Ryan Hughes vs. Jerry Nate

[Ryan Hughes]

The Genesis theme music blares over the arena speakers as the opening title graphics finish. 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 crudely drawn homemade signs towards the screen for the folks back home. As the camera sweeps over the sold out bleachers, the unmistakable voice of EVPW’s lead commentator can be heard… just about.

Jimmy-"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Eagle Vision Professional Wrestling’s GENESIS… LIVE ON PAY PER VIEW! What a show we have for you tonight-”



At that moment, “Sonne” from Rammstein crackles in to life, and the German metal coerces the fans in the Solid Core Gymnasium to rise to their feet and buzz with excitement. The excitement grows in to a roar of approval when they see the ButcherTron portraying big moments spanning the career of the Mancunian Mauler, Ryan Hughes- the roar only grows in volume when the man himself appears from behind the curtains to make his first in ring appearance for well over a year.

Jimmy-"Ever since the news broke last week on Decimation, the sports entertainment media has been buzzing to find out whether it was true that Ryan Hughes will be making his much awaited return to the ring. Tonight, you have your answer!”
Ray-"He’s here, and he’s looking yummier than ever! I can hardly contain myself!"
Jimmy-“Keep it in your pants, Ray!”

Ryan takes a moment at the top of the stage, scanning his eyes across the entire Gymnasium to soak in an atmosphere he hasn’t felt for so long. The tingles on his arms were almost foreign to him. Hughes looks different to when he was last seen in a wrestling ring, what was once stubble is now a full beard, and the trunks have been replaced with regular work pants and a vest underneath his blazer. He stays stood, almost motionless at the top of the ramp, but the powerful chorus kicks him back in to gear and he strides forward towards the ring. Making a left turn, the Englishman climbs the steps with the usual clang, walking along the ring apron til he reaches half way. Facing the crowd, he puts his right fist in to the air, and shouts “I’M RYAN HUGHES, AND YOU’RE NOT!” which some fans even join in on. With a smirk on his face, the returnee enters the ring.

Lizzie-“The following contest is a No Disqualification match! Introducing first, making his return to Eagle Vision Professional Wrestling tonight. From Manchester, England, weighing in at 250lbs… this is Ryan HUGHES!”

Hughes enters the ring, acknowledging Miss Morna as he crosses over to the fans on the other side of the Gymnasium, before raising his fist in their direction also to a loud cheer. Satisfied with himself, he walks around the inner circumference of the ring before stopping and turning to face the stage, awaiting his first opponent in over a year.


TBC

[Jaggeroth/Jerry/Grimey]

"Oh shit!"

"HIT THE DECK!"

The battle raged on and on
Fuelled by the venom of hatred for man
Consistently, without the eyes to see
By those who revel in sewer equally

We, the prosperity of the future seal
Cloaked by the thunders of the north wind
Born to capture the essence of
The trails of our kind

Zero tolerance must be issued forth
Behind the enemy's line
So it shall be written
And so it shall be done so it shall be done

Twin trials of fire run down the sides of the entrance ramp as the music hits, the house lights turn an unearthly red. Fog starts emitting from behind the entrance curtain, it fans out and starts its march down the ramp, covering up the area.

Zero tolerance must be issued forth Behind the enemy's line
So it shall be written
And so it shall be done so it shall be done

Strobe lights flicker on the stage revealing a single, monstrous figure standing at the top of the entrance ramp, its long hair is flicked back as it starts its descent down the ramp. With fire raging at both side, the Time Killer breaks through the fog, his mask is stitched back up, a few pieces are missing along the right side. Jaggeroth looks around as the crowd vents the frustrations of the common man on him. The Time Killer gets on his knees as a spot light shines on him, the white light has a covering over it projecting a maroon pentagram which Jaggeroth kneels in the center of. A camera man gets in front of Jag as he bows to all that is evil and wrong. As the Psycho King raises his hands in the air again the lights completely go out except for the insignia of evil, a strong up flow of fire rises from both sides of the entrance ramp. The arena is lit up from the fury of the raging hell fire as Jaggeroth raises from the ground and slowly walks to the apron.

Become your oooooooooown congregation
Measure the sovereignty of it's invigoration

We, who not deny the animal of our nature
We, who yearn to preserve our liberation
We, who face darkness in our hearts with a solemn fire
We, who aspire to the truth and pursue it's strength

"Introducing next! From the haunted cornfields of NE-BRAAAASKA, weighing in at 290 pounds and standing six feet EIGHT inches! He is the final GHW World Champion, THIS-IIIIS-JAAAAGGGGEEEERRRROOOOTH!"


A mic was lethargically taken out of Jaggeroth's pocket and clicked on with a loud hiss.

"I'm sorry, you look like you were expecting someone else. Metal Dragon maybe? Nooo, tonight you get me, and I get you. And as my eyes venture over towards the stalls, I see a few machines I'd love to dip your stupid looking face inside. You should have stayed retired, Hughes! It would have been a lot less painful to explain retirement to your daughter than loss of pride...hehehehahahahHAHAHAHAHAHA!"


The mic was slammed down against the as Jaggeroth ventured closer to the ring. The war frame of the Psychotic Mastermind walks up the steel steps, his eyes stay fixed at the Mastadon as he slides between the top and bottom rope. Once inside the ring, Jaggeroth began the awkward stare down with Hughes. This match had no meaning to it, except complete annihilation.

TBCB: Ryan "Spank my bottom" Hughes

[Jaggeroth/Jerry/Grimey]

Welcome to the 6 day rule, post reserved, fool)

[Jaggeroth/Jerry/Grimey]

-A cyclonic chant of approval swirled around the ring from the rafters on high, the fans knew they were really going to get their money's worth now in the opening match alone as the two legendary rivals circled each other. Their pre-match shit talking ritual was still underway before the bell rang out to start tonight's festivities. A soon as the three clacks of metal on metal rang out, the two titans lunged at one another and took their each other in both palms in the middle of the ring. "You've gotten soft, crumpet fucker!" The Great Satan chuckled, delighted that his rival's strength had diminished in his retirement as they stood, locked together with their palms and knuckles fighting for superiority. The Manchester Mastodon had legitimate fear spreading over his face as his knee began to buckle under his psychotic opponent's strength. "Your first match back, and your daughter has to watch you kneel to the better man already!?" The Great Satan giggled, the black holes in his mask peering down into Ryan's soul as he prepared to render his opponent's early demise. The Manchesterian broke down under the mountain of madness, his knee hitting the mat but only for a mere second before his arms gave way. "Piss off, ya' bloody nutter!" The resulting switch in physics caused the Great Satan to lean and bend over Ryan's shoulder, giving the Gentleman a sudden advantage as his legs and arms worked in unison, kicking up and hugging around to get the big pile of crazy off his feet and off his feet. Jaggeroth's mass flipped forward as Ryan's fell back in a sloppy belly to back suplex to splatter the Psycho King against the mat.-

"Yes! If anyone can shame that disgusting excuse for a human being tonight, it's Ryan "Fuckin'" Hughes!"

"I wouldn't start celebrating just yet, fool! I haven't even begun to fight!"

"...did..did your voice just change? What's wrong with your eyes?..."

"Hughes isn't getting the best of me tonight. He should have stayed retired!"


-As Jimmy tried to scoot further away from the grumbling Ray, Ryan Hughes was already up and at em'. A short bounce off the ropes later saw the back of his thigh dropping across the upper-body of the downed Psychopath. Ryan stood, observing his opponent's displeasure at having his chest caved in, so the Gentleman gave a little shuffle and delivered another drop of the leg for good measure. As Jaggeroth twitched against the mat like an epileptic rag doll, Hughes stood up and raised a single fist in the air to receive his much deserved praise from the fandom. He turned, fully expecting to still see Jaggeroth disposed of on the mat. The beast was still alive as Ryan turned, a giant war frame sprung up from a kneal swinging a clawed hand across the Mauler's cheek. An escape plan was hatched as Ryan fell backwards against the mat and rolled away as the lifeless eyes of the Masked Madman watched with a cackle. The unsettling scene of Hughes running from the sociopath silenced the crowd as Ryan wiped a finger over his cheek, the bumps of a laceration already beginning to swell.-

"What the hell was that? Do demons fight like little girls down in hell!?"

"I'll claw out your brains and eat my cereal from the bottom of your fucking skull, Jimmy!"

"..wha-what!?"

"....I know all your sins."


-The two titans stood, Ryan staring knives up at the Psychopath in the ring as the blank eyes and mouth hole in Jaggeroth's mask showed no emotion. Ryan knew the mind games, and he knew that violence only needed to be matched more violence when it came to the Nebraskan Leviathan, and Jaggeroth had a lot more violence planned, so this might turn a tad bit bloody. As Hughes moved to find a bludgeoning device, Jaggeroth sprinted and slid out of the ring on the opposing side. A steel chair would have to suffice for Hughes as he hurried with weapon in hand, but stopped as suddenly as he started. A set of ring steps was flung through the air towards the Manchester Mastodon, who shrugged it off as if it was an everyday occurrence after it landed just short of hitting him or being lobbed over the safety railing. The steps were only a momentary distraction though, as the Demon of Elkhorn Valley came sprinting his massive girth and kicked off the steel steps with both knees aiming for Ryan's chest. Like a professional chess player, Ryan considered his options in a split second with the reserve and prowess of a true British Gentleman as he slammed the steel chair into the Psycho's knees as he soared towards him. The Demon King slapped against the announcer's table, sliding across with the momentum and landing on the other side in a heap.-

"Holy shit! It's only the first match of the night and almost lost the table already!"

"Shut the hell up, Jimmy!"

"Hey. it's not my fault your new flame is losing, hard!"

-The Psycho King stood up and slammed his palms against the table, both the Master of Mayhem and Raye starred him in the face and spoke in unison.-

"I HAVEN'T EVEN BEGUN TO FIGHT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

-The Demon of Elkhorn Valley limped back towards his opponent while Jimmy started to piss himself silly. The British Berserker raised the steel chair again and swung sideways at the mountain of crazy coming towards him with malice written over his masked facade. Jaggeroth swung himself backwards to avoid the chair before his body shifted and rushed forward with a single step to brain to brain with Hughes, his forehead winning out against the Manchester Candidate. Hughes dropped to the ground with a sudden groan as he felt his ankles taken and dragged, when he brushed the blood from his busted head he saw where he was being taken to, a cotton candy machine...-

TBCB: Hughes (fuck it, I'm tired.)