Nicholas Carson vs. Ricky Masters

[Ricky Masters]

Lizzie Morna: Ladies and Gentlemen, Our next match of the evening is set for One fall!

Suddenly, as the lights slowly dim with men covering them up with light paper, Burn in my Light by Mercy Drive takes the arena by a booming hit of sounds. The audience quickly go into an outrage, booing the man before he even appears up on the stage.

JP: Well, look who decided to show up after all. I hope his vacation was relaxing.

Ray: Oh quit your yabbering Jimmy, he needed the break. Though I do wonder why he didn't call me.

JP: Oh, I'm sure he probably wanted to Ray, but I don't think he could even find the phone.

Lizzie: Our first contestant in this match up, weighing in tonight at 271 lbs., hailing from St. Louis, Missouri, he is the current Television champion, Riiicky Masters!

Ricky grins at the top of the stage, his hands instantly into the air in his most annoying pose. A wet wad of paper slaps him across his face. Masters, with up most dignity, completey ignores the shot and walks down the ramp, and into the ring.

tbc Nicholas

[Ricky Masters]

OOC: ROFL, I have to admit. That was some funny shit. FYI, if you can, stay with Ricky's move set. It is practically his gimmick.

~Ding ding ding~
The bell sounds, signifying the beginning of the third match this evening.

Ricky Masters looks dumb-founded. His face still positioned to the side as if some kind of puppet you can move into any position and would stay in place. Nicholas blinks, confused why Masters hasn't moved or reacted to that horrifying bitch slap. He looks up and down before slightly poking Masters in the chest. Ricky tips over, you can even hear the metaphorical roots tearing from the mat, and the distant yell,"TIMBER!" Actually, that was the audience. Ricky falls stiff as a needle to the canvas, still as dumb-founded as ever.

JP: I think Nicholas knocked out whatever IQ points Ricky Masters had left.

Ray: Mm...That just makes him an easier prey.

JP: Oh god.. Are you serious?

Even still, Carson had no idea that someone with his brains was able to even make it into the wrestling business. He shrugs lightly placing his foot on top of his opponents chest. The ref takes his first toll of the match, slamming his hand into the mat.

1..
2..

Ricky, what we think over exaggerates his kick-out. His arm flailing upward, throwing him over on his stomach. He couldn't believe he kicked out after such a devastating slap. Nicholas takes a deep sigh, helping Ricky up to his feet with one hand. Masters thanks Carson for the help and tries to walk off, forgetting he had a match entirely. The New superstar had no intention of just letting him walk off, and head butts the heavyweight in the back of the head. Ricky's body was able to catch himself in the ropes, grabbing his head in sever pain and stares back at Carson. The sinning grin lurking his way showed he was not going to be able to leave anytime soon.

Eventually, within range, Ricky was able to lay in a European Uppercut, causing his opponent to back off for a second. Masters follows up with a stiff clothesline, smacking Carson on his back grabbing his throat.

tbc Nicholas