O.R vs Gabriel ( Singles )

[solomon]

Saturday 30th of may, 2010
6:00 pm

Looking around the spacious room, which is separate from the main gym, but is also the primary ring used for auditioning future superstars. Tonight however, besides the basic equipment used for warming up, there are chairs set around the squared circle to show the second use. Once a week the students of the academies are paired off to fight, giving the instructors a chance to assess their students. While most decide to sit around the ring waiting for there name to be called, a select few, wait in the gym trying to psyche themselves up, while also waiting for there name to be called.

~Wayne Fitzpatrick~
Good evening students and guests. Tonight is the first night of our weekly, academy show. Being the first event, Jack and myself thought it would be a good chance for you to get to know your room mates, so this evening will be entitled... Dorm Wars. The matches tonight will be simple. Singles matches with the usual rules, but this is a friendly match, no need to injure one another; or cause a war between two people who have to share the same room. The referee will be Lee Carter. In this weekly show there is no audience as such, just the students, their friends and of course the academy instructors.

A murmur of chatter , a mix of excitement and nerves is heard from amongst the students and there friends.

~Wayne Fitzpatrick~
Introducing the first competitors for this evening is dorm 1. Gabriel Solomon, can you make your way to the ring please.

Outfitted in his jeans, a white singlet together with black wrestling boots, Solomon steps up from his chair, a demeanor of nerves on his face. With everyone present gazing at the small aerialist, he excuses himself passed a mob of people and heads to the ring. Stopping at the steps, Gabriel glimpses down, shakes his arms and neck to loosen up, then jogs to the apron. Stepping through the ropes, Solomon swaggers around the ring, strolls to the turnbuckle nearest the cozy audience and while balancing on the second rope he raises his arms receiving little more than a lull clapping of some hands.

~Wayne Fitzpatrick~
His opponent, and room mate this evening is Owen Richards. Can you please make your way to the ring.

To Be Continued by Owen.

[O.R.]

Once Gabe gets into the ring and goes through his paces the door in the back slowly opens. Owen Richards, wearing a white muscle shirt in addition to his usual black trunks, boots, and pads, steps through the door and makes his way toward the ring. The sound of the very small crowd spurs O.R. towards his opponent. Owen steps into the ring and smiles at Solomon before approaching him and offering his hand without hesitation.

TBC

[solomon]

Owens stands in the epicenter of the ring, his outstretched arm extending a friendly handshake. Gabe looking at the bigger opponent, who is grinning like a Cheshire cat, confidently walks over to his sparring amigo tonight and gladly accepts the gesture. Lee swaggers over to the two dorm comrades, out of habit checks for any possible forbidden weapons. Going over the rules of the match again, so both wrestlers, despite there nerves are familiar with the proceedings. Not wishing to get into a strength contest with the obvious aftermath ensured to be misery, Gabriel grants his new amigo some space. Owen, mindful of the speed advantage his room mate is adept of, also steps back, still with a pleasant grin. A wave of the hand from Lee beckons to the time keeper to commence the match. As the bell echoes its high pitch noise in the training hall, both Owen as well as Gabe circle each other.

Students and companions along with guests of the first weekly gym show begin to cheer. Still unconvinced, of who they are supporting, they are all exhilarated just to be present.

Having the same thought, at the exact instant, both students charge one another. The speed and agility of Gabriel allows him to get the immediate advantage. Owen tests a clothesline, although Solomon counterattacks by grabbing the arm and endeavoring a take down with his legs. This is where the strength of Richards comes into play. Despite his lack of experience, Owen utilizes his impressive strength as the legs go to his shoulders, he manages to grab under his rivals arms; then jogging across the ring the British dude thumps the cruiser weight spine first to the canvas. A reverberating thud is heard, sending shivers through everybody ringside. The Lyger bomb causes the smaller man to arch his back, while shifting to his side screaming. As much respect as the behemoth has for his room mate, Richards drives forwards, pounces; then accomplishes an elbow to the base of the neck.

Covering for a possible pin fall, Lee only manages a two count before the shoulders come up. Bringing himself back to a standing position, Owen sucks for air, giving not only himself a chance to recover, but also his new friend. Soon both wrestlers are back to a standing position, a nod of respect exchanged between them. Locking up in the inevitable collar and elbow grapple, at first, Owen gets the advantage moving his large bicep to the neck locking Gabriel in a side headlock. Tensing his arm putting pressure on the neck and head, the Candian superstar shakes his upper body left and right trying to whiplash the neck. Being a basic sleeper hold, Solomon begins to fade, his body feeling heavy and almost limp in the arms of the middle weight wrestler. Lee grabs the arm of the aerialist, lets go and watches it drop harmlessly to Gabes side.

To Be Continued by Owen.

[O.R.]

Lee: ONE!

Carter latches onto the wrist of the Nevada Native once more and hoists it up into the air, Lee then drops his hand once more and watches on as Gabe's hand falls down toward the ground one more.

Lee: TWO!

Lee Carter for yet a third time grabs Gabe's wrist, holds it high up into the air, and drops it. This time however Gabe's hand remains in the air, looking almost statuesque.

Lee: THR...no, no TWO! Only two!

The mini crowd responds by clapping at Solomon's ability to avoid elimination, which at the same time seems to light a fire under the smaller combatant in the match. The Angelic Diablo places his forearm into the small of O.R.'s back and puts his entire body into it forcing Owen to break the hold and plow towards the ropes. Owen stops himself near the ropes and turns toward Gabriel who quickly juts his right foot at Owen who manages to catch it, the man in black then uses his own momentum to shove off of his free foot and fly into the air where he lands a flush kick into the side of The Canadian's head which knocks him for a loop and sends him back first onto the canvas.

Gabe quickly goes for the cover but barely manages a two when the ref notices Owen's arm draped over the bottom rope. Lee signals rope break to Solomon who lightly pounds the mat and gets to a stand followed closely behind by his opponent, Owen Richards. Rather than rush Gabe and possibly end up on the mat once again, Owen makes his opponent come to him which works in his favor. Gabe bolts towards Owen who grabs him by the shoulders and whips him sideways forcing him back first into the corner. Owen quickly slices through the air with the ridge of his hand and connects with a shot that sends an echo throughout the nearly empty hall getting the small crowd riled up. Owen delivers another knife edge and backs out of the corner, allowing Gabe to leave the corner.

Owen waits until Gabe is well away from the corner, he then hoists him high into the air in suplex position. Gabe, seeing a chance for a big move, kicks his feet and throws off his balance, allowing him to fall to the ground like a meteorite. Gabe lands on his back and forces the face of Owen down into the mat with a deft thud. Gabe then goes for a quick cover, Lee Carter sees this and quickly slides over into position near the two combatants where he checks Owen's shoulders.

TBC

[solomon]

One...

Lee checks the shoulders by sliding his hand on the canvas checking the shoulder.

Two...

Just as he brings his arm down, he notices out of the corner of his eye, a left boot on the bottom ropes. Jumping to a knee , he waves off the count, then he jumps back to a standing position.

Dragging Owen away from the ropes, Gabriel lift his opponent, to a sitting position. The Nebraskan then places his knee in Richards lower spine , grasping the Canucks chin. Instead of pulling straight back, Solomon wrenches the neck to the side. As Lee checks that it is a chin lock, and not a choke hold on the neck, you can hear the strain in Richards voice as the pain in the tendon becomes almost unbearable. In a single moment of clarity, Owen twists enough so his neck is straight, after a deep breath, he wriggles forward to remove the knee from his spine. Using his left arm, the Canadian wrestler grasps behind him, finds where he is looking for, then using his right arm manages to lift Gabe in a fire mans carry. Solomon letting go of the neck is flipped over before crashing to the canvas on his back, the kidney area taking the brunt of the force.

Some of the students watching offer encouragement, while others try to criticize that, they would of done better.

Stepping outside the ring to the apron, Owen lines up his target, and leans back while grasping the ropes. Watching his friend, who is now laying on his back, still feeling the pain to his lower back, now though a look on his face, as if no one is home. Concentrating on his current thought, O.R launches off the ropes, stretches out his right leg, then... BOOM !. A direct hit of the calf muscle of Owens leg to the sternum of he smaller opponent. Gabriel begins to writhe around in agony as Richards gets back to his feet, also a twinge of pain in his lower leg. Slightly limping, before running to the ropes, the man from Vancouver uses the ropes to build up momentum. Jumping at the last minute, Owen falls backwards landing spine first to the ribs and once again the sternum. With both men laying motionless exhausted and aching from head to toe, Lee sees the chance for a pin fall and kneels down checking the shoulders.

One...

Two...

Checks the shoulders.

Thr....

No ! ... Owen is thrown aside as Solomon kicks out, Both of the wrestlers taking a moment to gather their thoughts, as well as vital oxygen to their lungs. Before too long, both are however back to a standing position. A simple nod of respect again being exchanged between the room mates. Just as the small audience reaches a crescendo of excitement both superstars are brawling in the center of the ring. Left after right, the punches flow like water. Owens gets some good shots at the jaw and the cheek causing swelling and obvious bruising. Gabriel as well gets some positive blows in to the jaw and side of the cheek. With the punches not really getting anything achieved, Solomon drives a right boot, toe first to the lower ribs of the larger opponent. Screaming out in anguish at the unexpected blow, Owen doubles over awarding Solomon the chance he needs. Sprinting to the ropes close behind the sizable Brit, Gabriel springs off the ropes, somersaults, then is only just able to flip around in time to grab the rivals head and bring him screaming face first to the mat in a astonishing springboard bulldog. As Owens head ricochets off the canvas, he lets out a solemn holler of pain while squirming around clasping his jaw.

To Be Continued Owen.

[O.R.]

Gabriel scrambles hastily to a stand, his eyes remaining sternly fixated on his opponent, Owen Richards. He now slowly scans the ring, looking for something to keep himself in the lead. Owen now begins to stir and slowly rolls up to a kneeling position whilst rubbing the side of his face, and eying his friend.

The Angelic Diablo snaps forth and slings a buzz-saw like kick in Owen's direction, Owen thinks fast and drops to the side causing the foot of his roommate to whisk by his head. Owen, seeing Gabe staggering from the missed kick, pops up and rolls him up. Lee Carter slides into position, sees Gabriel's shoulders clearly down, and begins his count.

Lee: ONE!

Lee: TWO!

Lee Carter's hand moves towards the mat once more, a split second seems like an eternity to Gabriel Solomon who manages to bolt his shoulder off of the mat and break the hold getting yet another cheer from the fans. Owen smiles at this, liking the competition his friend is giving him. Richards get's to his feet and is followed seconds later by Gabe, the two men nod at one another and exchange a slap hands with one another before quickly backing away from one another not sure what the other might do.

Owen is the first to jump back into the action, hoping to catch Gabriel off guard. Owen charges at him but quickly learns the folly of his ways when The Salem Native takes a step towards him, leaves his feet, and pulls his right knee up into the air catching Owen just under the chin causing his head to snap back which dazes him. Owen manages to stay standing for a moment but in a matter of seconds the impact of the move gets to him, and finally forces him down to his back.

Gabe now grabs Owen's left foot with one hand, and his left wrist with the other, he then drags him parallel to the corner, setting him up for a high risk move. El Diablo now ascends the ropes with great haste, until reaching the mountain top so to speak. Once at the top Gabe looks over his shoulder, bunches the muscles in his legs, and leaps backwards completing a full rotation before landing chest first across Owen, landing in a perfect pinning position off of the Moonsault. This drives the tiny crowd nuts, the noise of the crowd spurs Referee Lee Carter into position to make another count.

Lee: ONE!...TWO...

TBC

[solomon]

Mustering his strength, from years of wrestling those potatoes crisp packets, Owen kicks off the smaller dude... mere milliseconds from a three count. A chorus of... " Oh so close !", is heard from the small audience. Disheartened, as much as astounded by the kick out, Gabriel sits up gazing around him in a daze of exhaustion. Owen, also feeling the effects of the match taking its toll gets to a knee, his right hand leaning on the canvas. With an audible grunt like noise, both take a Lung Full of air as they raise themselves to a standing position. Solomon feeling slightly more spent after his high risk move drops back to a knee. As he does so, Owen psyches himself up, runs at the ropes, then on the return slingshot, drops down with an outstretched arm impacting the sternum of the high risk taker. Ending with a slap of skin on skin, Richards nails Gabe with a picture perfect seated lariat. Gabriel yelling out obscenities to himself as his chest begins to redden as well as welt from the impact.

With even Lee cringing from the full weight of the Canadian impacting on the chest, the students and faculty watch in awe as the two room mates spare nothing in entertaining the onlookers.

With some of the students screaming out encouragement, Owen is eagerly back to his feet, but Gabriel lays still with his hand on his chest. Thinking of his finisher, Richards grabs the ankle of his foe, than drags him closer to the ropes. Resting his leg on the rope, Owen jumps, then lands with his full weight to the knee. Solomon grabs for his knee before rolling out of the ring to recoup. The Canadian takes the time to recover himself, as Lee begins to count.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...


Before he reaches five, Gabe using everything he has left scrambles to the apron favoring his unpunished left knee. Just as he reaches the apron, Owen strolls confidently to him, wraps his right forearm and bicep around his neck. Reaching over the ropes, Richards uses his free left hand to take hold of the top of Gabriels jeans. Taking a breath, the larger man hoists the cruiser weight to a vertical position. Stepping back a little displaying his impressive ability, he drops the opponent chest first to the top rope. Utilizing the momentum, as well as the rebound, Owen jumps backwards slamming Solomon spine first to the mat. Arching his back, the man from Salem cries out in agony as his nerves feel like they are all set on fire at once. Climbing to the top rope, Richards compiles a plan in his head, that will either be an epic success, or a most heinous failure.

Being the latter of thought, Owen launches off the top turnbuckle leaving the small fan club seated ringside to gasp in shock, as Gabriel from more luck than experience, moves out of the way. Crashing to the mat, his full weight on his hamstring Owen squirms around grasping the back of his leg. Leaning on his left knee Solomon heaves himself to a standing position. Looking at the carnage of the failed move, Gabe almost feels sorry for the larger athlete. However seeing his chance, the thought soon vanishes to his subconscious. Solomon limps near Owen, sits beside him and grabs holds of his arm, then pulls the left arm across his chest. Still seated behind Richards, Gabe then holds the other arm with his legs. Stretching the shoulders back in a crucifying position, Gabriel pulls back with all his weight hyper extending the elbow.

To Be Continued by Owen Richards.

[O.R.]

Owen grits his teeth and fights through the torrent of pain ripping through his arm, he then begins slowly shifting his body in Solomon's direction but is forced to drop back to the ground when Gabe sits slightly forward and pops backwards sending a jolt of pain through O.R.'s body. The Canadian Tech Wrestler grits his teeth and pounds his free fist into the ground beside him a few times, in an attempt to gather the sparse crowd's favor.

The crowd stirs a little, causing Owen to slowly inch his way towards the ropes. Owen somehow manages to rest the heel of his wrestling shoe on the rope causing the ref to quickly tap Gabe on the shoulder and insist he break the hold. Gabe sternly shakes his head no, not wanting to let up even slightly which prompts the ref to implement a count to break the hold.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOU...

As soon as four hits Lee Carter's lips Gabe quickly relinquishes his hold on Owen's arm and shrugs his shoulders before getting to his feet and pushing past the ref, and heading to mid ring. Owen, favoring his shoulder slightly, gets to a stand and shakes his arm a little trying to loosen it up a little. Owen and Gabe share a quick glance at one another before Owen slowly makes his way to Gabe, the two men continue to look at one another but the action isn't broken up very long when Gabe balls up his fist and slams it forward into Owen's shoulder. Owen stomps around the ring, pain surging through his shoulder from the sucker punch by his buddy, Gabe.

"Hey now, watch the closed fists!"

Lee Carter's words pass through one of Gabriel's ears and quickly passes right on through to the other, Solomon simply looks at Lee and mouths "Oops." As Gabriel turns back to face his opponent he is met with a closed right fist to the top of the forehead that catches him off guard, spins him around, and causes him to drop onto his face. Lee repeats the same warning to Owen who starts to say something but instead turns his attention back to his opponent. Owen now flips Gabe onto his back, drags him closer to the center of the ring and grabs his leg before wrapping it around his own leg and dropping to his back. With the Figure Four locked tightly in Owen leans onto his side and drops to his back a few times to maximize the pressure on Gabe's knee. Lee Carter marches over to Gabe, and takes a knee next to him.

"Do you want to give up Gabriel!?"

TBC

[solomon]

Amidst the agony inflicted on his right knee, Gabriel screams out," NEVER !". Gritting his teeth, attempting to fight the pain, Solomon sits up. Owen just looks at the smaller wrestler and gets a cheeky look as if to say.. " How do you like that ? ". With the pain in his right knee becoming so intense, Gabriel falls flat on his back. Having his shoulders down, Lee slides into position and begins to count.

One!...

TWO!...

Before he even attempts to throw his arm down for a three, Solomon is once again sitting up. Owen leaning on his arms, slightly twisting while falling backwards, attempts to put everything he can into the weakened knee for a submission. Lee occasionally getting as far as a two count every time Gabriel drops on his shoulders. Having had enough of the excruciating pain ripping through his leg, Gabe changes strategy. Closing his eyes, Solomon begins to recall the lessons from the Asian he met a few days ago. Taking a deep breath, Solomon begins to laugh uncontrollably, causing Owen in the confusion slightly to loosen the hold. Seeing his chance, Solomon twists to his right, not only taking vital pressure off his weakened knee, but also with the cheering of the small audience a chance at a reversal. Swinging his left arm, to not only pump adrenalin through his body, but also to gain momentum to turn over to his chest.

The shoe being on the other foot so to speak, both wrestlers now on their chest, Gabriel having reversed the figure four leg lock. The submission now working the legs of Owen, who begins to wave his arms, thumping the mat in severe agony, Lee making sure it is not a tap out. Even though both are completely exhausted, driven onwards now by nothing more than, one trying to best the other. A surge of energy spurring on Solomon, he claws and grasps at the canvas trying to drag them to the ropes. After what seemed like an eternity, the man from Nebraska finally reaches his target. Clasping at the lower rope, Gabe gets a firm hold of it, then uses it for leverage in the painful submission. Shaking wildly like a man possessed, Solomon swings off the rope applying extreme pressure to the hold. Lee not only disliking it, but also being against the rules, starts his count for an illegal use of the ropes.

Some of the small audience now begin a chant of, " You Suck !", because of the border line moves used by the aerialist athlete.

Mr. Carter reaches a four count, before Gabriel surrenders the hold. As both superstars separate, they each hold there twisted and tortured limbs. Pushing off the mat with there arms, the two buddies are back to their feet. The match having almost reached its peak of 30 minutes, is now just a slug fest, both completely drained and at the end of their endurance. Neither seemingly able to capitalize, until Owen out of nothing more than desperation, drives a left boot to the bread basket of Gabriel. Buckling over in half, followed by an oomph as all the air escapes his lungs, Solomon almost passes out. The only thing stopping him from falling over, is Mr. Richards who wraps his opponents right arm over his neck. Bending at the aching knees, the Canadian wraps his arms around the chest of Solomon in a bear hug. Taking a final breath, Owen pops his hips, lifts the agile smaller dude in a suplex style maneuver which ends with, Gabriel on his back, and Richards in a graceful Northern Lights Suplex. Mr. Carter once again slides into position, checks the hold, then checks the shoulders.

ONE!...

TWO!...

To Be Continued by Owen.