Worley: This next match, will be the last, in hour one. It is a single fall, The World Champion Chris Falkenyork, versus Mark Adkins, both of heavyweight caliber, proven time and time again. First, will but approach, Mark Adkins.
"More Human" By White Zombie, blasts over the P.A system, and the crowd goes wild, and out from the curtains out strides Mark Adkins, with a calmed, soothing look arranged on his whole posture. Showing not a worry of the world on his upbeing.
Worley: First, approaching the ring. Former Duel Champion, he stands at six foot, and one inch, weighing two hundred and twenty two pounds, he hails from Chicago, he is MMMMAAAARRRRRK ADDDDDKKKIIIIINNNSS!
The crowd beats loud as the music, while he approaches the ring, and now has entered the side, and stands in the center, glancing out from his fans, not taunting, but had only managed to sustain his patience, and stands in awaiting pain for his soon to be entering opponent, while the music he came to, faded into nothing, but the constant chattering of the fans. �The Unforgiven II� By Metallica, replaces the Zombie song, while the champ walks down the ramp. Holding the heavyweight gold slang across his shoulder.
Worley: Now, approaching the most known man to this sport today. He is the heavyweight champion over the XWF, he stands at Five Eleven, and weighs two hundred and thirty five pounds, coming in from his hometown of Philly, he is CCCCHHHHRRRRIIIIIIS FFFAAAALLLLLKKKKEEEENYOOORRRRKKK!
The crowd grows electric, as they boom with cheer, as he struts down into the ring, seeing the standing Adkins awaiting every move of the man mirroring into his direction. None bit of intimidation is shown in either man, vengeful power, and strength show in both, while respect is paid, when Chris enters the ring, and hands the gold to the ref, and prepares for the match at hand.
Wells: Alright, now here we go. The match I would expect to be the best for this night. I couldn�t expect any worse coming from the two biggest men in this company today.
York stretches abit, and stands in his corner, while Adkins does the same in his. The two do not much of moving, but enough to get the muscles on ones body stimulated, and moving nicely for the actions. The bell sounds, and it has officially begun for the night. Star: That is the bell, and here we go.
Wells: Now all we need is a bag of popcorn, and we have a perfect show in front of us. I�d say we have the best seats in the house.
Chris is the first to come within some sort of range, his feet are aimed perfectly, and his weight, and stance has been shifted to the side of Adkins, and is grappled from behind, hands being met in the center of the chest, as the two stagger about, being held in the position, while neither of the two seem to be moving, nor doing much about the going.
Wells: Attempted German Suplex by our champ, but it seems that Mark isn�t going to just let him have it like that, no not quiet that easily.
Struggling, Chris twists a leg into the center of Adkins�s own, and sends him just enough to the direction, to trip, and then quickly jerk back, landing the suplex, and letting go, ejecting just abit of snapping from the side of Mark�s neck.
Star: Suplex successful, which lands Adkins to the canvas.
Adkins rolls to his feet, while Chris is back up and standing once more. Both have begun to stride a sweat, and are standing close together, waiting for the other to take the first move, bear wrestling somewhat. Mark dunks down, aiming for a spear, and misses. York grabs the forearm, and whips him into the ropes. This two being reversed, he is ran into the side instead, returning back, he nails Adkins back to the ground, far to the left with the spear.
Wells: Reverse, reverse SPEAR FROM HELL.
Star: Couldn�t agree more better.
The spear begun to leave a mark apon Adkins, when he got to his feet once more, stumbling this time to a halfway stance, while on the side hand, Chris was still maintaining a good, stamina holding with cutting edge moves, moving with perfect precision.
Wells: Chris is performing the best I�ve seen in awhile. This should be a close down, narrow down match.
Star: Adkins is being too reckless, he hasn�t kept his eyes straight to the man that his attention is supposed to be drawn to most.
Adkins grows aggravated, the look apon his face could be so easily read, that it was almost just glowing red. On the other hand, Chris kept cool, and was moving around like a demon. Moving in, Adkins went to grab around him. Dodging to the side, Chris grabs his head under his arm, and slams onto a hard DDT bouncing him off, hitting the mat back first.
Star: Mark moves in, but is turned down for a good DDT.
Adkins lays there after this one, not but hurt, but only angry with himself. He strikes the mat hard with his fist a few times, and slowly sits up. Before he could muster enough strength, to hold back, and try to do something, both feet of York was slid into his back for a DDT, sending him sliding back to his back. Wells: Going to sit up, and is planted back down by a short drop-kick.
Star: Anger is a fine weapon to use in the heat of battle. But aggravation is good for nothing, but only makes you fault. Chris only seems to be eating every bit of this up, and moving in for any chance that he can.
Wells: In normal terms, he is making the best of it for himself, what needs to be done, and how.
Adkins has cooled off, and now gets up to stand, before Chris was even sitting. He charges in, and jumps forwards at his body, but instead comes up empty once more. York rolls to the side, and he finds only but the mat face first.
Wells: Another missed effort, this isn�t looking very clear.
Adkins smacks the mat more, and stands to his feet, to find that Chris was already standing behind him. Feeling the need to be flashy, Chris only shoves him forward, and stumbles abit. Chris charges in, and springs forward, towards his back, but is caught on by Akins. Mark firmly grabs his legs, and falls backwards, landing Chris to break the fall, and grinds his flesh back down and into the mat.
Wells: Finally, Adkins has York in a good position, this match is turning to be more of a bit of main event material.
Mark slowly stands, still holding him on his back, he runs back, and slams him down into the turnbuckle, and drops him back, sending his body flopping around the mat recklessly, placing him into the buckle, and starts to stomp onto him, forcing his body weight down into his form.
Star: Moving to lead into this match, Adkins is moving well now.
He keeps stomping the champion in, taunting from time to time. The stomping goes, until the ref goes to stop it. Mark steps back, and offers one last stomp, but this one is grabbed by Chris, in which Adkins falls, and this pulls him back to his feet, while the Walls of Jericho is being applied. Wells: Here it is, the 7.0!
Mark climbs fastly, and grabs the ropes, breaking out of it, before the ref could see the submission through. York lets go and stands, seeing Mark out of the ring. The two stand in perfect distance, until Adkins darts through the ring, and grabs onto Chris, stumbling, York was pushed abit, while Adkins darts in. Wells: Broken out, and this match will follow on.
Mark darts in, and swings around for Diamond Cutter, and swings up, and out into the air, but is pushed from the hold, and instead hits the ground, almost on the verge of having Chris brought down into the center along with him, but instead lands on his butt all alone. Star: Aww, and a missed Fuzzy Logic, this is getting too close for comfort.
Not letting this advantage down as before, York continues, and grabs the legs, clamping back down with the Walls. But instead, he is kicked off before he could go any further.
Wells: Yet ANOTHER 7.0 out of, I think I�m going to go insane.
Stumbling back Chris went on, while Mark regained to his feet, and took control back into his hands. Mark jumped onto the ropes, and hit a high angled, 450 splash, and knocked Chris down with it, and rolls around, picking Chris up. This time, to nail the cutter, he kicks above the groin. Chris grabs the foot, and jerks him down, this time applying the Walls in the center of the ring.
Wells: Mark lands an Motivation and hits it. But when the Logic is brought back, it is moved around, and now the 7.0 has been applied, is this it?
The ref slides down, and asks for the submission. The move is held tightly, and he is able to go no where. The hand is slammed down hard against the mat, three, hard times, and the bell is sounded.
Wells: That�s it, game over!
Mark rolls out, while Worley takes the champs hand, and raises it into the air. Worley: Winner of this match, due to submission, CHHHHHRRRRRIIIIIIIS FFFFAAAALLLLLKKKKEEEEENNNNYYYYOOOORRRRRK!
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