New Age no 1 con match: Millson v Hughes

[Millson and Simpson]

After a pause, ‘Semi-Sweet Symphony’ plays over the TitanTron and Mighty Man Millson II steps into the crowds view. MMM II smiles and raises his hands, as 4 gold pyro rockets blast from the ground. The Ultimate Ego slowly walks down the ramp, glaring at the kids in the vicinity, as he does. He pauses once he reaches the ring, turns around and points to the stage. Big Robertson Ryder stands at the stage, flexes his muscles, and walks down to join Mighty Man Millson II.

This match is a New Age title number 1 contendership match. Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Big Robertson Ryder, coming to us from Whitby, England, weighing in at 235 ibs, Mighty Man Millson II.

The Daddy’s Boy runs quickly up the steps and reaches the apron, as Ryder steps over the ropes into the ring. In one swift movement, MMM II jumps over the rope, and pulls himself up to the top turnbuckle. Millson pulls his hands up and down 3 times, to the pre-recorded chants of M...M...M. The Mighty One jumps down from the turnbuckle, and joins Ryder in the middle of the ring. They stand apart and both execute simultaneous uppercuts, but keep both arms in front of them, and hold that pose. As the crowd remain undecided whether to boo the Ultimate Ego, the Giant Jebronie grabs the microphone of Charlie Coors, who crosses his arms in frustration, and tosses the mic to his boss.

The time has finally arrived. It's Full Circle, the GHW granddaddy of them all, and what is Full Circle, (formerly Glory vs Honour) without the Mighty One. Tonight, the two best Fighty fighty persons in all of England, the Tyrant of Technique, the Ultimate Ego, Mighty Man Millson II, and Ryan Hughes. Let's just get this straight. He's Ryan Hughes, and...IIIII'MMMMM NNNNOOOOOOTTTT! And as an added stipulation tonight, the winner will get a New Age title shot.

The crowd cheer for the Daddy's Boy, who looks at the crowd and smiles, lapping the cheers up while they last.

You see, when I was being trained by Jaggeroth, he said that I would be the New Age champion at some point in my career. And when I was in the Death from Above ladder match at our last PPV, I told myself that it was my time, and when I won, I would soon win the New Age title, regardless of who held it at the time. But I was wrong. But in the 4 weeks since then, I have beaten Skull and Matt Violence, the two most impressive men in that match. Besides me of course. I deserve the title right now, and this is my time. So Hughes, bring your A-Game, because I am, and I'm out to surprise quite a lot of people here tonight.

Millson throws the mic back to Coors and waits and prepares for his biggest match yet.

TBC- Ryan Hughes- So it begins...

[Ryan Hughes]

Millson jumps on the spot, wanting to shake the cobwebs from the system. The camera pans around the sold out bleachers, with many a fan trying their hardest to grab the cameraman’s attention and have the rare honor to lift their “MMM 4 PREZ” and “I FUCKED THE GIRL BEHIND ME” signs towards the screen for the folks back home. As soon as the commentators are ready, the production team in the back switches the feed, so it portrays the two commentators, smiling at the camera.

Fuzz- "Millson looks ready for this. Heck, this is the biggest match of his career!”

Big Al- "It's also the perfect place for that ego of his to get popped. Then he will come crashing back down to earth.”

"You have a point. Hughes will not care where he is. Like he said, he's simply in the mind-frame to kick some ass."

The ongoing argument is halted abruptly by the beginning of “Animal Army” by Babylon Zoo which plays through the PA system, signalling the long awaited arrival of the Chief Batmanite. The fans begin to boo the Mancunian, who simply shrugs the gestures off as he enters the arena. Ryan pushes the last of the curtain cloth which clings to his shoulders, and stares straight ahead, wanting to get the fighting over and done with for another night. Without his men by his side tonight, Hughes slowly walks to the ring decked out in sky blue pants and his “Vintage Batmanite” t-shirt, ignoring all signs of life and looking straight ahead. Stopping a quarter of the way down the ramp, Ryan slowly adjusts both his hands in to the shape of guns, before spinning around, “blasting” the stage and causing sky blue fireworks to burst out in to the air at every “gunshot”, in a ironic tip of the hat to his hometown of Manchester.

Tyrannosaurus marching towards us
Lions a mass coming out of the grass
Ride on the back of an elephant's shoulders
Tell all your friends you're an angel

In the ring, Charlie Coors adjusts himself, before clearing his throat and wiping the sweat from his brow. Lifting the mic up, Coor's announces Hughes' arrival.

Charlie Coors- "Introducing the opponent, from Manchester, England, standing at 6'5 and weighing in at 241lbs, he is the 2010 NeXuS winner.... Ryan Hughes!"

“Look at his face, Al. He looks baked!”

“No, he simply wants to blank everything out. What is it with you and drugs, seriously?”

Leopards dancing, leopards dancing in my paradise
Tigers dancing, tigers dancing in my paradise
Chrome and candy, chrome and candy in my paradise
Animal armies, animal armies in my...

He continues his slow walk to the ring with his band of merry men, going over his pre-planned match strategy over and over again in his head. 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 squared circle. He climbs the turnbuckle, looking up to the heavens. Stepping down from the turnbuckle, he walks over to the referee, listening to the man drone on about the rules of the contest. After the the man in the zebra stripes finishes, Hughes rolls his eyes, before hopping on the spot, readying himself for his bout with the Ultimate Ego.




TBCB MMM

(Good luck bro)

[Millson and Simpson]

The referee keeps the suspense of the match up, reviewing the rules with the resident rule-breaker, MMM II, and the crowd hush in the wait for the bell. The referee finally moves to the centre of the ring and gives a word of warning about interference to the Guyanan at ringside, and when satisfied there will be no rule-breaking of any kind in this match, the man in the zebra stripes points to the timekeeper, who rings the bell to start what is hoped to be a PPV spectacular between the two brits. The two men start to circle each other, waiting for the other man to make a move, neither prepared to risk a quick loss or disadvantage. The two men realise that neither of them is about to risk and early attack, so by unspoken mutual agreement, Hughes and Millson step into the middle of the ring in tandem and grab each other's shoulders with one hand and elbows with their other. The Batman uses his slight weight and height advantage to get control of the tie-up, and he slowly pushes the youngster into the corner, holding on to Millson when they reach the turnbuckle. The Batman waits until the referee has got to a 4 count, before letting go of The Daddy's Boy and backing into the middle of the ring yet again, smiling. Millson dusts himself down and steps into the middle of the ring as well and they tie up again, with the same result in the push. This time however, the taller Brit lets go of MMM II straight away and instead charges forward with a well-placed knee to the sternum, doubling over the Tyrant of Technique, but keeping the younger man pinned upright on the turnbuckle.

A brutal knee to the gut from The Batman, and from the opening exchange, it looks like the rookie in this match is feeling the pressure.

I don't think the Mighty Man would have accepted Ryan's open challenge if he couldn't take the pressure, Fuzz.

The Batman steps back for a second and observes the reaction from the relative rookie, who doubles over in pain, but keeps hold of the ropes with one hand. Ryan smiles as he looks down at the winded Mighty Man and forces the Whitby Native back upright, still wedged between 241 ibs of wrestling genius and the cold steel of the turnbuckle, and Hughes drives another knee into the ribcage of Millson, but this time he grabs the Daddy's Boy under both arms, and after the impact of the knee, the Corps leader uses MMM II's recoil to throw the Ultimate Ego head over heels onto the mat, back-first. The Batman immediately slides onto the younger Fighty fighty person and puts and elbow over Millson's head, wedging the shoulders down as hard as he can to make the pin escape more tiring.

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Everyone in the arena expects the kick out, and the Triple M Experience obliges, the time before the referees first slap of the hand enough for Millson to realise he couldn't raise a hand, so kicks with his legs instead. Hughes goes straight back on the attack and mounts his winded opponent, pulling the Daddy's Boy's head off the mat, and punching him repeatedly with rights, holding the back of Millson's head with his left hand to put a solid base between his punches, adding to the pain. When The Batman has finished, he grabs the Ultimate Ego's head with both hands and rams it to the mat, standing up to tell the fans that his opponent has no chance.

I'm Ryan Hughes, AND HE'S NOT!

Well, I can safely say that he is the only Ryan Hughes, and maybe Millson had better realise that, and quickly.

I don't think you're giving the Revolutionary enough credit. He's had a bad start, but he's got the fans behind him. I told you I'd get everyone to get on the Millson bandwagon, didn't I?

I think it could be more to do with everyone hating Hughes, and Millson no longer cheating, Al. Not your preaching.

As The Mighty One cradles his head in pain, the Mancunian stomps the rookie in the chest, forcing the Whitby native to sit up in shock. The Batman then runs to the ropes that the now upright Millson is facing, and when he comes back, he lifts up his right foot and places a black boot into the face of the Daddy's Boy. The Ultimate Ego goes straight to the floor and Ryan smiles and spreads his amrs in appeal for a crowd reaction, which is inevitably boos all round the arena. The Corps leader turns to face MMM II and puts a foot onto the stomach of the relative rookie and raises his hand in a victory taunt, as the ref begins the pinfall count.

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The lax cover makes it too easy for the Daddy's Boy to raise a shoulder when he has recovered from the boot to the face, with no weight to push up on, and the crowd give a rousing cheer when he does get the arm off the mat, Ryan Hughes looking at the smaller man in amazement, amazed at the resilience of the man he thought he'd walk over in this match. As the Batman goes over and tries to shake up the ref, the Ultimate Ego rolls over the ropes as a matter of instinct and the Guyanese Goliath at ringside realises the chance to turn the match around is now and he walks briskly over to his boss and reaches inside his white T-Shirt pocket, pulling out the signature brass knuckles, and wrapping them around the fist of the Triple M Experience. When the referee finally realises that Rob Ryder has been too close to a competitor, he goes over to the big man and sends him back a few yards, which is done with no argument. The Batman is happy with the distance between the Giant Jebronie and himself, and he resumes his focus to pull up the dead weight of Mighty Man Millson II. As the Mancunian gets Millson to his feet, he grabs the Whitby Native by the neck and gets in his face, shouting abuse at his Brit counterpart. This amateur mistake however, give the Daddy's Boy enough time to recover some of his sense, and he swings a right at the face of The Batman, connecting with the brass knuckles with such force that Hughes remains rooted to the spot in shock, before plummeting down to the mat face-first, with all the impact of his 6 foot 5 drop on the bridge of the nose.

Oh, come on. I'm not a fan of Hughes, but you can't hit him with brass knucks. Where's the disqualication, ref?

You knew there'd be rule-bending in this match. From both sides. But trust you to pick apart Millson. I think that's called rascism, eh, Fuzz?

What's with you and rascism, Al?

Nothing. It's not my fault you're a rascist. But back to the match. If you were proffessional, you'ld notice that Millson is going for a pin.

The Daddy's Boy crawls along the floor, still groggy from the punishment he took earlier on in the match, but he manages to reach the Mancunian and roll him over onto his back, and get a hand over Hughes's chest to force the ref to make another count.

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TBC- Hughesy

[Ryan Hughes]

“THR-AWWWW!”

Hughes managed to limply rest his right arm on the bottom rope, and with that savvy showing of ring-awareness, the Battle of Britain continues. Ryder clasps his hands on his bald scalp, mouth agape in amazement. Inside the ring, MMM bears an almost identical look to his enforcer as he slowly turns his head to the referee, who bluntly tells him that Hughes threw his hand on the bottom rope. Pulling at his own hair, the infuriated Millson returns his focus to Ryan, launching right hand after right hand at Hughes' face before dragging the carcass to the center of the ring and quickly covering his supine body. This time, Ryan has enough strength to kick out in his own right. The Mighty One sits up, before removing his hair from in front of his eyes and lifting Hughes to his feet. Before Ryan can get any sense of direction, the rookie of the matchup buries his boot in to the gut of the Batman, before hooking him by the neck and lifting him in to the air. The strain seems almost to much for Millson, but he still manages to muster the strength to hang Ryan on the top rope by his stomach. The Mancunian bounces on his new perch, before unceremoniously falling to the mat on the outside.

“Well Ryan had his time on the ball, but now Millson has a chance to run to the end zone!”

“You still mourning the fact that Monday Night Football rejected you?”

“...Yes, Al. Yes I am.”

Ryan balances on all fours, clutching his searing stomach with his right hand. Millson falls back after the amount of power the suplex took, and the referee looks at the Triple M Experience with a look of concern. MMM notices this, and sees the opportunity unfold before him. Immediately, Millson milks his pain, screaming at the referee that he just had a “back spasm”. The referee being the gullible soul that he is, believes the crook, and comes in closer to tend to the superstar's “injury”. Back on the perimeter of the ring, Big Robertson Ryder know exactly what he needs to do, and begins to stalk the stumbling Hughes. While the ref is preoccupied, the Guyanese Goliath charges at Ryan, before booting him in the ribs; the resulting force almost lifting the former New Age Champion off the ground. As Hughes rolls along the mat whilst spluttering in agony, Ryder simply wears an evil grin, loving the fact that no one can do anything about it...

*CRACK*

Ryder drops to his knees, arching his back from the kendo stick which smacked his lower back out of nowhere. The man wielding the wood? El Nacho Grande, who seemingly has decided that the odds need to be evened up a little. At that moment, the super heavyweight is knocked senseless by a boot to the skull, provided by the third part of the Corps' Trifecta, Chip Diddy. Surprisingly, the crowd cheer the comedy duo, glad that the match is now on a level playing field. Using their combined power, they each grab an arm of the giant, before dragging his unconscious form to the back, slowly but surely. A small chant of “NAH NAH NAH NAH, NAH NAH NAH NAH, HEY HEY HEY, GOOD-BYE!” breaks out as The Corps pass, dragging their prize with them. Millson immediately forgets all about his “injury” and charges through the ropes to the outside, fuming at what just occurred.

“The odds have just been evened up, it's fair to say!”

“Damn straight, it was about time Chip and Nacho dragged their asses out here...”

Might Man Millson II needs to vent his frustrations out on something, and that something was lying in a heap on the mat, a few feet from the Daddy's Boy. Millson grabs Hughes by the thick black locks that protrude from his scalp, and slaps the veteran across the face for the full douchebag effect. The force of the open palm causes the already groggy Batman to stumble across the side of the ring, grabbing on to the ring apron to maintain his balance. The Ultimate Ego clasps on to either side of the Mancunian, before sending Hughes hurtling towards the steel steps. Ryan stays smart and strong however, as he clutches the arm of Millson before turning the EVO Pro's momentum against him. Complete with a crashing sound, MMM hurtles in to the steel steps, dislodging the top piece. Millson is forced in to a temporary kneeling position from impact, but the eyes of the Daddy's Boy droop, and he slumps, bent over the bottom rung of the steel steps.

Hughes stares at the unmoving carcass of Mighty Man Millson and slowly, a smirk grows across the face of the Bipolar Briton. Ryan takes a couple of steps back, giving himself enough room for a clean run at his adversary. When he feels there is sufficient space, the Batman skips forward, eating up the distance between himself and the Triple M Experience. Hughes leaps in to the air, landing on the top of Millson's back, dangerously close to the neck. The impact seems to crush Millson's chest against the solid steel, and the Revolutionary sprigs back on himself, rolling around on the floor, wheezing violently. A cut spreads across the width of MMM's chest, and tears of the crimson substance begin to seep from the small, yet painful wound. Hughes stands gracefully, much like a master in the art of rhythmic gymastics. Taking an ironic bow, the grin does not fade as the fans give him a mixed reception - the heel off seemingly dividing the GHW faithful.

“This is why Ryan has accomplished as much as he has. Such grace, such confidence. You can't fault him!”

“Al, you know as much as I know that there are many ways that I can fault Ryan Hughes. He is an arrogant, smug, cocky bastard who seemingly only got this match because his partner in crime runs this joint!”

“You say that like it's a bad thing. Seriously, would you rather be watching Ryan Hughes in this match, or that Kahlan/Hawkeye snoozefest from earlier?”

“HEY! I'll have you know Hawkeye hasn't lost his in-ring capabilities.”

Al sniggers at his colleagues comment as Hughes realises that there is a fight that has yet to be won. The former New Age Champion turns on his heel, before lifting MMM out of his slumber with a disrespectful slap, not unlike the one he received earlier. Ryan heaves Millson's spluttering carcass in to the ring, the momentum causing the Ultimate Ego to roll towards the center. The leader of The Corps soon follows, the smile not fading from his smug face. Taking residence in the corner of the ring, Hughes lies in wait, readying himself for the final shot of this match. Millson stumbles and falls in an attempt to reach his feet, but the moment comes eventually. Ryan stands, before sprinting at his foe. MMM turns around, but his subconscious knew what awaited, forcing Millson to duck at the eleventh hour from the BFK2H, which if connected, would certainly be the knock out blow. Hughes' speed causes him to run straight in to the turnbuckle, killing all momentum. The Mancunian backtracks, clutching his chest, before turning around half-heartedly. Bad move. Immediately, Ryan's jaw crashes in to the raised boot of Millson, and everything in the Batman's world slowly fades to black. MMM slumps to the ground too, with the last of his adrenaline spent on that desperate Superkick.

“SUPERKICK! SUPERKICK! Can Millson get the upset?!”

“I don't think he can, Colin. This guy is spent!”


TBC

[Millson and Simpson]

The crowd come to life as they realise that Ryan Hughes could be knocked out by the hands of a GHW Rookie and many get to their feet and applaud the Superkick, trying to rally the Mighty One into a winning pinfall. The Daddy's Boy tries to reach to the sky, but his hand falls back to the ground and the referee takes a look at both men, and starts to count for a double knockout.

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With the crowd firmly in the corner of Millson, he starts to stir and he raises his hand again in an attempt to pull himself up, as Hughes grabs the ropes nearest to him and starts to inch to his feet, still reeling from the Superkick. As the man in the zebra stripes gets to 8, the Bipolar Brit is back to his feet, staggering around the ropes, and at 9, when the crowd is already anticipating a Hughes victory, MMM II lifts his legs up and kicks them out, forcing his body up and stopping the count as he kips-up to his feet. The Boston crowd gasp in amazement as Ryan Hughes stares in disbelief at the rookie's intestinal fortitude. The veteran of the match wastes no time and rushes at the Whitby native with a right hand outstretched to his side, but it is ducked by the smaller Millson, who bounds to the ropes behind the Corps leader, and comes back to Hughes with a leading shoulder, taking the veteran down. The Mancunian gets quickly back to his feet, only for the Ultimate Ego to run to the opposite ropes and hit Hughes with another shoulder barge, sending the bigger man down again.

Millson is rolling now, and I must say, I underestimated this young man. He's taking it to Ryan Hughes.

As I knew he would. You should really listen to me more often, Fuzz, shouldn't you?

OK, I was wrong. There, I admitted it. Now get back to the match.

As the Bipolar Brit gets back to his feet one last time, nearly tripping over in confusion, he staggers over to the Daddy's Boy, who wastes no time in thrusting out a right leg at the cranium of The Batman, knocking the big man down to the mat back-first near the ropes. The Tyrant of Technique takes a small time to save some vital energy by looking at the croed and smiling, and when they cheer, he signals for a forward roll. The Daddy's Boy walks over to the ropes at the far side of Hughes and he turns to face the Corps leader. MMM II executes the signature double uppercut pose, before rolling forward to the centre of the ring and then, when he reaches a forward facing position, he jumps in the air and rolls forward in the air, aiming to land back-first on the sternum og the Mancunian Brawler. But the veteran instincts of Ryan Hughes take over, and he recalls the videos he watched of Mighty Man Millson II before the match, and he puts his knees up in the most basic but most effective counter to the Rolling Thunder, giving the Mighty One no time to stop his momentum, as he crashes back-first into the knees of the GHW veteran, the impact of the block causing the Daddy's Boy to squirm in pain, and then roll out of the ring, landing heavily on the floor.

And the veteran Hughes showing the world why he's a GHW alumni. A classic reversal from the Mancunian.

It sure was, but I'm still impressed by the heart and determination that Millson is showing in this match. Who expected this from him?

I can safely say that no-one did, but he's definitely turning a few heads in this match, especially from the crowd members here in Boston, Massachussetts.

As Millson holds his back on the concrete oustide the squared circle, the GHW veteran slowly gets to his knees, and looks around to see the winded Millson on the outside. The crowd erupt in boos as he raises his hand, thinking that the Daddy's Boy has no way to come back from this now. The Bipolar Brit gets to his feet and tells the referee to count faster, knowing that a win by count-out is just as good as a win by pinfall when it comes to a New Age title shot.

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As the ref reaches 7, the Tyrant of Technique grabs the coating of the ring and starts to inch towards the apron. By the count of 8, he has his fingertips on top of the apron, and by 9, Millson slides back into the ring, drawing a violent shake of the head by Ryan Hughes. The Daddy's Boy stays motionless on the mat, as Hughes walks over to the Mighty One and pulls him to his feet by his long hair. The Corps Leader wags a finger in the face of the Ultimate Ego and shouts abuse at him, before whipping the younger man into the opposite ropes, lifting a boot into the air when the rookie comes back, planting it against the forehead of the Triple M Experience. Without hesitation and with no wasted motion, Hughes lays on top of the Daddy's Boy, resting an elbow on the forehead of Millson yet again, planting the smaller man's shoulders onto the mat.

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With the referee's hand about to slap the mat for a third time, the crowd visualise a Ryan Hughes win, but they are surprised yet again, as Millson somehow manages to fight deep within himself and raise a shoulder yet again, continuing the match. The Mancunian stares at the ref and questions his call, but when the ref refuses to yield, The Batman stands up and looks down at his opponent, before smiling and walking to the turnbuckle. Hughes looks back at the downed Mighty Man and steps onto the apron before climbing the turnbuckle and standing up on it, showing very good balance for a big man. As Millson hasn't moved since the kick-out from the Big Boot, the Bipolar Brit raises a hand to the crowd, who boo him even more, until he drops his hand and yet again focuses his attention on the Daddy's Boy. The Batman takes a second to get his bearings and then he leaps off the top rope with an elbow out in front of him, landing on the Ultimate Ego's chest with an 241 Pound Elbow Drop that drives all of the wind out of MMM II.

A wonderfully executed Elbow Drop from Ryan Hughes. He doesn't go to the top rope too much these days, but when he does it's something special.

OK, Fuzz. It was only an Elbow Drop. You want something special, you want the Triple M Moonsault.

The Batman takes a second to hold onto his elbow to make sure it hasn't broken on impact, and when hes confident of no injury, he lays down again on the Triple M Experience and this time forgets the elbow over the face, instead going for a hooking of the near leg.

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Yet again, the Daddy's Boy raises a shoulder, and this time The Batman goes red and stands up to his full 6 foot 5 and gets in the referee's face, perilously close to giving the zebra stripes a punch. After a quick argument, the Mancunian recovers his poise and focuses his attention back on Millson, stomping him in the chest numerous times. Hughes stops when he has left MMM II in a crumpled pile on the floor, and he raises both hands, as the crowd start to rain down insults and cheer for Mighty Man Millson II, who is near unconciousness.

TBC- RH

[Millson and Simpson]

The Batman just stands in the middle of the squared circle, urging the crowd to keep booing and insulting him, drawing energy from the energy of the crowd. With a look of contempt, Hughes plants a right boot firmly on the chest of his winded opponent and leaves it there, drawing the referee to check that the Daddy's Boy's shoulders are down and administering the count.

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As the match looks won, the Mighty One digs deep into his reserves and grabs the right boot of the Bipolar Brit with his left hand and pushes it off his chest with his right, the sudden change of momentum throwing the GHW veteran onto his back, and the opportunist Millson standing over him, pinning Hughes's shoulders to the floor with his 235 pound frame holding the Corps Leader's legs in place.

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With the shock of the possum pin gone after the first second, the Mancunian takes a second to gather leg strength, and then he forcefully pushes the tired Mighty Man out of the way with enough power to throw Millson to the mat. The veteran refuses to waste any motion, and he springs to his feet in double-quick time, not willing to give the Ultimate Ego any space to counter attack, and runs up to the kneeling MMM II, planting a running boot to the temple of the relative rookie, which sends Millson straight down.

And the veteran instincts of Ryan Hughes show again, as Millson is being refused any offense in this match.

Damn it! I thought he had The Batman with that roll-up. But his time will come. Hughes is giving him too much time to recover from his wounds.

As the Corps Leader stands tall over the Whitby Native yet again, the crowd continue to chant for Millson, but Hughes signals that the end is near with a cut-throat taunt aimed directly at the crowd. As the Massachussetts crowd continue relentlessly, the Triple M Experience is picked up by his hair yet again and the Mancunian grabs the legs of MMM, forcing the Daddy's Boy into the air with all 241 ibs of Batman behind him. The Bipolar Brit carries Millson by his legs and drops him onto the turnbuckle groin first, allowing a muffled scream to be heard as Millson immediately tries to fight the pain. The GHW veteran climbs up to the second rope and he hooks his arm over the head of the Tyrant of Technique, ready to Superplex the younger man off the top rope. As the grinning Brit pauses for dramatic effect, a fan jumps the guard rail and climbs onto the apron nearest the two men, finding the attention of Ryan Hughes, who leaves the Ultimate Ego slumped against the turnbuckle and walks slowly over to the fan. The fan quickly steps down from the apron and is followed by an angry Hughes, who slides out of the ring and chases the man halfway around the ring, before the mystery fan gets to the barricade again, and jumps back into the crowd, leaving Ryan angry but still focused on the task in hand. To insinuate this, the GHW veteran slides back into the ring and climbs to the second rope again, hooking the head of the Triple M Experience yet again and again smiling to the crowd for dramatic effect. When the crowd's booing reach a climax, Hughes leans backwards, but the Daddy's Boy holds on, and the Bipolar Brit almost falls from his perch, but just manages to grab the rope with his left hand. Acting almost on empty, Millson finds his balance and delivers a right hand to the face of the Mancunian which throws the veteran to the mat. As the crowd begin to cheer again for the Ultimate Ego, MMM II dangerously starts to turn himself around on the turnbuckle, which miraculously he does, and then he stands to his feet, facing the crowd. Groggily, the relative rookie puts both hands up in a double uppercut position and keeps them there, until he falls backwards, managing to flip himself onto his stomach, landing on the sternum of Ryan Hughes, and winding both men.

Oh, there it is. The Triple M Moonsault. I just wish Millson's dad hadn't interfered like he did at Code Blue and Full Circle. Why does he only turn up at PPV's when his interference matters?

Well, firstly, why would you interfere if it didn't matter? Jeez, Fuzz, think about it. And secondly, prisoners aren't released that often, only on special occassions.

Yeah, like funerals, not wrestling matches. If I was Hughes, I'd be feeling very hard done by right now.

I'd be feeling very hurt, not hard done by. Come on Mighty Man, you can do it.

The Daddy's Boy slides off the Bipolar Brit as the collision between the two men occurs, but Ian Millson returns to ringside, now that the threat of Ryan Hughes has gone, jumping the guardrail again, and as the man in the zebra stripes is counting for the double knockout, the prisoner pushes his son, who fell near the ropes, on top of the Mancunian, while the referee is checking Hughes, and the ref sees that the Corps Leader has both shoulders down, administering the pinfall as soon as he sees the action point.

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TBC Hughes

[Ryan Hughes]

Despite the immense battering his body has received, Ryan bolts his shoulder off the canvas to the shock of the father and son combination. Ian Millson clutches at his hair before pounding the mat several times in a wave of frustration. It is to be expected though; Ryan Hughes has never been or ever will be a pushover. The strength of the kick out lurches MMM off of the Mancunian, and he rolls to the edge of the ring in a daze. His father meets him, making sure the referee is preoccupied in checking the Batman over. Ian leans in close to his battered son, before barking at him to hold out his hand. Millson Jr. does so, and Ian pushes his fingers through something metal- brass knuckles. The Whitby Native clenches his fist, and begins to pull himself up to a standing position; being careful to hide his new toy from the eyeline of the official. MMM keeps jerking his head to the side, trying to keep his stirring opponent in his sights, whilst concealing his foreign object all the while. Slowly, he begins to backtrack to meet Hughes in the center of the ring, and the Ultimate Ego swings his brass-encrusted fist. Luckily, Ryan has enough nous about him to duck the blow, and Millson's momentum takes him right past the Bipolar Behemoth. Ryan mule-kicks Millson as he turns around, causing the youngster to double over. Quickly, the former New Age Champion spins on his heel, locking MMM in a three-quarter facelock before driving the Daddy's Boy down, spiking his head on the canvas.

“And Hughes is right back in this! Millson paid the price for bringing the brass knuckles in to this match!”

“Millson did what any opportunistic man would do. It just so happens that Hughes was smarter this time. He didn't win the NeXuS Deathmatch by sheer dumb luck, you know.”

“Whose side are you on here? You seem to be flip-flopping more than a senator tonight!”

“I don't take sides, Fuzz. I just call the action. If you did the same, you'd realise Hughes is about to pin Millson.”

Just as Al exclaimed, Ryan crawls over to Millson, before flopping over his unmoving carcass. The referee slaps the mat twice, but MMM manages to kick out at the count of two-and-nine-tenths. The crowd gasp, wondering how both men are finding it within themselves to fight on. Hughes turns his head and spits to the side, where a wad of saliva and blood land on the already damp canvas. The VWE Legend returns his focus to his adversary, and does a spit-take as his eyes notice the gleaming brass knuckles sitting on Millson's limp hand. Ryan deftly pulls the accessory off. He places the object before his eyes, and the smirk finds it's way back on the face of the Batman. Before he can take his obsession further however, the referee snatches the knucks out of his hand, quickly handing them to the timekeeper at ringside. Hughes gives the referee a mean look, before grabbing Millson by his hair and lifting him to a vertical base. Ryan lays in to the groggy young man with a series of right and left fists that land without reply on the face of the Triple M Experience. The impact causes MMM to stagger backwards, not stopping until he reaches the turnbuckle.

Ryan doesn't relent on the punches though, as he continues to rain down blows on the skull of his foe. The ex-champ finally retreats, skipping to the turnbuckle opposite to Millson, who seems dead on his feet. Not taking any time out to dilly-dally, Hughes sprints towards the rookie opponent, with many in the bleachers expecting a BFK2H to connect with the youthful face of the Ultimate Ego within seconds. Ryan doesn't go for his finisher though, instead leaping in to the air, squashing the lighter superstar against the padded turnbuckle with a Stinger Splash. Immediately, MMM begins to cough wildly, as though his insides have been forced out of his mouth and anus at the same time. Hughes isn't one for showing mercy however, as he simply embraces the staggering Millson, and launches him with a Belly-to-Belly suplex, sending Millson across the ring in a heap for good measure.

“What a Belly-to-Belly by the Batman!”

“It's nothing we haven't seen before. This is the problem with GHW right now, same old shit. I thought Ryan was a break from the trend, but obviously not.”

“Did I just hear right? Al Mulligan badmouthing Ryan Hughes? THE Ryan Hughes?”

Millson clasps his back with his right hand, feeling for the source of the pain in the vain hope that it will magically disappear. As expected, it doesn't help. It only emphasises the shooting strands of agony coursing up and down his spine. Millson Sr. pounds the mat to try and will his son on, but the prisoner can't stop Ryan from approaching his fellow EVO Pro. Hughes boots MMM in the back, happily adding to the pain the Whitby native is under. This doesn't bother Hughes one iota, because he does it again, just to punish his prey. The Mancunian Mastodon drops to done knee behind Millson, before grabbing both of the Daddy's Boy's arms, wrenching them back as he digs his knee in to Millson's spine. MMM's face contorts in agony as he tries to struggle free of the Bow and Arrow submission, but it only results in Millson becoming fatigued quicker. Eventually, the struggling stops, as Millson's heart fights his body, willing himself to not submit to Hughes. The image of the New Age Title around his waist begins to fade, much like his eyes...

“Oh come on! Get that man off the apron!”

There was indeed someone causing a ruckus on the apron, diverting the attention of the referee. Ian shouts some inaudible drivel at the official, who is trying to usher the prisoner from ringside. It doesn't work, and simply makes Mr. Millson a lot angrier. Ryan notices the fracas, and breaks the submission hold reluctantly. For a moment, he studies the situation still on one knee, but then he realises what needs to be done. In a flash, Hughes stands up, and sprints towards his opponent's father, before raising his boot. With an immense smack, The Batman's boot connects to the face of the lag, and he careers off the apron, landing with a thud on the edge of the announcers' table. Yet another name added to the list of casualties at the hand of that right boot.

“FINALLY! FINALLY HE SHUT THAT BASTARD UP!”

The crowd cheer as Millson Sr. writhes on the floor, laughing mercilessly at the older man's pain. Hughes leans on the ropes, shouting at the convict that it's “NOT SO NICE WHEN YOU'RE LAID OUT, IS IT?”. Hughes spits again, this time aiming squarely for the supine Ian Millson, the disgusting wad landing on his head. The Mancunian smiles a toothy smile, before returning to the action in the ring. Unfortunately for him, the distraction gave Millson Jr. sufficient time to recover, and with the younger Englishman being the opportunistic man that he is, Hughes will soon be up the creek without a paddle. Ryan turns around, with a small part of his brain wondering what would come. Millson runs at the older fighter, crashing his shoulders in to the gut of the Chief Batmanite. The impact takes Hughes off his feet, and he lands with a crunch on the canvas. Millson rolls around in an almost theatrical manner, clutching his weakened shoulder and knowing that the pain is for a greater good. Battling past that mental barrier, Millson scurries on top of the NeXuS Deathmatch Winner, hoping that the shock offence is enough to bring down the era of the Batman.

“1...2...”

“Hughes kicks out! How much do these men have left in the tank?”

“I think they are both running on empty here. It's the chance of becoming a New Age Champion that's keeping them going.”

Millson rolls on to his back, his mouth agape in shock and horror that this match has to go on. He simply stares at the bright lights on the ceiling of the GHW Arena, welcoming them as if they were the lights of heaven coming to greet his weary body through the pearly gates. A quick shake of the head, and the Whitby man snaps back to reality. He rolls away from the supine Batman, wanting to get as much breathing room as possible. Slowly, he gathers himself in a sitting position against the turnbuckle as Hughes does the same in the opposite corner of the ring. Both men breathe heavily as they stare at eachother from their bases. The Mancunian gives a respectful nod of the head to Millson, which is returned in kind. Clasping his stomach, the Bipolar Briton shouts over to his countryman.

“Again?”

“Oh yeah.”


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