HELL IN THE CELL DRAKE ISHIKAWA VS JOHN MITCHEL

Hell In The Cell Cage Match
Last One Standing
No DQ

Smoke would creep from the back stage down the ramp as the light dimmed. A soft choir like music would open up as "Devil's Never Cry" played as Drake waited behind stage wearing a black muscle shirt and denim shorts along with black combat boots. He closed his eyes and meditated a little as he concentrated on the match at hand. Once the Music picked up his felt energy surge through his body and pump him up as he pulled his messy jet black hair from his face staring forward with his deep blue hazel eyes. As the music switched into a metal beat he darted forward running at top speed out to the stage.

As soon as he got close enough he jumped up grabbing onto the ropes as he bounced up and down ignoring the sides of the cage entrance with no hands hearing the crowd cheer for the young wrestler. Once he was done he would hop into the ring and wait leaning against a turnbuckle respectfully for his opponent. He was pumped, he had not been in a good fight in a long time. Most of his matches he was beaten due to his shyness or compassion in matches including his crush on Sena, but this was his chance to not hold back. He couldn't wait to face his opponent and let the adrenaline take him, after this was over win or lose, he wanted to offer him to be his drinking buddy at the bar to celebrate their combat.

As Drake rested himself against the turnbuckle, suddenly, the bridge from “Ride of the Valkryies” by Wagner began to play over the loud speakers as John came out. Wearing a black tee-shirt with the US Army Military Police emblem on it, his old standard issue light brown combat boots, and dark blue jeans, the 6â€2 red head walked down the ramp towards the ring, hoping over the top rope with energy.

This was his first official match, though heâ€s had a few unofficial ones, and he was excited. The fact that he was to be locked in a cage with another, clearly large and strong, fighter until one of them couldnâ€t get back up was on some levels very exciting, and on other levels concerning. He knew heâ€d have to be fast and ruthless, and he hoped his opponent wouldnâ€t take what he had to do personally, or go easy on John because it was his first match. He valued the challenge in such a match.

As he bounced into the ring, heâ€d approach Drake with an extended hand, ready to shake his hand before beginning, if Drake reciprocated respectfully heâ€d have an idea of what kind of man his opponents was. “John Mitchell, looking forward to our match.” Heâ€d say politely.

Drake would return the handshake firmly but out of respect not intimidation. "Drake Ishikawa", he would reply to the man as he stepped back and bowed to him out of honor watching the cage close behind John. Drake would stretch out crackling all the joints up his spine arms and neck finishing with his knuckles to loosen himself up as he bounced a bit and got into a defensive stance. He would make sure to watch John's shoulders knowing this was the best way to read any movement or attack as he kindly left him make his first move since it was his first match.

Drake had no intention on going easy on the man, wanting to have a bloody epic battle. He could tell John felt the same way, this match would make John's debut well recognized and give Drake a chance to be taken seriously for once. He was happy for once he wasn't just a play thing to the women in AFW and he could finally prove his strength and power. This would be the confidence lift he would need to help train himself to handle the women here as well afterwards, it wouldn't matter if he won or lost, just so long as he put up a great fight. Drake would stop letting himself get distracted and would go back to focusing on the match.

John would smile thinly at Drake, pleased that he was fighting someone who had some sense of respect and honor. “Donâ€t go easy.” He said with a light tone. A lesser man would have taken the opportunity for a cheap shot before the match had officially started. He inclined his head slightly. Of course, now that the match was starting, heâ€d consider no maneuver disrespectful or cheap in this no DQ fight.

From his stance, he could see Drake clearly not only had formal training, but implemented it properly. Heâ€d have to be clever, but heâ€d also have to attack quickly. The best way to win a fight is to attack first, as hard and devastatingly as possible. Taking a stance, with his knees bent slightly and legs positioned apart, heâ€d suddenly wing on the bottom of his left fit in a semi circular motion, extending his right foot out and aiming a powerful, booted, roundhouse kick towards Drakeâ€s face.

Drake would strafe to the side to dodge the kick and put his hand under John's foot to catch it and hold his leg out. If he succeeded he would proceed with a strike to the side of the knee with his palm hoping to create stress and damage John's leg, but not permanently. He only held back in the sense that he wasn't trying to personally cripple the man for the rest of his life, just get in a good shot.

Johnâ€s eyes widened slightly, seeing Drakeâ€s movement he could tell the kick would fail. To avoid Drakeâ€s strike to his knee, heâ€d use the energy from the kick to spin his whole body on the heel of his still grounded left foot, and bring his extended foot down to avoid attack, which would bring him back to his two feet. Whereupon heâ€d step back, giving himself room to maneuver whilst he regained his momentum from his failed attack.

An ineffectual first strike was the worst way to start a battle, and now his opponent had the initiative.

Drake wouldn't let his opponent get away so easily. He would charge him down and follow up shielding his face with his arms until he saw an opening to swing in with a hay maker punch to John's ribs. If he succeeded he would continue a flurry of swings for as long as he could, still making sure to watch for any retaliation from John. He had to strike in critical points to wear the man down if he wanted to win. He just hoped he was right in assuming that John could take a few and not make this a short match.

“Oooof!” He exclaimed as the hay maker connected with his toned ribs, smashing into them which caused him to try to back off. He tried to counter attack, aiming a hard punch towards Drakeâ€s face, which only connected with Drakeâ€s arms. As he took damage, more and more blows rained down, John would be unable to block all of them, so he kicked out hard towards Drakeâ€s knee, trying to knock it out form under him.

Drake would fall to one knee as his other was kicked out feeling the warmth coming off of his arm from the impact of John's punch. He was lucky enough that he didn't catch it in his face. He knew he had to get out from this position before he got his head stomped in. Thinking fast Drake tried to rise up in time and come swinging with an uppercut to John's jaw. If he connected or missed he would use this as a chance to try to back away for a second and recreate a gap between them so he can retake his defensive stance.

As Drake went down, John would immediately try to capitalize and keep the momentum by kicking out, aiming his kick directly for Drakeâ€s head. However, as he kicked out, Drake lifted himself up to attack John, causing the kick to hit much lower in Drakeâ€s body, connecting with his stomach!