Sam Blade vs Jackson Corbin

[jackson]

The previously glowing radiance known to be as the arena lights suddenly droop into a dark screech of black. Feeling the atmosphere, the crowd begin to gradually build amongst with murmurs, cheers and conversations. Without any suggestion, a voice with a highly strong American accent cries over the P.A system in a loud, persuasive voice.

"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 the fight is on.
Are you ready for me?
'Cause I'm ready for you!"

Now quite known and acquainted with the fans, the red silky entrance curtain is pushed aside. Bursting through, Jackson Corbin lunges straight towards the entrance stage. He stands still in his set path and begins to pace down. For the first time seen with the man, the titantron comes to life with Corbin, in what seems like a studio executing his taunt with the camera uncontrollably swaying in opposite directions. The room is dark but behind Jackson, numerous flashlights brighten the view. As per "Full On" begins to approach his set arrival at the ring steps, a young boy holds his hand out, wanting to make some sort of contact with the newcomer. Corbin becomes influenced and paces towards the young, blond haired child. Jackson elevates his hand as the child bends his knees, preparing to jump. He launches up and swiftly slaps "Full On's" palm, engaging in a welcoming high five. Corbin continues on and finally reaches his expected destination. The technician proceeds up the steel steps, gaining more speed with each stride. He closes in on the ring apron and strides across.

.:Belle Blair:.
Ladies and gentlemen, this match is set for one fall. Introducing first hailing from Toronto Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 205Lbs, "Full On" Jackson Corbin!

.:Johnny Reifenheiser:.
Well, now we have some Canadian guy who searched for a job on Google, came in here and start yapping off his face and then get sassed by a real superstar. He's the odd one out, this guy can't even put up with some good trash talk.

.:Dace Scoggins:.
Johnny there was that saying which my father always repeated towards me; "actions speaks louder than words".

.:Johnny Reifenheiser:.
No offense but your fathers a Cooke!

"Say what you want to say about me
Throw up what you want to throw up at me
But when you mess with those that are around me
That's when you and I will have a problem

I'm not afraid of loving my enemies
Turning the other cheek
Blessing those that would curse me
I honestly want peace with you
But when you come against my country
When you come against my family
You try to destroy my people
I can't just stand by
There's no way that I can stand by
This time, I will not stand by
I am coming, and if I come, then pain is coming with me
I'm coming, and pain will be with me"

Belle holds the microphone behind her back always as Corbin wanders off towards the North Eastern turnbuckle pole. He ascends upwards, hearing the intense roar of the crowd. The loud music urges him to finally make his way to the second turnbuckle belt. He executes his trademark taunt, raising his right arm steadily with the corna position engraved into his hand. He takes seize of the top ring ropes and jumps off. He wobbles around mid ring and awaits his opponent later tonight, Sam Blade.

[thepurest]

The jam packed arena cheer wildly as the lights shut off and Never Enough by Eminem begins to play when four spotlights begin to turn around the arena lighting the fans as they go, eventually they all rest on the stage at different spots before slowly coming together and settling over the curtain where they overlap to form one single round circle. Sam Blade bursts through the curtain to the stage to a mixed reaction from the crowd who are still unaware of his personality or ring ability. raising his right arm the crowd pop a little but settle back down as he proceeds towards the end of the stage.

-:Dave:-
One of our new superstars that was brought here from the draft, barely got a debut off at EVPW before getting sent here.

-:Johnny:-
Yes, His career really started a few weeks ago here on Decimation...Good start I must say.

"There's not much you could do or say to phase me
People think I'm a little bit crazy
I get it from all angles, even occasionally Doc Dre-zie'll
Have to step in every once in a while to save me
To make me stop and think about it 'fore I just say things"

Making his way forward down the ramp the beam follows him, every other light in the arena off so the only thing visible is the three feet either side of the wrestler as he heads towards the ring wearing dark blue and white wrestling tights, white knee/elbow pads and ring boots. He stops infront of the ring and stretches slightly before walking around the ring to within touching distance of the fans where some of them try to pat him on the back and talk to him but he pulls away and makes some distance between himself and the crowd as he gets round to the announce table where he hands a note to the announcer and mouthing something to her which is drowned out by the music. Samuel quickly turns from the announcers and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope, just as quickly he pushes himself to his feet and bounces a little as he once again raises his arms to the fans.

"No matter how many battles I been in and won
No matter how many magazines on my nuts
No matter how many MC's I end up
Ooh ooh, it's never enough"

-:Johnny:-
I think after last weeks ramshackle display Sam is gonna have to prove himself to James and Boutcher!

The lights follow him into the ring as he stands tall in the centre they begin to circle around him, the music plays on for a few seconds before shutting off. The lights move in different patterns while his information is announced.

-:Belle:-
Introducing...Weighing in at 240lbs and standing six foot three inches tall...Currently residing in an undisclosed location...Umm...Hmph, The future of LDWA...Samuel Octavia Blade!

The spotlights shut off as the other lights in the arena turn back on, Octavia removes his shirt and throws it to the fans as the referee frisks him for illegal weapons, meanwhile he stares intently into the eyes of his opponent.

TbC by Jackson

[jackson]

Ding, Ding
The two men pace simultaneously mid ring, to meet dangerously close to each other. They dig graves into each others eyes as they focus intently on the concentrated, traditional, pre-match staredown. The referee walks in on the two men, not daring to make a move. He signals for no dirty business and issues the match rules. The referee continues to blabber on as Blade, too severely impatient begins the matchup with a closed fist punch, connecting straight into Corbin's jaw. Jackson holds his sore cheek bone as a look of disgust begins to build over his face. The fans begin to jeer loudly at the arrogant figure, as he capitalizes on his momentary upper-hand and kicks his opponent square into his chest. Corbin elevates himself off the mat, correctly selling the move and landing on his back. "Full On" holds his chest in a show of extremely immense pain as the egotistic self proclaimed "S.O.B" continues with his onslaught. Blade drags his victim up by the shoulders, urging for Corbin to somehow scramble to his knees. Blade begins to confidentially enrage the audience, forcing Jackson to sway side to side as if dancing. The debuting athlete droops his head down as an embedded look of fallacious solace hits the arrogant Blade's face. The weary look gradually builds into a quick smirk as he continues to sabotage his opponents debut. Corbin, urging to continue by the fans cheers, swiftly gives a backwards elbow thrust, digging his prominent joint into Blade's rib. Sam teeter's back from the unseen blow, confused from his opponent's sudden awareness. The so called "Full On" superstar turns his challenge upside down, charging towards the ropes opposite both the men. He instinctively turns his back, to rebound of the springy, yet still solid cables. The momentum giving him an urging launch, Jackson swiftly turns to his side, facing towards the inanimate announcer's desk. He thrusts his leg outwards, prompting himself to land into his 240Lbs opponent. In a brief display of mindfulness, Blade skillfully bends forwards, sending Corbin thigh first into the mat. He rolls and gently lays his arm on the bottom rope, stunned at his opponent's amazing reversal. Blade paces towards the downed young man and lifts his right knee to his chest, only to send it lunging forward, drilling perfectly into Corbin's chest and upper torso area. He drags his opponent by the feet mid ring.

.:Johnny Reifenheiser:.
Whoop, there we go! These two are really roughing it up. Can this debuting young Jackson Corbin handle the globally phenomenal, S.O.B superstar known to the LDWA universe as Sam Blade?

.:Dave Scoggins:.
What are you talking about "globally phenomenal"? If this man has any respect he's definitively not leaving it in the ring. I mean, who picks up his opponent by the shoulders and dances him around like that, that's what parents do to their young babies!

.:Johnny Reifenheiser:.
When did I say anything about respect?

Blade, currently in control elevates himself around close to two meters above canvas height. As he drops down to meet physically with Corbin, he bends his knee, drilling it into Jackson's forehead. The young athlete simply rolls of the young man, declining the temptation to cause any stern injury. Although the man swiftly rolls away, "Full On" lifts his feet and hops his back off the ground, having the back of his head implant into the canvas. He lays his hands over his forehead to check for any sign of blood loss. Relieved and pleased with his examination, Jackson finds the small strength in his body to somehow lurch up to his feet. The two men stand close enough for another beating. Corbin acts on the brief moment and uses the opportunity to take Blade by the head and inserts him into the side head lock. Without the pressure, the S.O.B begins to struggle in the forceful hold of his opponent, desperately scratching and striking him with brute force into his hind rib cage. Jackson decides to end the ordeal and falls freely to his side, vaulting Blade onto his back. With Corbin's arm still loosely around Sam's neck he hops over the 6 foot structure and lays back first to the canvas, executing the sheer pressure of the chinlock. The referee dramatically slides to his knees, asking Blade if he wants to quit. Sam shows no response and begins to give rapidly pin like shots into Corbin's chest. Jackson releases the hold, too dazed to continue applying pressure. The two men stand facing each other and paving a road for another power move, tie their hand into each others fingers and force themselves into the hostile grapple. They aggressively stomp over the ring. Blade with a brief momentum of control, shoves the top North-Eastern turnbuckle into Corbin's back. The referee quickly begins to count. By three, he stops and tells Blade the consequence where he has the priority to disqualify the S.O.B. Sam, with a look of disgust on his face breaks free off the immense struggle, slightly pushing Corbin in a highly vulgar behavior. A brief moment of silence wilts over the three men in ring, with Corbin making impact as he takes his right hand and slaps his opponent square in the cheek. The fans light up as Blade suddenly crosses his brow. Now extremely infuriated, Sam digs his shoulder blade into Corbin's gut and begins to give hay-makers into his back. With Blade on his chest, Corbin is pummeled with a fury of rapid strikes and hits to his face. The referee, honestly committed to his job, separates the two men using his forearms to break the hold apart.

.:Johnny Reifenheiser:.
What did you say about respect? Because I just saw one colossal display of disrespect when Jackson slapped Blade in the face. That's practically spitting into his eye.

.:Dave Scoggins:.
Oh come on Johnny, he was being forced into that turnbuckle post, it was just evening the tides out.

.:Johnny Reifenheiser:.
Let's say this, I'll stick you against the turnbuckle and we'll see what you do huh?

.:Dave Scoggins:.
Whatever John, you know what? I've just about have enough of this tom foolery with you.

.:Johnny Reifenheiser:.
Oh yeah, does it look like I give a *BEEP*.

The announcers begin to trade slurs with each other as per the two men continue to pounce at each other in the ring. Promptly, Blade charges Corbin with full force. He extends his arm, his elbow slightly bent. As he reaches his opponent, he bends his joint even more, catching Jackson in the throat. Corbin, using the force and momentum delivered from the clothesline, flips backwards in the air, all at the same time keeping forward momentum, comparable to a small shooting star press. Unlike the devastating aerial maneuver, Corbin lands excruciatingly peculiarly on his neck, causing it to hyper extend. He lies lifelessly on the mat as Blade looks back over his shoulder, softly muttering to himself with a look of gradually delectable satisfaction. He paces towards his opponent and opens his mouth. He shouts with joy as he falls to the mat and hooks his opponent's leg up to his chest.

[thepurest]

-:Referee:-
1...
2...

Jackson kicks his legs up and pops his hips in the same motion, rolling his right shoulder enough to confidently break the pinfall and stop the referees count. Sam sits up on his knees with his hands resting on his waist he is somewhat frustrated at the resistance of his opponent, realising the risk he is running of letting his opponent rest up so hops to his feet and stomps the ribs of Corbin three times before heading to the closest corner of the ring and ascending the turnbuckle, one rung at a time. Getting to the top padded metal buckle he balances himself before turning 180 degrees to be now facing inwards in the ring to the now standing Jackson whom has got his bearings and takes the jump on Blade, still unsteady, by leaping forward while kick both his feet out infront of them. Planting the soles of both his boots into the shins of the white supremacist causing the taller mans legs to fly out from under him. SOB falls almost three feet onto his side across the top turnbuckle and both adjoining ropes, bouncing slightly from which down to the apron where his head connects with the wooden ring before he quickly drops to the unpadded concrete floor. The fans explode in chants of both Jackson Corbin fans and from those who are Anti-Sam, both unite in a sea of hate aimed at the still grounded Samuel that revealed earlier in the afternoon his racially fuelled hate for anyone that wasn't white, but especially blacks and indeed John Castle. The ref intervenes as Jackson Corbin attempts to climb out the ring but stops when the striped official stops him, trying once again to leave the ring and get at Samuel the official steps in once again stopping Jacko from getting out the ring. Seemingly resigning himself to the ref's wishes he walks back to the centre of the ring and gestures at the striped employee to begin counting out the still unresponsive wrestler, therefore the ageing man leans out of the ring and raises his right hand about to count the one but while his back is turned Corbin runs to one of the other sides of the ring where he immediately drops to the mat and rolls under the bottom rope out to the arena floor. Landing on his feet the loud noise he made alerts the official to his antics but seemingly giving up, instead of trying to get between the two men again, the ring-out count starts again and this time is for both men. Octavia has began to move by this point but seemingly not fast enough for the liking of Jack who wraps his left arm around the neck of SOB, leverage which he uses to pulls his opponent to his feet before resting the racist wrestler against the apron of the ring as the count has reached 3, the climbing number doesnt deter either man but does spur Jackson on to hurry through his move of linking both his hands with Sams right and pulling back, sending the young upstart running towards the guard rail, only managing to turn at the last minute to hit the metal barricade with his side instead of his stomach. The less hurt man turns and rolls himself into the ring as the count has reached five.

-:Johnny:-
I think the revelations from Sam today has bitter this match, I dont know how much I'll be able to enjoy his future matches.

-:Dave:-
Yeah, I dont think many fans will take kindly to his comments...I don't know how much he'll car either.

-:Johnny:-
Lets just try and enjoy Jacksons performance here. Sam is talented but his comments don't have a place in todays civilised society.

Trying to get his breath back SOB leans against the metal railing for a few seconds until a number of black fans come down from three rows back to the front and begin to hurl abuse at Samuel, he takes a second to realise whos shouting at him because hes still a little dazed. One of the three black men throws a right hand which catches SOB in the mouth spurring him off the railing in an attempt to get into the safety of the ring but as soon as he steps out the tallest of the three grabs him by the neck and pulls him back to the barricade before pinning Octavia down across it, allowing the other two men to begin a vicious assault on the LDWA star--throwing a barrage of right and left hooks into his face and head--until a team of security personal run to the scene and break up the altercation, pulling Blade free and forming a human shield between the crowd and the hurt wrestler until a second team of security wade through the sea of humanity to the attackers and drag them out through the crowd towards the exit. The referee was in almost shock at the situation so hadnt continued his count so starts from five. He only gets up til seven before SOB rolls himself under the bottom rope and into the ring with Jacko. Corbin wastes little time in jumping on his opponent by wrapping both arms around the neck of Samuel and pulling the racist to a standing position before pulling the youngster across to the centre of the ring where he suddenly lowers his head and pulls on the back of SOB's legs to take them out from underneath him allowing the wrestler to fall hard onto the mat back first, Jackson keeps a hold of his legs so they are now in the air and slightly ajar leaving enough space for Jacko to jump through and turn sideways mid-flight til he comes down to the mat where the throat of Sam would have been had he not tucked his head in at the last minute leaving Jacko to crash and burn on the ring floor, holding the back of his legs in anguish.

-:Johnny:-
Not doing a good job of ending Jacksons career here is he?

-:Dave:-
Aha, never gonna happen. Jacksons just too damn good!

SOB gets to his feet as Jacko pushes himself to his hands and knees, before his opponent can get any further Sam kicks his right boot up into Corbins stomach, the impact of which lifts him from the mat before he lands on his side with pain etched across his face. This brings a glimmer of joy to the otherwise stonewall face of the new start wrestler who then swings his right boot into his opponents stomach time and time again until the referee steps in and pulls the younger man back to the ropes where he holds him to keep the divide between the two wrestlers. Sam convinces the referee he has calmed down so the ref releases his grip and steps to the side allowing Blade to stride across the ring to the fallen Jackson, wrapping his arm around his opponents neck, he attempts to pull him to his feet but Jacko manages to shake himself free from Sam's grasp before throwing his left hand up into his windpipe which causes Octavia to stagger back to the ropes holding his throat, gasping for air. This transitional spot gives Jackson time to get to his feet and compose himself before Samuel turns back to him and throws his right hand towards Corbin who blocks the contact before jumping into the air and kicking both his legs out infront of him again in the same fashion as before but this time connecting them with the chest of the slightly smaller man who stumbles back, only managing to keep himself on his feet with the aid of the ropes. Just as quick as he hit the mat Jacko is on his feet and running off the ropes opposite from Samuel, using them to help him pick up speed rebound back towards Blade with right arm out at his side which he sends crashing into his opponents throat, the impact of which sends Sam over the top rope and down to the apron where he bounces off to the mat. Jackson composes himself and taunts for the fans while SOB lies face down outside the ring.

-:Dave:-
Another power shift...This has been a good show so far.

TBC or EOM