Post by Ryan Hughes on May 31, 2010 7:45:18 GMT -5
“Ladies and gentlemen, WELCOME TO GHW LIVE!”
The exclamation from Colin Jennings signifies that time of the fortnight, the time when we see the true meaning of the exhibition match. The lights dance around the packed in arena, capturing the gaze of many a fan. The introductory music continues to play, as the camera scans over the sea of GHW diehards, picking up signs such as “KING BATMANITE” and “I AM SANTO MASCERAS!” as well as cruder ones which are basically aimed at Wolverina, the poor girl. Anyway, the crowd continues to whoop and scream in order to get noticed, making the job for the men in the commentary booth ever so slightly harder. Either way, the camera feed switches to their happy faces, and they address the viewers at home.
“Welcome to the first “LIVE!” after possibly one of the GREATEST NeXuS events in history!”
“That is was Colin. And I couldn’t be happier with how things turned out. The Circus still holds the tag and KotDM belts, and a new ‘New Age’ Champion has been crowned!”
“Don’t worry, he will address us momentarily, so we won’t spoil it for you. Meanwhile, here’s Charlie Coors.”
Coors is smiling away in the centre of the ring, with a microphone in hand. After tapping the top of the mic to see if there is any sound coming out, he licks his lips before speaking.
“Ladies and gentlemen. Last Sunday saw twelve men risk their lives in the three tiers of terror known as the NeXuS DeathMatch. One man walked out, and without any further ado, please welcome the GHW NEW AGE CHAMPION OF THE WORLD... RYAN! HUGHES!”
The crowd begin to hype themselves up, jumping in their seats like little bundles of energy about to blow. As soon as Ozzy Osbourne’s “Tomorrow” busts through the speakers, they begin to scream and holler, almost forgetting that this is the man who taunts the fans week in, week out. When Ryan Hughes slowly walks out on to the stage however, the cheers turn ever so subtly in to boos, which makes the Batman smile. He is kitted out in a black Armani suit, looking very dapper indeed. The New Age Championship he fought so hard to win two nights ago hangs proudly on the right shoulder of the Mancunian, who props the belt up every now and again to let it shine in the light, whilst the 2010 NeXuS Trophy gleams under his arm. Happy with the reception he is getting, he limps on.
“As much as I detest this man, you cannot deny that this man is full of heart.”
“Damn straight, Ryan fought through ELEVEN other men, lost a lot of blood, and took a hell of a lot of bumps to get that belt. It’s just fitting that he locked the Batman Lock on the slimy little border hopper Masceras.”
“Either way, we have a new champion, and for the fourth time, someone outside of America won NeXuS.”
“And they said Obama would bring change...”
Ryan takes his time walking up the steel steps, each clang reminding him of last Sunday, when he clanged against steel, time after time. Wincing as he reaches the top, he beckons Coors over to him, in order the open up the ropes slightly. Hughes steps on to the canvas, looking around at the fans in attendance, before calling for a mic. Charlie obliges, handing him his own for the time being. After setting the trophy by the turnbuckle, he speaks.
“I am the king of the hill.”
The fans begin to boo as soon as the sentence has been completed. Ryan takes some time, waiting for the crowd to die down before speaking again.
“Two nights ago, I went to Hell and back. I put my body on the line against eleven other men. I lost blood, I emitted sweat, and I shed tears, and when the dust settled, when the crowds were gone, I emerged as your champion. Last Sunday was probably the hardest match of my career, which isn’t saying much, seeing as the so-called biggest triumph was against a has-been for the tag team championships in EVPW. I would not call that a triumph.”
“The French Revolution was a triumph. The Holocaust was a triumph. September the 11th was a triumph- DAMN RIGHT IT WAS!”
The last statement caused the fans to spark in to a fury. Hughes knows that is a very touchy subject for Americans, but right now, he doesn’t care. He stands there as fans begin to throw their plastic cups and their half eaten hot dogs in to the ring. Amidst the chaos, he continues.
“These were all triumphs, but the biggest triumph of all is that Ryan Hughes mastered the NeXuS Deathmatch, and Ryan Hughes got back what was rightfully his in the first place, and that is the New Age Championship. I managed to do something that only three before me have done. And on top of that, I defeated Matt Oliveira and Ryu Kenamora, the winners of the only Deathmatches that ever meant anything to anyone. By process of elimination, that must make me the greatest Fighty fighty person that ever lived!”
“But this poses a problem. From this day on, I am a walking target. You may as well paint a bullseye on the back of my suit...wait- I already have.”
Ryan removes his blazer, revealing the back of his silk shirt, which is emblazoned with a bullseye.
“Consider that a ‘fuck you’. A ‘fuck you’ to all the men and women who wish they were in my position, when they are jerking curtains for a living. A ‘fuck you’ to the third world countries, who can’t catch a break, hoping that America and England will soon fall. Consider this a ‘fuck you’ to everyone in the back, watching this on the little monitors on the wall. No, let’s be more specific.”
“Fuck you Santiago! Fuck you Desperado! Fuck you Santo Masceras! Fuck you Psychotic Circus! Fuck you Skull! Fuck you Pyro! Fuck you Brian Breme! Fuck the whole GHW roster!”
Not wanting to stop now, he hops out of the ring, walking around the ring perimeter, pointing at random fans as he speaks.
“Woman with a child, fuck you! Fat dude with a cheeseburger, fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you, sir! Fuck you, madam! Fuck you! Fuck you! FUCK EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU!”
Hughes rolls back in to the ring amidst the worst heat any man could receive. Eye’s still twitching, he slaps himself across the face, and begins to breathe slowly.
“*huff* I think...*huff*... you get my point.”
“I don’t care who tries to step up. I will slap you back down in to the gutter. I don’t care whether I like you or I dislike you. I will smite you all. No one can be trusted anymore. No exceptions. “
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following broadcast was brought to you by your GLORY AND HONOR WRESTLING NEW AGE CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOOOOORLD... RYAN HUGHES!“
Ryan slams the mic down, and props his title up once more as “Tomorrow” begins on the speakers. Smiling at the utter chao he has caused, he leaves the ring, and limps up the ramp.
“I feel ashamed that this- THIS is the guy who is leading our company.”
“I’m not. A champion that FINALLY speaks his mind! This is brilliant!”
“Anyway, our first match is up next, so stay tuned!”
EOT, Comments Appreciated.
The exclamation from Colin Jennings signifies that time of the fortnight, the time when we see the true meaning of the exhibition match. The lights dance around the packed in arena, capturing the gaze of many a fan. The introductory music continues to play, as the camera scans over the sea of GHW diehards, picking up signs such as “KING BATMANITE” and “I AM SANTO MASCERAS!” as well as cruder ones which are basically aimed at Wolverina, the poor girl. Anyway, the crowd continues to whoop and scream in order to get noticed, making the job for the men in the commentary booth ever so slightly harder. Either way, the camera feed switches to their happy faces, and they address the viewers at home.
“Welcome to the first “LIVE!” after possibly one of the GREATEST NeXuS events in history!”
“That is was Colin. And I couldn’t be happier with how things turned out. The Circus still holds the tag and KotDM belts, and a new ‘New Age’ Champion has been crowned!”
“Don’t worry, he will address us momentarily, so we won’t spoil it for you. Meanwhile, here’s Charlie Coors.”
Coors is smiling away in the centre of the ring, with a microphone in hand. After tapping the top of the mic to see if there is any sound coming out, he licks his lips before speaking.
“Ladies and gentlemen. Last Sunday saw twelve men risk their lives in the three tiers of terror known as the NeXuS DeathMatch. One man walked out, and without any further ado, please welcome the GHW NEW AGE CHAMPION OF THE WORLD... RYAN! HUGHES!”
The crowd begin to hype themselves up, jumping in their seats like little bundles of energy about to blow. As soon as Ozzy Osbourne’s “Tomorrow” busts through the speakers, they begin to scream and holler, almost forgetting that this is the man who taunts the fans week in, week out. When Ryan Hughes slowly walks out on to the stage however, the cheers turn ever so subtly in to boos, which makes the Batman smile. He is kitted out in a black Armani suit, looking very dapper indeed. The New Age Championship he fought so hard to win two nights ago hangs proudly on the right shoulder of the Mancunian, who props the belt up every now and again to let it shine in the light, whilst the 2010 NeXuS Trophy gleams under his arm. Happy with the reception he is getting, he limps on.
“As much as I detest this man, you cannot deny that this man is full of heart.”
“Damn straight, Ryan fought through ELEVEN other men, lost a lot of blood, and took a hell of a lot of bumps to get that belt. It’s just fitting that he locked the Batman Lock on the slimy little border hopper Masceras.”
“Either way, we have a new champion, and for the fourth time, someone outside of America won NeXuS.”
“And they said Obama would bring change...”
Ryan takes his time walking up the steel steps, each clang reminding him of last Sunday, when he clanged against steel, time after time. Wincing as he reaches the top, he beckons Coors over to him, in order the open up the ropes slightly. Hughes steps on to the canvas, looking around at the fans in attendance, before calling for a mic. Charlie obliges, handing him his own for the time being. After setting the trophy by the turnbuckle, he speaks.
“I am the king of the hill.”
The fans begin to boo as soon as the sentence has been completed. Ryan takes some time, waiting for the crowd to die down before speaking again.
“Two nights ago, I went to Hell and back. I put my body on the line against eleven other men. I lost blood, I emitted sweat, and I shed tears, and when the dust settled, when the crowds were gone, I emerged as your champion. Last Sunday was probably the hardest match of my career, which isn’t saying much, seeing as the so-called biggest triumph was against a has-been for the tag team championships in EVPW. I would not call that a triumph.”
“The French Revolution was a triumph. The Holocaust was a triumph. September the 11th was a triumph- DAMN RIGHT IT WAS!”
The last statement caused the fans to spark in to a fury. Hughes knows that is a very touchy subject for Americans, but right now, he doesn’t care. He stands there as fans begin to throw their plastic cups and their half eaten hot dogs in to the ring. Amidst the chaos, he continues.
“These were all triumphs, but the biggest triumph of all is that Ryan Hughes mastered the NeXuS Deathmatch, and Ryan Hughes got back what was rightfully his in the first place, and that is the New Age Championship. I managed to do something that only three before me have done. And on top of that, I defeated Matt Oliveira and Ryu Kenamora, the winners of the only Deathmatches that ever meant anything to anyone. By process of elimination, that must make me the greatest Fighty fighty person that ever lived!”
“But this poses a problem. From this day on, I am a walking target. You may as well paint a bullseye on the back of my suit...wait- I already have.”
Ryan removes his blazer, revealing the back of his silk shirt, which is emblazoned with a bullseye.
“Consider that a ‘fuck you’. A ‘fuck you’ to all the men and women who wish they were in my position, when they are jerking curtains for a living. A ‘fuck you’ to the third world countries, who can’t catch a break, hoping that America and England will soon fall. Consider this a ‘fuck you’ to everyone in the back, watching this on the little monitors on the wall. No, let’s be more specific.”
“Fuck you Santiago! Fuck you Desperado! Fuck you Santo Masceras! Fuck you Psychotic Circus! Fuck you Skull! Fuck you Pyro! Fuck you Brian Breme! Fuck the whole GHW roster!”
Not wanting to stop now, he hops out of the ring, walking around the ring perimeter, pointing at random fans as he speaks.
“Woman with a child, fuck you! Fat dude with a cheeseburger, fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you, sir! Fuck you, madam! Fuck you! Fuck you! FUCK EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU!”
Hughes rolls back in to the ring amidst the worst heat any man could receive. Eye’s still twitching, he slaps himself across the face, and begins to breathe slowly.
“*huff* I think...*huff*... you get my point.”
“I don’t care who tries to step up. I will slap you back down in to the gutter. I don’t care whether I like you or I dislike you. I will smite you all. No one can be trusted anymore. No exceptions. “
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following broadcast was brought to you by your GLORY AND HONOR WRESTLING NEW AGE CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOOOOORLD... RYAN HUGHES!“
Ryan slams the mic down, and props his title up once more as “Tomorrow” begins on the speakers. Smiling at the utter chao he has caused, he leaves the ring, and limps up the ramp.
“I feel ashamed that this- THIS is the guy who is leading our company.”
“I’m not. A champion that FINALLY speaks his mind! This is brilliant!”
“Anyway, our first match is up next, so stay tuned!”
EOT, Comments Appreciated.