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 |  Subject: Re: 1.) Show Opener: Dwight Lights vs. Obie Hansen Sun Oct 27, 2013 12:47 am | |
| - Caine wrote:
- DING...DING...DING!!!
The bell tolls in the distance and the crowd are thrilled to pass the point of no return, with the first ring action of King Of Xtreme officially under-way. Obie Hanson nervously adjusts the zipper of his tracksuit as he breaks into a pace in the middle of the ring, eyeing off his inked and carved opponent for the evening, Dwight Lights, who came to the party in full ring apparel, right down to the bootstraps, the grizzled veteran of some seven years (elsewhere) rolling his neck from shoulder to shoulder only to candidly swat off his match warm-up sarcastically, not expecting this to be anything less than a slaughter! “Come at me, bro!” Dwight jokes, putting is dukes up in front of him and hopping around the ring English boxing style, complete with invisible Popeye tobacco-pipe facial expression, clearly not taking his opponent very seriously, yet Hanson steps up not to engage in the scrap as expected, but instead to propose a handshake in a genuine display of sportsmanship almost immediately! Dwight Lights stares at the hand then back to Obie, shaking his head and giving nothing back to his opponent and the crowd begin to boo. Although Obie Hanson’s offer is seemingly still on the table, Dwight Lights leaves him hanging and turns his back on his opponent, scratching his stubbled chin with a smirk and slowly glaring back at Obie Hanson, beckoning him on with a broad smile mouthing “Come on, come on!” and Dwight slowly begins to lower his guard, his eyes shifting to the crowd around him.
** SHAKE HIS HAND! SHAKE HIS HAND! SHAKE HIS HAND! **
Dwight Lights grimaces at the crowd, casting a death stare from section to section and becoming increasingly agitated, finally barking “SHUT UP!” and snapping at the nearest fan possible, the fans taking amusement in the reaction, this time chanting “NO WE WON’T! NO WE WONT!”. Dwight Lights cleanches his fists tightly, his eyes levelling with those of Obie Hanson as he licks his lips and finally begins stepping toward Obie, nodding as he extends his arm out to Obie’s delight, however Dwight stabs his chest with his available index finger mouthing “My way.” and raises his handshake high in the air, inviting Obie in a traditional Greco roman lace. Although slightly disheartened, with an annoyed crowd behind him, Obie Hanson accepts the invite, reaching up and closing his fingers around Dwight’s only Lights suddenly punches Obie in the ribs with his free hand, kicking him now before, flooring Obie with a closed fist punch to the head. Boos quickly fill the arena as Dwight Lights peels Obie from the mat by the head and neck, Hanson clamping down on his midsection, focused more on catching his wind than his villainous Australian opponent, who comes clobbering down on him with a vicious ax-handle, knocking him down on bended knee, before booting Hanson in the head and flooring him completely, the crowd boo him mercilessly, as Dwight simply screams “GIVE ME A CHALLENGE!!!” directly into the camera.
Dwight Lights taking care of business right from the bell, looking right at us saying give me a challenge, I can only assume he was directing that toward our new general manager?
I bet he doesn’t even know we have a new general manager! To be fair, Ted… Dwight couldn’t even qualify in the KOX tournament to begin with, otherwise he’d be in one of the most challenging matches on the whole show, main event I might add, not up against this sweaty talentless oaf on the first match on the card.
Well Obie Hanson sure is sweating right now, Dwight Lights is all over him like an animal at the moment. What’s this??
Dwight Lights is already pounding his elbowpad fiercely, positioning himself just beyond Hanson’s scope of sight, suggesting an Illuminati rolling elbow was in the works to put Obie on the shelf early, Hanson lethargically rising from the mat as Dwight revolves yet Obie Hanson surprises Dwight with a fierce shove, and Dwight glares back at Obie with an astonished double take! Dwight is on his feet with a bitter scowl, charging at Hanson for the clothesline only Obie flips his shit with a back body drop! Dwight Lights yelps in pain, his back arched as he turns back to Obie in astonishment, his eyes bulged wide open, scrambling to his feet he makes a second more defiant charge only Obie flips him through the air for a second time, Thrown ridiculously high into the air Dwight comes crashing down on his tailbone for the third time, curling into a contorted arch before seemingly freezing upright, his gaping mouth almost as stretched as wide open as his eyeballs, and Obie Hanson bellows with triumph and the crowd back him up completely, Hanson reaching down to pull Dwight to his feet however Dwight stamps his feet and punches Obie right in the ribcage once again, raining on the Obie Hanson parade, following through with a classic finger poke right in the eyeballs, taking a breath he hobbles a few steps as Obie’s footing is all over the place, before tagging Hanson with a jumping knee lift, spilling Hanson over the top rope and crashing across the floor below.
I just love the class that simply oozes out of Dwight Lights, he must sleep well at night.
How very sarcastic of you.
Dwight spits to his left recklessly, before dropping and rolling outside the ring with a noticeable wince, tending to his back briefly before reaching down and taking Obie by the head and neck, demanding t staff by the timekeeper table clear the way, picking up the pace to throw Obie yet Hanson thrusts Dwight forward, grabbing Lights by the neck and slamming his forehead down on the crowd barricade, Dwight bouncing off into a stagger backwards as Obie takes him again, looking to bludgeon him across the barricade once again however Dwight blocks it, and tears Obie right in the eye with a rake, panting in recuperation as he finds himself out of the danger close, charging and blasting Obie over the barricade with a clothesline, pressing his arms down on the barricade and hanging his head, recovering in bewilderment, only to look up as Obie Hanson wrenches Dwight’s arms within his grasp, heaving Dwight right over the barricade and slamming him across the vacated steel chairs in the front row!
Dwight Lights SUPLEXED right over the barricade, AMAZING!!?
That wasn’t a suplex, that was just a lucky throw you fool! That steel chair landing did make it look very appealing however!
When it’s a battle of spine on steel, steel wins every time! Dwight certainly wasn’t expecting that!
A little dim on Dwights part, hur hurr!
Dwight Lights stiffens up, his back arched, a consistent groan travelling from deep within his chest, as Obie Hanson throws his arms up in astonishment, completely surprised by his own strength, although no one is more surprised than the experienced veteran Dwight Lights, looking up at the arena lights in a state of surprised agony, melting from the top of the chairs right into the awaiting hands of Obie Hanson, heaving him onto his feet taking him by the wrist for an Irish Whip, slamming Dwight who rests uncomfortably upright, Obie breaking into an overconfident charge only Dwight’s survival instinct kicks in, tipping Obie over with a powerslam and both men awkwardly crash across the thin rubber mats ringside and while the attacker, it is Dwight who seems in most distress, rolling back and forth clutching his lower back as he struggles to find his feet whereas Obie is simply dead, starfished. Obie Hanson eventually rolls upon his gut, staring up at Dwight Lights, clearly still in discomfort looking to find his bearings, running with the ball and bulldozing Dwight into the outer face of the ringpost, dazing Dwight, taking him in a headlock and dictating both men’s travel arrangements, dumping Lights into the ring and floundering in after him, smothering Dwight for an ambitious pin, one – two… Dwight Lights finds an elbow, a quick elbow to the face but freeing himself from the cover nonetheless, scrambling upon his feet as Obie picks himself up, kicking the generous gut of Hanson, rinse and repeat as he targets the legs of the larger foe, kicking Obie into a hopping stumble against the ropes. Dwight still yet shaking off the effects of that post shot as he takes a moment, turns to Obie only to be spiked into the mat with a dramatic DDT! The mat rumbles with the immediate impact followed by the added thud of Dwights boots hitting the mat behind it, and Obie Hanson wriggles over to Dwight for another pin
One – Two – Three… No!
Dwight Lights manages to reach out and grasp hold of the ropes nearby, barely preventing an upset as the crowd groan their frustrations, a rookie mistake from the still learning Obie, who rises from the mat completely oblivious, thrusting his arms high into the air like a champion and the crowd do their best to get through to him but Obie Hanson is a two hundred and forty three astronaut on top of the moon, overjoyed with his would be victory, that is until Dwight Lights drills Obie in his generous gut with a spinkick, desperately trying to stall things, leaping on the spot and popping Obie in the face with a picture-perfect dropkick but even that doesn’t drop the big man, simply knocks him against the ropes and tumbles him back toward the ring, Dwight shaking his head in wonder before sprinting into the far side of the ring, bouncing from the ropes to finally fell the heavy with a lightning quick Dropkick Named Vendetta, a single leg dropkick with nearly decapitates Obie where he stands! Rolling onto his elbows, Dwight Lights takes the opportunity for some much needed recovery time, burying his face in his hands as the heated arena lights emphasise every bead of sweat accumulated from the the sheer physicality taking place, and with Obie finding his feet, Dwight must follow suit, reaching his feet first only Obie throws him with a dramatic hiptoss, a basic move for most, but for Dwight and his back problems, the damage had been amplified Dwight Lights mistakenly grabs the official Ryu Sanu, who flails his arms in a surprised panic as Dwight squints his eyes tightly, patting Ryu on the shoulder and apologising off-microphone, randomly blasting Obie Hanson with a quick mule kick right in the upper thigh area, and as big as Hanson is he drops like a sack of particularly heavy potatoes, protectively grasping his crotch as Dwight composes himself, hobbling over to the ropes and resting on them, swiping the sweat from himself in his own sweet time as the crowd boo him into the ground, Dwight turning back to Hanson, and while Obie Hanson did had a good run, all he did was piss Dwight off, and The Brilliant Dwight steps over to Obie and grasps a fistful of his hair, cocks his fist back and begins bashing Obie senseless, one punch to the top of the head after another, refusing to let Obie drop, reefing his head back into place and pummelling him continuously, finally complying with Ryu Sanu and throwing Obie to the mat.
What a bastard...
Obie Hanson, sweating profusely, a spluttering wreck, gazes up at The Electrician, grasping hold of his leg and climbing upon his feet, only to be savaged on the top of his head with a closed fist, the big man tumbling backwards, and Dwight simply kicks Obie in the stomach, knocking him through the ropes, maintaining a firm grasp around his neck to wringe him by the neck backwards across the second rope, Obie teetering precariously before being blasted with Dwight Lights specialty… Welcome To Electricity… a spike DDT!!! Dwight simply grins a malevolent grin, rolls the slob over and barely even tries to pin him…
One – Two – Three…
DING DING DING!!!
“Here is your winner… Dwight Lights!”
The music hits and Dwight Lights simply sits upright, dusting off his hands and the fans watch on unimpressed.
And the show goes on. ____________________ . Favorite Current Wrestlers:1. Sasha Banks 2. Becky Lynch 3. 4. 5. Favorite All-Time Wrestlers:Your dad |
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