[Tiger Hat] vs Trent

[Cartwright]

8th January 2024 - 28th January 2024
One Day Auto-Hit or Auto-Recover

The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

 

[Extremist-Saint-Joey]

やった ~!
(Yatta!)

After a screeching shout, “Boy Be A Tiger” began to play, and a man dressed in orange garb walked out onto the ramp. He had two very noticeable features... An orange striped tail, and a hat shaped like a tiger... the Tora No Boushi... the TIGER HAT!

A plethora of boos hailed down on the walkway, with popcorn and drink acting as a red carpet for the now much-loathed superstar. Tiger slowly walked forward, crushing the debris underfoot as he made his way down the ramp. A cursory glance to the side was all the heed he paid towards the cacophony encircling him.

As he reached the ring, he rolled under the bottom rope, quickly jumping to his feet. He ran towards the far corner at a blistering pace, jumping to the second rope with ease. He almost looked as if he were going to raise his arm, a glimpse of past glories and dreams of stardom, but his arms remained firmly by his side as he looked over the crowd, his eyes narrow.

He leapt down as quickly as he had leapt up there, backing up to the side of the ring furthest from the entryway. He kicked his right foot on the ground, stretching slightly as he waited for Trent to make his entrance.

 

[somedudewithamic]

Tiger made his way down. Leaving the last entrant to the crowd favorite.

Left Alone by Zero 9:36 would hit the PA system. The lights flashing and the crowd getting loud and on their feet. This match is a guaranteed barn burner seeing how the two have been going back and forth for the last few months. Both men needing this win for personal advancement and personal satisfaction.

Trent would emerge past the curtains and on to the stage. Looking at the crowd who would explode upward in the air. Taking it in for a moment, Trent would reel it back in and stare down at the man inside the ring who was staring right back.

Not taking any extra time, Trent would begin to head down the ramp.

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Trent would make it to ring side, entering the ring and immediately getting in the face of his opponent. Being physically pushed away by the official as this was already heating up, before the bell even rang!  

[Extremist-Saint-Joey]

Tiger watched as Trent was restrained. Tiger was seething with rage, but maintained his calm; he had already proved his point last time they faced off in the ring, and revenge for Trent's interference was going to be a dish best served cold. He stood still, almost motionless, as the bell rang.  

[somedudewithamic]

Trent would be pressed into the face corner of the ring. Letting himself calm for a moment, he would sit inside the corner. However, when that bell rang, he looked to rush at Tiger to start this match with a flurry of blows!  

[Extremist-Saint-Joey]

Tiger Hat was steady and ready. Trent came rushing at him with his fists - Tiger pressed forward, keeping a high guard, and absorbing the blows as best he could, with a few painful strikes managing to slip through. Arching himself, he would try to move into Trent's position, using his momentum against him to keep him close and try to force a clinch hold.  

[somedudewithamic]

Trent would continue to send clubbing blows and hooks a plenty at Tiger. It seemed like he was getting the better of his adversary until Tiger pulled Trent in and forced him into a grapple. Stopping the striking for now. Trent couldn't do much besides try to walk Tiger into the ropes to force a separation.  

[Extremist-Saint-Joey]

Tiger was pushed back into the ropes, Trent having a clear weight advantage. He knew the referee would have to force a break; Tiger Hat would not gain the advantage he was hoping from the clinch. He raised his arms as the ref moved in to separate the two men.  

[somedudewithamic]

The clinch would be broken as Trent would maintain looking at his opponent. Not wanting him to get away as the official would get between the two for separation before they could come to blows once more.  

[Extremist-Saint-Joey]

Tiger Hat stood still, leaning lightly backwards on the ropes. He locked eyes with Trent, maintaining his cold stare. Bringing his balance back to centre, he stepped to the side, moving away from the ropes, but once again not making any sudden moves.  

[somedudewithamic]

The two would be separated. The official would step to the side. The match was back on and Trent looked to bring it to Tiger Hat once again. Approaching his opponent with intentions to start swinging once again!  

[Extremist-Saint-Joey]

Tiger was prepared, once again, for his opponent to start swinging at him. He stepped over again to the ropes, leaning back on them as he covered up, once again absorbing the blows. After a few ran foul of his guard, he would once again rush forward so as to avoid any harsh shots thay could damage him. AIming for a second clinch, Tiger would also aim a knee upwards as he did so, hoping to inflict some pain of his own.  

[somedudewithamic]

Once again, Tiger using his speed to sneak a clinch. But this time, the crafty pest would sneak separate after clinching and sneak in a knee that would connect with the midsection of Trent. Causing him to lean forward slightly and bring his hands to his stomach.  

[Extremist-Saint-Joey]

With the knee connecting, Tiger knew he finally had a positional advantage. Keeping the clinch tight, he would swing around, trying to push Trent into the corner, where he would continue to throw a couple more knees towards him.  

[somedudewithamic]

Trent and Tiger would swap spots as Trent would be pressed into the corner. Perfect spot for Tiger to send more knees. Placing his arms up but his arms and stomach absorbing a good amount of damage from the rapid knees.