to crumbling slightly against the turnbuckle, a sheer look of untolerated anguish on his face. Matt then whips Night diagonally across the ring where the Hollywood-native competitor absorbs the crash into the pads and raises up his boots with his mass held by his arms across the highest rope. The charging Genius collides head-first with the sole of Alex’s boot, sending him wobbling backward. Alex then bursts out of the corner in a run with a single arm held out which catches Oliveira stiffly under the jaw and sends him to the mat with a clothesline. Not through with yet, the shaken Canadian pulls himself up with Night watching, and with leisure is he slammed to the canvas with a scoop slam by the California Crybaby. Alex then jaunts over to the corner and climbs up to the second rope, facing into the ring, watching the dazed tag team champ as he lay supine. With a grin of his own, Night hops off his feet and springboards into the air, driving the back of his knee across the throat of his opponent.

JP: "Second-rope leg drop across the neck of Oliveira, looks like Alex actually has got quite the repetoire when you overlook the fact that he could barely stare his opponents in the eye since he never stops blubbering."
Ray: "HEY, maybe they ate something with onion for dinner, those things burn."

Oliveira squirms as he holds a hand to his throat, a small cough emerging from the blow to his larynx. The stubborn Ontario native begins to prop himself up on an elbow with the intent of regaining his control of the contest, yet left fairly vulnerable to his adversary. Alex fights through the punishment exerted on his tailbone from the leg drop, even though he himself administered the move, and tackles the writhing Oliveira. Learning quickly, The Charmer sticks to an area on his rival, being that the same area of his most impactful move yet. He quickly binds his arm around the middle of Matt’s throat, snaking his hand into the crux of his opposite appendage and locking in a sleeper hold. The corroded artery leading up the side of his opponent’s neck is compressed by his bicep, leaving Oliveira to grow groggy fairly quick. Sure enough, his blood begins to rise to the skin of his cheeks and brow, reddening the complexion of the subdued United Glory titleholder. Alex smirks once more, actually confident, Oliveira nowhere near the ropes. Finally the teen is in a predicament that he could take it all home, yet that is the time that his focus is challenged once more. Not in the resistance of his opponent is Alex confronted, but the hundreds, thousands of fans around the ring…

“GIVE-UP, NIGHT-LIGHT! *clap, clap,clapclapclap* GIVE-UP, NIGHT-LIGHT! *clap, clap,clapclapclap* GIVE-UP, NIGHT-LIGHT! *clap, clap,clapclapclap*”

TBCB Alex, you handsome devil, you

[magnus]

As the energetic fans continue on with their chants, the youngster begins to show his immature side by closing his eyes and sticking his tongue out. But as he soon relieves the fans aren’t at all phased by his idiotic taunts, he starts to stomp his feet. However, that also proves nothing to the audience who are getting a good laugh at his performances. The Hollywood Hunk finally has enough and unties his arms from around his rival’s neck and allows his lifeless body flop to the canvas below. “Look at your fallen hero!” The yell is barely audible over the pumped fan’s chants. As the Crybaby begins to fight back tears, he soon diverts his attention to inflicting pain on the vulnerable, and defenseless, Matt Oliveira, by advancing forward whilst unloading a shit-load of kicks all aimed at the back his head. With each kick growing in impact after the other, Matt throws his hands on the back of his head as if he was being arrested, to deflect as many blows as he can. The angered Night, bends down and grips a whole section of Matt’s curly locks before yanking him viciously to a vertical stance.

“See Jimmy, this man is strong, and emotional too. There is nothing wrong with that, at all. He can cry on my shoulder anytime.”

“Oh. Nice to know. But look at how hard he‘s pulling on Matt‘s hair. That must really hurt.”

The Genius is now flicked into the far corner by his arm, and as soon his back is solidly planted into it, the Californian dashes forward. With his acceleration increasing by the second, he leaps of the ground and goes flying at a tremendous speed towards the cornered Matt. Something tells the tag champ to move, and he does so just at the last second. Well, he actually lets his legs give from under him, leaving Alex to collide with the hard, lightly padded corner chest first. The pain ridden Alex, somehow manages to keep himself at a vertical base despite having the air knocked clean out of him. Matt looks up with widen eyes, and quickly uses an arm to push himself up just a few inches off the mat. From his position he takes his free hand and pull Alex down to the mat, Matt now quickly rolls AN up, and grips his tights. The ref quickly falls to the mat and counts for a pin.

“ONE”
“TWO”
“THRAAW!!”

Despite the grip the Hardcore Genius had on his tights, Night was able to push his legs forward and knock Matt away, whilst breaking the count of three. Matt rolls his eyes, annoyed at the fact that he hasn’t yet put away the delinquent away. The aggravated Stone Orchard member crawls to the corner and sits himself in it. He lips something along the lines of “What the fuck,” he then takes his arms are reaches for the top and pulls himself into a standing position. With the younger superstar just now crawling to a vertical base, Matt goes over and decides to give him s help up. He reaches for his curly locks and drags him to his knees. Alas, that’s as far as matt gets with the help of his opponent. Oliveira takes Alex and places his head just above the second rope so that his head is up against the rope. The tag champ then throws both of his opponent’s arms over the second rope to insure he’ll stay put and gravity’s pull wont pull him down. The GHW veteran now takes a few cautious steps back, making sure th body of his opponent is staying put, then walks just behind his body. With a gleaming smile, Matt reaches down and grabs Night’s feet.

With his body now perpendicular to Matt’s, the Stone Orchadian spreads his legs apart leaving a wide open path to Night’s Night-Lights. Matt smiles, as do the fans when he decides the suspense was enough on the fans he throws his heavy boot right into the wide-open, tender nuggets of his adversary. Matt just then releases his grip, only to watch the Youngman toss, and flop on the mat like a fish out of water, whilst gripping his injured testicles which just might have found a new home in his lower stomach. Some of the fans seem to actually feel sympathy as some cover their mouths and grip their own groin area, as if they could actually feel his pain. Matt, however, stands in the center of the ring and does his signature Crucifix pose with his arms thrown out to his side, and his head tilted back.

[MattOliveira]

The official strides across the ring and confronts The Genius, exclaiming him in warning from the blatant low blow he just struck. Due to this, Oliveira drops his pose and glances back at the referee. Rather, his head is clear, with a blank face and optimism that he would remain from a disqualification loss due to the fact Alex has caused the enforcer as much trouble –if not more. Matt snuffs out his reprimanding and sidesteps the official, stepping forth and bending to grab Alex by the hair. The Californian Crybaby is irked to his feet and shoved into the corner, unable to help the fact he begins to crumble in testicular pain from a size-13 combat boot.

Ray: “So…nothing? Matt just booted Alex Night in the jewels and…nothing?!”
JP: “…well, I don’t like to question our officials ability to be swayed in fights like these, but face it, Alex is as annoying as they come.”

A forearm driven into the collarbone of Alex keeps him from wilting as he leans against the turnbuckle, applied by his opponent. Oliveira turns sideways with Night groggy, and lifts his right hand into the air before bringing it down palm-first onto the pectorals of his youngster adversary. In the same motion after contact, Matt swings out his arm once again and brings in his hand which he then drives across the side of the head in an elbow shot. As he clips Alex’s skull, he once more brings his arm up and chops, then elbow, then chop, then elbow. The two-step combination makes a round-trip roughly five times for Night to endure the barrage of head-knocking blows, those watching beginning to cheer louder and louder until the hits cease. With a flick back of his hair, The Genius retreats from his grudge-of-the-week to the center of the ring, only to pivot on his heels and come running back with a turnbuckle splash attempt. However, like previous in the match, a boot connects with his cranium which stops him in his tracks. Alex seizes the opportunity and jaunts forward, capturing an arm as he does and hurls Oliveira to the opposite corner. Yet, the veteran reverses and Night finds himself hurdling to his own destination. The strength of the Canuck shows off as Alex’s spine is jarred off the trio of pads in almost a bounce as he creaks, staggers, out from the vertices. Matt then advances a series of steps to Night and drives a boot into the breadbasket of the Hollywood Hunk, sending him gasping for air due to the diaphragm damage suffered by the boot as he folds forward at the waist. Vying for an instant victory, the tag team champion tucks the American’s head under his arm, raising his opposite into the air in signaling for the sendoff.

JP: “Looks like- Magnum DDT?”

Close enough for Pate to call it, Night scrambles from the facelock and strafes to the side. Oliveira, caught off-guard from the reversal, spins around to confront him and regain control only to see a superkick-sent boot come speeding to his face…

Ray: “DE-CHARMER! DE-CHARM…”
JP: “NO!”

With a snapping sound, the palms of Matt’s hands slap the appendage and catch it inches away from his own face. Both men with wide-eyes, Alex hobbles on one foot as the other is in the clutches of the man he just attempted to render unconscious. Oliveira grins in confidence again, the fact that both men are able to call one another’s final maneuvers is on his side for the moment. Cleverly, the Genius locks his catch in the crux of his arm, leaving the other to grab at the toe of Night’s boot and twist sideways in a standing ankle lock. Due to force, Alex immediately alleviates the torque of the submission hold by pivoting on his remaining leg with a wince. He darts his eyes out before him to see the top rope only a few feet from him, and desperately reaches for it as an escape route. Seeing this, Matt lurches back immediately, causing the West-coaster to lose his balance and flop to the canvas. Only then is the ankle lock ‘locked’ in with the youngster on the mat. Oliveira powers with all his force in twisting at the leg of his rival, Alex Night now yelling aloud in anguish. However, in great benefit to the Emotional Icon is his height and strength of his own as he frantically claws his way from the middle of the squared circle. Inch by inch, the Genius is forced to give up ground to the wriggling of his suffering adversary until, to the frustration of the Canuck, Alex wraps a single hand around the bottom rope.

Jeering spills from the EVPW fans as they are denied the privilege of seeing the teenager tap out, which flusters Matt even more. Alex continues screaming as his ankle is twisted in a hold that then should’ve been immediately halted, yet the grip of Oliveira remains strong even in knowing that the submission is now null and void. The referee begins coercing the Genius to relieve the hold, yet the furrowing vet shows no intentions on letting go. The rookie’s ability to fight had actually gotten to the titleholder, now out to injure the youngster rather than defeat him. Seeing no escape from the aggression shown, Alex begins scrambling up the ropes with his upper body until getting to a one-legged stand once again. Matt begins buckling from the resistance of the naïve newcomer as he begins pivoting inward to face him in the eyes. With a jerking of his head and torso, Oliveira angrily attempts to send Alex back to the mat, yet his lackluster pleas for control go unanswered. It is then that Night shows a significant amount of wrestling thought as he kips up off his lower leg and brings it cracking against the Canadian’s head with a startling enzuigiri. The sickening assault to the side of the veteran’s skull limps his arms and legs, and Matt comes crashing to the mat in half-conscious –his frustration halted by a swift kick to his cranium. Night himself falls to the surface and holds his ankle with squinted eyes, a stalemate of sorts falling upon the two competitors as they both lay on the mat.