A Barbarian against A Steel Colosus: Oscar Orelash VS. Drake Benton (D)

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Oscar could recall only two other times he felt his anger boil up in a match. The first was against his match with Ulla De Milo, but he turned that rage into focus. The second was more recent when he was struck with a low blow a few days prior, and this? This had to be the ANGRIEST Oscar had ever been in his life. His vest- the vest his girlfriend made for him- was gone. It didn't just break and get used as a towel, but it was flung into the audience... knowing how wrestling fans were, that vest was likely going to be sold on Ebay.

Oscar endured Drake's blows as the men rolled on the canvas, the young lion soon being on top. He would pummel Drake relentlessly with a series of fierce forearm strikes to his face- letting his anger out on the Steel Colossus!

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Oscar's ferocity took even Drake by surprise. When Oscar got on top of him, the barbarian ground and pounded Drake relentlessly. Drake tried getting his arms up to protect his face from an immediate knockout blow, but everything short of that he was helpless to stop. Oscar got multiple forearm strikes through Drake's defenses. Even those that didn't get through still knocked Drake's arms into his face. By the end of the barbarian's flurry of blows, Drake was dazed and in pain. The ref began a count to end the ground and pound. Drake tried his best to catch his breath, but he was easy prey for the angry barbarian's next attack.

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Hearing the ref start counting, Oscar would get off of Drake and grab him by his arm- hauling him to his feet before attempting to Irish whip Drake towards the ropes. Should things go as planned and Drake bounced back toward him, Oscar would leap into the air and attempt to nail him in the chest with a missile dropkick!

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Drake was catching his breath when he felt himself being yanked to his feet. Oscar then hurled him to the corner with an Irish Whip. Drake recoiled from striking the corner and walked right into Oscar’s missile dropkick. Drake cried out in pain and the air left his body as he was once again knocked to the canvass. Almost on instinct, Drake rolled outside of the ring to put some space between him and Oscar and recover from the punishment he took.

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As Drake rolled out of the ring, Oscar would get to his feet. His chest was rising and falling as he took deep breaths. The Barbarian Prince was clenching his fists tight as he stared down Drake, pacing back and forth as he waited for the Steel Colossus to get back into the ring. Was it unwise to press the advantage and follow him outside of the ring? Maybe. But Oscar didn't want to risk pushing a ring out situation. After all, if Drake was outside the ring he wouldn't have longer than the count of ten to recover and get back into the ring. The young lion would take a page out of his opponent's book and use his time to also rest for as long as he could manage.

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Drake recovered on the outside. He expected the raging barbarian to follow him out there, but Oscar was smart and decided to recover himself. Drake knew he’d be at a disadvantage getting into the ring and open to Oscar’s attacks. Drake decided to try using a distraction. He grabbed a steel chair and chucked it inside the ring. He knew the ref would go grab it and remove it, but he hoped the commotion would provide enough of a distraction for him to slide into the ring without being stomped. Drake intended to tank Oscar’s blows and execute a takedown tackle of his own on the barbarian.

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Not only did the chair being thrown into the ring distract the referee, but it also drew Oscar's attention too. The lack of focus left Oscar wide open as Drake shot back into the ring, grunting as he was the one getting knocked onto the canvas now- with Drake on top of him now!

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Drake was elated that he was back in control. He picked Oscar up and gave the Barbarian a kick in the gut. With Oscar bent over from the kick, Drake hooked his right arm around the back of Oscar’s neck and grabbed Oscar’s battle skirt with his left hand. Drake then picked up Oscar and attempted to deliver a fisherman’s suplex. If successful, he would do a series or three suplexes, with the last one having more hang time holding Oscar up in the air to show off.

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Oscar struggled against Drake as hard as he could, striking his sides and squirming about but it did him no good. The Steel Colosus would execute a series of gut wrenching fisherman suplexes on the Barbarian Prince. With each impact came a cry of pain from Oscar and a quick spasm of movement, each sound growing more strained after every suplex. As Oscar was being suspended for the last suplex, the audience could see Oscar's body dripping from sweat as he was mildly dazed. Still- the young lion continued to defiantly squirm in Drake's clutches, elbowing Drake in whatever side of his upper body he could.

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Drake grunted in pain as Oscar kept striking his sides. The first two fisherman suplexes went off as planned. "Time for a ride, fucking nerd." For the third one, Drake wanted to display his strength by pressing Oscar overhead like a kettlebell. However, Oscar kept elbowing his head and neck. Drake was unable to do his humiliating display and was losing his grip on Oscar. Unfortunately for Oscar, he was already in the air and what is up must come down. It wasn't as pretty as Drake would have like, but he slammed Oscar back down onto the ground and fell down himself having been dazed by Oscar's elbow strikes. The two men lay next to each other breathing heavily and glistening with sweat. Drake attempted to get up first and deliver some hammerfist blows to Oscar's chest.