The Champ Returns... and he needs to refresh

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"When the lights go out the game is on,
Are you ready for me?
'Cause I'm ready for you!
When the bell rings out this fight is on,
Are you ready for me?
'Cause I'm ready for you!"

The overwhelmingly familiar entrance theme hits the P.A system as the arena suddenly converts into a sudden, annoyed hush. A well known figure, scrawny for his height steps out His silhouette is ignored with the main focus directed to a light object, twinkling near his lower abdomen. The man takes a step with a jet black boot, nearing closer to the light. His face now visible, Trémo La'Crow walks in with a grin carved artistically into his face. The hush by the crowd suddenly turn into an anthem of jeers as the heavy, distorted guitar riff sounds. A well timed blast of pyro erupts from the entrance stage as The heart N' Soul executes his trademark taunt. The screen suddenly fades into another scene, La'Crow already in the ring with a mic. The abrupt conversion is suddenly clear, GHW has shortened the ramp time to fit in with the TNT time slot.

.:La'Crow:.
Hey shut up! Okay all, I know what your wondering... I guess. Wha dien't Traymoe Lu'Crowe showe up fer World Werz? I'll answer your question all you slack jawed, yokels, I didn't go to W.W 'cause of some relaxation time. I mean, that little *SUDDEN BEEP CENSOR BY FCC* AJ Johnson sticky taped me to a table and jumped into me from the top of a damn ladder. What, was I to defend my title with Johnny Abs right after that? Would you? Now I'm here to talk out but now I'll be showing ring rust. So I'm issuing an unsanctioned fight with me right here right now in this ring to any superstar in the back. No not a brawl but an unsanctioned fight we're you show off your WRESTLING skill.

An eardeafening blast of pyro shakes the arena as a certain theme music starts to play.

*TBCB anyone, I need to practice and learn back up on my RPing. Sorry its short Im not gonna even TRY to stylise this.*

*****EDIT #1 200th Post!!!*****

[TPK]

Otherworld by Nobuo Uematsu blasts over the PA and Tremo raises an eyebrow as he looks at the ramp being all too familiar with the music that is being played.

Malibu: Collin Fitzpatrick? But he and Tremo are like...on the same team.

Weasel: Well yeah, but come on the man asked for an unsanctioned fight, and who better for one of those right? I like to think Collin sits in the back waiting for chances like this.

The music plays on when from behind the curtain steps Collin Fitzpatrick, he is wearing only a pair of green trunks and a pair of black boots as he slowly walks down the ramp smiling and looking to the sides of the ramp. Collin finally makes it to the bottom of the ramp and smirks as he grabs a mic and slides into the ring, he gets to his feet and waits for the booing to subside before bringing the mic in his hand slowly to his lips.

Collin: Ask, and you shall receive! I know, I know...we are on the SAME side, but after our last encounter I have been wanting to get back in this ring with you. See you beat me that night, which hey ok fine. Tonight however...well tonight may be a little bit different, but enough about that. Are we going to jack our jaws all night or are we going to wrestle!?

With this Collin tosses the mic over his shoulder where it lands on the outside of the ring, he then crouches in a Fighty fighty persons stance and waits for Tremo to follow suite.

Weasel: Well...I guess this is really going to happen, and I can not wait! The last match these two had was simply amazing, this should be no different.

Malibu: Can't say I care for either of these two guys. But that aside I agree, this should be nice.

TBC

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TIME: 7:52PM

DATE: 28.4.09

AREA: TUESDAY NIGHT TRIUMPH ARENA/RING

TRÉMO LA'CROW CONTRACT
COLLIN FITZPATRICK CONTRACT
GHW NPCS

The two men circle each other down, ready for the other to take the advantage of the current tension. Finally breaking the intrigue, Collin Fitzpatrick delivers a mighty closed fist into his adversary's forehead, causing him to stumble downwards towards the mat. La'Crow quickly stands upright from the embarrassingly light attack and takes his foe into an aggressively high grapple hold. The two lock their hands, weaving between each other eventually leading up to their collars. The immense apprehension comes to an abrupt halt as Fitzpatrick delivers a rapid barrage of high knee strikes, demolishing whatever is left of La'Crow's sensitive ribcage. The Heart N' Soul Of Tomorrow gets into a bent position as his rival, The Irish Storm rebounds off the ring ropes, carnage narrowly following.

Fitzpatrick takes Trémo by his waist and lifts him skywards. As the two men crash to the earth, Collin swiftly drops to his knees, sending La'Crow's crotch into a frenzy of pain. The reverse atomic drop rattles The Heart N' Soul's scrawny structure as The Irish Storm forces his Team Member into yet another grapple. With the toil suddenly comes to a bitter end, this time bobbing up the water first La'Crow gives an intimidating knee strike into Fitzpatrick's lower gut. Trémo then contacts his rare technical attribute and turns around with his arm slightly bent backwards for the three quarter facelock. La'Crow uses the force of his other arm to flip his enemy over his shoulder, prompting the Irishman to land on his bottom from the Snapmare.

Subsequently, La'Crow sings his right leg forward, drilling a sharp toe of boot into Collin's spinal column. The brain boggling blow causes Fitzpatrick to lifts both hands in a slightly clenched position towards his chest, showing the pain felt from the highly effective maneuver. In a manner of which only a man who truly thinks he's in the driver's seat would show, Trémo executes his signature sneer, unaware that his adversary is already half way to his feet. The two men, now slowly recovering begin to shift the gear stick, with the next grapple hasted in through the confidence of The Heart N' Soul. With the two men breaking free equally, they automatically brawl back in, showing their awareness and how much they've already repossessed their health.

Now Malibu, if you still don't understand, an unsanctioned fight is simply a ruthless brawl only with more technical wrestling just like how The Weasel likes it. Now this is the point in which the two competitors would start getting outside now. This isn't a senseless brawl as these two men are used to, it's a wrestling GAME.

If it's not so senseless, what's the point of the whole freggin' fighting. The whole damn system is out of order now that all this B.S about Team Hawkeye and Team Trickshot has gone on. In fact, these two men in the ring right now are on the same Team!

Now Mally... I'll get back to you on that one okay? Just... don't fuss or talk about it aga- Oh wait, actually the point of the match is that La'Crow needs to shake off his ring rust. And who else to come to then the very same man he stole the television title off of at Dawn Of Destruction: The Irish Storm Collin Fitzpatrick.

The grapple lashes out with Fitzpatrick gaining victor, hooking the upper jaw on Maximum with his fist. Now taking hold of and control to the rapidly moving "Gear Stick". With a strict sole of the boot, he pushes the air out of The Heart N' Soul's gut, forcing La'Crow into a bent position. He applies the technically mastered facelock and seizes Trémo's arm. He hurls it over his shoulder and lifts the scrawny figure by his tights. He holds his position vertically, slightly vibrating all the while keeping the dramatic theatrics up as he fall from the stall. He drops the vastly bony figure to the mat with a loud thud, rendering the crowd to emit their humiliating "Ooh's and Ahh's".

La'Crow finds a way to produce a rare Second Wind, slapping the mat and making his way to his feet. Fitzpatrick calmly awaits, almost stalking down the locker room named "Man Whore" and simply watches as La'Crow cockily stands to his feet. Collin proceeds to grab his opponent by the back of his head, slightly tugging on his thick, blond hair. He pushes forwards and hurls La'Crow towards the top rope, closest the entrance stage. Trémo's chest connects with top rope, helping The Irish Storm to finally lifts his opponent over the top rope ringside. The brawl now literally spilling outside, Fitzpatrick slides under the bottom rope to continue with his brutal assault.

Collin meets with Trémo just as left, the two men stand hazardously close. Fitzpatrick starts with the first move outside, connecting with a solid right cup into Trémo's forehead. He delivers another flesh slitting fist, this time into The Heart N' Soul's chest. He follows by lifting Trémo, carrying him upwards by his crotch and shoulder area for leverage. He then turns him vertically yet suddenly lays him horizontally on a bone crushing joint. The Irish Storm drops to his knees and annihilates anything left of the midsection of Trémo La'Crow's spine, conveying the pure power of the backbreaker. Trémo arches his back, on the soft padding of the outside. He yells in agony as he is picked up by his hair, forced to withstand his torture even longer. An unwelcoming fist suddenly flies into his nose, sending him stumbling into the crowd barricade.

Uh oh, looks like Fitzpatrick is going for something big! Look at him lifts Trémo up into the air, could he be planning to slam him into the crowd area?

Well, The Irish Storm knows his environment, he'll use any part of the arena, be it the barricades, the apron even in the crowd's seats!

Legend
Beige - Statistics
Gray - Match
White - Hank
Pink - Malibu
Links - Resources Used

TBCB: Fitzpatrick OR Any other member of Team Hawkeye

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[TPK]

The front row of fans move quickly away from the two men in case the fight spills into the crowd, however Tremo manages to land the side of his elbow into Collin's eye making him drop him and stumble away, With this Tremo hoists himself up onto the railing and crouches until Collin turns back to face him at which point he powers off of his legs and shoots at Collin landing his forearm into the larger man's chest taking him to the floor.

Weasel: Flying clothesline off of the solid steel guardrail and that one was definitely felt by Collin Fitzpatrick.

Malibu: Like totally Weasel, Collin felt it for sure, but I have to say La'Crow probably did as well. He's been getting his midsection worked over pretty good and he landed on pretty solid ground which I doubt helped matters any.

Tremo sits up on all fours for a second and takes a few quick breaths before pushing himself up to a stand, he sees Collin sitting up and quickly snaps his leg forward which thrusts his foot into Collin's chest taking him straight back down. Tremo circles around to the top of his opponent's head where he then lands a couple of well placed stomps before heading into the ring, Tremo doesn't have to wait long though before Collin is to his feet, he sees this and rushes the ring ropes, he starts to drop for a baseball slide but stops when he sees Collin whip around using the ring post to aid him, he then backs away and allows Collin to re-enter the ring. Both men pace back and forth for a moment all the while gazing at each other, they size one another up and look for any signs of slowing down. The theatrics end abruptly however when the two men crash heavily into one another and try to force each other around the ring, Collin starts looking like he is going to overpower La'Crow when suddenly La'Crow spins around and locks his legs around Collin's feet making him fall face first into the canvas which gets a slight chuckle from the fans. Tremo shifts his body around and tucks Collin's neck under his arm, he then plants one of his feet on the mat while keeping his other knee down, he slightly wrenches back and tries to put pressure on Collin's neck.

Weasel: Thats a solid idea, but can he keep it up? I mean Collin "does" outweigh him by a good bit, doesn't seem however, to be helping him thus far.

Malibu: He doesn't look at all concerned about the weight thing, it's totally not bothering him. Besides he knows he CAN beat Collin...the Television Title is proof of that.

Collin starts trying to rise up but his progress is slowly being stifled by Tremo, Collin eventually makes it to his feet and as soon as he is up he wraps his arms around Tremo, he then spins and tosses THSNOT over his head where he lands on his back just shy of the ring ropes, both men now lay on their backs as they peer up into the lights, their chests heaving up in down rapidly in an attempt to take in oxygen.

TBC