Post by Jesse Styles on Mar 11, 2013 0:47:24 GMT -6
Tom Davis: “Ladies and Gentlemen... the next match is set for one fall and it is a Terrordome Qualifying match! Introducing first... he hails from Wilson, North Carolina and stands 6 feet, 2 inches tall, weighing in at 215lbs... SICK DRAKE BLAKE!!!”
‘Down with the Sickness’ by Disturbed plays over the PA as Drake Blake makes his way to the ring, pausing to high five fans and the like. He slides into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle before backflipping off and playing to the crowd.
Vince Walters: “He better save that energy... Nathan has not been in the best of moods lately.”
Jill Matthews: “But at the same time... Nathan has yet to win a match in his current... mindset. Maybe the priest thing worked better for him.”
Tom Davis: “And introducing next. He hails from Dublin, Ireland. Standing 6 feet, 4 inches tall and weighing in at 225lbs. He is... NATHAN O’CONNELL!!!”
‘The lights in the arena dim as "God's Gonna Cut You Down" by Johnny Cash plays over the PA and Father Nathan makes his way out from the back, carrying his cross. He looks over the crowd and takes in their reaction before nodding and making his way down to the ring, setting up his cross to stand on its own as he climbs into the ring and prepares for the fight.
Vince Walters: “And here we have the latest member of Unstable, the formerly Father Nathan. I think Blake is in trouble here.”
Jill Matthews: “Again.. Nathan hasn’t won a match yet as a member of Unstable.”
DING!!
DING!!
DING!!
The two men move towards each other to lock up, Nathan nails Drake Blake in the gut with a kick, doubling the man over, catching the man with a European uppercut, sending Drake Blake to the mat. Nathan looks around and drags Drake Blake up to his feet, measuring the man before nailing him with punch to the face, sending Drake Blake into the ropes and bringing him down with a hip toss, moving right into an armbar.
Vince Walters: “Well.. Ms. Doubtful... looks like Nathan is on a mission here tonight and set to break that streak.”
Jill Matthews: “We’ll see.”
Drake Blake eventually, escapes the armbar and the two men get to their feet, Nathan booting Blake in the gut and bringing the man to a knee with a clubbing forearm blows. Drake Blake counters with a jumping Enziguri that sends Nathan stumbling away and Drake follows in and takes Nathan down with a German Suplex, bridging into a cover..
1...
2...
Nathan kicks out!
Vince Walters: “Drake Blake got an opening and nearly got a pinfall!”
Jill Matthews: “This match can go either way, Vince.. you can’t underestimate Drake blake.”
Both men get to their feet and Drake Blake tries for a roundhouse kick, but Nathan ducks and nails Drake Blake with a series of body blows, sending Drake Blake back into the corner before grabbing him and taking the man down with a belly to belly suplex. Both men get to their feet and Drake Blake nails Nathan with a roundhouse kick, sending the Irishman to the mat. Drake Blake charges to the ropes and springboards off, planting both feet into his gut with a double stomp...
Vince Walters: “And... that’ll put a crimp in Nathan’s plans for the night...”
Jill Matthews: “These two continue to fight back and forth... who wants it more? This is how much Terrordome means.”
Drake Blake tries for a spear as Nathan gets up but Nathan nails Drake Blake with a kick that sends the man to the mat with a sickening blow that echoes throughout the arena. Nathan smirks as he drags Drake Blake to his feet and puts Drake in a standing headscissors before picking him up and nailing the man with a jumping piledriver, going right into a cover..
1...
2..
Drake Blake kicks out!
Vince Walters: “Holy Shit! He could have broken Drake’s neck with that move!”
Jill Matthews: “Nathan made it clear he’d do whatever it took to win this match and he seems intent on following through with that.”
Nathan gets up and yells at the ref, telling him to count faster as Drake Blake writhes in pain on the mat, slowly getting up and grabs Nathan hitting him with a series of 3 German Suplexes in a row, turning and going into the cover after the third jumping up, hitting a springboard 450 splash, going into the cover..
1..
2..
Nathan kicks out!
Vince Walters: “WOW! Another near fall!”
Jill Matthews: “This is insane! Neither man wants to give in!”
Both men get up and Nathan measures Drake Blake and nails him with several knife edged chops, he nails Drake Blake with a European Uppercut, stunning the man and moves behind the man and hooks one of Drake Blake’s legs, lifting the leg up and hooking his hands as he lifts the man up taking him down with a Regalplex. Nathan narrows his eyes and drags Drake Blake up to his feet and drops the man back first against his knee and locks in a Dragon Sleeper. Holding it in as he takes his free hand and hammers Drake’s stomach.
Vince Walters: “Dragon Sleeper! Nathan hits the Irishplex and now has the Dragon Sleeper locked in.”
Jill Matthews: “And Nathan is deadly with sleeper holds, and hammering Drake’s stomach is going to knock the wind out of the man.”
Drake Blake tries to fight out of the hold, jumping up and nailing Nathan with knee shots to the head. Finally, Nathan breaks the hold and walks around the ring, narrowing his eyes as he clenches his fist and shakes it, staring at the man as Drake Blake begins to get up, and just before he delivers the Left Hand of God, Reya Serra runs out from the back
Reya Serra: “Do not do it! You are a better man than this, Nathan! A man of God! Do not give into hate!”
Nathan pauses and turns to face Reya Serra, a stunned look on his face...
Reya Serra: “Please Father! It is not too late! Are you really going to turn your back on your friends? On people like me?”
Nathan shakes his head and turns around... right into an RKO from Drake Blake!! Drake goes into a cover...
1...
2...
3!
DING!!
DING!!
DING!!
Tom Davis: “Ladies and Gentlemen.. your winner, by pinfall, SICK DRAKE BLAKE!!”
Reya Serra looks on with a shocked look on her face.
Vince Walters: “Nathan had the win but Reya Serra distracted him!”
Jill Matthews: “...She meant to help though!”
Vince Walters: “I don’t think Nathan will see it that way. Reya’s distraction allowed Drake Blake to hit Nathan with the Infection..”
Nathan rolls out of the ring and grabs a mic before rolling back into the ring and pointing at Reya Serra...
Nathan: “Oooo Lass... ya want a go with Nathan do ya, eh? Wanna talk about your God and all that? Well I promise ya this... there’ll be a Reckonin’ lass. I promise you that. There’ll be a Reckonin’.”
‘Down with the Sickness’ by Disturbed plays over the PA as Drake Blake makes his way to the ring, pausing to high five fans and the like. He slides into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle before backflipping off and playing to the crowd.
Vince Walters: “He better save that energy... Nathan has not been in the best of moods lately.”
Jill Matthews: “But at the same time... Nathan has yet to win a match in his current... mindset. Maybe the priest thing worked better for him.”
Tom Davis: “And introducing next. He hails from Dublin, Ireland. Standing 6 feet, 4 inches tall and weighing in at 225lbs. He is... NATHAN O’CONNELL!!!”
‘The lights in the arena dim as "God's Gonna Cut You Down" by Johnny Cash plays over the PA and Father Nathan makes his way out from the back, carrying his cross. He looks over the crowd and takes in their reaction before nodding and making his way down to the ring, setting up his cross to stand on its own as he climbs into the ring and prepares for the fight.
Vince Walters: “And here we have the latest member of Unstable, the formerly Father Nathan. I think Blake is in trouble here.”
Jill Matthews: “Again.. Nathan hasn’t won a match yet as a member of Unstable.”
DING!!
DING!!
DING!!
The two men move towards each other to lock up, Nathan nails Drake Blake in the gut with a kick, doubling the man over, catching the man with a European uppercut, sending Drake Blake to the mat. Nathan looks around and drags Drake Blake up to his feet, measuring the man before nailing him with punch to the face, sending Drake Blake into the ropes and bringing him down with a hip toss, moving right into an armbar.
Vince Walters: “Well.. Ms. Doubtful... looks like Nathan is on a mission here tonight and set to break that streak.”
Jill Matthews: “We’ll see.”
Drake Blake eventually, escapes the armbar and the two men get to their feet, Nathan booting Blake in the gut and bringing the man to a knee with a clubbing forearm blows. Drake Blake counters with a jumping Enziguri that sends Nathan stumbling away and Drake follows in and takes Nathan down with a German Suplex, bridging into a cover..
1...
2...
Nathan kicks out!
Vince Walters: “Drake Blake got an opening and nearly got a pinfall!”
Jill Matthews: “This match can go either way, Vince.. you can’t underestimate Drake blake.”
Both men get to their feet and Drake Blake tries for a roundhouse kick, but Nathan ducks and nails Drake Blake with a series of body blows, sending Drake Blake back into the corner before grabbing him and taking the man down with a belly to belly suplex. Both men get to their feet and Drake Blake nails Nathan with a roundhouse kick, sending the Irishman to the mat. Drake Blake charges to the ropes and springboards off, planting both feet into his gut with a double stomp...
Vince Walters: “And... that’ll put a crimp in Nathan’s plans for the night...”
Jill Matthews: “These two continue to fight back and forth... who wants it more? This is how much Terrordome means.”
Drake Blake tries for a spear as Nathan gets up but Nathan nails Drake Blake with a kick that sends the man to the mat with a sickening blow that echoes throughout the arena. Nathan smirks as he drags Drake Blake to his feet and puts Drake in a standing headscissors before picking him up and nailing the man with a jumping piledriver, going right into a cover..
1...
2..
Drake Blake kicks out!
Vince Walters: “Holy Shit! He could have broken Drake’s neck with that move!”
Jill Matthews: “Nathan made it clear he’d do whatever it took to win this match and he seems intent on following through with that.”
Nathan gets up and yells at the ref, telling him to count faster as Drake Blake writhes in pain on the mat, slowly getting up and grabs Nathan hitting him with a series of 3 German Suplexes in a row, turning and going into the cover after the third jumping up, hitting a springboard 450 splash, going into the cover..
1..
2..
Nathan kicks out!
Vince Walters: “WOW! Another near fall!”
Jill Matthews: “This is insane! Neither man wants to give in!”
Both men get up and Nathan measures Drake Blake and nails him with several knife edged chops, he nails Drake Blake with a European Uppercut, stunning the man and moves behind the man and hooks one of Drake Blake’s legs, lifting the leg up and hooking his hands as he lifts the man up taking him down with a Regalplex. Nathan narrows his eyes and drags Drake Blake up to his feet and drops the man back first against his knee and locks in a Dragon Sleeper. Holding it in as he takes his free hand and hammers Drake’s stomach.
Vince Walters: “Dragon Sleeper! Nathan hits the Irishplex and now has the Dragon Sleeper locked in.”
Jill Matthews: “And Nathan is deadly with sleeper holds, and hammering Drake’s stomach is going to knock the wind out of the man.”
Drake Blake tries to fight out of the hold, jumping up and nailing Nathan with knee shots to the head. Finally, Nathan breaks the hold and walks around the ring, narrowing his eyes as he clenches his fist and shakes it, staring at the man as Drake Blake begins to get up, and just before he delivers the Left Hand of God, Reya Serra runs out from the back
Reya Serra: “Do not do it! You are a better man than this, Nathan! A man of God! Do not give into hate!”
Nathan pauses and turns to face Reya Serra, a stunned look on his face...
Reya Serra: “Please Father! It is not too late! Are you really going to turn your back on your friends? On people like me?”
Nathan shakes his head and turns around... right into an RKO from Drake Blake!! Drake goes into a cover...
1...
2...
3!
DING!!
DING!!
DING!!
Tom Davis: “Ladies and Gentlemen.. your winner, by pinfall, SICK DRAKE BLAKE!!”
Reya Serra looks on with a shocked look on her face.
Vince Walters: “Nathan had the win but Reya Serra distracted him!”
Jill Matthews: “...She meant to help though!”
Vince Walters: “I don’t think Nathan will see it that way. Reya’s distraction allowed Drake Blake to hit Nathan with the Infection..”
Nathan rolls out of the ring and grabs a mic before rolling back into the ring and pointing at Reya Serra...
Nathan: “Oooo Lass... ya want a go with Nathan do ya, eh? Wanna talk about your God and all that? Well I promise ya this... there’ll be a Reckonin’ lass. I promise you that. There’ll be a Reckonin’.”