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 Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2014 3:21 pm
If this were a hatchet in his hands, we would really be arrested for trying to behead Covell. But instead, Jake threw a wild swing from the right side of his body towards Aiden's head like a baseball bat towards a ball on a tee. One cold-blooded blow would do far more than end this match in Jake's favor. It would sideline Aiden for a few weeks, make the fans forget about the impressive high-flyer, and remember Jake Roman for the lows he had to stoop to in order to win this match.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2014 3:58 pm
Truth be told, Aiden had took his time standing up. Knowing that defeat was just one chair shot away, Aiden had to think of how he would make the last remaining seconds of his strength output count. He had dig deep from within to kick out of a pinfall and manage to stand himself up, but this wouldn't last forever. Nor did Aiden honestly think it would last five minutes. If anything, this was Aiden's last stand and after that, he'd understandably be down for the count. If he was given a chair shot, he'd have to be carried out. That was a fact. Without putting too much thought on how he'd either survive to the end of the match or be carried out on a gurney, Aiden simply turned around and gauged just what he would be facing in Jake's oncoming attack. But as soon as he saw the chair come swinging right at him, Aiden's inner survival technique came into play and he made the quick decision to fall to his knees that way he could try to duck the chair shot.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2014 5:21 pm
The wild swing had missed, and giving all of his momentum into the swing made him to a 180 degree turn, his back turned towards Aiden. Knowing that the fragile Aiden had to duck to avoid the oncoming assault, Jake turned back around the chair wielded in front of him, looking for his opponent's head so he could potentially bash it in. He was convinced that getting his revenge with the arsenal from below the ring would not only be fitting, but the only way to keep Aiden down.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2014 5:56 pm
Thankfully, the decision to fall to his knees was one that was rewarded with a thankfully missed chair shot aimed for his head. The only issue Aiden really had was the jolt of pain that rocked his back as soon as both knees hit the canvas upon impact. That was troublesome. Seeing Jake be turned around completely due to the chair shot's force being applied behind it, Aiden had enough time to get back up to his feet. Of course, without having to push himself up with his hands on one knee. With the only option he had being a 'Hail Mary' play, Aiden gritted his teeth and dealt with the pain in his body momentarily as he aimed to try to put a stop to Jake's offense completely with every ounce of strength and power put into a solid Lights Out finisher aimed for Jake's head. Whether or not it would hit the chair first or not, that wasn't up to him. But all Aiden knew, was that this was his last chance.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2014 7:18 pm
If the chair was a clear representation of Jake's anger, than his own frustrations and the way he handled them would lead to his downfall. The chair, with the force of Aiden's foot, hit his face so hard that everything went black. He was knocked out, clean unconscious. The chair bounced off of his noggin and fell away from his body, and soon he'd find himself sprawled on the mat with his limbs spread out. He was done.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2014 7:57 pm
With how he had put everything into his finisher, Aiden's connection with the kick and the after effects weren't really seen. Why? Simple. As soon as Aiden had connected with the kick, his body made it's decent to the ground from the mid-air kick and crashed torso-first on the canvas. Aiden wasn't moving quickly anytime soon and his arms were sprawled out at his sides. His head was lain against the mat to the side as his cheek had pressed itself to the mat accordingly. Closed eyes and frequent torso breathing movements were seen, but no joint or muscle movement was visible. It truly wasn't until he had heard the crowd start to get a bit loud that he looked up to see what the ruckus was all about. Apparently, Jake was knocked out with the chair way out of sight and his body looking just as weak, if not as knocked out-like as Aiden's. Not wanting to really waste any time, Aiden very much slowly made his way over to Jake in an army crawl and collapses next to the guy with an arm draped over his body. A lazy pin attempt, but one that was due to Aiden's exhaustion.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2014 8:34 pm
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding ding ding!
"Here is your winner... AIDEN COOOOOOOHHH-VELLLLL!"
If he could even twitch his body, Jake would have still found a way to show how upset he would've been had he been conscious. But instead, he was blacked out. Exhausted. Worn out. His limits had been exceeded, and the Kid had suffered defeat in a best-of-five series he felt was wasted. It wasn't in vain though; the wonderful matches these two had were incredible, and would later be nominated by some for match of the year. These two needed just to put themselves on the map and now they had the whole fanbase interested in more of them. Was it their chemistry together? Or the fact that two wonderful wrestlers having yet to reach their peak were already able to put on a mat classic? Jake would ask later, if he felt humble enough to look at this loss in an optimistic light. Right now, he would sleep in the middle of the ring. It eased him of any mental, emotional, and physical pain for the time being.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2014 11:01 pm
One! . . Two! . . Three! Ding ding ding. The risk had paid off, but Aiden was still out of it just as he was prior to his last ditch effort at surviving in the match. Aiden had no clue that he would win the match as the ref started counting, nor did he think that Jake would be old cold. There was a clear difference between thought and realization. The realization part hadn't came yet, but the thoughts in his head were telling him that he could finally breathe. What was it.. A breath of fresh air? A breath of relief? Or was it more complex than that. Maybe, just maybe, it was the breath of air that told him that it was over. That five weeks of going at it with one another in the ring had finally paid off. That the bruises he had suffered, the cuts that had bled, the bones that were achy and the migraines all came down to a victory. A victory that wasn't celebrated in pyrotechnics or confetti. A celebration that wouldn't render a victory lap or a jump for joy. No. This victory was one that was simply displayed as Aiden being flat out on his back with his arm being raised by the referee after the three count had been made. Aiden had laid on the mat still and had no intentions of moving anytime soon. His body was sore, his face was stinging, his back was in pain and his head was throbbing. Aiden's music had played with the intention that the aerialist would respond by getting up and raising his arms in victory. But like Jake, he was way too tired and exhausted for any of that. Not yet at least.
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