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 Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 9:23 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..."
Weather: Humid, clear skies.
Wind: 3 mph.
Temperature: 95 degrees Fahrenheit.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2014 6:07 pm
The progressive guitar had only fueled a fraction of the adrenaline going through Jake Roman's veins tonight. After nearly getting beaten three rounds in a row, the young man from St. Louis was ready to send Aiden on his merry way. He had just won their last contest by making Covell tap out to the lethal Crossface Chicken Wing, his favorite way of victory. After all, who didn't like winning a match by making their opponent admit defeat? He was confident once again, his once-injured shoulder was completely healed, and the pressure was on both combatants to give this their best effort. These two were BBW's way of showing their audience of what the future had in store. On one side of the ring would stand a powerful brute who was destined to become a ring general within a few years; on the other side would stand a crafty and speedy a*****e who would inspire children to enter the wrestling business with his array of moves and incredible athleticism. The question was, who would get off to the better start of their mainstream careers? Let Jake Roman answer that.
"Burn In My Light" - Mercy DriveHey! ... Hey!
Hey! Nothing you can say!
Nothing's gonna change what you've done to me!
Now it's time to shine!
I'm gonna take what's mine...
Take whats miiiiiiiiiiiineeee!
The sight of the fresh face had made the crowd pop loudly. They hadn't seen a big man with this many moves, and unlike Aiden, not only were they impressed with his wrestling ability but his humility as well. He let his in-ring presence do a lot of his talking, and over the years, fans had grown to respect the men who let their actions speak for them. It was noted that the mask Jake usually brought to the ring before his matches wasn't present: instead there were isolated beads of sweat that ran down his face. Roman never had the luxury of spending a summer in Miami, but it was much more brutal than a summer spent in his hometown of Battle Creek. His smile was contagious, and he nodded to the crowd in agreement with their cheers: tonight, Covell was going to choke in more ways than one. If this match was the sign of the future, it was going to be stamped, labeled, and painted with Jake Roman's face as the front-man. Without hesitation, Jake began his journey towards the ring, extending both arms to his sides and high-fiving the hands of every fan that wanted one.
"... from Battle Creek, Michigan, weighing in at two hundred seventy pounds, Jaaaaake Rohhhh-man!"
Hey! Nothing you can say!
Nothing's gonna change what you've done to me!
Now it's time to shine!
I'm gonna take what's mine
You're gonna burn in my light!
They try too hard to follow
But no one can!
Inside you're all so hollow
You understaaaaaand
Jake hopped onto the apron without hesitation and walked towards the corner to his right, climbing on the second rung of the turnbuckle and keeping his eyes down on the mat. Slowly, he rose his head and looked towards the audience with his biceps flexing. Everybody knew he was a strong man, but after he flexed, some internet fans would go on to call him the mini-Genetic Freak. Roman would then leap into the ring and strecth his arms, swinging them in and out to double check his shoulder's health. His music died down and the crowd's cheers would slowly die down afterwards. They all grew patient, awaiting the arrival of the second young man. The aura of a sudden death situation made this contest all that more interesting.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2014 6:12 pm
Just one more match. One.. more.. match. One. More. ********. Match. That was the one thing that Aiden Covell was constantly telling himself. Over and over, he would commit to the same punishment of re-watching his losses. One by one, he'd see where he ******** up. One minute by the next, he'd see how Jake exploited his defenses. One move after the other, Aiden would take into effect how Jake shifted gears and took his game to the next level. Aiden saw where he slipped up. Aiden saw where he was wasting time. Hell, Aiden even watched at times where he nearly blatantly left himself open to attack. Even egging Jake on. No more. Tonight was way too damn important to actually give Jake a chance to breathe. Not just because the weather outside was a grueling ninety-five degrees, but because Aiden wouldn't let up. Yes, that meant that he'd lose steam quick. Maybe even tire himself out faster. But his endurance, speed, agility, aerobics, acrobatics, ingenious usage of the ringside area and in-ring work would be displayed.
Not only that, but the idea of that Lord of Summer match was an interesting offer. What kind of upset would it be if he won both his match, and the Lord of Summer match. That would be a double whammy. Maybe even pulling a Daniel Bryan moment from Wrestlemania 30. But no. Aiden wasn't going to emulate someone elses moment. If he was going to have a moment, he'd do it himself. Was he in the Lord of Summer match? No. At least he wasn't scheduled to be. Maybe he could just as easily convince Shanahan that he's worth being put in that match if he caps off this victory. But of course, he'd have to win this match first. Right now, Aiden was thinking ahead. He needed to focus on the here and now. The current time and the match to be underway. From the white board, Jake looked to be making his entrance first. Whatever it was, Aiden didn't care. Hell, Jake could ride on a ******** boat, or a dolphin, wearing flip flops, and Aiden wouldn't care. Regardless, it was time for him to process the match to be had and take the weather and environment into effect.
Waiting backstage as Jake had begun to do his entrance, Aiden had to adjust how he'd enter himself. Especially since it was always non-flashy or entertaining when it came to outside venue entrances. Sure, the ring was on the beach while the Lord of Summer match would be held in the ocean itself. Sure, the crowd were seated on beach chairs and rental bleachers. Sure, there was a s**t ton of sand around and the sunlight was going to be unforgiving. Did anyone think to wear sunscreen before going out there? Highly unlikely. Did Aiden think to do so? ********. Hence why he had lathered up on the sunscreen thirty minutes before Jake started his entrance. That way the sunscreen would set in and take care of Aiden's exposed skin while he was out there performing. Standing in the makeshift gorilla position which was easily just a few square metal columns, attached walls and a thick black curtain, Aiden would wait for Jake's entrance music to stop playing before he would start to hop in place. Right at the exact moment that his song began to play.
Game time. Taking a long step out from behind the curtain just as the lyrics started pouring in from a loud shout, Aiden would duck down and shoot his arms to his sides. In this entrance, he didn't have his signature hoodie on. Why would he? It was ninety-five freaking degrees outside and heavily sunny. There was no way he'd cause himself to get overheated or sick before the match even began. No way. Lowering his arms, Aiden let them both fall to his sides slowly for a brief second before raising his right arm. Pointing directly at Jake as he stepped his way down the ramp at a quickened pace. He wanted to get this match over and done with. He wanted to show who truly would bring it in this unforgiving match. Unlike the BBW norm, this match held a legitimate and traditional Rules Base. Disqualifications were enforced. Count-Outs would be called. Rope Breaks would be legal. Any interference would screw either of them over. This was going to be a war. A legitimate, man to man, traditional, old school battle of the finest. Or so he thought..
Do you really care?
It’s not like it matters anyway
What’s going to happen here?
We’ll laugh about it all one day
"Making his way to the ring. From Charleston, South Carolina. Weighing two-hundred pounds.. Aiden Covell!"
Hey! Hey! What do you say?
It doesn’t really matters
Cuz it’s all the same
Hey! Hey! What do you say?
They're just gonna blame us anyway
Taking his time ascending the ring steps, Aiden's gloved hand would grip the middle rope and keep it gripped as he walked along the left-side apron. Piercing daggers through the covered eye holes of his mask, Aiden would now grip both gloved hands on the top rope as he leaned back. Within seconds, Aiden would hop up and leap over the top rope gracefully in a display of parkour-like flexibility. Motioning for a ring attendant to come over, Aiden reached a hand behind him to unzip his mask. Slipping it over his head and folding it up in half evenly. His always healthy body and toned abs in display a bit easier now due to the suntan lotion and sunlight. As the ringside attendant collected his mask, Aiden took the opportunity to grip the top rope and lean back again. This time tugging on the ropes to loosen up his arms as well as raising a leg and resting the bottom of his boot on the top turnbuckle. Leaning his body forward to stretch his left leg, repeating the process with his right. Now, he was preparing for the ring bell to sound.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2014 6:18 pm
Shoulder healed. Confidence restored. Jake Roman was ready to bring everything and the kitchen sink to tonight's fight. Honestly, reaching the sudden death portion of this series was inevitable. All matches, besides the beatdown that was match number two, were so close that Jake had to prepare for the pressure that would come with the send-home match. Hell, the fact that he recovered last week made him already aware of the struggle of the uphill battle it would be with his common adversary. So with the start of the bell, Roman went to approach Aiden with an aggressive elbow-and-collar tie up to back the aerialist into a corner early on.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2014 9:17 pm
Oh, but of course. Aiden watched as Jake spent no time coming from his corner to want to meet Aiden in the center of the ring. He saw the look in Jake's eye. He could tell the guy was headset, hungry and determined to best Aiden. Aiden liked that. Why? Just meant that the guy might slip up. If he was so truly desperate, there would be a ******** up somewhere. For now however, Aiden had his own plans. The crowd ambiance wasn't as loud or as inspiring as an arena full of fans were. But at least there was a crowd after all. Heading to the center of the ring, Aiden accepted the collar and elbow tie up. But just tot test to see how much homework Jake did on his opponent, Aiden would attempt a quick knee to the gut. Which, if successful, would be followed by a low kick with the other leg. If unsuccessful, he'd have to see just how Jake would counter.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2014 9:38 pm
First, there was the kick to the gut that knocked the wind out of Roman. However, Jake was stubborn and would do his best to remain standing... until the sting of the leg kick put him in a kneeling position. The kid clenched at his stomach with one hand and his left thigh with the other. Those kicks hurt, and the volume of the one to his thigh could help the audience understand just how painful they were.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2014 10:11 pm
What a wonderful way to start. All shots connected and he already had Jake doubled over to one knee. Was this the kinda' Jake who started out strong? Aiden doubted it. As a matter of fact, he was heavily doubting Jake from the get go. Enough to put his hand on the side of Jake's head and shove it as if to add insult to injury. "You wanted a Best of Five. You wanted this, Roman. Get up, amateur" Aiden spoke to Jake, taunting him with another face shove to the sound of boos and jeers in response from the crowd.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2014 10:27 pm
Jake grabbed Aiden's wrist the second shove attempt. It was a feat in itself to defeat the versatile big man but to disrespect him like that? Roman went to pull the aerialist closer to him as he rose to tell him his counter-argument: a vicious clothesline right to the chin. It was a nice way to make Covell eat his words, so Jake would look to do just that.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 8:51 am
Well s**t, okay. For a second, Aiden expected Jake to simply use his wrist as a way of helping himself to stand up. But to come out of the blue with a quick-shot clothesline like that? That was unexpected. Aiden quickly found himself put on his back with the clothesline as his head jerked back and shoulders hit the mat. Looking up at the sky, Aiden almost looked stunned for a minute. Clearly something he didn't scout from Jake's playbook. Now, he'd slowly bring his gloved hands to his head and try to wipe the look off his face. Shaking his head, Aiden would now look to start getting to one knee so he could reset.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 11:54 am
Jake was never much of a talker, but he needed to convey his message verbally as well, just so Covell could clearly understand him. "I'll put your teeth down your FUC.KING throat!" After hearing the anger and passion behind Jake's words, the crowd yelled and hollered in approval for the young man. With that, Roman went to pull Covell up and irish whip him into the set of ropes behind him. If he bounced back according to plan and there were no other interruptions, Jake would look to increase the size of the dent in Aiden's head with another strong clothesline. The big boot would simply have to wait for now.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 12:04 pm
I'll put your teeth down your ******** throat! Oh. Oh hell no. That lit a fire underneath Aiden's a** that made him wake up pretty damn fast. Having someone shout that damn near close to your ears.. just set the pace for the rest of the match. If anything, now it would display a sense of hatred. Whether it was Jake hating Aiden or the other way around. Aiden would abuse this typical hardcore match as best as possible. Hell, he'd even use the ring ropes, turnbuckles, ring posts and announcers table. This wasn't going to be a quick match. No. Not anymore. He wanted Jake to suffer. With that in mind, he let himself be picked up and sent across the ring to the ropes. However, on the bounce back, he waited for Jake to make his move. Typically a Big Boot. Once he didn't see one, he was surprised. However. Jake rose an arm. Clear display of a clothesline. Trying his damnest to dodge the swing of Jake's arm, Aiden would duck, stop his momentum then flip back and try for a quick Pele' Kick. Purposely aiming the toe of his boot.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 12:12 pm
After all the times he had been stunned by the manuever, even Jake couldn't brace himself for the Pele Kick outta nowhere. Instead of falling forward as he usually would after being stunned by the athletic assault, the toe of Aiden's boot hit Jake smack-dab in the middle of his forehead. This caused Jake to fall backwards and roll around, kicking the mat and putting a hand on the damaged spot. As if that would aid his wounds.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 12:30 pm
That felt good. No, that felt right. Aiden felt a tap as the toe of his boot hid Jake in the head. The obvious collision causing Aiden to fall on his back and brace his fall while Jake was left to deal with the strike on his own accord. Once Aiden stood back up, he immediately went over to Jake and tried to put in work with a series of soccer kicks to the die, back, arm. Hell, he even tried to include some stomps in there. Hopefully Jake did some homework and would know how to get outta' there. Otherwise, it would be one hell of a painful experience.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 12:52 pm
The flurry of stomps and kicks were impossible to get up from, and if Jake gave Aiden easy pickings for much longer, this match would end quickly. Thus left Roman no other choice but to roll under the bottom rope and collect himself on the outside, using the steel barrier by the fans to get to his feet and gather himself.
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