.:The Bout of the Century:.

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[Tyler Angel]

YO! YO! YO!

The sound of DM Vasher not only draws boos but causes the arena lights to flicker before they change to black and white. The lights that were once flickering in a breathtaking display, change back to normal and then back again. The cycle continues as the ring leader, DM Vasher makes his way from behind the curtains with two ladies that are half dressed. The ladies dance by his side, "Yo Yo Yo" still blasting, behind a beat on the P.A. system. The lady on his right hands him the microphone and the lady on the left begins lifting up her shirt. The men in the front row, hope to get flashed but the striptease stops as the women dance to the back and through the curtains.

-:Charlie Coors:- And the opponent, from Nashville Tennessee, weighing in at 220 pounds, D-M Vasher!

The grooving and the shaking begins at the ramp as Vasher moves the mic to his mouth. He places his free hand on his crotch and hops on his toes up and down, trying to mimic a rap performer.

-:DM Vasher-: Yo! Yo! Yo! Summer Ritual! Biggest Party of Da Summer Times Yeah! Shit, ya all know da only reason yaw here is cuz I got's a title match! HA Ha!

Yo check dis out fam. I been workin on my album, it's gonna hit GHW stores soon, but since I'm a swell dude I'm gonna freestyle something for yaw!

Yo DJ! Spin Nat!

A loud instrumental beat begins blasting on the P.A. system. Vasher, still gripping his crotch, brings the mic down to a middle level so that it points at the ring at Acton who is not in the mood for a rapper. Acton leans on the ropes and invites Vasher in the ring.

Yo! My Name Be D-M Vasher
I'm Bigger Than A Jedi
Something Like Yoda!
I'm ya God Dam Master!

My Punches, My Kicks,
Yeah They Feel Like Ya Got Bit By An Alligator,
Guess Thats Why, Um,
I'm Fighting Someone Who Should Be On A Respirator!

Ma Man Is So Old,
His Gray Hair, Is Silver and His Body Looks Sick,
But Acton, Let Me Tell You A Little Something,
You Ain't Never To Old To Get On Ya Knees and Suck My D*ck!

I'm Bigger Den Rick James!
But I'll Still Slap You Like A Bitch!
I Would Do The Same To Ya Woman,
But You Ain't Got One!

Your A Fifty Five Year Old Virgin,
Your Never Gonna Get Some!
Your A British Nun,
So Here's A Message From Big G: Ya Never Gonna Get None!

And It's Time For This Soon To Be, Charging Glory Champ,
To Stop A Mudhole In This Charging Glory Chump,
And When I''m Celebratin,
His Boozed Up Daughter Will Let Me, HUMP! HUMP! HUMP!

But It's Not Her Fault She's A Slut, Hore, A Hoe!
Her Dad Is Just An Old, Below Average Joe!

The beat suddenly drops, and fans in a pickle, not knowing whether to cheer or figure out which one they hate the must, stand in a silence. They find out the right choice when Vasher heads down the ramp and gives the fans in the front row. complimentary middle fingers.

-:Fuzz:- Well I'll have to admit, his rhymes got better than last time but I'm still not buying his album and he's still an asshole!

-:Al-: Oh come on, Vasher's just having a little fun!

Desmond removes his white T- and tosses it into the crowd before hoping onto the ring apron. He takes a moment to survey the crowd and then stare down his furious opponent before entering the ring through the middle and top rope. Vasher finds himself backing into a corner due to Ken Acton charging past the ref showing his speed has not diminished through time as he pelts Desmond with a series of lefts and rights. The ref manages to pull Acton off and after he calls for the bell, Vasher slides down and out of the ring taking a 20 second time out!

TBC

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Ken follows Desmond out of the ring, quickly approaching from behind, he then punches Vasher in the kidneys repeatedly, and clubs him over the back. Ken grabs DM by the shoulder and the waist of his jeans; he then uses leverage to drive Vasher forward and sends him crashing face first into the steel steps. The referee has reached a count of six now, and Ken has taken notice of his surroundings, he quickly picks Vasher up by the hair and walks him over to the ring tossing him under the bottom rope in the process. Ken rolls in to find that Vasher has risen to his feet, and before long Ken is having his back and shoulders stomp on by DM. Desmond then dose some crazy theatrics, and falls down on Ken driving the point of his elbow into Ken's spin. Ken writhes in pain, while DM rolls him over flat onto his back; Vasher then lies flat on Ken’s chest and hooks his leg. The ref reaches a count of two before Ken powers out.

|Fuzz [Enthusiastically]|
I think this is going to be one of the most close contested matched in GHW history.

|Big Al [Reprimanding Tone]|
You’re wrong, both of these men came her to win the Charging Glory Title, and neither of them likes a long dragged out fight. Whoever wins this one, is going to make his victory short and decisive.

With Ken lying face down on the mat, Desmond grabs hold of the shin of Kens left leg. He then wraps both his legs around it, and twists hyper-extending the knee, executing a Cross knee-lock. Ken let’s out a horrible scream, and desperately reaches out in all directions for the bottom ring rope. Desmond continues to wrench back, and Ken tries everything he knows to break free, but to no avail. Desmond finally breaks the hold himself, and stands to his feet, he waits methodically as Ken brings himself to a knee, Desmond then backs into the ring ropes, bounces off of them and charges at Ken. With lightning fast speed Ken rises to his feet throws a hay-maker at his charging opponent, Desmond stagers back and Ken charges at him, lowers his head and then, drives the top of it into the DM’s abdomen connecting with a Battering Ram Head-butt. After flying across the ring Vasher lands on his back winded, Ken approaches his grounded opponent and lifts him by his short hair. Ken applies a Front face-lock with one arm and under-hooks one of the Desmond s' arms with his other, placing his hand palm down on his back. Ken then lifts the opponent up while bridging back-wards and slightly twisting, bringing DM over him and onto his back. Ken bridges his back and legs to hold the DM's shoulders against the mat. The Ref starts to count.

|Big Al[Ecstatically]|
It takes so much skill to execute a move that well, in fact I know many guys on the roster who would have botched that move, but not these Fighty fighty persons. The show of technical skill that is being put on here by these two is absolutely amazing, I’m impressed.

|Fuzz[Agreeing With Al]|
You’re right, but whats more is the showing of power That I’m seeing, it’s crazy. Here is the kick out by DM Vasher!

|TBC|

Key

• Fighty fighty persons- Silver
  
• Big Al- Beige
  
• Fuzz- Teal
  

[Tyler Angel]

Lawrence lifts Vasher once again by his hair, bringing the cocky young superstar to his feet before grabbing onto his shoulder with one hand and in between his legs and onto his back with the other. Ken then lifts Vasher up into the air and upside down before dumping him onto the canvas back first with the textbook body slam. The classical Fighty fighty person, 'Pretty' Ken Lawrence the bounces off the ropes before leaping a few feet into the air. Lawrence comes crashing down with his leg across the throat of Vasher executing the textbook legdrop. Lawrence rolls over onto Vasher and hooks his left leg for the pin. 1.2!

As soon as the referee lifts his hand up from the second count Desmond is able to get a shoulder up. Lawrence leans up off the loud mouthed rookie and takes a deep breath before placing his hand on his hip and rising to his feet. Ken grips Vasher by his head and lifts him back to his feet once again and presses him backward and into the nearby corner. Ken pulls his hand while turning it backwards as far as he can before forcing it forward and slapping it hard against Vasher's chest. His wife beater barely protecting him from the stiff, vile chop.

Acton then grabs onto Vasher's arm and shoulder before stepping backwards and to the side, using his strength to whip him across the ring. Vasher's back bangs against the turnbuckles in the corner and the impact causes him to stumble out of the corner. Acton charges him with above average speed and extends his arm out only to have the cocky, undefeated Vasher duck it. Vasher grabs locks his wrists around Acton's waist and pushes him chest first into the corner before stepping back and pulling him to him as he drops down to the canvas. Desmond places his arm in between Acton's legs and grabs and rolls him up placing his shoulders, neck and head onto the canvas. Vasher leans up and without the ref suspecting, places his feet on the nearby ropes for added leverage. The ref makes the count, 1.2!

Just before the ref makes the third count he looks up and catches Vasher's feet on the middle rope. He walks over and pulls them down and yells at Vasher who yells back not paying to Acton who begins regrouping.

Fuzz: Just like Vasher trying to screw someone out of a match! Where this guy got his character from I'll never know! Hell, guess no one told him cheaters never prosper, the ref saw that one the whole way!

Al: Come on Fuzz, its not not cheating if your doing what you need to do to survive. You'd bend the rules to if someone was trying to knock you out!

Vasher lifts Acton whom was sitting on his knees, back upto his feet and pushes him against the ropes. He grabs his arm and shoulder, sidesteps, and tries to throw him across the ring but at the last moment, Acton turns and Irish Whip's Vasher himself. Desmond bounces off the ropes and into a ready and waiting British Technical Specimen who lowers his shoulder and drives it into his sternum with the shoulder tackle.

From there Acton takes the opportunity to keep his attack sequence going as he runs towards the ropes and bounces off them. Vasher, turns over on his chest causing Acton to leap over him and charge to the next set of ropes. When Acton bounces off the second ropes he is met by an airborne DMV who plants the soles of his sneakers into his chest with the standing drop kick. Acton drops to the canvas and now feeling a bit winded, rolls out of the ring and takes a much needed breather.

Acton with his back turned to the action, finally lifts his head up and pats himself on the back while Vasher leans on the ropes before bouncing off and charging at him. DMV leaps through the middle rope and out of the ring at Acton who sidesteps the suicide dive and grabs onto Desmond shoulder causing him to turn in mid air and crash down on the concrete in an awkward manner. Acton gets up from his knees and removes some sweat from his forehead, takes a deep breath, adjusts his tights, rubs his chin and lifts a now hurting Vasher up to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Instead of just sliding through, Acton hops onto the ring apron, wipes his feet on the side, and re-enters the ring through the middle and top rope. Acton stands over Vasher and with his foot, rolls him over onto his back before dropping down and hooking his leg.

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Big Al [Serious Tone]|
“And another kick out by DMV, this match is showing why he has remained undefeated for the last three weeks. He has this uncanny ability to kick out of the worst situation, but tonight his is truly being tested.”

Ken stands, and he is absolutely livid at the fact that DM has kicked out of his pin. Vasher rolls onto his stomach and rises himself to a knee, while Ken circles him and stolidly approaches from behind. Ken raises his arm, and brings the blunt of his hand down, smacking his opponent in the back of the head. “Come on you bloody sod, get up! “ Ken shouts. “Don’t you have any Steele? Get up!” Ken grabs DMV by his hair and picks him up from the mat; he balls up his fist and begins to pelt Desmond in the face. He strikes him with a right punch to the solar plexus, then a hook to the jaw, Desmond’s legs buckle and his feet falter, Ken cocks back, and throws a wild haymaker. Desmond takes advantage of the telegraph, ducks the punch, and quickly applies a front facelock and falls backwards forceing Ken to fall forward onto his head, connecting with the Impaler DDT

|Fuzz [In Shock]|
“Just when you think it’s over, a big move like that, and the whole thing turns around! Desmond can be so danm cocky at times, but boy is he talented! That sick impact from the DDT has just put him an mile closer to the Charging Glory title!”

|Big Al [Mild Tone]|
“Couldn’t agree more, the kid’s got a future, and I don’t care if he dose shoot of at the mouth, as long as gets it done in the ring.”

DM Vasher exhausted, drops to the mat and rolls the semi-conscious Ken Acton onto his back, he then lies across him, hooking his legs into a pin. Ken ever aware of his surroundings, outstretches his arm, and places it onto the bottom rope. The referee breaks his count at two; Desmond stands up and kicks the ring rope, he is taken aback by the endurance of 50-year-old man. He grabs Ken by the ankle and drags him to the center of the ring; he then places Ken’s leg, which is at the current moment a limp piece of flesh, onto the mat. At this point DM leaps into the air coming down knee first onto Ken’s ankle, Acton writhes in pain, but the brutality doesn’t end there, DMV begins to stomp on Kens hands, elbows, and knees. He takes into full account that Ken is old and has had problem with his joints in the past; he devises a simple yet effective plan to end the match. After a few moments of jarringly picking at small parts of Kens body Vasher is ready to close. He steps between his opponent's legs and wraps them around one of his own. Holding Ken's legs in place, Desmond then steps over him, flipping him over into a prone position. Finally, DMV leans back to compress the legs, executing a devistating Sharpshooter.

|Big Al [ Chuckleing Sllightly ]|
You gotta love this, Vasher, with the ring smarts of a true veteran, has pick his spots and now is going in for the kill. Most Fighty fighty persons his age would have gotten ahead of themselves after executing a big move and taking some momentum, but he took his time and set himself up. He is know only a tap away from winning the matchup.

|Fuzz [In Contrast]|
Well I wouldn’t count Ken Acton out just yet, winning the match has proven difficult, as both of these men have some serious grit and endurance. I wouldn’t be surprised to see Acton maneuver his way out of this one.

Ken is literally crying out in pain, as a tear can be seen screaming down his face, along with numerous beads of sweat, and a small trickle of blood. Ken is now reaching out in all directions for the ropes, and grabbing handfuls of his own hair in an effort not to forfeit the match. The crowd begins to chant “We want more, we want more!” their uproar can be heard all throughout the arena, as they chant, stomp their feet, and clap their hands. At this moment time almost stands still and the feeling in the place is one of electricity. In this moment of his lowest desperation, and greatest gratitude Acton’s reserves kick in, a brief adrenalin rush occurs and with the superhuman like power of ten individuals Ken kicks his legs and sends Vasher flying a few feet across the ring. DM lies for a moment on the mat he sits there in total disbelief, he can’t believe how close it was. He gathers his self though, and quickly scrambles to his feet. He notices that his opponent is still grounded, yet strangely he dose not rush in, he bides his time, and backs into a corner. As Ken stolidly makes it to a knee, Vasher stalks him and continues to bide his time, Ken is now kneeling, and steadily he is making his way to his feet. Vasher prepares to pounce, as Acton finally makes to his feet, Vasher explodes out of the corner with incredible velocity and puts himself onto a full collision course with Ken. Meanwhile Acton’s knees begin to buckle, and he stumbles slightly and falls to a knee, Vasher leaps from his feet and drives the full force of his weight into Kens’ head. Acton’s neck snaps back ferociously and the greater part of his cranium smacks into the canvas. DM cuts through Ken like butter and waste now time making his way to the top rope, A strident chorus of boos can be heard all through out the arena as Vasher realizing that he is in a position of dominance, begins to showboat.

|Fuzz [Extremely Displeased]|
What the hell is he doing, he is one move away from being the second biggest piece of cheese in all of GHW and instead of capitalizing he showboats! Maybe you can make some since of this, cause to be frank, I’m lost.

|Big Al [Reprimanding Tone]|
First of all “The Second Biggest Piece Of Cheese in GHW” what the hell Collin? Secondly you’re totally right, I’m all for having fun, but this just ain’t the time. You don’t get this close to having a title around your waist, just to do some theatrics on the tope rope while your opponent is in prime position for the kill shot, this isn’t very smart at all.

Several moments later Desmond wipes some sweat from his brow, as he finishes his dance. He then takes a deep breath and prepares to jump. He binds his knees, extends his arms and leaps from the top rope, stretching out to a horizontal position, and bringing his feet and hands inward and outward attempting a Frog Splash. He is about a meter and a half away from the ground, before Ken Acton slightly rolls causing DMV to land only inches off target, as he lands face first onto the canvas. Ken is bleeding buckets out of his nose and mouth, from the blow he suffered erlier, and is extremly exausted. But somehow he finds the strength to roll DM over, and get an arm over his chest. The ref Begins to count.

|Fuzz[Exuberant]|
Only on GHW Pay Per Veiw will you see something that amazing folks! As you can hear, the fans are out of controle, they are witnessing one of the greatest matches in history here tonight.

|Big Al [Extatic]|
He is 2 seconds away!

TBC

|Key|

• Silver- The Fighty fighty persons & The Arena
  
• Teal- "Fuzz" Collin Jennings
  
• Beige- "Big" Al Mulligan
  
  
  OOC: Sorry I was not more prompt I was really boog down this week by school work. I apologize for my grammer and any words that are not spelled correctly, the spell check function in Microsoft word would not work correctly.