Post by "Vicious" Vince Vegas on Nov 23, 2012 23:57:53 GMT -5
As Commandant Mercier salutes the crowd, "Vicious" Vince slowly inches to his feet. Looks like the suave french commander isn't the only one who can play possum. Vince creeps up behind the hotdogging manager, wraps his arms around Mercier waste and hurls the much smaller man into the the air, and slams him back on the canvas. Perfectly executed German suplex. But Vince's grasp does not loosen. He,again, muscles the old man up into the air and,again, slams him down on the canvas, this time seeming slightly harder than the last. Vince's eyes begin to glaze over, as the violence escalates, and his grip becomes tighter around the Commandant's waste. Mercier knows that a third suplex is coming, but the first two have made it impossible for his brain to sent the message to his body fast enough to do anything about it. Vegas slams him down for a third and final time.
Commandant Mercier lays prone int he center of the ring, feeling the ill effects of the triple suplex. Vegas wastes no time. He climbs to the second rope, lifts his right elbow up beside his head, and begins his decent toward Mercier. The look on Vince's face is pure joy, as his elbow connects perfectly with the manager's sternum.
Say What you want about Vegas, but this man can wrestle. A flawless elbow drop from the second rope landed with quite an impact!
I will say what I want about Vegas! He's Spineless! Mercier shouldn't even be in that ring! He's a manager for Godsake
If he can't play ball, he shouldn't be on the field!
Oh you can't be serious!...
As colorful color commentary team continues to bicker, Vince continues his vicious assault. Vegas rolls Mercier onto his back, places the commandant's left arm between his legs, and wraps his knuckles around his opponent's mouth and nose and begins to pull harder with all of the strength his 235 pound frame has to offer. The Vicious Vice Grip. As Mercier bears the first few seconds pressure, it is clear the the glory days are over. He is no longer young soldier. The victories of the past, are just that, of the past. Still, The battle worn veteran hangs on. A weaker man would have tapped immediately, but Commandant Mercier is no weak man, he hangs on until the end. He refuses to surrender to the enemy, but this battle is all but lost. The lights begin to dim, and the room begins to spin for the courageous commandant, as he passes out from the pain.
The Ref rings the bell. This one is over.
Vegas releases the hold, rolls out of the ring and raises his arms in victory. As his exit music plays, Vince mimics a soldiers march on his way to the back. He stops at the top of the ramp and motions as if he were wiping dust off of his hands; as if he had the match well in hand; as if he had not been frightened by the ravings of a war stricken lunatic; as if he had not just nearly tasted defeat from a 54 year old man.
But we saw Vince. We saw.
Commandant Mercier lays prone int he center of the ring, feeling the ill effects of the triple suplex. Vegas wastes no time. He climbs to the second rope, lifts his right elbow up beside his head, and begins his decent toward Mercier. The look on Vince's face is pure joy, as his elbow connects perfectly with the manager's sternum.
Say What you want about Vegas, but this man can wrestle. A flawless elbow drop from the second rope landed with quite an impact!
I will say what I want about Vegas! He's Spineless! Mercier shouldn't even be in that ring! He's a manager for Godsake
If he can't play ball, he shouldn't be on the field!
Oh you can't be serious!...
As colorful color commentary team continues to bicker, Vince continues his vicious assault. Vegas rolls Mercier onto his back, places the commandant's left arm between his legs, and wraps his knuckles around his opponent's mouth and nose and begins to pull harder with all of the strength his 235 pound frame has to offer. The Vicious Vice Grip. As Mercier bears the first few seconds pressure, it is clear the the glory days are over. He is no longer young soldier. The victories of the past, are just that, of the past. Still, The battle worn veteran hangs on. A weaker man would have tapped immediately, but Commandant Mercier is no weak man, he hangs on until the end. He refuses to surrender to the enemy, but this battle is all but lost. The lights begin to dim, and the room begins to spin for the courageous commandant, as he passes out from the pain.
The Ref rings the bell. This one is over.
Vegas releases the hold, rolls out of the ring and raises his arms in victory. As his exit music plays, Vince mimics a soldiers march on his way to the back. He stops at the top of the ramp and motions as if he were wiping dust off of his hands; as if he had the match well in hand; as if he had not been frightened by the ravings of a war stricken lunatic; as if he had not just nearly tasted defeat from a 54 year old man.
But we saw Vince. We saw.
