Post by Blake Valediction on Jun 24, 2009 9:18:27 GMT -7
Both men lean into their respected corners and await the championship match to being. The referee signals for the bell, tolling loudly the fans cheer as the reigning champion The Irish Storm plans to retain his coveted King of The Death Match title against The Revelation. Both men circle the ring taking peeks back at the hanging light tubes hanging from the top rope. Inching closer and closer the two men finally lock up and test their strength against one another. The stalemate doesn't last long due to a knee directed towards Collin's abdomen. Blake quickly takes advantage of his bent opponent and wraps his forearm around Fitzpatrick's head and locking hands, executing a typical headlock. Applying more and more pressure, Blake tries to cut off the oxygen flow from Collin. Fans start to clap slowly gaining speed rallying the defending champion, Collin elbows the stomach of Blake to release him from the hold. Fitzpatrick races the ropes, rebounding he is not but two feet away from Valediction until he drops his shoulder and rams it into the stomach of his adversary, hitting a beautiful spear. Whilst his opponent is downed on the ground The King of The Death Match walks over to the ropes where he finds one of the most famous death match weapons, the light tube. He yanks the long tube off from the top rope and stalks his opponent waiting for him to stand to his feet.
Collin "The Fuzz" Jennings: This isn't looking good for Blake, those light tubes are known for being one of the most deadliest weapons known to death match wrestling.
"Big" Al Mulligan: Hopefully, The Revelation finds a way to get out of this quarry and regain control of the match.
The True New Era stumbles to his feet, the creeping Collin gains a wide grin on his face as he gets ready to swing the light tube across the head of Blake. Making it to his feet Blake faces the attacking Irish Storm, the light tube swings violently at the face of Blake. Ducking, Blake throws out his leg hitting his opponents mid section making him drop the light tube. Seizing the opportunity Blake takes the bent Collin Fitzpatrick's head, and locks him into a standing facelock, falling on his back Blake hits a deadly DDT planting Collin's face onto the mat. Blake rolls over his adversary, hooks his legs and waits for the ref to start the three count. The ref slides to mat and slaps the canvas. "ONE...TWO.." Collin rolls a shoulder ending the count. Blake doesn't attempt to argue with the ref, instead he stands to his feet and stomps a mudhole directly in the middle of the chest of Collin. The ref wishes for Blake to stop but can't do anything about it due to the fact there is no disqualification in a 200 light tube match. Finally stopping Blake grabs the head of Collin dragging him to his feet, Collin quickly pushes Blake off him. Turning to a forty five degree angle Irish Storm quickly shoots his foot into the jaw of The Renegade, forcing Blake to the canvas by getting hit with that astonishing thrust kick.
Collin "The Fuzz" Jennings: What a thrust kick! Blake could possibly be down for the count even though it is hella early in this match.
"Big" Al Mulligan: Nice maneuver by The King of The Death Match, let's hope either he capitalizes on this or goes for a pin.
Collin looks down at his wincing opponent and smirks, he ponders for a second or two for a gameplan until he looks to his left towards the ropes. A huge grin emerges on the face of The Irish Storm and he drags The Revelation to his feet by his hair. Taking his right arm Collin uses all his strength to irish whip Blake into the ropes. Blake doesn't rebound but instead he crashes into the light tubes, screaming in pain Collin drags The True New Era to the center of the ring where he attempts a pin by hooking Blake's legs. "ONE...TWO... THR-" Nearly two inches from the mat was the ref's hand was until Blake amazingly brought up his right shoulder. The Reigning Champion sits on knees catching his breath thinking of a game plan. He stands up and drags Blake to his feet, humiliating a man by slapping him in the face is one thing. But, slapping Blake Valediction in the face is another. The Irish Storm makes this mistake when he plays around by slapping Blake in the face. Growing enraged Blake suddenly decks Collin with a right fist. Collin stands right back up only to receive another of Blake's fists, Fitzpatrick stands to his feet again but this time Blake kicks his mid section, grabs him into a standing face lock, grabs his waistband and preforms a snap suplex. Laying in the center of the ring Blake grins, he quickly runs to the turnbuckle catching the top rope, he leaps onto it and plants himself firmly. Blake looks left to right before he jumps from the top of the turnbuckle and preforms a reversed moonsault in the air, landing on Collin's stomach, The Irish Storm arches forward whilst Blake rolls off his opponent.
"Big" Al Mulligan: SHOOTING STAR PRESS! SHOOTING STAR PRESS! SHOOTING STAR PRESS!
Fuzz:: Blake going for the kill early on it would seem, he got some major air on that shooting star press but will it be enough? Or will the "champion" be able to keep up with Valediction?
Blake hastily rolls to his side and brings himself to a stand, he takes a brier moment to survey his surroundings and grins sheepishly when he spots the lone light tube laying in the middle of the ring. Blake glances at Collin who is starting to get up and quickly walks over to the tube before stomping it causing a fine white powder to fly out into the air leaving a patch of broken glass in the ring.
Big Al: Not sure what in the hell that was about, but Blake Valediction just destroyed a perfectly good weapon.
Fuzz: Or did he? Seems to me he just made another weapon of sorts, that patch of glass could really be of some use to him if he can drop Collin on it, then again it could work against him as well.
Big Al: And exactly hos was he planning on dropping Collin on that? Collin is six two two forty-eight, Blake is all of five foot seven one eighty three.
Blake stands in front of the glass and waits for Collin to spot him, Collin sees Blake just standing there staring him down and rushes him looking to get something big in, at the last moment Blake drops to his knees and sweeps the back of Collin's legs with his right arm dropping him back first into the broken glass causing him to writhe in pain. A mix of cheers and boos filter through the crowd as neither man seems to be very well liked by the Pay-Per-View crowd, Blake gets to his feet and blocks out the fans, he takes a couple of steps away from from Collin and then proceeds to rush forward and leap into the air, he crosses his arms across his chest and lands back first on Collin's chest forcing his back further into the glass causing him to howl noisily. Blake effortlessly gets to his feet and gets a handful of Collin's hair sitting him up, he sizes Collin up as he backs away from him, he gets to his desired position and bursts towards Collin whipping his right leg at him as he nears, Collin however manages to fall to his side and avoid the contact before rolling toward the rope and using the middle rope to get to a kneel.
Fuzz: Valediction misses with the kick and this has given Fitzpatrick a little time to regain his composure, not something you really want to do against the champ.
Big Al: Collin is also by the ropes now, he has over a hundred weapons at his disposal, he has but to grab one and start swinging!
Blake isn't staggered for long, he makes his way quickly over to Collin not wanting the match to shift out of his favor, as soon as he nears Collin though Collin who had detached one of the light tubes rises to his feet and swings the glass light fixture at Blake's stomach getting him to jump back and narrowly avoid the shot. The camera is now at Collin's back showing blood running down it as well as tiny bits of glass embedded into it, Collin smiles at Blake and taunts him, Blake isn't falling for Collin's trickery however and just turns and walks to the opposite side of the ring grabbing a tube of his own. The two men now facing one another walk forward until they are almost face to face in the middle of the ring, they stare into one anothers eyes neither one daring to speak, after a few moments of this both men take a quick step back and at the same time nail one another in the face with the tube they are holding sending more powder and glass flying and flooring both bloody faced competitors.
Fuzz: OUCH! Both men obviously with the same idea on that exchange and now the question has got to be who can make the most of it? Blake is obviously the underdog her but I wouldn't go counting him out.
Big Al: That, my friend, is were we differ where as you make statements like that I....well I have a brain, of course you should count Blake out! Collin is the champion for a reason Fuzz.
The ref places his hands on the side of his head and mouths something along the lines of "Holly Shit" before quickly checking on both men, he then quickly backs away knowing at any moment one of them has to get up and doesn't want to be in the middle of them when that happens. Collin starts to sit up but doesn't quite make it before falling back into his original position, Blake is next to try and gets up to his feet, he is a little bit staggered, he takes a breath and rubs at the small cut on his forehead, he sees his own blood and this simple action seems to give him a second wind, he turns to Collin and begins to rain down stomp after stomp into his forehead worsening the cut that had already semi formed on his forehead. Blake satisfied with the amount of damage caused to Collin simply drops to his knees and lays across his chest prompting the ref to slide over and brush away a little glass before starting his count.