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M5: Serial© vs. Gunnar Wuher vs. Sean Aries; REF: Mitch Mitchellson
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Topic Started: Nov 12 2010, 11:43 PM (1,178 Views)
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Nov 20 2010, 01:00 PM
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/~*Fuck my knee. As I rolled out of the ring after that devastating flipper lock. It's an interesting feeling you know, to be moments away from either losing your livelihood or losing your chance once again st the Undisputed Championship. My body crashes to the mat below as I wonder what it's going to take to bring one man down and another down enough to fell the first. With the Protested Hero lackadaisically controlling the wrist, or shall I say flipper, of Sean Aries... *~\
Brunswick: "I think Gunnar's out of this one Doug. I mean that lock that Aries threw on him like it was nothing was probably the best variation of that hold I've seen him perform."
Smith: "Mind you Gunnar has no chance here in this match. So what does it matter really?"
Brunswick: "How could you determine that Doug?"
Smith: "Well, Sean might be a dick, but I can guarantee you that he's not the odd man out here. Wuher's been the odd man since he got here."
Brunswick: "...and the champ gets a free pass?"
Smith: "For being the champion! Jeez Josh."
/~*Sean's CQC technique might of put him at the zenith of this match, but now his headband is being used against him as a weapon. Serial has pushed it down to his opponent;'s throat and has his foot firmly placed behind it. The Dolphin's eyes are bugging out of his head, trying to find some sort of relief against the pressure. It comes mercifully at the hands of the referee who begins to admonish Serial for the blatant choke. At the count of four, the immigration Sensation pulls off of the sea mammal and re-evaluates the situation. With Gunnar out of the picture, it'd be better to keep pressure on Aries for now. So Serial gets his idea for what he's about to do. He takes a moment and jumps to the top turnbuckle like a frog out of hot water. He turns and marks his target after which he returns to the facing away position he was once in and performs a picture perfect moonsault. Sean springs up out of agony as Serial's momentum carries him over the impact point. The So Cal Killa covers his opponent.*~\
Ref:
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NO!
/~*Kicking out once again, which must be working wonders on that ever so tender spinal cord of the Dolphin, we see more of this athletic competition. Serial quickly springs back up to attempt some crazy lucha shit. He moves to the ropes and hops over to get onto the apron. That's when Wuher strikes with a lead pipe. The luchador collapses like a bag of potatoes down to the mat below. Gunnar's pipe made direct connection with the already disturbed patella of the Immigration Sensation!*~\
Brunswick: "Oh man! What a shot by Wuher!"
Smith: "Typical. When all else fails get a weapon!"
Brunswick: "Don't tell me you haven't tried to grab for something when you desperate in a fight."
/~*The previous assertion by Josh was a fairly true one, as we all know Doughy Doug is a perennial coward. There is something burning behind the gimping Viking. He only gimps for a moment to charge the champion and nail the back of his skull with Ragnarok! Serial spins right out of his boots. The concussion-making kick sends a sprawling luchador into gaga land where he thinks he's back in the streets of Mexico, huffing glue. Wuher turns to focus his attention on the task at hand however, with Sean coming to his senses in the middle of the ring, looking for any sign of his opponents. He notices the downed Serial and makes chase. He's half-way out of the ring when he catches Gunnar sliding back in.Oh boy oh boy, lets beat up on the punching bag of PRW, or at leas that's what Sean thinks. That's when he's caught in a small package by Wuher *~\
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NO!
/~*The Porpoise with a Purpose slithers out of that one quickly, only to get right back to his feet. Wuher's not so lucky, with his knee being torn to shreds from the flipper lock moments ago. He has to use the turnbuckle to help him to his feet which Sean takes advantage of immediately. He charges the ropes and runs around the ring in a circle to get enough momentum for the Pineapple Express! Only instead of finding Wuher's face to kick off, he's got his groin through the second rope, kicking off an ascending Serial! Wuher's quick reflex flattened him out so that this might pass like a wave on the ocean. With the champion's hopes for a return and revenge in this match dashed for now, Gunnar takes advantage by making Sean go to his back. Mounting his former friend, pinning his stomach down underneath his top-heavy body, Gunnar looks to show us all why he's the Patron Saint of Re-arranging Your Face.*~\
Brunswick: "Gunnar's got Sean trapped and mounted, his shoulder isn't down though so there isn't a pinfall here."
Smith: "Oh what is he gonna do? A titty twister? Perhaps something else equally stupid?"
Brunswick: "Well, what would you do in that situation brainiac?"
/~*Josh's question goes unanswered as Gunnar rains down the first elbow, which catches the New Jersey Devil on his nose. This dazes him for a moment as he tries to block the second shot coming from the other side. That's when Wuher connects with another shot from the elbow across Sean's cheek bone which rocks his world. Stars, Vikings, Lights, and Emily's Tits float around his head as h is defenses slowly become less and less. Gunnar has Sean exactly where he's wanted him for two straight years. Slowly, Wuher continues his methodical pummeling, taking back his control over this match with the best method he knows how. It ends up being that he gets a dozen shots in which visibly take it's toll by swelling one eye just below the socket up to the size of a gum ball, only to grow bigger. Sean is dazed and confused, suddenly relieved of the oxygen crushing force from above. That is because Serial has re-entered this match with a steel chair in hand. Clocking Wuher in the back, the Immigration Sensation covers his opponent!*~\
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NO!
/~*The positioning and the pinfall was very sloppy for a man who's had enough experience to become the Undisputed Champion. Wuher's foot rests on the rope out of sheer protest from the shot he received moments ago. A small bit of frustration shows from Serial's momentary temper tantrum. Wuher's getting under his skin and he just wants to take a ciesta. Serial's had enough of this as he drags Gunnar back into the middle of the ring and gives his bad leg a DDT. A 'Fuck You' from the earlier pipe shot which nearly collapsed his knee. He grabs his Viking opponent and brings each other to their feet. With all the force he can muster, Serial tries to lift the Viking in a torture rack position for the Serial Killa! He gets about half way there when Gunnar elbows his way out of the move and comes down on the back of his opponent's neck! Wuher's reverse facebuster move does what it's supposed to as he rolls Serial back over to his back and suddenly does what some would consider a sin in Lucha Libre!*~\
Brunswick: "Wait a minute. What is Gunnar doing here?"
Smith: "Probably something that doesn't make sense."
Brunswick: "UH WAIT A MINUTE HERE..."
/~*The Protested Hero's Protests are a moot point to what's about to happen. With the final undoing of the knot behind Serial's head, Gunnar raises his trophy high in the air.
Gunnar Wuher has acquired the mask of Serial.
Covering his face, in shock, and trying to keep himself hidden... the champ rolls out of the ring and tries to do what's best and hide underneath the ring.
Wuher takes the mask, holding it high above his head as the Mexicans in the crowd boo the fuck out of the once-hero. Wuher takes the mask and limps over to one of the ring posts. The solid steel pipe is like a small haven for the Piledrivin' Viking as he drops the bit of shiny fabric down the tube, 10 feet below to the ground. There is no way Serial, the referee or anyone could re-acquire that mask and Serial is currently like an Ostrich in the sand. Ass up, head down just like the bitch he is. Which leaves our American Dolphin. Sean, numb with pain and shock that his beautiful face is currently re-arranged, charges his gimping opponent. Gunnar responds with a European Uppercut that sends both men down! Gunnar's knee gave out after that massive shot and Aries world was rocked back into semi-concussion ville. The ground and pound from the former Pimp really has done a number on Sean. Wuher goes for the ropes to help himself up as Sean shakes off the European that moments ago, sent him flying.
When both men return to their feet, they're dead center in the middle of the ring. The most logical thing happens. Wuher takes an Aries punch to the jaw. Sean gets his just desserts with a air-pipe crushing palm strike. The Dolphin uses his mighty flipper to respond with another shot. Wuher fires with another European, which sees his knee luckily holds up. Sean backs into the rope and comes back, somewhat dazed to try and deliver something. That's stopped by Wuher's approach. The first shot is fired with a Roaring elbow. Aries takes it dead on the chin and for some reason is still standing. Gunnar pivots and reverses his former motion into a Spinning Backfist! Sean still won't go down! Staggering, the Dolphin is left open to the third shot of this Charge. The Superkick ROCKS Sean's noggin, snapping it back as he shows little signs of consciousness. Wuher's knee is holding together but for how long? He prays it's for a few more moments as he returns Sean to his feet. Lifting his former brother high into the air by his waist, Sean is in the worst position possible for his chances at winning this thing. Gunnar notes his ending spot and Jumps. The Runnning Jumping Tombstone Piledriver ends Slepnir's Charge on the discarded chair from earlier. Gunnar's knee is fucked from the impact, but his opponent is out cold. Sean hasn't moved and all Gunnar has to do is cover him! However that knee is stopping him from moving as quickly as we hoped. Wuher clutches his leg as he crawls to his place of glory! A moment later, Wuher has Sean's Achilles Tendons underneath his arm pits, while his legs cover the shoulders of his former Genocidal teammate. With Serial stuck under the ring without a mask, Gunnar in the center with Sean's body prone... Mitchelson makes the call.*~\
FINISHER PINFALL ATTEMPT
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Mitch Mitchellson
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Nov 20 2010, 02:14 PM
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ONE!
A sudden force beneath the ring shoves the pinning combination up just about an inch before the canvas returns to normal, Mitchellson pausing for just an instant before continuing his count. Gunnar and Sean hardly seem to notice this minor detail as Mitch slams his hand down once again.
TWO!
By sheer instinct alone, Sean Aries forces his shoulder off the canvas while Mitch hoists his arm up for the final count. Gunnar looks stunned but Mitchellson smiles with a crafty smirk as he signals only a two count. The American Dolphin had noticed the force and assumed it to be Mitch's two count, and forced his shoulder off the canvas just seconds after "the pin had been made".
Mitchellson: Very crafty, very crafty indeed.
Gunnar's horror is further intensified as Serial slowly crawls out from beneath the ring seconds later and rises, a new mask protecting his identity and a look of hatred so great, it all but burns a hole straight between Wuher's eyes.
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Nov 20 2010, 04:45 PM
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Both Sean and Serial look to shred Gunnar for his sneaky efforts, and Gunnar is paralyzed in shock knowing he is in deep trouble. The race to Gunnar is forfeited by Aries who simply decides to watch as Serial enters the ring with the crowd on his side, sporting a fresh mask and a fresher instinct to kill. As the Immigration Sensation draws closer to his soon to be prey, the mighty Viking frantically lifts himself to his feet , only to be punished by Serial with a Forearm strike, which throttles Wuher in reverse. The violence does not end there as Serial continues his attack with another Forearm followed by, you guessed it, another Forearm strike. The frenzy of Forearms crank Gunnar’s head back almost permanently. With the adrenaline rush now vanquished from all those strikes, the SoCal Killa grabs hold of his pimpalicious foe before seating him atop the peak turnbuckle. To make certain that his opponent will not try any means of escape, Serial smacks the taste of Gunnar’s mouth with a open handed Palm Strike. OLE! Goes the crowd who is now in a ruckus. After pimp slapping the pimp, the Protested Hero climbs to the middle turnbuckle before springing upward and locking his legs around the head of Wuher, only to flip both parties to the canvas with a Frankensteiner. While Gunnar is the one who takes the brunt of the blow, the energy it took Serial to apply the move leaves splattered across the mat along with his opponent. Perhaps blowing his ‘load’ on Forearms, the now Unprotested Hero remains on the canvas, the entrance and escort of breaths working at a heavy pace for the luchadore. Seeing both his opponents laid out in front of him, Sean Aries has to make a painful decision as to who to try and pin. The Porpoise finds his purpose as he climbs on top of Wuher in order to take advantage of Serial’s as well as take a page from the luchadore’s book. Steal.
OOOOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEE!!!
TTTTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOO!!!!
TTTTHHHHHHHRRRRR----
Brunswick: WUHER GETS HIS SHOULDER UP!
Smith: How did he do that? I know everyone hates him, but he has to have earned everyone’s respect after that.
Aries looks at his former partner, whom he probably doesn’t respect, in dismay as yet again, the American Dolphin comes so close to winning only for his opportunity to crumble in the last milliseconds. Wuher rolls to his back, while able to get his shoulder up, not really in any sort of shape to do much else than sloth against the canvas. Slightly rejuvenated by his frustration and realizing that Wuher isn’t going anywhere any time soon, Aries focuses on the token in the party. Sean lifts the lighter of his choices off the canvas before simply falling forward with an STO takedown, conserving what little energy he has left while also slamming his foe upon the canvas. The back of Serial’s head bounces off the mat and before it has any chance of returning to the (at this point) pillow like canvas, Sean uses his near arm to encircle a headlock position while grabbing Serial’s closest wrist, bending it into a triangle like shape and placing it behind his head. The American Dolphin swoops his hand through the loop, before uniting it with his other wrist, causing compression on Serial’s arm and throat. Few survive the Anaconda Vice, but if Serial wants any chance at leaving Texas with his gold, he’ll have to withstand the pressuring choke. Gunnar begins to stir from the canvas, but in reality has no idea how at risk his title shot is. Meanwhile, while trying to squirm free, Serial reaches out to any sort of ring end with the tip of his free hand as well as the tip of his toes. After his peripherals notify him that he is nowhere near the ropes, the Manic Hispanic goes a bit crazy, with desperation. The spectators root for their hero as he searches for a way out. Adding to the pressure, Aries yanks back pulling Serial upward, which the champ utilizes to his advantage by exploding upward almost to his feet. The American Dolphin lifts up with Serial, maintaining the choke before pressing his opponent back to the canvas, killing the crowd’s excitement and Serial’s chances simultaneously.
Gonzalez: CHINGOW! EL PENCHE DELFIN!.
Cortez: CHINGA TU PENCHE MADRE DELFIN.
Luckily for the champion (and the Spanish commentary team), his futile efforts at breaking the submission garnered enough time for Wuher to recover a few of his senses. Da’ Pimp soars into the air before slamming his lower limbs across Sean with an Atomic Leg Drop that would tear up Hulk Hogan. The submission is broken, leaving the title’s claim still up in the air. Needing to desperately gain some oxygen to his brain, Serial rolls to a nearby corner, leaving the Dolphin to fend for himself against a bloodthirsty Viking.
Brunswick: Wuher has a chance to take advantage now.
Smith: But how much energy does he have left to utilize?
The Porpoise-friendly Punisher swims to his feet, only to have his chin checked by Wuher with a European Uppercut which cracks him as well as his foundation. Aries wobbles backward before hazily stumbling forward right into a Three Quarter Facelock from Gunnar Wuher. Since it worked so well last time (note sarcasm), Da’ Pimp runs into a unoccupied corner before pacing past all three turnbuckles and flipping backward for another attempt at a Demon Slayer. Aries is able to push Gunnar off before Wuher can force the Dolphin to the canvas. The stubbornness of Gunnar to get the last saying against his former partner, backfires when Gunnar lands on his feet directly behind Sean. The Master of the Mat wrenches a Back Elbow ‘just below’ the belly button of Gunnar before he spins behind his former ‘Genocide’ mate with a Wristlock. The Wristlock proves to be just a ruse as Sean lifts Gunnar by his leg, almost as if setting up for a Leg Hook Belly to Back Suplex. Instead of dropping Gunnar backwards though, Sean maintains his grip and gets a running start before twisting and dropping into a Piledriver. For Gunnar it is his Durban Poison and more than likely curtains. For Sean, it is his chance to finally win the gold. For Serial, it is an opportunity to climb the turnbuckles, as Aries flips Gunnar onto his back. Hooking the leg, Aries is a mere three count from the elusive Undisputed Championship of Internet Wrestling. Mitch rocks into position and begins the count, while Serial simultaneously faces the crowd as he peaks a standing arrangement atop the highest turnbuckle before launching into the air…
OOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEE!!!
The cameras light up the arena as Serial rotates in the air with such grace and precision…
TTTTTTTTWWWWOOOOOOO!!!!!
Will Serial’s aerial assault be in vain?
TTTTTHHHHHRRRRR----
No it will not. Just before Mitch can drop his palm against the canvas, the Aerodynamic Assassin crashes into Aries breaking the count with his favorite aerial maneuver, Chicano Genocide! Serial holds his back in pain before pushing Sean off of Gunnar and onto his back. Serial raises his arm in victory for an instant before collapsing on top of his victim. Wuher is mere inches away, but is in a slumber of his own. Serial is now a three count away from a title defense, and the audience could not be louder. Aries and Wuher have given a valiant effort this evening, but it may be a Chicano form of Genocide that keeps them from victory.
Brunswick: Ironic isn’t it?
Smith: Indeed.
FINISHER (x2)/PIN ATTEMPT.
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Mitch Mitchellson
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Nov 21 2010, 06:01 PM
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ONE!
TWO!
Out of utter desperation in his haze, Gunnar Wuher swings his all but destroyed body toward the pinning combination; his arm propelled like a sledgehammer as it makes contact with something The Patron Saint of Rearranging Your Face doesn't see.
Brunswick: Gunnar just hit Mitch Mitchellson!
Indeed, the sledgehammer like swinging blow slams straight into the back of Mitch's skull and forces his face into the canvas. The sudden case of blunt force trauma to the cranium leaves Mitchellson much like all the competitors in this match, lying in a heap upon the mat. Serial looks back to see why the pin count has halted and looks stunned while Wuher, just managing to pull his head off the canvas, smiles a big cheesy grin before laying his head back down upon the canvas and going back to sleep.
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Nov 21 2010, 10:26 PM
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Sean snapped out of his exhaustion, realizing the situation. Ironically, The Mexican Soaring Bean knocked him out of his funk, right as the perfect time. Aries took a moment to thank the dues ex machima Gods, and proceed in pulling himself out from under Gunnar, much like his father had to do with dead platoon members in Vietnam. The only difference is Gunnar's stench was worse than death itself. The Dolphin found himself in a peculiar situation, looking like a dying hermit crab trying to find another shell to hide from a fat pelican. Aries dug his finger nails into the canvas, while trying to muster his 3rd wind together. Serial sat up on his haunches, his eyes locked on Sean, as Gunnar rolled off to the side, his sides still hurting from the Mexican torrential downfall more devastating than El Nino. Serial knew a pin on Gunnar could seal a win, but Aries wouldn't allow that. Sean felt the massive weight off his legs as he watched Mitchellson stir, slowly shaking the cobwebs and staring daggers through Gunnar. Although the act was pure accident, and it is in the Referee contract that injury may occur while on the job, it still fucking hurt! Sean found salvation as his hands clasped over the bottom rope, letting out a small amount of held breath, knowing at the moment, the loss wouldn't be his.
Brunswick: All three men still down, Serial looking to take advantage first.
Smith: He has to watch it though, coming down from that height, unto an uneven surface such as two other human bodies can take its toll, same advice to the other two, especially Gunnar, crushed beneath both.
Brunswick: Well what about Sean?
Smith: What about him? He was screaming for a sandwich earlier and it looks like he got it, haha!
Brunswick: Real insightful Doug, you're just spiteful Sean didn't let Emily parade out here for you.
Smith: No! ... Well it would of been nice if I had something to look at, while Gunnar was hitting people with sinks and shit!
Gonzalez: Serial se está levantando de la estera como la tolerancia de una Phoenix!
Cortez: Gunnar parece un burro hinchado muerto, jajaja!
Serial found himself to his feet first, silently stepping up to Sean, looking out at the crowd as he felt his energy slowly balling up into a sphere of racism and hatred, the tension between all three of them starting to grow. Sean was becoming pestered at the fact he couldn't find a way to beat these two, his patients wearing thin, as he felt a tan, labor worked hand grab the base of his boot. His arms tensing as he grew distant from the ropes, his hands eventually slipping and waving good bye to the red strip of security for him. The next was two hands grabbing his waist, and wheelbarrowing him up, and then over, getting a wonderful view of the stadium rafters, as well as the other side of the crowd upside down, right before his head smacked the mat. Serial German suplexed Sean, folding him up like an old road map and holding him over, bridging himself as Mitchellson, now fully recovered and ready to make a fresh count! Sean prepared to arch his body, but before he couldn't use his strength to kick out, He felt something large disrupt Serial, sending him toppling and interrupting the pin.
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No!
It was Gunnar Wuhers time to play asshole as he double axe handle dived onto Serial and stopping the count, saying his, and Sean's chances at the gold. Aries sprawled his legs out and slid down to the arena floor in front of the commentator booths sprawling out exhausting himself even more trying to recover, listening to Doug and Brunny banter, trying to keep track of the match, and shut out the hollering fans.
Brunswick: Gunnar taking firm control of this match, that time in the corner was just the thing he needed to come back in this match! Meanwhile It look's like Sean is out cold on the floor
Smith: Yeah! *Hollering over the booth* Game Over Sean! Hahahaha!
Sean's eyes snapped open, staring up as he slowly hoisted himself up to a sitting position, staring down Doug, his last comment echoing in his head. Aries felt pupils turn to pinheads, fuming, as he pulled himself up with desk, never letting his eyes off of Doug. Sean lunges forward and grabs Doug by the tie, pulling him out of his chair and onto the desk. Sean presses his forehead against Doug's, whispering to him, but still picking up clear as day on the broadcast.
Aries: Enough....with...the shitty...jokes. Now sit here, and do your job, or I'll have you replaced with Strider Dan.
Sean pulls the tie down onto the desk, forcing Doug's head to follow suit, tapping lightly on the wood, as static followed to all of the pay per view subscribers. Sean turned around, disregarding a chuckling Josh Brunswick, as he slid into the ring, catching Serial and Gunnar in a lock up. Sean took a knee, and crouched down, re-energizing while those two shlubs duked it out for momentary dominance. Aries was picking his spot this time, his tolerance of video game jokes had finally run thin, planning on giving Serial, Gunnar, and the rest of the roster who mocked The Dolphin. Gunnar was still seemingly in control, Irish whipping The Manic Hispanic into the ropes, and catching him on the rebound with a devastating lariat! Serial flipped inside out like a reversible wind breaker, falling to the mat in a wild spasm. Sean stood up, Gunnar turning a split second too late as Sean pounced like a drunken panda, clawing and thrashing at the face of The Viking! Sean stood up over Gunnar, still pounding his face into the canvas as his rage flowed through his fists as Gunnar's hands frantically tried to cover up, Sean's hand far too fast at the moment. Gunnar's arms went limp as Aries hovered over him, seething as his attention turned to The Champion, had the time, and silence to perch himself on the top rope, preparing to dive as Sean. Sean had to think fast, watching a Care Package straight from Mexico preparing to be delivered. Aries had to think fast though, as Serial jumped head first from the turnbuckle, looking more towards Gunnar than Aries. Sean took one giant stride forward and dove, twisting his arm and body. With a little bit of timing, patience and of course luck, Aries connected his bicep into Serial's jaw, misguiding the Mexican missile straight into nothing. The crowd roared at Sean's clutch move, as Sean toppled to the mat as well, rolling over onto his stomach, banging the mat, fueled up and ready to go. You see kids, while the jokes were old and stale, Doug Smith couldn't of been more wrong. It's only game over when Sean dies, or runs out of quarters, and from the looks of it, The Dolphin had a pocket full of change and there was no way a Mexican and a has-been were going to be the death of him.
Sean's hands slammed the stained canvas, feeling his own body revive with every pound. Sean's eyes firmly locked on Serial, rolling on the mat with his hands hugging his mandible. Aries looked poised to strike and end this, that was until The Nickelback of PRW brought a Norwegian boot across the face of Aries. Sean felt his head swivel as his sight turned from Serial over to a recovering Doug, his mouth tasting like copper as he spat on the canvas, red saliva pooled below him, as he felt himself topple on is side, like a Kodiak bear being tranquilized.
Brunswick: And Aries is down again, and this time it looks like its for good.
Smith: Good! I'm actually rooting for Gunnar for once, bastard gave me a concussion
Brunswick: You had it coming, wuss.
Sean dipped his fingers into his mouth, feeling a sting in his jaw, his cheek swelling knowing right away what's happening. Aries watched through glazed eyes as Gunnar lifted up Serial, his nose running with blood, most likely thanks to Sean. Aries felt his head dip back down, his jaw throbbing as he crawled towards his opponents, watching closely as Gunnar manhandled Serial towards the turnbuckle, lifting him up and onto the top rope, climbing up after him. Aries knew Gunnars intentions were to finish off Serial with something big, like Thor's Hammer. When Aries vision cleared and saw Gunner pulling Serial into his legs, Aries knew he had to make a moral decision, but at this point, these two could rot in hell for the miserable time spent with them. Sean was in the perfect position to stand up at a distance, Gunnar and Serials vision obscured. Gunnar hoisted Serial up into the air, perfect powerbomb formation. Aries started to run, tripping half way and catching Gunnar with a diving punch to the vertebrae, Gunnar's toppled forward, his arms losing grip as Serial fell backwards out of the ring to the ring mat below, sprawling on the mat as the crowd gasped in horror. Gunnar covered his back, looking down to make sure Serial was still breathing. He had no compassion for El Campeon, but murder was still murder. Gunnar turned looking down over his shoulder at Aries, climbing up to one knee, and then his feet and laying another body blow to the kidneys, Gunnars body already ravaged from the match, Sean just tenderizing the ribs a bit more. Gunnar slumped forward in pain, his torso killing him, actually it was Sean, but that's not the point. The American Dolphin latched his arms onto Gunnars waist, pulling his back against his and grabbing his arms, holding them out horizontially.
Brunswick: Sean Aries, with Gunnar on his shoulders, and to think he may not of gotten up if you hadn't said anything Dough!
Smith: Shut up, If Sean Aries wins I'll eat my own hat.
Sean, much like Christ himself, carried Gunnar out like a cross, many fans gawking in aspiration, while the Spanish crowd looks on at Serial, still down on the mat from his tumble. Aries reached the near center, feeling Gunnar struggling, Aries in one swoop motion, helped Gunnar down from the crucifix position like he so gingerly wanted, rolling off one shoulder with the push of Sean's arm, and tumbling down, meeting Sean's knee half way, smashing into Gunnars nose like a freight train and sending him reeling to the mat. Gunnar's arm rolled loosely on the mat, his face caked with his own blood, pouring like a fountain from his nose. His eyes seemed crossed as Sean quickly scurried over, almost unable to stay on his feet as he dove onto Gunnar, hooking both legs as Mitchellson slid into place, right next to Sean.
Brunswick: Could he finally do it?! Could Sean Aries bring home the gold to Davey Jones?!
Smith: Please..God, if you are there.
Sean could feel his heart slow down as he tried to cease from shivering, his body running on fumes, barely able to hold Gunnars legs, let alone lift the poor bastard.
LAST FINISHER/PIN ATTEMPT
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Mitch Mitchellson
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Nov 22 2010, 09:15 PM
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Mitch Mitchellson may have slide into place, but the truth was that PRW’s Senior Referee’s head was still mostly a daze; Mitchellson not completely seeing clearly and certainly in no condition to make a standard speed count. None the less, Mitch hoisted his arm into the air and slammed it down upon the mat as the crowd counted along with him.
ONE!
On the outside of the squared circle, the champion hears the slapping of Mitchellson’s hand and is suddenly much more conscious than he was seconds earlier; Serial’s mind fighting through the haze so he may perhaps save his championship reign. In the few seconds it takes Mitch to pull his arm from off the canvas and back into the air, The Protested Hero has already rolled onto his stomach and desperately crawls toward the ring apron.
TWO!
With his eyes clenched shut, Sean Aries sees only the dark interior of his eyelids as he grinds his teeth along each second of Mitch Mitchellson’s exuberantly slow pin count. Gunnar Wuher remains motionless as blood continues to flow freely from his perhaps broken nose while The Immigration Sensation reaches up and takes hold of the cloth top of the ring apron and struggles to pull himself up to his knees. Mitchellson’s leg hangs just a few inches from the ropes as Serial struggles to dead lift his battered body; instead only managing to watch PRW’s Senior Referee’s hand descend toward the canvas for a third time.
THREE!
The remaining strength in Serial’s body dissipates as Mitch’s hand connects with the canvas for a third and final time, Gunnar Wuher propelling his shoulder off the canvas nearly five seconds after the final count. The Protested Hero, the Former Undisputed Champion, falls from the ring apron back to the floor and seemingly returns to the land of semi-consciousness as Mitch Mitchellson rolls slowly onto his back and calls for the bell. As the bell chimes three times in quick succession to signify the close of this contest, Bob Saget climbs to his feet and seems quite pleased as he makes his final announcement of the night.
Bob Saget: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner and NEW Undisputed Champion of Internet Wrestling; The American Dolphin, Sean Aries!
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