Fatal Four Way

[kelvinkage]

The crowd is enraptured after the latest bout produced by LDWA. Some fans are delighted after seeing their favorite superstar emerge victorious from the Hardcore Submission Match while others are quite struck with distasteful sorrow, as their beloved competitor was on the receiving end of a loss. The crowd's anticipation is suddenly cut with the proverbial knife as "Falling Apart" by Zebrahead hits the cheap P.A. systema and quickly begins blaring loudly around the arena. As Belle Blair quickly shuffles her cue-cards around, trying to prepare herself for her announcer role, the curtains are pushed aside, allowing Magnus Guner, the self proclaimed "Rock Messiah" to reveal himself before the crowd for the very first time in his LDWA tenure.

Magnus Gunner, draped in a purple & gold hoodie vest, and covered in pleathered gold shorts and black boots, stares at the specatators of LDWA who try to create their own views and opinions of the character. Gunner straightens his black, rockstar shades manufactured by "PRADA" before sauntering down the rant, heading down to the ring with a full head of steam, interested in match wits with his competitors and making a name for himself.

As Magnus continues his strut down the ramp, with his outfit somewhat glittering throughout the spectrum, Belle Blair pulls the microphone to her heavily glossed lips before elegantly speaking in an innocent tone.

Belle: "Ladies and Gentlemen the following is a Fatal 4 Way scheduled for one fall. Making his way down to the ring, from Detriot Michigan, weighing in at 225 ponds, he is the "Loaded Pistol", Magnus Gunner!"

Stutter step through another trap set by deception
Mention rejection
Always lies in your eyes
Settles in your action
Jeopardize everything that I want
And I won't compromise anything anymore
In any way victimize myself any more
Liberty (YEAH)
Manipulations on my mind
Expectations well defined
Frustrate me
Liberate me
Cause everything's falling apart
You can't control me, You can't control me
Everything's falling apart


Magnus Gunner wastes no time, as he quickly slides into the ring, before springing up to his feet, eager to get his bout to begin.

Johnny Reifenheiser: "Tonight LDWA will provide four wrestlers which they will evaluate. One of these four men will be victorious tonight and one of them will make the statement that is this. I deserve to be the man! "

Dave Scoggins: "Yes sunnyboy, these four combatants will be tested by LDWA. The winner of this bout could certainly be the first LDWA Heavyweight Champion, and could be that much closer to be given off to the real world, not LWDA is not close to the cream of the crop. "

TBC, sort of pressed for time, I'd usually have something more to write or say so.

[hancocker]

As Magnus Gunner is poised waiting in the ring, the crowd anticipates the next member of this fatal four match to appear.

The lights grow eerily dim as smoke begins to roll into the arena like a fog on all hallow's eve.

I wonder if we'll smile in our coffins
while loved ones mourn the day,
the absence of our faces,
living, laughing, eyes awake.
Is this too much for them to take?

Too young for one's conclusion, the lifestyle won.
Such values you taught your son.
That's how.

The Proeliator steps onto the entrance ramp quite slowly and looks down towards the ring at his opponent in a menacing fashion.

Johnny:~
It appears we have some more new blood appearing in this fatal four way that our GM Mr. O'Connell has produced.

Dave:~
Indeed it does, we're shaping up to have one hell of a show thus far here tonight. I hope the rest of these guys came to play, because Magnus and this man both look like terrifying competition.

The Proeliator stops halfway down the entrance ramp to crack his knuckles and get his body realligned.

Bebe:~
Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 247 pounds, The Proeliator!

Proeliator continues to make his way towards the ring after the announcement, rolling into the ring and climbing up the nearside hardcam turnbuckle as he poses and drops down to the ring, waiting for the next opponent to arrive.

[tnt]

This match is now a singles contest work away gentlemen lol

[hancocker]

Dave:~
Appears I'm getting word from the back that General Manager James O'Connell has declared this match a singles match.

Johnny:~
Good, can't wait for this match to get over, I want to see Vlad beat the holy hell out of Kahlan later.

Dave:~
Well you're a nice one Johnny... let's get to the action.

The bell rings and both men circle each other in the ring until the come together in a collar elbow tie-up in the center of the ring. Magnus Gunner quickly takes the advantage, placing Proeliator in a headlock and wrenching the neck feverishly. His opponent struggles to escape, screaming in agony until he's able to lift him up off the ground, slamming Gunner's head head on the mat with a vicious back suplex. However, Gunner refuses to let go of his hold on Proeliator's head, but this gets turned against him.

Dave:~
Proeliator uses Magnus Gunner's headlock to roll him into a pin...

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but the Rock Messiah is able to roll through and get out of that pinning predicament.

Johnny:~
You think this Gunner fella is trying to bore the fans here Dave? This headlock's getting on my nerves... lets see his high flying action he's touted for.

Dave:~
Both of these men are excellent scientific wrestlers, and they're waiting to capitalize on an opening, thought a man such as yourself would know that.

After rolling onto his knee from the pin attempt, Gunner stands up holding his adversary ever tighter until he takes a strong elbow shot to the kidneys, one after another, until his grip loosens enough for the Proeliator to throw him off into the ropes. The loaded pistol gets over towards the ropes, and jumps to the middle rope, springboarding off towards the Dark Warrior sideways, catching him in the chest and taking him down with a crossbody, hooking his far leg for a pin attempt.

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After the kickout both men rise to their feet quickly, looking at each other from their respective corners. Proeliator cracks his neck and circles the ring then goes in for a single leg takedown, and quickly mounts Gunner. The Dark Warrior lays a few heavy blows on his opponent then passes mount to side mount to lock in an armbar.

Johnny:~
ARMBARS EVERYWHERE DAVE!

Dave:~
This is what the King of the Cage is known for. Being a semi-professional shoot fighter and Jiu Jitsu practitioner, we would expect some of this technique in matches.

Johnny:~
What the fuck are you on about? Its a fucking Armbar, not a flying Gogoplata... sheesh.

Scrambling around and writhing in pain, the Loaded Pistol is able to squirm himself away far enough to reach the ropes and break the hold. After what seemed to be a clean break, the Proeliator begins to isolate his adversary's arm, stomping away at his left shoulder. Apparently proud of himself, the Master of the Armbar climbs to the top rope gloating about and does a backflip off the turnbuckle. What he's not expecting when he turns around is Magnus Gunner waiting for him with his foot outstretched, connecting with his jaw sending the Proeliator flying back into the turnbuckle.

Dave:~
Oh My God Johnny! He nearly kicked his head right off his shoulders with that Magnus Battalion! That was incredible.

Johnny:~
We all saw it Dave, we're not blind. Quit blowing out my ear drums.

Dave:~
Johnny if you're going to be a negative Nathan the whole fucking time just shut it.

Quickly pouncing on his downed nemesis and dragging him to the middle of the ring, Magnus goes for a pin.

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But amazingly, the Proeliator is able to kick out right at the last second. Obviously upset with the count, Magnus looks at the ref and tells him to count faster before continuing his attack. Making sure that his opponent still lays solemnly on the ground before he makes his move he runs towards the ropes, springboarding off and attempting a moonsault. At the last moment, Proeliator is able to roll out of the way, but Magnus Gunner lands on his feet. Quickly rising to his feet, the Dark Warrior is able to catch a charging Gunner with a deep arm drag, but the Rock Messiah is quickly back to his feet and charging but yet again gets caught with another armdrag, this time being held for an arm lock. Bringing his dazed opponent to his feet, maintaining his grip, the king of the cage slides his arm around, essentially placing his opponent in a bear hug, but not before he drops his head below his opponents shoulder, suplexing him overhead and bridging for the pin.

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Johnny:~
Wow, he was barely able to kick out of that Northern Lights Suplex that was actually executed quite well.

Dave:~
That was some solid Greco-Roman technique there Johnny, but this Magnus Gunner seems like a bit of a tough dude, I think he's better than a Northern Lights Suplex.

Back on the attack quickly, the Proeliator stomps on the left arm of his opponent a few more times before locking in a hammerlock. Using his leverage he pushes the arm further up Gunner's back as he screams in agony. Then as an added bonus, The Master of the Armbar rolls his way into a bridge position, increasing the torque on the arm and shoulder of Gunner. Screaming in agony he squirms himself towards the ropes violenty, trying to get a break of the hold, and finally gets it. Proeliator gives a clean break this time and goes to a neutral corner waiting for the Loaded Pistol to get to his feet and be cleared by the referee to continue. Cautiously moving towards his opponent, he inches closer until they tie up. Gaining the advantage, Proeliator places Gunner in an Arm Wringer, but quickly capitalizing that he's on his feet, he runs up the turnbuckle quickly and flips off, grabbing the King of the Cage by the neck in a front face lock and burying his head into the mat with a ddt.

Dave:~
Wow what a fantastic move that was, was it not Johnny?

Johnny:~
Yes it actually was Dave, but it appears it has left both men incapacitated and the referee may have to start the 10 count.

TBC

[kelvinkage]

The arena is ecstatic and the anticipation is infectious, as the LDWA spectators eagerly watch both Proeliator and Magnus Gunner struggle to make it to their feet. At about the count of 7, Proeliator stirs himself to a vertical base, with Magnus Gunner not far behind. Proeliator quickly attempts to gain the initiative, as he lifts his leg up before maliciously driving his foot straight into the gut of his adversary. The Proeliator then advances to a bent MG, before snatching him around his hair and pulling him in and placing his head in between his legs. The Proeliator then under hooks his foes arms and pops his hips, but as he is about to lift Magnus Gunner up for what could possibly be the end of his night, the clever Rock Messiah uses his agile quickness to roll to the outside, sliding his arms out and escaping his state of peril. Now facing Proeliator and having the momentum in his favor, Gunner quickly retaliates with a stiff kick to the midsection. Magnus Gunner then grapples Proeliator’s head, before placing it in his arm pit, tightly pressing up on it with his biceps. Gunner then grasps his opponent’s pants, before both bending and reclining backward, pulling his foe off his feet and suspending him into the air only to drop down to the canvas and burry his face into the mat.

Magnus Gunner rolls to his side while his opponent writhes in pain and jerks in a spasmodic fashion, possibly severely injured by one hazardous to health Impaler DDT.

JR: “Magnus Driver! That move is not friendly to the spinal region. The Proeliator just got planted face first into the canvas.”

DS: “Yes, it will have you questioning your career. But the question is this, will he be able to secure the pinfall?”

JR: “You don’t say Old Timer!”

Magnus Gunner rolls his opponent over in the most lethargic fashion before collapsing on him and draping his shoulder over his chest. The pin causes the ref to slide down on the canvas in a theatrical fashion before hoisting his arm into the air, signaling the commencing of his 3 count.

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In the nick of time, the Proeliator stuns the crowd, as he is able to roll his shoulder over, pushing Magnus’s arm off his chest with his free hand and ultimately breaking up the pinfall!

A frustrated Magnus Gunner wastes no time in rising to his feet. The Rock Messiah leans over and grabs The Proeliator by sides of his head before dragging him to his feet. Magnus Gunner shoves his opponent back, causing Proeliator to stumble and fall into the ropes. From there Gunner advances to his foe before grabbing him by his nearest arm. Gunner backpedals while simultaneously jerking him off the ropes. As he pulls his opposition off the ropes he spins out of the way. The Proeliator, though, demonstrates his in ring ability and technical prowess, as he spins around himself whilst pulling Magnus Gunner forward, turning the Irish Whip on his foe and tossing him across the ring. As Magnus Gunner rebounds off the ropes, The Proeliator saunters into the middle of the ring before bending over and leaning his head down. The gesture turns out to be a huge mistake, and the Loaded Pistol makes his pay for it as he charges at him as if he were shot out of a cannon. When in range, Magnus Gunner begins lifting his knee up, and out of desperation the Proeliator begins turning, but that turned out to be what Gunner was praying for, as he drives his knee straight into the temple of his foe. As Proeliator’s head snaps up, Magnus Gunner continues pushing onward, coming toward the next set of ring ropes. Gunner leaps onto the second ropes before leaping off away from them, straight to the Proeliator who staggers in place like a drunk, with his bells obviously rung by the devastating Running Knee Lift. Magnus Gunner lifts one leg into the air, but just as it is about to hit its mark the Loaded Pistol draws it back and swings the other one, cracking his opponent on the side of his dome with a wicked Shining Wizard. As Magnus Gunner crashes to the mat, The Proeliator’s eyes roll in the back of his head as he stumbles a bit before teetering on one foot. The Proeliator suddenly falls forward, landing face first into the nearby corner.

As his opponent is quite possibly a standing unconscious being, Magnus Gunner struts into the center of the ring before throwing both his arms into the air. Gunner points up his index and pinkie fingers, whilst holding down his middle and ring fingers with his thumb, taunting his foe and eliciting some applause from the audience.

JR: “Good God Almighty did you hear that “CRACK” after that kick. The Proeliator’s brains might be in our laps!”

DS: “And he calls that “THE DRAW.” The Proeliator is in a bad way, and we could be moments away from a hostile takedown or something in that jurisdiction!”

As Proeliator slowly begins turning in the corner, Magnus Gunner drops his hands down to his side before slightly crouching down. The Rock Messiah sizes up his prey, eyeing him with focused pupils before charging at his squirming opponent. As he draws nearer, the Proeliator’s eyes light up as if he is stranded, stuck on the tracks, and staring at the incoming locomotive. At the proverbial eleventh hour, the Proeliator somehow rolls out of the corner, and out of harms way causing his foe to run sternum first into the turnbuckles. The force literally shifts the ring, as Magnus Gunner stumbles out of the corner with his arms crossed across his breast bone and his mouth gaped, intimating signs of low oxygen.

The Proeliator pushes his hair aside, removing it from in front of his eyes allowing himself to gaze upon a winded and wounded Magnus Gunner. The Proeliator suddenly rushes in, moving forward and searching for the kill as he grabs Magnus Gunner by his head before placing it in his armpit. The Proeliator then throws Gunner’s near arm over his shoulder before grabbing onto his shorts and lifting him upside down and into the air. The Proeliator holds Magnus Gunner into the air for a brief moment, allowing Gunner’s blood to rush straight to his brain before dropping down, planting Magnus Gunner head first with a vicious Brainbuster DDT.

DS: “Guillotine Driver! Magnus Gunner could have a serious concussion. Hell, his career may be over!”

JR: “The next time we see Magnus Gunner, he might be in a wheel chair with his head tilted slightly to the side, drooling like a baby. Boy wouldn’t that be a sight!”

DS: “I’m not sure why someone having a dehabilitating injury would be disport but then again look who I’m chatting with.”

JR: “The best announcer in the business, that’s who!”

The Proeliator quickly rolls Magnus Gunner, a seemingly unconscious Magnus Gunner onto his spine before dropping on him with his back and lifting up his nearest leg. The referee, in perfect position, acknowledges the pin, as he drops down to his knees and begins his count.

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Just as the official’s hand is coming down to his the mat for a third consecutive time, Magnus Gunner is able to get a shoulder up, to a shocking dismay.

The Proeliator rolls off of Magnus Gunner, who remains down on the canvas. Proeliator rises up to his knees before digging through his hair. The Proeliator suddenly slams his fists into the canvas, obviously infuriated, as he was attempting to put holes in the mat. The Proeliator clenches his teeth before glaring at Magnus Gunner who slowly leans up. When Magnus leans up one knee, shaking his head from side to side trying to recover from the lingering pain and regain his composure, the Proeliator, ever the opportunist, quickly springs up before charging at him like a bat out of hell. The angry behemoth lifts his leg up into the air before stepping on Magnus Gunner’s one knee. Proeliator uses that knee as a stepping stone to propel himself into the air. Proeliator suddenly pulls his free leg into the air, before driving his knee forward. Proeliator’s knee cap collides with the side of Magnus Gunner’s head and the combination is devastating for MG, whose head snaps away from his body in an unusual fashion. As Proeliator drops down to the mat, Magnus Gunner falls over, reposing on the canvas with his lights abruptly cut off.

JR: "Shining Wizards EVERYWHERE!!! If Magnus Gunner wasn't knocked out before, he is now!

DS: "It will take the will of GOD, and that only, for Magnus Gunner to emerge the victor after that destructive blast to the head."

[hancocker]

Proeliator uses the ropes to lift himself to his feet and turn around in the turnbuckle. Looking at his prone opponent, he climbs up to the second rope, looking with a constant glare in his eyes, never taking them away from his opponent. Leaping off the second rope to his nearly unconscious foe he drives his elbow into the head of his opponent with some incredible force, causing a vicious thud. However, instead of capitalizing and going for the pin, The Proeliator lifts up the Rock Messiah to a standing position, and heads for the ropes. Bounding off quickly he comes back with a viscious Lariat, turning Magnus inside out.

Dave:~
I think that's all she wrote for Magnus Gunner, what a vicious clothesline. The cover!!

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Johnny:~
Holy Shit Dave! I can't believe this Loaded Pistol had what it takes to kick out! Its almost like, he loves you!

Dave:~
What the hell are you talking about Johnny? Just shut up.

Visibly upset from another near fall, the Proeliator is on his feet in an instant and in the referees face, letting him know he thought that was a three count. Even shoving him into the corner before turning around and setting his eyes on Magnus. Walking over with a purpose, the king of the cage drives his knee directly into his opponents head, rises up, and does it again, and again. Grabbing his opponent by the hair, the master of the armbar brings him to his feet. Swinging wildly, he delivers a few open-handed chops to the chest as the crowd wooos in response. Backing Magnus into the ropes, The Proeliator sends him for the ride, but misses him on his way back. As he turns around to catch the Loaded Pistol again he's met with a boot to the face as Magnus Gunner snaps off yet another superkick. Magnus struggles to roll over to cover the Proeliator, but does.

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Johnny:~
Wow, he kicked out of yet another Magnus Battalion, what's the deal here? Don't people know when to quit?

Dave:~
In your eyes quitting when you're down is the thing to do, but not to these fantastic in ring competitors.

Johnny:~
Quitting when you're down? Its quit while you're ahead, dumbfuck.

Using the ropes to gain leverage, Magnus Gunner gets to his feet, apparently setting up for yet another shining wizard, waiting for the Proeliator to rise. Spotting his opponent stalking him, the Dark Warrior just waits on the canvas, laying there like a dead bug. After a few moments, impatience overcomes the Rock Messiah and he heads over towards his devious adversary. Spotting a chance, the Proeliator reaches up, grabbing his opponents head, dragging him down and hooking the leg for an inside cradle.

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But he kicks out of the predicament. Both men quickly rise to their feet and roll into their respective corners, with the Proeliator falling into his backwards, just sitting there, exhausted. Magnus realizes this is his chance, and picks up a head of steam. Running into the ropes he stretches his foot out and leaps forward, crushing his opponents head violently. Quickly capitalizing, he grabs the Proeliator by the nape of his neck, lifting him up in the corner. Stretching out his arm and winding up, Magnus brings his hand back violently with a vicious chop. Running off the farside ropes he comes back and delivers a sickening Yakuza kick to his opponent. Sensing the end is near, he lifts his opponent up onto the turnbuckle, setting up for a frankensteiner. Climbing up to the top rope, Magnus bounces and places his legs around the head of the Proeliator, but doesn't get enough momentum behind him and the Proeliator doesn't budge. Lifting his foe back up an upright position, the Dark Warrior leaps off the ropes, slamming his opponents head into the mat violently, but can't capitalize, as he rolls over on the mat.

Dave:~
What an incredible sitout powerbomb! That's got to be the end of the match if the Proeliator can capitalize.

Johnny:~
There's absolutely no way, the Proeliator thought he was D'Lo Brown after he hit the powerbomb, then fell over. He's out on his feet.

Dave:~
Just trying to add a little drama Johnny.

Johnny:~
Well maybe if you'd stop being a faggot, the match would be more dramatic.

The referee, sensing both men are down for the count as neither are really moving begins the 10 count

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The Proeliator shows signs of life as he rolls out of the ring, which momentarily stops the countdown, but starting the ringout count. Walking over to the announce table, Proeliator looks at the announce team, saluting them as he turns around just in time to see Magnus Gunner soaring over the top rope towards him, catching him with a plancha. Getting back to his feet, Magnus grabs the Proeliator and throws him back into the ring, quickly following and going for a pin.

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Sensing the end was near, the Proeliator got his foot on the ropes, just in time to save himself from elimination in this match.

Johnny:~
What ring presence! I can't believe it!

Dave:~
Yes, that was quite well done

Johnny:~
Do you ever say anything interesting?

Dave:~
I'm about sick and tired of you cutting me down asshole, shut up and call the match!

Moving quickly, Magnus rolls his opponent to the middle of the ring and runs towards the ropes, springboarding off with a backflip towards the Proeliator, connecting with a vicious moonsault, but quickly gets up. Bouncing off the ropes again Magus hits a somersault leg drop, and goes for the cover.

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Reaching down deep, somehow the Proeliator finds the testicular fortitude to kick out after that brutal onslaught. Sitting on his hands and knees, Magnus puts his head in his hands, trying to figure out what its going to take to put away the Dark Warrior. Getting to his feet, Magnus signals that its time for the Motor City Madness to finish it all. Not wasting any time at all, he leaps up to the top turnbuckle, turning around in one fluid motion, steadying himself, then leaping off with a front flip, completing a 450 degree turn, but as if God himself had pushed him, the Proeliator is able to roll out of the way just in the nick of time, leaving the Loaded Pistol to meet the canvas violently.

Dave:~
He went high risk, but nobody was home, will the Proeliator capitalize

Johnny yawns

Johnny:~
I'm just waiting to see Kahlan get her ass kicked, this match is so passe.

Dave:~
This match has been incredibly exciting from start to finish! Sound technical wrestling all around.

Johnny:~
We're obviously not watching the same match.

Both men struggle to their feet, the wear of the match beginning to show more strongly than before. As Magnus throws a strong right hand, but not to be outdone, the Proeliator responds with one of his own. Back and forth the punches fly until the Dark Warrior pokes his opponent in the eye, dropping him to his knees. Not taking the opportunity for granted, he quickly runs off the ropes coming back flying towards the Rock Messiah, hitting him directly in the jaw with both boots, nearly kicking his head off with that dropkick. Quickly moving to take the advantage, the Proeliator goes back after the left shoulder that he had exposed earlier in the match, locking in a figure four armbar, hoping to end the match now that both men have nearly exhausted their tanks.

Johnny:~
TAP! TAP! You know you want to! Its a fucking figure four armbar, no harm in that.

Dave:~
You think that he's going to give up after coming this far? You think that's the spirit of professional wrestling?

Johnny:~
I'd rather not have a broken arm, and lose, then let my arm get snapped in two, and still lose.

Dave:~
Touche my friend, touche

[kelvinkage]

Magnus Gunner winces in agony, as his teeth grit, obviously in unspeakable pain. He raises his free arm into the air before bringing it downward and suspending it over the canvas, seemingly on the brink of submission. With Proeliator completely trying to break the arm off its hinges, Magnus Gunner digs deep, as he leans, rolls over and manages to find away to make it to his knees. Displaying his will to win and demonstrating his thirst for victory, Magnus Gunner rolls over, while still firmly locked in the menacing hold, and is able to get his foot over on the bottom rope. The Proeliator is shocked to say the least and as the referee yells at him to release his foe, Proeliator refuses, provoking the ref to begins his count.

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After 4 rolls off and 5 quickly draws nearer, The Proeliator finally but reluctantly releases Magnus Gunner from the sick submission. Magnus Gunner quickly grabs, rolls over and slides under the bottom rope, obviously seeking some distance and solace from the Proeliator who is starting to become an unstoppable force.

JR: “Magnus Gunner’s arm may be broken. He could have hyper extended something! The Proeliator is one mean, wrecking machine!”

DS: “They don’t call him the Dark Warrior for nothing. This sadist smells fear and the end could certainly be near for Magnus Gunner.

JR: “Obviously it would be if the guy only has one good arm!”

DS: “True, true! But besides that, The Proeliator has been cooking as of late. He’s firing on all cylinders!”

The Proeliator rises off his back and up from the canvas and turns his attention to Magnus Gunner who struggles to get to his feet, as he remains in a bad way on the side of the apron. The Proeliator licks his chops as if he is mad at his lips, eyeing his prey like a lion ready to pounce on the weakened gazelle. The Proeliator gradually makes it to a vertical base, before skulking forward and advancing on his adversary who finally musters enough strength to lift himself up. Magnus Gunner catches a glimpse of the incoming threat, and quickly ducks a fist that flies over the top rope before placing his head in between the middle and top ropes and leading with his shoulder. Manus Gunner drives his shoulder blade straight into the belly of the beast, eliciting saliva and oxygen that simultaneously sputter out the Dark Warrior’s mouth. Magnus Gunner cocks himself back, charging himself up before moving inward again, once more driving his shoulder blade into the gut of the Proeliator. The Proeliator cringes and gasps for air like a dying fish while his foe steadies himself for another desperate attack. When Magnus moves in for the third consecutive time, the Proeliator has him pegged, as he retracts. Proeliator’s evasive maneuver coerces Magnus Gunner out in the open, as he pushes out to far and finds himself teetering on the middle rope. Proeliator senses the urgency, and quickly seizes the opportunity as he moves and snatches Magnus Gunner by his hair before pulling his head in between his legs. The Proeliator grabs Magnus’s arms and underooks them before both tiptoeing back and pulling the “Loaded Pistol” forward, until his feet are the only things keeping him hung. Proeliator suddenly yells out a fierce battle cry, before bending down and pulling Magnus Gunner off the ropes and raising him into the air. Proeliator hold him upside down long enough for ring photographers to take their respective snap shots before leaping up slightly off his feet and dropping down to a seated position, driving Magnus Gunner’s head straight into the mat, with intentions of dropping him straight through it.

The Proeliator releases Magnus’s arms from behind his back before tossing them to the sides, allowing Magnus Gunner to tip over before flopping down to his side. The Proeliator rolls his foe over onto his back before slithering to his head. Proeliator then takes Magnus’s arms and crosses them over one another, draping them across his chest, both pinning and adding insult to injury.

As Magnus Gunner remains unconscious and seemingly resting in peace, the referee slides down to the canvas and quickly begins his count.

JR: “Warrior’s Rage, and did you hear the thud that echoed throughout this small arena! Magnus Gunner’s cranium sounded like it may have shattered.”

DS: “Brain damage is the only thing I can imagine left after that wicked piledriver. Magnus Gunner, I’m sorry to say but this one is finally over.”

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As the referee’s hand nears the mat, either the light bulb in his head cuts back on or his instincts take over as Magnus Gunner manages to get a shoulder up, breaking up the pinfall and placing Proeliator in a state of bewilderment. Proeliator slides back from his downed foe before trembling out of both anger and fear, as wonders if he’s get enough juice left or enough talent to put the loud mouth, Michigan native down for good.

Proeliator grinds his nails into his face and his eyes tell the story of a man struck with self doubt. As Proeliator huffs and puffs he slowly makes his way back to his feet. The Cage King bends over before grabbing his opponent along the sides of his head. Proeliator drags Magnus Gunner to his feet before backing him up into the nearby corner. Proeliator seizes his foes nearest arm before backpedaling and forcefully pulling him out of the corner whilst spinning, Irish whipping a dazed, battered, and bruised Magnus Gunner across the ring. Gunner crashes back first into the turnbuckle and the sound of his back impacting the turnbuckles is a disturbing one as it echoes throughout the arena. With possible spine damage, Magnus Gunner remains standing in the corner, with his held titled forward and down. The Proeliator suddenly rushes at the corner, stamping on the canvas with purpose and the drive to succeed. His attempt to extirpate Magnus Gunner is thwarted by The Loaded Pistol, as the Motor City Messiah pulls himself up enough to bring his legs level to Proeliator’s head, causing the Dark Warrior to crash face first in his boots. With his looks suddenly rearranged, Proeliator stumbles back into the center the ring while turning his back to his foe. Magnus Gunner takes a deep breath and attempts to shift the momentum back in his favor as he darts toward the sluggish, abused titan. When he is within range, The Proeliator suddenly spins up whilst extending his far arm out and throwing it toward his incoming threat. Magnus Gunner however, ducks and keeps pushing onward, dodging another obstacle, another adversity in his pursuit of the ‘W’. Magnus Gunner runs at the corner, with The Proeliator slow on his tracks. Magnus runs up the corner and reaches the top before leaping off back to the ring and gracefully rotating in mid air causing himself to land, with his full 225 frame straight on head of the Cage King. Proeliator’s knees quickly jelly up, and he collapses like a severed tree and falls to the mat with Magnus Gunner seated on top of him. With Proeliator’s shoulders pinned down, the referee quickly makes his count.

JR: “Whisper In The Wind, we may have a pinfall right here folks!

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Almost redundant at this point, The Proeliator defies the odds, as he rolls his shoulder over, breaking up yet another pinfall attempt.

DS: “And the match continues. Both these men have been drained of their energy and have exerted so much effort in this contest. My question is this, what’s it gonna take for one of these guys to emerge victorious tonight?”

JR: “Luck, and a lot of elbow grease!”

The frustration continues to mount, as Magnus Gunner slips off his foe and rolls toward the ropes. Gunner grasps the middle rope before burying his head on it, obviously tormented by another failed attempt to put away the Proeliator. Magnus suddenly buries his frustration and anger down deep as he lifts up and steps through the middle and top rope. The Loaded Pistol slowly saunters across the ring apron before ascending up the corner. When he reaches the top, he shifts around so that he faces away from the ring. Magnus Gunner slowly rises up to a complete vertical base, before suddenly leaping off back toward the ring. In mid air he executes a brilliant 450 degree rotation but as he comes crashing down the Proeliator is wise enough to roll out of harms way leaving no body home for Magnus Gunner who, needless to say, misses his mark, badly. Magnus Gunner plummets straight into the canvas, spine first, causing his supporters in the front row to shriek and the rest of the arena to gasp.

DS: “Good God Almighty! Magnus Gunner misses the Motor City Madness. When you take too many risks, sometimes you crash and burn!”

JR: “Speaking of burn, have you been running the treadmill, you seem to be losing weight.”

DS: “You noticed, I was wondering when you would take a look. I’ve been really trying to get my body…”

JR: “Please, I was being sarcastic. I don’t give a rat’s ass about your weight condition!”

With Magnus Gunner out like a light, Proeliator rushes to capitalize as he slitehrs toward his fallen adversary.

The Prolieator lifts up a leg of his opponent walks one of their legs around the other leg before dropping to a kneeling position, thus locking the Magnus’s leg behind his own. The Proeliator then reaches over and grabs his foe’s far leg and places it on top of the trapped foot of the opponent. Dark Warrior then performs a forward roll while maintaining the hold. The rotation coerces Magnus Gunner on his chset while his Cage King ends up in a seated position with all the leverage in the world.

JR: “Indian Deathlock, it was made by the Indians to torture the Americans and to some degree, that’s exactly what’s going on as we speak. Magnus’s Gunner’s legs will be flimpsy as a pretzel when the Proeliator is through with him!”

DS: “No man can take this much torture without signing himself up for a wheel chair. Magnus Gunner may never walk again, unless he taps out or reaches the ropes.

Magnus Gunner, in excruciating pain, screams over the top of his lungs, yelling out of sheer agony. Gunner unclenches his eyes as the ref moves in and continuously asks him if he submits. Magnus replies everytime with a simple “FUCK YOU.” After about a minute of captivity, Magnus Gunner claws his fingers into the canvas before dragging forward and finally reacehs the bottom rope. Once again, Magnus Gunner’s heart and passion to win has the Proeliator appaling.

If he were animating, steam would be firing out the Prolieator’s ears and nose but that doesn’t stop him from finally snapping. He releases Magnus Gunner’s legs after the ref’s 4 count, only to charge at him and malliciously drive his throat into the ropes as he was lifting up, viciously chocking him. The ref wraps around Proeliator’s waist before pulling him back, attemptign to subdue the madman. With all hope gone, the Proeliator shoves the official aside before marching toward a standing, resting Magnus Gunner who continues to choke. The Proeliator throws his arm into the air before slamming it down across Gunner’s upper back, flailing on him with inconceivable rage. After about 3 stiff shots, Proeliator raises his arm up for another, but Magnus Gunner retaliates, catching him off guard with a stiff elbow, as he cocks his arm back and pelts the Dark Warrior in the jaw causing him to retreat to the center of the squared hell.

Magnus Gunner spins off the ropes and lunges at The Proeliator with his arm but his foe moves slightly out of the way and grapples it. The Proeliator is unable to ground his foe however, but as he rage blinds him and has him trying to drop his foe down, Magnus Gunner uses it against him. He swings his body around Proeliator’s back, somehow bursting free his adversary’s clutches. Magnus Gunner spins right in front of Proeliator who is caught off guard by a stiff kick to the midsection. The Proeliator bends over, allowing Magnus Gunner to tuck his opponent’s head in between his arm pit and press up against it with his bicep. Magnus Gunner tucks his arm under the Cage Kings chin before pivoting 180 degrees so that his back is now toward his foe. Gunner then drops down to a seated position, forcing Proeliator’s jaw on his shoulder and immediatedly sending a shock down his entire system. The Proeliator flies back into the ropes before flopping like a fish out of water onto the canvas. He suddenly begins jerking in a paralytic, seemingly paralyzed by one hell of a RNR!

JR: “The RNR, out of no where! The Proeliator never had a change!”

DS: “He may have been attempting one of those painful armbars but all it took was one swift motion and then…BAM!!!”

JR: “Its gotta be it, no way Proeliator kicks out of this one!”

After Proeliator’s intimation of a siezure calms down, Magnus Gunner rolls him over before hooking his leg and attempting a pin. The referee as exhausted as the competitors due to him throwing himself to the canvas after every near fall, once again begins his count, one both he and Magnus Gunner wishes is the final one of the bout.

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(OOC: I figured we'd leave it two posts a peice to give the judges something to I guess, judge. Good Luck.)