Post by Nicholas Gray on Oct 7, 2015 1:14:50 GMT -6
Pond: Next up, perennial loser Kaiden Hawke takes on a man who has just culminated a weeks long feud with his own brother by suplexing him into oblivion.
The Big L: The Big L thinks that this will go real well.
Minoru Asano: DRINK!
David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…
A blast of dissident sound hits the PA all at once, pounding into the eardrums of anyone who would listen. "Schema" by Circa Survive's rhythmic lyrics soon follow, the vocals piercing through the air. The anthem continues to croon, a haunting melody that causes the world to stop and stare at the man who slowly creeps his way onto the stage with a stone faced expression across his stoic features. A few pockets in the crowd let out a mighty roar of approval, cheering for the man making his way to the ring with such a cold disposition that it chilled the arena, an indifference impossible to describe.
His name was hardly remembered, however, Kaiden Hawke's intangible presence speaks volumes to anyone watching, his neck clicking to the side, an inaudible crack leaving his joint. The walking vessel's eyes swing to and fro across the arena landscape, examining every sight and every sound he could absorb. A faint smirk crosses his face as he approaches the steps, the song still hungrily following him. Step by step, he climbs the steel steps, expression solid once again, and walks along the apron. Climbing into the ring with a business-like air to him, he keeps his attention towards his corner of the ring, wasting no time at all beginning to cling to the two perpendicular adjacent top ropes by his elbows, arching his back slightly to relax with a measure of patience adorn his face. The music begins to die down, just another day at the office, while Kaiden simply rests in his corner of the ring, eyes darting lazily back and forth between the referee and the stage to his right.
David Zinkus: From Seattle, Washington, USA, and weighing in at 253lbs… KAIDEN HAAAAWWWWWWKKEEE! And now, introducing his opponent…
“Ghost of the Navigator" by Iron Maiden blasts over the PA, as Brendan Samuels paces out from the back, ignoring the crowd as he marches on down the ramp. He rolls into the ring, remaining on one knee as he utters a prayer under his breath before looking skywards. Using the ropes to help him up, he finally stands, pulling on the ropes to test them before waiting for the match to begin.
David Zinkus: Setting sail from Cobh, County Cork, Ireland, tipping the scales at 244lbs… BRENDAN SAAAAAMMMMMUELLSSSS!
As the bell rang, the two combatants quickly locked up. Neither really gaining a weight advantage over the other, so it was down to Brendan’s ring experience to gain the advantage, managing to use Kaiden’s inexperience against him, managing to trip him to the mat, following with a quick series of stomps. Dragging him back up, Brendan quickly began to dominate, with a series of his trademark suplexes.
Kaiden, however, quickly came back like a man possessed, breaking out of a German Suplex with a series of back elbows, before starting to work on Brendan’s arm with a series of rapid fire Armbreakers, before taking him over with an Overdrive for a 2 count!
Frustrated at having been taken by surprise, the Irishman started under a new head of steam. The pair start exchanging move by move. Brendan’s Shoulderbreaker followed by Kaiden’s Backbreaker. Kaiden’s Running Neckbreaker builds no momentum due to being closely followed by Brendan’s Dragon Screw. Brendan’s Poseidon’s Trident misses, whilst Kaiden fails to get Brendan set up for his Spin-Out Powerbomb.
An Immram Buster from Brendan connected, however. Brendan ran to the ropes, looking to get the slowly rising Kaiden with a Crooked Arm Lariat, only for Kaiden to dodge, and Brendan to crash into the referee! Whilst Brendan started to try and rouse the ref, Kaiden pounced, dragging Brendan down to the mat by his arm, and locking in the Lazarus Hook! Brendan stuggled as long as he could, before eventually tapping out! Kaiden released the hold, and quickly stood, holding an arm aloft to signature his first (R)Evolution win… before noticing that his name was neither being called, nor his music playing. Turning round, he saw the ref still out on the floor, only just starting to come around. Concerned, he tried to help rouse him. As the referee got to a knee, Kaiden stepped back… into the waiting arms of Brendan, who locked in a Crossface Chickenwing! Kaiden struggled, but it’s for nowt, as Brendan quickly hoisted him up and over, bringing him crashing to the mat with a Mac Lir! The referee groggily counted the three!
David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match… BRENDAN SAMUELS!
Minoru Asano: DRINK!
Pond: That was a close match, but Brendan’s experience won him that match.
The Big L: If the Big L was Kaiden Hawke, I’d be thinking two things. One: Why the hell am I pasty ass tattooed white boy all of a sudden, and Two: I just got robbed. Now, I hear lil' Betsy got something for us backstage, so let's go.
The camera comes up on Betsy Grainger backstage, prowling the corridors for an interview. Suddenly, she spots someone.
Betsy Granger: Hey! Hey, Rob… Explosivo!
The camera pans to show the company’s resident luchador.
Betsy Granger: So, Explosivo, you’re up against Evelyn Kuller. With all the problems with your family of late, how do you think your chances are tonight?
Explosivo: Ay, hola Betsy! Ay, I think es… DIOS MIO!
Explosivo stops, and just stares at someone just off camera. He starts running, the camera quickly turning to follow him, just in time to see a dark haired woman in a jet black two piece step out of sight. Explosivo stop at the corner… and just starts pounding the wall, crying in distress. The cameraman chases to catch up, looks around the corner… and sees nothing, just a deadend. Betsy finally catches up.
Betsy Granger: Explosivo… Robbie… calm down. What’s wrong?
He looks at the pair of them, as if noticing them for the first time.
Explosivo: … Nada! Nothing, it’s… nada!
Explosivo shakes his head, pushing past the camera and walking off up the corridor.
Betsy Granger: What on Earth was that about? Anyway, back to ringside!
The Big L: The Big L thinks that this will go real well.
Minoru Asano: DRINK!
David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…
A blast of dissident sound hits the PA all at once, pounding into the eardrums of anyone who would listen. "Schema" by Circa Survive's rhythmic lyrics soon follow, the vocals piercing through the air. The anthem continues to croon, a haunting melody that causes the world to stop and stare at the man who slowly creeps his way onto the stage with a stone faced expression across his stoic features. A few pockets in the crowd let out a mighty roar of approval, cheering for the man making his way to the ring with such a cold disposition that it chilled the arena, an indifference impossible to describe.
His name was hardly remembered, however, Kaiden Hawke's intangible presence speaks volumes to anyone watching, his neck clicking to the side, an inaudible crack leaving his joint. The walking vessel's eyes swing to and fro across the arena landscape, examining every sight and every sound he could absorb. A faint smirk crosses his face as he approaches the steps, the song still hungrily following him. Step by step, he climbs the steel steps, expression solid once again, and walks along the apron. Climbing into the ring with a business-like air to him, he keeps his attention towards his corner of the ring, wasting no time at all beginning to cling to the two perpendicular adjacent top ropes by his elbows, arching his back slightly to relax with a measure of patience adorn his face. The music begins to die down, just another day at the office, while Kaiden simply rests in his corner of the ring, eyes darting lazily back and forth between the referee and the stage to his right.
David Zinkus: From Seattle, Washington, USA, and weighing in at 253lbs… KAIDEN HAAAAWWWWWWKKEEE! And now, introducing his opponent…
“Ghost of the Navigator" by Iron Maiden blasts over the PA, as Brendan Samuels paces out from the back, ignoring the crowd as he marches on down the ramp. He rolls into the ring, remaining on one knee as he utters a prayer under his breath before looking skywards. Using the ropes to help him up, he finally stands, pulling on the ropes to test them before waiting for the match to begin.
David Zinkus: Setting sail from Cobh, County Cork, Ireland, tipping the scales at 244lbs… BRENDAN SAAAAAMMMMMUELLSSSS!
BRENDAN SAMUELS vs. KAIDEN HAWKE
As the bell rang, the two combatants quickly locked up. Neither really gaining a weight advantage over the other, so it was down to Brendan’s ring experience to gain the advantage, managing to use Kaiden’s inexperience against him, managing to trip him to the mat, following with a quick series of stomps. Dragging him back up, Brendan quickly began to dominate, with a series of his trademark suplexes.
Kaiden, however, quickly came back like a man possessed, breaking out of a German Suplex with a series of back elbows, before starting to work on Brendan’s arm with a series of rapid fire Armbreakers, before taking him over with an Overdrive for a 2 count!
Frustrated at having been taken by surprise, the Irishman started under a new head of steam. The pair start exchanging move by move. Brendan’s Shoulderbreaker followed by Kaiden’s Backbreaker. Kaiden’s Running Neckbreaker builds no momentum due to being closely followed by Brendan’s Dragon Screw. Brendan’s Poseidon’s Trident misses, whilst Kaiden fails to get Brendan set up for his Spin-Out Powerbomb.
An Immram Buster from Brendan connected, however. Brendan ran to the ropes, looking to get the slowly rising Kaiden with a Crooked Arm Lariat, only for Kaiden to dodge, and Brendan to crash into the referee! Whilst Brendan started to try and rouse the ref, Kaiden pounced, dragging Brendan down to the mat by his arm, and locking in the Lazarus Hook! Brendan stuggled as long as he could, before eventually tapping out! Kaiden released the hold, and quickly stood, holding an arm aloft to signature his first (R)Evolution win… before noticing that his name was neither being called, nor his music playing. Turning round, he saw the ref still out on the floor, only just starting to come around. Concerned, he tried to help rouse him. As the referee got to a knee, Kaiden stepped back… into the waiting arms of Brendan, who locked in a Crossface Chickenwing! Kaiden struggled, but it’s for nowt, as Brendan quickly hoisted him up and over, bringing him crashing to the mat with a Mac Lir! The referee groggily counted the three!
David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match… BRENDAN SAMUELS!
Minoru Asano: DRINK!
Pond: That was a close match, but Brendan’s experience won him that match.
The Big L: If the Big L was Kaiden Hawke, I’d be thinking two things. One: Why the hell am I pasty ass tattooed white boy all of a sudden, and Two: I just got robbed. Now, I hear lil' Betsy got something for us backstage, so let's go.
WINNER: BRENDAN SAMUELS
The camera comes up on Betsy Grainger backstage, prowling the corridors for an interview. Suddenly, she spots someone.
Betsy Granger: Hey! Hey, Rob… Explosivo!
The camera pans to show the company’s resident luchador.
Betsy Granger: So, Explosivo, you’re up against Evelyn Kuller. With all the problems with your family of late, how do you think your chances are tonight?
Explosivo: Ay, hola Betsy! Ay, I think es… DIOS MIO!
Explosivo stops, and just stares at someone just off camera. He starts running, the camera quickly turning to follow him, just in time to see a dark haired woman in a jet black two piece step out of sight. Explosivo stop at the corner… and just starts pounding the wall, crying in distress. The cameraman chases to catch up, looks around the corner… and sees nothing, just a deadend. Betsy finally catches up.
Betsy Granger: Explosivo… Robbie… calm down. What’s wrong?
He looks at the pair of them, as if noticing them for the first time.
Explosivo: … Nada! Nothing, it’s… nada!
Explosivo shakes his head, pushing past the camera and walking off up the corridor.
Betsy Granger: What on Earth was that about? Anyway, back to ringside!