Dark Match: Singles

[kryptops]

The night is fresh and a good bit of the crowd are seated to watch the only dark match scheduled for the night. All of the sudden the lights flicker off. The fans all pipe down as hardcore music, soon recognized as Mudvayne’s “Dig” blares from the PA system. The lights come on and the entire arena is clouded by a thick could of green fog. Lurking from the entrance ramp is a masked figure, wearing no shirt and baggy black and green pants with black boots.

“The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first weighting in at 242 pounds, trained by the Great Gnarfflinger the Butch, Kyrptop the Best!”

The mans sluggishly makes his way down to the ring, sliding in on his stomach then pushing himself to a vertical base. He takes his place in the center of the ring, flicks the ornaments dangling from the top of his mask over his shoulder and waits for his adversary.

[Freddy Muerte]

The crowd is just beginning to settle in at the GHW Arena in Boston, their faces lit up with anticipation over what promises to be one of the greatest PPV's in GHW history - NeXuS V. But before every great meal there is always the appetizer. Not really necessary since any person with even half a brain would want to just dive head-first into the ocean of food on display but it's there always. Always... The point being that Pro-Wrestling isn't that far removed from Pro-Restauranting. Dark matches are merely appetizers - a platform for younger talent to show off their talent (or lack there-of) with.

Madball's Set it Off blasts from the P.A. set and GHW's latest recruit Freddy Muerte walks up from behind the curtains. His facial expressions seem to communicate with the audience a slight uncertainty with his presence in a promotion such as this. With a towel wrapped around his shoulders, Muerte walks up the ramp and into the ring, trying not to maintain any sort of eye contact with the restless audience. Freddy slides into the ring and tosses away his towel as he for the first time tries to make direct eye contact with anyone - his opponent, Kryptops.

TBC Kryptops

[kryptops]

(Dark Matches aren‘t aired, therefore no commentators, correct? If I‘m wrong somebody let me know and I‘ll fix it right up.)
EDIT: Adding commentary. Using the Fuzz only since I believe Matt and Ryan are too prestigious to call a dark match. :/
“DING-DING-DING”

The two men stand toe-to-toe in the center of the ring, their eyes locked on to each others. Animosity begins to fill the arena, as both men begin to speak, arguing back and forth with such hush tones that they are the only ones that can hear one another. The fans that have chosen to actually sit down and watch the nobodies begin to grow tiresome as the Fighty fighty persons continue to converse. Eventually the enmity pushed the slugger hailing from Camden, New Jersey too far as he cocks back and strikes the masked man right in the jaw with a tightly balled fist. The forceful blow leaves the Best reeling, whilst gripping his jaw in an attempt to sooth the pain. Quickly, Freddy steps forward with a wild Haymaker, however Kryptops the Best foresees this attack and bends at his knees, ducking the punch. Quicker than the striking of lightning itself, Kryptops applies the speediness bestowed upon him by the great Gnarfflinger and comes up with a hasty punch of his own. The New Jersey resident loses a step from the punch, but instantly answers with another shot of his own, this one with enough force behind it to knock Krazy K straight down to the canvas.

"What an amazing punch, just knocking the masked Kryptops to the canvas with no remorse."

Freddy Muerte cracks a small, arrogant smile before advancing forward and entangling his fingers around the decorative strings from his green and black mask, before yanking him to a vertical base. Freddy’s sly expression is quickly changed thanks to a swift elbow that knocks the taste right out of his mouth. Kryptops follows up with a stiff boot to the midsection, doubling the brawler over where he stands. Without the slightest intimation of hesitation, Krazy K tucks his adversary’s sweaty dome between his quadriceps and hunkers over, wrapping his arms around the abdomen of Muerte and locking his hands in front of his waist. Kryptops the Best begins to exploit his strength and begins to lift the Heavyweight off the surface of the ring, but the big man kicks his feet rapidly and coerces Gnarfflinger's trained newbie to place him back down. Kryptops attempts to lift Fred off the canvas yet again, however, FM grips both of KtB’s legs and with a mighty roar he stands fully erect whilst tossing the 246 pound athlete over head. Gnarfflinger’s protégé soars in the atmosphere, flipping in mid air so that he’s looking up at the ceiling. As the ceiling appears to be decreasing in size dramatically, Kryptops knows he’s close to the imminent collision, then BOOM! Gravity pulls the man to the canvas remorselessly, sending shockwaves of damaging pain throughout his entire being. Screams arouse from his gaping mouth as he arches his back and reaches for it in desperation to sooth the seemingly never ending pain.

"Man, I'm getting lonely out here. Anyways, it looks as if Freddy is just too powerful for this guy to handle. I would hate to see a short match, but I don't know the odds of Kryptops pushing it through anymore than five minutes with such an admirable opponent."

The man garnering well earned cheers from the fans thar are actually watching the match, cracks a smile out of the side of his mouth, but it quickly fades as he turns around to see Kryptops already beginning to stir. Fred marches over to where he chucked his adversary and reaches down, gripping his masked head and begins to coerce him to an ascent. Once positioned on his knees, the man trained by the best stealthily projects his arm through Freddy’s legs connecting with a closed fist right to the balls, proving he truly absorbed everything Gnarfflinger taught him. Instinctively, the debutant releases his hold and grips his tenders in a futile attempt to cancel out the pain, all while dragging out a long winded scream. Kryptops now leaps to a vertical base and again tucks his opponent’s dome between his thighs. With no fight left in him at the moment, Kryptops easily reaches down and locks his arms around his foe’s waist before standing fully vertical with him in his confines. Resembling a slowly falling tree, Kryptops reclines backwards, sitting on his ass and driving the tip of FM’s head nearly through the dusty canvas with a powerful Pile Driver.

[Freddy Muerte]

Muerte squirms on the floor following the impact of that piledriver, rolling around on the canvas with his sweaty, stubby hands desperately clinging to the back of his neck... as if tightly clenching an area where a throbbing pain is in residence would ever make the pain go away. The Gnarf-trained Kryptops takes a split-second glance towards his opponent before turning his psychotic gaze towards the crowd. He puts his right leg forward followed quickly by his left and raises both his hands in the air - fists clenched, veins throbbing and brain being injected with several illegal ideas on how to punish Freddy. Kryptops takes a truckload of oxygen into his system and into his diaphragm before releasing it all in a carbon-dioxide format... and an ear-shattering shout meant to rile up and awake the embarrassingly lazy audience. Only a handful manages to respond, most of them wearing shirts of the legendary Gnarfflinger. By this time the Camden rookie named Freddy Muerte has brought himself up to a vertical base and has his right hand over the top rope as he patiently waits for his adversary to face him once more.

"The crowd doesn't seem to be responding well to this match."

A discouraged Kryptops shrugs and proceeds to turn around. Muerte starts his charge, letting out a huge bellow as he does so. Kryptops' eyes seem to be popping out of his mask as he sees his two hundred and fifty eight pound opponent charging towards him with his right arm stretched out wide and ready to take a certain mask wearing, Legend-trained and down-right psychotic athlete out. However, Kryptops' training has served him well and he reacts inside a split second to take a short jump in the air, circle his left arm around Muerte's neck, and bring the New Jersey native's head crashing down onto the canvas with thunderous DDT. A small section of the audience responds well but this time Kryptops wastes no time on the crowd and proceeds to pull his opponent back onto his feet almost immediately. He grabs one of Freddy's hands and pulls him up ferociously - displaying quite the animalistic hunger - and with both his hands tightly grasping one of Muerte's, he tugs at him once again in order to bring him close enough to render him defenseless to Kryptops' rising and carefully angled knee. Muerte lets out a small gasp when the knee crashes into his gut and knocks the wind out of him completely. Again not willing to waste any more time, Kryptops encircles his left arm around Muerte's neck - essentially wrapping his arm around the his opponent's trachea and clasping both hands tightly.

"Looks like Kryptops has a GUILLOTINE CHOKE locked in!"

Kryptops channels every bit of energy in his body into his arms and applies even more pressure around Muerte's neck, effectively blocking his blood and air flow. Within an instant, the New Jersey native appears to be stepping into the realms of unconsciousness and even some of the crowd start to take notice. Kryptops is as frenzied and bloodthirsty as ever - and the endless supply of energy in him that keeps being channeled into the areas that matter in order to maintain this lethal chokehold - serves as the exclamation point. Kryptops does not cease applying pressure upward. Whether a conscious move from his side, or a stroke of genius, we will probably never know but the series of moves from Kryptops that takes its roots in the piledriver earlier has done well to severely damage Freddy's energy reserve early on. The referee begins to take notice of Freddy's almost lifeless state - it was probably the large and disgusting stretch of saliva drooling out of the corner of Muerte's mouth - and decides to begin the count.

"This could be all over here!"

However, it seems that the touch of the referee's hand was enough for Muerte to come back to life. Realizing that he is indeed in dire straits (and not exactly in a position to get money for nothing), Muerte - who is on both knees right now - finally makes an offensive maneuver. Turning his left fist into a circular wreckingball, he pulls back his arm and almost like a slingshot he lets it rip as it collides with Kryptops' gut. Returning the favor once again, Muerte repeats the process but this time his punch could probably break even a boulder in half. With Kryptop's channels of energy disrupted and Freddy's own channels being allowed to flow a little bit more freely than before, he brings both his arms around his adversary's waist and ties a strong knot by tightly clenching both his wrists. A struggle for supremacy is on as both participants have two potentially dangerous holds on each other. Muerte however, starts to lift up Kryptops in the air and then quite violently proceeds to flip him over while using his own back as a bridge. And when Krytops lands on the ground with a loud "thud" it becomes apparent to whoever was actually watching the match that Freddy's waistlock was just a preparation for a Northern Lights Suplex. Freddy is still in a painful looking bridge and the referee starts to count. ONE... TWO... and unfortunately for 99% of the audience, Kryptops springs back to life as if nothing had happened and manages to get an arm raised to save himself from a defeat. Muerte looks up at the referee with extreme irritation. Indeed, the rookie from Camden who has probably been in a hundred street brawls by now probably did not expect a masked man from Canada of all places to be so tough an opponent. But the truth is that Kryptops' did indeed have the upper-hand for most of the match so far and Muerte had landed what was just his 2nd offensive move of the night.

TBC Kryptops.

((Hope this was alright, my skills be rusty as hell. so sorry if I sucked ))

edit: changed a small mistake.. right left to right leg.. dunno what I was thinking XD