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Post by TPK on Mar 26, 2009 0:18:25 GMT -5
Otherworld by Nobuo Uematsu hits as the six men head towards the back, moments latter Collin Fitzpatrick comes out in his blue trunks, he walks down the ramp leering at the mob types as he passes getting a boo from the fans.
Linda: And the opponent, from Killkenny, Ireland. Standing six feet two inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and forty-eight pounds Collin "Irish Storm" Fitzpatrick!
Collin shoves the last mafia type off to the side as he passes him before turning and taunting him, the man looks up into the ring at Luciano who shakes his head prompting him to just ignore Collin and head back up the ramp and to the back with the rest of the group. Collin walks the rest of the way down the ramp and slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, he walks directly over to Luciano and stands in front of him staring into his eyes, the two men share a brief exchange and then the ring bell sounds signaling the start of the action.
Weasel: Ok here we go, this should be...interesting. These two already seem to be in foul moods, I think somebodies night is going to end pretty badly.
Malibu: Yeah, mine. I'm totally never getting this trash smell out of my clothes. Eww i'm going to have to take like ten showers.
TBC
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Post by TPK on Apr 1, 2009 23:15:07 GMT -5
Weasel: The big man with a crisp looking ankle lock synced in. Pretty bold strategy which could pay off well here, because gas you know if Collin has trouble climbing he isn't going to be able to bring down that paintball gun.
Malibu: He doesn't even have to bring that paintball gun down to use it you know. Come on he could simply let Luciano bring it down and take it away.
Weasel: Yeah, well imagine you are being shot at how easy is it to get past a hail of bullets and take your aggressor's gun away? I'll tell you...not easy.
Luciano keeps Collin's ankle held tightly and gets down to a kneel so he can wrench back even further, as this happens Collin reaches frantically for the ring ropes but with no luck. Collin somehow manages to get his free foot planted and stands forcing Luciano to his feet, Collin now leaps forward and rolls tossing Luciano over him and making him fly through the middle and bottom rope to the outside of the ring. Collin, who is now sitting up, gingerly rubs his ankle making sure nothing was seriously injured before getting to a stand and slowly walking towards the ropes Luciano went flying through just a few short seconds ago. Much to Collin's surprise as soon as he nears the ropes Luciano pops to a stand and leaps up placing both hands behind Collin's head and falls to his back which causes Collin's throat to be forced down across the top rope.
Weasel: Wow, don't you just LOVE it when that happens? I mean you see this guy go through the ropes and you are thinking, he has GOT to be out for a bit, but then BAM just like that he's back up and right in your face.
Malibu: I disagree, if Luciano knew how to wrestle he wouldn't have to resort to cheap tricks like that. I'm not saying Collin is any better but still come on.
Luciano grabs Collin by his ankles and begins to pull him out of the ring, just as he is almost out of the ring however Collin latches on to the bottom rope, this turns out to be a huge mistake though as Luciano walks an inch or two forward before jerking quickly back causing Collin to lose his grip and land on the dusty ground below with a solid thud. Luciano scoffs at his downed opponent before turning to his side and warning the first row to move back which they hurriedly do. Luciano now turns back to Collin and brings him to his feet before putting one hand on his throat and the other on his groin, he pulls his opponent up over his head and walks toward the barrier, he smiles and pumps Collin over his head a few times for good measure before he launches him into the crowd. Collin sails through the air and topples a few stray fans over as he lands on top of them, Luciano effortlessly climbs over the barrier and picks Collin up before grabbing him by the back of his trunks and hurling him towards a giant pile of junk, Collin lands face first in the filth and the audience slightly chuckles at this sight.
Weasel: I've heard of "Garbage Wrestling" before but this is ridiculous. Luciano literally tossing his opponent onto the trash heap, I can smell it from here so I know these guys are going to need a few showers for sure after that.
Malibu: Oh my god that's nasty! Wait...whats Luciano doing now...oh no no this can't be good. OUCH DDT right into a pizza that looks like it's been there for a good while, Collin's face is red from all that sauce, his eyes must be burning like hell right now!
TBC
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