Elite Eliot vs. Colin Havok (Pros Up-Close)Headband wearing Colin Havok has that straight outta Williamsburg edge that stopped being edgy nine years ago. Even so, he dives into that initial lockup like a hipster preparing to whitewash some gently used furniture he found in the alley by his apartment. Elite Eliot suffers no fools. Hes blank faced, focused, solidly built. With the grace of a dancer and the brutality of a ravenous beast, Eliot rips into Havok with a meticulous aggression. Havok

Two men tangle and twist

enduring all the pressure

leather belts

flexed feet

and the champion of this one is less conclusive that you might imagine based upon the superiority of Brewer’s skill

Scrappy was telling everyone who'd listen that he was the future of wrestling

Max smacks Johnny across the face to rouse him

he’s quite intimidating

The two continue the back-and-forth action before Marco muscles Z-Man up into a Tombstone Piledriver to knock him out cold

grinding his hips into Magnet Man’s purple clad ass and wrenching his arms backward

and one hell of a classic physique

having his head clamped between thighs