Post by Ryan Hughes on Dec 21, 2009 15:36:40 GMT -5
Blood Runs Cold has almost ran it's course, but not without its fair share of action. There is no need for the stagehands to rush as they remove the wreckage from the Chamber of Horrors match, seeing as the centerpiece of the event is to be held somewhere else. The fans continue to roar in appreciation of the efforts put on by their heroes, and their villains. Speaking of villains, the main event has been organised by one, and an English one at that. The last of the wreckage is removed, and now the show must go on.
“And so another great night is about to come to an end, but not without one last treat for you all!”
“Yeah, I had a look at the setup for the following match, and it is pretty damn awesome. Ryan Hughes is a freakin' genius.”
“So much of a genius, that this match has been staged TWICE before, and was never pulled off due to politics.”
In the ring, a smartly dressed Charlie Coors holds a microphone in his hands, beaming a huge smile to the fans in attendance. After licking his dry lips, he raises the mic to his mouth, projecting his voice.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a Mancunian Street Fight for the GHW World Championship!”
The fans pop at this statement, making Charlie pause before continuing when the fans shut up.
“The following match will take place in the mini arena we have set up in the car park.The two combatants will be enclosed in a circle of cars, with hooded fighters in between each one handling melee weapons. The combatants are tied together by a 15 foot long chain. No pinfalls, no DQ, no submission. The person to beat their opponent until they fail to respond to the 10 Count is the winner. Now I invite you to turn your attention to the titantron, as the match is about to commence.”
As the fans crane their heads over to the tron, the big screen flickers in to life. The scene is one of the car park as Coors described, and several hundred lucky fans have packed in to the bleachers erected specifically for this event. They begin to make some noise as they see themselves on the monitors around the vicinity. The noise is soon drowned out by a song. Not an expected song though...
“Blue moon, you saw me standing alone...”
The fans continue to murmur in confusion, wondering which man is responsible for the music being played.
“Without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own...”
After the slow crooning, a a fast drum beat starts to play, and the song- “Blue Moon” by Supra- finally kicks in. The sudden chorus of boos from the GHW faithful signal that the man entering the battlefield first is not their hero, but the man they love to hate, Ryan Hughes. There is something unusual with his appearance tonight. Instead of his usual “Batmanite” jacket and wrestling tights, he is wearing ¾ length baggy jeans, and a light blue shirt, which on closer inspection is a soccer shirt bearing the crest of Ryan's team, Manchester City FC. As he walks past the first camera, the back of his shirt is exposed, bearing the number 1 and the word “Outcast” in white print. As he nears the circle of cars, he grabs the area of the shirt with the Man City crest on, and thrusts it towards the camera in a show of support for his team. A mic is seen in his grasp, so obviously, the time for talking is NOT over.
From the speakers set up in the car park, Charlie Coors can be heard.
“Introducing the challenger, hailing from Manchester, England and weighing in at 241lbs, “The Chief Batmanite”, Ryan Hughes!”
“Well, could this be fourth time lucky for the GHW original?”
“I certainly hope so. The Outlaw has been strutting around EVPW saying that he doesn't care for GHW. What kind of a champion is that? I hope Ryan kicks his Yankee ass!”
“But you're an American too-”
“Don't remind me. I am sickened to be from the same country as him. This is what Barack Obama got us.”
Ryan hops over a car, landing on the cold surface of the warzone. He looks around at his surroundings, acknowledging the hooded men stood glaring at him in between each car. After a deep breath, he stands on one of the car bonnets, towering over the rest of the men in the “iron circle”. After a few seconds, the Chief Batmanite speaks.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, your hero is a fraud.”
The fans boo in disappoval to the Mancunian's words. Despite this, he continues.
“As you know, I work for GHW, and I work for Eagle Vision Pro Wrestling. I am loyal to both organisations. However, my opponent tonight, isn't. And before you dismiss my words, I have evidence. Joey, play that tape.”
By the top of the entrance ramp, a spotty young man inserts a tape in to the visual control panel by the bleachers. As he does, a clip plays on the projector screen showing the Outlaw in an EVPW ring.
Ray White
"The Outlaw? What in the lords name is the GHW World Champion doing here on Wednesday Night Genesis?"
Jimmy Pate
"If I had to have a guess... He's probably sick to death of the way things are being run over there. It's a sinking ship and The Outlaw is moving to greener pastures."
The heavily muscled Darren James continues to move forward, now swiftly planting his feet upon the black steel of the ring steps and up onto the apron. He slides his hand along the top rope and looks to the fans who are still in mixed emotions about his presense. The Outlaw adjusts the position of his title on his shoulder before ducking underneath the top ring rope and entering the ring. The championship belt that rests on his shoulder is the same belt he barely escaped GHW's last PPV with after battling Ryan Hughes to a draw in a brutal match. Darren takes a few steps forward and finds his way to mid ring, looking around before lifting the mic that his rested in his left fist for the last minute or so. As it reaches mouth height The Outlaw's music dies and the man himself steadies, and begins to adress the fans.
The Outlaw
"EVPW... I'm sure alot of you know who I am, and I'm sure alot of you hate me for it. I am indeed the rightfull owner of the GHW World Championship, meaning in all reality. I am not only a Gods and Heretics superstar, but I'm the best they have. This is a fact that is to be changed."
Across the crowd is a wave of murmers, all trying to make sense of the GHW champions words before he can clarify them. The Outlaw looks steadily around before continuing.
The Outlaw
"This fact will change because of one reason. As of tonight... I am no longer a GHW superstar, but am contracted to EVPW. Meaning I am no longer the best the opposition has to offer, but I am the best YOU have to offer."
The fans are instantly swayed, lifting their voices and sending out a booming roar of appreciation towards their newest superstar. The Outlaw can't help but usher a smile as his new home crowd shows him their love, getting to their feet and letting the his name be echoed around the arena.
Ray White
I don't believe it... The GHW Champion has defected to us? The Outlaw is now an EVPW superstar!?
Jimmy Pate
I can hardly believe it too, this is bizzare... But It's very real apparently.
“You see? Answer me this GHW, where is your messiah now? He has pledged his loyalty to EVPW. To be honest, upon hearing this, I thought to myself...why the hell hasn't Mr. Tremblay handed me the GHW belt by now? He has “left” GHW, so why is he STILL our champion? This is the reason this company has gone down the crapper. People like The Outlaw are cancers to this company. If Darren has the guts to drag his sorry ass out here, I will show you all what a true GHW Champion looks like.
And Outlaw, if you don't like it..... BITE ME!”
Ryan slams the mic down hard on to the ground, causing a static to hiss from the speakers. The fans don't care though. Ryan's recent revelation has caused the fans in the car park, as well as the ones in the Kemper Arena, to erupt in to a chant of “FUCK YOU OUTLAW! FUCK YOU OUTLAW!”. The Batman sits on the hood of a Ford Mondeo, aloowing the referee to attach one end of the chain to his wrist whilst waiting idly for his opponent, and “champion”.
TBCJudas Outlaw
“And so another great night is about to come to an end, but not without one last treat for you all!”
“Yeah, I had a look at the setup for the following match, and it is pretty damn awesome. Ryan Hughes is a freakin' genius.”
“So much of a genius, that this match has been staged TWICE before, and was never pulled off due to politics.”
In the ring, a smartly dressed Charlie Coors holds a microphone in his hands, beaming a huge smile to the fans in attendance. After licking his dry lips, he raises the mic to his mouth, projecting his voice.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a Mancunian Street Fight for the GHW World Championship!”
The fans pop at this statement, making Charlie pause before continuing when the fans shut up.
“The following match will take place in the mini arena we have set up in the car park.The two combatants will be enclosed in a circle of cars, with hooded fighters in between each one handling melee weapons. The combatants are tied together by a 15 foot long chain. No pinfalls, no DQ, no submission. The person to beat their opponent until they fail to respond to the 10 Count is the winner. Now I invite you to turn your attention to the titantron, as the match is about to commence.”
As the fans crane their heads over to the tron, the big screen flickers in to life. The scene is one of the car park as Coors described, and several hundred lucky fans have packed in to the bleachers erected specifically for this event. They begin to make some noise as they see themselves on the monitors around the vicinity. The noise is soon drowned out by a song. Not an expected song though...
“Blue moon, you saw me standing alone...”
The fans continue to murmur in confusion, wondering which man is responsible for the music being played.
“Without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own...”
After the slow crooning, a a fast drum beat starts to play, and the song- “Blue Moon” by Supra- finally kicks in. The sudden chorus of boos from the GHW faithful signal that the man entering the battlefield first is not their hero, but the man they love to hate, Ryan Hughes. There is something unusual with his appearance tonight. Instead of his usual “Batmanite” jacket and wrestling tights, he is wearing ¾ length baggy jeans, and a light blue shirt, which on closer inspection is a soccer shirt bearing the crest of Ryan's team, Manchester City FC. As he walks past the first camera, the back of his shirt is exposed, bearing the number 1 and the word “Outcast” in white print. As he nears the circle of cars, he grabs the area of the shirt with the Man City crest on, and thrusts it towards the camera in a show of support for his team. A mic is seen in his grasp, so obviously, the time for talking is NOT over.
From the speakers set up in the car park, Charlie Coors can be heard.
“Introducing the challenger, hailing from Manchester, England and weighing in at 241lbs, “The Chief Batmanite”, Ryan Hughes!”
“Well, could this be fourth time lucky for the GHW original?”
“I certainly hope so. The Outlaw has been strutting around EVPW saying that he doesn't care for GHW. What kind of a champion is that? I hope Ryan kicks his Yankee ass!”
“But you're an American too-”
“Don't remind me. I am sickened to be from the same country as him. This is what Barack Obama got us.”
Ryan hops over a car, landing on the cold surface of the warzone. He looks around at his surroundings, acknowledging the hooded men stood glaring at him in between each car. After a deep breath, he stands on one of the car bonnets, towering over the rest of the men in the “iron circle”. After a few seconds, the Chief Batmanite speaks.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, your hero is a fraud.”
The fans boo in disappoval to the Mancunian's words. Despite this, he continues.
“As you know, I work for GHW, and I work for Eagle Vision Pro Wrestling. I am loyal to both organisations. However, my opponent tonight, isn't. And before you dismiss my words, I have evidence. Joey, play that tape.”
By the top of the entrance ramp, a spotty young man inserts a tape in to the visual control panel by the bleachers. As he does, a clip plays on the projector screen showing the Outlaw in an EVPW ring.
Ray White
"The Outlaw? What in the lords name is the GHW World Champion doing here on Wednesday Night Genesis?"
Jimmy Pate
"If I had to have a guess... He's probably sick to death of the way things are being run over there. It's a sinking ship and The Outlaw is moving to greener pastures."
The heavily muscled Darren James continues to move forward, now swiftly planting his feet upon the black steel of the ring steps and up onto the apron. He slides his hand along the top rope and looks to the fans who are still in mixed emotions about his presense. The Outlaw adjusts the position of his title on his shoulder before ducking underneath the top ring rope and entering the ring. The championship belt that rests on his shoulder is the same belt he barely escaped GHW's last PPV with after battling Ryan Hughes to a draw in a brutal match. Darren takes a few steps forward and finds his way to mid ring, looking around before lifting the mic that his rested in his left fist for the last minute or so. As it reaches mouth height The Outlaw's music dies and the man himself steadies, and begins to adress the fans.
The Outlaw
"EVPW... I'm sure alot of you know who I am, and I'm sure alot of you hate me for it. I am indeed the rightfull owner of the GHW World Championship, meaning in all reality. I am not only a Gods and Heretics superstar, but I'm the best they have. This is a fact that is to be changed."
Across the crowd is a wave of murmers, all trying to make sense of the GHW champions words before he can clarify them. The Outlaw looks steadily around before continuing.
The Outlaw
"This fact will change because of one reason. As of tonight... I am no longer a GHW superstar, but am contracted to EVPW. Meaning I am no longer the best the opposition has to offer, but I am the best YOU have to offer."
The fans are instantly swayed, lifting their voices and sending out a booming roar of appreciation towards their newest superstar. The Outlaw can't help but usher a smile as his new home crowd shows him their love, getting to their feet and letting the his name be echoed around the arena.
Ray White
I don't believe it... The GHW Champion has defected to us? The Outlaw is now an EVPW superstar!?
Jimmy Pate
I can hardly believe it too, this is bizzare... But It's very real apparently.
“You see? Answer me this GHW, where is your messiah now? He has pledged his loyalty to EVPW. To be honest, upon hearing this, I thought to myself...why the hell hasn't Mr. Tremblay handed me the GHW belt by now? He has “left” GHW, so why is he STILL our champion? This is the reason this company has gone down the crapper. People like The Outlaw are cancers to this company. If Darren has the guts to drag his sorry ass out here, I will show you all what a true GHW Champion looks like.
And Outlaw, if you don't like it..... BITE ME!”
Ryan slams the mic down hard on to the ground, causing a static to hiss from the speakers. The fans don't care though. Ryan's recent revelation has caused the fans in the car park, as well as the ones in the Kemper Arena, to erupt in to a chant of “FUCK YOU OUTLAW! FUCK YOU OUTLAW!”. The Batman sits on the hood of a Ford Mondeo, aloowing the referee to attach one end of the chain to his wrist whilst waiting idly for his opponent, and “champion”.
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