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PostSubject: Re: MATCH 4.) Chris Dolmeth w/ Jakob Azazel vs. Dwight Lights   MATCH 4.) Chris Dolmeth w/ Jakob Azazel vs. Dwight Lights EmptySat Jan 17, 2015 11:57 pm

The bell tolls to kick off this rather interesting match between Dwight Lights and Chris Dolmeth, putting power against power and both men waste no time in charging from their corners and tangling into a fierce tie-up.  With a size advantage of over seventy five pounds, Dolmeth is expected to dominate, proving this by pushing Dwight into the corner with ease, Dwight throws his hands up clearly sending the message to the referee who intervenes and Dwight shouts “STOP!” at the Englishman, who interestingly complies with zero facial expression, staring back at Dwight with a blank, yet unsettling glare and Dwight carefully steps back into the ring and slowly raises his arm high, inviting Dolmeth into a Greco Roman Lace.  Dolmeth isn’t fooled, pointing firstly at Dwight’s hovering hand and then down to his boot, mouthing “Try to kick me and I’ll snot you” and Dwight, nodding in agreement, brings things back to his Greco Roman invitation and Chris is all too willing to oblige, slowly closing his hand around Dwight’s, whilst keeping a stern watch on things, and the fans cheer as the pair then mutually push and we have a wrestling contest!!!

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"Break his back!!  Make him humble!"

Dwight seemingly keeps his end of the bargain, with no shin-kicks or cheap-shots in sight as he applies intense pressure on his much larger foe, Just as before, it doesn’t take long for the obvious cracks to show and the size differences bleed out of the pair immediately, having had enough of Dwight’s efforts, Dolmeth tightens his grip around Dwight’s hands and squeezes them hard, bringing Dwight down to one knee at first with a spirit bomb of pressure before shoving him to the mat on his back, the quick-thinking Dwight monkey-flips and Dolmeth is thrown to his feet, rolling Dwight with him and we are back to the standup!  The crowd is impressed and show it with applause, as the standup quickly turns into a Bearhug as the thickset Englishman lifts Dwight into the air and throttles him left and right.

The crowd watch on impressed with the classic ragdolling, proving the fact that people still love the shit out of a good ol' Bearhug.

Joey Miles
"Break his back!!  Make him humble!"

We cut ringside to Jakob Azazel making accordion-like gestures and with glints of approval in his wild eyes momentarily, before going back to the Bearhug, which looks absolutely brutal and Dwight begins to claw at Dolmeth’s face, pushing his head back as Azazel stops and begins shaking his head quickly, and with one bell-clap Dwight stuns Dolmeth senseless, with two he frees himself from the big man’s grasp and drops to the mat,  Fumbling with the ‘ball’ Chris vigorously shakes his head, trying to conquer the daze however the Houdini-esque Dwight has worked his magic, and it’s now time for his next trick… an Enzuigiri to the back of Dolmeth's skull and Chris stumbles into a collapse against the ring ropes, bouncing back with literally a spring in his step to boot Dwight Lights in the cheekbone, knocking the Lit star flat.

The crowd pops given the sheer ferocity of Dolmeth’s comeback, despite his choice of friends in Jakob Azazel.

Joey Miles
"YOU CAN DO IT! KICK HIS FREAKING HEAD OFF!!!"

Chris Dolmeth, the Terrifying Englishman, down on one knee in a daze, blinks over to Dwight Lights, who is on his cheek staring blankly past the camera, Chris crawling over to Dwight and dropping on him with a cover.  One Two!  Dwight refuses to be put away that easy, kicking out just on the second count and Dolmeth simply stands back up, pulling Dwight up onto both feet along with him and striking him with a big chop to the chest, tumbling Dwight into the corner, charging toward him and slamming him against the corner with a body avalanche, the whole ring shakes in testament to the power and Lights staggers right back into the path of a discus spin, Dolmeth’s jeaned leg swinging through the air like a baseball bat and Dwight only just ducks, forced to complete his rotation given the momentum, Dolmeth bumps against the corner of the ring and this small error of judgment, or complacent confidence, gives Dwight just the breathing room he needs, to jump at Dolmeth and clobber him with a forearm, taking him by the neck and slamming him head-first into the corner, ramming him repeatedly with back elbow after back elbow, the excitement building up with Dwight becoming increasingly more intense, Dwight roaring dramatically as he takes a few steps into the middle of the ring, turning on his heels and charging at darts forward at Dolmeth, leaping at him with a crowd favourite stinger splash, Dolmeth shuffles aside at the very last second and Dwight smacks into the turnbuckles, practically offering himself up on a silver platter for Chris Dolmeth to trap him up in a Full Nelson and thrust him overhead with a Dragon Suplex, Dwight crashing down on his neck and shoulders, rested on all fours dramatically!  Dwight Lights can only shake his head in reaction, struggling to push himself back upon his feet as Dolmeth reaches down and plucks him up and drags him to his feet by the head and neck, stunning him with a headbutt and Dwight staggers backwards, clutching the nearby ring ropes to support himself only Dolmeth takes Dwight in both hands yet again, glaring right through him before headbutting Dwight a second time only Dwight, desperate, lunges forward and head butts Dolmeth, beating him to the punch, or headbutt rather, Dolmeth reels backwards and drops to bended knee and Dwight, rushes at him yet Dolmeth musters enough senses to push Dwight up from the mat into a flapjack, ever the survivalist Dwight twists to snatch Dolmeth in a headscissors and flips him through the air with a surprise Hurricanrana!  Dolmeth scatters across the mat and has enough sense to roll ringside for some much needed recovery time, and Dwight, suddenly motivated, darts for the far set of ring ropes, coming back and leaping through the ring ropes with a suicide dive!

The crowd bursts into cheer as both ferocious competitors slam into the ring barricade and fall to the arena floor.

Joey Miles
"Splat!  Jesus Christ, that was brilliant!"

Both men groggily crawl to their feet from their hands and knees, with Dwight obviously faster on his, going straight for quick knee lifts  only to be gripped at the face and skulled into the outer face of the ring-post, Dolmeth taking Dwight and slinging through the air into a crash on top of, and right off, the Mexican announce table.  Dolmeth glares at the referee, saving himself with a quick roll inside the ring only to roll right back out, kicking aside objects in his path and excavating Dwight from the debris of fallen chairs and scattered paperwork, picking up Dwight and pulling him into position for a Powerbomb only the presence of Behemath changes the plans Dolmeth takes his hands off Dwight for a split second, just enough for Dwight to drag him by the jeans and swing him face-first into the edge of the ring apron! The act of desperation gives Dwight enough time to collect himself, groggily pushing up onto his feet as the referee checks on Dolmeth, Dwight rearing his head back only to be abruptly blasted in the face with a flock of pigeons, courtesy of Jakob Azazel and a velvet cloth!  Dwight Lights falls back flailing his arms wildly, as Azazel’s feathered friends frantically whiz past him in a panic-stricken cluster, leaving behind one confused referee and a recovered Chris Dolmeth, who charges toward Dwight with a quick spin and ‘kisses that motherfucker goodnight’ with a brutal KTMFG rolling elbow, little did Dolmeth know, Dwight had seen him coming and was countering with a spin of his own to clobber Dolmeth with his Illuminati rolling elbow and bones clash, with both Dwight and Dolmeth down for the count, the referee counts to ten and this match is over.  And the show goes on!

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"Uuummm…"

Joey Miles
"Whaaaat?  What kind of bullshit is this??  To hell with this shit I demand a refund as a fucking commentator!"
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