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Post by Kip Whistler on Nov 7, 2023 18:16:44 GMT -5
Round One in Block A:
Bad Luck Bradley (0) vs. "Lord" Taylor Thorin (0)
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Post by Bad Luck Bradley on Nov 7, 2023 18:27:04 GMT -5
The lights dim, spotlights hit the ramp and our favourite Lady Gaga remix hits:
Yes, yes, y'all, it's our boy, Bad Brad, the Bad Luck Wrestler, one half of the Bad Luck Bros, Jammy-Award-Winning sweat machine himself. Our boy Rod C chimes in:
Rod C: The following contest has a twenty-minute time limit and is scheduled for one fall.
The crowd roars, "ONE FALL!"
Rod C: Introducing our first competitor... Bad! Luck! Brad! Ley!
The crowd reacts tepidly as Brad steps through the curtain. He steps onto a rotating platform and stands in a T-pose as several officials give him a budget Tony Stark Iron Man deconstruction: his IV is unplugged, his neck brace is unclipped and his arm and leg plasters are removed by those cool tiny circular saws. One official begins to remove some bandages but Brad slaps them away, thinking it makes him look tough. He limps to the ring as Gaga belts out, "I want your love and I want your revenge, you and me could write a bad romance!" and by the time he has rolled into the ring, the crowd is singing along, less to do with Brad and more to do with the fact that Lady Gaga is just amazing.
She is, lads, she's the best.
Before the second verse can begin, Brad has rolled out of the ring, awaiting Thorin's entrance...
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Post by "Lord" Taylor Thorin on Nov 8, 2023 18:24:39 GMT -5
Mozart's "Overture from the marriage of Figaro" hits and out march officers dressed in EITC garb. Thorin walks out in the middle of them and heads to the ring.
He looks in a slightly better state than when we last saw him, but there's still no joy that crosses his face, just a steely eyed look towards his opponent. He even forgoes his usual "ritual" of wiping his feet as he enters the ring, simply heading to the corner awaiting for the bell.
The EITC officers head to the back and the referee calls for the bell as Bradley gets back in the ring. DING DING and we're underway!
The two opponents circle each other first before going for a classic lock-up. A brief test of strength doesn't produce a winner and they back away, circle again and go to lock back up, but Thorin instead takes a short-cut and delivers a quick kick to Bradley's knee, which buckles him, and follows up with a European Uppercut.
Bradley falls to the mat and Thorin is on him, grabbing a hold of the leg and locking in a leglock.
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Post by Bad Luck Bradley on Nov 9, 2023 1:22:18 GMT -5
What follows is a real roshambo. A big old Donnybrook. A rough scrap. A battering session. Two men just duking it out. Pair of warriors. Just plain fighting.
To give a play-by-play would belie the complex eccentricities of the match, the subtle references, the implied movements, the promise of reprisal. Simply put, it was one of the greatest technical matches seen outside of master ring technician Tommy End.
Thorin waited for an opening and took it. Though his style had now changed, shadows of his former self flitted over his face. A rope drag, a back scratch, a thumb in the eye. And yet his new repertoire spoke volumes. Holds, clutches, suplexes, Nelsons, inversions, subversions.
A moment appeared when both men, dragged out and run down from the battle, took turns sitting in a steel chair while the other wailed on them, just standing before the ten count. Both men went to the top rope separately, and paid dearly for it.
In the end only one could win, and it was dumb luck who crowned him. Thorin swung left but Brad feinted right. With exhausted grace, there was a roll-up, both men fighting against gravity. The referee's hand fell three times, though onlookers will swore they saw Thorin's shoulder rise before the third.
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