Post by Chief Tom-O-Hawk on May 7, 2016 2:30:44 GMT -5
Freezer Burn vs Micky Saint
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He took a loss. One .. two .. three. And how did the old man feel about it? Vengeful and envigorated. It's been a while since he's felt this much LIFE flowing through his veins. He loved the feel. He relished in it. But others would soon despise what this new life would do to the old man.
He's inside the wrestling ring at his private gym in Southern Arizona. a dozen independent wrestlers were hired to keep him on his toes, and so far .. the old man has kept up. The man in the ring with him now is a Mexi-Cali wrestler with dreams of making it in one of those entertainment federations. He's come in fast and fierce with Freeze on the defensive through most of the bout, but a ploy is at hand.
Freeze studies him on the fly. Learning what move gets what response. He ducks a clothesline and rebounds with a crossbody. He steps backwards to avoid strikes and steps in to nail his own. The little things only a veteran of the ring would notice.
With the homework done, the lesson commences.
The Mexi-Cali throws a jab, and another, both connecting to the old man. A good right cross catches Freeze right under the eye, and he pretends to be stunned. Just like the last two times, the Mexi rebounds off the ropes but this time, Freeze follows him in with a clothesline that tumbles the smaller man over the top rope. The startled man comes right back up to his feet, the generic rookie mistake, as Freeze launches himself through the ropes and nails the independant wrestler with a flying spear.
Both men use the apron to regain footing and Freeze takes another jab. The younger man steps back to avoid the swing, and like clockwork, comes in with that jab of his own. This time, Freeze goes in and ducks, spinning partway to the man's side and drops him with a side russian legsweep. With a twist of his body, Freeze is on top, landing a series of blows down onto the Mexi-Cali.
The young man raises his arms to block, just as Freeze planned. He grabs a wrist, twists and rotates as he stands, forcing the man to assume a sitting position as Freeze rotates on through with an arm wringer. The Mexi forces himself to stand, trying to push back against Freeze who simply adjusts and irish whips the smaller man to the ring apron. Not enough room to put on the breaks, the man hits the apron and Freeze quickly hoists him up onto the mat and under the bottom rope.
He slips back into the ring and the lighter man is already on his feet, putting the boots to Freeze as he's down. After about the fourth or fifth stomp, he rushes off to the ropes and Freeze stands. The smaller, faster man comes in with a full head of steam, and gets caught with a tilt-a-whirl gutbuster for his trouble. The Mexi stands wobbly legged and the old man takes position behind him.
GERMAN SUPLEX!
The Mexi looks stunned but Freeze holds though and brings him upright again.
GERMAN SUPLEX!
The man looks downright delirious and Freeze brings him up yet again. He reaches for the ropes but is taken down again.
RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP!!
In his panic mode he gives Freeze exactly what he wants. With a grip of the wrist and a posioning of his legs, the Mexi-Cali finds himself in real trouble.
CROSS ARMBAR SUBMISSION!
It only takes a few seconds for the inexperienced man to tap out. But Freeze isn't letting go. He leans back, hyper-extending the elbow even more and the Mexi screams out in pain. His free hand is tap tap tapping faster than the guitar licks on a good round of speed metal.
The other independants rush the ring to seperate the two. After a pair of Blasphemers, Absolute Zeros, and Left Handed Backfists, half the indies are on the mat. Freeze is squared off on one end of the ring against the remaining five indies on the other side. His fists are shaking in rage. His vision more clear now than it's been in a long time.
He wasn't saying anything. He couldn't say anything. His absolute FURY wouldn't allow it.
And for Mickey Saint, the wrong man, in the wrong place, at the wrong time, the words won't matter anyway. Everything to be said will be done with absolute violence, vengeance, and venom.
It Will Be ANARCHY ... at the least.
With a sadistic grin, Freeze launches himself at the remaining five men. Things just got fun for Freeze.
