Bryan Hawk vs Ryu Yoshikazu

[Ryu Yoshikazu]

Ryu's Contract

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All the plebeians, the fans who pack the arena for the annual Madhouse event remain in their seats, still on edge and utterly excited by the violence that has already transpired, and the action left to take place.

LM: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and has a thirty minute time limit."

The gymnasium lights suddenly dim, causing the venue to go deafly silent. A small spotlight in the rafters suddenly cuts on, prompting a crimson shadow to bleed across the arena. The crimson hues float over the steel of the stage and entryway, and are somewhat absorbed the white white canvas of the squared hell. A slow, ominous guitar riff follows, greeting the spectators, thus taking you into Atreyu's "Storm To Pass." The flummoxed audience turns its attention to the entryway, the unfamiliar tune raising their anticipation and eagerness to substantial heights. The curtains dividing ringside and the backstage area suddenly thrown back, as the superstar behind the music emerges. Lizzie Morna struts her way back into the middle of the squared circle, drawing the fans attention as she continues her introduction.

"Introducing first, standing at six feet, one inch, and weighing in at two hundred and five pounds, from Soka, Saitama, Japan.... this is Ryu Yoshikazu!"

The Asian scans over the audience, a white towel wrapped around his neck, while he stands draped in a leather jacket which casts a silhouette across his bare chest. He passes his hands along his red tights, a black dragon cascading down his left leg, while his initials, plastered in white, run down his right thigh. Ryu takes a deep breath, eyes continuing to survey the situation, his hair dangling freely in shades of brown black.

Razor wire
Gift wraps the things we've done
Afterthoughts
Of past storms weathered before

Yoshizaku makes his way down the ramp with a steady march. His squinted eyes remain in front of him as he reaches ringside, "Storm To Pass" continues to blare through the speakers. Ryu knees up onto the apron, quickly pulling on the top rope before using the elasticity of the ropes to propell himself off the apron and into the air. The Asian somersaults into the ring, immediately exploiting the momentum into a roll before springing to his feet, further exciting the crowd with his athletically flashy entrance.


Oh, no! Oh, no!
I watch the clouds roll in
Oh, no! Oh, no!
It's happening again

RW: "David slayed Goliath this past Genesis when Ryu defeated the returning Demon. I doubt he'll fare as well tonigh against the Company's own Bryan Hawk."
JP: "Hawk is on bit of a losing streak though Ray. His confidence has surely diminished. He can't buy a victory as of late."
"Well a win is up for sale tonight, and he can purchase it buy kicking Yoshi's ass. "
"Which is no easy task. Demon can attest to that. If Hawk looks past Ryu, he may be looking at the ceiling for having his brains kicked out!"

I'll be watching, waiting
Dreadful, shaking
Will the storm pass over us today?
Will lighting strike our sins away?
Watching
Waiting
Falling
Shaking
Will the storm pass over us today?
Or is the future looking grey?

Ryu ventures to the nearest corner, slowly ascending it before perching himself up on the top, slowly removing his vest in the process. He tosses it into over ropes to the floor, before taking his towel from around his neck and hanging it over the ropes. As he sits a top the top turnbuckle he turns his head to the entryway, beginning to contemplate strategy as he awaits the arrival of his opponent. With his tune coming to an abrupt end, he strokes his fingers on his goatee before cracking his knuckles, demonstrating his pre-match tendencies as well as overcoming his jitters, nerves very much expected in first PPV.

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TBCB Hawk

[Desperado]

'Big Nut Bust' by Big Sean ft. Travis Barker hits the arena as Satan's favourite son makes his way out. Smoke is rising through the ventilators, shining blue due to the neon lights lining the entrance ramp. The titantron displays all the knockout victories from his glory days as an amateur boxer and wrestler.

Asshole then, bigger d-ck now
don't believe me, bitch look down
l-l-look down, tell me how I look now
l-l-look now, bitch look down

Airhead hoes on my kush cloud
thought I was cute then, bitch how I look now
how I look now, tell me how I look now
how I look now, bitch look down

"And his opponent, ... He stands at 6 feet tall and weighing in at 200 lbs...

"He is ... The King of the Ring, the Master of Mayhem, The Predator of the Skies, ... BRYAN HAWK!"

Dressed in a glamorous, custom designed boxing gown, the former junior middleweight amateur boxing champion stands in charismatic pose at the top of the ramp. His hands are gloved with the tip for the fingers removed. Although not as comfortable as boxing gloves, they were the next best thing. He begins to bounce on the spot, making dodging movements as if he were fighting an imaginary opponent, a smile lining his face.

Ok she why would he, why would he
dropping it properly
got her legs in an angle, that sh-t look like Isosceles
I got 80 carats on me cause I make all that broccoli
got her camera phone, pop, pop, pop, bottles
I know She Could Pop With me
ey ai, ey ai, we hot we hot
at the bar giving away more shots than G-I, G-I
your girlfriend is all on my D-I, D-I
you know, you know
B-I,B-I ...G

His eyes seek out the ring then turn left to right before he bends his knees and goes into a crouching position. Using his legs to propel his feet, he jumps into the air, punching the very atmosphere with an uppercut that sends the crowd into uproar as fireworks explode in spectacular fashion all around the entrance ramp, several times.

"With the losing streak he has been on, he's got to turn it around with this match."

"I heard rumors that the Company might cancel his contract if he loses this one."

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Once the fireworks have stopped, Bryan dashes forward, heading for the ring. Upon reaching it, he takes a leap onto the apron and using his right hand he grabs a-hold of the top rope and uses it to leap over it, landing on his feet in the ring.

Standing on his feet, he smirks cheekily at his opponent, as if he was about to have the greatest fun ever.

"Yo Ryu Yoshi-Cow. Wassup man? You're like the most epic character I've ever met. How did you come up with that name? Its like a mix up of Street Fighter and Mario. If that's your real name, either your momma was drunk on ape-shit or a huge Nintendo Fan."

Hawk stops talking a moment, taking a look at his opponent before continuing.

"Then again, you are asian so I'm not surprised. Dude's over there eat rottweilers and stuff. Is that true? Haha..."

Bryan laughs as he drops the mic and gets ready for the final addition to this match.[/blockquote]

TBCB Ryu

[Ryu Yoshikazu]

Hammer meets metal three times and that very sound echoes throughout the arena, signaling the start of the match. Ryu brandishes a smile at Bryan Hawk who in turn cocks a confident, smug grin, self-amused by his pre-match antics. The two suddenly advance to the center of the squared hell, locking in a collar and elbow tie. Not long after does the Company endorsed superstar grab Yoshikazu's arm before spinning under it, whilst twisting it and hyperextending the elbow. The asian superstar winces slightly from the deceptively painful grapple, but keeps his composure, simply rolling forward before springing to his feet, coercing his arm back to its neutral position. He proceeds to drop to his knees before taking his free hand and swiping at Hawk's legs as if he were chopping down a tree, taking them out from under him and dropping him to the canvas. Yoshi then attempts to mount his foe, while simultaneously pressing his palms against Bryan's, and entwining his fingers with his counterparts. Hawk blocks the maneuver, bringing his knees to his abdomen, forcing Ryu to careen against them. In one fluid motion the technical master leaps backward, using his leverage to drag Hawk from his supine position and back to a full verticality before leaping back into the air, whilst relinquishing the playground-mercyhold looking fingercuff and ending up straddling the New Yorker's shoulders. With his legs strategically scissored around his adversaries neck, Yoshikazu flips backward, whilst dragging Bryan off his feet and influencing him into a forward somersault. The Yankee lands with a thud on the mat, before quickly rolling under the bottom rope and out of the ring. He slams his hand on the side of the apron in frustration; on the outside looking in, the Predator of the Skies locks eyes with his opponent, with the pugilist glaring and his counterpart staring back confidently. Ryu begins to applaud, clapping his hands together in a sardonic manner, indicating no approval of his foe's performance, rather showing him he wont be taken lightly.

"That was brilliant catch-as-catch-can wrestling from those two, with Ryu just getting the better of the Hawk. That Hurricanrana will definitely give Bryan something to think about."
"Yoshi is quicker than a hickup, and small enough to squeeze in and out of the smallest holes. Now that I mentioned it-"
"Where you going with this Ray?"
"...Listen all I'm saying is Bryan needs to get his head in the game, because Ryu can score a pinfall out of any position."

Bryan slides back into the ring facing no opposition, Ryu extended his arm out as in invitation for the New Yorker to try again. Hawk looks into the crowd with his peripheral vision, before hissing his frustration, appearing flustered by his foe in the early goings of the contest. Ryu begins shuffling feet, dancing in place before approaching his adversary, extending both his hands, edging on another lock-up of sorts. Hawk obliges, both competitors come together in a collar-and-elbow tie once more initiating round two of wits matching and muscular fortitude. Despite giving up the advantage in the strength and height department, Ryu uses his drive, determination, and lower focus of balance to back his opponent up, sending Hawk backpedaling and reeling into the ropes. Upon contact with the Yankee's back impacting the ring cables the asian relinquishes his hold. Afterward he seizes the Hammer of Brooklyn by his arm, before pulling him off the ropes and attempting to launch him across the squared circle. Bryan has other plans however, intending no longer to be outstaged by his opponent in their technical showcase. He evasively spins, ending up facing Ryu, and quickly grabs his arm, both upper and lower and reels him in. The two combatants embrace as Bryan executes a waistlock, clasping his hands together upon contact. He shifts his weight behind him, dragging the Cruiserweight off his feet and tossing him overhead, causing him to flip forward in complete revolution. The asian crashes into the canvas with a resounding thud, the back of his head taking the brunt of the impact in wake of his fall from grace. With his opponent's shoulders flattened to the canvas, Hawk crawls over to his sprawled body and hooks his leg, the referee immediately executes a pinfall.

"ONE"

"TWO"

Yoshikazu contorts himself, lifting a shoulder up off the canvas, and proving how much of a shrewd and opportunistic superstar he is, scissors his legs around the arm of his nemesis before wrapping his hands around Hawk's face. He conjoins his hands before rolling off his back and to a seated position, dragging Satan's favorite son to a prone position and catapulting him to the precipice of defeat. As his head is pulled back, his eyes bulge with fear and utmost trepidation, captured and held captive in a hell much worse than anything the devil could create. The crowd erupts, standing on its feet, both cheering and looking on intently as Hawk lies imprisoned in the Crossface, with his hand hovering over the mat, appearing mere seconds away from succumbing to the pain and submitting to his opponent. The panicking Bronx brawler reaches for the ropes, but salvation proves elusive, the ring cables are much to far out of the New Yorker's reach. With escape using the ring elements having been thwarted, Hawk raises himself up onto his knees before rolling onto his back, shifting both superstars positioning, ending up with his upperback on top of Ryu's chest, with the asian himself beneath his foe's frame with his shoulder pinned down to the mat. The referee slides down into position, as the Company's contract killer tries to coerce his adversaries to give up his submission hold with a pin attempt. With his freehand, Hawk reaches out and grasps the rope, clutching it tightly, looking to steal the victory.

"ONE"

"TWO"

Before the count of the three the referee stops mid-stride, catching Bryan's illegal, underhanded tactic in the corner of his eye. The referee calls for a stoppage, pulling Bryan's arm off the rope and pushing and calling for a break. As the two men release their grasps on one another, Ryu rolls away, completely confused to what's going on, contrary to Hawk who's face is contorted in confusion, but not in ignorance of what's going on, but due to the fact he got caught with his hands in the cookie jar.

"Oh come on ref that kind of behavior has to warrant a disqualification!"
"He's trying everything to break that losing streak. He almost succeeded too, if not for that referee worrying about unimportant things instead of just doing his job."
"He's paid to officiate a fair match, and cheating isn't allowed. I'll say, what good is winning if you've got to cheat to do it?"
"The only thing that matters is that 'W' in the win column Jimmy. "

Hawk berates the referee, before shoving him out of the way, and suddenly charging at Yoshikazu in a rage induced dash. Ryu exploits his foe's impetuousness against him, tripping him with a Drop Toe Hold. Ryu quickly grabs the Yankee's trapped leg, climbing to his feet with it in grasp before transitioning his clutch to his ankle and beginning to twist it out of its socket. Hawk just escapes having his impulsiveness be his downfall, turning onto his back and taking his free leg and driving it into Yoshi's chest, using his leg strength created from his six foot, four frame to drive the asian superstar back, sending him staggering into the corner. As he rolls back in an attempt to climb to his feet, Ryu charges out of the corner, looking to land a glancing blow before Hawk can do so. He fails, as Bryan springs to complete verticality, quickly leaping into the air and bringing his knees inward before extending them back outward, driving the soles of his boots into his opponent's mug. Yoshikazu is taken off his feet, laying him out with the skillful maneuver.

"And that's the Bryan Hawk we all know and love. He just kicked his teeth out with that Drop Kick! Did you see the hangtime in that Jimmy!?"
"Let's not overlook how very fortunate he was to have escaped the Ankle Lock Ray. He may be in control now, but he ought to be careful from here on out. One false move, and he could be tapping out to one of Yoshikazu's many submissions. And that means more heat from the Company."
"And not in a good way either!"

TBCB Hawk

[Desperado]

Hawk smiles boastfully as he spreads his arms to his side, looking down upon his fallen opponent, as he towers over him, despite only standing on his knees. Despite the moment wasted, Bryan covers his foe for the pin. Its a quick one-two before the shoulder of Yoshikazu goes up. Hawk isn't too disappointed by the result, having half expected his opponent to get the shoulder up. It wasn't about winning this match as quick as possible any more. Hawk had found a worthy opponent and this match suddenly became a whole lot of fun for the American. Hawk stared at the crowd for a brief moment as he remained kneeling besides the downed Ryu but got to his feet before the Asian could do so, taking him by the black of his hair. Pulling on the roots, Hawk had him back to his feet but not at his own will. He was now at Hawk's mercy.

Bryan lifted his knee high enough to reach the ribs of his opponent who was forced low enough to greet them. With the knee-chest meeting over and the opponent hurt, Hawk threw him head first into the turnbuckle. Ryu ricocheted off and back into Hawk's clutches who had immediately position himself for the waist lock. The catch and drop was immaculately executed with one-swift movement that saw the Asian heaved off the ground and back to the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex. Hawk once again tested his opponent's resolve with a pin-fall, much quicker than the previous one but the result was the same. Ryu got the shoulder up as soon as the referee brought his hand down for the second time. Hawk remained on his knees again for a moment, this time a little annoyed but not too fussed. He was still in control of this match and if it carried going as it was, he would thoroughly enjoy himself.

"And Ryu kicks out once again. This is Hawk's third attempt that Ryu has fought out of."

"I'm already a fan of this guy. The determination and willpower is amazing. This guy is the real deal."

The aftermath to the pin-fall attempt was similar to the one before, almost deja-vu like with Bryan grasping Ryu by the locks of his hair once again. The difference this time however was that 'Yoshi-Cow' knew what was coming. Having memorized the sequence from before, Ryu parried the incoming knee by blocking with his arms. The force on his head brought him lower but using it to his advantage, he tucked himself into Bryan's body and took him onto his shoulders and rolled Byran onto his back, on the mat with a fireman carry. Bryan, confused at how he had ended up in such a position was in no position to counter the elbow drop the came his way. Landing on the sternum of his chest, Bryan let out a deep groan as he twitched on the ground in agony, rolling around whilst doing so.

The Japanese sensation found this to be the perfect opportunity to set-up another set of moves. From his time in Japanese wrestling, he knew exactly how to capitalize on an opponent's mistake. Quick on his feet, EVPW's newest 'Superstar' went straight for the turnbuckle, flying onto the top effortlessly as if they were stairs to his bedroom. Hawk's rolling about was putting him off his aerial assault, as he awaited his adversary to fall into the perfect positioning. Aerial moves were all about the timing and he wanted to get this perfect. Hawk hadn't done any homework on the opponent even though it was only a single match to watch. He had left it all down to what takes place on the night, relying on his skills in the ring. Hawk came to a stop from his over-reaction to the elbow drop and took one look up and knew immediately that he was in danger. His reactions were as quick as they come as he rolled his body out of harms way at the last moment as the leg-drop comes crashing into the mat beside him followed by a look of agony and disappointment from his Japanese opponent. Despite the near-miss Bryan couldn't help but laugh out loud at the misery of his rival.

"And he's laughing in the face of his opponent."

"That's disrespectful."

"It was funny. You need to lighten up. Bryan has fun in the ring. All wrestlers should be like Bryan Hawk."

But the Samurai didn't stay down for long. Back on to his feet, soldiering through the burning pain in his ass, Ryu Yoshikazu was ready for action. Bryan didn't even have a chance to recover to his feet following his fit of laughter, managing to escape to the outside of the ring just before the baseball slide came in his direction but his movements weren't fast enough to avoid it completely as the feet of the Jap struck him in the back knocking him to the ground in an embarrassing slump. With a scowl on his face, Bryan began to lift his body off the floor, brushing off the imaginary dirt that had gathered over it, not paying any attention to his energetic opponent. This was a unwise move. A very bad move in fact for Ryu had ran across the ring to the ring-ropes opposite to the one's Bryan had escaped from and used them to propel himself in a forward motion as he committed himself to a kamikaze attack, butterfly twisting over the top rope before falling into a corkscrew action, taking Bryan out upon the landing. The American found himself back on the ground once again and this time he was infuriated.

"Hawk isn't happy with having to meet the ground twice in a row. The referee doesn't even need to bother counting, he'll be back on his feet in no time and he ain't going to let this match end via a count-out. He's not laughing now is he?"

Ray White ignored his partners jibe similar to the Yank ignoring the pain that ached from his bones. Hawk brushed away the body off his foe who had already started to get to his feet.

"You know when they say 'men-of-steel'. These guys are it. Do they even feel pain. They go down and back up without a complaint."

The Brooklyn Boxer made the greatest effort to back on his feet before the Sensational Ryu but he failed in his attempt as the two found their feet at exactly the same time. The two competed a stare-down at the base of the ring as the referee stood over them, counting them out and beckoning them to re-enter the ring at the same time but the two remained affixed upon one another, trying to psyche each other out. Upon the instruction of the official, they entered the ring at the same time but took up their positions almost immediately... This time in the center of the ring. The two competitors remained focused upon one another. Each not willing to back out of this staring contest. Hawk held no respect for anybody and such disrespect wasn't going to hang with Ryu.

Bryan made the first move, displaying his thug like characteristics as he grabbed his foe by the neck with one hand whilst using the other to slap some sense into him. He was an American Superstar and he wouldn't allow this new kid on the block to show him up. Yoshikazu didn't take to the slap too lightly as he took a step back before snapping a jab back so fast, Bryan didn't have any time to react to it, despite his amazing boxing reflexes. Hawk was taken a-back a little. Taking his thumb to his lips as if to check the extent of the damage, Bryan displayed a smile which didn't go with the current situation. His mood changed from angry to cunning within a moment. Bryan took up his boxing stance and waited for his opponent to do the same but Ryu was not interested in getting involved in any games Bryan wanted to play but his decision to not take up a stance proved to be the wrong one as Hawk rained down a quick one-two combo before connecting with a hook to the Jap's cheek-bone that forced a mouthful of a spit out of the Saitamo resident. Ryu retaliated with a quick kick to the back of Bryan's leg, bringing him down to his knee but before he could pull the trigger for the step-up enziguiri, Bryan caught him with a 'Gazelle Punch' as he leapt off the ground with a crouching uppercut that leveled Ryu with one tremendous blow.

"I think he's got him. That punch can knock the lights out for anyone."

"But this guy ain't no ordinary guy. Defeating a former Imperial Champion in his debut match. I can put money on his to get back up from that punch. Bryan ain't half the boxer he used to be. Its evident from his lack of performance."

The Free-Bird beamed a smile that grinned from ear-to-ear, dropping to his knee's for what he believed to be the one final time as he went to cover the body of his adversary. The audience stood to their feet. The referee slid into position and the Bryan Hawk fans held their breath as the zebra-striped official began his count.

"...One..."

"...Two..."

"...Thr..."

"He's got his shoulder up! I don't believe this. How did he get his shoulder up?"

"I told you so. Ryu ain't losing this battle so easily."

"You think its been an easy fight so far?"

This was unreal. It wasn't possible. How could this be? How could this weak, lame-ass, excuse of a wrestler survive his most powerful uppercut? He executed it perfectly. Bryan was a mixture of confusion and anger and he wasn't willing to accept it. He couldn't be bothered with an extension to this match. He'd planned a fairly early finish so he prove the critics wrong about him. He was a fine, accomplished wrestler, ready to take down Kasabian Stalker but this Japanese guy was a thorn in his path, refusing to budge. Refusing to accept the outcome of the pin-fall, The fists of Satan pinned Ryu down once again, calling the referee for a consecutive pin-fall in a desperate attempt. But his attempt was futile, just like the previous one and the ones before that. Ryu Yoshikazu wouldn't allow this American to take the victory. The blood of his samurai ancestors flowed through his veins. The two count was all Bryan was getting before Ryu kicked out once again...

[Ryu Yoshikazu]

The frustrated, flustered New Yorker grapples Yoshikazu by the head before repeatedly slamming the back of his cranium into the mat. The seething Freebird allows his anger and rage to flourish, continuing to drive Ryu’s head into the mat with a complete disregard for his well being, or the demand of the referee for that matter. The acting official pleads for Hawk to stop, going as far to disqualify him if he refuses. With utter reluctance, Bryan finally relinquishes his hold, climbing to his feet, chest rising and falling rapidly, clearly panting as sweat cascades from his brow and steam fires out of his nostrils. The Company’s poster boy gradually regains his composure, slowing down his breathing and beginning to think rationally. But that doesn’t mean he’ll be taking in the considerations and opinions of the referee, blocking out the zebra clad official, whilst shoving him aside before leaning over and grabbing Ryu’s boot. Bryan drags the Yoshi’s lifeless carcass toward the turnbuckle, stretching his body out, leaving him sprawled as he releases the leg and turns to the turnbuckles. Hawk buries his face in the top turnbuckle, fatigue seemingly beginning to set in as he starts to pace himself. His head snaps back, his brown hair flying to the back of his neck, his head being raised high to the rafters at the top of the arena. After taking a deep breath, the Yankee leaps into the air, outstretching his legs onto either side of the ropes. He drops down, using the buoyancy, and elasticity of the ropes to springboard himself into the ambiance. He flips backward, exploiting the created momentum to plummet back down t the ground. The artful, brilliant Moonsault fails to find its mark however, as Ryu raises bent knees to his abdomen in self defense. Bryan plummets down on the aforementioned limbs, before collapsing to his side, hands gingerly tending to his midsection, face curled in a grimace as he writhes in pain.

"Nobody home like an abandoned house."
"Oh there was somebody home, there's just no guests allowed!"
"If he would have nailed that Moonsault, we would be singing his praises!"
"I wouldn't be singing anything. But you can feel free to display your... flamboyancy Ray."

The patrons begin clapping and stomping on the floor in an attempt to rile both competitors to their feet. The pain is ridden on the faces of both superstars, having been pushed to their breaking points early in what is turning out to be a grueling, yet back and fourth contest. Ryu Yoshikazu regains full verticality in the corner, using the aid of the ropes, contrary to Bryan Hawk who staggers to his feet, his abdomen still strained from having knees maliciously driven into it. However he hides the cringe on his face, not looking to appear in agony and give his adversary the psychological edge in a match where the two combatants seem to be match one another blow for blow. The two titans approach one another; phase two of the match coming to commencement as Hawk throws a right hand. Ryu blocks it with, before winding up his leg, quickly swinging it across his body and viciously driving it into Hawk's hamstring. The asian spitfire follows up with a second and third strike, each kick thrown with more vigor than its predecessors, but as just as precise, clashing into the back of Bryan's legs. Out of desperation, the Hammer of Brooklyn lunges forward with a raised knee; his knee burrows into Ryu's solar plexus, causing him to double over and suppressing his onslaught before it could progress. The Predator of the Skies grabs Yoshikazu by the arm, both upper and lower, before launching him toward the nearby turnbuckle. With Hawk scurrying right behind him in hot pursuit, the Cruiserweight takes evasive action, quickly running up the turnbuckle with remarkable agility and balance before pushing off with his feet, effectively leaping backward and over the head of his incoming foe. The bewildered Hawk turns around, perturbed by Ryu's evasion, and even more befuddled that he's in a prime position to attack. Due to this, the appalled New Yorker acts on impulse alone, releasing a fiendish battle cry as he steps forward and mightily swings his arm through the electric atmosphere. The light footed asian circumvents the Clothesline, ending up behind his opponent. From there he demonstrates his technical prowess, hastily applying a waistlock before bridging his back and driving his momentum backward, whilst lifting Hawk off his feet and driving the back of his head and neck into the canvas with tremendous force. Yoshikazu holds on like a rabid dog, and with his hands still clasped together, he rolls back to his feet, Hawk's reaches out for the ropes in desperation, hoping to liberate himself from the grapple, but to no avail. Once more he ascends through the air, before being slammed head first into the mat upon the bending of Ryu's back. The Japanese superstar maneuver to a full vertical base once again dragging Satan's Favorite Son for the ride. Hawk grabs the referee by his striped shirt, looking to preclude his momentum and prevent the third success from coming to fruition. His efforts are thwarted as the fast acting referee releases himself, Bryan's eyes brightening with fear as he is suddenly driven on top his head for a third and final time by a debilitating suplex.

"Bryan Hawk has just realized the true nature of pain in the form of three straight German Suplexes. The wind has surely been knocked out of him!"
"He kept slamming his head down Jimmy, and that's not the way I envisioned he'd use it. It was hard for me to watch that!"
"I can't say I was as concerned as you were Ray."
"You should've. German's bring nothing but pain and misfortune, and Hawk just got the trifecta!"

Yoshikazu turns down the pinfall attempt, instead climbing to his feet. He winces slightly, the suplex thrice having taking a toll on him as well. He sneers down on Hawk's lifeless body, before staring out into the crowd, the audience on its feet in appreciation for the epic battle. His attention suddenly diverts to the corner, and his next plan of attack becomes clear, quickly exiting the ring and stepping onto the apron. He begins a fatigued truck along the apron, plodding heavily before making his way to the turnbuckle, slowly beginning to ascend it. His long drawn out mannerisms, and methodical approach gives Hawk a reprieve, as the winded superstar rolls onto all fours. He stirs to his feet, rotating his head from side to side in an effort to shake the cobwebs. The New Yorker looks up at the top rope, locking his eyes on Ryu who is perched at like a bird looking to swoop down on his unsuspecting prey. Bryan will have none of that however, quickly charging at the corner and jumping onto the second rope, simultaneously swinging his forearm and clocking his foe in the temple. Having created a window of opportunity, Hawk tosses Yoshikazu's arm over his shoulder, and captures his head in his armpit. With the front facelock applied, The Brooklyn Hammer coerces his momentum in reverse, falling from the top rope, whilst dragging Ryu off the mountain's summit and pulling him forward. Both men pancake to the canvas with a resounding thud, landing supinely, their body slightly bouncing off the canvas in wake of the thunderous impact of their flesh and bones impinging on the mat. Almost instinctively, Hawk rolls over, limply draping his arm across Yoshi's chest, prompting the referee to make the count.

"ONE"
"TWO"

Much to Bryan's chagrin, the wrestling clinic would continue, as Ryu contorts his body and rolls a shoulder over in time to break the pinfall.

"That Superplex should have sealed it! This guy just won't die. Dammit throw in the towel!"
"But he won't. It's not in his blood, not in his heritage. He'll fight until he can no longer breath Ray."
"Or until Hawk drops the atom bomb, and blows him up just like we did his ancestors!"
"That was very unethical!"

Bryan slowly climbs to his feet, the referee holds two fingers up in hopes of preventing any discrepancy from unfolding. The New Yorker doesn't argue with the official over the cadence of the count, instead he turns his attention to his adversary. As Ryu begins to recuperate, Hawk outstretches his arms, commencing to drop the swiftly, only to bring them back up to their beginning level. He repeats his gesture, mimicking the mannerisms of a bird in flight, flapping his wings so to speak, signaling to the crowd that the end was near. Yoshikazu was oblivious to his foe's silent deceleration, as he staggers to his feet, his body still aching from the collision moments ago. He turns into a protruding boot, his midsection quickly stricken with pain as the kick forces him to double over. Hawk executes a standing headscissors, before underooking one of Ryu's arms. Instead of underhooking the second he stands there, looking into the crowd, grinning smugly, his free arm being thrown into the air as if to silence the crowd as they support the fan favorite Cruiserweight. Hawk's posturing prompts his own plight, as Yoshikazu spins out of the transition hold, evasively maneuver to his foe's side before stepping over Bryan's arm. In the blink of an eye he twists his body in midair, and with Hawk's wrist still in possessions, forces the Company's hired gun to a supine position. With his legs scissoring the Predator's arm, the "Asian Persuasion" bends his foe's wrist upward, dangerously hyperextending his shoulder and elbow, sending the crowd into a frenzy as Hawk yelps in pain. His feet frantically slap against the mat, as Ryu bares his teeth and squints his eyes, his intent clear, looking to force his adversary into submission or sideline him with an injury.

"He's looking to break Hawk's wing. That Cross Armbreaker is locked in tight!"
"He can't fly with one arm Jimmy. What's he gonna do?"
The only two things he can do; tap out or escape!
"I hate ultimatums!"

TBCB Hawk

[Desperado]

With his arm locked within the grasp of his opponent, things didn’t look for the trapped bird. His wing had been caught and his chances to escape were closed. Was this it? Would Hawk actually tap out? The man who had never before given up in a battle, whether it be boxing or amateur wrestling, he had never once given up. It would hurt his pride too much. Yet the Jap before him had Bryan is such a difficult position, it would be impossible to get out of this without taking lasting damage. The last thing Bryan wanted was to walk out of this match with month’s worth of injury. He screamed in agony, trapped, not even able to writhe around. Instead, he clenched his fists tight and attempted to bring them in, attempting to break free.

The free-bird pressed his weight onto his trapped shoulder; he knew a way to escape this hold. After all, he was a master at employing it in battle. Bryan tucked his free arm into his body and shifted all his weight onto it in one quick momentum shift that saw his body strength force pressure on Ryu’s hold resulting in the wing breaking free. Bryan continued to roll, all the way away from the Sensational Asian until he reached the safety of the ropes. He used them to lift himself back up, using his fresh arm. The other wasn’t ready for strenuous activity yet; hanging off his shoulder as if it were dead meat.

“And Bryan has broken free. That’s my baby...”

“Looks like this Hawk has wings made of steel, they’re not easily broken, although they do seem to have taken a dent. He’s injured his arm.”

“It’s not injured, he’s just feigning injury like that time before.”

“I very much doubt it. He’s in agony... Look at him.”

Indeed, Hawk didn’t look too good despite his escape. Victory, which had seemed to be around every corner thus far this match, had now all but gone from sight. It would take something amazing to pull this match back in his favour now, considering one of his major weapons was out of action. Ryu casually regain his stance. He was aware of Bryan’s condition and could taste victory in the cells of his body. His second EVPW win was approaching. It would be quite a career start if he were able to take out both Bryan Hawk and Demon in his very first few matches. It could even carve the path to the championship belt. Hawk began to make his way to the centre of the ring, as did Ryu, both ready for the match to resume mentally, but physically, they were nearing exhaustion.

Hawk suddenly picked up speed in his run. Ryu mistook it for a charging attack, side-stepping out of his way whilst sticking his arm out as a standing clothesline. Hawk however, had other plans; ducking beneath Ryu’s outstretched arms to reach the ropes behind it. Leaping off his feet, the former boxer pounced onto the second rope before somersaulting around, his fist clenched as he sent a post-card of pain into his opponents face. Ryu felt the force of the corkscrew punch strike him clean just as he had turned around, the Japanese wrestler grounded in the process. Bryan looked pleased with himself, having connected cleanly with his intended blow. Dropping to his knees for the umpteenth time in this match, Bryan hooked the leg of his foe, beckoning the referee for a quick call to end the match.

... One ...

... Two ...

KICKOUT!

Once again, this samurai warrior was not going down. Bryan slammed his fist against the chest of his downed opponent, beating into his rib-cage with repeated pounds of fury as the referee pulled him away in order to calm him down. Bryan at first is too annoyed to even retaliate but as soon as realisation comes in, he shoves the referee away and rushed back to finish off the persistency of his opponent. To his heedlessness, Ryu was already in position to counter the kick to the ribs Satan’s favourite son attempted, converting the incoming kick into a well executed ankle lock, dropping Hawk face first into the mat. The Brooklyn Pugilist retaliated immediately, knowing the full effects of an ankle lock, throwing his spare foot into the visage of the man from Japan, forcing him a foot back. Hawk rolled onto his feet as quick as his body would allow him to, through the fatigue but it proved to be a little too slow on Hawk’s part as Ryu was up and ready before Hawk had a chance to look up. Taking him by the locks of his beautiful wavy hair, Ryu took him for a small spin around the ring in order to loosen up the free-birds balance and motor functioning before launching him over the left-sided ring-ropes, sending him straight down into the cold concrete below.

Hawk once again rushed back to his feet to witness the energetic aerialist rush to the far end ropes to gain momentum and speed before he went for another suicidal over-the-top-rope attack. This time however, Hawk was ready for it. Bryan Hawk anticipated the incoming Ryu and crouched in time to catch him at his feet before forcing him back into the air with the thrust of his knees, smashing him directly into the barricade that separated the ring area from the crowd.

“Oooooooh. That has gotta hurt. Hawk has just pulled himself back into this match.”

“My hero... Even with his injured arm. Look at his struggling in agony.”

Hawk grimaced in pain, holding his injured arm as he looked to make use of the current situation as quick as possible. He dragged Yoshikazu to his feet and slipped back into the ring beneath the bottom rope before the count had even reached four. He rolled into the ring behind, still clutching his injured arm before laying it over the fallen samurai warrior as the referee once again went to call the pinfall...