TV Title Match

[Angel Huerta]

With the Cage hanging from the ceiling, not yet on it's way down, Matt walks out wearing gray shorts that go half way to his ankles, no shirt showing his beautifuly sculpted six pack, and two fingerless gloves on his right hand in white it says "DRUG" written across his knuckles and "FREE" His high-lighted brown and blond hair is put up neatly in a Fohawk.

[Ryan Hughes]

Matt Turnbull paces back and forth in the ring, eagerly awaiting his chance to take out the TV Champion, something that so far, 5 other men have failed to do. He pulls on the ropes; testing their sturdiness, and also stretching his biceps too.

"Matt looks ready for this one. He is a new man, and he looks ready.”

"So basically, hopping around a bit and pulling on the ropes makes you ready?”

"Whatever…. Anyway, this match is the first time gold will be on the line tonight, and the winner will have to be wary of *insert name here* who just won that barbed wire ladder match.”

"Seriously, why would you face Ryan or Matt for the TV title when you have the Imperial title? Whoever wins would end up in the burns unit anyway. Easy money."

THE SICKENING TASTE OF HOMOPHOBIC JOKES, IMAGES OF FACSIST FOLKS, BEAM ME UP COZ’ I CAN’T BREEEEEAAAAAAAATHE…….......SPACEMAN, I ALWAYS WANTED YOU TO GO IN TO SPACE, MAN.

As these words cut through the terse atmosphere like a knife, the arena is plunged in to darkness, as all the houselights and spotlights switch off. The titantron flickers, and a silhouette of a human body comes in to view on a blue background. The pyros go off at the top of the ramp way as the beat of the music, “Spaceman” by Babylon Zoo, kicks in. The lights suddenly flash on, causing the excited fans to scream and shout in anticipation. Ryan comes out, with the coveted TV Title on his shoulder to a rapturous reception from the fans as the titantron shows Ryan using his trademark Strikeout finisher on several opponents from other federations and recent footage of Ryan performing the Mancunian Mash Up, Spiker, Batman Lock and other big moves on opponents from past federations. Ryan is wearing a shirt that bears the symbol “24/7” that is covered by a circle with a line through it. Following him is his manager, Smarky Smark, is carrying Ryan’s trademark “modified” baseball bat, wary not to move his hand in to the barbed wire.


Pungent smells they consumate my home
Beyond the black horizon, trying to take control
See my girl she shivers in her bones
The sun and zenith rising, trying to take us all
Theres a fire between us, so where is your god?
Theres a fire between us, I can't get off the carousel



"Introducing the champion, being accompanied to the ring by “The Shaman of Sci-Fi” Smarky Smark, from Manchester, England, standing at 6'5 and weighing in at 251lbs, he is the EVPW Television Champion.... Ryan Hughes!"

"Man, I don’t like the look in Ryan’s eyes…"

"I wouldn’t be happy either if I was made to defend my title every damn week."

"There is nothing he can do really. The rules are set. The rules are sacred.”

"It’s still bullshit.”


The sickening taste of homophobic jokes
Images of fascist folks
Beam me up 'cause I can't breathe
Spaceman, I always wanted you to go into space man (Intergalactic Christ)


Ryan walks slowly down one side of the ramp way hi-5ing the fans then goes back to hi-5 the other side, all the while with Smarky Smark behind him, geeing the fans up, by giving the traditional Vulcan salute. Ryan notices a kid who has a bat on the front row; he gets it from him, and raises the bat in to the air with authority, then gives it back to the smiling child. Ryan enters the ring, and stares holes in to Matt Turnbull before passing him as he heads to the turnbuckle. When on the second rope, he raises his title with one hand, while giving a Vulcan sign in the other. The music dies down but you can still hear the fans shouting “BATMAN BATMAN”


Ryan motions to Lizzie for a microphone, and she gladly obliges. The Batman tells Matt to wait a second, before raising the mic to his lips:

“VORTIGERN! NOTE THE SHIRT!”

He then removes his shirt, and raises it in the air, making the fans cheer, and laugh. Smarky Smark leaves the ring after giving Ryan some last minute advice, before joining Ray and Jimmy on the commentary table again.

“Well look who it isn’t.”

“SHUT UP! I may become a bit of a regular fixture here, you never know.”

“FUCK!”



TBC Matt

[Angel Huerta]

Both competitors become fixated on the descending cage structure and almost like a wolf howling at the moonlight they stare up. The air is terse and crisp with both athletes having their minds set on one thing: Winning. Matt is the first to look down as the cage is now touching the ground leaving no room for people to get either in or out without embarking on a long climb. With a tense look upon his cleanly shaven face Ryan also looks down and locks eyes with his adversary, neither making the foolish decision to look away, then the alarming sound of the bell is heard ringing in the ears of everyone in the sold out arena. Now both readied superstars meet up in the center of the ring with their opposing hands fully extended towards each other. Inching slowly, they soon entangle their finger of one hand leaving the other free, but only for a moment as soon they find themselves fully engaged in a test of strength. To no surprise almost at all the bigger and much more powerful Batman forces the recovering addict back causing his shoulders to nearly touch the mat, but in a last minute unexpected pitch of effort Matt bottles up enough strength to set himself up with a pop, and avoid the mat. Knowing he couldn’t do much more The Man sends the tip of his boot into the groin of his aggressor forcing him to release his tight grip and lean over to make sure his member is ok. Thinking quickly Matt runs and bounces off ropes only to return to Ryan with a devastating kick to the face, the black laces of his boot brush against the unprotected forehead of the T.V. Champion forcing him to spring into a vertical base for just a second before falling to the mat in pain.

With a look of satisfaction on his face after taking the lead he quickly walks to the side of the Batman who is practically wearing his hands as a mask whist clutching it in pain. The warm sensation felt across Hughes’ thorax nearly soothes him, but soon the nerves spread through out his chest area send a signal to his brain which tells his body to react to it like pain as the heel of Matt’s shinny black boot finds itself a temporary home on Ryan’s chest. A few more bone crushing stomps are delivered until Ryan is able to escape and roll out of danger, or at least puts it off. Backing away Matt begins to stalks Ryan from behind who is now using his hands to push himself up, not knowing of what awaits him. With out noticing the fans who are warning him; Ryan slowly turns around and his eye light up being the only reaction he was fast enough to do as Matt pounces forward and takes the brawler to the mat with his shoulder. Instantly popping back up to his feet Matt stares up the cage and quickly darts his eyes at Ryan who is rolling and holding his abdomen in pain after a sickening spear nearly cut him in half like a lawn mower through grass. Getting a jumping start he grips the metal gate links he starts on his slowly climb up. Opening his eyes Ryan disregards the pain he is in and darts to his feet, and stands in military words “six o’clock” to Matt before reaching up and griping the rim of his adversary’s pants and jerks him off causing him to crash with force onto the canvas. Using this valuable time wisely Ryan starts twisting his body, and rubbing the injured area on his stomach just doing anything to get rid of the ache.

Now seemingly comfortable he returns the stomps given to him earlier but showing his experience the Batman targets a crucial yet tender area on Matt’s body: his oh so useful legs, to rain down his stomps. The Manchester native soon gets exasperated with this slow moving match and decides to spice it up a little. Gripping the spiked up hair of his grounded opponent he pulls him slowly to his feet before throwing his boot into the midsection and thrusting Matt’s head between his legs. Looking at the enthusiastic over his shoulder he hastily hooks both of his restricted opponents arms and hoist Turnbull up so that his head is pointing downward at the mat and his feet up at the ceiling. Hesitantly, yet at a face pace Ryan books it in a straight line and when the timing is right leaps in the air soon Matt’s full body is compacted between the Batman himself and the unforgiving cage. Letting go and stepping back you can see just how hard he is driven into the steel cage as he peels off of his rather then simply falling. Landing hard on his head Matt lays unconscious on the area of the mat between the cage and the ropes.

RW: Well there he goes. The cage is there, and it’s not just a obstacle it’s also a weapon. Allot of careers have been put to rest in that structure, and I wouldn’t be surprised to see an injury here. Although it’s not good, everybody here wants to see it. These fans are definitely blood thirsty.

JP: Well who knows maybe this match will be over before we even know it. Both these superstars are unpredictable and I wouldn’t be surprised to see a move executed that could end it all.

SS: Well I’m pretty sure the Batman will be the one to hit that one move. He’s been training harder then ever since he’s held that title, and I’m not sure he’s ready to let go just yet.

A glowing smile stretches across the Manchester, England resident as he is warmed with a drowning amount of cheers. Throwing his arms up in the air acknowledging the fans respect for him. Although he’d love to play to them some more he knows this is a big match and he can’t waste much more time so he walks to the side of the caged in ring and leans over the rope pulling Matt to his feet leaving him trapped between the cage and the ropes. Turning Matt to face outside the cage, and to the fans Ryan grips just below his opponent’s chin and drops to one knee before quickly releasing, this devastating contraption causes Matt to rebound off the ropes and bounce up crashing into the solid cage once again. His noodle like legs give up from under him and he crashes once again lifelessly to the mat this time rolling out from under the bottom rope. Landing at the feet of Ryan, the Batman drops to his knees and fixes the recovering addict so that he is on his stomach before mounting his two-hundred-forty pound frame on his back and takes Matt’s arms to place them on top of his bent knees before locking his hand together under his chin and pulling back while simultaneously forcing his weight down bending Matt’s back and locking in a tight Camel Clutch.

Screaming in pain at the top of his lung he waves his hand in any which way he can just for self assurance that he can do something. Wondering if this could be the fall of Matt Turnbull the fans are on their feet edgy, and quite awaiting the outcome of this tight hold. They were fans of Matt, but the past shows he can’t be trusted, so for this match cheering for Ryan was their safest bet. Continuing to wrench back Ryan is wearing a face of frustration, annoyed at Matt who is showing only few signs of quitting. Displeased, Ryan reluctantly lets his grip go so he doesn’t have to worry about using up all his energy, and lets The Man fall to the mat with a thud before returning to a vertical base. Giving him no time to rest Ryan pulls his antagonist up once again this time griping his wrist and Irish Whipping him into the corner. With a head of steam the middle weight runs with all the speed he has toward him and spreads his arms waiting for the impact while closing his eyes knowing it’s going to hurt himself. Nearing impact, Matt gather up all his strength to step out of the way leaving Ryan crashing chest first into the very lightly padded metal turnbuckle. Letting out a grunt Ryan staggers back griping his chest while a light goes on Matt’s head and he runs up the turnbuckle like they are steps and recklessly throws himself in the air while doing a back flip, throwing his arm out he catches Ryan’s head under his armpit and tucks his feet up so that he doesn’t land on his feet instead falling straight on his back causing the top of Batman’s head to absorb most of the shock caused by the Inverted DDT.

Displaying his speed Matt makes it quickly to his feet where he spreads his arms, this time the fans give up only a slight fainted wave of cheers. Slightly disappointed at the lack of erotic cheers, the former heroin addict struts toward the laying body of Batman and brings him to his feet by his mid lengthened, dirty blond hair only not to release it when he has him up. The Man forced the weary Ryan Hughes near the closest cage and trusts Batman’s head hard into the brutal metal. The impact sends shockwaves completely through out his whole body whist rattling his brain. Neglecting to release his grip and allow Hughes to remove his head away from the hard, cold, uncomfortable cage Matt pushes hard ad begins to drag his hand in a side-to-side motion scrapping the tender skin of Ryan along the rough metal. Screaming in pain and trying all he can to release himself and escape Ryan tries to do the unthinkable and pry his opponent’s finger off of the back of his head., but it’s to no avail. The release comes on Matt’s time and it’s after a few more nasty scrapes but not before bring his head back and slamming it against the unforgiving cage one last time.

SS: Now come on. How’s that legal. He could have very easily peeled his skin off his face like a potato. This match is starting to get out of hand, come on Ryan put this man in his place.

JP: Well you know this is a Steel Cage match, the cage in most peoples eyes is JUST a weapon.

RW: Matt’s doing an excellent job. I’m starting to see some old school, classic Matt Violence starting to show.

JP: Not sure about that, but the man is getting the job done.

Before Ryan can stray to far from his reach Matt who is standing beside Ryan wraps his arm around his neck, and twist his own leg around Batman’s before leaning forward just for a moment and then jolting backwards falling to the mat with taking down Ryan who absorbs most of the pain and lets out a high pitched scream. Rolling away from Ryan, Matt crawls to his feet where he then begins on his climb up the cage, the match just feet away from being won.

TBC: Ryan

[Ryan Hughes]

(OOC: No need for a double post now, is there Matt?)

Ryan is hurt. He grasps at his neck to try and find the source of the pain, is fumbling and scratching unsuccessful. Matt continues to ascend up the steel cage, feeling that glory and recognition is within his reach as the fans cheer Turnbull on; obviously marking for a title change. Ryan pushes in to a sitting position, and he looks up- hurting his already sore neck in the mean time- to see The Man edging closer and closer towards taking everything The Batman has worked for in EVPW. He won’t stand for this. Ryan, as if he is controlled by an outer power, pushes himself up and half staggers, half runs to the cage wall. Upon his arrival, Ryan forces his body in to the cage, slamming his flesh against the steel, trying to unbalance Turnbull. But it doesn’t work, so Ryan starts to ascend the chain link wall, catching up to Matt. At this point, both men are grabbing the top of the cage, whilst standing on the top rope, pushing it down slightly. Ryan, using great arm strength, lifts himself up of the top rope, as if performing chin ups in a gym. The Batman then starts to swing his legs back and forth, like a pendulum, as the crowd look on in confusion as to what the TV Champion is up to. The message becomes clear soon enough as Ryan gathers enough momentum, and wraps his legs around Turnbull, constricting The Man’s windpipe, causing him to gasp for the little air he can take in. As soon as the move has been on long enough, Matt’s face starts to turn an unhealthy shade of red, and there is less of a fight against the legs wrapped around his neck. Ryan suddenly lets go of the top of the cage, and falls back, causing Matt to somersault towards the unforgiving canvas below, while Ryan falls stomach first on the canvas, the adrenaline rush seemingly over.

“Ryan just saved his TV Title with that maneuver. Matt must be quicker next time.”

“Hell no, Ryan had this planned all along. Lull Matt in to a false sense of security then BAM! Defence number two! The Smarky streak continues!”

The two men lay on the canvas, panting, groaning and spluttering. They haven’t been in the match long, but already the combatants bodies are in a State of Emergency. The EVPW fans continue to show their support for the champion and his pretender to the throne by bellowing out chants at the top of their lungs; hoping to spur their chosen superstars on in this matchup. Turnbull gets on to his hands and knees; chest moving in and out in a desperate bid for oxygen. He pounds his fists against the sweat stained canvas, as if his is pounding his own body in to working. Eventually, he gets up to a vertical base to an appreciative cheer from the E-V-P-Dub faithful, while Ryan struggles to his knees. Matt walks over, but is met with a lightning quick fist to the jaw by Ryan, who was obviously playing possum to lure the challenger in to an attack. Ryan gracefully gets to his feet, and connects with another punch, his time near the temple, forcing Matt to stagger backwards in to the ropes. Ryan grabs Matt, and turns him around so he is facing the fans; neck resting precariously on the top rope. He pushes Matt’s head down, forcing his neck to push against the ropes in the illegal submission maneuver. As Matt splutters and chokes, the spindly looking referee warns Ryan, before starting his mandatory five-count. Ryan lets go at four, not wanting to be disqualified, so he steps back. But no one expects what happens next, as Ryan leaps up; bringing his knees up, before driving them in to Matt’s neck, forcing it evermore in to the top rope, making Turnbull drop to the mat shaking from the impact. The fans gasp, as if they felt exactly what just happened.

“FUCK YEAH! That is how you do it! Pick a part and stick at it!”

“Shit, for the first time, you are making some sense. That is the best thing to do in a match. Work on one part and wear it out.”

“Yeah, like that fucker ever makes sense.”

Ryan dropped to a kneeling position, and now he looks down on the challenger; coughing and wheezing on the mat before him. The champion gives a chuckle, and comically points at the fallen opponent in a moment of giddy childishness. He snaps out of it quickly, realizing that he can’t give Matt Turnbull any time for recuperation. Ryan gets up, and grabs Matt by his large fohawk, causing the challenger to wince and giving him no other option but to comply with Ryan’s directions. Ryan grasps Matt’s shoulder, before pushing him forward, and throws The Man in to the steel cage wall; the cold hard steel meshing with the soft, warm flesh of Turnbull. The force pushes Matt further in to the cage, allowing the steel links to puncture Matt’s flesh and induce blood from the challenger. Matt rebounds back; moaning in agony over the fresh cuts on his arm, and almost falls in to his predator- The Batman. Ryan keeps Matt up, before throwing him once again, but to the other side of the cage. Matt once again smashes in to the steel, cutting his other arm open. But this time, he stays put against the chain link wall in a dazed attempt of confusing the champion. Ryan just rolls his eyes back in annoyance, before running to the ropes adjacent to the side of the cage supporting Turnbull. He jumps up, and lands on the top rope; using the rope as a springboard to fly to further heights. He takes to the air once again, twisting his body around so his outstretched legs face The Man. He straightens up, so he can soar like a missile, and hit Matt harder. After the short feat of acrobatics, Ryan's feet finally connect with the back of Turnbull’s head, forcing it in to the steel. Ryan rolls back to avoid the aftermath, but quickly returns to a vertical base. Matt staggers back, blood starting to pour from a fresh wound above Matt’s right eye. He turns to Ryan, but not before he is kicked in the sternum, making him double over. Ryan locks Matt in a ¾ face lock, obviously looking for his signature move, the Spiker. Ryan goes to fall back but Matt won’t let him. He tries again, but again Matt prevents it. With a great show of tenacity, the bleeding challenger manages to lift Ryan up and over his head, before dropping him to the mat in a fisherman’s suplex.

“What a reversal! Matt is taking everything the champion has and he is giving it back!”

“Yeah, that Matt sure knows how to handle somebody in there. He is giving me so many ideas…”

“This is why I’m glad I am sat at the OPPOSITE end of the table, literally and figuratively. You know what? This match needs to be more extreme.”

On that note, Smarky gets up from his padded seat in the commentary area, and grabs Ryan’s “modified” bat from the front of it. Of course, he is careful when handling this. It contains glass, barbed wire, some thumbtacks, and bits of rubble that have come in to contact with it in some way or another, so he can hurt himself carrying the thing. But instead of heading to the cage wall, he looks under the ring. After a few seconds submerged under the ring apron, he crawls back out from under the ring after observing the mass array of weapons available. In what was his free hand, now rests a second bat- an exact replica of the bat that Ryan has. Smarky calls the attention of both men in the ring, pointing out the two bats he has in his hands; the real one, and the replica, with the word “REPLICA” branded on it. He throws the real bat over the cage first, with Ryan catching it, before retreating to one side of the squared circle. Smarky throws the second one over, and Turnbull catches the replica, rolling it about in his hands. Smarky, sensing that his job is done, winks at The Batman, before returning to his place in the commentary booth.

“See, I’m a fair guy…”

The two men stare intently at each other, and it is Matt who strikes first, swinging the replica bat and just missing Ryan’s head by an inch. The crowd gasp at the close call that the champion suffered, and Ryan’s eyes bulge in surprise. The Batman swings next, slashing in a downwards motion while Matt thrusts the replica forward as if to stop the movement. To everyone’s astonishment, Matt’s bat crumples on impact, and drops to the ground. It was just cardboard shaped in to a bat, with barbed wire wrapped around it.

“…NOT!”

Smarky continues to howl with laughter in the commentary booth, as Matt looks on dumbfounded as the cogs in his brain still try to comprehend what just happened. Ryan stands on the opposite side of the ring, staring at his challenger with a cocky smirk on his face. Matt, getting desperate, grabs the crumpled cardboard “replica”, and throws it at the Batman, with the barbed wire sticking in to his chest. Ryan doesn’t flinch however; he just continues to stand there, with a smile on his face. Matt looks at the crumpled weapon dangling from Ryan’s chest, and thinks one thing…"FUCK! RUN!”. And on that note, Turnbull sidesteps a second swing of the bat by Ryan, and runs away. Matt dodges everything Ryan aims at him, leading Ryan in to a downward spiral of frustration. The crowd really get in to it, some pleading with Matt to escape the champion’s wrath, some cheering because they are about to see someone’s head get taken off. Nice. Matt continues to duck and dive and jump and weave his way around the ring, until Ryan’s frustration reaches a pinnacle, and he thrust the blunt bat at The Man; apparently trying to stab Matt with it. Matt dodges for a final time, and Ryan’s bat continues its straight journey- straight in to the steel cage. The weapon gets acquainted in the chain link surroundings, with the TV Champion not able to pull it out. Matt senses a great chance to get back in to the match, and dropkicks Ryan in the back, making the Batman tumble in to the bat which is tuck in the cage, poking out horizontally. Ryan’s neck crashes in to the wood, and he falls back, hitting his head off the hard canvas. He gets back to his feet, with a surprised look upon the once cocky face. He turns around to look at his assailant, but before he can respond in any way, he is met with a devastating Shining Wizard boot to the side of the head, knocking the champion off his perch once more.

“NO! FUCK NO! HE CAN’T DO THAT!”

“And since when are Shining Wizard’s illegal, oh great one?”

“Since I fucking said so."


TBC

[Angel Huerta]

{Sorry for the shortness, and it it seems a little rushed towards the end. I've just started HS, and I'm a little worn out.}

With his face landing directly on the mat, no hands breaking the fall, matt quickly pounces to his feet and plays to the fans by kidding his index and middle finger on both hands at once and extending them outwards pointing in every which direction. Reacting with much enthusiasm the fans cheer and holler at the top of the lungs, some of the females even blow kisses of their own. With blood dripping from his arms he leans down and grabs a chunk full of Ryan’s dirty blond hair just bringing him to his knees. Dazed Ryan is in no state to defend himself and soon finds himself falling back after Matt brings his right knee into his jaw. With pain overwhelming his body Ryan rolls and kicks his feet on the canvas. Bending down once again only this time The Man grips the BatMAN’s black shaded boot and uses his strength to pull all 251 pounds of Ryan to the center of the ring. Oddly Matt props the England native in a sitting position and steps behind Ryan’s back and out of his view. Bouncing softly off the ropes careful not to hit the cage, he then runs in Ryan’s direction who is unaware of his surroundings’ and leaps just a few inches over his sitting body, and continues on to the other ropes where he bounces off them this time leaving his feet to go air bourn about a yard away from Ryan. After completing a full 360 back-flip Matt sticks his feet out and they go flying right in the nose of the Batman. With a loud popping sound echoing from he heel of Turnbull’s boot and Ryan’s face some of the fans with weak stomachs look the other direction. Laying flat on his back with his arms stead wide out you can see that a small trickle of blood finds itself seeping from Ryan Hughes’s nose, curtsey of an amazing 360 Dropkick.

Now full of energy Matt pops straight to his feet and soon a sick, devilish, sadistic smile crawls across his face. Turning his attention to the side of the cage, but more specifically the modified bat of his adversary. Walking cautiously towards it he licks his lips, almost in a hungry manor before fully extending his right hand and gripping the secure handle of the bat, and pulling it free form the grip of the gate. Again licking his lips, Matt Turnbull raises the modified bat high in the air before turning and focusing his view on his opponents. With two small steps he is standing over Ryan’s nearly broken body. Letting his knees buckle from under himself he flops on Hughes’ stomach forcing out his air and soon bringing the bat down and gently placing the side of it against his exposed chest. Gripping now it both hands Matt begins to roll the bat back and forth ass if he was rolling dough, the tack piece small holes in his skin, as the does the barbed wire while the other items just start to rip apart his tender skin. Screaming in pain Ryan attempts to push the bat away but his hands just get caught in the mess. All he can do is scream and pain and hope that soon Matt will stop. His wish is granted after the bat is rolled across his bloodied chest nearly ten time.

SS: WHAT!! HE CANT DO THAT!!!

RW: Well you know his last name was Violence. It was stupid of you to put a weapon in there with him. You would have been alright if that was Scally, but it’s not.

SS: No wonder this guy was on drugs. He is horrible!!

Throwing the bat to the side, he now starts to uses his hands in what has to me one of the most sadistic ways; he sticks his fingers into the holes on his chest and begins to move his fingers and pull in various directions. Screaming in pain as the wounds get stretched apart and dug into Ryan tries to do anything to stop the processing pain. Soon enough Matt raises to his feet at his own will.. The fans are all degusted and Matt seems to be delighted as he raises his hands and stares deeply at his bloody hands. Now reaching deep in his pocket he pulls out a small blue bag. After he held it in the air for a second everybody sees that inside the bag is heroin. Once again licking his lips he reaches in his back pocket this time pulling out a metal spoon and a lighter. Sitting down in the corner he empties the bag of yellowish-brown powder onto the spoon and spits in it. Using the litter to mix it up for a second he soon begins to heat the spoon up dissolving the powder into the spit. Gently placing the spoon down beside his he digs under the arpon the covers the sides of the ring and reveals that there was a needle hidden under it. After loading it with the heroin he climbs to his feet and slowly and seedily walks to the center of the ring where Ryan is left tending to his painful wounds. Matt slowly bring the needle up to his arm and places it against his vain, just before getting ready to break skin, another thought comes across his mind which brings a smile across his face. Turning to Ryan he brings the needle away from himself and hold it with his thumb on the top. Dropping to his knees he brings the sharp point to the jugular of his adversary just before attempting to poke yet another whole in his body Ryan some how musters up the last of his energy and grips Turnbull’s hand. Unexpectedly Ryan swings his boot around knocking The Man down with a kick to the side of the head. The needle slides across the ring nearly hanging off the edge.

Knowing he can’t just sit and wait for Matt to regain his composure the Batman climbs to his feet and follows Matt who is crawling towards the heroin filled needle, and just as Matt reaches out to grab it his hair is gripped by his opponent and he is jerked back. Despite the pain Matt turns and climbs to his knee while swinging his clenched fist into the abdomen of Ryan. Staggering, Ryan still manages to keep his grip on Matt’s Mohawk and after bring his knee into Matt’s jaw while simultaneously pulling his head in increasing the impact tremendously. Still keeping his grip the Manchester native pulls the middle weight to his feet. Ryan now tucks Turnbull’s head under his pit keeping his head facing the same direction. With great speed Ryan runs forcing his smaller opponent along for the ride and soon ascends himself in the air, flopping on his ass Hughes plants Matt’s face into the hard ring floor with a loud thud echoing through the sold out arena.

Showing great recovering Ryan quickly pops up to his feet while holding his chest with one arm. Using the other hand and waving it in an upward motion while breathlessly saying “Get up,” slowly but surely Matt finds himself standing tall once again, but is knocked down to his back after Ryan trusted forward with his arm outstretched executing a Clothesline. The Lariat isn’t to much as Matt quickly shoot up to his feet and dashes out of the way of another attempt at a Clothesline. The two now engages in a tense stare down while keeping a safe distance form each other, and slowly begins to circle the ring, neither competitor foolish enough to take their focus off one another. Matt is the first to make any movement as he dashes towards Ryan with his shoulder pushes out, side stepping the attack Ryan leaves Turnbull on his way to rebound off the set of ropes behind him. Ready for his return, Ryan bends down with his right hand out and at the right time he pushes himself up while hoisting matt high in the air leaving him to plummet to the hard canvas. Landing on his back he lets out a scream while pushing into a sitting position getting the pressure of his back, a move Ryan it proves to be a bad one as he rushes in and pulls his boot back before projecting it forward ramming his boot hard into the back of his adversary. Letting out a shriek, Matt topple to his side trying to keep from falling on his back. The battered and bruised Ryan takes a moments to gain some of his much need stamina before returning pumped up and ready to go on with the remainder of the match. Quickly pulling Matt to his feet he takes his wrist and send him flying into the corner, rushing towards him just as fast as Matt was sent, he leaps high in the air and spreads his arm fully out and crashes full force into the chest of the number one contender. Backing a way, Ryan turns and while doing so grips the head of Matt who was just about to topple over and places his chin on his shoulder. Giving a quick point to the fans, the TV Champion falls to his but and while bringing Matt with him it forces his jaw to slam against the hard shoulder of Ryan. The impact is so great is send Matt up to a vertical base for a second before he goes flying back against the turnbuckle and to the ring floor.

SS: that is exactly why HE is the champion. Did you see how he stopped Matt from falling to the canvas JUST to hit him with a jaw breaker? Simply amazing, which is why I associate myself with him.

RW: yeah we all saw it, but did you see how Matt tore you MANS chest apart with his own weapon?

JP: Both wrestlers are doing a great job, they are definitely showcasing a great match.

Wasting no time at all the champ climbs to his feet using the ropes for extra support. With the lifting of his boot he begins to stomp on Matt’s left shoulder. Looking up with a smile he soon steps up the ropes and begins to climb.

[Ryan Hughes]

This match has taken its toll on both men tonight. Matt Turnbull is battered and bloodied; chest heaving as he holds his shoulder by the ropes. Ryan Hughes is on the move, but the aftershock of previously maneuvers slow him down immensely compared to what he would normally move at. He holds still for a moment, with his feet on the top rope, and his hands inches from the top of the cage, in order to gather one last burst of energy to send him up and over the unforgiving steel. In his battle weariness, he decides that he doesn’t care if he falls on the way down. He may be hospitalized, but he’d still be the Television Champion. Ryan grits his teeth, and pushes- almost as if he was on the toilet, constipated. He lifts his left leg up, and slots it in to a higher up hole in the cage wall. He does this with his right leg, and follows up by pushing his whole upper body upwards, so he is leaning over the top of the cage slightly. Back on the ground though, Matt is up on his feet, using the cage wall as support. He looks up to see nothing but Ryan’s ass as he tries to climb over the structure. Matt lifts his arms up as high as possible, but he can’t reach the Batman, so he begins his unwilling ascent upwards. He forces himself along the journey, with his mind and body saying “NO!” but his heart and soul shouting “YES!”. Eventually, he reaches Ryan, and swings one of his legs over the top of the cage, so he is perched in a sitting position.

Ryan, sensing imminent danger, swings a half assed right hook at his adversary, which connects. Matt sways backward at the impact of the punch, but returns with a massive right haymaker to Ryan's jaw, knocking the champ senseless. Matt waits for the momentum to force Ryan’s had back, before connecting with a head butt, landing with a thud on Ryan’s skull. On impact, Ryan falls back, as if in slow motion. His grip of the top of the cage slips, and so does he. All Ryan can see now is a long tunnel, and the sensation of swooping backwards through it. All his work, all his dreams, about to be taken away in one cruel moment. THUD! Ryan hits the mat, and doesn’t even bounce back up- the force of his impact caused a small dent to blemish the ring. Matt looks down, and sees the damage he has caused. He thinks to himself about heading down to the mat, ergo winning the TV title, but decides that the fans need to get their money’s worth. With great balance for someone who has had the shit kicked out of him, he stands on the top of the cage wall, facing the ring. After taking a deep breath inwards, he releases it slowly, calming himself. He then leaps, as high as science lets him, before twisting his body backward 180 degrees, and splashing on top of Ryan, driving all the air out of him. Matt bounces off his opponent, before flopping underneath the ropes on the other side of the ring, as the fans strike up a chant of “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

“HOLY SHIT! EXAMPLE OF ATHLETICISM! BAH GAWD HE KILLED HIM! STOP THE DAMN MATCH!”

“Shit Jimmy, you sounded so cliché just then…. FUCKING GET UP RYAN!”

“Well, he can’t. He’s fucking dead! Both of them are!”

Both men lay flat on the mat. Matt, who just executed his finisher, cannot capitalize because he drove the air out of himself as well with that move. Ryan is just sprawled spread eagled in the dent his fall caused, making it seem as though he is lay in his own coffin, but the undertakers didn’t do a good job with the presentation. Every now and then, there is a slight twitch coming from the champion, as though his brain wants to tell everyone he is still alive while his body can’t do anything. Matt twists his head slowly towards the stationary mass on the floor opposite him, and then flips his body over, so he is on his stomach. He crawls along with all his might, dragging his unwanting body along to the broken carcass of the Batman a few meters away. Finally, Matt is in touching distance of his opponent, and he uses Ryan as an object he can use to pull himself along. After pulling himself over Ryan's torso, he flops down, collapsing on top of the TV Champion for the pinfall attempt. The referee, who must be mentally scarred witnessing the carnage he has seen up close and personal tonight, drops down to the mat theatrically, and slaps his hand on the canvas once with the crowd shouting “ONE!”. He does it a second time after checking the Batman’s shoulders “TWO!”. He drops his hand down for the third time, but before it can land on the canvas, Ryan uses what little is left in his tank to push his shoulder inches off the mat, giving the ref no other option but to stop the count.

“What the hell! What does Ryan run on? Energizers?”

“THAT’S MY BOY, RYAN! THAT’S MY FUCKING BOY!”

“Ryan has just let himself in to a whole new vat of trouble now. And to think Smarky, you thought he was dead.”

“That was you, you- never mind…”

Matt turns around, and witnesses the referee putting up two fingers to the crowd and to the timekeeper to his utter disbelief. Matt stares at the man in the zebra striped shirt, eyes bulging. The referee tries to calm him down, but Matt simply covers Ryan again. The referee counts, and once again, Ryan lifts his shoulder at two. Matt gets on to his knees, and starts firing punches at the fallen Batman, and follows them up with a series of headbutts to the skull, anger and frustration rallying the challenger on in this predicament. For a third time, Matt covers Ryan, this time hooking the leg. Surely this time he has done enough? ONE…..TWO…..THR-NOOOO! Matt looks up to the heavens, asking the gods why. Why can’t he defeat this man!? The bulging twitches in his eyes have been replaced with tears, as they start to flow down his cheeks and chin, mingling with the crimson of the blood on his face to make an unholy mix. He pounds the floor three times, while shouting “THAT WAS FUCKING THREE!” in to the atmosphere, in a strained and pleading voice. He stands up, needing help from the ropes again. Matt lets pure rage cloud his mind, and he sees the proverbial “red mist”; stomping on Ryan's stomach, making sure any slight movement he makes is just that- slight. Finally, he picks Ryan up by his thick, dirty blonde hair. Matt doesn’t loosen his grip on the Batman’s locks, but instead uses them to his advantage. He pulls on them, forcing Ryan to follow, and he smashes Ryan’s face in to the steel cage, grinding it like a block of cheese against a cheese grater.

“Ewww. Look at Ryan’s face getting sliced and diced in that steel”

“Sliced and diced…. Isn’t that TMNT?”

“To be honest, I don’t give a fuck.”

Ryan continues to feel the wires cutting into his flesh, opening wounds from past matches, and allowing his sweat glistened face to slowly become a mask of dark crimson. Blood slowly drops from Ryan’s chin and lands on to the canvas, pleasing Matt Turnbull, who doesn’t just want to beat Ryan now, he wants to destroy him. After roughly ten seconds of grinding the champions face in to some unholy mush, Matt lets go, letting Ryan drop to his knees, head resting next to the cage wall. Matt, looking for retribution for the earlier barrage of offense laid upon him earlier, heads to the opposite side of the ring, thinking about a punt of sorts. Before he can get to the other side though, he stumbles on the small dent left from the drop Ryan took earlier. The fall isn’t a simple one though, because on the way, he catches his head off the cage wall, further stretching the laceration on his forehead. Matt stands up, feeling embarrassed more than anything, and he feels his head to check the extent of the damage. He disregards the extra cuts on his face, and sets off on his run that was in his mind all along. He stretches his leg out, looking to punt the champion in to next week, but Ryan pulls his head away at the last minute; sending Matt’s foot through the steel cage. Ryan rolls to solace, while Turnbull tries to pull his leg out of the mesh of twisted metal it is trapped in. The leg comes out, but not without damage- he has a deep cut stretching right down his leg that is leaking blood profusely. Once again, he disregards it, knowing that if there is no pain, there is no gain. He turns around to see Ryan in a volatile position, on his hands and knees. Matt runs at Ryan once again, seeing if he can connect with that kick to the skull the second time around. Ryan anticipates it; he grabs Turnbull’s outstretched leg, and throws it up in the air, causing the Man to fall on to his back. Ryan then quickly gets up, grabbing a hold of both of Turnbull’s legs, and crossing them around his right leg. He turns over, forcing a huge amount of pain and pressure into the lower back of the Man, in a move he prefers to call….

“THE BATMAN LOCK! YES! THE STREAK CONTINUES!”

“Matt face in contorted in pain here, surely he can’t last long?”

“Yeah, but I want to see this match go on all night long!”


TBC

[Angel Huerta]

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