IC Title No.1 Contender: Mr. Crisis v Aleksandr Volk Zangief

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This is for the Number 1 Contendership for the Intercontinental Championship!  

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The quietness of the crowd and hushed conversations was all but eerie to a stadium of wrestling fans, then with a flash light and noise the teleprompter would cut on, on the screen would be what would look like a comic book with Crisis and then it would open to past wrestling matches he had accomplished, as the camera zoomed in and then the music would kick in...

COLD GETTING DUMB, YEAH

The crowds silence would erupt with cheering when they would spot Crisis at the start of the ramp,
doning a black leather jacket and fades blue jeans with combat boots. The most interesting item on him was his barbed wire wooden baseball bat, he would point down the ramp to the ring and make his way there. Fans would slap him on the back and root for him as he passed, the referee spotting him as he headed for his corner, most likely about the bat. He would give the bat to the ref and then take off his jacket to reveal himself shirtless and then throw a fist in the air to get small high form the spotlight and crowd

 

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Forces played over the PA system as a young , tall, brown haired , russian walked out from backstage wearing red Black tights, his hand wrapped in bandages . The Red Wolf had arrived walked down the aisle. The cheers grew loud, the Russian hero no matter where he went the ring is where he felt at home.


And his opponent ...From Saint Petersburg, Russia. weighing at 245 pounds, Aleksandr Volk Zangief!!!!! !


It was an ok entrance for The Red wolf, Volk had proved his endurance in the past, only time will tell if he was even ready to begin with. He had been out of action due to contract issues and an injury, that almost left him paralyzed.

Volk made his way into the ring walking the steel steps and ducking thru the middle ropes. The music dies as He went to his corner, waiting for the bell to ring.

 

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The bell would ring, allowing the wrestlers to begin the match

Crisis would make his way to his opponent, giving him a solid nod before attempting grapple his opponent, he would take it easy for the time being as he wanted to know what made his opponent work.  

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The Red Wolf nodded, shooting in as they locked up, measuring eachother. Volk tried to push further, making apparent the difference in size and weight. Despite being taller but 10 pounds lighter.  

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Crisis had a greater disadvantage due to Aleksandr's size, letting up a tad on his grapple. The foreign man had great strength, this would be quite the endurance match for sure, Crisis would then take his advantage or try too attempting to release and surprise him with a Thesz Press, his ultimate goal would be to topple the large man and give his face a few fists to remember Crisis by  

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Aleksandr was toppled , immediately he brought his arms up. As Crisis struck his arms and the top of his head he tried to catch one of his arms and shoot his hip up. Trying to sweep him off of him. If successful, The red wolf would give follow with a a flurry of punches. After all his ferocity,was well known by the rest of the locker room.  

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With a successful sweep and flurry of blows, Crisis would take a few hits, giving Aleksandr the ring to breathe a moment. Crisis, shaking off the dizziness his head was feeling from taking would shake it off and slowly make his way to Aleksandr, going in for a grapple and then aiming to twist and lock his arm, if successful Crisis would slam a fist into the mans back and then release him  

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The referee warned Volk, so he could stop hitting Crisis. Aleksandr got back to his feet turning arounsdgiving himself some air. Crisis got a hold of him, in the Hammerlock. He grunted in pain trying to step away safely , but he was struck on the back "Aaaaarrghh" . He squirmed in pain as he looked to face his opponent.

He could hear some people in the crowd: "A wolf with no teeth." "Shows us your heavy hitting." "Where's your grappling?".

In Retaliation he looked to land a heavy forearm smash if successful... He would look to follow by grabbing his arm for an irish whip into the nearest corner.  

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While Crisis was successful on his grapple and strike, Crisis however would utter seeing the incoming smash and no possible way to avoid it Oh s**t.., taking a smash and looking a dazed. Then being flung to a corner and landing roughly into the posts, the crowd would shout out to Crisis 'Let's Get Bloody!' then three slams of their feet or hands.  

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Volk walked towards Crisis as he leaned against the turnbuckle. He started to feel better in-ring, once he got close to his opponent .Volk grabbed Crisis signaling the crowd to hush. As he attemped to strike with a strong frying pan chop.  

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Crisis would brace for impact, the loud thwack would echo in the arena and Crisis would clutch where he was struck. He needed to to get out of this corner, shaking off the pain as best he could and would attempt to slam his knuckles into Aleksandr's abdomen and then push him off and to the ground.  

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The chop landed successfully,the crowd reacted in an empathic "Ooooohhh"

Aleksandr grinned as he took a slight step back, being a former boxer had its perks he could endure the brawl and his built was different from anyone in the roster. In retaliation, he would close his fist and strike with a european uppercut. If successful he would follow it with an irish whip set up.  

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With the crowd going insane for Aleksandr over his explosive hit, Crisis had just about enough of it. Getting his chance to free himself from the corner, Crisis would move quickly to Aleksandr, the large man would throw a pretty strong uppercut towards Crisis. Crisis would dodge the hit and then attempt to grab Aleksandr's arm, folding it behind him in an uncomfortable fashion. He would whip him across the ring into the ropes to give the man some momentum for when he came back at Crisis.  

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At the midst of the move from being whiphed across the ring, he would stand his ground. At mid turn, The Red wolf looked to bring him down with a short, but stiff clothesline.