Blake vs. Sunset Shark

[Maledomfan]

Blake released the STF with an annoyed grunt as Klaus's boot connected with his back. He rolled his shoulders, the blow barely fazing him, and slowly stood up, towering over Klaus, who was still trying to shake off the lingering pain from the earlier suplex.

"You really think that’s enough to stop me? Cute effort, though." With a sudden burst of speed, he closed the gap and grabbed Klaus by the arm. In one fluid motion, Blake whipped him into the ropes, the sound of the impact echoing through the arena. As Klaus rebounded, Blake caught him with a thunderous spinebuster, driving him into the mat with such force that the ring visibly shook!

The crowd erupted in boos as Blake got back to his feet, brushing his hands together like he’d just taken out the trash. Klaus lay on the mat, clutching his back and groaning in pain, but Blake wasn’t done yet. He turned his attention to Finn, who was still down from the STF, gasping for air as he tried to get to his knees.

"Your turn, little fish." Blake grabbed Finn by the head, yanking him to his feet. He hoisted the blonde up onto his shoulders, holding him in position for the Death Valley Driver. The crowd roared, anticipating the move, but Blake wasn’t just going to finish it—he was going to make a statement.

With a roar, Blake spun in place, showing off Finn’s helpless form before slamming him down with the devastating D.V.D. (Death Valley Driver), the blonde’s body bouncing off the canvas from the impact.

The boos were deafening now, but Blake just soaked it in, a smug grin plastered on his face. He looked down at the wreckage around him and relished the moment.

[Shadowheart]

Klaus' plan technically worked; it got Blake to release Finn, but not in the way he'd hoped. Their opponent let the blonde drop to the mat, but the sound that came from Blake's lips wasn’t one of pain or discomfort - it was pure annoyance. Klaus reflexively stepped back, watching as the towering man slowly rose to his feet, and raised his hands defensively, palms open in a gesture closely associated to that of surrender. It wasn't a proud moment, but in his eyes, it was a smart survival tactic.

"T-Take it easy, mate. I was just playin' the big brother part." His words came with a nervous grin, but it vanished just as quickly as Blake suddenly closed the distance and, the next thing he knew, he was yanked forward and whipped toward the ropes with startling force!

Klaus' eyes widened as the ropes came closer. He managed to spin at the last second, letting his back hit the ropes before the momentum sent him rebounding back toward the center of the ring. He tried to dig in his heels to stop, but his momentum was too strong and within moments, he found himself scooped up by Blake’s massive arms!

"Oi, wait—!" was all he managed to get out before Blake drove him into the mat with a Spinebuster! Klaus cried out in pain, his back arching as the impact rocked the entire ring. He rolled onto his side, writhing, his face twisted into a grimace as he clutched at his back.

Meanwhile, Finn was barely recovering from the STF, struggling just to get up on his knees. He wobbled unsteadily, his breaths ragged, but before he could even get fully upright, Blake was already on him. Rough hands gripped the blonde by the head, fully pulling him back up before the bigger male hoisted him effortlessly onto his broad shoulders.

He flailed weakly, trying to fight back, but he might as well have been a feather to the larger man. His wide, panicked eyes took in the crowd as Blake started spinning, creating a whirlwind of motion that left the Aussie wailing in horror.

And then... Blake abruptly dropped to the mat and slammed Finn back down onto the mat. The ring shook again as the blonde's body smacked the canvas. Finn bounced slightly from the impact, landing in a sitting position for a moment, his head lolling back as his glassy eyes stared blankly ahead. Gravity eventually won out, and he flopped back onto the mat, sprawled out helplessly, his bare chest heaving as the arena lights burned in his vision.

[Maledomfan]

Blake stood tall, looking down at Finn’s sprawled-out form with a smug grin. He flexed his arms for the crowd, the boos raining down harder than ever. Turning to Klaus, who was still clutching his back on the mat, Blake’s grin widened. The elder Shark was vulnerable, just like his younger brother, and Blake wasn’t about to let up.

"You boys better start looking for lifeguards, because you're drowning out here." He reached down, grabbing Klaus by the arm and dragging him to his feet. Klaus groaned, trying to pull away, but Blake tightened his grip and easily muscled him into position for another devastating move. With a grunt of effort, Blake hoisted Klaus onto his shoulders, mimicking the position he’d just used to take out Finn.

"One Shark down, one to go." With a show of dominance, Blake planted his feet and slammed Klaus down with a second Death Valley Driver!

Blake took a moment to taunt the fans further, gesturing around his waist as if signaling he deserved a championship belt. He leaned over the ropes, jawing at the audience.

"This is what domination looks like! Who’s gonna stop me? Nobody!"
But Blake wasn’t done. He turned back to Finn, who had barely started to stir, and reached down to grab him by the wrist. Blake yanked him up and dragged him toward Klaus, stacking the brothers on top of each other in the middle of the ring. The crowd groaned in unison, knowing Blake’s arrogance was leading to something humiliating.

Blake backed into the corner, climbing up to the second turnbuckle. The towering man raised his arms high, taking a moment to bask in the boos before leaping off and driving an elbow down onto both brothers with a double elbow drop, his full weight crashing onto their battered bodies. The impact left both Sharks sprawled out, motionless beneath him, as Blake popped back up to his feet, grinning from ear to ear.

"Is this the best Australia has to offer? I thought surfers were supposed to be tough!"

With both Finn and Klaus completely decimated, Blake planted his boot on Klaus’s chest, flexing for the cameras and taunting the audience once again. He knew he could end it at any moment, but Blake wasn’t just here to win—he was here to humiliate, to make a statement that nobody, not even two opponents, could stand against him.