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 Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 11:02 am
Tiger's new position gave Da Bad Guy the perfect angle for his attack - but it also gave Tiger the stance to avoid it! He narrowly dodged out of the way, launching himself backwards with the leg he had in front of him, the burst of adrenaline giving him enough strength to push himself to a stand. Now positioned behind the opponent, but with only a split second to react, Tiger attempted the simplest move he could think of on such short notice; a forceful double-handed shove to the barricade.
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 2:21 pm
Da Bad Guy was perhaps a bit overzealous in his constant bragging and taunting, as Tiger still had the wherewithal to nimbly evade the incoming Scissor Kick and shove Da Bad Guy forward. Off-balance from his failed maneuver, Bad Guy would stumble several paces forward before hitting the security barricade with a hard thud, his ribs aching as he draped his shoulders across the edge, trying to rest a second against the barrier.
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 2:30 pm
Tiger stumbled forward slightly, his momentum carrying him forward. Aware that his push was only part skill and a whole heap of lucky timing, he would try for a more skill-based maneuver - he would ran a short distance past Da Bad Guy, putting some space between them. Then, he leapt on top of the barricade, balancing carefully at his maximum pace, and on reaching the opponent would dive dramatically leg-first, trying for a hurricanrana to the arena floor!
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 2:46 pm
The people were thoroughly invested in this match, all eyes following the two men outside the ring. Despite the trickery he'd employed thus far, Da Bad Guy still found himself presently at a disadvantage as Tiger threw him up into the barricade, leaving him hardly any time to recover before leaping from the edge of the security wall...hooking his legs around Da Bad Guy's neck to deliver another stunning Hurricanrana - quite literally, in fact, as Bad Guy's head bounced off the padded concrete, leaving the man motionless on the ground while the crowd popped loudly for Tiger 's impressive move.
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 2:51 pm
Tiger skidded along the ground after the technique, a not-so graceful finish to an otherwise well-placed move. Propping himself up as the crowd cheered him on, he looked over to Da Big Guy, who seemed to have taken the hurricanrana rather badly. Realising that the referee could count him out should he stay outside the ring much longer, Tiger forced himself up, clutching at the ring apron so he could pull himself into the ring, rolling under the bottom rope.
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 3:22 pm
Da Bad Guy was too busy mocking Tiger and showing off to the crowd to pay attention to the continuing count, the referee already to six. The referee's shouts had roused Da Bad Guy from his momentary daze, barely clawing his way to to his feet by the eighth count. Shambling forward with a noticeable degree of urgency, Da Bad Guy slid beneath the bottom rope just as the referee counted to nine, allowing the match to continue while Bad Guy got to his feet, bouncing from one foot to the other for a boost in circulation.
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 3:27 pm
Tiger was back on his feet and ready to pounce by the time Da Bad Guy was climbing into the ring. As he entered, Tiger began to sprint on the spot, working himself up for a new assault. When his opponent had risen, he burst towards him, roaring his next move - a strike which he called...
"RUNNING TIGER KNEE!"
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 3:47 pm
Da Bad Guy had tried to do too much, too soon - made evident by the way he was slow to get back up to his vertical base, only just getting off his knees when Tiger came running forward for his signature strike. Unprepared, Da Bad Guy's head snapped awkwardly to the side as Tiger's knee was driven home, causing Bad Guy to spin 180-degrees before sliding limply down the ropes, laid out across the mat in a motionless heap.
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 3:50 pm
Tiger with his enemy as his strike struck true. He fell to the ground after the impact, gingerly rubbing his knee; the impact had hurt Tiger too, but undoubtedly not as much as Da Big Guy was hurt. As quickly as he could, Tiger crawled over to his opponent, attempting to end the match with a pin attempt.
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 9:29 am
Da Bad Guy was in an equally bad position as his eyes cracked open, the set lights of the arena ceiling swirling in impossible patterns. If not for the heaviness of Tiger going for a cover, Da Bad Guy wouldn't have even been prepared for the pin. Still, his head was too fuzzy to tell his body to kick out, leaving Da Bad Guy to reach up weakly and grab the nearby bottom rope at the two count, hopefully breaking the cover.
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 6:00 pm
Tiger stayed in position for a second longer than the two count, almost certain he had the victory. But alas, Da Bad Guy had reached the rope. Tiger looked over at his arm in dismay as the referee punctuated the point, shouting "TWO" into his ear. He backed out of the pin, returning to a standing base, and would attempt several vicious stomps to the opponent's arm, hoping this would not occur again.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 4:06 pm
Da Bad Guy had managed to spare himself from a potential pinfall, gaining a few extra seconds to collect his breath. He was starting to sweat, and the salty dew that clung to his chest was leaving green stains on his skin where his gold chain hung from it. Da Bad Guy knew he needed to change the pace up a little bit, so it was when Tiger stood back up that he rolled underneath the ropes, making a break for the ramp in efforts to lead Tiger backstage.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 4:13 pm
Tiger chased his prey to the edge of the ring, stomping the ground just moments after he had left it. He took a few steps backwards, watching Da Big Guy's movements. As he headed up the ramp, Tiger looked to the referee, baffled by what was happening. The referee shrugged, an apt response. Not knowing what else to do, the Tiger gave chase, rolling under the bottom rope and picking up speed, running to his opponent and the backstage area...
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 4:28 pm
Da Bad Guy took off up the ramp like a bat out of hell, taking advantage of Tiger's preoccupation with the official to get some distance between him and his prowling opponent. However, as Tiger (and the cameraman that followed) slipped behind the curtain, they'd find Ba Guy nowhere to be found - simply an empty hall with doors that led to dressing rooms and utility closets, stretching back to the garage.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 6:04 pm
Tiger crashes through the curtain, closely followed by the opportunist cameraman. The buzz of the crowd fades, replaced by the cold silence of the backstage area. Tiger's run slows to a light jog, then finally a walk as he realises he has lost sight of Da Bad Guy. He looks around frantically, trying to find any sign of his opponent's whereabouts.
He boots down the door to a dressing room, to a silent response within. Nobody is there. He heads to the opposite side, booting another door - this time a storage closet. Nothing. Tiger begins to lose hope, knowing that the fight was now o-
*Crash*
A small sound, but one that Tiger's keen senses managed to pick up on. His head darted towards the location of the disruption; behind an unchecked door to the janitors closet. A cocky smirk spread across Tiger's face, as his opponent had finally been found. Striding over to the door, he gingerly opened it, and slipped inside...
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