[Dean Johnson] vs Trent

[Cartwright]

6th February - 20th February
One Day Auto-Hit Rules

The following Gold Rush match is scheduled for one fall!

 

[somedudewithamic]

Here he was again, on a bit of a losing streak. Trent would be coming out to Left Alone, ditching his anger and sporting an empty stare at this point. That anger starting to subside after what may have been a bit of time to figure out exactly what he needs to do.

The 6'2 athlete would make his way down to the ring, knowing he is facing a rather new face and has intentions on ending said streak and beginning a brand new streak that would reshape his current presence as a person

Once Trent got to the ring, he would wait inside his corner, staring down the ramp.  

[Neo-Blade8]

REAL WRESTLING

The words appeared on the Titantron as the lights went dark then reappeared as bright orange and yellows fixtures filled the arena with color. An Iteration by The Armed screamed over the PA system as a wave of distortion swallowed the crowd. Dean was won his last match decidedly but he was still a new face and there was no real knowing what could happen tonight. The medley screeched as the new face rushed out with his arms up

"Standing at 6 foot 5, and 240 lbs. From Portland Maine.... Deaaaan Johnson"

Dean slid his hair to the side with a nod as a smile engulfed his face. And from behind walked out his mentor, the man with the mouth , Rosario! Rosario was rocking a blue jean jacket this night with a black shirt underneath with the words "Indy Lives Forever" thrown across the front. They were new to the federation but they weren't new to the sport. That was the message they had on their mind tonight.

The crowd were ignored as the two men approached the ring. Rosario jumped on the apron, clapping with support as Dean slid in and walked to the center of the ring. Dean's eyes never leaving his opponents. Trent had an actual name associated with him and it was his goal to show everyone in the back that he meant business. Dean's goal was to keep both man's streaks alive.

Dean wore a smirk, awaiting for the bell to ring and his opponent to make a move.  

[somedudewithamic]

Trent would seem in a different zone tonight. He didn't really seem to move, even after the bell would ring. He would simply step outside his corner, staring down Dean.  

[Neo-Blade8]

Dean smirked as the stare down continued. The crowd grew ancy as the bell rung and nothing quite happened.

"Alright Old timer, let's start this"

Dean rattled off as he offered up a classic lock up, and if accepted he would try to quickly transition it to a headlock. He was going to have to use his quickness if he wanted the upper hand.  

[somedudewithamic]

Trent would get charged by the cocky upstart. Tossing his head back from the sudden charge, and bringing his head into the headlock. Trent wasted no time taking himself back to the ropes in an attempt to toss Dean off of him and into the other set of ropes  

[Neo-Blade8]

Dean was tossed off as he ran towards the ropes, using them to keep his momentum as he hit them. Dean turned around and charged full speed at Trent. Dean would attempt to launch himself in the air and use his weight to hit Trent with a Jumping Shoulder Tackle.  

[somedudewithamic]

Trent saw someone the same size of him running at him like a bullet coming out of a gun. When Dean looked to take flight, Trent looked to drop before making contact!  

[Neo-Blade8]

"********"

Dean and Rosario both mouthed those words as Dean launched himself into the mat. Rosario watched with a little anxiety as Dean would roll off of the impact and try to get to his feet. His plan was to gather his thoughts quickly and lean against the ropes to catch his breath.  

[somedudewithamic]

Trent would have lucked out with his timing there. Dean, not as lucky. Trent would spring back to his feet, looking to keep pressure on his opponent. Looking to send a strike to the skull of Dean and then grab the back of his head and lead him to the nearest corner.  

[Neo-Blade8]

Dean took the hit like the champ and followed it up by taking the corner like a champ. His back hit the turnbuckle as his momentum seemed to be gone. Rosario started to clap, deciding that verbal support was the only really course of action so early in the match. Dean needed confidence if he wanted things to shift.  

[somedudewithamic]

Trent looked to make sure Dean couldn't escape that corner very easily. Looking to send his shoulder in the midsection of his opponent over and over until the official would pull him off  

[Neo-Blade8]

The referee broke up the corner as Dean took a breathe of fresh air. His midsection feeling slightly sore from the series of shoulders. But this was nothing new, it felt like a day of training. It was time to jump back in it.

As the referee would move out of the way, Dean would step up to deliver a series of forearms directed at Trents face. If those succeeded he would try to follow that up with an attempt to grab the arm of Trent and irish him back into the same corner!  

[somedudewithamic]

Trent would step away for a moment, only to meet with a stiff forearm multiple times. Dean would successfully be able to knock Trent and toss him into the corner.  

[Neo-Blade8]

Now that his opponent was trap it was time to try to run at him again and hope for the best. Dean charged towards the corner attempting to hit Trent with a running forearm strike to the head. The forearms were simple but effective so far, so why would he change it up.

The plan in the young man's mind was to try to follow up by grabbing Trent's arm and pulling him out of the corner with an arm wrench. Dean knew his style wasn't very exciting but he was there to control and to win. He grew up on the old school style and that's what led hundreds of men to victory. So he was insistent on keeping it slow and steady.