Schraeder vs. Joaquin

[thelegion]

The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit. Soon to be led down the aisle by his manger, Commandant Mercier, he weighs in at 225 lbs, and hails from Aubagne, France by way of Marquetalia, Colombia, Legionnaire Joaquin!

Le Boudin begins to play and the Legion flags begin to wave all around the arena. Commandant Mercier walks forward proudly and is followed by Joaquin.

Still searching for a win, the Legion sends Joaquin into battle tonight.

Carson Schraeder won't be any pushover though.

I hear that, on account of him dropping the fall to the Remnants, Joaquin drew the short straw.

Well Mercier always was a harsh taskmaster.

Joaquin steps between the ropes and raises his hands to a modest pop. He stretches in the corner, waiting for Schraeder.

TBCB-Schraeder

[Carson Schraeder]

The crowd are buzzing, as a drumbeat bursts through the speakers, the bass reverberating off of the walls, until a guitar joins in, followed shortly after by Chad Kroeger's vocals.

Who's coming with me
to kick a hole in the sky?
I love the whiskey,
let's drink that shit til its dry.
so grab a Jim Beam, JD, whatever you need.
Have a shot from the bottle,
doesn't matter to me.
'Nother round, fill 'er up ,
hammer down, grab a cup,
bottoms up!


All of a sudden, the muscular frame of the 6'6" Texan, Carson Schraeder strides out from the back, wearing his black jeans, white wrestling boots and a black cowboy hat. Clutched in his hand is a can of beer. Schraeder stops on the stage, and cracks open the beer, and proceeds to down it, crushing it in his hand and throwing can into the crowd. The Austin native proceeds down the ramp, eyes locked on the ring, as he slowly strides down the ramp.

"And his opponent, from Austin, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and seventy two pounds, Carson Scraeder."

Here comes Carson Schraeder, who's match at Blood Runs Cold ended in a no contest. This week, he will take on a member of the winless Legion, Legionnaire Joaquin in a tables match.

Yeah, they are yet to have a victory in EVPW, and it doesn't get any easier, with a tables match against an opponent who is nearly 50 pounds heavier. The odds are stacked here against the legion!


This is what it's all about, no one can slow us down.
We ain't gonna stop until the clock runs out.
Bottoms up!
Hell can't handle all of us, so get your bottles up.
Drinkin' every drop until it all runs out.
'Nother round, fill 'er up, hammer down, grab a cup, bottoms up!

Ohh, bottoms up...

Schraeder strides down the ramp, never once taking his gaze off of the ring, and he finally reaches the entranceway. He pauses for a moment, and scans the crowd, who are getting pumped. He smiles wryly, and walks to the apron, reaches up and grabs the top rope, and pulls himself up onto the skirting.

So grab your best friends and make your way to the bar.
But keep your distance, we're gonna light it on fire.
We're drinking black tooth, 80 proof, straight gasoline.
Slam as much as you can take and hand the bottle to me.
'Nother round, fill 'er up, hammer down, grab a cup, bottoms up!

This is what it's all about, no one can slow us down.
We ain't gonna stop until the clock runs out.
Bottoms up!
Hell can't handle all of us, so get your bottles up.
Drinkin' every drop until it all runs out.
'Nother round, fill 'er up, hammer down, grab a cup, bottoms up!

Ohh, bottoms up...

Schraeder backs into the corner and turns around, eyeing off his opponent.

[thelegion]

Schraeder wants to get things underway quickly and so wastes no time charging in at the bell. Joaquin leapfrogs over the Texan to safety, leaving Schraeder to stop short in the corner. He turns just in time to catch a standing dropkick, which sends him stumbling into the turnbuckle pads. Seizing on his opponent's disoriented state, Joaquin monkey flips him out into the centre of the ring and lands a hard kick to the spine as Schraeder sits up. Joaquin then kneels on his opponent's back with both knees, hooking the Texan's head with one arm and his legs with the other. He then rolls back so that Schraeder is suspended above him, facing up. Having locked in the bow and arrow, Joaquin pulls down with both arms while pushing up with his knees to bend his opponent's back.

A submission display by the Legionnaire here, his corner seems to approve.

That doesn’t say much for any of them…

Why do you say that?

Submission moves don’t win tables matches.

But I’d rather have Schraeder with an achy-breaky back in any kind of match.

I suppose Joaquin could be playing the long game here, but I don’t think Carson is getting paid by the hour. If he gets loose, he’ll try to end it quick.

The move begins to break down, but it has been effective enough. Schraeder groans in pain and holds his back. Joaquin throws a few more kicks in to soften him up. He then sits on either side of Schraeder, with his legs scissoring the Texan's arm. The Legionnaire then grabs hold of the wrist and pulls it upwards.

An armbar?

Hard to pull off a chokeslam Al, if your elbow is hyper-extended.

I suppose, but this still strikes me as a weak offence in a match like this.

Maybe Joaquin is out of his element, fighting one-on-one.

Don’t give me that Colin, the guy was a cage fighter and he’s supposed to be a trained mercenary, he ought he as tough as his rep makes him out to be.

You never know what kind of strategy he’s working with. If you’re this confused on the outside, imagine what’s going through Schraeder’s mind on the inside. This piecemeal dissection has to be intimidating, and being dominated in what should have been his type of match is doubly so.

Eventually, Joaquin judges that a more direct assault is necessary, he gives Schraeder a bit of ground, and time to regain his footing and sets up for something. However, as he makes his move, he caught by the Texan and hoisted into a fireman's carry. The man from Austin then pushes the Colombian forward and slams him face-down onto the mat, himself landing in a kneeling position. Feeling that his chance has come, Schraeder gets to his feet and delivers a stiff legdrop on his downed foe. He grabs a handful of hair and forces Joaquin to his feet then reaches between his opponent's legs with one arm and reaches around his back from the same side with the other arm before then lifting Joaquin almost effortlessly up over his shoulder. From this position, Schraeder gives a mighty bellow, trots a few steps, and falls forward to slam the Legionnaire to the mat.

Oooo! A devastating bodyslam by Schraeder!

Joaquin was doing better at a slower pace I’ll have to admit. He has to stop this onslaught or he’ll be responsible to the next loss in the Legion’s winless streak.

Two slams and a legdrop though Al; the man’s lungs have to be on fire. He’s just trying to get some oxygen back into his body at this point. Doing anything short of breathing is not a priority at this point.

Well, it had better soon become a priority. Joaquin might not be a genius, but he’s got to be smart enough to know that Carson Schraeder is a dangerous man. A man who isn’t going to back off for mercy’s sake, not until he sees his opponent go through a table.

Now feels like the right time, and Schraeder goes outside and fetches a table. Joaquin is stirring and Schraeder sets up the table in the opposite corner. Few kicks to the stomach and Joaquin is ready for an Irish Whip into the wood. The whip is strong, but Joaquin still has his wits about him; he veers to one side, and slides harmlessly under the bottom rope. He takes a lap on the outside to collect his thoughts. The Texan is on his trail though, and a hard shove sends Joaquin to the post and ends his strategizing. Strong hands soon hurl him back into the ring.

[Carson Schraeder]

will get a post up in a couple of hours. Been super busy with doctors appointments and birthdays.

[Carson Schraeder]

The hulking physique of the muscular Texan rises and falls, as he inhales oxygen at an alarming rate, trying to catch his breath after his little game of cat and mouse with his opponent. After several moments, and several deep breaths later, Schraeder reaches his huge hand up, and grabs the top rope, and hauls himself up onto the apron, quite agile for a man his size. He balances his frame on the apron, and steps over the top rope into the ring, just in time to see a blur fly towards him, as the soles of the Legionnaire's feet bury themselves in the Austin resident's sternum, sending him staggering back into the ropes with enough force to twist the ropes, trapping the two hundred and seventy pound Fighty fighty person, and leaving him defenceless. The Frenchman clambers to his feet, after he glances at his opponents predicament, and quickly flings his leg out, driving it into the ribcage of Carson, who lets out a snarl of pain. The lips of the Legionnaire twist into a grin, as he, for a second time, lets his hips rip, and drives the bridge of his foot into the ribcage of his larger foe, which elicits another howl of pain, and leaves an angry looking welt on the ribcage of Texan. Content with his damage, Joaquin springs into the air and drives the soles of his feet into the exposed cranium of Schraeder, whose head snaps back, and his eyes roll back, exposing the whites, and the force of his frame falling backwards is enough to wrench his arms free, and his athletic frame crumples to the canvas. Joaquin wastes no time, and rolls his opponent onto his back, and covers him, hoping for a three count, and his first win in GHW.

What an incredibly lucky turn of events for Legionnaire Joaquin, with a simple dropkick turning into a sparring session, with a human punching bag in Carson Schraeder.

Yes it was lucky, but it was also smart on Joaquin's part, targeting the ribcage of Carson Schraeder, who, being the best part of three hundred pounds, relies a lot on his upper body strength.

That's true, and the force behind those kicks was monumental. I wouldn't be surprised if Schraeder has a couple of cracked ribs, or, at the very least, severe bone bruising, which is going to make it hard for him to execute his high impact game plane.

The referee drops to his stomach and raises his hand, driving his palm into the canvas once, twice, and, just before his can strike it thrice, signifying the end of this match, Carson manages to raise his leg and rest it on the rope, breaking the count. The referee sees it, and informs Joaquin, who lets out a snarl of rage. The legionnaire hauls himself to his feet and begins viciously stomping on any appendage and exposed body part of his fallen adversary, until the referee forces him back, and admonishes him. The Legionnaire, brushes the referee aside, and strides over to Carson Schraeder, who is slowly gaining his bearings on his hands and knees. The Frenchman raises his forearm, and drives it into the neck of his prone opponent, who crumples back to the canvas, but instantly tries to get back up again. Joaquin again drives his forearm into the torso of his opponent who falls to the mat for a second time. Schraeder this time manages to crawl his frame onto the ropes. Joaquin slowly stalks his prey, who is slowly hauling his frame to his feet, with the aid of the ropes. After a couple of moments, Schraeder is vertical, but still groggy, and swaying slightly, resting on the ropes. Joaquin, happy with his opportunity, charges away from his opponent, and rebounds off, using the velocity to gain momentum, using it to hurtle towards Schraeder. Joaquin raises his forearm, attempting a clothesline, but Schraeder snaps back to reality and falls down, hand pulling the top rope down with him, and Joaquin tumbles over the top rope, and crumples onto the mat on the outside of the ring, in a heap of flesh.

And that was smart on Carson Schraeder's part, suckering the Legionnaire in, and using his ring awareness, not just for his pinfall escape, but for that act of desperation, which may have turned the tides, here tonight!

Yeah, even though Carson is relatively young, to have the awareness to place your foot on the ropes to break the pinfall, and the tactical nous to use the opponent's momentum against him, is an impressive strength, almost moreso than his physical strength!