Post by privateers on Mar 24, 2013 14:44:18 GMT -7
Alestorm hits the speakers and the crowd stands in expectation of the Privateers
The following match, scheduled for one fall, will determine who will challenge for the GHW World Tag Team Titles at Rise of the Wrestlers. Introducing first, John Blake & Bill Davidson, 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.
This series knotted at one a piece, tonight we see who goes on to get a shot at the brass ring.
Davidson & Blake stumbled at the outset of this feud, let's see if they can keep the momentum going after that big six-man win last week.
The stars of the sea enter the ring, Davidson sliding under the bottom strand and Blake bounding over the top..
The lights come up on the ring, while the rest of the GHW Arena is in darkness. The ring bell clangs and Blake and Joaquin begin the contest for their respective teams. The two grapplers lock up in the middle of the ring, applying a traditional collar and elbow tie up. Testing each other’s mental fortitude as much as physical strength neither man wanting to give an inch as the glare they engage in intensifies matching their respective moods. Blake turns it into a top wristlock and then leg trips the Legionnaire to the floor. John`s joyless glare is evident as he mounts the opositon, he doesn`t want to mess around. The tag titles are the means to bring about his long desired vengeance against the loggers. Fist after fist collide with the Colombian`s skull as he faces the full brunt of Blake’s rage. The referee belatedly attempts to intervene but not before the Plymouth native manages to land a few more blows. The referee steps away from Joaquin, deeming him fit to continue. Anxious to give as good as he got, he charges at a full head of steam and cannons his forearm into the chiselled chest of his foe sending him back a few steps. Refusing to let the advantage slip from his grasp the aerialist throws himself against the ropes so that he may use the added velocity to accomplish that which his forearm could not. The resulting clothesline knocks Blake off his feet, the sight drawing a frenzied roar from the Legion`s faithful.
Both teams getting nasty here at the outset. This is what the pursuit of the top spot will do. we`ve heard the Legion talk about honour, we`ve listened to the Privateer`s quest, so these four guys aren`t going to hold anything back.
That`s true, but I think they`re both getting out of their comfort zones. We know they can brawl, but it isn`t their style. The Legion have to slow it down, with Oleg doing the damage and Joaquin there to capitalize with some precision strikes. Meanwhile, Davidson & Blake have to keep it quick, they gotta stick and move and use their speed.
Well Al, like I said, the gold is waiting for one of these teams, it could be butterflies.
Well they`re pros, so they oughta be able to settle down. And what`s this 'the gold is waiting talk'? They gotta get through Millson & Simpson first, and no one, not even the Logging Crew for all of their boasting, has managed to do that yet.
Joaquin makes a quick tag and Oleg comes over the ropes, intent on punishing the upstart sailors. He drives the heel of his boot repeatedly into the sternum of Englishman, clearly looking to inflict serious damage. Each blow draws mixed reaction from the sold out crowd as they seem divided between supporting both teams. On command of his officer, the big Russian`s eyes darken, as he mounts Blake and drills his fist repeatedly into the wrecked voyager. Once again the referee finds occasion to intervene in the match up earning himself the audience’s wrath. The arena erupts with raucous screams as every single being disapproves of the officials actions. Oleg however, raises his hands in acquiesence, acknoledging the fault was his and assuring the man in stripes that he will abide by the rules from here on. As he resumes his attack, Blake summons up a half-hearted kick to the solar plexus; not enough to spare him however. Oleg continues his advances, throws a few kicks to quiet John`s objections, and then picks him up off the mat, only to slam him down once again in a stunning show of strength. Oleg hits the ropes ad makes an uncharacteristic show of dropping an elbow, clearly mesmerized by the crowd`s reaction and eager to please. Sadly for him, his showmanship does allow Blake to roll clear. With a burst of energy, he rushes to his corner and makes the tag, before collapsing.
Stupid move by the Russian there. Hot-dogging for the fans won't win you any matches.
I can't argue that.
Damn right you can't. You know, if I didn't know better, I might say you're starting to smarten up Colin. I must be rubbing off on you.
The crowd erupt as Bill Davidson steps through the ropes. Oleg, somewhat embarased and subject to the cruel reproaces of his commanding officer, moves towards Bill with renewed vigour. Davidson drops to his knees, narrowly avoiding a wild clothesline attempt. Whilst he is at a disadvantage when facing the mammoth Russian, his agility and speed serve him well, as he transitions into a position behind Oleg. A standing dropkick directly into the spine of the monstrous mercenary garners a cheer and sends Oleg reeling. The Scotsman quickly leaps into the air wrapping his hands around the neck of the Russian, ramming his knees into the recently bruised back, and crashing to the canvas. Oleg unleashes a giant groan fully conveying the pain surging throughout his body at the present moment. Davidson too is wounded by the weight that has crashed onto him. His fresh partner representing a lifeline to victory, and with the cries of Mercier ringing in his ears, the battle-hardened Oleg ignores his pain and pulls himself to his corner to make the tag.
Joaquin begins to quiver, Joaquin began to jiggle; he’s fired up at the sight of the injured Davidson. Bill struggles to his feet, and grabs Jaoquin, about to whip him into the far corner. The Legionnaire reverses and the Scot hits the buckle so hard he flips over the ropes, landing on the apron. Joaquin seizes the opportunity and dropkicks him to the floor. When Davidson gets back into the ring, Joaquin leapfrogs over the charging sailor to safety, leaving him to stop short in the corner. Bill 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 his opponent sits up. Joaquin then kneels on his foe's back with both knees, hooking the Scotman's head with one arm and his legs with the other. He then rolls back so that Bill 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 bow and arrow here by Legionnaire Joaquin.
He better be careful, you can easily pin yourself with that move.
Joaquin is aware and releases the hold shortly. He claps his legs on either side of Davidson’s head and rolls into a hurricanrana. Bill hurriedly gets to his feet, makes a clumsy attempt to grab the Colombian, but Joaquin tries a DDT instead. Bill pushes him away, but he comes back with a spinning heel kick. Davidson is down and Joaquin sets in with a cross arm bar. He checks the corner, and his partner cheers in the hopes that Bill will quit. Yet, Davidson fights though and manages to get his feet under him. The referee separates them, while Commandant Mercier still barks orders from the Legion corner.