J-1 Pinnacle - Block A - Round One - Chance vs. Satyros

[Kip Whistler]

Round One in Block A:
Arizona Chance (0) vs. Omega Satyros (0)

[Omega Satyros]

Andromeda by Satyr begins playing, and Omega makes his way to the ring, wearing the same blood red gear he wore for his demon costume the previous week.

LeRay: Omega seems to be hinting at this match being another stage of hell to get through for Arizona.

Beeman: What's hell is watching this guy in the ring.

[Thumper Moore III]

Hysteria by Muse begins to play and the Jerkatron flashes MASTERMIND. Arizona Chance is silhouetted in a single spotlight as the guitar kicks in, and as the full band joins the lights return to normal. Arizona leads the singalong, and the arena awaits the beginning of the match.

LERAY: Arizona Chance is looking for revenge, while Omega Satyros is looking for another shot at the gold Chance holds. Sean, this match holds implications beyond just the J-1.

BEEMAN: What? I’m sorry, I was daydreaming of the ring collapsing and both of these clowns sharing a hospital bed with Conor Caine.

LERAY: There’s the bell, and despite Sean’s objections, we’re underway!

[Omega Satyros]

LeRay: And Omega immediately going in for the ribs, knees to the champion's taped midsection.

Beeman: I'm shocked. Didn't think the punk had this kind of killer instinct in him.

LeRay: Are you actually starting to warm up to Omega?

Beeman: What? No. Just hoping that this fiery attitude leads him to crash and burn, and maybe take Arizona out with him.

LeRay: And the knees to his midsection have Arizona down to his knees. Those ribs are going to the be story of this tournament for the champion. Omega, meanwhile, is looking to make a statement here in this opening matchup.

Beeman: And Arizona gets to the ropes, and ref Panther Haberdashery is breaking up the action. Come on, let these two send each other to the hospital.

LeRay: Omega looks annoyed as he backs off from Arizona.

Beeman: And Arizona makes it to his feet again.

LeRay: And Omega delivers a drop kick right to that injured midsection. Very tactical opening from him. Looking to cement that his win over Arizona back in August was no fluke.

[Thumper Moore III]

LERAY: Chance stumbles outside after that dropkick— he looks hurt. Perhaps he should’ve given his ribs more time to heal.

BEEMAN: He definitely looks like a man without a plan.

LERAY: Satyros heads out after Chance— and as Omega drops to the floor, Chance pops up as quick as a cat and drives Satyros into the ring apron back first, buying some precious time as he backs off. Wait, he sprints forward— Lost Ark Lariat on the outside, and Omega felt that one!

BEEMAN: Hit him back, Omega! Break his ribs! Then get hit again!

LERAY: Sigh. Chance picks up Satyros and rolls him back into the ring— Chance doesn’t roll in, and instead vaults to the apron and climbs to the top rope— Legion of Boom Drop! Arizona pops up with a grin on his face, and he’s feeling the adrenaline. He climbs back up the ropes— perhaps thinking Sedona Sunrise— NO, Satyros to his feet— a cross-body from Chance into a pin attempt! One, two, no!

BEEMAN: Chance hit his ribs hard.

LERAY: And he’s… fine? Chance taps his head and smiles— what’s going on here? Chance rips off his own rib tape and flexes his abs! Has he been fine all along?

BEEMAN: Wait, Chance is using his brain two matches in a row? He took a bunch of shots to the back and ribs in his title match, and he cut a promo wearing the rib tape, but it was all a setup and it looks like Omega bought it! I gotta hand it to the guy— great plan, great execution.

LERAY: Chance tries to grab Satyros but instead takes an elbow to the gut— and he immediately crumples to the mat.

BEEMAN: Like I said, how stupid of Chance to take off his own protection of an area that is clearly injured. What a moron.

LERAY: I’m now thoroughly confused. Was Chance lying all week, or was he acting just now to try to get Satyros to stop attacking the ribs? Either way, Satyros is in control as we take a short break for a message from our sponsor, Rect-all Medicated Butt Cream.

[Omega Satyros]

LeRay: And we're back from commercials. Omega with a Bear Hug into a German Suplex.

Beeman: In spite Arizona appearing to show his midsection is healthy, Omega continues to focus in on the ribs.

LeRay: If Arizona's ribs weren't injured before this match, they certainly may be by the end. Omega gets Arizona backed into a corner with forearms to the ribs.

Beeman: Even if the ribs are injured, you gotta focus on more than just the injury, you dumb goat.

LeRay: Arizona able to land a kick to Omega's knee. He's up to the middle rope.

Beeman: Time for a Sedona Sunrise.

LeRay: That would be, if Omega hadn't nailed a strike to Arizona's leg. Arizona standing again for the move. And Omega using the ropes to get the height for an enzuigiri. 

Beeman: Arizona flies to the outside, hitting the barrier ribs first. Haberdashery starts a count.

Panther: 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 

LeRay: I can't believe Omega would be willing to win like this.

Beeman: He'd be the fool we all know him to be if he wasn't willing to take a win for a win. This isn't a championship match, there's no benefit to Omega to eschew every way he can win.

LeRay: Arizona makes it back in the ring at 7. And the champion looks to be in control with a forearm to the dome of Omega. Omega staggers. Arizona with a drop kick to his side drops Omega to the mat. He's thinking Sedona Sunrise again after Omega borrowed the move to beat Isaiah Arden in the conclusion of his Mania Invitational Series. Omega up to a knee, just barely on his own two feet when Arizona strikes. Sedona Sunrise. Omega recoils from the mat, Arizona just a hair too slow as Omega powders out to ringside.

Beeman: The hell are those two puncture marks in the mat?

LeRay: I believe that's where Omega's horns jabbed into the mat. Omega's using the announce table to pull himself up to his feet.

[Omega Satyros]

LeRay: Arizona's on the apron as Omega, still not fully upright, turns towards the ring. Another Sedona Sunrise! Omega flat on his back on the announce table. Arizona climbs the barricade and is standing above him. He goes for the Legion of Boom Drop, and Omega rolls off the table, Arizona delivering the devastating move to the table itself. The table can't handle it and collapses.

Beeman: What purple prose to describe Arizona missing a move and sending himself tailbone-first through the announce table.

LeRay: And the count returns. Omega makes it in by 5, Arizona by 9.

Beeman: One kick from Omega to Arizona before getting back in and the match would be over, what an idiot.

LeRay: Omega's still feeling the effects of multiple Sedona Sunrises as Arizona lands the Lost Ark Lariat. But only gets a two count.

[Omega Satyros]

(OOC: posting the amount I am due to time constraints on Arizona that were pre-discussed)

Beeman: Arizona needs to put this fool away already.

LeRay: Easier said than done when it comes to Omega. He kicks a leg out from Arizona, sending the champ to a knee. He's off the ropes and lands flying dropkick reminiscent of his Mania match with Gavin Stirling.

Beeman: Am I supposed to be impressed by a copycat?

LeRay: I wouldn't say that, but he's clearly taking what he's learned from his Mania Invitational Series and implementing it in these matches here in the J-1.

Beeman: Speaking of stealing moves, isn't that Artemis's Bow and Arrow submission.

LeRay: It looks to be a Bow and Arrow, a move that Artemis is great at, but did not in fact originate. Whether this would be enough to get Arizona to tap, it's going to continue to damage that allegedly injured midsection.

[Thumper Moore III]

LERAY: Arizona is wincing! He appears to be in agony! He raises a hand— is he about to tap?

BEEMAN: No, stay in it you doofus! I love watching him squirm.

LERAY: Indeed, Chance takes the raised arm and swings downward at Satyros— he hits him twice in the cheek, and the hold is broken.

BEEMAN: But so is Arizona’s back.

LERAY: Chance greatly favoring his back as he lays supine on the mat. Satyros moves in and begins stomping away with his hooves on the back of Chance. Each stomp is punctuated by Satyros grinding his hoof into the champion’s lumbar plexus.

BEEMAN: You just made that up.

LERAY: Satyros backs away and climbs up to the top rope— is he going for a double stomp to Chance’s back?

BEEMAN: If he hits, it could be the coup de grace to his career. He won’t be able to continue in this match, probably the tournament.

LERAY: Omega launches himself skyward, and Arizona rolls inward. Satyros rolls through and charges back at Chance— Chance pops up and hits a Lost Ark Lariat! Both men are down— can Arizona capitalize?

OOC: Great job Omega! Thanks for picking up my slack!

[Omega Satyros]

LeRay: Arizona is first to his feet after Omega took his second Lost Ark Lariat of the night. It's clear what he's setting up for.

Beeman: And Omega's sweep out of the spotlight begins with the Last Crusade!

LeRay: Arizona goes for the pin, Omega lurches his shoulder. It's not enough for a kickout, but Omega's hand falls just right to land on the bottom rope. Panther catches it just before the third count.

Beeman: A spasm saves this punk? Really?

LeRay: Those are the instincts you expect out of veterans, the reflexes to push forward in the matchup no matter what. Arizona is racking his brain how to solve the puzzle that is his opponent in this match.

Beeman: It'd be so much easier if these goodie-two-shoes were willing to take risks with the rules. We see it everyday in this business.

LeRay: Arizona's up to the top rope, seemingly aiming for his third Sedona Sunrise of the right. Omega stumbles to the side, jarring the top rope and disrupting Arizona's balance.

Beeman: Ooooo. Good thing Arizona and Veronica already have a kid. Any man in the audience is going to feel that one.

LeRay: Omega's back up to his feet. He picks Arizona off the turnbuckle, nailing a running powerslam, driving Arizona's spine and ribs into the mat, and follows up with a Springboard Satyr Sault.

Beeman: But its not enough as Arizona kicks out at 2 Both of the might end up stuck in the middle of the pack if they cant put the other away as the time limit draws near.

[Omega Satyros]

LeRay: Both of these warriors slowly get to their feet. They look into each others' eyes, and nod.

Beeman: What is this bs? The clocks ticking.

LeRay: That it is as both men begin laying into each other, forearms from Omega to Arizona's midsection, elbows from Arizona the side of Omega's head. This match had will come down to whichever man can outlast this last flurry of offense.

Beeman: Not at this rate.

LeRay: Neither man is letting up, neither is backing down. They're both staggering, their breath is ragged. The next big move landed will, without a doubt, be the one to end it.

Beeman: I swear, watching a hourglass would be less tedious than listening to you.

Omega and Arizona land one last blow, sending each other down to a knee. The time keeper rings the bell with Rod C getting on the mic.

Rod C: This match has ended in a time limit draw, meaning both Arizona Chance and Omega Satyros have earned one point in the J-1 Pinnacle.