Post by Ryan Hughes on Apr 4, 2012 11:40:18 GMT -5
As Tuesday Night Triumph comes back from a commercial break, Triumph's theme music plays as the lights dance around the bleachers. The camera pans around the sold out arena, with many a fan trying their hardest to grab the cameraman’s attention and have the rare honor to mouth “Hi Mom! I’m on TV!” 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 as they address the viewing public.
"Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, you join us just in time for our next match!”
Soon enough, the commentators are silenced by a static sound, quickly turning in to a brown noise. After a few seconds, the noise is cut off thanks to “Don't You Think This Outlaw Bit Has Done Got Out Of Hand” by James Hetfield which plays through the PA system, signalling the arrival of Ryan Hughes, the reigning GHW Champion. The fans immediately pour out their hatred of the Anti-American as Ryan Hughes pushes through the curtain cloth at the top of the ramp, ready to fight, like any good British brawler. Hughes cockily struts to the ring in his black wrestling trunks, ignoring all the taunts and looking around with a smile on his face. Underneath his now traditional blazer, he wears a plain black shirt, emblazoned with “I'm Ryan Hughes... and You're Not.” on the front. Most importantly though, the GHW Championship sits cozily on the waist of the Mancunian.
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Manchester, England. Weighing in tonight at 251lbs, he is the GHW Champion, Ryan Hughes!"
"Here comes the GHW Champion, in what will be has last in ring match before he defends that belt against Dominik Santiago at Total Carnage!"
"A match that he will win, might I add. Note how Ryan has been dipping his toes in to matches lately, but has never busted his balls on Triumph? That's psychology. Note how he got Dustin Delta and Kahlan out of his hair? That's psychology. Ryan has kept himself as match ready as possible."
"That may be the case, but Dominik Santiago has been scarcely seen around these parts, let alone in a match! Surely there's a freshness factor there?"
A smile forms on Ryan's chops, as he begins his strut to the squared-circle. The champ keeps his eyes on the ring, until he stops suddenly, looking around at all the fans pouring their negativity on to him. Brushing his shoulders, he smirks, which only draws out the ire of the fans even more. The champion pats the golden championship belt on his waist, before mouthing that his waist is where the belt will stay. Hughes makes his way up the steel steps; the sound of clunking metal mingles with the echoing of the sound-system and the fan reactions around the GHW Arena as he ascends to the ring. The champion hops through the ropes, stopping in the center of the ring. Slowly, he unfastens the belt wrapped around his waist, before raising it in to the air with one hand, a move which raises the volume in the arena, albeit a volume of boos. Not caring in the slightest, the Mancunian Mastodon removes his blazer and hands it to the stagehand outside the ring, beofre waiting patiently for his prey this evening.
TBC AJ
"Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, you join us just in time for our next match!”
Soon enough, the commentators are silenced by a static sound, quickly turning in to a brown noise. After a few seconds, the noise is cut off thanks to “Don't You Think This Outlaw Bit Has Done Got Out Of Hand” by James Hetfield which plays through the PA system, signalling the arrival of Ryan Hughes, the reigning GHW Champion. The fans immediately pour out their hatred of the Anti-American as Ryan Hughes pushes through the curtain cloth at the top of the ramp, ready to fight, like any good British brawler. Hughes cockily struts to the ring in his black wrestling trunks, ignoring all the taunts and looking around with a smile on his face. Underneath his now traditional blazer, he wears a plain black shirt, emblazoned with “I'm Ryan Hughes... and You're Not.” on the front. Most importantly though, the GHW Championship sits cozily on the waist of the Mancunian.
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Manchester, England. Weighing in tonight at 251lbs, he is the GHW Champion, Ryan Hughes!"
"Here comes the GHW Champion, in what will be has last in ring match before he defends that belt against Dominik Santiago at Total Carnage!"
"A match that he will win, might I add. Note how Ryan has been dipping his toes in to matches lately, but has never busted his balls on Triumph? That's psychology. Note how he got Dustin Delta and Kahlan out of his hair? That's psychology. Ryan has kept himself as match ready as possible."
"That may be the case, but Dominik Santiago has been scarcely seen around these parts, let alone in a match! Surely there's a freshness factor there?"
A smile forms on Ryan's chops, as he begins his strut to the squared-circle. The champ keeps his eyes on the ring, until he stops suddenly, looking around at all the fans pouring their negativity on to him. Brushing his shoulders, he smirks, which only draws out the ire of the fans even more. The champion pats the golden championship belt on his waist, before mouthing that his waist is where the belt will stay. Hughes makes his way up the steel steps; the sound of clunking metal mingles with the echoing of the sound-system and the fan reactions around the GHW Arena as he ascends to the ring. The champion hops through the ropes, stopping in the center of the ring. Slowly, he unfastens the belt wrapped around his waist, before raising it in to the air with one hand, a move which raises the volume in the arena, albeit a volume of boos. Not caring in the slightest, the Mancunian Mastodon removes his blazer and hands it to the stagehand outside the ring, beofre waiting patiently for his prey this evening.
TBC AJ
