WGCFYM v. Seventh Circle

[Veldrin the Shadow]

Tag Team Invitational - Opening Round Match
Wicked Gay Crew ******** Your Mother (Brantley Summers & Brad Kelly) vs. Seventh Circle (Three & Boxer)
Standard Tag
Good Luck  

[DankTectonics]

I'VE BEEN WATCHING YOU
YOU'VE BEEN HURTING TOO
YOU GIVE ALL YOUR LOVE
NOTHING LEFT TO SHOW
I HAVE BEEN THERE TOO
ALONE IN MY DESPAIR
WATCHING TIME GO BY
NO ONE WHO TO CARE

Tim Berg's instant classic Seek Bromance booms throughout the stadium as the duo of Summers and the 'Main Event' Brad Kelly walk out onto the stage. They had been teamed up by management to face Nameless at the Crusade and it seems that they developed a brotastic connection that has stuck. They decided that they would remain together a tandem fighting for justice and the pursuit of booty. They would start to walk down the ramp.

BOY YOU GOT IT BAD
BUT I GOT SOMETHING GOOD
I WANNA TREAT YOU GOOD
IN EVERY WAY YEAH

Summers and Kelly then enter the ring and in their respective corner.  

[Tamake-Sempai]

((Same))  

[DankTectonics]

Summers stepped into the ring ready to turn this junk up. He hopped in the ring and waited to see who would step forth and challenge the man with the plan and the killer of souls and futures. Summers chilled around so he didn't tire himself out before he started out.  

[Phatty500]

It was all Brantley to start with. Brad would grad the two pairs of sunglasses they held so dear and take them to the timekeepers tables where he would lay them down gently like precious artifacts. Than he would make his way back onto the apron to cheer on his partner.  

[The Number Three]

((I apologize for the delay, family emergency.

Start the match, Three will compete first. I will edit this with the correct entrance shortly))

Three approached the center of the ring, facing off against Brantley Summers, someone almost as unpredictable as himself. He grinned eager for this faceoff, and then he charged, aiming to meet Brantley with a shoulder block.  

[DankTectonics]

Summers was nailed in the body with a shoulder block. He fell straight to the ground and held himself seductively. Summers rolled onto his stomach, feeling some strong willed pain surging through his body telling shaboy that he would be in for a long match.  

[The Number Three]

Three turned and moved in on Brantley as he, (Brantley) started to pick himself up. Three would attempt to grab Brantley around his waist while he was still bent over so that Three could attempt to slam Beta with a gut wrench backbreaker over Three's right knee.  

[DankTectonics]

Summers may have been a lot of things, but a female dog was most certainly not one of them. Three was going to learn that today. Summers squirmed himself out of the arms of Three and landed behind him. Afterwards, Summers would attempt to nail the back of his knees to bring the man down.  

[The Number Three]

Brantley's slippery ways saved him from a backbreaking impact, it also left him exposed to Summers' kick. Three's knees were taken out from under him, and he dropped; then he rolled forward using the simplest of tumbling techniques, a somersault, to put some distance between Brantley and himself.

 

[DankTectonics]

Brantley quickly did a reverse somersault in the opposite direction as to counter The Number Three's somersault. It seemed Summers was in for a match that would involve him to fully utilize his somersaulting ability, something he was very proud of. Summers quickly would get up in a ready position to be prepared.  

[The Number Three]

Three grinned at Brantley, a demonstration from both in somersaulting abilities seemed sincronized. The audience was cheering for more, displays of technical ability whipped them up in a frenzy. Three advanced towards Summers offering a tie up, giving Brantley a chance to show his technical prowess; as his strength was obviously outmatched.  

[DankTectonics]

Summers accepted the lock up as Three came close. He would quickly attempt to hit the elbow of Three, duck under Three's armpit, and end up behind the impish man. Summers would then attempt to lock The Number Three into a vicious submission known as the Half Nelson.  

[The Number Three]

Brantley's smaller size allowed him to slip under Three's temporarily weakened elbow. Before Three could react though, he found himself caught up in a half nelson. Quickly he jerked his head away from Brantley's locking hand, and shoved down against the forearm restricting his movements, all in an attempt to break the lock before Brantley had time to slip in the other arm, or drag Three down. If he was able to break free Three would throw his head back in a wild attempt at a heatbutt. If not, well then....