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"I am Perfection!"

Blue and white sparks shower down from just below the Titantron and similar blue and white fireworks explode up from the entrance stage as Nate Evans' entrance music hits.

"Perfection!
I am Perfection!
So take your best shot, give it all you got; Bring it on!"

Nate appears at the top of the entrance ramp as the second line of his music is playing and stands there arms outstretched for a second and looking first to the audience on his left and then on his right before facing forward and sweeping his hands front to back through his half spiked/half slicked hair and then flicking his hands outwards as if shaking wetness out of his hair.

"Introducing first; from Fresno, California... Standing six feet tall and weighing in at two hundred and twenty-one pounds! He is CPWs Wildcard in the deck! The Natural... Nate... Evans!"

As the second verse and chorus of his entrance music is playing he walks at a leisurely pace down the ramp, half swaggering with confidence and anticipation to an eventful and unpredictable match as always happens with him. He makes for the steel steps once he's reached the bottom of the ramp and climbs them with a slight bounce in his step before ducking between the second and third rope to enter the ring.

Now in the ring he moves to the nearest ringpost and climbs to stand on the second turnbuckle where he sweeps his hands through his hair once again and flicks his hands out towards the audience and then holding his hands out palms facing outward almost in comical apology to show he was only making fun. He points out at the audience in all directions and then back at himself before climbing down and moving to his portion of the ring to await his opponent Joey Desch...

((No worries man, shizz happens.))

The Natural watched his opponent's entrance while he stretched out his arms and legs in the middle of the ring, watching with some amusement as Joey performed a moonsault of the turnbuckle to land on his knees close to him in the middle of the ring. The bell rang to signal the beginning of the match as soon as Joey rose from his kneeling position and both men were facing each other...

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

With the match now officially underway Nate extended his hand for Joey to shake as a friendly gesture before they began. If the Addict accepted his handshake then the Natural would attempt to pull him into a side headlock, hoping to gain early control of this match...

Nate pulled Joey into the headlock and wrenched on his opponent's neck, trying to wear him down for the rest of the match. He felt his opponent slip an arm down to hook his leg and instantly alarm bells rang in his head that a counter would soon be forthcoming from his opponent, he tried to slip out of Joey's Regal-Plex clutch but found that he had reacted too late to the threat to escape.

As Joey rolled backwards the Natural felt his feet leave the floor and he tried his best to brace himself for the impact, but nothing he could do would lessen the impact as he landed on the back of his head and his whole body fell limp in Joey's grip, affording him the option to hold the clutch on for a pin attempt should he feel like doing so...

Nate remained limp and still as Joey bridged for the pin and the referee's hand came down for a one-count. On some level in the back of his mind he was surprised that Joey hadn't held the pin to try for a quick win, not that Nate wouldn't have managed a kick-out at two and a half but... As Joey rose back up to his feet Nate soon felt his opponent's boot stomping down repeatedly on and around his head.

With his head still swimming from the hard suplex impact there wasn't much more that Nate could do to defend himself other than hold his arms up over his face in an attempt to shield himself from some of Joey's hard stomps.

The boots continued to rain down on Nate as he kept his arms up to try and defend himself, the audience having no problem with showing their feelings toward the vicious and ugly assault Joey was inflicting upon the Natural in the center of the ring. Then mercifully the stomping ended and Nate thought that he was getting a break before he felt Joey lifting him up to his feet. Nate's chest stung and he could feel the red welt already developing there from the hard chop delivered by Joey.

The Natural clutched his chest and took a few steps away from Joey before coming back with a chop of his own, the crowd cheering as Nate finally looked like he was going to try bringing the match back to a level field.

He watches as he manages knock some of his opponent's arrogance and smug attitude of his face with the chop, forcing Joey to take a few steps back. When Joey came back with a second chop Nate took it on his chest, sucking in his breath past the stinging pain before answering the chop with yet another chop of his own.

He was slowly trying to get back into this fight and would next go to launch a flurry of elbow strikes to the side of Joey's head; assuming that the Addict didn't make a counter that is...

Gaining some momentum now from his small flurry of offense the Natural measured up his reeling opponent before running back against the ropes to build up speed before coming back and trying to level his opponent with a harsh running clothesline. He would put all his weight and momentum into the move by following through with the action and falling down to the mat.