Richards vs Azezal

[O.R.]

Sunday, June 20th
8:00 PM

The atmosphere at Larry Flynt's Hustler Club is tense, a small group of people gather, some of them here for the wrestling and some for...the "show." Jack Bradshaw stands in the middle of the ring, clad in the traditional garb of a ref, with mic in hand he looks on at the crowd.

Bradshaw: Welcome to The Solitary Academy of Wrestling's presentation of Superslam. Tonight we will only be having one match, so let's get to it! Introducing first, from Vancouver, British Columbia. He stands six feet one inch tall and weighed in this evening at two hundred and forty-three pounds, Owen "O.R." Richards!

Burn in my Light by Mercy Drive begins to play, the dancer on stage at this point in time changes her movements to match the song, this gets the male audience very worked up. Owen, standing up from his seat at the back of the room, takes one last drink of his milk and walks towards the ring. Owen remains focused on the ring, un-phased by the large amount of bare flesh around him. Upon reaching the ring Owen removes his plain white tank top and drops it in his corner before limbering himself up for the contest as his music fades out.

TBC
wrestlingacademy.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=trainee&action=display&thread=29 *My Contract*

[AZAZEL, jakob]

As Richards limbers up in the corner 'Ankle Deep Ocean' by Mozart Season starts up as most of the male attendees (and a couple of the female ones) keep a keen eye on the female dancers at the ramp. Behind the curtains Jakob takes a deep breath in and slowly breaths out. He throws the curtain to one side and steps out onto the ramp.

•»Jack 'The Hammer' Bradshaw«•
Entering the ring second, hailing from Durham in England, he stands in at six feet two inches and weighed in earlier this evening at two-hundred and forty pounds, Jakob Azazel!

Jakob looks around at the small crowd, and then turns his attention to the dancers, he smirks a little bit before walking down the ramp. As he walks, he puts his right index and middle fingers together and place them to his temple. He jogs up the steps, slapping each one as he goes before hopping over the top rope into the ring. He throws his arms out to the side before yelling out into the crowd. He winks at 'The Hammer' before unzipping his hoodie and dumping it to ring side. He stretches his legs and shoulders before crouching down in the ready position, opposite to Richards' corner, as he waits for the match to get on-the-way.

TBC Azazel's Contract

[O.R.]

Hammer gestures towards the two combatants, asking each if they are ready to proceed. Once he gets a positive response from both men Jack walks towards the ropes nearest the time keeper, leans over the top rope, and signals for the bell. The sound echoes through the strip club, as a few more people look towards the wrestling action Owen and Jacob both begin towards one another, each looking to score a victory.

Azezal strikes first, landing a crisp snapping kick to the inner thigh of Owen, causing him to stumble step backwards. Owen regains his composure and returns fire, he snaps forward and shoots his right forearm out in front of his body catching Jacob in the chest. Jacob wobbles back from the shot, but manages to stand his ground getting a slight pop from the crowd. Owen then initiates a collar and elbow tie up which Jacob quickly pushes his way out of, Owen then tries to shoot back at the Englishman but gets a chin full of bicep which knocks him to his back.

Working quickly off of his opponents downed state, Azezal quickly vines O.R.'s legs around his arm and struggles slightly to turn him over, Owen fights but in the end he is rolled onto his stomach and then the weight of his opponent forces it's way down onto his back causing a look of discomfort and slight anguish to cross his face. Owen grits his teeth and reaches out in front of him, the ropes a fingers length away. Owen strains, pushes himself as far forward as he can, and eventually collapses back down to the ground. Owen's failed attempt to get to the ropes gives Jacob a chance to further pull Owen towards mid ring, Jacob walks forward with his move still applied but this enables Owen to quickly shift himself onto his back and kick his legs forward, throwing Jacob back into the ropes allowing him just enough time to get back to a stand.

[AZAZEL, jakob]

OOC: Sorry I posted this quite late, but I've got exams and needed to revise :/ Not usually a fan of deadline bombing and I apologise to Owen for doing it.

Jakob’s chest is crushed by the top rope, quickly pressing all of the air out of his lungs. The torque in the ropes propels him backwards where he stumbles over his own feet and ends up falling backwards, the momentum carrying his legs over his neck as he rolls, dazed, to his feet. His balance still rocked, Azazel drops backwards into the awaiting arms of Richards, who hoists his opponent into the air and drills his shoulders down into the mat with a German Suplex. Richards doesn’t keep the bridge and quickly gets to his feet as his opponent lays motionless on the mat. Richards delivers a few straight kicks to Jakob’s face before running into the ropes, he flings both his feet in the air, and tucks his arms into his chest before he comes crashing down, back-first, on the chest of the unfortunate Jakob who is now clutching his upper ribs, having the wind knocked out of him for the second time in the match. Richards rolls over and crawls into a cover, Jack drops to the mat and begins the count.

One!
Tw-

Jakob has the ring presence to put his left foot on the bottom rope, and Jack’s ringmanship spots this immediately. Richards gets up off the cover and delivers a couple of close fist mounted punches to Jakob’s head before getting to his feet. Owen takes his left hand and wipes the sweat away from the top of his brow. He points to the top turnbuckle and gets a bit of a pop from the attendees who are now beginning to get into the match. Owen exits through the middle and top ropes and walks across the apron. He climbs to the top rope in reasonably decent time before standing up tall on the top rope. He spreads his arms wide as he waits for Jakob to get to his feet. Jakob slowly rolls onto his stomach and manages to push himself up to one knee. His left arm is sprawled across his lower ribs and you can plainly see the pain his ribs are in. Through sheer grit and determination Jakob pulls himself to both feet and turns around. Owen makes a tremendous leap from the turnbuckle and turns his body onto the side, Jakob’s automatic reaction is to leap up into the air and extend both his legs. Richards dives straight into an Azazel dropkick which catches him in the stomach. The Englishman smiles as Richards rolls around on the mat clutching his stomach. He rolls onto his left knee and pivots so he is facing the Canadian. He stands up and runs towards him before leaving his feet and crushing Richards’ face and neck to the mat with his leg. Jakob gets back to his feet as his opponent is laid out on the mat, he grabs his legs and wraps them around his left leg, wedging them in the back of knee and around the shin. After applying two stiff kicks to the side of Richards, Jakob bends down and pulls on his arms. Richards body is pulled from the mat for roughly three agonising seconds as he screams out in pain. A sick smile grows across Jakob’s face as a violent sparkle appears in his eyes. He lifts his right foot off of the mat and stamps down hard on the back of Richards head, driving his face straight down into the mat. Tasting victory, Jakob wedges his foot underneath Richards shoulder and kicks him over onto his back. Believing Owen to be out of it, Jakob doesn’t attempt to add any leverage and simply places a foot onto the chest of Richards who is sprawled out on the mat. Once again, ‘The Hammer’ drops to the mat to begin the count.

One!
Two!
Thr-

To the sheer astonishment of Jakob and the fans Owen manages to roll a shoulder up causing a huge pop from the crowd who are getting desperately behind Richards. Jakob puts his two fingers to his temple as he did earlier in the evening, and pulls Richards up to his feet by the hair, getting a warning from Jack which he simply ignores. Once Richards is on his feet he turns him around and places his own legs between his opponent’s legs. He stands up, hoisting Richards up with him as it appears that Jakob’s is going to go for his finishing manoeuvre ‘To Kill a Mocking Bird’. Jakob’s smiles as he thrusts Owen up, but loses control of his opponent as Richards manages to shift his weight and safely land on his feet behind him. Richards drops to the mat and rolls Azazel over, instead of keeping the pin which Bradshaw drops down for, Richards moves up to his feet and locks Jakob’s legs in a ‘4’ formation, placing his arm through the created gap. Richards forces Azazel over onto his stomach and leans forward applying a huge amount of pressure on Jakob’s legs and lower back. Jakob grabs the hair on the back of his head and buries his face in the mat as he tries to drown out his own screams of pain. He firmly places his hands on the mat and pushes up, not relieving the pain at all. Screaming he crawls towards the bottom rope, bringing Richards along with him. He reaches out, just finger tips away from the bottom rope, Azazel withdraws his hand. He regains some composure and lunges forwards again, just as his hand is about to make contact with the rope, rather maniacally Richards takes three steps back, pulling Jakob with him, and drops to the mat himself, applying a body scissors on the unfortunate Azazel as the tide of the match has completely turned against him. The crowd roars out, just waiting for the end of the match, and the new fan favourite to seal victory against the English competitor.

[O.R.]

Jakob's hand hovers above the mat, his body racked with pain, thoughts of submitting to the intense pain enters his mind. Just when it looks as though he is going to tap he shrugs off the pain and tries valiantly to roll himself over with no luck. The Canadian Superstar, sensing Azezal could tap at any given moment clamps down with his legs and leans back getting a muffled scream from his opponent who buries his face into his arms. The Hammer, positioned right next to Jakob, asks if he is going to tap, Jakob unwilling to answer verbally shakes his head no and once again tries to crawl forward making very little progress. Owen sees his opponent has way more fight left than he though and quickly breaks the hold, opting to pursue other options for the time being. The Durham Native rolls to his back and favors his right knee for a moment before slowly pulling himself to a stand and hobbling towards an intense Owen Richards.

Owen notices Jakob Aezal's state and backs up for a moment, allowing him to regain a little feeling in his leg. This would prove to be a mistake though, Azezal takes full advantage of Owen's kindness and rushes Owen, thrusting a big right foot into his chest before he could mount a defensive posture. O.R. tumbles over the top rope and falls to the floor below, landing in a heap next to the apron causing the pro O.R. crowd to jeer and hiss at him. The Englishman shrugs his shoulders and flashes a cocky grin at the crowd riling them up even more as he slowly struts his way over to the ropes. Azezal grabs hold of the top rope with both hands and waits patiently for Owen to rise to his feet, an unaware Owen Richards does just that, as soon as he looks up he sees the body of Jakob Azezal sailing at him from inside the ring and has only time to bring his arms up which does little to cushion the blow of Azezal's body making full contact with him.

With both wrestlers on the ground outside of the ring Jack Bradshaw starts a slow count. As the ref counts higher and higher the two men begin to slowly stir, Jakob is the first to his feet, rolling slowly under the bottom rope just long enough to break the count and then getting back to the outside of the ring where he assists Owen to his feet before throwing him violently into the nearby ring poll. Owen crashes into the metallic structure, a loud clang resonating throughout the strip club as he makes contact. Seeing Owen favoring his left shoulder Azezal rushes over and begins stomping heavily down on it causing O.R. to cry out in agony. Owen's anguish, like music to Azezal's ears, only drives Jakob to stomp harder and faster. Jakob eventually stops, but only because Jack Bradshaw's count is nearing the the count of ten once again. Jakob lifts the two hundred and forty-three pound frame of Owen Richards up, rolls him into the ring, and follows quickly behind him before going for a quick cover.[/i]

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

At the last conceivable second Jack sees the foot of Owen Richards making contact with the bottom rope breaking up Azezal's pin attempt. Jakob protests the rope break, going as far as to question the speed of Jack Bradshaw's count. The Hammer, not one for disrespect, threatens Azezal with a DQ which halts any further protest by The English Superstar. Azezal turns back to Owen, who is at this point kneeling next to the ropes, he walks towards him and is quickly caught off guard by Owen who leaps up and grabs Azezal by the shoulders before whipping him into the corner. Owen pulls his arm back and then slashes forward through the air landing a stinging knife edge on Azezal who kicks his feet wildly and clutches his chest. Owen forces Jakob's arms out of the way and quickly lands another chop, this one pisses Jakob off prompting him to grab Owen and quickly reverse positions with him, where he lands a quick chop of his own. Jakob then climbs up to the middle rope and rains down a series of punches into the forehead of Owen, the crowd counting along with each shot.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

...TEN!

After his tenth shot Jakob Azezal drops down from the ropes and moves out of the way, allowing Owen Richards to stumble out of the corner where he gets to almost the middle of the ring and falls flat on his face. Jakob positions himself in the corner and crouches down, using the top rope to steady himself. As soon as Owen gets to his knees Jakob explodes out of the corner and lands a leg kick on Owen before transitioning it into an armbar getting a pop from the, normally, pro Owen Richards crowd. Owen pounds on Azezal's legs but this has no effect. Jack "The Hammer" Bradshaw rushes over and asks Owen Richards if he wants to quit but immediately gets a no from The Vancouver Born Grappler. Owen's refusal to tap out to his move only spurs Jakob on, getting him to bear down on Richard's arm even harder causing Owen to feel as though his shoulder is nearing dislocation. The only thing keeping Owen from tapping then is there is the chants off "OWEN! OWEN! OWEN!" from the Hustler Club patrons.

TBC

[AZAZEL, jakob]

Jakob desperately wrenches at his opponents arm, determined to either dislocate the joint of get the victory. With an impressive display of strength, Richards manages to fight through the pain and bend his arm, just enough for him to bring his free arm up and clasp hold of his hand, thus stopping Jakob’s armbar. Azazel repeatedly wrenches back, trying to break Richards grip and so changes his game plan and simply repeatedly drives the heel of his boot into the side of Richards head, much to the disdain of ‘The Hammer’ who begins to count to five.

One!
Two!
Three!
Four!

Just as Jack goes to signal the disqualification Azazel breaks the hold and stands up, yelling at the Ref “I have ‘til five!” Seeing this as a sign of disrespect, Bradshaw clenches his huge right fist and contemplates knocking Azazel down for the count but decides against it. He points to his referee badge and once again threatens to disqualify Jakob for not co-operating with the referee’s calls. Jakob raises his hands and thrust them to his side, blatantly ‘dissing’ Jack. He turns and begins to walk to the now bloody Richards after a kick from Jakob popped him in the nose. Jakob bends down to pick him up, but Richards sends his forearm straight into the gut of the Durham Native, followed by another, and another. Richards quickly snaps to his feet and drives his shoulder into Jakob’s gut, he clasps his hands around Jakob’s waist and snaps backwards, arching his body and drilling Jakob down into the mat. Jack drops down and counts at a controversially faster speed than usual.

One!
Two!
Thre-

Somehow Jakob manages to lift his own, and his opponents frame off of the mat by arching his own back. He screams out due to the pressure on his legs before his right knee buckles and Richards comes crashing down on top of Jakob, his left elbow smashing into Azazel’s temple. A glazed over look comes to Azazel’s eyes as he hopelessly stares past the ceiling of the Hustler Club. Ever the sportsman Richards backs off, allowing Jack ‘The Hammer’ to check on the arrogant trainee. Richards uses this opportunity to check his own shoulder and wipe the blood from his face. Jakob rolls to his side and shakes his head whilst blinking rapidly, he place his finger on his eye lids and gently rubs them. Rather stupidly, Azazel sits up and Jack allows the match to continue. The match being on the way once again Owen sprints forwards and drops into a devastating Seated Lariat that almost takes Azazel’s head off. A chant begins in the crowd of ‘That was awesome!’ and ‘Come on Owen’ followed by a magnitude of rhythmic clapping. As Owen moves towards his opponent, Jakob rolls out of the ring which garners the entire arena to explode in a round of boos. Jakob shakes his head on the outside before thrusting his arm up and clamping his other hand down on his forearm basically saying a big ‘Up Yours’ to the crowd. Owen, being a more sporting competitor doesn’t take this too lightly and sprints into the ropes, carrying this momentum forward from the rebound he sprints towards Jakob on the outside and slides across the mat and out the ring, but not before firmly planting two feet in Azazel’s back which sends him into the crowd. Jack starts the count as Owen heads into the crowd after Azazel. He sends Jakob back to ringside at the count of five then rolls back into the ring in order to break the referee’s count before rolling back to ringside. He uses Jakob’s tights in order to pull him to his feet and sends him into the ring. Instead of sliding in, Owen uses the stairs up to the apron and steps in through the top and middle ropes. He drops on top of Jakob.

One!

And Jakob quickly gets a shoulder up, obviously there was not enough impact in the move and Richards took too much time going for the pin. Owen picks Azazel up and plants his boot into Jakob’s gut. He applies a light facelock before throwing Azazel’s arm over his neck and shoulders. Grabbing the tights, the Vancouver born wrestler heaves the British competitor into the air. Holding him there for a few seconds as to allow all the blood to flow into Jakob’s head, Owen smiles before dropping back and slamming Jakob back first into the mat. However, on the way down, Azazel’s left foot managed to catch Jack ‘The Hammer’ in the temple and took him down, Richards notices this and goes to check on him. Being the opportunist that he is, and noticing there is no referee to call a decision Jakob slithers up behind his opponent and thrusts is bicep up into the groin of his opponent. Richards closes his legs and falls to the side, holding his manhood. Azazel laughs slightly at this as he rolls under the bottom rope to ringside. He leans over the audience banner and grabs one of the free seats in the crowd and folds it up. He throws it over the top rope and into the ring before following it by sliding in under the bottom rope like the devious snake that he is. Jakob sets up the chair in the middle of the ring and moves back to his opponent. He once again ties his left leg up with his opponent’s legs and pulls back on the arms. This time, however, he manages to turn Richards’ body so his face hangs precariously over the set up chair. Jakob shakes his free right leg after slightly buckling the knee earlier in the match and raises it up to the back of Owen’s head. Jakob looks around the arena as the crowd hiss and boo and Richards violently shakes his head. The violent smile once more comes across his face as he pulls his foot back and stamps down viciously, driving Owen’s face down into the chair. Losing his balance, Jakob falls forwards and grabs the top rope for balance. He smiles and looks around the arena. He wants the match to end. He wants to finish it now. He walks over to the Canadian wrestler and kicks the chair out of the ring as to get rid of any ‘evidence’ of his illegal actions. He grabs Owen’s hair, and drags his thumb across his throat in a cutthroat motion, exciting a chorus of boos from the majority of the crowd. For the second time in the match Jakob turns his opponent around and places his head between their legs before heaving the two hundred and forty three pound dead weight of Owen Richards up on his shoulders. Jakob can feel the strain on his right knee as he prepares ‘To Kill a Mocking Bird’.

[O.R.]

Azezal steadies his shaky legs, tosses Owen off of his shoulders, and catches him with a vicious German Suplex as he begins to fall. Knowing in his mind the match is all but over, Azezal scampers quickly over to Owen's prone body and covers him. A few brief moments pass and no Bradshaw, Azezal looks up to see him still laying on the mat from the previous encounter. Azezal makes a mock count himself.

One!

Two!

Three!

Azezal becomes enraged, knowing full well the match should be over, knowing HE should be the victor, partying it up with the lovely ladies at Larry Flynt's Hustler Club. In a fit of rage Jakob leaves the cover and stampedes towards Hammer, he bends down and in a obvious sign of disrespect, slaps Jack Bradshaw in the back of the head. Jack shows no signs of coming to and is once again slapped in the back of the head by Azezal which brings him slowly around. Azezal starts to go for yet another harsh slap but his hand is caught in mid air by Ref, Jack Bradshaw, who twists Azezal's arm and shoves him away. Owen, positioned behind the other two men, quickly rolls Jakob up. Jack slowly crawls over towards the pin attempt on his hands and knees, cautiously checks Jakob's shoulders, and then starts to make the count.

ONE!

TWO!

As soon as Bradshaw strikes the mat for his second time Jakob, more stunned than hurt, kicks his legs and forces Owen Richards to break the pin. The crowd gasps, and then begin stomping their feet trying to will the competitors to push the match harder, and faster. Owen sits back on his knees and takes a deep breath, looks on at Jakob who is scrambling to a vertical base, and gets to a stand himself. The two competing forces, both having the same idea, burst towards one another and lock up, the two wrestlers struggle with one another, neither one seeming to have the advantage. Owen and Jakob force away from one another and circle around one another. Jakob takes advantage of the situation and whips Owen into a nearby corner. Azezal smiles his wicked smile and bulldozes towards Owen and launches his entire body into the air, crashing into him a few seconds later. The impact sends shock-waves through the strip club and the audience begins to buzz, not knowing if the man they have been behind the entire match will be able to pull a win. The Durham Born Athlete pulls Owen out of the corner and watches him fall to the ground, he then takes his time to slowly ascend the ropes stopping once he reaches the top, in what has to be a show of pure instinct Owen pops to his feet, leaps onto the top rope, and hits Azezal with a belly to back shaking the ring violently.

A huge pop is heard for Owen Richards, the audience in awe of the spectacular Avalanche Belly to Belly suplex. The move seems to have taken it's toll on both wrestlers, both of them laying motionless on the ground. Jack Bradshaw checks on the two men, not wanting a long pause in the action he now uses his standing ten count. Neither man makes much effort to get to their feet until around the count of six, Owen crawling in one direction, Jakob in the other. Jack hits eight when the two men both pull themselves up with help from their respective corners. Jack calls for a pause in the action, checks on Jakob, and then starts to check on Owen but gets cut off by Jakob who blows past him and catches Owen off guard with a punch to the jaw causing him to slump slightly in the corner. Jack now wedges himself in between Owen and Jakob. Jakob tries in vain to get back at Owen but gets pushed back to mid ring by Jack Bradshaw who drops his docile ref act and begins yelling in Azezal's face. Azezal chest bumps Jack, the two men's heads pressing into one another, both men yelling at the other.

Owen, having had time to shake off the cheap shot from Azezal, thanks in no small part to Jack Bradshaw, leaves the corner and reaches the argument just as it's about to come to a head, he sees Jakob cock back his fist and rushes him, grabbing his arm and taking him to the ground where he lands two elbow shots to Azezal's chin before standing back up. Owen then hops into the air and aims himself at Azezal who simply rolls to the side and allows his opponent to crash into the ground below. Owen instantly regrets his actions and rolls back and forth on the ground clutching his chest in pain. Azezal chuckles to himself and gets to a stand with Owen Richards in tow. Azezal hoists his opponent onto his shoulders and turns slightly to the side before falling to his side and driving the top of Owen's head into the ground with a vicious thud. Owen looks up at the lights as Jakob crawls on top of Owen. Bradshaw slides to a prone position and quickly starts to count.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

Owen musters up enough energy to break the pin attempt and gets the fans hopped up. This really gets under Azezal's skin, he pounds his right hand into the ground two or three times before rising to a stand and driving the point of his wrestling boot into Jakob's ribs until he is physically pulled away by Jack Bradshaw. Jakob composes himself and takes a deep breath before turning his attention back to Owen. Owen, now back to a stand, staggers towards the ropes and rests his back against the top rope, seeing Jakob charging him like a mad man Owen drops to the ground and pulls down the top rope making Azezal go flying over the top rope where he tumbled down to the ground below.

TBC