Post by Jack Tracks on Nov 13, 2012 5:08:07 GMT -7
The bell rings, and the TV title match is underway! With the starting gun blasted off, Tracks' body makes a sudden lurch from the corner, as it traditionally does. Being a big fan of a knockout blow, he likes to start strong. But Millson has scouted Jack enough to know better. He quickly ducks away, nearly leaping to the side and away from his corner, getting himself ready for a back attack once Tracks comes to a screeching halt....
But nothing happened. Millson stands up straight with a quizzical look at the corner, then turns over to the sound of boots still in the middle of the ring. There Jack stands, a grin on his face and shakes his head. Tracks' fingers move about, staying good and limber. The challenger stalks around on his side of the ring, sizing up the champion. Triple M looks Tracks over a bit, as though re-evaluating his approach. After taking a few seconds, he nods, and starts to join the circling.
"A little bit of mind games to start this off. We expected some, but not exactly from Tracks."
"Well as we saw earlier, and have seen in another submission match, Tracks seems to approach matches like this completely differently. I guess he figures he'll just cut out the showman stuff and go right for the jugular."
"As he should. He's not only fighting the TV Champion here. This is the GHW Champion. You cannot take him at anything less than 100%. Or at least, that's the mentality you should come into a match like this with."
Both men have brought themselves to the middle of the ring, hunching down into more of a shooting position, circling one another. Millson's face has a stern look of concentration as he waits for the challenger to make his move, while Tracks' face has a mixture of eagerness and bloodlust. Eventually, it comes down to who would attack first. Finally, the staredown is broken, as Jack dashes forward, going for a short-range tackle. Millson tries to stop it quick by coming up from below and aiming to catch Tracks' lunging neck with a sort of uppercut-clothesline, but gets his arm caught in Tracks' own as the challenger changes his trajectory. The momentum of Tracks' body stopping him surprises the champion as he finds his arm intertwined. While he tries to figure out how the shift happened, his foot gets kicked out from in front of him, causing his whole body to trip over. Tracks follows MMM's body down, kneeling down with Millson's arm trapped, and starts moving his other arm around, trying to get it around the champion's chin.
"Looks like Tracks is trying to end this already! He must be trying to lock in that Black Flag right off the bat!"
The champion still wasn't caught off guard enough, however, as, while Tracks starts to pull his opponent down, the more experienced wrestler stretches his leg and free arm out, allowing him to shuffle over to the ropes and away from the King of the Road's deadly grip before the hold is cemented. Tracks seems to have no qualms with following the rules and letting go, and takes a few steps back to make some room. The two men share another glare, as Millson shakes his arm out while scowling opposite Tracks' grin.
"The challenger doesn't seem too bothered that his hold got escaped from."
"Yeah, but it more of a desperate scramble than a reversal. I think that was just to send a message, as if to say 'Watch out. I've got this weapon waiting for you'. Maybe try to get Millson a bit gun shy."
Again, the two warriors circle one another, waiting for an opening. Tracks seems to be a bit more confident on this one, having put that solid warning shot out there. And the confidence shows, as he takes the first attack again. But Millson is ready this time. He takes a step forward to not allow for any fancy trajectory changes, and catches Tracks this time in a classic drop toe hold. Jack's momentum carries him down, and immediately Triple M is on him, leaping on to Tracks' back. He moves his arms quickly, hooking both of Tracks' arms behind his back in a double chickenwing. Knowing what this could mean, the King of the Road tries to act quickly, rolling his body over until he can get to a sitting position. Millson keeps Tracks' arms in position, however, so the challenger wasn't entirely out of the woods. And in an attempt to get out, he slams his head backward, right into the champion's chin. It seems to loosen the grip, so he gives it a few more, before Millson finally releases. Both men once more scramble to their feet for yet another face-off.
"Phew, that was a close one, as well! A bit of a turnabout being fair play, as Millson nearly had Tracks in the Mighty Mutilation!"
"A good response. Let the challenger know he's not the only one with an ace-in-the-hole submission! The second either of these men lock those holds in, it'll be all over. Put money down on that."
On their feet again, Jack Tracks and Mighty Man Millson have one final staredown, before deciding to be done with the show-off stuff. The two men lunge towards one another, meeting in a mutual headbutt, their arms tying together in a high-intensity collar-and-elbow tie-up. The real match begins....