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by kiel297 » Feb 18th, '11, 19:52
JD takes to the ring, looks at a piece of card in his hand, raises his eyebrows and begins to speak
JD: Our opening contest for tonight is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring first, from Cheshire, England, he is the classiest man to ever grace a WWR ring, Charles REMMINGTON-SMYYYYYYYYYYTHE!
A rock version of God Save The Queen plays and the arena turns blue. Heavy boos almost drown the music out as Smythe and his butler Chives step out onto the stage and begin walking to the ring.
AJ: Look at this man. So cocky, so confident in his own ability that he doesn't care about anyone but himself.
Mike: No doubt about it, but as we saw last week, he can get the job done.
AJ: But can he do it again Mike? Or will his own confidence get the better of him as he steps in the ring with Ace Hunter?
Smythe stands in the center of the ring, gets down on one knee and flexes his muscles as fireworks shoot up from the corners behind him.
The arena lights go back to normal and Smythe music cuts. Ace Hunter's music plays and he begins making his way down to the ring.
JD: And his opponent, Ace HUNTER!
As Hunter stands on the center of the middle rope, he is sent over the top and dumped on the floor in a surprise attack by Remmington-Smythe.
AJ: Well Charles Remmington-Smythe wasting absolutely no time in getting this contest started, dumping Hunter right on his head.
Mike: A fall like that could easily put someone out of action AJ! I guess we've learned that you don't turn your back on Charles Remmington-Smythe.
Smythe gets out the ring and sends Hunter straight into the ring steps with a forceful irish whip. He walks over, picks Hunter up by his hair and tosses him back in the ring. The referee signals for the match to begin and the bell rings. Smythe carelessly wanders over to Ace, flipping off a fan on the way, when suddenly Ace springs up, runs at the ropes and Charles is met with a forceful clothesline which catches him right in the jaw!
AJ: What did I say, Mike? Looks like Charles underestimated Ace Hunter, and he paid the price for it right there!
Charles rolls out of the ring, massaging his jaw and yells a Chives to "get his fat arse over here". Chives obediantly waddles over as fast as he can, and assures Smythe that his face is undamaged. Smythe gets back in the ring as Ace Hunter leans back in the corner, with a smirk.
Mike: As much as Charles may have underestimated Ace, he just pissed him off big time! Ace better make sure he can keep outrunning Remmington-Smythe!
Charles and Ace stand nose to nose in the center of the ring, while Charles trash talks him. The referee separates them, and Charles delivers a backhand slap so hard it is audible up in the back row!
AJ: I think that's a given Mike! Charles is like a shark now, and I think he just smelled blood!
Mike: Well if he didn't before he does now!
Ace runs at Charles with a bloodied lip, and attempts another clothesline. Charles easily dodges it, and hits him with boot to the face. Charles heads over to the turnbuckle and removes the padding, unaware that Ace is getting up behind him. Ace runs at Charles, and dropkicks him chest first into the exposed turnbuckle. As Charles staggers back, Ace rolls him up into a cover.
ONE
TWO
Charles kicks out with ease.
AJ: I think Charles may want to rethink his strategies through.
Mike: No kidding! Ace Hunter is all over him in this match!
A furious Charles scrambles to his feet and delivers a shot to the forehead of Ace Hunter, knocking him down to the canvas. Charles places Ace throat-first on the bottom rope and presses his foot down on Ace's back with such force that Ace goes red within a few seconds. The referee counts to four, and Charles releases the hold.
AJ: You were saying, Mike?
Charles picks Hunter up, and whips him over to the ropes, delivering a brutal clothesline to Ace, whose head snaps back off the canvas. Charles picks him up once more, but Hunter delivers a cheap shot to the gut, and hits Charles with a stiff enziguiri. Charles goes straight down to the mat and Ace tries for the cover again.
ONE
TWO
THR- Charles gets his foot on the bottom rope and the ref calls for the rope break.
AJ: Charles just can't seem to keep the advantage here! Every time he does, he is immediately taken back down by Ace Hunter!
Mike: I don't think Charles is seeming so cocky right now AJ. He's gotta be wondering what he has to do to keep Ace down here!
AJ: I don't think he can Mike! WWR Vortex returns after this commercial break.
~Cuts to commercial break~
~Returns to commercial break~
AJ: Welcome back to WWR Vortex, where Charles Remmington-Smythe takes on Ace Hunter!
Mike: During the commercial break, Hunter has dominated Smythe in every way!
Double feature plays while AJ and Mike speak and shows Ace Hunter fly off of the top turnbuckle and hit a missile dropkick on Charles Remmington-Smythe. Cut back to the in-ring action and Ace is stomping on Charles in the corner. He picks Charles up and sets him up standing in the corner and walks to the other side of the ring. Ace charges towards Smythe, but just before he gets there, Charles bolts out of the way and straight into the referee who is sent tumbling from the ring.
AJ: The ref is down! Anything goes now!
Mike: This could be the chance Smythe has been waiting for to get the upper hand!
Ace Hunter runs against the ropes but is hit with a brutal shot to the back with a steel chair from Chives!
AJ: What?! Chives just smacked Ace Hunter in the back with that chair!
Mike: But the referee's down AJ! If he doesn't see it, it didn't happen!
Charles walks over to Ace and lays him out with his finisher, the sit-out Tiger Bomb! Chives runs round to the other side of the ring to toss the referee back in. The referee sees Charles covering Ace and begins to count.
ONE
TWO
THREE!
The crowd erupts with boos, as the referee signals for the bell and Charles Remmington-Smythe's music plays.
JD: Here is your winner, Charles REMMINGTON-SMYTHE!
Charles walks over and snatches the microphone from JD.
Charles: You[JD], don't get out of the ring. Get back over here you little toe rag. I stood there in the back while you read my introduction, listening, and watching you on the monitors. What was that little face you gave after you read the card? You don't agree that Charles Remmington-Smythe is the classiest individual to ever grace a WWR ring? Do you, or do you not?
JD stands there awkwardly and avoids eye contact with Charles. The crowd is on the verge of chucking trash into the ring.
Charles: LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU! DO YOU, OR DO YOU NOT, AGREE THAT CHARLES REMMINGTON-SMYTHE IS THE CLASSIEST MAN TO EVER STEP IN A WWR RING! A CLASSIER MAN THAN YOUR STUPID SELF EVERYONE ELSE IN THIS ARENA?
Charles slaps the taste out of JD's mouth before he can answer.
Charles: Get out of my ring you useless waste of space. Now, the rest of you! That is what you call a classy victory! You all call it cheating, and you call it dispicable, but you say that because you're jealous! You're jealous that you don't have the money or class to have a butler like Chives to MAKE SURE you win! Two to nothing in WWR so far. Next week I WILL make it three, and I don't care who I have to run through to do it! Although, in this place, I don't figure it'll be too hard. You saw last week, you've people desperate to leave this place and go to the rival!
Charles gives a little smirk
Charles: But don't worry, because no matter who I have to go through, whether it be Ace Killer here, or... Chris Everlast, I will take WWR, and all of you, closer and closer, to true class.
Charles drops the microphone, his music hits and he exits the ring while Ace Hunter lays in the ring motionless.
AJ: This man makes me sick!
Mike: You me both AJ, but while he's got Chives at his side, Charles Remmington-Smythe is a force to reckoned with here on WWR Vortex!
