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Post by thelegion on Mar 8, 2013 13:05:30 GMT -5
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 Oleg & Joaquin.
Coming off a big win over Demon and Khaos at DoD, the Legion heads into battle with the newcomers, the Privateers.
I’d hardly call that a big win, Colin. Where are Khaos and Demon now?
Wherever they are, they’re stinging from the Legion’s barrage!
Hardly, maybe they’re hiding in shame. Bottom line, one win does not a great team make, and I hear that Bill Davidson and John Blake are no pushovers.
The Legionnaires head to the ring.
Let’s go to some pre-recorded comments by the Legion.
A little window appears in the right-hand corner of the screen with Oleg, Joaquin and Commandant Mercier in it.
Privateers, we’ve tasted victory, and though it was a long time in coming, it was no less sweet on account. We’ve had the bitter taste of defeat on our lips for too long, now we relish the zest of triumph. You may look at our record and look past us, but look again. War is in our blood.
Some harsh words by the Commandant.
Let’s see if it amounts to anything more than hot air.
TBCB Privateers
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Post by privateers on Mar 11, 2013 17:57:59 GMT -5
Alestorm hits the speakers and the crowd stands in expectation of the Privateers
As the ragged words of Christopher Bowes come in over the rush of the guitar, Bill Davidson and John Blake emerge, ready for battle.
The Privaterers debut tonight, and they look ready.
That they do, but they haven't been in the ring for a while.
Davidson flicks a mike in the air and it somersaults before falling back into his open hand.
Legion, you’re tough as nails, and we got plenty of respect for ya.
But tonight, you’re standing on the quay when the waters are rough.
That means we gotta take the wind outta yer sails!
The music picks up again and the pair makes their way down the aisle. Blake looks a bit less excited than his partner, who stops to take a few pictures and grab a few kisses from the over-anxious ladies of the crowd, but he slaps the hands extended toward him and points with approval to a sign that says “I hope the Loggers can swim! They’re all wet!”
I'll give the Legion this much, they'll put up a fight. The Privateers shouldn't worry about kissing girls and pandering just yet.
I'm sure they've got their heads in the game. This is just ring psychology. The pressure is on them, but they won't let it show.
The stars of the sea enter the ring, Davidson sliding under the bottom strand and Blake bounding over the top, and prepare to show the Boston crowd that the Legion doesn’t have the ammunition needed to put them away.
TBCB-Legion
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Post by thelegion on Mar 12, 2013 17:56:58 GMT -5
The match gets underway as Davidson and Oleg step toward each other. The Russian lands a crushing blow to start things off, sheer force of the strike renders Davidson thoughtless. The soldier lifts the sailor to his fullest verticality with ease, before planting a boot into his midriff, doubling him over. Oleg then hits the ring ropes adjacent to the angle of Davidson's hunched over frame and returns to spike the privateer’s head into the mat, and attempting a cover by hooking the far leg. The official only has time to slap his hands onto the sweat-soaked mat a lonesome once before the resilient Davidson throws his shoulders into the sky.
It’s clear that Oleg will have to wear down Bill a little more
I told you that they weren’t pushovers
The Russian positions the Scot in a seated stature, pulling both of his arms behind him and driving his knee into the lower lumbar region of Davidson's back. With his spine stretching in the wrong direction, Bill grits his teeth and tries to block out the excruciating pain, the crowd getting behind him despite the popularity of the hard luck Legion. As if a light switch has been turned on in the Privateer's head by the raucous cheering of the partisan crowd, Davidson's eyes come back to life and a new fire is evident in his soul, slamming it into the facial regions of the aggressor. Oleg reels and loosens his grip completely, instead opting to cup his nose with his hands. An elbow to the chin knocks the legionnaire to the ground. Both men decide it’s time to get a fresh man in and begin a laborious crawl to their corners. Oleg manages to complete the tag seconds before John Blake enters the ring, and the teams seem at parity again. Joaquin runs at Blake in a war-like frenzy, right arm outstretched, but with a deft forward roll, John ducks the blow, and returns to his feet in time to deal out a clothesline of his own. The crowd emit a cheer.
Blake seems the more drive of the two men, and that only helps him here, since Joaquin is usually a slow starter. I’m not sure what the old commandant is thinking, he should have started off with the Colombian, let him get warmed up.
A tactical error there, for sure.
TBCB-Privateers
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Post by privateers on Mar 13, 2013 21:28:55 GMT -5
Both men opt to start over, the exchange of clothesline attempts was a start too quick. Joaquin offers a greco-roman knuckle lock and Blake obliges. A quick leg trip puts John on his back for a pinning combination,but he's up fast and pushes Joaquin to a vertoical base with his legs before delivering a hurricanrana. Following through, he hooks the Colombian's legs for a pin attempt of his own, but is reversed into a sunset flip, which he scampers out of. The two men link up again and Joaquin goes for a monkey flip. Blake hangs on to the hands of the legionnaire and switches into a body scissors, regaining control. Loosening up, he drags the opposition to his feet, and executes a tilt-a-whirl head scissor takeover. Both men nip up at the same moment and face each other and the masses applaude their efforts.
A great showing of acrobatic artistry by by men.
It looks pretty Colin, but will it win the match.
I think it will, this a wear down sequence. This is a game of can you top this, that only won man can win.
Joaquin exends a hand toward Blake in a token of respect and, after a thoughtful pause, John returns the gesture and mild applause results. It ends when the sea-side senation lambastes his Colombian counterpart with a side kick to the head. He slings off the strands, jumps over his opponent while falling backwards to land back-first and force the air out of the trooper's lungs with a somersault senton. Blake hops to the outside, waiting for Joaquin to stagger to his feet and then shoots himself over, aiming at a sunset flip. Finding himself stifled by the opposition, John maneuvers himself on the ropes to hook his partner's signature Tarantula. The house cheers the relatively uncommon hold, but the referee's count forces a break, lest the Privateers be disqualified.
Oooo, that could have been it right there. Joaquin is lucky that hold is illegal.
He certainly is Al, the Privateers aren't letting the rules get in the way of victory in their debut match.
What do you expect? They learned their craft in those bitter matches against the Logging Crew.
As Joaquin languishes, John tags in Bill and the larger man sets to work. A sharp kick to the spine, causes the Colombian to sit up straight and come to attention. Dragging Joaquin to verticality, Davidson applies an abdominal stretch and even adds a claw hold to the solar plexus for good measure. Mercier screams from the floor, demanding that his gryunt not give in and fight to the last. With a sizable part of the crowd urging him to do likewise, Joaquin manages to hip toss himself to safety. Davidson is a bit shaken, so he goes to the corner. Blake scolds him for his ignorance, but it's no use, as the Privateers tag, the Legion does the same, and Oleg charges into the opposite corner like a locomotive. He catches bith John & Bill and drives them both into the corner. Pressed together, both men feel the power of the Russian as he repeats a series of shoulder blocks.
TBCB-Winner
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