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Post by thelegion on Mar 18, 2013 17:44:43 GMT -5
The bell rings and Jerry Nate and Kahlan collide. The Englishwoman hits an Enzuigiri and scrambles over to the downed behemoth, rolling Jerry onto his stomach with a grunt of effort. She drapes herself over him and hooks his far leg for an early attempt at a pinfall. The referee slides into play and slaps his hand to the mat, but before even the two count, the Nebraskan kicks out. The Blitz is back up onto her soles quickly and runs at the monster in front of her, who's managed to rise to a knee. She throws both boots at Jerry's nose, flooring the big man yet again. Knowing that her attacks aren't powerful enough to keep the Hell's Reject on the canvas for a three count, she tags in Bill Davidson. The Scotsman throws a boot into the face of Nate, sending him reeling backwards. A quick tag to Blake, sees the Englishman hop to the top rope. He stands upright, before leaping off and turning in mid-air, throwing his left hand in an Uppercut motion, aiming directly for Nate's nose. Jerry sees the incoming blow and thinks quickly. The Nebraskan throws himself at the sailor and, grabbing the back of Blake's head, he spikes him into the mat. Blake's head and neck crunch as the impact knocks him senseless, while Jerry moves to his corner and tags in Oleg.
Oh, dear God, that looked awesome. A mid-air Neckbreaker that's changed the complexion of this contest.
Jerry Nate wasn’t the KotDM champ on account of his looks Colin, he can fight.
Oleg, in a rare show of bravado, plants his big boot on the chest of the fallen sailor, forcing the man in the zebra stripes to count yet again. He slaps his five fingers onto the mat, once, twice, but Blake throws his hand instinctively onto the bottom rope as the referee's hand comes down for the final and conclusive number.
Even after a move like that one, you won’t beat John Blake with a boot to the chest.
The Russian makes to argue with the referee, but as his back is turned, Blake sits up, clearly angered by the insulting pinning attempt. Mercier shouts at his trooper, causing Oleg to turn around, only to be hit with a running clothesline. The legionnaire rebounds off the canvas and back to his feet, only to be sent to ground once again.
Things are heating up in this one…
TBC
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Post by privateers on Mar 20, 2013 10:05:20 GMT -5
Blake make a hot tag to Davidson, ignoring the out-stretched arm of Kahlan. The Russian mercenary tries to shake the cobwebs, and he and the man from Aberdeen begin to circle the ring, creeping closer to each other, then lock up. Oleg powers Bill backward a couple steps, but Davidson then grabs his opponent's arm and whips him toward the far ropes. Oleg bounces off of the ropes and tries to regain the initiative with a clothesline, but Bill ducks. The Scotsman immediately punches his Russian opposite in the chest, then grabs his arm and twists it while ducking under it and holding it straight with the elbow facing up, then hits Oleg's elbow with his own, making the soldier drop to one knee. Sensing danger, and an opportunity, Oleg lands a punch to the gut of the sailor, and manages to fight his arm free from Bill's grasp. Moving quickly, he grabs the top of Davidson's head and, dropping to his knees, performs a teeth-chattering jawbreaker. As the privateer falls down in a daze Oleg makes the tag to his partner, who still maintains a slight weight advantage over the wrecked seaman. Joaquin walks over to Davidson and grabs his legs, and lifts them up. The Colombian then bends one leg so that the shin is behind the knee of the straight leg and places the ankle of the straight leg in his armpit. With the same arm, he reaches around the ankle and through the opening formed by the legs, and locks his hands together. Joaquin then steps over his opponent, turning Davidson over and proceeds to squat and lean back. The cloverleaf compresses the legs, flexes the spine, and stretches the abdomen. Kahalan hits the ring, Brits Blitz can’t stand losing another one here on TNT, and grabs the soldier by the hair and pulls him to the mat, but Jerry makes his way between the strand in reply, and kicks Kahlan in the gut and chases her to the outside. The Colombian blinks away the stars in his eyes and makes a hasty cover on the still injured Bill Davidson. The ref counts. 1... 2... but Bill kicks out and rolls away toward his corner.
Lots of pinning combinations in this one so far, no one is wasting any opportunity.
Certainly not Al, the tag titles are only a few matches away for either of these teams.
And let's not forgot about the two former singles champs in there too, both eager to climb the mountain again.
Plenty at stake in this one for sure.
Both sides take an opportunity to get a fresh man into the action, as Blake and Nate step in. Jerry wastes no time punching John in the midsection, then grabs his arm and tries to whip him toward the corner, but Blake plants his feet, kicks the former deathmatch king in the side of the knee, then applies a front facelock before swinging down to the ground with a neckbreaker. John hooks the leg and covers him as the ref drops to the ground and counts. 1... 2... Nate raises a shoulder right after the ref's hand hits the mat a second time. Jerry gets up and steps to Blake, but the sailor replies with a Japanese arm drag that puts Jerry back down. A quick tag brings in the ex-TV champ, and the Fire Cracker wastes no time positioning herself behind the Nebraskan and wrapping her arm around his neck, pressing the biceps against one side of the neck and the inner bone of the forearm against the other side. The sleeper hold sees the Satisfying One begin to wilt. The Legion comes in to lend their partner a hand at the urging of their commanding officer. The Privateers reply in kind and the two teams end up duking it out in the midst of Jerry’s panicked death throes. The referee is focused on the arm of the former king, seemingly oblivious to the commotion around him.
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Post by Psychotic Circus on Mar 20, 2013 18:55:39 GMT -5
-The Legionaries and the Privateers were trading blows left and right with one another as their respective third wheels were locked in the middle of the ring. Kahlan was looking to put Jerry Nate down for a nap, but Jerry being the sorest of losers wouldn't have any of it. The Corn fed King of the Dead rose up, his calve muscles screaming at him for oxygen as the Brit Blitz was still holding in with the strangle across his burly back. John Blake left had left Bill to mop up the Legion as Jerry was standing up straight, his elbow bashing wildly into Kahlan's ribs cage with unholy authority. The ref couldn't keep the situation under control, but he knew his place and just let the chaos happen as Blake interfered in Jerry's business with a swift boot to the Satisfying One's midsection. Jerry tumbled down along with Kahlan who couldn't keep her grip on the Nebraskan Stallion any longer.-
"Jerry Nate ain't taking any guff from Kahlan here, but it seems Blake isn't going to take any from Jerry Nate!"
"Hopefully they keep Jerry's losing streak alive here tonight. That rat bastard should be in jail as well!"
-The Legionaries had started to get the best of Privateer Bill, leading his partner to come to his rescue with the hopes that Kahlan could finish the job. The two duos went back at it again, slamming fists and boots into each other with the utmost lack of fighting discipline. Soon the tides had changed in the favor of the Sea Faring Sailors as the Legionaries were sent flying over the top rope in unison. John and Bill turned their attention back over to Jerry Nate and Kahlan, both were still stumbling about, but Jerry Nate had made it to shaky knees and raised fists, taunting the two to even try him. Jerry was rearing to fight like a rabid dog as the two Poseidons bee-lined for the GHW version of Hades.-
"This whole match has gone downhill faster than Kahlan's porn career!"
"You're right, the ref can't really do much, and he knows better than to throw this match out as a DQ as long as Jerry is still willing to go."
-The Shotgun Kid flashes his battle hardened knuckles through the air like it was second nature, but his shortness of breath wouldn't guarantee that his shots flew true to their targets as the Privateers overtake the Great Satan of GHW. Bill Davidson let his partner take the brunt of the blows before he charge in with a skip and a hop and a jumping knee into Jerry's barrel chested goodness. As soon as the Shotgun Kid wavered, John Blake wrapped an arm around Jerry's neck and flipped the Metal Head over with a twist of the hips and down across the mat. The Sea Faring duo wouldn't let up as John held Jerry down by the neck, blasting him with his free hand across the head of Jerry Nate. Bill Davidson followed suit with heavy stomps across Jerry's midsection to complete what any doctor of Thug-a-nomics would call a grade A beat down, and Jerry was the sucker.-
"Don't even let that bastard breath! He doesn't deserve a damn thing except the electric chair!"
"Wow, Fuzz buddy. You gotta settle down there."
-The Privateers soon relented, lifting the staggering Death King up to a shaking vertical position. The two Sea Faring men looked each other in the eye with a simple smile sprawling across their faces that said Broadside. Jerry Nate was whipped across the ropes but it was too late as Kahlan tried to inform them that this was a stupid idea. Jerry came back faster than the duo had expected as they tried setting up for a double drop kick. The Shotgun Kid growled with a demonic tune from his vocal cords as he stopped for a split second, his feet planting solidly against the mat before a roaring fist smashed the unknowing fool that was John Blake square in the chest. The Privateer folded in half from the sudden amount of pressure before splattering across the ring and rolling outside to the mats. Bill Davidson couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing at first, but he wasn't going to be seeing for very much longer as Jerry grunted like a little piggy, his eyes flaring before he unleashed a torrent of steamy Copenhagen long cut into the eyes of the Privateer. Bill Davidson fell to a knee as he tried to wipe the burning mist of tobacco from his eye sockets, but was quickly pulled out from the ring by the Legionnaires who had decided to do be of some help as Jerry looked around for Kahlan.-
"Come on Kahlan...don't fail us now..."
"She's going to totally fail..."
-The Britz Blitz surprised the Shotgun Kid from behind and looking to hit a definitive finisher to the Great Satan. He knees came up as she grabbed the back of Jerry's head to pull him down for a face full of hurt. Kahlan could almost feel victory, but she didn't feel the ground against her back for what seemed like forever before she realized her mistake. Jerry Nate was still standing, his abs holding him up and preventing the sudden KKO. He growled and screamed down on the cowering girl that this was enough as he stood up with Kahlan hanging from his face like a bad monkey that was about to get spanked. Jerry got himself standing straight before he positioned Kahlan over his shoulders and with a defiant shout against the forces of good, Kahlan was spun around atop the Satisfying One's shoulders before he folded in and drove her head first against the mat.-
"BUUUURRRRNING HAAAAAMMMAAAAA!"
"I knew that dumb bimbo would screw the entire pooch on this one!"
TBCB: Kahlan or the Privateers.
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Post by privateers on Mar 21, 2013 10:37:40 GMT -5
Before the referee can even attempt to finish his count of three, the man Scotland disrupts the count, having left his English ally to deal with the Frenchmen. He and Jerry trade blows, as KaHLaN attempts to recover. Not giving up so easily, the wild diva, using her superior agility springs up and rushes back into the fray. She embraces Nate’s head and neck with her lanky arms twisting her hip and applying pressure on the neck. In the centre of the mat, and with the Legion otherwise engaged, Jerry Nate’s skull turns to an impossible angle putting unimaginable strain on every muscle and fibre of that delicate region of human anatomy. His distorted facial expression highlights the Nebraska Native’s unimaginable suffering from the focused pain. The man extends his arm in a desperate but poor attempt to score a tag but he is unfortunate as distance is not his ally, so what he does next is to assemble all his disintegrated will into one mechanical force by which he uses his greater strength to lift the 132 pounds from the ground. He staggers knees slightly crouched while trying to keep his balance in his new standing position and fight the pain forced upon his body from the woman atop him. KaHLaN still has her arms locked around her opponent’s neck but she has lost her leverage to power any real damage. With no options left, she releases her weakened grasp on the man’s neck before dropping feet first upon the canvas. Seeing her newfound opportunity as the big guy gets hold of his own neck to recover from the strenuous hold of merely seconds ago with his back towards the diva, KaHLaN runs backwards hitting the ropes and shoots off at running speed towards her target. The “LaDDeR QUEEN” dives at the back of her victim’s legs resulting in a flawless knee clip that awards her quick thinking by forcing Jerry to his knees. She follows up by crashing his face onto the unforgiving mat. The mad girl seizing her new found opening from atop Nate jumps up quickly and goes to work. The victim is on their stomach, so KaHLaN crosses one ankle into the crook of his other knee. She then uses the back of her leg to apply pressure to the hold. Finally she grabs both of the former deathmatch champ’s arms and then rolls to the right side and onto her back. As she rolls over, the man from Nebraska rolls over as well with his legs still entangled and flips onto his shoulders, therefore pinned with KaHLaN holding his arms.
KaHLaN is making her presence felt
A pity she doesn’t do it more often
She’s a creature of peculiar tastes and it looks like she’s bit into something she likes
Pinning combination here as she’s got Jerry twisted like a pretzel.
The referee witnessing the perfect pinning manoeuvre instantly drops to his knees and slaps the mat in his rhythmical fashion looking for a three count. Moments away from completing the match Oleg drops an elbow on the entangled limb complex. Just in time, the hold breaks and Jerry falls fully on the mat. The fair judge of the match dutifully runs into the now standing face of Oleg and heatedly warns him to get back to his team’s corner out of the ring. All that time the Russian keeps an innocent expression holding his hands slightly above his head, while John Blake angrily shakes a fist and curses him from across the ring. Nate stirs and in a shaky attempt tries to stand up in such a slow time consuming manner that someone might have thought he is carrying fifty pounds of extra invisible weight on his shoulders. In contrast to him, KaHLaN in one smooth spring like motion stands up seconds before Jerry’s ridiculous struggle and so awaits for her opponent to get to his feet. When he gets to his knees, neck arched forward face staring blindly to the canvass, the “LaDDeR QUEEN” strides towards him. On reaching her shaken foe KaHLaN pulls at his hair aiding him up before applying a ¾ face lock and runs towards the corner of the ring continuing with her run up the ropes with the face lock still applied. On reaching the top turnbuckle she kicks off it, back flipping over Nate, driving him down onto the back of his head making contact with the mat. The force of impact bounces the man’s skull up as if it is a plastic ball before it crashes down once again. The girl also feeling some of the punishment on her landing rolls on her side towards the ring ropes. Once at her intended destination, she uses them as leverage to pull herself up. On reaching her full height KaHLaN drives her way towards John Blake and tags in the impatient Anglophile before falling down again exhausted.
A wise move there, they both were in the ring way too long
It’s the essence of tag wrestling; making good use of the fresh man.
KaHLaN always knows what to do with a fresh man…
Well, that aside, let’s see if she and the Privateers can make good use of their numbers and wear down the Corn-fed King of the Dead.
Jerry Nate slowly stumbles to his feet holding his head with his left hand still dazed from KaHLaN’s onslaught of offensive maneuvers. John now runs at the dazed opponent. Nate sees it coming and bends over so his shoulder hits Blake in the gut and he lifts John up before dropping him onto the canvas behind him. Jerry now walks over to where KaHLaN resides. He doesn’t look happy. Adder quick, he pushes KaHLaN off of the apron and back first onto the padding outside of the ring. Stunned, Bill Davidson leaps to down to help her, cursing his inaction and taunted now by the laughter of Nate and the crowd’s boos. Jerry spreads his hands in a gesture of thanks and turns around, but John hooks his right arm under Nate’s left and drops down with an arm drag. John now quickly covers Jerry and hooks his leg. A lowly count of one, and Jerry powers out, stumbles to his feet and Blake balls both fists, ready to deck his land-loving adversary. Jerry stumbles back, dodging a blow, and comes back with a right hook to the gut. Then he bends his right knee and brings it up to the nose of John. Blake now falls back first onto the canvas. Jerry scorns the tag offered by his partners and then drops to his knees before he covers John’s limb body. 1…2…John gets his right shoulder up which causes Nate to get angry, and drop a pair of knees on Blake’s head; another pinfall attempt and another 2 count. The Satisfying One grabs a handful of John’s hair with his right hand and pulls him up. Not relishing whatever comes next, Johnn swings his right foot up to kick Jerry in the gut. Nate bends over and stumbles back. John then runs and jumps over Jerry, splitting his legs to get over and tags in Bill. Sensing that the numbers are swelling against him, Jerry tags in Joaquin as a reply, he then rolls under the bottom rope and walks up the ramp holding his ribs with his right hand. Joaquin doesn’t notice as he and Davidson lock up. Nate stumbles backstage, leaving his partners behind.
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