Due: Saturday, August 17th at 11:59PM EDT (UTC -4 Hours)

The bell tolls in the distance and both Drake and Dwight get straight to business, circling around one another in the centre of the ring with perfect symmetry.   The two young lions measure one another with glares of absolute intensity as they slowly close the gap between them before ferociously clashing with a collar and elbow tie-up, backing against the ropes nearby and rolling across them in a battle of strength, though Drake is able to gain the upper hand first, forcing Dwight into the corner behind him, rearing back his hand to chop Dwight however Dwight barges Drake backwards with a shove!  This doesn’t sit well with Drake, and the Demolitionist shoves Dwight right back, Dwight Lights then SLAPS Drake in the face, producing a distinct “OOOOOH!!!” from the crowd as Drake stumbles back in surprise, regaining his footing with a chuckle, shaking his head before ‘seriousing’, spinning back and clobbering Dwight with a lightning quick BOOT to the face, knocking Dwight through the ropes and to the outside!

Ted Cedar –
“Drake Dysfunction with a boot to the head and Dwight Lights is thrown to the outside of the ring!  Drake Dysfunction is clearly not in the mood tonight .”

Adam Dennis -
“Drake Dysfunction is one of the most intense motherfuckers on the planet.  You can’t just slap him in the face and expect it to not come back on you.

Dwight manages to land on both feet and stumbles back against the crowd barricade, while back in the ring Drake had already made a break for the ropes, bouncing back and zeroing in on Lights on the outside, dashing for a suicide dive, but Dwight throws himself forward, grasping hold of the ropes with a jumping high kick, Drake fakes the suicida and to instead spring backwards instead, looking to improvise and catch Dwight with a baseball slide, Dwight Lights rears back his head to dodge the bullet, pulling the rest of Drake’s body to the outside and firing off a flurry of left hands, answered by Drake with a flurry of his own and both Drake and Dwight trade blows on the outside.  Dwight Lights wins over the scuffle with a quick knee, taking Drake by the wrist and slinging him at the steel steps with an irish whip, the ever nimble Drake leaps over the aluminium like a track athlete, Dwight Lights gives chase but Drake puts his best foot forward and swiftly dropkicks the stairs right into Dwight’s path, putting Dwight;s pace to an abrupt halt before Drake clips Dwight with a stiff roundhouse kick, sending Dwight into a spin.  “ONE!!!” the referee exclaims, a friendly reminder from the official that the count-out rule still applies

Ted Cedar –
“Drake Dysfunction with a boot to the head to get this crowd going quickly, Drake holding no punches back… or kicks for that matter in this instance.  Something tells me this is gonna be good.”

Adam  Dennis -
You know something Ted, some of the guys in the back have been bringing this match up, from what I heard there is definitely some bad blood between these two guys for whatever reason, very fresh bad blood apparently, I think this is more than just any ordinary match, I think we are in for something more tonight, I don’t know

Dig fires off a flurry of left hands, answered by Drake with a flurry of his own and both Drake and Dwight trade blows on the outside.  Dwight Lights wins over the scuffle with a quick knee, taking Drake by the wrist and slinging him at the steel steps with an irish whip, the ever nimble Drake leaps over the aluminium like a track athlete, Dwight Lights gives chase but Drake puts his best foot forward and swiftly dropkicks the stairs right into Dwights path, Lights bowling over them dramatically.  “ONE!!!” the referee exclaims, a friendly reminder from the official that the count-out rule still applies having the upper hand however Drake takes Dwight from the mat regardless and smashes him in the face with a forearm for good measure, taking Dwight for a spin before propelling him against the stairs spine-first, “TWO!!” the referee shouts, his voice of authority diminished by the groan of anguish as Dwight Lights cries out, Drake snatching Dwight by the neck and peeling him onto his feet, but Dwight Lights furiously clubs his way back into the fight “THREE!” the ref chants, his tone beginning to change .


Ted Cedar –
“The official beginning to stress the fact that these two men need to get back into the ring, things are becoming very intense very quickly…”

“FOUR!”  as neither Dwight or Drake seem to be paying any attention, Dwight hacking Drake with a back elbow to knock him towards the announcers table, “FIVE!!”  Dwight Lights charges at Drake with the forearm cocked, Drake tipping Dwight Lights over his head and onto the top of the announce table “SIX!!!” Dwight handstands, freefalling back and snaking his boots around Drake’s neck, Drake’s first instinct is to swivel Dwight through the air in a makeshift giant swing, unintentionally thrusting himself across the mat with a surprise HEADSCISSORS takedown!  Drake Dysfunction, having been scattered across the thin rubber mats, propping himself up in a defiant push-up, shakes off the daze and gazes back at The Brightest Man In Wrestling rushing toward him, Dwight ploughing into his face with a sliding forearm smash or, to be particular, Masato Tanaka’s Sliding D!!!

Ted Cedar –
“ What a carnival ride!  An amazing maneouvre from Dwight Lights and Drake is thrown across the floor… what are we watching here, this is something else.”

Adam  Dennis -
“High octane action right here, I can honestly say I was not expecting to be so engaged in this one, just wow right from the bell.”

Dwight Lights takes Drake by the neck and dumps the bewildered Demolitionist into the ring, skipping upon the apron he grasps the ropes tightly looking to flip over them and across Drske with a hilo but Drake somersaults backwards, leaving Dwight to touch base with the mat and clumsily roll to his feet and Drake charges with a mighty roar and dropkicks Dwight Lights right in the chest! Dysfunction seizes the moment, looking to capitalise whilst Lights is winded on the mat, snagging Dwight Lights for his deadly Clincher submission, bridging his body back over Dwight’s but Lights, in a panic, rolls sideways almost immediately, grinning as he suddenly is pinning Drake to the mat with his body weight, taking Drake completely by surprise!

Ted Cedar –
“What’s this?!!”

Adam Dennis –
“Slippery little sucker isn’t he!:

1!!!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Ted Cedar –
“That was certainly unexpected! Dwight Lights just stole the win here!”

“HERE IS YOUR WINNER… DWIGHT LIGHTS!”



And the show goes on.