Azazel vs. Cobain vs. Lethal

[Lucas Lethal]

Lee Carter: That was one hell of a match you two, excellent job!

S.A.W official Lee Carter breaks the light applause from the students as Danny and Owen exit the ring following their match, a highly psychical and competitive match. As the applause dies down and a small silence fills the room, three particular individuals grow a little tense as they await the announcement by the official for the start of the next match. One of those individuals in particular, was Lucas Lethal. For tonight would be his debut in S.A.W. and Lucas really wanted to make a good first impression.

Lee Carter: So now, without further ado, let’s move onto our third match of the evening. A three way dance between Jacob Azazel, Corrin Cobain, and Lucas Lethal!

Taking a deep breath, Lucas rises from his chair and stretches his arms as he approaches the squared circle. A few sets of eyes fall upon Lethal as he makes his way toward the ring, Lucas trying his best to ignore any potential judging eyes; save for those of the trainers. For the judgment of his skills by his trainers was all that mattered to Lucas; he’d make his fellow students believe in his skills over time.

Lee Carter: Ah, entering the ring first is Lucas Lethal! Good luck in your first match Lucas.

Rolling into the squared circle, Lucas crosses to the middle of the ring to shake hands with Lee Carter before backing into the far corner and doing a few last minutes stretches while he awaits the entry of his opponents.

[AZAZEL, jakob]

Jakob slowly rises from his seat and unzips his hoodie. He stares right at Lucas and Lee as he removes it and places it back down on the chair. He walks towards the steps with a slightly cocky swagger. Jakob jogs up the steps, slapping three fingers on the steps, alternating between right and left hand respectively. He grabs the top rope and begins the walk across the apron and stares at Lucas. His attention shifts to Lee Carter and Azazel places his right palm on his head, after he got counted out last week once he clashed heads with his opponent, he knows he has to prove himself here tonight. Jakob bends down, creating torque in the rope and leaps - allowing the momentum of the rope propel him forwards into the ring where he lands on his feet.

•»Lee Carter«•
And second to stand up and enter the ring: Jakob Azazel who currently has one draw to his name. Good luck Jakob.

Jakob walks past where the officials are sitting and gives them a cocky wink. He turns and looks at Lethal and smirks. He offers him a handshake, before Lethal can react Jakob turns around and backs into the corner where he loosens up his joints and waits for Cobain.

[Lucas Lethal]

Feeling obviously disrespected by Jakob Azazel, Lucas Lethal waits eagerly for the arrival of the final competitor within this contest, Corrin Cobain. Several moments pass by with dull murmurs from the other students as Lee Carter looks around at those seated around the squared circle. Looking to the other trainers, many of them simply return Carter’s look with multiple shrugs. Finally, after several minutes have passed, Lee steps to center ring once again and hoists the microphone; both Azazel and Lethal locking eyes as they anticipate what is to come.

Lee Carter: Since Corrin Cobain can not currently be found, this match will officially change to a single’s match between Lucas Lethal and Jakob Azazel. Gentlemen, good luck.

Nodding to each trainee before he makes his way to the ring ropes, Lucas returns Carter’s gesture with a simple nod of his own; Lethal’s eyes remaining upon Jakob as Lee waves for the opening bell. Three quick successive chimes and a few weak cheers acknowledge the start of this contest, Azazel and Lethal slowly making their way to center ring to exchanging opening holds. The two competitors feel each other out for a few moments before finally engaging in a collar and elbow tie-up, Azazel taking advantage after several moments of a standoff. Shifting his body to the left and clasping his arms around Lucas’ head, Jakob traps the debuting trainee in a side headlock. Lethal struggles to free his head and fails, backing into the ropes and uses the propelling force to send his opponent across the ring. Stepping toward Azazel as he returns, whatever offense Lucas intends to use is quickly crushed as Jakob sends Lethal to the canvas with a hard shoulder block.

Come on Lucas, get your head in the game here. Can’t let this guy show you up!

Shooting a smile down at his temporarily grounded foe, Jakob backs to the ropes before bouncing back toward Lucas; Lethal rolling toward his oncoming foe and forcing Azazel to jump over him. Continuing with his momentum intact, Jakob rushes to the far side of the ring while Lucas rises quickly to meet his opponent head on. But with little time to prepare for an offensive maneuver, Lethal leaps into the air as a surprised Azazel ducks his head; Lucas leapfrogging over him easily. Landing upon his feet and spinning around before Jakob evens hits the ropes again, Lucas catches his foe off guard this time as he charges forward and brings Azazel down to the canvas with a stunning quick yet powerful short arm clothesline. Wasting hardly a half-second, Lethal quickly leaps into an early cover; Lucas perhaps hoping for a stunning victory.


ONE!


T-Kickout!


Ha, more than I thought I’d get! This guy will think twice about underestimating me now.

Jakob kicks out as many would expect him to, quickly and efficiently; both superstars scrambling up from the pin attempt. Each man makes it to their feet at the same time, Lucas flashing the tiniest of smiles to Azazel as the two look to engage in combat further.

TBC: Azazel or Cobain (Should he arrive.)

[AZAZEL, jakob]

As both men get to their feet Jakob lowers his defences and begins to rotate round the ring, Lucas imitates but he keeps his base much lower and far less relaxed than that of Jakob. Eventually Jakob slides down into a more defensible position leading to both Lucas and himself taking a step forward and, once again, engage in a collar & elbow tie up. Once again Jakob manages to slip his right arm around Lucas’ head and applies a headlock. Jakob begins to wrench at the head, perhaps trying to weaken the neck for a more effective submission hold. Lucas thrashes his arms about, trying to get a hold of something, when he realises he can’t, he locks his arms around Jakob’s gut and throws himself backwards, causing Jakob to land, unprotected, on his neck in a Belly to Back Suplex style manoeuvre. Jakob rolls onto his knees and, with his forehead on the mat, clutches the back of his neck and begins to kick his legs in vain attempt to get his attention somewhere other than his neck.

The judges that are sat at ring side applaud Lucas’ wherewithal to throw Jakob into that move and not to repeat himself by moving him to the ropes, however, the rest of the trainees look on , unimpressed.

Lucas gets to his feet, being quite a fit individual there isn’t any major signs of fatigue except some sweating on his brow and shoulders. Lucas moves in towards Jakob who is still on his knees, arched over and clutching at his neck. Lucas stands over him and places his left arm under Jakob’s chin, then, using his free right arm, pulls Jakob up to his feet and Lucas falls backwards dropping Jakob into a Reverse DDT. He quickly rolls over onto Jakob and grabs the outer leg of Jakob as Carter drops to the mat and begins the count.

One!
Two!

Jakob rolls a shoulder up and crawls to a corner as Lee signals that it was a two count. Lucas smiles as he begins to fully enjoy himself and pushes himself up to his feet with relative ease whilst Jakob uses the ropes to help him gain a vertical base. Lucas closes in on Jakob and raises his hands up as he is ready to grab Jakob, Azazel turns and utilises a well placed thumb to the eye to slow down Lucas’ momentum. Carter sees this and backs Jakob up into the corner and gives him a verbal warning, Jakob raises his hands and acts innocent as if he doesn’t know what Lee is talking about. Lee checks on Lucas who has dropped to his knees and has a hand covering his left eye. Jakob smirks as the staff at ringside shake their heads. Jakob rubs the back of his neck as Lucas nods to Lee’s questions and Lee gives the all clear for the match to continue. Lucas gets back to his feet, only to be doubled over by a stiff kick to the gut by Azazel, who then throws Lucas shoulder first into the ring post. On the rebound Jakob drops to his back as Lucas staggers backwards, holding and trying to soothe his right shoulder, Jakob places his right arm between Lucas’ legs and rolls onto his left shoulder then to one knee as he uses his free left hand to grab Lucas’ black trunks applying a school boy with some extra leverage, Carter – who is oblivious to this – drops once again to the mat and checks Lucas’ shoulders. Concluding that they are down on the mat Lee begins the count.

One!
Tw--

Lucas kicks his legs up, which creates enough momentum to throw Jakob up off him thus breaking the pin. Jakob gets to his feet once more as does Lucas. They both stare at each other before charging...

TBC: Lucas or Cobain (if he majestically appears)