Post by Ryan Hughes on Sept 6, 2011 12:35:22 GMT -5
The two battle weary warriors are still fighting tooth and nail, giving eachother stiff forearms to the jaw, each hoping that their shot would be the one to floor the other. The obligatory "YAY! BOO!" spectrum of clashing cheers comes in to play, with the crowd getting behind every strike that Shawn Dreamer lands on the man from across the pond. Maybe it was the added help of the GHW faithful, or maybe he just has more in the tank, but Shawn manages to get the advantage over the wily Brit, and soon after he begins to pummel Ryan with continuous left forearms as the Mancunian backs up against the ropes. Eventually, the official pulls the Legion member away from the cowering Batman much to the dismay of the fans in the GHW Arena. Shawn rolls his eyes back, before running at Hughes again. This time, Ryan is aware of the impending force about to drive itself upon him, and he slithers out of the way, causing Shawn to tangle himself in the ropes. Hughes smirks as he spins around on his heel, and moves towards his adversary. Now it's Dreamer's turn to go on the defensive, as he instinctively cocks back his elbow, catching the approaching FBI man in the stomach. The delay gives the Floridian enough time to adjust in the ropes, sliding both his legs through the middle ropes so the cable can act as a pivot. And act as a pivot it does, with Dreamer pulling back on the ropes and stiffening up, which launches his feet in to the air and against Ryan's temple. The resulting impact leaves Hughes dizzy, and the Englishman collapses to the floor in a daze.
"What a kick! Pure inspiration from Dreamer!"
"Inspiration doesn't win you matches, consistancy does. I'm afraid to say even I think Shawn could pull this off- he's been on fire since the bell rang!"
Shawn lets himself drop, his legs involutarily sliding back through the ropes and in to the ring. He looks over at the out-of-it Hughes, sensing that he may have just knocked his lights out. Snapping back to reality, Dreamer quickly clambers over to the Batman, flopping his dead weight carcass over, before hooking the leg. Unfortunately for the Hardcore Prince, a disturbance on the outside of the ring is enough to turn the referee's attention. On the ring apron, two people are busy shouting insults at the official, and generally being a nuisance. Those two people are none other than Corrin Cobain, and his extremely tanned groupie Keeley. Meanwhile, Shawn is oblivious to the matter, nodding his head as he executes an imaginary three count in his desperation. After five seconds or so, the tag champion looks to see what the hell is going on, only to find Cobain and Keeley on the ring apron. Dreamer gets to his feet as Ryan rolls aside, shouting back at the couple on the apron, warning them to get out of here. Unbeknownst to either Shawn or the referee however, another man, this one hooded, crawls out from under the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He quickly reaches his target, spinning the Legion fighter around before giving his a swift kick to the guts. As Shawn doubles over, the man hooks both of his arms in with Shawns, before locking them together and falling back to the canvas, planting his prey with a Double Underhook DDT. Just as quickly as he arrived, the man rolls out of the ring and crouches out of sight.
"What the hell was that?!"
"Whoever it was just stuck Dreamer with a DDT! The match is Ryan's for the taking!"
At this point, Hughes is on one knee, with a grin of surprise that could rival that of a Chesire Cat. He signals over to Corrin and Keeley, telling them to stand down. They do so, and the referee returns to the match, albeit confused over the state of Shawn Dreamer. Not wanting to take his time, Ryan roughly pulls Shawn to his feet, before scooping the Floridian on to his shoulder. Giving one last grin to the camera in front of him, he jumps, and lands in a sitting position, causing more head trauma for the Hardcore Prince with that WTG. The fans continue to boo, but the Mancunian doesn't care one bit as he hooks the leg of his opponent, getting the three count he wanted so badly. Ryan gets to his feet as the bell chimes, and Alice In Chains' "Would?" hits the speakers to signal his victory. Outside the ring, Charlie Coors makes the announcement that nobody wanted to hear tonight.
"Here is your winner, Ryan Hughes!"
As Layne Staley's voice rings through the arena, Ryan's arm is raised by the match official as Corrin Cobain and Keeley both enter the ring to congratulate their fellow Brit. As soon as the hugs and kisses are dealt with, Hughes looks to the rampway, noticing the hooded man backing up the ramp slowly. Ryan leans on the turnbuckle, staring right at the man, who stops in his tracks. After a tense moment, the man slowly removes his hood. The reaction of the crowd is enough to gauge the surprise of the man behind the hood. Freddie McGavin is the man who gave Ryan the match victory.
"Freddie McGavin?! What the hell?"
"That's one way to make a name for yourself! Wow!"
"What a slimy bastard!"
The Londoner keeps eye contact with Hughes, who is now laughing at the turnbuckle. The fans cannot believe that the man they liked so much, the man they took to their hearts on GHW Live, is now the man who has pledged allegiance to the Fucking British Invasion. Freddie gives a mock salute to the Mancunian Mastadon, before winking at him, and walking away; all to the shock of the GHW Universe.
EOT
"What a kick! Pure inspiration from Dreamer!"
"Inspiration doesn't win you matches, consistancy does. I'm afraid to say even I think Shawn could pull this off- he's been on fire since the bell rang!"
Shawn lets himself drop, his legs involutarily sliding back through the ropes and in to the ring. He looks over at the out-of-it Hughes, sensing that he may have just knocked his lights out. Snapping back to reality, Dreamer quickly clambers over to the Batman, flopping his dead weight carcass over, before hooking the leg. Unfortunately for the Hardcore Prince, a disturbance on the outside of the ring is enough to turn the referee's attention. On the ring apron, two people are busy shouting insults at the official, and generally being a nuisance. Those two people are none other than Corrin Cobain, and his extremely tanned groupie Keeley. Meanwhile, Shawn is oblivious to the matter, nodding his head as he executes an imaginary three count in his desperation. After five seconds or so, the tag champion looks to see what the hell is going on, only to find Cobain and Keeley on the ring apron. Dreamer gets to his feet as Ryan rolls aside, shouting back at the couple on the apron, warning them to get out of here. Unbeknownst to either Shawn or the referee however, another man, this one hooded, crawls out from under the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He quickly reaches his target, spinning the Legion fighter around before giving his a swift kick to the guts. As Shawn doubles over, the man hooks both of his arms in with Shawns, before locking them together and falling back to the canvas, planting his prey with a Double Underhook DDT. Just as quickly as he arrived, the man rolls out of the ring and crouches out of sight.
"What the hell was that?!"
"Whoever it was just stuck Dreamer with a DDT! The match is Ryan's for the taking!"
At this point, Hughes is on one knee, with a grin of surprise that could rival that of a Chesire Cat. He signals over to Corrin and Keeley, telling them to stand down. They do so, and the referee returns to the match, albeit confused over the state of Shawn Dreamer. Not wanting to take his time, Ryan roughly pulls Shawn to his feet, before scooping the Floridian on to his shoulder. Giving one last grin to the camera in front of him, he jumps, and lands in a sitting position, causing more head trauma for the Hardcore Prince with that WTG. The fans continue to boo, but the Mancunian doesn't care one bit as he hooks the leg of his opponent, getting the three count he wanted so badly. Ryan gets to his feet as the bell chimes, and Alice In Chains' "Would?" hits the speakers to signal his victory. Outside the ring, Charlie Coors makes the announcement that nobody wanted to hear tonight.
"Here is your winner, Ryan Hughes!"
As Layne Staley's voice rings through the arena, Ryan's arm is raised by the match official as Corrin Cobain and Keeley both enter the ring to congratulate their fellow Brit. As soon as the hugs and kisses are dealt with, Hughes looks to the rampway, noticing the hooded man backing up the ramp slowly. Ryan leans on the turnbuckle, staring right at the man, who stops in his tracks. After a tense moment, the man slowly removes his hood. The reaction of the crowd is enough to gauge the surprise of the man behind the hood. Freddie McGavin is the man who gave Ryan the match victory.
"Freddie McGavin?! What the hell?"
"That's one way to make a name for yourself! Wow!"
"What a slimy bastard!"
The Londoner keeps eye contact with Hughes, who is now laughing at the turnbuckle. The fans cannot believe that the man they liked so much, the man they took to their hearts on GHW Live, is now the man who has pledged allegiance to the Fucking British Invasion. Freddie gives a mock salute to the Mancunian Mastadon, before winking at him, and walking away; all to the shock of the GHW Universe.
EOT
