Chapter two!
Just as he jumped down, Jake rolled some distance away from where Brody would land, narrowly avoiding getting slammed with the big guy's body weight.
And the latter, furiously rose to his feet, gripped Jake's hair and propelled him to his feet before bashing his forehead hard against his.
Then...he let go of him.
Jake dropped to his knees and collapsed to the floor, eyes half-lidded.
Brody harrumphed and kicked his side, making his opponent roll over with his belly up. Next, the blond knelt, resting his left flank over Jake's gut and cradling one of his knees. Before the count of two by the referee and Brody's die-hard fans, Jake kicked unexpectedly kicked out, causing the cheers to die down.
"Yes!" I whisper-yelled in excitement.
His opponent rose and began pacing about the ring, hands akimbo while Jake took this chance to finally roll out of the ring.
Still, Brody wouldn't just let him be. He climbed the top rope and jumped, landing a brutal kick with both boots to Jake's back, sending him to the floor face down.
"Jake, come on. You can do it. Don't give up," I said with eyes reddened.
But he was truly in a bad shape, unable to get up after that wicked kick.
Brody then grabbed his opponent's hair and bashed his face against the floor.
He chuckled evilly before turning around and using Jake as a doormat before getting back into the ring.
The referee had already counted till seven while Brody casually rested his elbows on the top rope, wearing an annoying victorious smirk.
"Eight!!" His fans excitedly counted.
"Nine!!"
Against all odds, Jake actually rose and rushed into the ring, shocking everyone.
"How does he keep getting back up?"
"Beats me," said the second commentator.
Brody frowned as he turned to face his opponent. "You're addicted to being beaten up, aren't you? You want me to break you in two?"
"You talk big for someone who's going to lose," Jake said smugly, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth, ignoring the boos from Brody's fans.
Eyes locked intensely on each other as they sized each other up, their moved around each other in a slow, cautious circle before suddenly lunging at each other. It was a contest of strength now and fortunately, despite all that beating, Jake still managed to push back his opponent. However, the opponent still locked his arms around his gut, lifted him upside-down and then knelt, slamming his head to the floor, drawing cheers and remarks from the commentators.
With Brody locking Jake's left leg between his thighs, he executed a facelock and the referee rushed to their spot asking if he gave up.
But Jake refused and with much difficulty and determined look, he freed himself from that awful move, ultimately lying supine, panting, limbs splayed.
An unhappy Brody then straddled him, delivering punches to Jake's elbows which were shielding his face from further damage.
The referee stopped him and he scoffed before getting to his feet, walking to the other end of the ring, climbing onto the second rope with a raised fist and a battle cry, drawing cheers from the crowd he was facing.
Jake rolled out of the ring again, barely able to stand, his elbows resting on the apron.
His opponent got out of the ring as well and headed to the announce table.
The two persons seated there quickly left their seats with an apprehensive look while Brody pushed off everything on the table.
He headed back to the weakened Jake and lifted him high up horizontally. He spun around for a bit before tossing Jake to the hapless table harshly and it caved in.
And yet, he still wasn't done, he lifted Jake, placing him over over his left shoulder. Then, with arms locked around the brunet's thighs, he turned around, rushed forward, slamming his opponent's back against the apron and then craddling his knees this time, rushed to slam Jake's back against the railings before letting go of him.
With a "Hmph!" He got back into the ring and got on the top rope.
Jake who had managed to rise with great difficulty, was sent back down by Brody's body.
With a laugh that I found highly unpleasant, the blond rose and gave Jake's right flank a harsh kick.
Then he rolled back into the ring and upon standing, spread his arms sideways, even giving air kisses that made the female fans squeal like crazy.
Jake...despite all this, still got into the ring before the final count.
Just as he struggled to his feet, a kick sent him staggering backwards towards the turnbuckles. With his back leaning on them, he kept himself from dropping to his knees by placing his arms on the second rope.
Yet his opponent came and repeatedly kneeled him in his gut, making him sit feebly on the mat, arms seemingly liquid.
Brody grunted and dragged him by his right foot to the center of the ring.
Then he pinned him. Just as the referee came over to count, Jake did a reverse pin on a shocked Brody instead, causing his fans, including me to cheer. But sadly, Brody broke free, glaring at Jake who had also done a kip-up to get to his feet.
"You are toast, Brody," he said with mocking grin, infuriating his opponent who almost lost just now.
A minute later, Brody executed a sit-out facebuster on his opponent.
But that wasn't enough to take him out. Jake still rose to his feet, then he leaned forward, his palms resting on his thighs as he huffed.
How could his opponent let him go? Hooking his hands around Jake who had his head down, he flipped him and let him go midair causing the latter to land on the mat in a brutal back slam that had him sitting up immediately from the agony.
Gosh...
I couldn't bear to watch anymore. Seems my money was indeed gone.
Brody locked his arms around Jake's neck and lay supine sith a victorious look. Still, Jake managed to free himself and then...he actually lifted Brody and slammed his back to the floor.
Before the latter could recover, Jake performed a sitout back slam two more times.
And when Brody finally rose, Jake jumped and face slammed him to the floor.
Next he straddled Brody's back and did did a reverse facelock, nodding smilingly like he already had victory in the bag.
And yet, Brody managed to reach the third (lowest) rope on time.
Jake soon dragged him towards the center of the ring and gave a few well deserved slaps that he couldn't dodge since he was straddling the latter's chest, arms caged between his legs.
He soon got up, dragged Brody to his ideal spot and then...climbed the top rope.
However, Brody rose and caught Jake just as he'd jumped, then sat sit-out slammed his back against the ring's floor.
He held Jake's legs together, his arms locked tightly around them.
But Jake freed himself with a special technique.
Brody rushed to climb the top rope again but Jake rushed towards him and climbed up to the second rope, successfully lifting his opponent and even climbing onto the top rope...?
My heart tightened as I watched him leap, finally using Brody as a meat shield as they landed on the already ruined ruined table.
Jake was the first to get to his feet and he made Brody rise roo. Then he sent him forward, making him collide with the apron and drop to his knees, eyes half-open, teeth gritted.
Jake kicked his back hard and then bashed Brody's head against the apron before climbing onto the apron.
From there, he also ascended the top rope.
Brody had struggled to his feet but had his hands on his knees with hia torso dipped as he panted. Just as he straightened his body, he was sent crashing to the floor as Jake's boot connected with his chest.
Jake then lifted him Brody over his shoulder amidst cheers from the fans. He climbed the top rope and landed on the mat without slamming him to the floor as expected. Instead he ran towards the turnbuckles on the opposite end and instead of slamming Brody's back against it, he paused right at the last moment and simply spanked his butt.
Brody was unhappy with this and tried to struggle. Unfortunately, despite hitting Jake's back with all his might, the latter didn't let go of him.
Instead, he lifted his right hand, his index finger transforming into a claw.
Then with it, he cut a love-shaped hole in Brody's pants before retracting that claw.
With that done, he slammed Brody's back to the mat before kneeling with his thighs flanking Brody's head.
Then Jake brought his opponent's legs towards him, pinning them at his own shoulders, with Brody, his opponent's hips elevated, making sure everyone saw the hole in his pants which had now increased in size from the stretching.
Coincidentally, Brody was wearing red underwear with the words, 'Loverboy' printed in bold yellow cursive letters.
The referee slid to their spot and started hitting the mat.
Along with Jake's fans amongst the live audience, I counted.
"One!"
"Two!"
Unexpectedly....