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PostSubject: 2.) Drake Dysfunction vs. Paddy Perry   2.) Drake Dysfunction vs. Paddy Perry EmptyWed Jan 08, 2014 1:31 am

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PostSubject: Re: 2.) Drake Dysfunction vs. Paddy Perry   2.) Drake Dysfunction vs. Paddy Perry EmptySun Jan 12, 2014 1:54 pm

The Demolitionist keeps back as the bell sounds, sizing up his opponent and the two begin to circle. The six foot four slugger sneers at his adversary as he makes his approach. Drake moves toward him at the same pace making the two look as if they are about to meet head on, but The Natural Revolution from Orlando ducks under his opponents attempt to grab him and takes hold of the wide waist of Paddy as quickly as he can. The Irish pugilist attempts to throw an elbow toward the twenty-five year old's head, but Drake ducks to the other side. Perry makes another attempt, but again his quicker foe moves.

Drake using that quickness advantage early on and a smart idea trying to keep the bigger man from getting a grip on him, but if I was him I would do everything I can to keep the brawler at a distance.

If Drake wants any chance at surviving this match he really should keep a wide birth between himself and Paddy.

Drake gives a quick shove to Paddy before jumping into the air and sending both feet into the shoulders of Perry. Drake rebounds, but the blow seems to have little effect as Paddy turns around and eyeballs his rival for this match, shaking his head. Drake looks wide-eyed; most people would have at least been staggered by that blow. The Celt darts toward The Gatekeeper of the XWA, but again Drake is about to duck under his opponents attempt to get a grip on him and hits two sharp, snapping kicks to the leg. Drake smirks as he throws a third one, but instead of his foot colliding with the quad of Paddy a different outcome occurs. The man from Ireland catches the leg of the man from Orlando and watches as he hops around on one foot. The big powerful man throws his foes leg back and slams his meaty arm into the shoulder blades of D-Double. The blow causes Drake go face first into the canvas. Drake lets out a groan as his back arches skyward. The Demolitionist attempts to get back to a vertical base, but only to receive a second blow to his spine. Drake lets out a series of obscenities as he rolls on the mat for a moment. Paddy watches his adversary's pain filled expression with a sense of merriment as he slowly and methodically picks his next attack. The Demolitionist scurries out of the ring as quickly as possible, holding as close to the throbbing area as he can. The zebra tries his best to keep Paddy from chasing after his foe, but the man from Kilmainham ignores the warning. The Irishman slides under the ropes and chases The Demolitionist around the squared circle for a lap before Drake slides back under the ropes. Paddy follows shortly afterwards, but only to receive the bottom of Drake's boots to his forehead. The Giver of Proper Execution licks his lips as he grabs his foe by the jaw and attempts to drag him to his feet. The much thicker man throws three fists into the stomach of his foe which drives him to his knees and as the official scolds Paddy for his closed fists he effortlessly scoops his shorter opponent up and drives him back down to the canvas spine first.

And the so called new evolution is on the receiving end of a massive scoop slam by the Irishman.

Drake is going to have to find a way to dig deep into his arsenal to combat the power of Paddy here and now before the big man gets too much of an advantage over him.

Paddy's nose scrunches up as he bends down to take hold of The Demolitionist's locks. Drake out of desperation or instinct throws a foot forward and it lands on the top of the skull of the Irishman. The loud smack of the impact is a testament of the strength of the legs of the twenty-five year old and the blow makes his foe think twice about furthering his onslaught. Drake gets to his feet as quickly as possible and follows up with a right handed slap, a left handed slap, a kick to the right leg, a kick to the left leg, and finally a right roundhouse kick that stuns his powerful adversary for a second or two. The Florida native darts toward the ropes and hooks the right arm of the behemoth with his own as his legs wrap around the left. The Demolitionist attempts to drive his foe backwards, Paddy centers his weight and looks back at Drake with the hint of a smile before dropping to the mat with his entire weight landing on the ribcage of D-Double. The New Evolution gasps for oxygen as the Irishman lays on top of him. The official moves into position and begins to count the shoulders of D-Double down.
1...
Early kick out...

Drake looks like he is in some serious pain right now, but has enough left in him to kick out of that early pin attempt.

The warrior from Ireland takes hold of Drake's hair once more as the zebra clad individual timidly reprimands him again. Paddy gives the man a look and backs his lighter foe toward the corner. Perry drives his shoulder into the abdominal area of D-Double, driving more of the air out of his target as the crowd gives a unified cry of 'OH!'. Paddy attempts the assault a second time, but only for Drake to jump up and grapevine his legs with the arms of his attacker. Drake swings himself between the top and middle ropes to hook the head of Perry. The official orders D-Double to break the hold, but he refuses. The official begins his count.
1...
2...
Paddy pulls his right arm from Drake's grip.
3...
He then pushes his arm through D-Double's grip.
4...
The Irishman tosses The Demolitionist over his shoulder and with full speed heads toward the center of the squared circle. The Gatekeeper of the XWA frantically reaches for the safety of the ropes, but they are too far out of reach. His eyes open wide and those able to read lips catch 'Oh shit' leaving his mouth as Paddy snaps forward and drives him to the canvas with a loud thud.

OOH! What a spinebuster there by the big man... He about put Drake through the ring!

The brawny man winds up an arm and drops a heavy elbow on the Florida native, before hooking a leg. The ref makes a two count, but that’s all, and Paddy sits Drake up, sinking his hands into the left trapezes of his opponent; a shoulder claw.  Paddy grimaces; sweat dripping from his face. Drake leans back and mashes his elbow into the brawler’s midriff, sending a wave of pain through his arm. The man from Kilmainham  knots his face all the same, and slackens his grip enough to allow Drake to liberate himself. A wild grasp to reacquire his prey only manages to get Paddy a sharp shot to his throat, leaving him sputtering. Ignoring the admonishment of the man in stripes, the New Evolution lands a dropkick to the knee, which buckles his foe and rope-propelled kick puts him on his back. A quick cover produces a convincing two count before Paddy can roll his shoulder clear of the mat.

The tide could be turning here, that wasn’t the authority kick out I was expecting.

I’ve said it a dozen times, there’s more to D-Double than rugged good looks, he out-thought the Irishman…not that it’s a difficult feat to perform

It does look that way, Paddy could be gassed. Maybe he was a little too excited for this match.

No stamina, Paddy is built on a bluff. Drake though, he’s built to go all night long.

Indeed, Drake doesn’t seem put out in the slightest by the near fall, likely realizing that he’ll need to dish out a bit more punishment, but finding consolation in the knowledge that he’s still firmly in command of the action. He waits, brooding over his opposition, watching the Irishman raise from the mat. Perry manages to get to one knee, but that simply provokes his opponent into charging his position, and springing off the knee, intent on a Shining Wizard. Yet, before the Demolitionist can connect with his devastating kick, the Irishman gives a mighty shove that sends him backwards, and to the canvas, in a hurry. Eager to regain his bearings and slow the pace of the contest, Paddy grabs a headlock and tries to grind D-Double down to the mat. An impressive backdrop by the smaller man leads to a brief pin, which doesn’t last long enough to talk about, but sets the Irishman on edge again. Perry rams a knee into the Demolitionist’s back, forcing him through the top and middle ropes. He rears back and jumps on Drake’s back, forcing him down on the coated metal. A second attempt connects, but Paddy gets greedy and misses a third run, landing on the ropes and tumbling through to the arena floor

Paddy is getting desperate, which means that he’s dumber than usual.

Yeah, he’s sloppy, but I can only imagine how 17 stone of Irishman crashing down on you twice would feel.

Why would you want to?

All I’m saying is that it’s not going to be a walk through the garden for Drake. Paddy might be dim, but it don’t make him any less dangerous.

As the stripe-shirted arbiter rains the count on his supine form, Paddy begins to stir around and makes it into the ring by about eight, and the ref motions for the match to continue. Of course, the respite has allowed D-Double ample time to recuperate, but he plays possum. Paddy drags him upright, and receives a pair of stiff shots to the gut and an enzuigiri for his trouble. The newly charged Demolitionist waves a hand for his opponent to rise and the Irishman slowly does as commanded much to the delight of those in attendance. The Orlando outlaw awards his return to a vertical base with a much deserved spinning kick to the gut. Drake yells at his foe as the sweat pours down his face, a testament to the war he has been in for the short amount of time this match has gone.

"This is what YOU get when you step into MY world!"

Drake tosses the burly Irishman's bulbous cranium between his legs and slowly hooks his arms. The anti-hero looks around at the adoring and hating masses and attempts to lock his foe’s legs in his grip, but the powerful Irishman heaves him over his back for his trouble. The vocal crowd stands as they see that there is more in the tank of the six foot four behemoth. The shocked Demolitionist lets out a frustrated grunt as he returns to his feet and charges, not wanting to be shown up. With a shout, D-Double charges his adversary looking to take his head off with another one of those well educated kicks. The powerhouse watches, sizing up his on-coming attacker and ducks down to once again sending Drake skyward. The Demolitionist kicks and grabs for anything while he hangs in the air, but for all those who know how gravity works what goes up finally at some point comes down. The impact of the landing causes Drake to bounce not once, but twice the first time off the ropes and the second time is off the floor on the outside of the squared circle. The Giver of Proper Execution tastes his own blood once again as the impact of his collision has caused him to cut his tongue.

Drake sent hurdling out of the ring this time by the big man... And he looks like he is in some serious pain now.

Oh no! I sure hope his wife wasn't hoping on any cunning linguistics tonight.

The pugilist denies the safety of the ropes and exits the ring as he plans out his next attack. Drake acts as a matador and side steps the Irishman, leading into a full speed collision with the steel steps. The sound of flesh meeting metal is like a gunshot. Most of the fans turn away on impact with a disgusted look on their faces as others treat it like a bad car accident and are unable to look at anything else.  Drake is more than happy to take the count-out victory as he slides back into the ring, he sits down center of the squared circle and makes the count along with the striped-shirted man. The red liquid flows from his mouth and he wipes what he can of the life sustaining fluid away. The official gets up to the count of seven before the man from Ireland staggers to his feet. At the count of eight Paddy grabs the bottom rope and at nine propels himself back into the ring, much to the chagrin of his wary foe. The Demolitionist looks at the zebra shirt flabbergasted.  Drake tugs at his locks as the frustration begins to eat at him like a vulture picking at a corpse. He begins to lightly slap the face of his foe, demanding he stay down.  The insulting shots play at the Irishman as his face gets redder and redder with each teasing blow. The look on the Demolitionist is a mix of determination and a devilish glee as he sees the reaction he is getting. He aims another slap, but his mood changes as he his caught by the wrist. D-Double shakes his head as he stares into those deep pools of the man who has been a real pain in his backside during this encounter. The man from Kilmainham stretches his arm out and without a moments hesitation swings for the fences and lands a slap of his own to the side of his adversary's face as he releases his grip. A sharp pop echoes throughout the arena and Drake spins from the impact.

Quit your slap-fighting you pansies and get to it

They’ve thrown most everything at each other; it could be down to a lucky move now.

Well, you’ll have to get awfully lucky to win with a slap in the face.

The burly Irishman lumbers toward his target and slams his massive left shoulder into the right one of D-Double. The impact causes Drake not only to go down, but roll backwards toward the corner. The Florida native gets tangled in the bottom rope and attempts to regain some type of mental focus as he lays limp for a moment. The crowd woops and cheers as the brawler again takes a running start and goes head over heels his wide back slamming into his downed foe. The Giver of Proper Execution’s head bounces of the turnbuckle on impact and Paddy drags him from his cable prison. Perry jams his elbow into Drake's jaw and the official begins to count as the crowd watches intensely. The zebra-clad figure slaps the canvas once. The crowd shouts out the count as well "ONE!". He does it a second time "TWO!". The fans watch as if it is happening slow motion, that final count looms in the distance as the official brings his arm down. The Demolitionist proves he is much tougher than people think and at the last possible second pops his shoulder high off the mat. The stripe shirt jumps up holding up two fingers and signs to the time keeper that the match is going to continue. The Vancouver crowd is on their feet as the massive man for a third time takes hold of Drake's locks and forces him to his feet. The Irishman tries a short clothesline, but D-Double ducks under the limb. He jumps up onto the wide shoulders and wraps his strong legs around Perry’s head before snapping back and sending the burly man backwards and head over heels. Paddy lands on his head, and the Orlando native lays still for a moment to try and catch his breath as well

Backwards Hurricanrana, Reverse Headscissors, Poisonrana, Inverted Frankensteiner... Whatever you want to call it that move is always a thing of beauty and SM pulled it off perfectly. Paddy was deposited on the top of his head and that could be either the match right there.

The zebra man checks on both combatants with a concerned look on his face. D-Double gives him a nod and the Irishman waves him off. He watches to see if either man can truly get back to their feet and begins to count them both out of the match.
1...
2...
3...
4...
5...
Drake coughs and sputters, looking incredulously at the official as he gets a knee under himself. He turns in time to see a wide-eyed and desperate Paddy approaching him. The Celt proceeds to snatch the Floridian up like a load of coal. Lifting him up into the air, he drops his man stomach-first across his knee. The gut buster leaves D-Double rolling in pain. Paddy grasps both of his opponent's wrists, while placing his foot on Drake's upper back, and pulling back on the arms. While held in the rudimentary surfboard, the Gatekeeper of the XWA is roundly mocked. The Irishman is sucking air though, trying to combat the dizzying sensation of the last few moments.

Paddy is gassed, this surfboard is as much about getting his bearings as anything else.

No argument there, but it’s hard to see poor D-Double stretched like that.

In disgust, Paddy breaks the hold and delivers a few boots to the back to further soften the torso for the coming onslaught. He stands D-Double up by pulling his hair. The Irish brawler then moves behind him and bends him forward, delivering a pumphandle slam. Paddy now looks Drake in the eye, seconds before playfully poking it, then decides to drop a headbutt into his foe for good measure. Perry picks up the injured grappler and, hoisting him high over his head, drops him on the canvas. As Drake convulses from the impact, Paddy clamps on a reverse chinlock. Grinding his arm across the smaller man’s face, he’s aghast as the Demolitionist begins to rally and fight to get his feet under him. Perry changes tactics and grabs Drake by the arm, while hooking his leg. The Irishman then slams himself and his adversary into the mat in a vicious forward Russian legsweep that allows him to re-take the initiative.  He’s slow to his feet, and, gathering himself, attempts to tie the Celtic Knot, but gets a solid boot in the abdomen for his trouble.  Seeing his opponent doubled over, Drake moves with deadly intent.  He first lifts the man from Kilmainham up, intent upon flipping over into the DDT and securing the win with the Dysfunctional Disaster.  Yet, Paddy shifts his weight and manages to slide down the back of his aggressor.  When the Natural Revolution turns, his arms raised to catch hold of the slippery son of Erin, Perry has already raised the Parting Glass.  The short, sharp shot to the ribcage, striking a nerve which causes Drake's heart to momentarily stop, echoes through the Rogers Centre, almost as loudly as the referee’s hand striking the mat three times thereafter.
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PostSubject: Re: 2.) Drake Dysfunction vs. Paddy Perry   2.) Drake Dysfunction vs. Paddy Perry EmptySun Jan 12, 2014 11:50 pm

For the second contest of the evening, we join Laura Watts, Ryu Sanu, and the two competitors set to face off in the ring RIGHT NOW.

In one corner, we have the former XWA Intercontinental Champ--looking to get his title back come CyberSlam if voted upon by the fans; Drake Dysfunction. In the other corner, we have Paddy Perry, a fierce-looking combatant weighing in at 230 pounds tonight, who suffered a loss last week and aims to forget about that by earning himself a win here tonight.


Ted Cedar
"Paddy Perry the Irishman lost HIS match last week. You gotta believe that Drake is the favorite going in this one."


Joey Miles, who contrasts the least-like amused character portrayed by long-time Vendetta correspondent Ted Cedar, continues to enjoy his strawberry ice cream cone.

Joey Miles
"They don't make 'em like THESE anymore. Want some?"
he asks as he shoves the ice cream in his face.

Ted Cedar
"Um, no thanks."


Joey Miles
"Well it's YOU FUCKING LOSS, THEN! HA!"
*gulps down the last scoop*

Meanwhile, Ryu Sanu signals for the bell to be rung as Laura Watts leaves the ring and the bell chimes thrice, officially starting the match.

DING DING DING!!!


Ted Cedar
"And HERE WE GO!!!"


Joey Miles
"I'm right fucking next to you. 'Don't have to shout! Could blow a fucking ear drum, goddammit!"


Ted Cedar
"Oh quiet, you!"


Both Drake and Paddy circle the ring, looking for an opening. Paddy lunges in, attempting to take out the legs of the 220-pounder, but this attempt is side-stepped by Drake and they resume with the same motion as Perry quickly leaves his knees and is once again standing on his own two feet. Paddy continuously looks at the motioning of Drake Dysfunction's legs while Drake keeps an eye on his opponent. In quick, fluid motion, "The Demolitionist" goes to lift the leg quickly, making Paddy jump back a few feet. Drake has psyched out his opponent here and Paddy Perry is FAR from amused at this point.

Joey Miles
"Nothing like a good mind game to skull fuck your opponent, eh Teddy?"


Ted Cedar
"Don't use that derogatory term. There are children watching!"


Joey Miles
"Whoa! KIDS watch us?! Well FUCK ME IN THE FUCKING ASS....SOMEONE should bleep what I say!"


Drake smiles after psyching out Mr. Perry here, but Mr. Perry returns an unfavorable look to the former IC Champ and we go back to the motions of things, this time Perry angrily lunging at Drake Dysfunction. Drake's grin is soon replaced with surprise and a little hint of fear as Paddy ducks down, darting towards the midsection of the Dysfunctional One. Drake Dysfunction uses his quickness to his advantage, side-stepping the opposition here and giving him a swift and hard kicks to the top of the dome for his troubles. Perry now favors the top of the head, but it seems as though this toying around has gotten old from the very start of this match as Perry visibly shows his anger mixed with annoyance, screaming out of anger as he lunges at Drake again with his arm out stretched. Paddy misses the short-arm clothesline as Drake Dysfunction ducks underneath this, but as it would seem, Paddy knew what he was doing, for once Drake stands upright again, Paddy lunges backward with the elbow and the point of said elbow connects with the side of Drake Dysfunction's head. Dysfunction staggers forward into the ropes that face the timekeeper's area as well as the commentators table, now-leaning on the ropes after being rocked by that elbow shot. Paddy is now in control here as he takes Drake Dysfunction by the arm and forcefully pulls him away from the ropes, looking to Irish whip him into the opposing ropes. However, the Demolitionist is quick to hang on for dear life with one hand clutching the top rope tightly. Following the thwarting of Paddy's attempt, Drake boots Paddy in the gut and the Irishman gets doubled over. Drake then follows the booting of the gut with a kick to the face, causing Paddy to unwillingly stand upright with his head looking up at the lights, staggering backwards to the center of the ring. Paddy takes his view from the lights and returns his view to Drake Dysfunction, a man who has left his feet and is swinging both legs into his direction while shifting the weight of his body in mid-air. Before you know it, Paddy falls flat on his back after having been hit with the Rolling Mule Kick with BOTH legs hitting him.

Joey Miles
"Drake Dysfunction is putting his expertise into good use here, using his agility to fuck Perry over with that move. The former IC Champion is looking to make a statement here much like how he made one last week, Teddy!"


Ted Cedar
"Indeed. Drake is on the chase to get what he wants, and what he wants JHalc currently has."



Drake goes for the cover and Ryu Sanu, possibly the quickest referee on the face of the planet, is on his torso in a flash, already prepped to make the 3-count for the first pin attemptb of the night. Ryu counts ONE, but the 238-pounder from Ireland kicks out before Ryu can bring his hand down onto the mat for a TWO. Drake, now on his knees, watches as Paddy rolls to his side, attempting to get up. Drake hops up to his feet after seeing this, managing to quickly catch Paddy while he's down on all fours with a good solid kick to the ribs that sends him onto his side. Paddy grunts from that hard kick he just got as he places his hand on the area affected. The Natural Revolution measures Perry, telling him....no, DARING him to get up, motioning his hand up and down. Perry looks up at Drake Dysfunction with a scowl on his face before the man goes mobile, immediately making it up to his feet and going on the hunt. Drake misses with a right hand as Paddy ducks under the move, Drake now having his back towards Paddy after that missed attempt at a haymaker. Paddy locks his hands around the front of Drake Dysfunction as he stands behind him. It's not long before Drake finds himself airborne as plants Drake down onto his trapezius muscles with a German Suplex expertly executed. The Irish brawler maintains a strong grip on the waist of the Demolitionist as Drake can only hope to loosen the grip before he does something else. It's too late, though, for Paddy already has Drake up onto his feet, prepped for another suplex attempt. THIS time, Paddy sends Drake onto his torso with the Belly-to-Back, followed by Paddy loosing his grip on the former IC Champion and floating over until he reaches the head and neck area where he synches in a front chancery while Drake lays torso-first on the mat.

Ted Cedar
"An expert wrestling style here by Paddy Perry, who is definitely showing us what brought him to the game in the first place...
he says, staring at Joey to see if he has anymore quips about how Ted can apparently go "off-topic" with his commentary.

Joey surprisingly doesn't say a word about that. Instead, he follows up with his own opinion on the match as expected from a commentator.


Joey Miles
"If he can keep Drake Dysfunction grounded like this and keeps up with the power game, Paddy looks to have this shit in the bag."


Both Paddy and Drake get to their feet, with Drake surprising Paddy by spinning out of the facelock. He then attempts to double him over with a boot to the gut, but this is ultimately caught by Paddy and Drake is left hobbling on one foot while the Irishman has posession of the other foot. Before Drake can even THINK about hitting an enzuiguri or some other counter, Paddy Perry surprises Drake now with something unexpected, leaving his feet and mule kicking him down to the mat. Drake hits the mat hard. Shocked and surprised, he rolls off the back, back rolling towards the ropes on the far right side of where the announcer's desk is facing. Drake sees an oncoming Paddy Perry on the assault and rolling out of harms way as Perry attempts to boot him in the face to make matters worse for him. After Perry misses the boot, Drake capitalizes while he's in this low stance on a knee and dives after Perry, ultimately shoulder tackling him down onto the mat. Perry falls back-first onto the mat and gets mounted by the Dysfunctional One, who begins unleashing left and right punches on the Irishman once he's on top of him. The Irishman blocks almost every shot and soon manages to turn this around on Drake Dysfunction with DRAKE now being on his back and forced to take a heavy right-handed blow to the dome. This, of course, is where Referee Ryu Sanu intervenes, his size difference from Paddy surprisingly not being a factor against him as he manages to pull the big Irishman off of Drake Dysfunction. Next thing you know, Ryu is "scolding" Paddy, backing him up into the corner and instructing that he not do something like that again, reminding him that when it comes to this match, Mr. Sanu is the law here. Paddy reluctantly agrees with the words of the official, but not before he shoves him to the side. Once he does that action, he instantly gets splashed in the corner by Drake Dysfunction. Dazed from that splash, he wanders out of the corner into Drake's arms. Drake wraps his arms around the frame of Paddy Perry, grunting his hardest, finding the strength to Belly-to-Belly suplex, tossing Paddy up overhead until he ultimately lands on his arse. Drake then rolls onto his torso, watching Paddy's every move as he makes his difficult ascension to a footed base, only serving to be difficult due to the fact that getting right back up from something like a belly-to-belly IS NOT easy. Drake's up to his feet now and so is Paddy, although his back is facing the Demolitionist. Drake waits for him to turn around and, once he does, he gets in the set-up for a moonsault side slam, Drake placing his own foot behind Paddy's and draping the arm aross the chest.

Ted Cedar
"Oh man! D-4 attempt here!!!"


However, Paddy hits Drake with a couple of elbows....four, to be exact. After the fourth hit, Paddy takes Drake up, hoisting him off the ground and spinning him before he slams him down onto his spine, having hit the Spinning Spinebuster. The majority of the fans in attendance cringe at the impactful slam that was done by Paddy Perry and the Irishman doesn't look to stop now. He goes for the cover now, the Irishman confident in his ability to win after a single spinebuster alone. He's hoping it was impactful enough to get him the quick win here as Ryu Sanu rushes next to the two bodies to count the pinfall.

Ryu Sanu

"ONE....TWO....THR-"


Ted Cedar
"And a kickout by Drake Dysfunction!!! He's still in this and it's gonna take a lot more than a spinebuster to get the job done!"


Dysfunction is still alive in this match-up. Paddy looks to the referee and holds up two fingers with Ryu confirming that it was indeed only a two-count. Hearing this confirmation causes Perry to stand up before bending over and grabbing Drake by the head, picking him up off the canvas and positioning him on his feet. However, he's not on his feet for long as Perry scoops him up onto his shoulder, but before Perry can do anything, Drake Dysfunction slips off the shoulder, landing on his feet behind Perry. Perry instantaneously turns around only to get booted in the gut thanks to Drake's Dysfunction. It's here where Drake takes Perry's head and forces it in-between his legs, letting the fans know what it could possibly be time for. However, his attempt at the Dysfunctional Disaster is thwarted at the early going, for Perry manages to trip up Drake Dysfunction, removing his head from underneath him and simultaneously snatching his feet from under him, causing Drake to fall down onto his own back. Perry sees this as his opportunity once more to do something that's end-to-the-match worthy as he grabs hold of the Dysfunctional One's legs, looking for the Indian Deathlock. However, Drake is quick to scurry to safety, kicking Perry away. It's here now that both men take that momentary breather, where one looks at the other in disbelief and the fans begin cheering at what is turning out to be a great contest chuck-full of reversals and some slip-ups here and there. They're getting to see the strengths and weaknesses here of both superstars, and they're absolutely loving it.

Joey Miles
"Hot damn, this has been one hell of a contest so far. I though Perry had him....I thought Drake had him....FUCK, there's so much going on!"


Both men have now found their ground, and soon they commence encircling the ring once more, this time it doesn't take long for them to apply a collar-and-elbow tie-up on one another to show which one of these competitors is stronger than the other. Paddy looks to be winning THIS battle here, but ultimately, Drake takes him into a headlock and then hip tosses him into a seated position in front of him, leading into a surfboard stretch applied by Dysfunction.

Ted Cedar
"And just like that, the ball is in Drake's court."


Joey Miles
"What the fuck is it with you and ball games? Last week in the Triple Threat, it was baseball. Now what? BASKETBALL? Jesus, man! Learn to stay on-topic!"


Ted just shakes his head as the match goes on. Perry is in a serious predicament here as the stretch is applied to near-perfection, his arms inching more and more backward as Drake continues to pull them more and more back towards him while the point of the knee is firmly placed along the spinal column. However, with his weight advantage now-being put to good use here, Paddy makes it to a footed base with ease, turning this around on Drake Dysfunction in a big way by taking his trapped arms, raising them up and then shooting them forward, sending Drake flying overhead and ultimately landing on his rear end. Drake quickly gets up from this seated position, trying to get off his ass to alleviate some of the pressure, but once he turns around to face Perry, he finds himself on his ass again following a European uppercut from Perry.

Ted Cedar
"Beautiful European uppercut from Perry that sends Drake down! Drake's in trouble here in the early goings of the match! He needs to work on getting back in this, but I don't know how he's gonna do that after taking a move like that."


Rather than go for a pin, Perry looks to weaken his opponent a tad bit more than that as he reaches down, clasping BOTH hands around the head of the Demolitiionist to bring him up to his feet. After Drake's standing, he catches Perry out of nowhere with a hard forearm shot to the mush that sends Perry stumbling backwards into the ropes. From there, Drake goes running to the ropes located on Perry's right-hand side. Coming off the ropes is Drake now as Perry looks to subdue his opponent with a short-arm clothesline, but it's no good as Drake ducks the attempt. He rebounds off the opposing ropes and comes back at Perry, leaving his feet and having the soles of his feet connect with the chest of the 238-pounder from Ireland.

Joey Miles
"A fucking dropkick! THAT'S how he comes back from it, Teddy!"


Ted Cedar
"The dropkick did the job of knocking down Paddy Perry here! The Irishman is already working on getting back up to his feet, though. What's Drake gonna do to follow up?"


Paddy indeed makes it back to his feet, but Drake is already on the move, leaving his feet and connecting with a second dropkick, this one's a standing variation of it. After this, Perry seems to be out of it, but has more fight in him, kipping up and lunging forth, attempting to connect with big boot, but it's side-stepped by Drake Dysfunction. Perry turns around, only to get hit with a Dysfunction Kick out of nowhere, the sole of Drake Dysfunction's foot colliding with Perry's jaw. It looks as though Perry is about to hit the ground, but luckily, he's able to fall back into the ropes. Still, he's simply slipping here as his body has gone limp and his legs have turned wobbly, so Drake must react quickly. He quickly grabs hold of Perry, reinserting him in the predicament he was in before where he was caught underneath the Demolitionist. With a wide smile on his face, he proceeds to flip Perry up and balance him on the shoulders long enough until he turns him off the shoulder into a quick transition into a front chancery, driving him down onto the top of the skull onto the canvas with the Dysfunctional Disaster.

Ted Cedar
"Oh my goodness! That move was absolutely brutal! Dysfunctional Disaster is felt by Paddy Perry!!!"


And it's here where Drake wastes no time in going for the cover, with Ryu Sanu making the count to end it all.

Ryu Sanu

ONE.....TWO.....THREE!!!!"


DING DING DING!!!
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