Post by Ryan Hughes on Feb 27, 2012 13:09:19 GMT -5
"SKO! SKO OUT OF NOWHERE!"
"That's it! That's gotta be it!"
"Dom's crawling over... one... two... THREE!"
*DING DING DING*
And so the end of this brutal championship match has come to pass, and as heralded by the Lord of the Flies, it is he who stands tall as the victor, and still GHW Champion. Although "stands" isn't the right word, as he can barely move while Charlie Coors makes the announcement that not many in this arena wanted to hear.
"Here is your winner, and STILL GHW Champion... DOMINIK SAAAAAAAANTIAGOOOOOOOOOO!"
It takes a good chunk of time before Dominik removes himself from the pinning position, and as he rolls feebly away, even he knows that Barta Bull just took him to hell and back. Resting on his back, looking up at the lights, Santiago pants heavily as he tries to retain as much oxygen as possible. Outside the ring, Ryan Hughes looks on with a look of satisfaction; not necessarily with the outcome, but with the fact that the match did indeed go off without a hitch. He begins to slowly applaud the fighters strewn across the squared circle, before clambering up on to the ring apron. As Slipknot's "The Blister Exists" continues to play, the enforcer for this match steps through the ropes, first looking down at the out-of-it Barta, before casting his gaze upon the GHW Champion, who struggles in to a sitting position. The two men lock their focus on to eachother; Ryan says nothing, but merely extends his hand down to the busted up warrior. Dom just looks up at Hughes, trying to read in to that stare of his, but seeing nothing but well-meaning. Reluctantly, the champion grabs the hand of the Mancunian, who pulls Santiago up to his feet. The Assassin is a little bit wobbly on his feet, but he soon regains his composure as he stares down the Ghost of the Canvas. No words are exchanged for a fair few seconds, before Ryan says "That was a good match. You fought the good fight out there... Kudos.". The ex-champ then grabs Santiago's other hand slowly, before raising it in the air as the victor of this hard fought bout.
"Is Ryan actually doing this? He's congratulating Dominik Santiago?"
"What else would he do? That was one heck of a match, and Ryan Hughes had the best seat in the house."
As the fans applaud the two in a show of respect, Barta is helped from the ring by medics who waste no time in helping him return gingerly to the back. Ryan gives the champion a smile, before releasing his hand and heading to the ropes. Once there, he orders Charlie Coors to hand him the GHW Championship, an order which is undertaken post-haste. Hughes grabs the title, before looking at it with a meaningful expression, as though he never really noticed how good the belt looked before. He eventually looks away, and turns to provide the belt to Dominik. Unfortunately, Dom is leaning on the opposite ropes, watching his dejected opponent leave the arena with a smirk on his devious chops. Ryan stops in his tracks, before realising that this... this could be...
"Fuck it."
*THWACK*
"OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL?"
"HE JUST PASTED THE CHAMPION WITH HIS OWN BELT!"
Al was right. That small self-convincing statement that Hughes uttured was enough to make him charge at the Lord of the Flies, before levelling him across the back of the head with his own championship belt. The Mancunian Mastodon looks down at his prey, breathing heavily, before rolling through the ropes... not to leave, but to grab his briefcase- the same briefcase that allows him to cash in on any champion at any point, up to this Pay Per View. He picks it up as the crowd roar in excitement at what is transpiring in the GHW Arena tonight. Looking at the paper thin sliver of gold that lies in the clear case, he pushes it in to the ring, before rolling in quickly afterwards. Picking up the case he rushes over to the referee (who is still adjusting to what he is seeing himself), before shoving the briefcase in to his arms, barking at the referee to tell the announcer what is happening. It's only a matter of seconds before Coors is told just what is going to go down, and he makes it official.
"Ladies and Genltemen, Ryan Hughes is cashing in the Golden Ticket!"
If the crowd wasn't loud enough, they sure are now. In fact you could say that they have been turned all the way up to eleven. Ryan's look has gone from sly to deranged as he waits impatiently for Santiago to reach his feet. He pulls at the ropes and paces the canvas, shouting for the champion to get to his feet again. Dominik pulls himself up slowly, using the ropes as a massive support after the belt shot messed with his equilibrium somewhat. Getting his feet steady, he hears a distant bell ring, something that confuzed the dazed and possibly concussed superstar. Turning around to investigate, he finds his answer in the form of a huge boot crashing in to his temple, switching the lights off once more.
"The BFK2H!"
"Hughes is gonna do it!"
Dropping to his knees, the Brit covers the unconscious Santiago, and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that this championship reign is over.
*DING DING DING*
And just like that, Ryan Hughes fools the world.
"Here is your winner, and the NEEEEEEWWWWWWWW GHW Champion... RYAN! HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHES!"
James Hetfield's "Don't You Think This Outlaw Bit Has Done Got Out Of Hand" blasts through the speakers, as the fans cheer the title change, knowing that Dominik Santiago isn't the King anymore. Staying on his knees, the new champion looks over at the belt which is lay inches away from his 6'5 frame. Bending over, he collects the GHW Championship, before rising to his feet. The referee raises the hand of the Mancunian, who slowly raises the GHW Championship with his free arm, as the crowd let their feelings be heard. The roars are deafening as Ryan Hughes turns to each side of the arena, keeping that title raised with one hand as a look of smugness rests on his chops. The commentators are speechless, but the fans aren't. Hughes doesn't care though. He's just become champion of the world for a forth time.
That's right. The man in the Nigel Thornberry shirt and the tatty blazer has just become champion of the world for a fourth time.
EOT.
"That's it! That's gotta be it!"
"Dom's crawling over... one... two... THREE!"
*DING DING DING*
And so the end of this brutal championship match has come to pass, and as heralded by the Lord of the Flies, it is he who stands tall as the victor, and still GHW Champion. Although "stands" isn't the right word, as he can barely move while Charlie Coors makes the announcement that not many in this arena wanted to hear.
"Here is your winner, and STILL GHW Champion... DOMINIK SAAAAAAAANTIAGOOOOOOOOOO!"
It takes a good chunk of time before Dominik removes himself from the pinning position, and as he rolls feebly away, even he knows that Barta Bull just took him to hell and back. Resting on his back, looking up at the lights, Santiago pants heavily as he tries to retain as much oxygen as possible. Outside the ring, Ryan Hughes looks on with a look of satisfaction; not necessarily with the outcome, but with the fact that the match did indeed go off without a hitch. He begins to slowly applaud the fighters strewn across the squared circle, before clambering up on to the ring apron. As Slipknot's "The Blister Exists" continues to play, the enforcer for this match steps through the ropes, first looking down at the out-of-it Barta, before casting his gaze upon the GHW Champion, who struggles in to a sitting position. The two men lock their focus on to eachother; Ryan says nothing, but merely extends his hand down to the busted up warrior. Dom just looks up at Hughes, trying to read in to that stare of his, but seeing nothing but well-meaning. Reluctantly, the champion grabs the hand of the Mancunian, who pulls Santiago up to his feet. The Assassin is a little bit wobbly on his feet, but he soon regains his composure as he stares down the Ghost of the Canvas. No words are exchanged for a fair few seconds, before Ryan says "That was a good match. You fought the good fight out there... Kudos.". The ex-champ then grabs Santiago's other hand slowly, before raising it in the air as the victor of this hard fought bout.
"Is Ryan actually doing this? He's congratulating Dominik Santiago?"
"What else would he do? That was one heck of a match, and Ryan Hughes had the best seat in the house."
As the fans applaud the two in a show of respect, Barta is helped from the ring by medics who waste no time in helping him return gingerly to the back. Ryan gives the champion a smile, before releasing his hand and heading to the ropes. Once there, he orders Charlie Coors to hand him the GHW Championship, an order which is undertaken post-haste. Hughes grabs the title, before looking at it with a meaningful expression, as though he never really noticed how good the belt looked before. He eventually looks away, and turns to provide the belt to Dominik. Unfortunately, Dom is leaning on the opposite ropes, watching his dejected opponent leave the arena with a smirk on his devious chops. Ryan stops in his tracks, before realising that this... this could be...
"Fuck it."
*THWACK*
"OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL?"
"HE JUST PASTED THE CHAMPION WITH HIS OWN BELT!"
Al was right. That small self-convincing statement that Hughes uttured was enough to make him charge at the Lord of the Flies, before levelling him across the back of the head with his own championship belt. The Mancunian Mastodon looks down at his prey, breathing heavily, before rolling through the ropes... not to leave, but to grab his briefcase- the same briefcase that allows him to cash in on any champion at any point, up to this Pay Per View. He picks it up as the crowd roar in excitement at what is transpiring in the GHW Arena tonight. Looking at the paper thin sliver of gold that lies in the clear case, he pushes it in to the ring, before rolling in quickly afterwards. Picking up the case he rushes over to the referee (who is still adjusting to what he is seeing himself), before shoving the briefcase in to his arms, barking at the referee to tell the announcer what is happening. It's only a matter of seconds before Coors is told just what is going to go down, and he makes it official.
"Ladies and Genltemen, Ryan Hughes is cashing in the Golden Ticket!"
If the crowd wasn't loud enough, they sure are now. In fact you could say that they have been turned all the way up to eleven. Ryan's look has gone from sly to deranged as he waits impatiently for Santiago to reach his feet. He pulls at the ropes and paces the canvas, shouting for the champion to get to his feet again. Dominik pulls himself up slowly, using the ropes as a massive support after the belt shot messed with his equilibrium somewhat. Getting his feet steady, he hears a distant bell ring, something that confuzed the dazed and possibly concussed superstar. Turning around to investigate, he finds his answer in the form of a huge boot crashing in to his temple, switching the lights off once more.
"The BFK2H!"
"Hughes is gonna do it!"
Dropping to his knees, the Brit covers the unconscious Santiago, and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that this championship reign is over.
*DING DING DING*
And just like that, Ryan Hughes fools the world.
"Here is your winner, and the NEEEEEEWWWWWWWW GHW Champion... RYAN! HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHES!"
James Hetfield's "Don't You Think This Outlaw Bit Has Done Got Out Of Hand" blasts through the speakers, as the fans cheer the title change, knowing that Dominik Santiago isn't the King anymore. Staying on his knees, the new champion looks over at the belt which is lay inches away from his 6'5 frame. Bending over, he collects the GHW Championship, before rising to his feet. The referee raises the hand of the Mancunian, who slowly raises the GHW Championship with his free arm, as the crowd let their feelings be heard. The roars are deafening as Ryan Hughes turns to each side of the arena, keeping that title raised with one hand as a look of smugness rests on his chops. The commentators are speechless, but the fans aren't. Hughes doesn't care though. He's just become champion of the world for a forth time.
That's right. The man in the Nigel Thornberry shirt and the tatty blazer has just become champion of the world for a fourth time.
EOT.
