DFA Qualifier 2

[Wyziner]

Enter Wyziner.

[Nikki]

“Jumping like a cat on hot tin roof”, the words lift the spirit of the split crowd as both sides of the field quarrel amongst themselves in voicing their love or hatred for the Megastar. Not disappointing, Kahlan brushes aside the curtains on her march towards the ring. The ring announcer standing within the ring eyes the entrance and brings his microphone up for the introduction.

Colin: More determined than ever, Clarkson has now set her sight on a competition she has never taken part in before, the Death from above ladder match. This could hold the key for the ultimate prize she is tirelessly hunting, the ultimate gold, the GHW’s world heavyweight title.
Al: Well Colin, Kahlan knows what it means to be a world champion. She is a three time world tag team champion and if anything, this drives her forward to once again become a world champion. All she has to do is win this match and qualify for the DFA ladder match, then win it and cash in for the world title.
Colin: It is much easier said than done.

Coors: The following contest is a Death from Above qualifying match. Introducing first, hailing from Dallas in Texas and weighting in tonight at two-hundred-and-twenty-two pounds, Bryan Wyziner!

Al: Of course this is exactly what this man intends to do and Kahlan is standing in his way.

Coors: And his opponent, she is from North East of England, the city of Newcastle, weighting in tonight at one-hundred-and-twenty-two-pounds, the Megastar, Kahlan Clarkson!

Kahlan strides onward in her wrestling sneakers only stopping briefly on her way to the square to grab an ‘I want Wolverina back’ sign from an unsuspecting fan, ripping it to shreds then carrying on forward. The well-defined contours of her legs continuously shift as her muscles flex from her walk, covered fully in the tight black and yellow, snakes and ladders designed trousers. Once Kahlan reaches the steps, instead of climbing up she slips out of her trademark trousers and shirt only to slam the latter down at her feet revealing a black wrestling singlet underneath.

Al: Damn! I dig this new outfit so much!

With the single word “CUT” imprinted in standout capitals and in yellow against the all-consuming black of the singlet, the best female Fighty fighty person in the world runs up the steel and in one nimble move hops over the cables into the ring. Wyziner is obviously taken aback by this more than willing arrival of his unpredictable opponent. He takes a step out of his corner towards the adversary just as the referee inserts himself into the middle to take instant control. His head snaps from left to right as he gives a nod to Bryan and in turn to Kahlan checking for their approval before his raised arm signals the for the bell to ring and officially begin the night’s opening contest.

Instantly Kahlan responds with a viper like attack, slipping her head and neck under Bryan’s armpit and wrapping him secure around the waist. She being almost a clear one-hundred pounds lighter fails in her attempt to lift Wyziner up in one go, while the American responds by bringing his guard down to coil around Kahlan’s mid-section from above. His applied weight from atop sinks Kahlan down to her knees, however proving far too crafty in such a predicament, the three time world champion quickly hooks her hands around Bryan’s left ankle to rip his planted foot away from the canvas. Wyziner’s balance along with his hold on Kahlan is lost in a split of a second as she pushes him flat onto his back and climbing over him in the process. Kahlan traps Bryan’s left hand behind his head while she wraps the same arm and head squeezing to choke.

Colin: Oh my Kahlan has Bryan Wyziner trapped in an Anaconda Vise barely seconds into the match and this looks like to be a record breaking quickest tap out victory in the entirety of this company’s six year history.
Al: You said it Colin, Kahlan blitzed Bryan Wyziner like thunder striking! He is going to tap out before his mind can even register what had hit him. This is exactly why Kahlan deserves to be the world champion representing this company.

The pain adding incentive to the sharp reality of what could be a humiliating defeat brings Bryan to act quickly. He lifts his legs up as far as scissor crossing Kahlan’s head and neck to pull her on her back. The pressure stretches the hold to the point it breaks freeing Bryan to roll away. As soon as he is up and turned he comes face to face with the smirking Ladder Queen. The Brit lets loose a slap that lands Bryan’s spit on the outside as he is revolved around allowing Kahlan to once again wrap her arms around his waist, this time from the side. However, Bryan is now wiser as he elbows his way to liberty. He tries to take the initiative and swings about delivering a vicious clothesline knocking Kahlan down. The move brings a big response from the crowd who are apparently now behind Wyziner in his quest for victory. Bryan shows his appreciation by pandering to them with a raised arm.

Kahlan is brought up to verticality thorough two fistful of her locks being pulled, then bent as her head is hooked in a frontal headlock. As fast as lightening Clarkson is back down to the ground as the crown of her skull is bounced onto the canvas. Bryan rolls her onto her back as he gets up and takes a dash towards the ropes, from the second of which he is sprung up flipping into a moonsault. Kahlan experiences the blunt of the landing and finds her leg hooked for the first cover only to kick out at one. Once again she is brought up and driven into a corner through a series of chops and punches. In the corner she is picked up and sat on the top turnbuckle and Bryan climbs onto the second hooking her neck in the process. He steps up onto the final buckle, brings Kahlan up standing and snaps back lifting her overhead. The mass of the both entangled bodies is slammed in unison, albeit the core of the impact focusing on Kahlan’s neck and shoulders.

Colin: Suplex from the top turnbuckle! Bryan Wyziner is really picking this up, hitting Kahlan with everything he has. He knows what is at stake here and he isn’t shying away. He looks so much more refined from his father Bud-
Al: Of course he is more refined than his fat father! That isn’t so hard now is it? But he isn’t as tough as that son of a bitch now is he?
Colin: Well, if you look at it from your angle. However, he doesn’t need to be as tough when he is superior technically to his father.
Al: You see that is where you’re wrong.

Colin is wrong of course because when he is finally up after delivering the high impact Suplex from the top turnbuckle he seems rattled from the abuse his body had taken. Kahlan uses this opportunity to her advantage and lands a low roundhouse kick to the thigh before worrying about her own pain. She quickly snatches a hand and twists the arm through the wrist into a commanding lock. From there she steps over the arm, twisting it even more to the point Bryan’s anguished moans are caught by the fans closest to the ring. With Wyziner’s arm trapped in-between her legs Kahlan jumps and drops down onto the floor using her buttocks to sandwich the arm against the canvas. She releases the wrist and turns to watch Bryan roll away writhing in absolute agony. Her smile returns as she eyes her prey drop to the outside and out of view. She peruses by bouncing off the opposite set of ropes rushing headlong towards Bryan’s side jumping over the bounds and crashing down atop him with her back, delivering a suicidal Senton.

Miraculously Kahlan survives and recovers from the crazy high risk attack and comes back up bringing Bryan all the way with her. She slams his forehead into the steel railings to the delight of the fans just behind it. Amused by their juvenile excitement Kahlan raises her palm up towards one of them waiting for a high-five but quickly pulls back an instant before it could be completed. Angered the young man throws a middle finger at Clarkson’s face which she ignores as she instead focuses on pulling Wyziner’s head back. She is surprised with an elbow as Bryan fights back to take control. In one swift on spot rotation he grabs K around the scruff of her neck and sends her straight into the steel steps to the side. Kahlan grabs her injured shoulder and tries to stand unaware of the forearm flying at her from behind. Her head is smacked into the steel post giving Bryan the upper hand. The American in-turn rolls Kahlan back into the ring. Once inside, he drags Kahlan up and drops her arm around the back of his own neck as he hooks her tights, lifting her overhead and down onto the mat.

TBCB Bryan Wyziner

[Wyziner]

The sound of Clarkson’s supple skin percussing into the canvas resounds through-out the arena; a mighty thunderclap of fury, a transfer of force and energy, which also transfers one man’s passion and hunger. This match belongs to Wyziner; every spectating soul in this musty Tri-City arena knows it, tonight’s booking staff knew it when they arranged the match, and Clarkson knew it well before she entered the ring. One needs only to examine her pathetic and insulting attempt to take Wyziner unaware, and end the match early; it is the greatest proof of her self-doubt. It is Wyziner, however, who awakes to his own pre-destination as a victor with the ringing thud of the perfectly executed suplex.

From her seated position, the wily young superstar springs to her feet with Wyziner hot on her heels. He chops her down with a stiff roundhouse to the pit of her left leg, and as she falls to her rear he pivots and lays into her with a short arm clothesline. From this point a misfortunate pin, then another, after three he relents. Taking a whiff of her rustic aroma, a damp mixed smell of fruity perfume and chicken feed; a smell which thanks to Clarkson, Wyziner now attributes to all women of English origin, he is reminiscent. He remembers sitting in the front row at twenty years old, and watching his father man-handle Kahlan; she had that same pungent odor then, it’s penetrating to the senses…almost disorienting. He shakes his head to get the scent away and stands to his feet. He grabs a hand-full of Clarkson’s hair and practically drags her upright, only to toss her headlong in one seamless motion.

"That's an act of brutality, shades of his father, wouldn't you say Al?"

"Nope his father would have been beating her like a wife who's to smart for her own good by now. If that were Wyziner Sr. somebody would be bleeding by now, if that where Bud we would have been through at least three tables and a ladder at this point."

"Okay, point taken. The guy was a little extreme; but outside of that he was also a stiff operator, and his son has the makings of one as well."

"Let me stop you there, Wyziner is a totally different type of kid, he doesn't have the look yet; that look in his eyes like his dad. He's still young and hungry."

"And his dad?"

"Old, washed up, and reckless, because he had nothing to lose."

Mobility his Clarkson’s greatest weapon, and resilience her greatest defense; in an exhibition of both, she hits the ground and with a roll springs to her feet. Before the referee has time to reprimand Wyziner for what is quite possibly the clearest case of hair-pulling in history, Kahlan is back at her opponents door step. A punch to the face, simplicity, followed by a slap to the chest; it’s an amateur’s combo, but it is effective against and unsuspecting Wyziner. He stumbles, grabs for his chest with one hand, and swings for her with the other. It is an ill-fated response and Kahlan takes full advantage; she sweeps around him and clinches his waist. She thought to attempt a suplex, and then thought better of it; instead she opts for Raj KimPo’s trademark inside leg-sweep. Wyziner is on his face, Kahlan applies a knee-bar.

“Here we go again, another momentum change. We’re only ten minutes into this match and it seems like where in for a roller-coaster ride.”

“Maybe Collin, but my gut tells me this one is almost over.”

“How do you figure that? Neither one of these two can seem to hold the upper hand.”

“Well earlier I mentioned how Wyziner isn’t as tough as Bud was.”

“You’re point, not many people are?”

“If you’d shut your mouth and let me finish! My point is that he doesn’t like pain; either Kahlan is going to put him away here and now, or he’s going to wiggle free and finish this before she can hurt
him with another hold.”

“He’s pulling for the ropes!”

The feel of the rubber between his fingers brings him a tremendous amount of relief. Kahlan refuses to release the hold, so using the ropes as support Wyziner simply yanks his leg free. She reaches for the leg again but sense the danger Wyziner up-kicks her in the mouth; Kahlan springs backward and into the canvas, but as resilient as ever, she springs to her feet. Wyziner tries to pop up too, but his power show has weakened his leg, he more so hobbles into an upright slump. No rest for the wicked. Kahlan charges at Wyziner who is pretty much oozing vulnerability right now; ten steps away…she raises her arm, five steps…she arches her body, half a step…she swings for the fucking fences. Wyziner catches a glimpse and tucks his head; he captures her arm and springs backward. Pure reflexes. Maybe so, but smells a lot like dumb luck. He pins her down, and after the longest two seconds of his life, he stands.

“Are you kidding me? Northern lights suplex! It came from of nowhere, out of Sweet Jesus nowhere!”

“Oh yeah, he turned that move over like it was the last slam on Earth.”

She springs up, she always springs up. Wyziner begs the answer to this universal question, this question that everyone will ask multiple times in their career, why the fuck won’t they just stay down? Her persistence is tiresome, her resilience is damn annoying, and finally the floodgate of Wyziner’s patience breaks. As she comes fully to her feet Bryan charges at her and lines up to deliver a full contact kick to her head; he draws, releases, and holds the big boot. As she falls to the ground he grinds the sole of his shoe into her face, and barks orders instructing the official to count.

TBC

[Nikki]

Colin: Oh that’s just pure misplaced arrogance! You cannot just do that in a match of this importance with what is at stake here. This just shows me Wyziner Jr is still a rookie and he needs to learn a lot more about the craft.
Al: Yea, yea… or maybe he is the smartest of the Wyiner family. He doesn’t need to invest anything more than what is required to put Kahlan away. He is saving it; you can see that he knows he is already through. Plus, do you have any idea how demoralising such an act is?

While Kahlan manages to roll away before the count of three is complete, Bryan has a shift towards the crowd saluting them or maybe just mocking them, nothing is clear in this back and forth going match at the moment. What is crystal clear however, is the flying dropkick that connects to its intended target. Kahlan’s missile strike lands onto the small of Bryan’s back with devastating results. The impact sends the rookie flying across the ring, and for the record, once again to the outside. With him thrown out of the confines it leaves Kahlan to do likewise, leaving the ring in pursuit albeit not for the likely suspect. Against all the rules the ladder queen lifts up the canvas covering sheet to drag out a steel chair. Chair in hand she slides back into the square just as Wyziner Jr makes his way struggling back. Kahlan stands in ambush, crouched ready for Bryan to scramble up but is surprised by the referee as he snatches the folded chair out of her raised grasp.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Kahlan takes a step towards the official in absolute rage, flabbergasted at the man having the guts to step out of line and steal her weapon. From behind Bryan’s fists smash into the nape of her neck. The referee stares on as Kahlan sprawls to the floor in front of him and nonchalantly turns to throw the chair away outside. Bryan meanwhile regains his composure and starts to rain down a series of stomps over Kahlan, spreading her like butter all over the mat. He stops only when he is satisfied somewhat that his opponent is going to remain unmoving for the time being. His brief pause is accompanied by him scanning the survey of the contest so far, and then he picks the path leading to a corner. Once Bryan is on top and ready to leap, Kahlan springs at him from her downed position. She jumps to the middle turnbuckle getting a hold of Bryan under his shoulders and yanking at him she picks him overhead as she falls backwards. Even before the rattling of the ring structure has a chance to die out Kahlan is back on the turnbuckles this time all the way on the peak.

Colin: SUPERNOVA! KAHLAN HITS THE SUPERNOVA!

The referee counts the longest lasting two counts in this match up so far before Bryan lifts a shoulder. He have successfully managed to withstand the most famous signature move in the industry but is he ready for what is to come next. As he ever so slowly, works his way up to a stumbling stance Kahlan licks the palm of her hand. The sound of the humiliating bitch-slap reverberates throughout the arena, shaking Bryan’s resolve physically and scarring his morale. Kahlan’s hips twist, releasing her to revolve the bullet as it is set loose via the back kick. The Ushirogiri misses! Somehow Bryan manages to save his head from the thrusting back kick by ducking at the last second. Kahlan’s foot comes back down without having made contact, what completes Kahlan’s surprise is the fact that she suddenly finds herself pushed towards the ropes. From her exact opposite Bryan also rebounds from the set of cables. At the centre of the ring the duo meets.

Al: The HIGH IMPACT CLOTEHSLINE! God that was brutal!

Now that Wyziner had returned the favour with a signature move of his own, it is his time to cover for a pin fall victory. In turn Kahlan has to dig in way deep to just about lift a shoulder. Bryan’s arms come up in delight at having won the match only for him to be disappointed when the ref shows him only two of his fingers. Shaking his head, Bryan stands up regarding Kahlan at his feet. He bends to run his fingers through her blue hair, grabbing strands of it to pull her up. Once Kahlan is on her knees he tucks her head in-between this thighs, angrily rubbing his crotch onto the back of her neck in humiliation. He brings her the rest of the way up bent and in total control of her with his groin resting supreme over the back of her neck, only to wrap her around the waist from above. Bryan’s eyes scream of what is to come and in response the fans stand up in anticipation. He heaves and lifts Kahlan upside down for a short suspense when Kahlan’s struggles kick in effectively and she manages to force her feet back down onto the floor.

Kahlan pulls out from in-between the legs of her opponent and swiftly rounds him to his back from where she locks her hands together under the crook of Bryan’s head after hooking each of his arms under the biceps. She applies pressure through the full nelson trying to break Wyziner’s will but the power demanding move fails her. Bryan snaps free and dips on one shoulder lifting Kahlan to slam her back first to his front. He quickly coils his legs around her neck making a figure four and drops to his back. Agony, pure pain hits Kahlan as she struggles to take a single breath in. Her neck muscles seem to jostle out of their tendons, the pressure is so much. The spectators who had sat down a minute ago are all back on their feet again. They can sense the end is coming. The referee hovers around the two competitors constantly checking on K’s condition under the berating mouth of Bryan who bombards him to ask Kahlan. Out of nowhere Kahlan responds managing to roll over, turning Bryan with her. Her feet dig into the canvas and lift her up as she rolls forward until her feet fall planted either side of Bryan’s head, bridging her atop him. Now with her head free of the figure four entanglements Kahlan keeps a hold of the legs in a Cloverleaf style submission as she continues to bridge.

Al: My God where do you even begin to name a submission hold like that!?
Colin: Kahlan has gone mental! That looks like a weird reversed-sharpshooter-slash-cloverleaf-something, pure genius to get out of the figure four head lock!
Al: Bryan has to tap out; there is no way he should be withstanding that much pressure on his lower back, it looks sick!

TBC