Singles Match. The Proeliator vs. Eddie Hall.

[Solstice]

::The Fuzz::
Wow that was a one of the most brutal first blood matches I have ever been witness too.

::Big Al::
Closest thing to brutality in that match I have ever seen was a bar brawl in Texas.

As the ring is cleared and the two competitors are helped backstage Charlie grabs his microphone from the desk and makes his way to the ring. Clearing his throat as he adjusts his shirt Charlie tries to signal the audience to calm them down enough to introduce the next match.

::Charlie Coors::
The next match this evening ladies and gentleman will be a singles match. Normal disqualification rules apply, and as normal the way to win is to make your opponent tap or get a pin fall.

The first competitor all the way from England stands at six feet and four inches. He weighed in this evening at two hundred and forty five pounds. Introducing the one .. the only Heavy Metal Storm !!!

" CAUSE WHAT DON'T KILL YOU MAKES YOU MORE STRONG !! "

Broken, Beat, Scarred by Metallica begins to play as loud as it can go causing some people to jump in there seats. Red and blue lights flash around the infamous GHW arena in Buffalo New York as it darkens, only highlights of the audience shown by flashing cameras. A chorus of wild cheers and ecstatic emotion signify the pure excitement of those lucky enough to attend the wrestling show tonight. Changing focus from the audience to the entrance stage both the lights fade before changing to blue.

::The Fuzz::
We seen this Fighty fighty person debut in our last pay per view. As impressive as he was he just couldn't get the job done. Lets hope he has more luck this time around.

::Big Al::
Eddie seemed to lack the killer instinct. He had the talent, but just lacked the experience to win.

Stepping through the curtain Eddie looks around with a smirk on his face. Slightly bowing his head as he plays an air guitar in time with his theme while tapping his foot in rhythm with the drums. Sliding to his knee's he raises both arms, his hands forming the symbol for metal heads around the globe. Jumping back to his feet, the heavy Doc Martens sending a thud through the metal Eddie adjusts his leather jacket before beginning to walk the aisle to the ring. Stopping continuously on the way to the ring to sign autographs and high five as much fans as possible.

::The Fuzz::
Well there is no doubt he performs for the fans.

::Big Al::
That could be as much a distraction as anything positive. He needs to stay focused on the match, and more importantly his opponent. Any distraction, if only for a second could be the difference between win or loose.

Starting in a heavy thud of his boots Eddie ascends the steel stairs. Wiping the bottom of his boots on the apron as he removes his jacket revealing a t-shirt showing one of his favorite bands. Stepping between the ropes Heavy Metal struts confidently to one of the corners. Pulling himself to the second rope he once again closes his eyes playing to his music on an invisible guitar. Jumping back to the blood stained canvas Storm looks at the mess raising an eye brow before he turns to the stage entrance to await his opponent.

Tbc

The Proeliator.

[Backyard Brawler//Proeliator]

The lights in the arena dim, bringing the spotlight to the stage and the butchertron as an epic sounding melody resembling viking music begins to play.

We hold the rivers of the eastern trail
Deep in the land of the Rus
Following the wind in our sails
And the rythm of the oars

Charlie Coors:~ And Now! Fighting out of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania! He weighs in at 234 pounds, the consummate professional, The Proeliator!

The Proeliator comes through the curtain to the stage to see a packed GHW Arena in Buffalo tonight. Scouting the surroundings he makes his way down towards the ring.

Al:~ Well now who is this new guy?

Colin:~ If you paid any attention to anything you'd know this man was at one time one of the fastest rising up and comers into the business before he left what was once a giant of a promotion!

Al:~ Fast up and comer you say?

Colin:~ Really?

The Proeliator makes his way around the ring, rolling in on the announcer side and popping back up to take a quick gander at his opponent for the evening in this showcase of two relatively new bloods to the business.

The referee rings for the bell and we're off

TBC

[Solstice]

:: The Fuzz ::
And the bell gets things underway here, in whats shaped up to be a great evening of entertainment for all.

:: Big Al ::
Even though this match is only a singles, it should prove to be amazing. Both of these superstars are almost identical... size, height and strength. Even there style of fighting is similar. Eddie and Proeliator are talented technical style superstars.[/center][/color]
Both superstars walk slowly around the ring keeping an eye on the other while listening to the immense volume of the excited fans. Walking towards the center, Eddie the first react aims a high kick to the head of Proeliator which he easily avoids. Proeliator taking advantage of his opponents back to him wraps his arms around the waist in a bear hug. Being early in the match, Eddie counters by grabbing the left wrist and twisting the forearm, then as Proeliator begins to release the hold Storm turns to face him while continuing to twist the arm as he stands straight applying more pressure . The Pittsburgh native now finding himself in a wrist lock begins to bend down to his knee's just to relieve the pressure on his shoulder and wrist.

:: Big Al ::
Straight off the bat both superstars showing there talent and ability in the ring.

:: The Fuzz ::
So far even in the early stages we see counter after counter. Should the match last the distance both superstars will be exhausted.

:: Big Al ::
And both are relatively new Fighty fighty persons looking to impress not only there peers, but also the management.

Seeing his chance as Eddie circles enough to not only keep the pressure, but also to keep Proeliator from relieving the pressure the man from Pennsylvania grabs the leg and with the momentum trips Eddie to the mat. After releasing the hold on his wrist Proeliator moves quickly to lean his back to the lower chest of his opponent, then bringing up Eddie's left leg to his chest almost hyper extending the knee, twists the ankle causing not only instant agony, but a vocal response as Storm cries out in pain. The referee checking nothing untoward is going on counts to one as Eddie's shoulders lay on the mat.

Storm taking the initiative uses his left arm to grapple the chin of his foe trying to twist the neck, but is unable to free his right arm. Not taking the chance of a possible choke hold, Proeliator releases the hold and applies a headlock of his own. With the audience not clearly favoring one superstar over the other they cheer wildly at the non stop action. Bringing his legs up Eddie tries a kip up type move which brings the both Fighty fighty persons to there knee's. After a determined grunt Eddie manages to Irish whip his opponent to the rope. Both have the same idea in mind and try shoulder block the other. Not having the effect either desired as they are both so evenly matched neither one budges.

:: The Fuzz ::
Wow this one is going to go down to the wire folks. Just like a good game of boggle, you never know who's going win.

Once again they both run at the ropes trying again to budge the other with a shoulder block, this time how ever Proeliator slides between the legs of Eddie, then just as he turns around Storm is hit in the chest with a drop kick. As Eddie lays on the canvas Proeliator rebounds off the ropes and drops an elbow directly on target to the sternum causing a cry out in pain as Eddie reacts to the move, the sound almost drowned out by a feverish pitch from the audience. Attempting now to put his opponent in a hammerlock type submission, Proeliator is surprised by a cheap eye rake making him stagger backwards. The referee lecturing Eddie about cheap tactics, just goes in one ear and out the other. Sweeping Proeliator off his feet Storm jumps up before stomping the limbs and body ...

Tbc Proeliator.

[Solstice]

Just as Eddie grinds his boot hard into the ribs of The Pro he is caught off guard by a fist to the knee. Almost buckling under the impact Eddie stumbles backwards. Proeliator seizing his chance quickly ignores the pain of several boots leaving unwanted imprints of a partial boot design to push himself to a vertical position. Eddie holding his knee is smashed by a sudden spear to his ribs, which forces all the air from his lungs before being driven spine first to into the corner turnbuckle. Anger taking over The Pro, he pummels one fist after the other to the chin and cheek of Eddie, the ecstatic audience counting to eight before the exertion of adrenalin stops Proliator. Leaning on the ropes for support while taking the chance to inhale as much oxygen as possible, a snicker almost covers the look of exhaustion on The Pro's face. Having taken a severe closed fist beat down, Eddie's eyes almost literally roll in to the back of his head. Stumbling out of the corner as if drunk, Storm raises his arms as in a boxing defensive position, then as if fighting ghosts delivers a series of left hooks before collapsing face first eating nothing but blue canvas.

~ The Fuzz ~
That canvas ain't made of pie, it can not taste good, no matter how hungry you are !

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~Big Al ~
Well thank you for stating that fact Captain Obvious! ... Eddie Hall just may well be out classed here tonight. Until recently it has been a close call match, Back and forth action, neither one getting the upper hand.

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~The Fuzz~
Well both on paper are very similar to each other, size strength. No wonder it is so .... What a devastating move right there by Proliator. He just picked his opponent up, rather harshly may I add. Then showing virtually no remorse slammed him head first before rebounding off the ropes and dropping a leg across the lower spine... I wouldn't be surprised if after that Eddie has internal injuries starting with his kidneys.

Writhing in sheer agony, barely able to get a hand to his lower spine, Eddie screams out in what can only be guessed as uncouth insult to his foe, muffled by the stained canvas which blocks his ability to breath freely. A sadistic, ruthless look becomes the face of a now determined Proliator, not yet ready to finish the match, but intrigued to see just how much he can beat his opponent before the inevitable end. Before the cocky superstar decides his next venture in his concept to deliver pain, he taunts his foe as if a predator hunting its prey receiving a mix of boos and cheers from the fans of Gee H Dubya as they frantically wave there banners, and foam hands. Deciding on his next assault, The Dark Warrior grabs Eddie by the arm then picks him up into a face lock. After a final taunt Proliator places his opponents arm over his shoulder, then with a slight jog forward slams Eddie once again to the mat face first in an impressive reverse suplex.

~ The Fuzz ~
Proliator really working on the chest and face of Heavy Metal Storm there... OUCH !! ... Unbelievable, following up there by dropping a measured elbow to the neck of Eddie.

~ Big Al ~
Maybe he is setting him up for his infamous Flying Gogoplata. Certainly a devastating submission hold.[/center][/color]
After taking a few moments to himself to get his breath back, Proliator picks his foe up by the shoulder, Eddie seeing double is thrown spine first to the corner turnbuckle. Instead of delivering a series of aimed, spiteful punches, he raises him to a seated position on the top rope. Moving his arms by instinct of repetitive training he once again locks Eddie into a face lock. Once more an arm goes over his shoulder as he finds his balance on the second rope. Before he can use the rope as a springboard, for what could only be a devastating move, Eddie with a burst of adrenalin counters the move. Driving a left boot to the ribs of Proliator gives him enough time to turn his back to him, then after a deep breath of vital air , applies his own face lock, then using his weight with the ropes he springs forward spinning around so he falls backwards whilst driving The Pro headfirst to the canvas. Proliator soon wriggling like a fish out of water while hollering out in agony before going limp. Eddie lands spine first on the stained blue mat screaming out at the intense pain to his lower spine. Both superstars lay exhausted and motionless as the referee begins his count...

Tbc Proliator.

[Backyard Brawler//Proeliator]

The referee's count barely reaches 2 before Eddie Hall kips up to his feet and backs himself into the nearest corner, holding onto the ropes for leverage to keep him standing as he sucks some wind. Finally back to breathing somewhat normally, he approaches his victim stealthily, with intent for more damage, with the adrenaline surging through him seemingly numbing his weakened knee. As he approaches the Pro, he bends over to grab the neck of his downed opponent, only to have his head and arm hooked and pulled down with The Proeliator's leg hooking his own, putting him into a small package.

The referee slides down into position to check the shoulders and start the count

….1.....

….2.....

Al:~ And no! The match is not mercifully over! These two intend to bore us to tears tonight Colin!

Fuzz:~ Well, not to disagree with you, but I find this match to be a very solid showcase for two future stars.


Al:~ Pretty sure you just have gas, push it out, you'll stop having that warm feeling in the pit of your stomach in no time.

Hall, realizing how close he came to being defeated just moments ago gets a renewed sense of urgency and heads straight towards the ropes, gaining momentum. Bounding off he returns, charging up to bring a stiff lariat to the jaw of the unsuspecting and winded Proeliator. Charging towards his opponent, he swings wildly, and misses, sending him off balance. Turning around, his arm is grabbed and he's tossed halfway across the ring with an arm drag. Not to be denied, he charges again at the Pro and is hit with yet another arm drag. Trying one last time to hit the Dark Warrior, he goes rushing in, yet again, this time with his head down and his arms out wide. The Pro scouts this out quickly and leap frogs his opponent, causing him to run shoulder first into the turnbuckle.

Fuzz:~ What smart wrestling by the Proeliator here! He's entirely used his opponents momentum to his advantage and appears to be in the driver's seat.

Al:~ The driver's seat is what I like to call your mother's bed, it has cruise control.

There's silence from the announce team for a short second, which is then broken by the sound of a huge thud and the ringside crowd roaring loudly.

Fuzz:~ Teach you to talk about my mother, bitch!


Back in the ring the Proeliator has taken advantage of situation and has Storm in the grips of one of his signature submissions, the crowbar. Wrenching back and applying pressure to the left arm, the Pro calls for the ref to check his opponent, hoping for a potential submission victory here on his GHW PPV debut. Grinding the shoulder of his opponent with his elbow as he applies more pressure, the Dark Warrior senses the end is near, as the tendons in the arm of his adversary are beginning to pulsate and tighten, signifying what could become a career ending injury if the hold is indeed not broken. However, almost on cue, the Heavy Metal Storm is able to roll through the inverted arm-bar and kick his foe in the head, getting the hold released and the pressure gone. Both men come to a standing position, facing each other with both hands clenched and held high, ready for anything that could happen. The Pro drops his guard, and extends his hand out to Hall, who looks at him incredulously, mouthing out the words, do you think I'm going to fall for that? Proeliator shrugs and backs away as both men circle the squared hell one more time, coming together in the middle. Proeliator takes advantage of the weakened and potentially injured left wing of his opponent by winning the tie-up and locking in a standing wrist-lock. Hall checks his shoulder for tension and somersaults forward, relieving the pressure before coming back to a standing position and attempting to reverse the hold. However, in a showcase of wit, instead of completing the transition into a full reversal, Storm kicks out the legs of his opponent, breaking free of the hold.

Fuzz:~ What a technical display we have tonight for you here at the GHW arena folks! This match has been back and forth the whole way.

Al:~ (With a slightly higher voice) Back and forth was the direction I went with your mother last night.

Fuzz:~ I will only warn you one more time, you say anything else about my mother, your nose will look like Michael Jackson's.

Al:~ Impossible, you can't make my nose necrotic. Score one for Big Al.

In the ring, Storm quickly capitalizes on his downed opponent dropping full force of his elbow deep into the sternum of the Pro, driving the wind out of his lungs almost instantaneously. Quickly rising to his feet, Hall heads to the corner, climbing the turnbuckle with great determination. Up at the top, he waits patiently for his adversary to rise to his feet, almost as if he wants him to see it coming. As the Pro rises to his feet, albeit slowly, he begins to gasp for his next breath, unsuccessfully. Staggering in the ring, he turns around just in time to see the boots of his opponent connect with his chest, forcefully driving him back to the mat and depleting his oxygen intake even more. Storm sensing blood in the water grabs his opponent by the nape of his neck, lifting to a standing position. Grabbing the arm of his foe, he whips him into the ropes violently, and positions himself in the middle of the ring. Upon his victims return, he drops his head and tucks it underneath the shoulder of the Pro and uses his arms to trap his legs, lifting him high into the air and then slamming him down to the mat with a hellacious spine-buster.

Al:~ Thank God! There's no way he's kicking out of that!

The referee goes for the count

…..1.....

…..2.....

As the referee is bringing his hand down for the three count, the Proeliator uses every ounce of will he has to force his left shoulder up off of the mat. Eddie Hall is completely flabbergasted at this, as he had essentially suffocated the man for the past minute, yet he kicked out. Rising slowly to his feet, he stalks his prey, contemplating his next move. As he does this, a devilish smirk plasters itself all over his face as he brings his hand up to his throat and signals the finish. He lifts his opponent to his feet and then strikes him with a barrage of rights and lefts. After this flurry, he turns away for a second and gives the corna before returning to his dazed opponent, grabbing his head in a three-quarter face-lock, preparing for the inevitable finish. As he prepares to jump up, and thus bring his opponent down with him, the Proeliator counters, sending him to the ropes. On his return the Dark Warrior places his nemesis in a front waist-lock, pops his hips, throws his opponent high over his head to the other side of the mat, and then collapses after exerting what was most certainly the last strain of energy he had left.

Fuzz:~ What a display of desperation! Knowing his time was near, the Proeliator pulls out a belly to belly suplex. Couldn't have come at a better time!

Al:~ It could have come a while back, so this match could be over. I wouldn't mind that.

Fuzz:~ You really are a pessimistic Pete aren't you?

Al:~ I have no idea what you're talking about, but it looks like this match may end in a double count out.

Fuzz:~ Well that would be anti-climatic but very fitting for this fantastic bout.

As both men lie in the ring, the ref begins to make his count.

TBC