Justin Michael vs Rhaps (Charging Glory Title)

[justin]

Lizzie: And now, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Charging Glory World Heavyweight Championship. Introducing first, from Hollywood California, The Glam Slam King of Noise, Justin Michael.

Immediately after Lizzie finishes It's my Party by Bret Michaels (of Poison plays throughout the arena as the fans jump out of their seats to see the World Champion. The lights fade out into a green and purple light show with a spot light moving around the arena until it finally settles onto the entrance stage. The Real Rockstar steps out from behind the curtain wearing his ring gear and a pair of torn American Eagle jeans. Justin is wearing the title around his waist and as he stands waiting for his pyros to shoot into the air he points at the belt.


Finally he begins to strut down to the ring pointing and grinning at various fans. Once The Real Rockstar gets to the ring he climbs up onto the ring apron and moves to the corner post where he puts his title up into the air showing it off. Shortly after he poses for a few camera shots he gets into the ring hands the belt to the ref and waits for his opponent to come to the ring.



tbc: Rhaps

[Rhaps]

Lizzie: And next, introducing his opponent. Weighing in at 205 lbs and from Canterbury, England. He is the Safety Ranger, Rhaps.

F*cking Hostile by Pantera screams over the speakers, cranked up to alomst full volume as the crowd has a mixed reaction to it. Some react positively by singing along while other put their hands up to their ears to blot out the noise. Rhaps runs in from backstage and as he reaches the centre of the platform a huge display of pyrotechnics is set off, exploding in a shower of orange and crimson sparks around him.

JP: Welcome to what could possibly be GHW's biggest and most exclusive PPV yet. We've got a huge array of superstars ready to perform for our GHW fans. And not only that but almost every title will be on the line tonight. Right now we get to enjoy this match for the Charging Glory Title.

Ray: And later we can all enjoy watching Vlad become the undisputed hardcore champion and keep his undefeated streak going. And talking of streaking...

JP: That's enough of....wait a minute, is Rhaps really holding what I think he is?

As JP says this Rhaps walks down to the ring holding a bowl of ice cream and eating it quite happily. He almost reaches the end before realising he has to stop eating it. With seemingly great sadness Rhaps hands the bowl to a nearby fan and he climbs the turnbuckle from the outside. He raises his arm into the air in salute to the GHW fans, who cheer in response of both men in the ring. Justin shakes his head in disbelief at the display. Rhaps quickly stands atop the turnbuckle and enters the ring with a Rhapsifaction, his version of a corkscrew senton. Rhaps turns and faces Justin and both men stare at each other for a brief moment. They head to opposite corners of the ring as the ring bell sounds.

TBCB Justin

[justin]

The bell rings and both men quickly move towards each tying up. Justin quickly goes for a single leg take down, and with success follows up with a few quicks to Rhaps' ribs before he quickly rolls out of the ring.

JP: I think Justin might be a little quicker than Rhaps had anticipated.

Justin taunts and motions for him to get back into the ring as the ref begins to count out Rhaps. Before the ref even gets to five Rhaps slides back into the ring, but is stopped by Justin who predominately stomps away it his back and ribs. Rolling out of the way he sends The Real Rockstar off balance and and is able to get back to his feet. Rhaps is able to quickly hit a spinning kick and then a short clothesline putting Justin onto the floor. Rhaps follows up with a standing splash which seems to have little effect on Justin. Rhaps quickly gets back to his feet and then pulls Justin up by his hair. Rhaps hits a very quick arm drag, but is unable to capitalize on the move as Justin rolls through the attack and gets stands on his feet.

Both men are now standing in the ring as if readjusting their plans and trying to pick their next move.

JP: It's like a game of chess Ray; you have to make the right move or it could be over quick.

Ray: Yay! round t wo.

Justin quickly goes to lock up with The Ice Cream Man, but is blocked, so he quickly hits a standing switch and lands a very impactive German Suplex planting Rhaps right on his neck. The Real Rockstar quickly follows up with a leg grape vine submission, but due to the fact it is so early in the match Rhaps quickly gets to the ropes and the move does little damage. The ref arguing with Justin now as Justin hits several closed fist punches to Rhaps' face. Angering Justin he loses his concentration and Rhaps quickly climbs the turnbuckle. He waits for Justin to turn around to hit a huge cross body sending both men to the mat half way across the ring.


Rhaps stays on top of Justin hoping to end the match quick with a pin. At the two count, Justin quickly powers out and pushes Rhaps away. With a quick burst of energy from the adrenaline of kicking out of the pin Justin pulls Rhaps up and hits a Flesh and Blood neck breaker.

JP: The old T.K.O. that should do it. Well maybe not without a ref?

As Rhaps was on top of Justin's shoulders his feet inadvertently hit the referee in the head knocking him to the mat and temporarily making it a no rules situation. Enraged that he can't make the pin The Real Rockstar begins to yell at the referee, not taking advantage of the situation. Rhaps on the other hand has quickly cleared the cobwebs and is standing behind Justin Michael with a baseball bat. He spins the Real Rockstar around hits him in the gut with the point of the black bat. Rhaps follows up with a few swings to the ribs, but then quickly tosses the weapon worried about being DQed as the referee seems to be showing motion.

Ray: That dirty boy! I love it when guys get naughty.

Justin on his knees holding his ribs in pain is set up perfectly for a shinning wizard that Rhaps connects with perfectly right in the back of The Real Rockstar's head. With a limp body Justin falls to the mat face first seemingly knocked out.

JP: This could be the end of The Rockstar era. Which I must say would not be a bad thing. I'm just worried if the Ice Cream era will be any better.

Ray: Come on Justin will you get up! Please Justin get up.

JP: At first I thought this would just be a hard fought physical competition, but after seeing the drama that took place in the pool area with Jasmine Chaotic, I'm not sure this is not a personal battle.


Ray: That little vixen Jasmine... starting trouble and she has only been here a week.


JP:Rhaps needs to wake the ref up fully and make the pin.



tbc: Rhaps

[Rhaps]

Rhaps makes the cover, hoping the referee will revive in time but after a couple of seconds he shrugs, almost to himself. He heads over to where the Referee is moving slowly. Rhaps tries to pick him up and drag him over, but the referee remains unresponsive, despite Rhaps' best efforts. Suddenly Justin moves from out of nowhere and hits a cruel low blow on Rhaps. Before he has a chance to recover, Justin grabs Rhaps by the back and rolls him over, attempting a pin. The referee reaches his feet at that point and he sees the pinfall. His hand slaps the canvas once but Rhaps digs down deep and with a surge of effort and strength he raises his legs, breaking contact with the mat.

JP: Justin tried to take full advantage of the referee being out of sight and used the leverage he had to take Rhaps into that cover.

Ray: But look at it Jimmy. It's unfair, if the ref had been doing his job properly, Justin would've won the match by now.

Rhaps rolls to the side and is back on his feet quickly. Both men stare, sizing each other up. They both lunge at the same time, eventually both being caught in another tie up. Justin quickly gets the advantage and he overpowers Rhaps, dropping him to his knees. He grips Rhaps' shoulders in a modified nerve hold, almost trying to wear Rhaps out with a submission but it proves to be ineffective due to the angle. Justin changes tack alomst instantly and he hammers Rhaps with huge right hands. Rhaps places his hands protectively over his head, catching one of Justin's stray punches. Quickly Rhaps explodes with a clothesline, felling his opponent.

Justin is quickly back to his feet but Rhaps rushes toward the ropes and he leaps up to the top rope easily, and hits a huge springboard back into the ring, slamming into Justin with a springboard cross body. Rhaps goes for the cover immediately but Justin easily powers his way out of it at the count of one.

JP: This match is going to prove to be very physical and I think it's going to take a lot more to win this from either man.

Rhaps thinks on his feet now and he climbs the turnbuckle and sits atop it, waiting for the moment to strike. Justin doesn't have too much difficulty reaching a vertical basis and he looks around the ring, turning quickly towards the grinning Rhaps. Suddenly he leaps from the corner towards Justin. Justin however shows off a speed of his own. He half ducks under the attempted move from Rhaps and half catches him in mid air. He uses Rhaps' momentum to slam him into the canvas with a Samoan drop, crashing Rhaps painfully onto the mat. Rhaps rolls onto his side gripping his back and chest as the audience marvel at Justin's lightning quick reaction. Justin flips Rhaps onto his back and makes a show of taking hold of his opponent's legs. Justin proceeds to wrench Rhaps' legs behind his back, causing pain to spread through his body.

Ray: There's nothing like a Boston Crab to make sure you know you're still alive.

Ray laughs dramatically, almost to himself as the referee asks Rhaps if he's had enough. Rhaps grips his teeth from the hold and he continues to take the brunt of the pain while Justin wrenches his legs back tighter and tighter in an effort to make the Safety Ranger tap out. Sweat starts to streak against Rhaps' forehead and the referee takes another worried look at him and asks the fateful question again. Through gritted teeth Rhaps screams in defiance against the hold as the audience gasp at how long Rhaps has managed to survive the hold. Rhaps begins to lift his right hand wearily and it starts shaking violently. Justin grows impatient and he breaks the hold at the same moment that Rhaps' hand slaps the canvas for the first time.

Justin turns and looks at the referee hopefully, but he starts shaking his head vigorously, electing to continue the match. Justin starts shouting expletives as he raises his fist and threatens the in ring official. The referee shouts warnings at the 'Real Rockstar' and he eventually gets his temper under control and he turns his attention back to the match and the stricken Rhaps.

TBCB Justin

[justin]

Justin spins around to see Rhaps coming at Justin with his shoulders down aiming for a spear. Justin falls back with his head pounding off the mat, and Rhaps smiles as he bends down and punches Justin in the forehead several times before the ref stops the illegal action.

JP: These superstars are doing whatever it takes to get a win here.

Ray: …And I like it!

While Justin begins to recover from the vicious blows to his face, Rhaps runs to the nearest set of ropes and plunges back onto Justin with a perfectly maneuvered Lionsault. Stunning Justin, Rhaps then follows up with a few kicks to the midsection and ribs. Finally Justin rolls out of the way and is able to hit a desperate drop toe hold. Which is quickly followed by an ankle lock.

JP: Justin seems to be focusing on the lower back and legs of Rhaps tonight.

Ray: You should enjoy that strategy JP.

But, rather than apply a continues pressure on the ankle Justin begins to talk smack with a few fans who are obviously cheering for Rhaps to win the title. This lets The Safety Ranger slip out of the hold and in turn hit Justin with a flipping neck breaker. Now both men are lying on the mat staring straight up into the rafter lights; both men exhausted and out of breath, the ref begins his counting the men out. The fans join in the count as the referee gets to three. Finally Justin stumbles to his feet as Rhaps is still lying on the mat hopelessly. The Real Rockstar stands above Rhaps as he begins to stomp away at the Rhaps’ hands and then finally begins to slap and bat at Rhaps’ head.

JP: What an arrogant piece of garbage.

Ray: I love it!

This only angers Rhaps who jumps to his feet staring straight at Justin and then runs after The Real Rockstar hitting him with a massive clothesline.

JP: Ha ha that reminds me of the attack in the pool. Justin deserves that much!

Justin jumps to his feet only to be hit with another clothesline. Rhaps with the fans behind him begins to take control of the match. The Safety Ranger quickly picks Justin to his feet, and makes a very impacting hurricanrana that is followed by a frog splash from the top turnbuckle. Rhaps quickly goes for the pin, but on instinct Justin pulls his shoulder off the mat before the referee can put his hand down for the three. As Rhaps becomes slightly frustrated he rolls to the outside of the ring slamming his hands on the apron and pacing around the ring. Rhaps grabs his ice cream from Lizzie and begins to calm his nerves when Justin seems to have recovered and is merely waiting in the ring for The Safety Ranger. Rhaps spins around and drops his ice cream as Justin hits a baseball slide to Rhaps chest.

JP: Interesting turn of events here.

Ray: I like it when he eats ice cream! I really like it!!

Both men now on the out side the referee begins to complain to the men to return to the ring and begins a count out.

JP: This is good for Justin being that he will retain the gold, but for Rhaps on the other hand, he needs to get back to the ring.

As Justin pulls Rhaps up he is hit with a fist to the jaw which sends The Real Rockstar back into the metal ring post. Before the ref gets past seven Rhaps rolls into the ring and then back out to start the count over. He then continues to beat Justin by shoving him into the barricade head first. Rhaps quickly follows Justin over to the barricade and is immediately grabbed and slapped by many of his fans extremely excited to be this close to their idol. This makes Rhaps lose focus and Justin is able to put is shoulder into the gut of Rhaps. The Real Rockstar then rolls Rhaps back into the ring and climbs in himself.

Ray: What the hell are you doing Justin?

JP: Maybe he wants I suck cocks and win the right way.

Justin then goes back to the outside of the ring and takes a few quick pictures with a female fan. He then signs her shirt and turns around only to be hit with a diving corkscrew moonsault from Rhaps. The Safety Ranger then pulls Justin up and back into the ring and he himself climbs the turnbuckle and hits yet another moonsault hoping to finish the match here.

JP Oh my God! Justin is such a c0cky punk! he deserves to be beaten tonight. What a disgrace to the Charging Glory title.

Ray: That little skank! I want him to sign my chest!


JP: That has got to be it… go for the pin Rhaps!

[Rhaps]

Rhaps doesn't hesitate as he rushes over to where Justin lays on the canvas. Rhaps tries to make the pin but his opponent moves with lightning speed, grabbing hold of Rhaps' midsection and flipping him over onto the canvas.

Ray: The champ has got him with a possum pin, no! Rhaps had to scramble his way out of that pin, ooh, that oh so sexy Justin showing he's got the mental acumen as well as the physical traits to go with it.

JP: What's come over you recently Ray?

Ray: What are you talking about?

JP: Well, your grammar has improved a lot. You almost sounded intelligent there.

Ray pouts quietly as Rhaps rushes Justin. Justin swings wildly, his aiming badly inaccurate as Rhaps easily ducks under it. Justin turns to face his opponent almost immediately but Rhaps explodes out of nowhere, jumping onto Justin's extended knee. As he buckles Rhaps swings himself round, blasting his head with a huge Shining Wizard. Justin drops to the mat like a dead weight, his brains suddenly scrambled by the tremendous force of the kick to the side of the head.

Rhaps rolls the World Champion over and goes for a cover. Instinctively, Justin rolls out of the pin attempt, raising his shoulders off the mat before the referee has a chance to slap the canvas for the all important three count. Rhaps shuffles to one side and sits on the mat, and look of consternation and surprise written across his face, amazed at Justin's heart and resilience. He stands up and places his hands on his knees as he stares a hole through Justin, concentrating on his next planned offensive manoeuvre. The 'Real Rockstar' stumbles to his feet, dragging himself first to his knees before wobbling slightly as he gains a vertical base. Rhaps suddenly uncoils, booting Justin in the ribs, bending him double. He hooks his head under his arm and signals to the crowd that a DDT is imminent. Suddenly, from out of nowhere Justin spins himself out of the move, grabbing hold of Rhaps' free left arm and wrenching it painfully behind his back.

JP: Counter, what a counter! From out of nowhere the World Champion squeezes his way out of that DDT and into a Half Nelson hold.

Ray: That's right Jimmy, that's why he's the champ and Rhaps is the one who's the chump.

Justin pulls Rhaps' arm further up his back, causing him to blink painfully. He starts swaying against the move in an effort to gain leverage and to find a counter. Justin stops the attempt immediately. He hoists Rhaps off of his feet and half suplexes and half drops him over his head in a modified Half Nelson Slam, ramming the challenger's head and neck painfully into the unyielding mat of the ring.

Justin turns quickly and goes for the cover but Rhaps raises his feet and halts Justin's progress. He grabs hold of Rhaps' feet but he kicks away, causing the 'Real Rockstar' to stumble backwards awkwardly. He has a look of mild annoyance written on his face as Rhaps swings himself to his feet. Justin charges at his opponent with an attempted clothesline. Rhaps deftly ducks underneath the attempt and he jumps towards the ropes. He hits them squarely, snapping himself back into the ring easily. Justin doesn't have time to react as Rhaps hooks both his arms around his head and drives it into the canvas with a strange looking DDT. His head bounces off the canvas, rising with the wave of momentum before crumpling gently into a heap in the centre of the ring.

JP: What an impressive display of aerial tactics there from Rhaps. All he has to do is continue to utilise those sorts of moves and he can keep Justin suitably off balance.

Rhaps hooks both of Justin's legs as he uses it to try and gain extra leverage in the pinfall. The referee begins the count, reaching two before Justin lets out a scream, rolling his shoulder off the mat at the same time. Rhaps hammers the mat in frustration at having been denied yet another near pinfall by the Champion's sheer determination. Rhaps helps Justin into a sitting position before wrapping his arms around Justin's neck in a head lock. Justin grits his teeth against the submission hold and he brings his hands up to Rhaps' face shakily. He fumbles around for a couple of moments before hooking his hands around Rhaps' neck. He uses all his strength and hoists against Rhaps. Rhaps is pulled over Justin's head and he lands in front. Immediately Justin pins both of his shoulders down and he tries to hold Rhaps in place long enough to get the pinfall.

The referee raises his hand dramatically and he slams his open palm against the canvas to count the pin. At the count of one Rhaps rolls against the pin. He manages to roll out of Justin's grip and he rolls over him, bringing Justin's shoulder into contact with the mat with his legs. Quickly the referee shifts his position and he starts to count Justin. Just as quickly Justin takes hold of Rhaps' legs and he spins to the side, causing both men to twist dramatically out of the pinfall at the count of two. Amazingly Justin manages to keep hold of Rhaps' legs as he stands up. He flips himself forward so he is lying across Rhaps. The referee is rapidly back on his knees to count yet another near pinfall.

The audience let off the all too familiar 'ooh' as Rhaps throws Justin off of him to the side. Both men lie next to each other for only an instant before they spring back to their feet and retreat into opposite corners of the ring.

JP: What a series of near falls and counters there. This is technical wrestling gone mad.

Ray: Yeah, that's why it's boring. Where's the hardcore, where's the blood? Vlad would know what to do.

Rhaps holds his head low, a small grin spread across his face as both men begin to almost pant due to the physical exertion from the match. Justin winks coolly, returning a smile of his own. Both men race out from the respective corners. Rhaps tries to hit a spear but Justin sidesteps it and catches Rhaps with a back heel trip, sending him colliding into the mat at high velocity. Rhaps rolls onto his stomach and gets to his knees, eyeing his opponent as he does so. Justin shrugs his shoulders as both men continue to size each other up. Justin steps closer when Rhaps abruptly jumps to his feet and skilfully leaps into the air, nailing Justin with a drop kick against his chin.

Rhaps jumps over the fallen 'Rockstar' and jumps up to the second rope with his back turned to the ring. He mounts the turnbuckle and as he turns Justin springs himself onto the second rope, crashing into Rhaps with a massive clothesline, knocking him off his precarious perch. Rhaps falls back, smashing into the steel of the ring steps behind him, the jagged metal ripping against his fragile flesh, gouging into his skin as blood pours freely from the scratches. Rhaps lies unmoving for a couple of seconds as the referee begins to count him out. The count reaches four before Rhaps begins to show any sign of movement.

Justin mounts the turnbuckle himself and on the referee's count of five he leaps from it with a moonsault, smashing into Rhaps, compacting him between the World Champion and the steel.

JP: What a sick move. What's going to happen next?

TBCB Justin

[justin]

As Justin lands the moonsault he lands very awkwardly making him flop onto the concrete floor as both men lie on the outside the ref checks to make sure both men are still capable of fighting. After assuring that neither superstar's health was in danger he restarts the count out because Justin is now on the outside. Rhaps slowly pulls himself up to his feet moving his head back and forth to stretch out his neck as he clinches his eyes from the pain in his head and entire body. Quickly clearing the cobwebs Rhaps notices that Justin Michael is still on the concrete floor. Rhaps pulls Justin up by his hair, leaving a sweaty imprint of his body on the concrete floor. At this point the referee's count is up to seven, so The Safety Ranger rolls Justin into the ring and climbs up the onto the apron himself. Rhaps waits for Justin to stir up and then finally springboards onto the ropes and into the ring with a flying clothesline connecting across the throat of The Real Rockstar. With a some what awkward connection Justin Michael does not fall to the mat, but instead just stands holding his throat and coughing vigorously. Rhaps takes full advantage of the effect and grapples The Real Rockstar from behind. Rhaps powers Justin up and hits a backdrop, which makes Justin Michael cough even harder. The ref tries to pull Rhaps back so that he can check on the World Champion, but Rhaps pushes forward still gunning to win the title.

JP: I think Justin might be seriously injured here.

Ray: No... not my champion Justin!... I can go give him mouth to mouth if that might help!

JP: He might have crushed his throat. This could be serious Ray there is no time for your gay jokes.

The referee is unable to hold Rhaps back as he begins to stomp away at The Real Rockstar. The referee finally grabs Rhaps and orders him to stop or he will be disqualified. The referee kneels down and checks Justin as Rhaps stands in front of Justin's face with his back turned taunting the few Rock Soldiers in the arena. Justin jumps to his feet and then quickly chop blocks the unsuspecting Safety Ranger.

JP: God Damn him! How many times can he do this before some one realizes he is a phony piece of...

Ray: Jimmy! I have never seen you get so anger. This is a family show, so let's keep the swearing down please.

JP: It's just that I hate to see a GHW superstar in danger as they perform for the fans, and that arrogant punk was faking an injury.


After the chop block Justin gets back to his feet with a huge cocky grin on his face. Justin goes back to work on Rhaps' leg as he puts him in a Texas Clover Leaf. With each tug The Safety Ranger grits his teeth and shivers in pain. Rhaps holds his eyes wide open as he reaches for the ropes hoping only to the tip of his finger on the rope. Luckily the ref notices the rope slightly move signally that Rhaps did indeed touch the rope, so he begins to yell for Justin to release the hold. Failing to follow the rules the ref begins to yell at Justin Michael and give him a five count. Making sure to get every extra advantage he can The Real Rockstar waits till the count of four to release the submission. The ref lectures Justin telling him not to go that far again or he will be liable for a disqualification. The Real Rockstar shrugs it of, but this only gave Rhaps time to get up and kick Justin in the midsection, and then follow up with a spinning kick tripping Justin. The move doing little effect Justin jumps back to his feet squaring off with Rhaps.

JP: A great way to slow the pace and get Justin out of rhythm by Rhaps.

The two men jump into a grapple Rhaps getting the speed advantage and taking a standing switch getting behind The Real Rockstar. Rhaps quickly pulls a dragon sleeper forcing Justin's lower back onto his knee along with the sleeper maneuver. As Justin attempts to wiggle out of the submission before he loses too much air, Rhaps some how stops The Real Rockstar by flipping him into the air and onto his shoulder. Rhaps follows with a running power slam as the fans cheer seeing the unique move and huge show of strength. Realizing that this move could end a match, Rhaps follows up with a pin. Through exhaustion Rhaps fails to hook Justin's leg which enables him to easily kick out of the move at two.

JP: A costly mental error by Rhaps; this possibly cost him the match here tonight.

Ray: I always knew he was a brawn and no brain... it truly is a shame too.

Out of frustration, Rhaps pounds the mat, but quickly returns to the assault as he pulls Justin up again, but Justin stops Rhaps as he hits a lightning fast Northern lights suplex. Justin holds the arc going for the pin, but merely gets a two count as every other pin attempt has fallen short. Justin releases the pin attempt and returns to his feet waiting for Rhaps to do the same. Both men stand on their feet and Justin quickly forces Rhaps into a Irish whip which puts him into the turnbuckles Justin rushes to attack Rhaps, and once he gets to the corner himself he places Rhaps onto the top rope and climbs up himself. They throw a few punches and then Justin finally gets the advantage and hits a super belly to belly suplex.

JP: What a move!!

Ray: OH MY GOD!

The massive move shakes the ring as both men lie on the mat. the referee checks on both men and then begins to count them out.

[Rhaps]

The referee's count reaches six before either man has moved. The crowd begins to roar at the respective superstars as the referee's count climbs yet even higher in an almost urgent plea for them to continue the match. Rhaps eventually climbs to his feet by using the ropes. Justin follows suit soon after. They turn to look at each other through bleary eyes as both men wobble and sway dangerously on their feet. The referee waves his hands in a gesture to continue the match to a timekeeper on outside the ring and he retreats to a corner.

Rhaps and Justin head towards each other and they stand, their eyes locking against one another as they both try and stare a whole through their opponent. Suddenly Justin moves, bringing a knee up into Rhaps' gut, driving the wind out of him. He goes down onto one knee as Justin runs at the ropes and uses the momentum to drive his knee into Rhaps' face. The sound of the clash causes a few murmurs from the audience in response as Rhaps crumples in a heap. Instead of going for a pin Justin jumps at his opponent and he brings his boot crashing down into Rhaps' abdomen. He rises from the mat sharply, clutching at his chest as he rolls to the side coughing. As he does so blood is sprayed onto the mat. The referee sees this and he has a look of concern on his face as he tries to push Justin away from Rhaps and check on his condition at the same time. Justin eventually backs off while wearing a sick smile of pleasure.

JP: What damage must have been done from Justin's whole weight slamming down onto Rhaps' stomach caused?

Ray: Stop pretending you care about Rhaps' welfare. You've got to love the Real Rockstar and the hardcore edge he's given this match. Its real genius to be able to do this while staying within the rules but doing this much damage.

JP: You're right about one thing..wait. What have you got there?

Ray: It's my Justin doll to go with my Vlad doll. Now I can have matches with them.

Ray hugs both dolls as the referee continues to check on Rhaps' condition. Rhaps' face is a mask of pain as he touches the more sensitive areas on his torso, the bruising already appearing as a testament to the damage caused by Justin. Rhaps rolls over onto his hands and knees as he breathes painfully through gritted teeth. Justin runs in quickly and delivers a vicious kick to Rhaps' solar plexus, attacking the already injured area on Rhaps' body. He is driven back to the mat, lying face up in a semi-conscious state. Justin calls for a microphone and a stage hand offers him one through the ropes.

Justin: This is what you get for those clotheslines you ice cream freak! You just found out what it means to cross the Real Rockstar and don't forget it.

Justin throws the microphone to the outside and he begins to stomp the air from Rhaps' body, each shot causing him to grimace in pain. The referee signals to someone out of sight and soon EMTs are rushing to the ring to check on Rhaps. They slide underneath the bottom rope and almost forcibly stop Justin in his relentless assault. Justin backs off while holding his hands up. He turns around to look at Rhaps as the EMTs check on him. He raises his hand into the air, signalling to the crowd that he believes he has won due to the possible extent of Rhaps' injuries.

JP: It looks like Justin has won this match because I don't think Rhaps can get up from a series of shots like that.

Ray: This is one of the happiest moments of my life. Justin has finally put the ice cream one in his place.

JP: That may be but.....what the hell? How can he possibly?

The EMTs retreat in surprise as Rhaps uses the ropes to gain a vertical base. Justin's smug look is wiped from his face and is replaced by one of chagrin as they lock into an intensive stare. Rhaps lets go of the ropes and walks into the centre of the ring, exhibiting the fact that he can still move but only just. Suddenly he charges Justin. The Real Rockstar ducks under a clothesline attempt but Rhaps still shows his speed and agility as he smoothly turns and delivers a stinging chop to Justin's chest. Rhaps raises his left arm and hits another chop. His opponent swipes the air with a right hand but Rhaps lets the fist fly by his head before closing the distance once more and following it up with yet another chop. Justin stumbles backwards from the onslaught, his chest now red. As he does so Rhaps charges in and crashes his arm across his chest, causing him to land on the mat with a dull thud from the clothesline.

As Justin lands on the canvas Rhaps grabs his chest and his breathing becomes laboured, testament to the injuries to his stomach. Justin slowly gets to his feet and he shakes his head, still surprised by the speed of Rhaps' attack despite his injuries. Justin gains a vertical base and he leans against the ropes. Rhaps sees his opponent's precarious position and he holds his head down low. Rhaps races headlong at the Real Rockstar, hitting a huge spear, causing both men to spill through the ropes to the outside.

JP: How can Rhaps continue this match? He's showing true heart, grit and determination here.

Ray: Come on Justin. You can't let it end like this.

Rhaps is the first to his feet since Justin took the brunt of the impact. He rolls underneath the bottom rope and rolls out again, breaking the referee's count out. He heads over to the steel stairs and climbs them before edging his way onto the centre of the apron. He stands there as he waits for Justin to get to his feet. He does so at the count to three and Rhaps jumps from the apron with a flying cross body. Just at the point of impact Rhaps collides against Justin it sends the 'Holy S**t' chant reverberating through the audience. Justin somehow manages to counter in mid air, catching Rhaps' head and pulling back as he takes the brunt of the cross body. Justin lands on the concrete with Rhaps' weight on top of him and Rhaps' head smashes against the ground.

JP: What a mid air counter by Justin. That is simply amazing, the mid air modified DDT off the cross body! Can you believe that?

Ray: Ok, calm down Jimmy.

TBCB Justin.

[justin]

Although Justin took a hard fall after being hit with the cross body, Rhaps took a harder thump as his head pounded onto the concrete floor. The ref in fear of either men’s health yet again quickly checks on them and assures they are both capable of continuing. Shortly after he begins the count out. Finally by eight Rhaps has gotten to his knees and is clutching at the ring apron trying to pull himself into the ring. He climbs up onto the apron and as he attempts to get into the ring Justin pulls his leg and drags him back out of the ring in an attempt to continue the count and get a count out draw and retain the title.

JP: He got in! He was in!

After some thought the ref restarts the count as both men are back on the outside of the ring. Justin struggles to his feet still a little insensible from the previous attack. Rhaps also pulls himself up, dodging a few punches from the Real Rockstar and then getting back into the ring knowing that he can’t win from a count out. Justin reluctantly follows him back into the ring climbing to his feet and meeting The Safety Ranger face to face. Both men seem a little sluggish due to the fatigue. Justin quickly attempts an Irish whip that is followed by a awkward Samoan Drop that makes Rhaps bounce off the canvas with an extreme sting shooting across his back.

Ray: Burst of energy from the Real Rockstar. I wonder if he has that much endurance in bed.

JP: Wouldn’t you like to find out.


Somehow The Real Rockstar is able to get up to his feet and hit a superstar press from the corner of the ring. Justin Michael lands perfectly so that all he has to do is hook Rhaps’ leg and he is set for a pin. With much effort Rhaps works his shoulder off the mat and through his face a desperate expression is shown along with puddles of sweat streaming down his face and onto the canvas. Justin now extremely frustrated, so he rubs his hand through his hair with a look of exasperation. He then wipes the sweat away so that it does not bead up and sting his eyes. Still enraged Justin bangs on the mat and begins to yell furiously at the referee.

JP: What a little cry baby!

Ray: He is just showing his emotions. I think it is sexy when a man is real sensitive.

Rhaps strives to get to his feet as his legs are shaky he nearly collapses back to the mat, but instead falls back onto the ropes. This gives him some momentum and he is able to hit a quick face crusher on the unsuspecting Real Rockstar. Unremarkably Justin jumps back to his feet superman like as he seems to be unfazed, but then suddenly falls face first back to the mat as if his feet were taken out from underneath him. And a plopping sound echoes throughout the silent arena.

JP: Amazing how all the fans are so tranced into this match that you could almost quite literally here a pin drop.

Ray: I mean this match has been fairly intense. My sexy superstar almost put Rhaps in a stretcher, and that ice cream eating fool has nearly broken his nose.

JP: I think it is very possible that Justin’s nose is broken Ray.



Rhaps looks around the arena taunting and making his fans cheer louder and louder as he waits for Justin to get to his feet. Finally after a very long minute The Real Rockstar stumbles up and gets to his feet and is blasted with a spear that nearly cuts Justin Michael in half. Everyone one in the arena knowing that this is a famous finisher of Rhaps they anticipate the cover, but Rhaps knows it will take more than just a spear to finish Justin off. Justin is seemingly knocked out, so Rhaps quickly repositions Justin ensuring that he will be able to connect with the top rope maneuver. After he jumps up to the top rope and prepares for a frog splash that will surely end the match and crown a new champion, but Rhaps looses his footing , but quickly recovers and still stands on the top rope. Sadly that slight error gives Justin time to recover and right as Rhaps begins to descend, The Real Rockstar rockets himself into the air and hit’s a picture perfect Crack a Smile. This leaves both men on the mat and the fans in aww…anticipating a cover.

JP: Oh my god! A top rope super neck breaker!!

Ray: That was insane. Justin you have to cover him! Come on My Rockstar.



OOC: This will be my final post due to the new rules of last minute posting and whatever

[Rhaps]

Neither man moves after the insane move pulled off by Justin. The crowd yell at the superstars in the ring. Slowly Justin turns himself onto his stomach and he drags himself towards the seemingly unconscious Rhaps. The air is filled with the ‘Rockstar’ chants as Justin edges his way to a victory. The referee waits expectantly as Justin finally reaches Rhaps before rushing over as Justin dramatically raises his arm and loops it across his opponent’s chest.

JP: This could be it. Oh, how in the hell did Rhaps kick out? The only thing that I can think of is that there was a delay between that Crack a Smile and the cover which gave Rhaps enough time to be able get his shoulder off the mat in time.

Ray: Curse Rhaps and his ice cream eating habits. It’s the strawberry stuff that has given the Safety Ranger this ability to survive in long matches.

Justin raises himself to his knees and he begins to look desperate as Rhaps begins to stir. He pleads with the referee but he simply shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders in the face of Justin’s repeated insults. He places his hands on his knees and, with a huge effort; he raises himself to a vertical base as he waits for Rhaps to do the same. He quickly grows impatient by his opponent’s lack of progress so he holds him by the head and almost lifts him to his feet.

As he does so Rhaps reacts quickly. He loops his arms around Justin and he locks in a Bear Hug submission hold. The move takes its toll of both Fighty fighty persons as it restricts the air supply in Justin’s chest while rubbing painfully against Rhaps’ injured torso region. Rhaps starts to flag before Justin even shows the early signs of tapping out and he takes advantage of the shift in momentum. Justin returns the favour by wrapping his arms around Rhaps and he locks in the submission. After a minute of pain, Rhaps finally breaks contact. Suddenly Justin screams as he hoists Rhaps over his head in a belly to belly suplex. Rhaps is rocketed over ‘The Real Rockstar’s’ head but, amazingly, he lands on his feet. He drops into a crouching position because of the momentum of the move but he manages to maintain balance.

Before Justin can fully react to the chain of events, Rhaps leaps at the ropes from his crouching position as he near perfectly lands on the second rope. Rhaps jumps to the top and he rebounds into the ring. As he does so he extends his right leg, nailing Justin in the cheek with a springboard Enzuiguri.

JP: Rhaps is certainly shown an impressive display of aerial ability tonight. I think it’s safe to say he’s put it all on the line in this brutal singles match.

Ray: Justin will win though, there’s no way he can match his pure sexiness and Rockstar abilities.

Rhaps lands awkwardly on his side and he holds onto his torso in agony as the pain spreads across his weary body, incapacitating him briefly. He tries to shrug off the pain as Justin raises his hand to his face, shaking his head as he does so. His jaw is numb from the impact of the massive kick to the face and he looks dazed and confused. Rhaps breaths heavily as he heads towards the turnbuckle. Slowly he climbs atop it but he doesn’t bother turning around. He pushes against the corner, jumping back into the ring. As he does so he turns himself in mid air and assumes a sitting position. Rhaps lands a modified leg drop on Justin, his body crashing against Justin’s head and chest diagonally.

JP: What a modified leg drop. Rhaps had to turn 180 degrees in mid air to be able to land that move, despite being injured.

Ray: Oh please, I think you’ve got a case of too much Rhaps on the brain.

Rhaps rolls onto his side after hitting the spinning leg drop. He exhales in short, sharp bursts as the effort of continuing the match grows to even greater proportions. This is seen by some of the fans and they stand up and applaud the performance of both superstars in the ring. Rhaps rolls himself onto his stomach and he uses his hands to lever himself to his knees. Slowly he reaches a vertical base and he retreats to a corner, leaning against it as the sweat rolls down his forehead.

Justin meanwhile has partly recovered from the onslaught. He sees Rhaps leaned in the corner and with frightening speed he is back to his feet. He lets fly suddenly with a huge clothesline, his arm smashing into Rhaps' chest. Justin's opponent collapses into a sitting position in the corner while Justin smiles to himself. He starts stomping the wind out of Rhaps and he is shaken against the padding like a rag doll as Justin continues his relentless attack. Quickly Justin changes tack as he places his foot on Rhaps' throat and he starts choking him. Rhaps' arms scrabble at Justin's foot uselessly while Justin continues to deprive the Safety Ranger of oxygen. The referee starts counting Justin. The 'Real Rockstar' breaks the choke on four and he turns back into the ring with his hands raised above his head in triumph. Rhaps drops limply to the mat, his eyes closed as his fans shout support.

TBCB

[Vladimir T. Strife]

Match Over