Post by Wyziner on Aug 16, 2012 19:30:11 GMT -5
There’s a storm brewing. It is felt in the air, a crisp chill that lingers a while on the back of the neck; the four principles of the match stand locked in a deathly game of shifting eyes, no one quit knows from which corner the match will begin. The onlookers feel it, the biting chill, the thrill of anticipation; from every part of the stadium is the chatter and clamor of anxiety. It is not nervousness, no; it’s a hunger, an unquenchable yearning for blood. The combatants feel it too; it is a horribly exhilarating thing and each man, while anticipating the contest’s commencement, abides with the fear of knowing that only one will win. Bryan Wyziner instantly takes notice of Sam Keane who is small in stature and relatively experienced; he decides that this man will be his target.
“This arena is about to burst, the four young men in the ring tonight have come to Boston intent on competing in the Death From Above Match.”
“Young is right. You have here AJ Scally and Jack Tracks the more experienced guys in the match, as well as Sam Keane and the dark horse Bryan Wyziner.”
“One has to say that either Scally or Tracks will be the winner in this one.”
“I don’t know about that this one will probably be closer than anyone expects.”
By now each man has left his respective corners; Scally and Tracks are trading punches, Scally throws a sloppy left and it is parried by a counter right. AJ then stumbled a bit and Jack slings him into the ropes and corners him; next comes a barrage of stiff punches, which causes the referee to intervene. Halfway through a five second count Tracks relents, and the official offers a stern warning against closed fist punching. While he is occupied with the referee Jack disregards AJ Scally, whom has recuperated and climbed into position on the top of the turnbuckle. As the referee turns to monitor the other combatants in the match, Jack turns and is taken unaware by AJ Scally who comes plummeting down on him. With a resounding thud Tracks and Scally splatter into the canvas; Tracks offers up a half moan, he was unprepared and couldn’t brace himself for the impact and so the minor attack causes him a reasonable amount of pain. Scally on the other hand has had the wind knocked out of him.
Elsewhere Wyziner and Keane have locked in a collar and elbow tie; Wyziner uses his slight advantage in size to buffalo Keane into a compromising position, with his opponent slightly off balance Wyziner lunges downward, and de-foots him with an ankle pick. Sam hits the ground and in his own defense rolls away from Wyziner; Wyziner pursues him and as his opponent, who has gained a false sense of security, brings himself up-right, Wyziner punts him in the face. Sam falls back and his head snaps into to the canvas; Wyziner waste no time, the young man pounces onto his opponent and pins his shoulders.
“Bryan Wyziner could have it! No, only two there; but that was one hell of a kick to the head. Jesus Barack Obama Christ it’s hits like that one that make you blaspheme. ”
“Yeah Collin that kick was brutal.”
“Bryan Wyziner showed us shades of that brutality last year when he made his debut. He has never been one to shy away from physicality, and sometimes that’s easy to forget when your watch him because he’s very
technical.”
“Defiantly, the kid just has good genes. I think we’ll see that later on if he and Jack Tracks get into it.”
Wyziner, who has stood after losing the pin, hoist his opponent up from the mat and takes hold of him around the waist. With the pair pressed together torso to torso, Wyziner falls back tossing his opponent overhead. The suplex is flawless and Sam Keane lands on his neck and shoulders; Sam feels pain, it’s not debilitating pain but it is enough to stun him, and in this brief moment of vulnerability Wyziner closes to capitalize. He stoops behind his opponent and applies a rear chin-lock. Bryan can feel Sam squirming underneath him, and he loves it.
Scally and Tracks have both risen from the canvas, and they are exchanging again. Tracks tries for a series of kicks, but the pain in his abdomen has progress exponentially. AJ takes the combination with stride, and retaliates with barrage of elbows and kicks of his own. Tracks falls back toward the ring ropes, and Scally rushes at him, he connects with a clothesline and the both topple out of ring.
TBC
“This arena is about to burst, the four young men in the ring tonight have come to Boston intent on competing in the Death From Above Match.”
“Young is right. You have here AJ Scally and Jack Tracks the more experienced guys in the match, as well as Sam Keane and the dark horse Bryan Wyziner.”
“One has to say that either Scally or Tracks will be the winner in this one.”
“I don’t know about that this one will probably be closer than anyone expects.”
By now each man has left his respective corners; Scally and Tracks are trading punches, Scally throws a sloppy left and it is parried by a counter right. AJ then stumbled a bit and Jack slings him into the ropes and corners him; next comes a barrage of stiff punches, which causes the referee to intervene. Halfway through a five second count Tracks relents, and the official offers a stern warning against closed fist punching. While he is occupied with the referee Jack disregards AJ Scally, whom has recuperated and climbed into position on the top of the turnbuckle. As the referee turns to monitor the other combatants in the match, Jack turns and is taken unaware by AJ Scally who comes plummeting down on him. With a resounding thud Tracks and Scally splatter into the canvas; Tracks offers up a half moan, he was unprepared and couldn’t brace himself for the impact and so the minor attack causes him a reasonable amount of pain. Scally on the other hand has had the wind knocked out of him.
Elsewhere Wyziner and Keane have locked in a collar and elbow tie; Wyziner uses his slight advantage in size to buffalo Keane into a compromising position, with his opponent slightly off balance Wyziner lunges downward, and de-foots him with an ankle pick. Sam hits the ground and in his own defense rolls away from Wyziner; Wyziner pursues him and as his opponent, who has gained a false sense of security, brings himself up-right, Wyziner punts him in the face. Sam falls back and his head snaps into to the canvas; Wyziner waste no time, the young man pounces onto his opponent and pins his shoulders.
“Bryan Wyziner could have it! No, only two there; but that was one hell of a kick to the head. Jesus Barack Obama Christ it’s hits like that one that make you blaspheme. ”
“Yeah Collin that kick was brutal.”
“Bryan Wyziner showed us shades of that brutality last year when he made his debut. He has never been one to shy away from physicality, and sometimes that’s easy to forget when your watch him because he’s very
technical.”
“Defiantly, the kid just has good genes. I think we’ll see that later on if he and Jack Tracks get into it.”
Wyziner, who has stood after losing the pin, hoist his opponent up from the mat and takes hold of him around the waist. With the pair pressed together torso to torso, Wyziner falls back tossing his opponent overhead. The suplex is flawless and Sam Keane lands on his neck and shoulders; Sam feels pain, it’s not debilitating pain but it is enough to stun him, and in this brief moment of vulnerability Wyziner closes to capitalize. He stoops behind his opponent and applies a rear chin-lock. Bryan can feel Sam squirming underneath him, and he loves it.
Scally and Tracks have both risen from the canvas, and they are exchanging again. Tracks tries for a series of kicks, but the pain in his abdomen has progress exponentially. AJ takes the combination with stride, and retaliates with barrage of elbows and kicks of his own. Tracks falls back toward the ring ropes, and Scally rushes at him, he connects with a clothesline and the both topple out of ring.
TBC