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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 WWFGs 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 Tyler Thunder...

((No worries))

Nate watched as Tyler Thunder, WWFGs resident Rookie tester, readied himself for the match, removing his jacket and eyepatch before coming over to talk to Nate as the bell rang.

"Take it easy on me? Like I need you to!" Nate matched Tyler's smirk before stepping forward to offer a lock up with Tyler, which he would attempt to transition into a quick headlock takeover; maintaining the headlock if Tyler made no counter.

Tyler accepted his lock up and Nate managed to successfully pull his opponent into a headlock, but when he attempted to bring Tyler over with the headlock-takedown he found his move blocked by the experienced grappler Tyler.

He felt Tyler shift underneath him, maintaining a grip on Nate as he slowly stood up with Nate slung across his shoulders in a Samoan Drop Clutch. The Natural's mouth gaped open in almost disbelief at the awesome counter, but he kept enough of his wits about him to jab a series of quick elbows down on Tyler's head allowing him to slip down off his opponent's back.

Clapping his hands in applause at Tyler's great counter and also to help get the crowd behind this match Nate took a few steps back to widen the distance between himself and his opponent; positioning himself near the ropes and then tapping his temple with one finger in an 'I outsmarted you' fashion.

"Nice try, but I'm not just some rookie that got matched up against you as a try out; I'm the Natural!" Nate gave a light, giddy laugh while shaking out his elbow, that had been a narrow escape... he should be more careful against an opponent like Tyler Thunder. He would wait by the ropes for Tyler to make the next move, trusting his instincts that he would be able to play off whatever his opponent threw at him next...

((Thanks!))

Nate smirked as Tyler tapped his invisible watch, where had he seen that taunt used before? The Natural stood by the ropes patiently, watching as Tyler paced back and forth as if trying to out wait him. Before long though Tyler took up the offensive once more and came rushing at Nate. He couldn't tell quite what it was that Tyler had in mind, but it didn't really matter because his counter was going to be the same regardless. Timing his move when Tyler had almost reached him, Nate dropped down to the mat, pulling down on the top rope as he did so in the hopes that Tyler would miss Nate and get caught up awkwardly on the rope instead.

It worked! Tyler came rushing forward, feigning a running elbow before switching midstride to a Yakuza kick, had Nate not pulled down the rope and been hit by the move he would have been in serious trouble; but as it was Tyler found himself hung up over the rope and in a pretty defenseless position.

"I thought you were the Pro?" Nate smirked as he sized his vulnerable opponent up before leaning in to grab Tyler by his left arm and left leg, the one not caught over the rope and attempted to lift him up into an Argentine Backbreaker Clutch. If he managed to get him up onto his shoulders he would try to bring him back into the center of the ring before dropping down to one knee to crack Tyler's back over his shoulders and then follow up by lifting him to drop gut first across his raised knee.

"Wha-?" Just when he thought that he had Tyler set up for some serious damage, the wily veteran managed to slither his way out of trouble. Perhaps the lesson here was that overconfidence had a habit of getting the better of Nate's concentration. It seemed that Tyler was trying to feed his "Pro" comment right back to him in the worst way; managing to slip off Nate's shoulders in a way not too dissimilar to how Nate had escaped from Tyler's Samoan Drop attempt. All Nate had time to do was turn his head to see where Tyler had dropped off to, before the veteran almost literally ran through the Natural's face with the Yakuza kick.

Down Nate went, seeming almost to perform a kneeling pirouette as the knee he was propping himself up on gave out; and he toppled over folding painfully over his own leg before coming to lie staring up at Tyler from down on his back.

Nate lay out on the mat barely moving. He would have been seeing stars from that brutal Yakuza kick; that is, if his thoroughly rocked world would stop spinning long enough for him to focus on them... He offered no resistance as Tyler reached down and hauled him up to his feet and likewise made no attempt to counter as he was shot off into the ropes on the other side of the ring.

However, something unexpected happened when Nate rebounded off the ropes. As would have been expected Nate came back off the ropes from Tyler's Irish Whip, but he didn't make it all the way back across the ring to where Tyler was waiting; instead it seemed as if the Natural's wheels had given out as he stumbled mid stride and collapsed back down to the mat face first in the middle of the ring. There he made no move aside from to groggily roll onto his back, groaning woozily.

What was going on? Surely Tyler's Yakuza kick had hit him a sound blow, but Nate couldn't have been this badly hurt from one move, could he? Was he overselling the move on purpose to taunt or unnerve the veteran? Or was the Natural genuinely hurt?