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Post by Ryan Hughes on Mar 28, 2010 18:11:46 GMT -5
The night is almost at it's dying hour, but the fans in attendance will definitely be going home satisfied with what they saw. The matches on display tonight have made sure that this GHW rebirth is an extremely fruitful one. The debris is just about cleared from the previous Glass House Deathmatch, and the fans are ready; ready for what is set to be one of the biggest matches of the year. As soon as the fans begin to settle, Charlie Coors enters the ring with mic in hand, about to officially declare the beginning of the war.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the GHW NEW AGE CHAMPIONSHIP!”
The fans erupt in to cheers, loving the fact that the New Age title is back in the company after so long. Soon after, the cheers subside slightly when “Tomorrow” by Ozzy Osbourne blasts through the sound system, washing over the GHW faithful.
“Talk about coming full circle. Ryan was in the very last New Age title match, losing to Daniel Throne. Can Ryan change things tonight, and claim what he calls 'his by fate'?”
“Who really cares, Colin? I think this whole charade is bullcrap. This match should not even be happening. This belt was MADE by Dave Carter. It is Golden Saints property, damnit!”
"I see your head is still so far up Carter's ass..."
The curtain ruffles at the top of the entrance ramp, and out comes the last ever GHW World Champion, Ryan Hughes. He receives a mixed reaction, the fans giving him less stick, seeing as- well, he hates Golden Saints with a vengeance. Behind him is manager Smarky Smark, who is just hated nontheless. He walks alongside Ryan, whispering some late pre-match tactics in to his ear. It is doubtful that Ryan is listening though, as he just stares straight ahead with a vacant expression- he is in his own world.
“Living in the thunder, driving me insane,
Can I get a witness, to take away the pain,
Walking on water, going nowhere fast,
Feeling like I'm walking with no shoes on broken glass
You know it.”
He continues his slow walk to the ring, letting thoughts of himself holding the New Age belt cloud his mind. He doesn't bat the hands of fans away like usual, he simply fails to acknowledge them as they slap his arms and torso. Simply staring forward, he makes his way up the steel steps; the sound of clunking metal rings around the surrounding area as he ascends to the ring.
“Introducing first, hailing from Manchester, England and weighing in at 241 pounds, he is the FORMER GHW World Champion, he is Ryan Hughes!”
Ryan doesn't climb the turn-buckle, but simply turns around, staring straight at the entrance curtain; waiting for his opponent, his nemesis, the man he shares only one common bond with, Metal Dragon.
TBC MD
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Post by Metal Dragon on Mar 29, 2010 13:01:55 GMT -5
Silence is only momentary as a chant of "Dragon" builds up from a small incantation into a multitude of voices uttering that single word, one word to tear into Ryan's mind and remind him of a man he has never defeated. Hughes tremors in anger at the chant, struggling to avoid embarrassing himself with the juvenile outburst that he so desires to exhibit at this moment. "The crowd's getting to him already!""Yeah, and he's just gonna take his frustration out on Metal Dragon, the only guy he can legally take it out on tonight!"The chant begins to fade out as the wait for the Man of Golden Words is lengthened. "Stillborn" by Black Label Society hits and the spectators instantaneously begin a roar of fanfare, bringing the arena to a fever pitch for the main event. Metal Dragon throws the curtain aside, walking onto the top of the ramp under the lights and in the crowd's view. He wears long black tights, black boots, and has his half of the GHW Tag Team Titles around his waist. "There's Dragon! He looks ready to do battle for a title he should've had a shot for two years ago, by all rights!""You kidding me? He was a joke the minute he stopped respecting Vortigern and Brian Commonwealth. He's been a joke ever since then, and people think that just because he got to beat up on a bunch of washed-up hacks over in California who bitched about their pay here in the first place, then he's one of the best in the world all of the sudden!""It's worth noting that one of those hacks you mention is Ryan Hughes. Multiple times.""Controversy, bloodshed, and the like, not actual wrestling skill. A straight-up singles match is the most pure way to gauge the abilities of two people, and I'm pretty sure that the Chief Batmanite will wipe the floor with this idiot."Dragon shoots a quick glance down the ramp at his opponent before turning his attention to the fans, going to one side of the aisle to slap hands with the men, women, and children in the front row. After a few steps on that side, he crosses over to do the same on the other side of the ramp, soaking in the love and appreciation from the throngs of people in attendance. "His opponent, from Nashville, Tennessee... Weighing in at 220 pounds, he is the GHW Golden Angel Champion... Ladies and gentlemen, this is Metal Dragon!"The Tennessean runs the remaining few feet to the ring and slides in, then hops up and immediately turns to the left to walk to the nearest turnbuckle. MD climbs the corner and raises his arms as flashbulbs and cell phone cameras all capture this moment, whether they be from longtime GHW fans or people who have recently begun tuning into the seemingly resurrected company. After a few seconds, MD steps down and walks to another turnbuckle to do the same. "Baa! Baa! Baa! Golden Saints Incorporated was doing a fine job with GHW and they get booed, now all of the sudden the new figureheads get cheered because they don't use big words that go over the heads of these miscreants!""Shut up, Al. For God's sake, just shut the hell up. Dragon's cheered because he doesn't have his head up his ass like you, Ryan, Carter, and the like. It's not that they hate rich or intelligent people, because Dragon is both in case you didn't know, it's that they hate snobs. They hate being told that they're inferior, and they have a full right to hate that. Dragon respects these fans, and even respects Golden Saints Inc., which is a feat that I personally am incapable of.""Whatever, let's get to the tale of the tape here. Ryan Hughes is a former GHW Champion, of course losing that strap to Vladimir Strife over on EVPW. He's bigger and stronger than Dragon, but has a slight experience disadvantage, at least in years.""Yeah, and on the flip side, Metal Dragon has been a TV Champion here, Charging Glory Champion, he won the 2008 Hardcore Games to become King of the Deathmatch, and now he's a tag team champ here!""The TV Title was the ONLY belt he won in a straight-up wrestling environment. Who'd he beat? The Psycho Kid. Big deal; that guy hasn't been a credible opponent in years due to his age.""Let me reiterate this, and I don't care about whether they were regular singles matches or not... Dragon is 3-0 against Hughes.""He's about to be 3-1, Colin. THREE-AND-ONE."Dragon steps down from the fourth and final turnbuckle as "Stillborn" fades out. The commentators get a drink of water after that lengthy argument as the Briton and the American walk toward each other. The two opponents begin to stand off, Hughes looking slightly downward at his smaller foe and smirking. Another round of flashbulbs begin just before Ryan shoves MD. The Man of Golden Words is forced a few steps back, then looks to the side and smirks. Hughes does the same, relaxing and putting his hands on his hips, foolishly letting his guard down. This enables the GHW legend to step forward and throw a huge chop, palm slicing across the pectoral muscles of the heavyweight with a resounding slapping sound. The bell rings as Ryan sucks in air from the painful attack. "And here we go!"TBC Ryan Hughes |
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Post by Ryan Hughes on Mar 29, 2010 15:02:44 GMT -5
The chimes of the ring bell echo in to nothingness as Ryan staggers back, much to the delight of this Buffalo crowd. The Man of Golden Words follows up with another knife-edge chop, which forces Ryan to back-pedal in to the corner. Dragon leaves little breathing space between the two, immediately chasing the Batman. Ducking his body, MD pushes his shoulder in to Ryan's gut over and over, driving as much air as possible out of the Englishman's lungs. Hughes' cheeks puff as he tries to suck the oxygen back in to his body, but as soon as he does, it is driven away once more by another shoulder thrust. Finally adhering to the pleas of the referee, Dragon retreats. Bad move. He turns away, raising his fist in the air, but Ryan quickly charges at him from behind with a gridiron style tackle, forcing the Orchardian to the canvas. Hughes quickly mounts his adversary, landing blow after horrid blow to the forehead and jaw of the Golden Angel champion.
“Well Metal Dragon is hardly going to continue the streak with amateur mistakes like that. See? Even 'veterans' make errors.”
“I never disputed that, Al. I just said that Ryan is more susceptible to the odd mistake. And I think we will see this as time goes by.”
Ryan relinquishes the attack, and out of sportsmanship- or showboating- he allows Metal Dragon the time and space to regain his bearings. Dragon's eyes soon lock on to the eyes of his Mancunian opponent, and the two circle the ring, with early one-upmanship contests out of the way. Ryan and MD lock up in a collar elbow tie up, and Hughes uses his weight advantage to force Dragon in to a headlock. Despite the lack of air reaching his body, the Nashvillian pushes towards the ropes, causing Ryan to bounce off, and launch across the ring. Upon his return, Dragon greets the Chief Batmanite with a clothesline, dropping Ryan to the mat with force. Ryan gets up sharpish, but is soon floored by another forearm to the chest. The Bipolar Behemoth reaches his feet for a third time, but the previous attack has left him disoriented, and vulnerable to the scoop slam that Dragon applies upon him. Hughes lands on his back, and arches slightly to channel out the shooting pain. MD sees a window of opportunity, and to the fans excitement, he points to the turnbuckle.
“The fans are singing... you know what this means!”
“Yeah, Dragon is about to luck out early, and I don't like it.”
The fans are indeed singing, indicating that they are about to see one of the only reasons why Metal Dragon would ever scale the dizzy heights of the aerial scene. MD climbs up, and the singing gets louder. As he reaches the second rope, he looks down at Ryan, who is still dazed from the slam he received earlier. Dragon shakes his head, before ascending further, perching himself on the top rope. Ryan still looks like he isn't going anywhere fast. Reassured by this, Dragon leaps through the terse atmosphere, and positions his knees together like a missile so they can land on- the canvas. Ryan rolled out of the way just in time, causing MD's knees to collide with the barely covered wooden beams below. Dragon flails around in a foetal position, clutching his knees in agony, giving Ryan a chance to quickly recuperate. After the initial pain subsides, the Man of Golden Words pushes himself up with help from the ring ropes. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Ryan is crouched and coiled, ready to spring upon his prey. As Dragon turns around, the Batman begins his charge, running at the former Charging Glory champion before extending his left leg skywards. Dragon second guesses the attack though, and throws himself to the mat before rolling out of the ring, much to the chagrin of the Mancunian Mauler.
“Dragon has Hughes' number, he knew EXACTLY was was going to come if he hadn't moved.”
“So he dodges one attack, big deal! I didn't see you make anything of Ryan's evasion of the Bad Touch moments before!”
Metal Dragon breathes deeply as he walks along the perimeter of the ring, whilst the referee begins the mandatory ten count inside of it. Ryan, feeling annoyed, decides to give chase to his opponent and tormentor. Rolling under the ring ropes, Ryan follows the Golden Angel strap holder, getting ever closer to his prey. As soon as he reaches striking distance though, MD turns around and lands a well placed haymaker to the jaw of the former GHW Champion. Hughes is immediately decked, and this gives Dragon a distinct advantage. Deciding to show off for the paying fans, he brings Ryan to his feet, before using his momentum to launch Ryan in to the barricade. The Batman clutches his head and neck, wincing and moaning in pain while the fans behind him continue to mock the hurt Batmanite. MD steps back slightly, before running at Hughes, and driving his knee in to the poor man's head. The fans cheer at this simple yet effective move, and Dragon raises his fist for the fans before picking Ryan up a second time; this time shoving him in to the ring. As soon as the Orchardian re-enters the squared circle, he crawls over Ryan, initiating the first pinfall attempt of the night. The fans count along with the referee, but this is replaced by a collective moan of frustration as the Chief Batmanite raises his right shoulder, breaking the fall.
Dragon sits up, before rubbing his palms across his face in annoyance- this is going to be more than a walk in the park. Punching the ground with his fist, he clambers over Ryan once more, only to receive the same two-count that thwarted him before. Getting angry, he rolls Ryan on to his stomach. Dragon then grabs both of the Batman's arms and pulls them back, before locking Ryan's head in his grip, executing a painful camel clutch. Ryan's face is twisted and distorted from the pain, and he screams in agony as the referee asks him whether he wants to call it quits. “FUCK NO!” is the simple answer, which indicates that Dragon needs to apply yet more pressure. The Man of Golden Words arches Ryan's head further, causing even more pain to shoot through Ryan's body. The Batman's eyes are clenched shut as he tries to escape the pain, but his savior turns out to be his manager Smarky Smark, who makes his first managerial action of the night, launching himself on to the ring apron- shouting and making as much movement as possible to get the referee's attention. Smarky is successful in his attempts, causing the referee to get in to an argument with the Shaman of Sci-Fi over some cock and bull story of “foreign objects”. Metal Dragon notices the hubbub, and releases Hughes, before heading over to Smarky. Not wasting any time, he simply lands a well aimed right hook on the Shaman, sending him off the apron, and on the the mat in a heap. Ryan has had enough time to recuperate, and before Dragon can turn around, the Batman wraps his arm around MD's leg, causing him to fall back in to an inside cradle.
“ONE! TWO! NOOO! And Dragon kicks out there, thank god this title wasn't decided through the actions of that bastard.”
“Smarky Smark was doing what he does best Colin-”
“Being an interfering faggot?”
“No. He was being clever. He knew that Dragon was dumb enough to release Hughes and chase him, and Ryan ALMOST capitalised!”
MD rolls away from his adversary, and moves to the opposite side of the ring. Hughes pulls himself up to a vertical base, running several game plans through his head, desperately searching for one that will put away his foe. Just like at the beginning of the match, both men are staring holes in to one another as the fans strike up a chant of "LET'S GO DRAGON!" to raise the confidence of the Nashvillian.
TBCB MD
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Post by Metal Dragon on Mar 30, 2010 0:50:46 GMT -5
The two competitors lift their hands, slowly moving them closer to each other's before locking down and engaging in a test of strength and balance. Ryan Hughes predictably gains an early advantage, slowly pushing MD to a point where the middleweight is bent backwards. Seeing the strain on Dragon's face brings a certain glee to the Chief Batmanite; seeing this specific man in anguish never gets old for him. Ryan lets up, allowing the Tennessean to surge up and stand straight once more. This simply acts as an opening for the Mancunian Masher to throw a knee into his foe's abdomen, doubling him over. Ryan immediately reaches forward and wraps his arms around MD's midsection, then lifts him up and falls back. The Metallic One is thrown into a forward somersault courtesy of a Gutwrench Suplex that plants him back-first on the canvas with a thud. The persistent Hughes immediately rolls onto Metal Dragon and hooks a leg to cover him. The ref moves into position and begins counting: 1... 2... MD throws a shoulder up. Ryan immediately clenches his fist around the short hair of the middleweight and pulls him into a sitting position, then pops up and throws a quick shin kick at Dragon's back. The impact of the strike throws MD's upper body forward before the Redneck Ravager recoils back onto the mat, lying down once again for another opportunity to stare at the ceiling while his adversary gloats amidst the booing of the crowd.
"He's confident that he'll win the New Age Championship, definitely. Better not waste too much time, though."
"Yeah, hurry up and finish him off, Ryan! The less time you take to pin him, the more time you have to brag about your title tonight! Hey, I know a good club in town, think he'd let me be his wingman?"
"I somehow doubt that, Big Al."
Metal Dragon's head is grabbed again, this time at the sides as he is pulled up. Ryan gets the smaller Fighty fighty person to his feet and immediately reaches down to scoop him up. As MD is being lifted, he throws an elbow downward, connecting the sharp bone with the top of Ryan's head and slightly dazing him. The Batman drops MD, who quickly lands on his feet and pulls Ryan's head down to get him into a headlock. Dragon then grabs the barely-heavyweight's waistband and plants his feet before snapping his body back and quickly throwing the Englishman overhead. The Snap Suplex deposits Ryan on the mat. MD keeps his arm wrapped around his opponent's head and pushes his body backwards, rolling over Ryan to end up on top of the bi-polar superstar. With the headlock still applied, Dragon wraps his legs around one of Ryan's legs to hook it, now having Hughes pinned to the mat inventively. The striped official notices this and drops down, beginning to count: 1... 2... The Batman manages to buck his assailant off, then he rolls away. Both men simultaneously get up, Ryan charging with hesitation. The swift instincts of Metal Dragon allow him to slip his arm under that of the Englishman's and fall back while rolling to the side, throwing Ryan over him with an Armdrag that puts Hughes back-first into the white canvas once again. The Golden Angel Champion continues to grasp the arm while getting up, holding it in place just long enough to deliver a quick stomp to Ryan's hand. The former GHW Champion squirms in pain while muttering a plethora of obscenities to himself due to the pain. Hughes makes the smartest move possible and rolls out of the ring.
Soaking in the adoration of the fans, MD smirks while he scans the outside of the ring area for the actions of not only his unpredictable opponent, but also the conniving Smarky Smark. The recovered Shaman of Sci-Fi makes his way toward Ryan to check on his client's hand, making sure that nothing is damaged severely. A few seconds pass, and the referee does what any good official would do.
"One!"
"I'm making sure he's not hurt, you asshole!"
The man in stripes stays professional amidst just another insult directed at him from an unsportsmanlike individual.
"Two!"
"GET OFF MY NUTS! I'M TRYING TO CHECK HIS HAND!"
Ryan nods and shakes his hand out, the pain being aggravating but not unbearable. The Batman takes two steps toward the ring before rolling in, immediately seeing a charge from Metal Dragon. As the DragonFire draws nearer, Hughes instinctively pivots 360 degrees on one foot while swinging the other up, timing it perfectly to slam into the Tennessean's temple. The spear is thrown off-course, making its attempter crash and burn into the mat face-first.
"DragonFire countered! Beautiful roundhouse by Ryan Hughes!"
"That knocked his brain around like a pinball. Time to capitalize."
While a dazed MD drools on the canvas, Ryan runs to the ropes and bounces off. On his return trip, the Batmanite jumps and bends his knees to land them both on the back of the tag champion's head. The Man of Golden Words flinches and rolls away while Ryan gets up. The merciless Mancunian simply walks forward and drops his knees on MD's head again, the only difference being that his victim was facing up this time. Dragon rolls away in pain one more time, now inches from the ropes. Smarky Smark positions himself just outside of the ring, slapping the apron with both hands to cheer on his friend. Ryan glances at Smarky, then rolls the Golden Angel Champ onto his back and latches his hand onto the middleweight's throat. The referee steps in and orders the release of the choke, then begins counting. 1, 2, 3, 4, Hughes lets go amidst a chorus of boos, then slowly gets up while receiving a lecture. The Chief Batmanite sticks his foot into Dragon's ribs and shoves him out of the ring where the Tennessean lands with a dull thump on the floor. The verbal cajoling from the official continues on Ryan Hughes, allowing the Shaman of Sci-Fi to sneak in undetected with a foot on MD's throat. More booing follows as Ryan begins pleading his case in the form of "I let go at four!" to buy more time for his manager to perform his dastardly deeds.
"Oh come on, this is how you want to win the big one, Ryan? I shouldn't be surprised, but this guy never ceases to amaze me with his antics."
"It's not cheating if you don't get caught! Heck, that's why the ref needs to be doing his job right now and stopping him!"
"I actually agree with you on that one! This is ridiculous!"
The ref finally does catch Smarky in the corner of his eye and turn around. The curly-haired Shaman backs away and lifts his hands innocently while shaking his head, simply prompting more jeering from the spectators. Hughes shouts "START COUNTING!" at the referee, and the official does just that, lifting his arms and shouting "One!" to begin the countout. Metal stirs on the ground while clutching his neck, seething with a mixture of pain and anger.
"Two!"
Adrenaline begins to rush through the 2008 H-Games Winner, and he forces himself to one knee. Metal Dragon clutches the ring apron and starts pulling.
"Three!"
Managing to get to his feet, MD leans on the apron for a moment while looking up at his cocky nemesis. Hughes raises an arm, provoking one more smattering of boos and simply making the Tennessean want to rip him apart even more.
"Four!"
The Man of Golden Words climbs under the bottom rope and slithers into the ring, crawling for a moment as he gets up. Ryan simply wraps an arm around his smaller opponent's head, but MD plants his feet to counter any intentions he had. The Metallic One reaches down and grabs the back of Hughes's legs, then lifts him up and stumbles back before falling down. The Batman's throat hits the top rope and he bounces off, stumbling back like a drunkard. MD hastily pulls himself up, leaning back on the middle rope, then pushes himself off and bumrushes the bigger man, jumping and lowering his head as the distance between them shrinks. Dragon's shoulder collides with Ryan's chest, knocking the former GHW Champion onto his back. A thud briefly precedes Hughes getting up, still in a daze, while the Stone Orchard member simply rolls over and scrambles to his feet. The bi-polar Briton lifts his leg and throws a kick, but MD catches it while moving in. Holding Ryan's leg captive, the technician wraps his free arm around the Batman's midsection and explodes backward, throwing the hated Englishman overhead. The crowd goes wild as Hughes lands on the mat with a loud crash, shaking the squared circle. Both men lie on the white cloth surface, breathing heavily.
"Capture Suplex by Dragon! This is anyone's match now!"
"That means it could just as easily become Ryan's again. Look, they're both out of breath after that!"
TBC Ryan
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Post by Ryan Hughes on Mar 31, 2010 16:21:00 GMT -5
Ryan stares in to the lights on the ceiling, which are the only thing stopping him slumping in to an unconscious state. The shooting pain from the capture suplex sweeps through his body, leaving the Batman in a temporary paralysis. A few feet away, Metal Dragon is on his back, clutching his head after the pain from the roundhouse kick he received earlier comes back to haunt him. Trying his best to ignore this, MD crawls over to the fallen Mancunian, and hooks his right leg to initiate the pinfall attempt. 1...2...Ryan pushes his right shoulder off the canvas, drawing a loud and frustrated moan from this Buffalo crowd. Dragon sits up, glaring at the referee as he explains that Hughes broke the fall. After nodding in a reluctant understanding, he props himself on to his feet before pulling the Batman up with him.
Ryan is extremely unsteady on his feet, only held up by Dragon's vice-like grip on his brown locks. Cocking his fist back, the Golden Angel Champion launches it in to Ryan's jaw, causing the Briton to fall back, only catching himself against the ring ropes. MD follows, making sure Ryan is still out if it by landing another fist to the other side of the Batman's face. Dragon grabs Ryan's arm, and slingshots him across the ring, eagerly awaiting his return with his right arm outstretched. The Batman collides with the arm, falling to the mat once again. MD, not wasting any time, decides to stay on the offensive, locking Hughes' head in a sleeperhold to slow the tempo down a notch.
“Now Ryan has a problem- this is going to sap what's left of his energy!”
“The Batman has energy reserve tanks IN his energy reserve tanks! This is just like a rest for him. Trust me, I know this stuff.”
“Well it's a good thing that no one values your 'knowledge' then, is it?”
Hughes stretches his arms out, hoping that this will somehow provide him with the adrenaline he needs; it's fair to say that the attempt is fruitless. He continues to shake his arms to try and make Dragon lose his grip. Once again, the attempt fails. After more shaking and twisting, he begins to fade, much to the delight of the Metallic One. A small droplet of saliva stretches from the Batman's mouth, finally breaking and landing on MD's arm. Ryan's eyes roll in to the back of his head, and they shut; the last ever GHW World Champion seemingly drifting in to dreamland. The referee stares at Ryan's feeble state, and is brought in to action when Dragon screams “CHECK HIM!” at the official. Not wanting to delay further, he lifts Ryan's left arm up, letting it drop while the fans shout in unison “ONE!”. After checking for any signs of life, the referee hoists the Batman's limp arm a second time, letting it fall, much to the fans' delight. “TWO!”. A wide smile plasters itself upon the face of the Nashvillian as he looks down upon the man who he will have beat within the next few seconds. The referee lifts Hughes' arm for the third and final time, and the fans stand up throughout the arena, in order to witness history. Unfortunately, they are left disappointed. Ryan manages to stop his palm slapping the mat for a third time, much to everyone's surprise- except “Big” Al's.
“SEE? TOLD YOU! TOLD YOU! THERE IS STILL SOME FIGHT LEFT IN THE OLD DOG YET!”
Ryan's arm begins to shake, and not long after, the rest of his body follows. The tremors allow him to clamber his way up slowly, shocking the Golden Angel Champion with his tenacity. Once he is on his feet with Dragon stood over him, he uses the last of his adrenaline to lift his opponent up and over, falling back with a well executed Fisherman's Suplex. Holding on, he hooks MD's leg.
“ONE! TWO! THR-NO!”
The Orchardian jerks his leg out of Ryan's grip, and the Batman flops to the mat, unable to keep up this level of tenacity. Both men lay unmoving on the dusty canvas, staring glassy eyed at the ceiling. The referee begins the obligatory ten count, while multiple camera flashes accompany the “THIS IS AWE-SOME!” chant reverberating around the arena.
“I hate to say this, but it looks as though Ryan has never heard of the word 'quit'.”
“It comes with the territory, being from Manchester. Have you seen the amount of gangland violence there? It makes the Sopranos look like Mother Teresa!”
Ryan positions himself against the south-western turnbuckle, and looks to the other side of the ring, expecting to see Metal Dragon in the same position. Surprisingly, there is no sign of the Metallic One. Unbeknownst to the Batman, Dragon flopped out of the ring shortly after the pinfall attempt. Ryan looks towards his manager, who simply shouts “He's out here, Ryan! Get him!”. Following Smarky's advice, Ryan rolls underneath the bottom rope and staggers along the ring perimeter. Finally, he spots his foe perched by the announce table, clutching the small of his back. Setting off at a run, he catches Metal Dragon with a stiff forearm to the side of the head, which sends the GHW Legend to the barely padded mat in a world of pain. Ryan looks around the arena, gaining solace from every sad face in view, knowing that he is doing his job.
Grabbing the veteran by the neck, he pulls Dragon to a vertical base, before shoving him in the ring once more, breaking the count out. Ryan rolls in after MD, being sure to stay on top in this phase of pressure. The Chief Batmanite stands above Dragon, who seems to have been cut from the fall he took after being lamped in the side of the head. The blood trickles from Dragon's hairline as he tries to defend himself from the barrage of stomps. After executing five boots to the chest, Ryan turns away, just to rub his dominance in the face of the fans in attendance. The amount of negativity coming from the GHW faithful is off the scale, and the Batman simply laughs in their faces, further inciting the crowd.
“Another great display of class from the Chief Batmanite there.”
This little sideshow gives the man from Nashville enough time to recover, and he stands behind Ryan, who is still oblivious to Dragon's comeback. Ryan eventually turns around, and is met with a stiff shot to the jaw, which rocks the former champion. MD hits him again, and again, and again; an obvious attempt at knocking some respect in to the Englishman. Ryan tries to send something back, but Dragon ducks and slips behind the cocky one, wrapping his arms around the right arm and the neck of the Batman. With great force, Dragon falls back, sending Ryan down with a...
“TIGER DRIVER '85! Shades of Misawa there from the Nashvillian!”
Dragon gets up and beats his chest, drawing a huge cheer from the fans in attendance. Looking behind him, he sees Hughes trying to somehow make his way up. MD knows what he will do next, and so does this crowd. Bending slightly, he waits for Ryan to reach a vertical base. MD shouts “GET UP YOU STUPID BRIT!”, expecting this to incite the Batman, but it doesn't.
“HEY HUMANOID! MISS ME?”
Smarky Smark disrupts Dragon's determination, and MD doesn't like it when he is disrupted. Muttering something to himself, he chases after the Shaman of Sci-Fi, garnering a cheer from the fans. Smarky runs for his life, knowing that Dragon would like nothing better than to kick his ass right now. The Shaman takes a sharp turn, sliding in to the ring, and running across. Dragon follows of course, but Ryan is now up and recuperated. As the Metallic One sprints, Hughes runs towards him and the two meet in the middle of the ring- with Ryan's boot firmly planted in the skull of the former Charging Glory champion.
“BIG FUCKING KICK TO THE HEAD! And that is how you win a match, Colin.”
“Once again, that greasy nosed prick gets Metal Dragon's attention for ONE SECOND, and now Hughes can win the New Age Championship!”
Ryan falls from the pain he is under, and he looks towards Metal Dragon, knowing that if he can crawl over there, then this will all be over, and he will be a champion once more.
TBCB MD
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Post by Metal Dragon on Mar 31, 2010 23:51:27 GMT -5
"Crawl over there! Become a world champion again! You can do it, Ryan!"
"It's a good thing I haven't eaten in a while, because if this happens this way, I'd probably puke if my stomach were full."
The exasperated Batmanite slowly creeps toward the Tennessean while his manager cheers him on from ringside. Every time that Smarky Smark pounds the mat sends a small vibration through the entire squared circle, normally negligible but feeling like an earthquake to the two battle-worn Fighty fighty persons. Ryan crawls a short distance, then collapses into the canvas, staring one eye at his destination while the other is closed by virtue of the fact that one side of his face is smooshed against the mat. Hughes takes a deep breath and forces himself to all fours once again, crawling just enough to lunge onto his opponent. Totally sure in his mind that he has done all he needs to do, the Briton does not even bother to hook a leg, simply resting on Metal Dragon to perform a pinfall. The referee drops down and begins the count.
1...
2...
Driven by a cocktail of instinct and hatred for his opponent, the Tag Team Champion throws a shoulder up. The crowd immediately rises to its feet in a shower of cheers. Ryan simply rolls onto his back with eyes wide open in disbelief while his irritating ally outside of the ring begins throwing one of his signature tantrums.
"HE KICKED OUT!"
"I don't believe it!"
"Neither can Ryan or Smarky! Metal Dragon is still refusing to stay down!"
Hughes rolls onto his stomach and balls his fists, then slams them into the mat out of pure frustration. His mind jumbles for a moment, then finally clears up, focusing on his one and only goal. Filtering his thoughts, the Chief Batmanite mutters only one thing.
"...I guess you need another..."
Ryan Hughes gets to one knee, then pushes himself to a vertical base and stumbles toward the ropes. With Dragon stirring in the center of the ring, the bi-polar heavyweight leans against the top rope with his arm dangling out of the ring. Ryan stomps the mat and then begins dragging his foot back like a bull about to charge. The Batman blinks frequently in an effort to get the sweat out of his eyes, breathing heavily at the same time, two mannerisms making him look even more insane than he already is. MD plays dumb, seeing his opponent waiting for him to get up but pretending to be oblivious to that fact. The Stone Orchard member struggles to his feet, finally getting up with one last bit of strength, and turns toward Hughes. The Mancunian Mauler has already begun charging at the wobbly and seemingly defeated technician, then he lifts his leg up to attempt a second BFK2H. However, this time the wary MD has anticipated the move, having jumped to the side and kicked both feet out. The low Dropkick slams into the outside of Ryan's left knee, cutting him down before the Yakuza Kick can even reach maximum height.
"Fool me once, shame on you!"
Hughes lets out a grunt of pain as he crashes to the mat. That moment is when the greatest agony comes, forcing the bigger man in the match to clutch the knee of the leg that was suddenly cut out from under him. The Golden Angel rolls onto his anterior side and pushes himself to a standing position, then staggers over where the writhing Batman lies. Showing no mercy to a man he truly despises, MD grabs Ryan's left foot and kicks his arms off of it. Ryan is then rolled onto his back before Dragon's right leg steps over the afflicted knee of Hughes. The Mancunian's left leg is then pulled upward, smashing the knee into the bottom of the GHW legend's thigh and sending more pain through the entirety of that limb.
"Knee Bar locked in! Hughes could tap out here! He's squirming around like a caught fish!"
"He's trying to snap that leg in half!"
Amidst a flurry of fanfare coming from the fans in attendance, Dragon continues to crank the hold. Before the pain can become unbearable, Hughes throws his free leg up to kick his assailant in the face. The hold is loosened slightly, which encourages the Mancunian Madman to throw another kick. His middleweight opponent backs off, releasing the hold and stumbling backward. MD runs to the ropes and leans into them, ready to bounce off, but the ever-present Smarky Smark grabs his ankle to counter whatever intentions he had. Booing strikes up as the Shaman of Sci-Fi backs away and begins receiving further education on the rules from the striped official. Dragon approaches the downed Hughes with malice in his eyes, stomping his abdomen once. The Batman flinches from the blow as his hair is then grabbed and he is pulled up in that manner. Halfway to a vertical base, Ryan simply throws an arm up between his attacker's legs, which he gets away with to the dismay of the fans.
"Low blow! Damn him!"
"Hey Dragon, you just got hit in the nuts. You're on TV!"
"As if Ryan couldn't sink any lower. He already has his manager buying time for him every time something bad happens, now he pulls this?"
"Hey, Metal Dragon could just as easily get someone to hang around at ringside, but no, he's too prideful. Look where it's gotten him in this match. He's taken a BFK2H that would've finished him off if the ref hadn't counted at a snail's pace. Now he's taken a sack-whack for it. Pack mentality at its finest."
Ryan wraps his arms around Dragon's thighs, lifting him off of his feet. The heavyweight turns toward the corner and drops to one knee while letting go of his opponent, making MD's groin drop onto Hughes's knee. The Inverted Atomic Drop makes the Tennessean suck in air once more as he stumbles back. Dragon is refused a second of solace, however, as Ryan gets back to his feet and shoves him into the corner. His left leg hurt but his right still in good shape, Hughes uses his right leg to begin kicking his opponent in the stomach. One, two, three, four... Some fans count the kicks out loud, MD slouching further into the corner with each passing one. Five, six, seven, eight, nine... Being that Metal Dragon is fully seated now, Hughes kicks one more time, only this time it is across MD's face. The lower leg of the Briton moves back and forth, giving the Nashvillian a brutally uncomfortable Face Wash that goes on for a few very long seconds.
Having made the left side of Dragon's face feel a sensation reminiscent of rug burn, Hughes now switches his target to the throat. Knowing he'll only get a tidbit of time to perform the following act, Ryan shoves his foot into MD's neck and presses harshly. The crowd boos while the victim of the move clutches the former GHW Champion's leg in an effort to push it away. After the referee begins counting, the choke is released at four, just before disqualification. Still sailing the sea of jeers from the spectators, Hughes grabs the weakened MD's ankles and pulls him out of the corner to where he lies a few feet away from said part of the ring. The bipolar brawler then hops over the fan favorite and steps through the ropes, getting onto the apron long enough to climb the turnbuckles from there. Smarky Smark cheers his client on as he ascends slowly due to his leg still hurting. After completing his climb, Ryan leaps from his perch and sits down in mid-air to attempt a Top-rope Leg Drop. Unfortunately for him, rolling does not take much energy, and so Dragon does just that. With a massive thud, the 241-pound Manchester native crashes and burns. It is at this moment that the Golden Angel Champion scrambles to his feet and takes a few steps away from his opponent. Ryan remains in a seated position as his posterior hurts too much to move at the moment. With a grin on his face, MD turns around and charges. Merely inches away from Hughes, the Metallic One throws a knee up, smashing it right into Ryan's face and knocking him flat on his back.
"SHINING WIZARD! That was brutal!"
"Damn right it was! Ryan's brains could be oozing out of his ears any second now!"
As the approval of the crowd is audible once more, MD steps back and bends over to grab Ryan's legs. Metal Dragon pulls his opponent away from the ropes, then pulls Ryan's legs up. The Man of Golden Words then flips forward, pulling the hated Englishman's legs back and locking him in a Jackknife pin. The referee approaches and drops down to begin the count.
1...
2...
The crowd's cheering turns into a sigh as Hughes somehow manages to power out of the pinning predicament. Irritating fanfare from Smarky ensues once again as Dragon sits up and scours his brain for a possible way to end this match as soon as possible.
TBC Ryan
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Post by Ryan Hughes on Apr 5, 2010 15:29:35 GMT -5
“I don't believe this. Ryan just had his skull rattled by that Shining Wizard, and yet he still kicks out!”
“You need to give Ryan some credit, Colin. He is still the biggest guy in this company! The title may be gone, but Hughes' sheer quality remains!”
“Granted, he is one hell of a fighter. But when he has Smarky Smark doing his dirty work, respect goes right out of the window.”
“He is a MASTER TACTICIAN, and that is where everyone else is FLAWED!”
The Metallic One retreats in to a corner, before slumping in to a seated position, back resting on the turnbuckle. He needs a new game plan, and fast. Dragon rubs his palms across his face, trying to capture an idea, or a spark of imagination from the air before him. Meanwhile, Hughes rolls to his side, clutching the ropes to try and return to a vertical position. He spits a wad of saliva on to the ground, but you can tell that the Batman has been heavily weakened from the manner in which he had to force the spit from his lips. Nevertheless, he is ready to fight on. Metal Dragon meets him in the center of the ring, and launches his fist in to Ryan's face, drawing a huge cheer from the fans. Hughes' head falls back, and he turns to the side. After a moment of realisation, he clenches his fist, before landing a right hook to the jaw of Metal Dragon. The Mancunian's reply is received poorly by the fans, who send their boos and their negativity to the Chief Batmanite. The two men go through the motions of the fistfight, almost as if they are to drained to initiate in another form of combat.
All it takes is one simple slip of the wrist, and Ryan is left vulnerable. Dragon notices the Batman's open posture, sending a hard fist right in to Ryan's nose, and a faint crack can be heard as the blood steadily begins to flow from his nostrils. As Dragon sends a second consecutive punch to the dazed former champion, his knuckles become painted in the warm crimson fluid. Hughes staggers in to the ropes, leaving himself open to a further onslaught to the upper body. Dragon pummels the Englishman in the ribs and stomach, leaving the bipolar brawler immobile. The Man of Golden Words grabs a hold of Ryan's arm, sling-shotting him to the opposite set of ropes. Hughes comes running back, but he ducks his head under the outstretched arm of the Orchardian and hits the ropes once more. The surprised opponent shakes his head before turning around, but fails to react to Ryan's desperate counter attack. The Batman leaps up, stretching his legs out- either side of MD's head. The momentum from the run allows him to perform a Flying Leg Lariat on the Golden Angel champion, slamming Dragon on to the mat, and causing Ryan to bounce off just to land mere feet away.
“And just like that, we are all even once more.”
“See, Hughes only needs to flick the switch, and he is right back in this.”
The ex-GHW Champion wastes no time in vying for a pinfall, flopping on his adversary's limp form. 1...2... Dragon defies the laws of the human body once more, shooting his shoulder off the canvas, much to the delight of the GHW faithful, and much to the horror of the Mancunian Mauler. Ryan rolls on to his back, staring at the ceiling with mouth agape. Wondering what needs to be done, he looks over to the turnbuckle. If ground offence doesn't work, maybe the former champion should try flying. Ryan grabs Metal Dragon, pulling him to his feet, whilst locking him in a front facelock. As the weakened Orchardian tries to wriggle free of Ryan's grip, the Batman puts a stopper to any thoughts of freedom by continuously punching him in the gut. Once he is sure that Dragon won't cause any more unwanted hassle, he begins to force the Tennesseean in to the corner he was looking at earlier.
Pushing Dragon against the padded turnbuckle, Ryan bends slightly, before thrusting his shoulder in to his opponent's sternum. After driving out whatever air was left in the Metallic One's body, Ryan lifts the dead weight, making sure he is sat upon the turnbuckle before proceeding. The Mancunian climbs up to his foes level, levelling him with three left handed fists to the skull. Ryan throws MD's arm over his neck, before locking his own arm around the Orchardian's lolling head. He attempts to lift Dragon, but to no avail- MD just won't give him the satisfaction. He tries again, but once again there is no budging. Dragon finally comes to, letting Ryan know only by punching him in his floating rib, which immediately causes the former Outcast to let go. He raises his fist again, punching him in the jaw, which almost sends Ryan to the canvas. Dragon finishes the job though, headbutting the ex-champion, letting him fall slowly and helplessly to the mat below. Dragon sits still for a moment, unsure of what to do. The fans decide to give the Golden Angel champ a helping hand, as they begin to sing that oh so infamous song which most Fighty fighty persons dread to hear. The Man of Golden Words sings along, before leaping in to the air, letting the song carry him to his destination- Ryan's face. CRACK! The Batman's face smushes against the mat, as MD's knees crash in to his face like a truck piling through a car on a highway.
“THE BAD TOUCH! THE BAD TOUCH!”
“DAMNIT NO!”
The momentum causes Dragon to roll and come to a stop on the other side of the ring, but he has a new found energy flowing through him now. The co-owner of GHW spins around, staring gleefully at Ryan's unmoving body. Not giving away any time to savour the moment, he goes as fast as he can on all fours before hooking the Batman's leg.
“ONE! TWO!-”
“He kicked out! But how!?”
“Ryan has taken absolute shitloads of punishment here Colin, I don't think that one more more is going to harm him more than he already is.”
Smarky Smark remains at ringside, jumping and pumping his fists in to the air with glee as Ryan saves himself once again in this epic encounter. The fans begin to groan once more, seeing as their hero has been thwarted for the umpteenth time in this match. Dragon's extra energy leaves just as quickly as it came, and he stares at the canvas, trying to work the cogs in his brain into overtime. Pounding the mat to get a rhythm going, the fans in the arena follow; clapping their hands or slapping their thighs or stomping their feet, trying to help the Metallic One in any way they can.
“These fans want it. The DragonFire is gonna burn this match in to smithereens!”
Dragon mouths to himself “This is it.” before clutching the ring rope in his wait for the Batman. Ryan senses the vibrations from the fan's rhythmic beats, and he knows that something is up, albeit subconsciously. The Batman rises to his feet, and slowly, he turns around to accept his fate. Dragon flashes a sly grin, before launching himself across the ring. The Metallic One bends slightly, but Hughes sidesteps, clutching MD's flailing arm and pulling him to the ground with it. Tucking the arm between his legs, Ryan clasps his hands around the face of the Yank, before wrenching the head backwards. Dragon screams in pain, as Ryan further tightens the hold. The fans throughout the arena scream in support of their afflicted champion, willing him towards the ropes, which are over a metre away. Not to mention, Smarky Smark is continuously leering at the struggling Dragon, sneering at him and hissing.
“Batman Lock! Batman Lock! Who's gonna end it now Colin?”
“Metal Dragon is in a terrible situation here. Can he possibly find a way out?”
TBC MD
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Post by Metal Dragon on Apr 5, 2010 17:56:24 GMT -5
"Dragon is flailing his arms around, trying to drag himself and his opponent to the ropes!"
"He's gonna tap! There's no way he can last long enough to get there!"
"It's only a couple feet! He can make it!"
The crowd favorite is the target of a multitude of voices encouraging him, all blending into one jumbled roar. MD claws his way, seemingly centimeter-by-centimeter, but refusing to tap out. Ryan is only emboldened by the resistance displayed as he continues to crank the hold on as tightly as possible. Suddenly, Hughes's hair is grabbed and the other hand of the Metallic One reaches up to deliver a blind blow to the jaw, a certainly lucky shot in the dark. MD quickly then moves his hands toward those of his foe, proceeding to successfully push the Batman Lock off of his face for a moment. Dragon then kicks a leg back, his foot hitting Ryan in the knee and knocking it out from under him. The Golden Angel Champion is able to slip out, doing so and then quickly crawling on top of the Englishman's back and wrapping his arms around the heavyweight's midsection. Metal Dragon then begins pulling his opponent up, both men getting to their feet at the same time due to this. The Nashvillian then falls back and throws Ryan over him in one fluid motion, planting the villainous VWE legend into the canvas with a German Suplex. MD keeps the waistlock applied and bridges his hips, creating a pinning situation.
1...
2...
Hughes throws his body back to break the count, flipping over and landing on his stomach. The aggressive Man of Golden Words crawls toward the Batmanite, then slips an arm under his neck to apply a grounded face lock. MD begins getting up, pulling Ryan up as he does so. A few seconds pass as the two men both reach their feet, and the opportunistic Hughes throws a quick jab into Dragon's ribs before slipping his head out from under the technician's arm. The former GHW World Champion then pats his right forearm before throwing it upward, slamming a European Uppercut into his opponent's jaw. Dragon turns around due to the force of the attack, then simply falls on his face while Hughes leans back into the ropes for a moment to gather himself. Smarky immediately climbs onto the apron and pats his client on the back while babbling some advice into his ear. Meanwhile, Metal Dragon begins crawling to the other side of the squared battleground.
"Hughes is getting some words of wisdom from Smarky there, as if anything that guy ever has to say amounts to wisdom."
"Hey, the Shaman knows what he's talking about. And just look at Dragon. Metal Dragon has been beaten senseless and is draggin' himself, no pun intended, to the other side of the ring."
"That sounded like a pun was intended to me."
"Shut up, Fuzz."
"NOW FINISH HIM OFF!" is the final bit of encouragement given by the Shaman of Sci-Fi as he slaps Hughes on the back and hops down from the apron. The Metallic One begins pulling himself up on the far ropes while Hughes patiently waits. Ryan shakes his right leg, loosening it up, knowing that the only thing that stands between him and the title at this point in the match is one kick to the head, one Big Fucking Kick. Dragon pulls himself to his feet and leans on the ropes for a second, then the instant that he turns around, Ryan begins charging. Once he is in kicking range, Ryan swings his foot up and closes his eyes... but hits nothing. Dragon ducked the kick and now is crouched behind the Mancunian Mauler, getting into a perfect squatted position and putting his head in between Ryan's legs. MD grabs Hughes by the knees and then pushes his body up, hoisting the heavier man onto his shoulders long enough to turn toward the corner of the ring and fall forward.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE HE COUNTERED IT!"
"Face-first into the turnbuckle!"
The Chief Batmanite bounces away from the point of impact, stumbling back with one foot on each side of his resilient foe, before finally falling down near the middle of the ring. Dragon pulls himself to his feet once again and then turns toward Ryan, then begins walking along the ropes, just staring at his adversary. MD stops once he reaches the adjacent turnbuckle, then walks toward Hughes's head and drops to all fours. The Metallic One pulls Ryan into a sitting position and slips an arm under his chin, then puts his other arm onto the back of the Batmanite's head. Instead of tightening this into a Sleeper Hold submission, Dragon puts his feet back under him and begins getting up, forcing Ryan to do the same. In the middle of the ring, with Hughes in the one position he wants all opponents to be in, MD has the match won in his mind. Ryan, however, refuses to allow the move to be hit, turning around and then ducking down. The star student of the Lancashire Wrestling Academy thrusts his shoulder into the middleweight's gut, bending Dragon over. The American is then lifted up onto one of Ryan's shoulders and flung back-first onto the mat just as quickly courtesy of a Sidewalk Slam.
In exhaustion, Ryan Hughes simply stands over his opponent in a daze, eyes glazing over. It lasts merely a moment, concluding with a sudden feeling of slight refreshment in the flash of delirium he just experienced. The Batman raises his arms while looking down at his opponent, leading to a flood of jeers. Ryan walks around Dragon and stomps on the Tennessean's chest. The Englishman then takes a step back before falling forward with a clenched fist, dropping the fist right onto MD's abdomen. Hughes puts his forearm across the tag team champion's face, this position counting as a pinfall. The official slides into position: 1... 2... MD convulses his whole body once to halt the pin. Ryan rolls off of his opponent and then both Fighty fighty persons begin getting up.
"Dragon kicks out again! Both of the men in this match have endured way more than anyone thought they would. They've both dealt an equal amount of damage. Either Ryan Hughes or Metal Dragon could still win at this point."
"You're forgetting one big factor: the presence of Smarky Smark."
"I wish I could forget about that little vermin. Regardless, we're watching a classic."
MD and Ryan get to their feet simultaneously and turn toward each other. The English Egotist throws a huge chop to the smaller man's chest, inciting a "Wooo!" from the crowd. Dragon stumbles back but immediately charges forward and answers with a boot to the stomach. Hughes doubles over and his hair is immediately grabbed, then the American fan favorite leads him toward the ropes and tosses him between them. Ryan grasps one of the ropes on the way out of the squared circle, avoiding a nasty spill onto the floor. The Mancunian staggers toward the crowd barricade and leans onto it for a moment while the nearby fans hurl a medley of insults at him. MD steps onto the apron, waiting for his opponent to turn around. Ryan turns his attention back to the Man of Golden Words only to see Dragon flying off of the ring apron with an extended arm. Quickly reacting, Hughes ducks and catches the flying Tennessean. Ryan then steps forward and lunges, driving Metal Dragon's spine into the side of the ring. While the former KOTDM slumps down, his hair is grabbed and his face becomes subject to a series of swift punches from the Batman. The referee orders Ryan to stop the strikes and then begins a count while the punches continue to rain. One, two, three, four... Hughes ceases his strikes, now pulling Dragon away from the apron and turning him around. The Mancunian Mauler throws his opponent under the bottom rope and into the ring before climbing onto the apron and stepping in himself. Looking down at his stirring foe, Ryan's hand makes a quick slashing motion across his throat.
"He's gonna try to end it here! He wants to take Metal Dragon on a trip to Gotham!"
The groggy Golden Angel slowly gets to his feet while Hughes patiently waits. Once MD is standing, Ryan turns him around and squats down, reaching between the American's legs and scooping him up. Knowing what the heavyweight's intentions are, MD squirms out of Ryan's grasp and ends up slipping out of the hold he was in, ending up on the mat right behind Hughes. The Metallic One immediately puts his right arm under the Briton's chin, then the left hand on the back of Ryan's head. MD throws his legs out from under himself, falling onto his stomach and dragging the Chief Batmanite down with him before the two men land on the canvas amidst a nearly unanimous cheer from the crowd.
"DEATH METAL! DEATH METAL! IT'S OVER! METAL DRAGON IS GONNA PULL IT OFF!"
"Unbelievable!"
As the cheers continue, Dragon simply lies in the position he is in, only having to wait a moment for the referee to begin counting. Smarky Smark, however, is able to grab his friend's foot and pull his leg totally straight, getting it under the rope.
1...
"HIS FOOT'S UNDER THE ROPE!"
2...
The ref turns to see Hughes's foot indeed under the bottom rope, then stops the count and points at that very foot. An amount of booing equaling the cheers heard upon delivery of the Death Metal begins, and rightfully so. MD sits on his knees and glares at Smarky Smark, calmly saying only one thing to the nerdy manager.
"You're just digging yourself into a deeper hole."
TBC Ryan (or end of match if he decides not to post again)
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