Drako Damone (C) vs 'King Of The Canvas' Bad Boy [TLW]

[Drako Damone]

that knocked some of the wind out of Drako as well, but instinct kicks in as he hooks the far leg for the pin, certain he has the match won here  

[WhosBadNowBoys1]

Drako has Bad Boy pinned for what seems like an eternity! The referee is able to come back to life and sees the pin, and crawls his way over to see Bad's shoulders! Finally the count starts, the crowd counting along!

1!.......

2!.....

Thr-

Bad Boy shoots his shoulder up at the 2.9 count! The crowd yelling out "NOOOOO!" as the kick out occurs, before cheering loudly, the match would continue!

Bad Boy on the other hand is wondering why he bothered throwing his shoulder up, his neck in rough shape, his body nearly destroyed with the Moonsault and the chair! Bad would go to his back again, as the referee crawls over to the corner of the ring near the time keepers area to tell them that it was only a two count!

 

[Drako Damone]

Drako can't hold back the look of dismay when Bad boy kicks out. He's sitting up, hair falling in his face. He brushes it away and gets to his feet, attempting to pill the challenger up in a front facelock for another Impaler DDT  

[WhosBadNowBoys1]

Bad was pulled to his feet, damn near dead weight with how much he has endured throughout the match. Gets put in the arm of Drako, but realizes he's about to get dropped by a DDT. Bad immediately spun outward, pulling Drako by the arm to him and looks to kick Drako in the stomach, hook both arms, and go for the lifting Double Arm DDT on the chair!  

[Drako Damone]

Drako was desperately trying to put his challenger away, but Bad manages to escape and kicks him in the gut. The arms are hooked and Drako is suddenly lifted and dropped face first with the DDT on the chair. The thud of his head meeting the steel is heard all over the arena as he lays on the mat, seemingly completely out  

[WhosBadNowBoys1]

The crowd exploded again once Drako's head was driven into the chair! Bad stopped to take a breather a few seconds, holding his neck before pushing Drako to roll him to his back. The referee was still turned away after the previous two count, still trying to clear the cob webs from being taken down. Bad grabbed the chair and shoved it, trying to slide it out the ring but it catches the ring skirt! Bad crawling quickly to toss it between the middle and bottom ropes before crawling back to Drako, laying on him for the pin attempt! The referee taking what feels like an eternity crawling over to make the count!

 

[Drako Damone]

Drako ends up on his back, as needed, though several moments are taken getting rid of the chair that his skull just collided with. Bad Boy makes the cover and the still groggy referee finally gets over to make the count.


one...…..two...….thre….

Drako pops his shoulder off the canvas, the crowd erupting as somehow the champion has remained alive in the match, though he may not appear it as he isn't moving after the kickout  

[WhosBadNowBoys1]

Bad Boy shot off Drako, leaning on his arm, his mouth open, his face showing as much shock that his nearly energy-less body could muster. His other hand was showing three fingers as he looks at the referee who is showing 2 fingers, while he was still down. Bad face palms himself, before pulling his hand back across his head before slamming his hand down to the mat, his face to the mat. Both men had used the chair in hitting big moves, yet it wasn't enough to finish either of them! The crowd letting out a "THIS IS AWESOME!" chant while both men were down. Both showing signs of the brutal yet competitive match!

 

[Drako Damone]

the champion's head is ringing as he rolls onto his back again. Drako isn't entirely sure where he is, just vaguely aware that the match is still going on. He isn't able to get up again just yet, though he's at least partially aware of himself  

[WhosBadNowBoys1]

Bad Boy pushed himself to his knees, one hand on his neck the other at his lower back, looking down at Drako. No idea at this point what to do with him at this point in the match. But the fact that he's getting closer and closer to winning the title continues to motivate him! Bad looks to grab Drako by the hair, trying to pull him up to his feet while getting up. From there Bad looks to put a shoulder to the gut of Drako, wrap his arms around his waist, and try to ram him into the nearest corner!  

[Drako Damone]

Drako is still reeling from the DDT, but he's aware of being pulled to his feet again. All too soon, he's up, rammed spine first into the corner, and his spine has taken the brunt of the damage in the match so far. This leaves him almost sitting on the second turnbuckle, holding the ropes to keep from falling  

[WhosBadNowBoys1]

Bad Boy leans forward on the middle rope of the corner, taking a couple of deep breaths, having Drako down again for the moment. Once he gains the energy, he looks to pull Drako up again, this time looking to land a Snap Suplex!  

[Drako Damone]

Drako gets pulled up from his semi-seated position, now in the front facelock and instinct kicks in. He hooks his leg through Bad Boy's to block the suplex, then attempts a few shots to his midsection to get free. Once free, he would drop backwards and attempt to pull Bad Boy with him to drop him face first on the second turnbuckle  

[WhosBadNowBoys1]

Bad Boy was blocked, losing the energy he just gained through his body being stopped. This allows Drako to grab Bad by his waistband and got sent shoulder first into the ring post! The pain shooting throughout his arm, shoulder, and neck! The only thing Bad would let it was a groan from the pain! His body would start to sink down to the apron, laying there with his hand on his shoulder.  

[Drako Damone]

Drako finally got a little separation there. He's still not entirely in the right frame of mind, but there's enough for him to notice opportunity when it knocks. As he forces himself to his feet a few steps away from Bad Boy, he realizes where he is and what's been done. It's time to make things worse for the challenger as he charges forward, looking to hit a baseball slide dropkick to his fallen challenger on the apron