DARIN ZION VS. JARED SYKES
Jared Sykes is still in the ring. You know why? Because he never left it earlier. He is in the corner, crouching, Plenty by Northline blaring.
Vince Howard: Hailing from Boston, Massachusetts…accompanied by Justine Calvin, and weighing in tonight at 201 pounds…JAREEEEEEEEEEEEEEED SYYYYYYYYKES!!!
The jobberest of jobber entrances.
And then.
“Happy Song” by Bring Me The Horizon.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Vince Howard: His opponent…from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in tonight at two-hundred and twenty-five pounds…
Darin Zion steps out onto the stage. A man who seems to think booing is a sign of adoration grins at his, uh… adoring fans.
Vince Howard: DAAAAAAAARIIIIIIIIIN ZIIIIIIIION!!
Zion makes his way to the ring. Fun fact, when he walks the lips on his pants kind of pucker and unpucker like someone trying to pretend to be a fish. This needs to be remembered. He darts into the ring, bouncing on the balls of his feet, looking to get this match underway.
DING DING
The moment the bell rings, Sykes leaves his crouch, his head cocked. The ever punchable face of Darin Zion offers his default countenance, that slight self satisfied smirk. Fiddling with the waistband of his tights, he slowly moves forward in a wrestling stance, ready to make a statement with his slight size advantage. It’s not to be.
Nick Stuart: Sykes EXPLODING out the gate with a running drop yakuza kick!
Richard Parker: Oh my HOYT…he damn near did a three-sixty on the blow there!
Nick Stuart: Zion trying to stagger to his feet–
Richard Parker: Sykes is smothering him–
Nick Stuart: Heavy HEAVY forearm blows on the back of Zion. Those aren’t pepper shots. They’re like landmines.
Richard Parker: This is–
Nick Stuart: Least anyone forget the role Darin Zion played in the unconscionable assault on Eminence on the road to Colossus last year.
Richard Parker: Proof positive that wrestling doesn’t adhere to the bylaws of the Geneva Convention–
Nick Stuart: And Jared Sykes, the Dragonslayer, he hasn’t forgotten with this OH he’s got him in a choke hold WAIT–
Richard Parker: That’s no choke–
Nick Stuart: Lightning Spiral! Lightning Spiral on Darin Zion and Sykes isn’t slowing down…lifting him up…SLEEPER SUPLEX! COVER!
ONE
TWO
THR–KICKOUT!
A burst of frenetic energy. Some might look at the record of Darin Zion and take this match lightly. It might be a natural thought process. Instead, Jared Sykes is on full frothing attack mode, as is Justine Calvin, those boxer’s hands pounding the ring apron, baying for blood. Months removed as it were…this was still personal.
Nick Stuart: Jared looking to press on…
Richard Parker: EYE RAKE!
Nick Stuart: Zion with the cradle!
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT
With authority.
Timo Bolamba makes the motion for the near fall, but he’s nearly cut down by the sheer speed in which Sykes is back up, driving into the rising form of Zion with a european uppercut. Another. And another. These heavy shots have Zion roaming around the perimeter of the ring, trying to avoid the onslaught. Another european uppercut.
He throws another.
Richard Parker: EYE POKE!
Months ago, the chocolateboarding was all encompassing and inescapable. An attempt to rob a man of his life. Here, now? Darin Zion is content to merely rob a man of his sight. Or perhaps simply an eye. Head official Timo Bolamba tries to put an end to this, heavily admonishing Zion in the process, but Tough Love knows no bounds and has no sense of personal boundaries. It’s his turn to press forward, starching The Dragonslayer with a european uppercut of his own, then another, and another. Sykes tries to get into a striking match, but his attempt at a volley is cut off quickly with a kitchen sink hip attack to the midsection, following quickly with a front chancery and a snap suplex.
Momentum brings Sykes back up shortly after the impact, but it’s not the smartest endeavor.
Nick Stuart: Banhammer! Discus clothesline! Cover!
ONE
TWO
TH–NO!
Zion makes zero attempt to argue, instead grabbing hold of a chinlock, trying to grind his body and sap Sykes of some of his stamina.
Nick Stuart: Darin Zion showing out impressively now…
Richard Parker: The tide has turned, perhaps love is in the air? Perhaps all this talk of Nate Colton joining the Love Convoy has a fire lit inside his belly? Or perhaps he followed the route that Tony Gamble showed us all weeks ago by taking a load of loaves off at the swimming pool.
Nick Stuart: You believe this shift has to do with Darin Zion pooping?
Richard Parker: Why else would a man have THAT look literally frozen on their face? It’s some Dennis The Menace leave sh–well…you know…
Sykes pushes up with his hands then grabs at the back of Zion’s head. Darin tries to shake him off, but with some force, Sykes is able to begin to rise. Struggling, looking to exert some measure of strength, Jared suddenly sits out, that vaunted hard head of his crushing underneath the jaw of Zion, breaking free of the hold.
Richard Parker: Uh oh…this could be bad…
Nick Stuart: Sykes seemingly dusting off the top of his head…
Richard Parker: A regular chimney sweep, that one.
A running knee flattens Zion, but Tough Love rises up. Perhaps not the smartest move; Sykes grabs hold of him, launching him with an arm-trapped saito suplex. He refuses to let go. He hits Zion with another. Still not letting go. Another. Three is good enough, no?
Wrong.
With a flourish, Jared Sykes hits a fourth arm-trapped saito suplex. A fifth comes with a slower rise. A sixth one crushes with the heaviness of a spike.
The fans in Cleveland are roaring. Or is that Justine Calvin? Why not both?
Seven.
Eight.
Richard Parker: WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!?!
Nick Stuart: JARED SYKES IN LOCOMOTION! HE REFUSES TO STOP! REFUSES TO LET GO! AND THAT’S A NINTH SUPLEX IN A ROW!
Richard Parker: But he’s breathing heavy, he’s zonked himself completely out…he’s no suplex machine. He’s no suplex machine!
Sweat pours. Darin Zion is deadweight. With a grunt and grimace and a roar of his own, Sykes brings Zion up for the final time, dropping him RIGHT ontop of his head with a tenth punishing arm-trap saito suplex!
You’d think this display would be drain him completely. You’re wrong. The mind has scars that will never fully heal. Just rough ripples, marking what he went through on that singular winter night. If anyone thought such a burst of savagery was unwarranted, then they aren’t understanding of history.
They don’t understand the feeling in the air.
UltraViolence.
Nick Stuart: LIGHTNING HELIX! LIGHTNING HELIX!
Zion’s legs limply attempt to catch the bottom rope, but the flails have little in them. Ten straight head drops, the brunt of it all crushing his neck. And then, to have it so targeted. He’s Tough…and despite what some might thing, he’s not stupid. Not when he can’t manage to move an iota with dug in heels.
His hand taps against the stomach of Jared Sykes.
DING DING DING
Nick Stuart: What an impressive showing from Jared Sykes here!
Richard Parker: That…wooooooof…that’s that kind of energy that dominated the tag team division and has made him one of the toughest wrestling in the history of PRIME.
Vince Howard: Your winner…by submission…JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARED! SYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYKES!
Plenty by Northline plays, and Jared Sykes, despite what he might want to continue to do to the man who warcrimed him, merely points to the crowd in celebration before stepping between the ropes, hopping off the apron and throwing his arm over the shoulder of Justine Calvin.
And with that, we go elsewhere.