versus

The Ginga

Singles Match

Referee: Grant August

[The crowd roar as Peter Santos steps into the centre of the ring and the lights fade slightly as he bellows into the mike.]

Peter Santos: This match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring first, from South London, England, weighing in at 182 lbs., accompanied by Jezebel, "The Dizzee One" Raskit!

["Hold Ya Mouf" by Dizzee Rascal explodes from the PA system as Raskit strides out with Jezebel on his arm, he taunts the fans and begins to walk down the entrance ramp.]

JP: What a piece of trash, just look at him, he's so damn cocky and yet he's never won a match here in the MWF let alone stepped in the ring.

Sully: You are judging him before he's even had a chance JP, that's not like you.

JP: I know it's the whole innoncent until proven guilty but this guy just...annoys the hell out of me!

Sully: Well The Ginga annoys me! We're even.

[Raskit slides into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, his skinny frame grabs the top rope and he taunts to the crowd as Jezebel wiggles her ass for the fans.]

JP: Disgraceful, which gutter did she crawl from?

Sully: John Pilkington! Take that back, Jezebel is one beautiful young woman....you wouldn't say no.

JP: I think I would, I'd catch something!

[JP is cut off as Peter Santos begins bellowing again, the crowd turning and getting to their feet as they look towards the entrance way.]

Peter Santos: And the opponent, from Florida, weighing in at 252 lbs., The Ginga!

[A huge cheer goes up as orange lights fill the entrance way and orange pyro fizzes in a line up the ramp...it hits the top of the ramp and The Ginga comes striding through over the pyro and he roars to the fans who shout encouragement back at the number one contender for the MWF Television Championship.]

Sully: Look at him, ginger's can never be successful.

JP: That's just harist.

Sully: It's not harist! He just won't be successful.

JP: Raskit is giving away a lot of weight to The Ginga tonight, almost seven-five pounds and I'm not sure if Raskit can do anything to stop himself losing...Ginga can hit those powerful moves.

Sully: He's not as agile as "The Dizzee One" though...

[The Ginga climbs into the ring and the crowd roar as he walks straight up to Raskit and stares into his eyes, Raskit is a little taken aback and Grant August steps inbetween the two men. The Ginga's hair is bleached half red and half orange, he turns round and raises his arms to the crowd....but the arms are dropped as Raskit before the bell has even rung jumps The Ginga and takes him down with a kick to the back of the knee. The Ginga drops to one knee and Raskit begins punching The Ginga in the back of the head...Grant August calls for Raskit to stop. "The Dizzee One" doesn't stop pounding the right hands in until The Ginga is dropped to the mat.]

JP: Look at that! The cheek...to attack a man like The Ginga from behind.

Sully: Seems to be happening a lot these days.

[The Ginga slowly picks himself up and is sent down to a sitting position thanks to a snapmare from Raskit....Jezebel cheers on her man from ringside, flashing her cleavage as she bends over and slaps the canvas...Raskit slowly pulls The Ginga to his feet and the crowd jeer as The Ginga is sent down for a neckbreaker, Raskit with lightning speed has an inside cradle and Grant August counts....1.....2! The Ginga breaks out of the hold...looking stunned. Raskit gets to his feet slowly.]

JP: That was pretty good speed there from Raskit, if he wants to stand any chance he has to try and get those legs running.

Sully: He'll be running rings around the slow cumbersome Ginga that's for sure.

JP: If The Ginga gets Raskit into the corner then it will be goodnight vienna, he just needs to use that weight advantage and the match will be over before you know it.

[Raskit sends The Ginga into the ropes...The Ginga comes running back and Raskit looks for a spinning head scissors...he leaps up but The Ginga when Raskit is in mid-air catches him and the crowd roar as "The Dizzee One" is sent down for a huge snap powerbomb. The Ginga laughs as Raskit holds his back and Jezebel cries out for her boyfriend...The Ginga points to the turnbuckle and the crowd cheer as Raskit is manhandeled to his feet and sent flying towards the turnbuckle. Raskit hits the turnbuckle hard and the crowd roar as all two hundred a fifty pounds of The Ginga thuds into him soon after. Raskit begins to slump down but The Ginga hauls him up further and mounts Raskit, he raises the right hand and brings it down.....1......2......3......4.......5.......6....The Ginga pauses on the sixth punch and the crowd jeer as Raskit pushes The Ginga down and The Ginga slams onto the mat.]

Sully: Haha! That'll teach him to try and throw his weight around...Raskit is on form tonight, he's making a good impression.

JP: Better than I thought he would be...but it won't last.

["The Dizzee One" climbs up the turnbuckle, The Ginga laid out below him. He pauses and taunts to the crowd...Jezebel cheers and claps as Raskit leaps off with a moonsault, he flips and comes down straight onto The Ginga, hooking the leg and Grant August hits the mat with his hand......1.......2! The Ginga kicks out to cheers from the fans.]

Sully: Why are this crowd supporting The Ginga? He's the real piece of trash!

JP: They know who the better wrestler is and they are making sure they get behind the right man.

Sully: That was one hell of a moon sault from "The Dizzee One".

[The Ginga sits up and Raskit dropkicks him in the back...The Ginga leans forwards and staggers to his feet, clutching his back...Raskit comes from behind and bulldogs The Ginga hard into the mat. Raskit signals to Jezebel and she cheers as Raskit stalks The Ginga. The Ginga is down on the mat but he rolls over and begins to slowly get to his feet...Raskit is crouched ready to pounce...]

JP: What's this?

Sully: A little something called The Broken Silence!

[The Ginga is now standing and the crowd roar as Raskit looks for The Broken Silence...his leg shoots up for the move but at the last second The Ginga ducks. The foot of Raskit sails over The Ginga, he is off balance and The Ginga kicks Raskit in the knee and executes a huge DDT...both men are down, The Ginga through exertion and Raskit through the impact of the move. The Ginga manages to roll over and Grant August counts the pin....1......2.! Raskit rolls a shoulder. The Ginga looking annoyed gets to his feet and drags Raskit, "The Dizzee One" is holding his head, looking stunned by the force of the move and he is sent into the ropes. The crowd roar as he comes running back and into the arms of The Ginga, a huge belly to belly suplex quakes the ring and squashes the air and life out of Raskit. The Ginga covers....1.....2! Raskit rolls the shoulder again.]

JP: For God sake! This Raskit just won't go in his basket.

Sully: Oh very funny JP...wait a second who is that?

JP: It's Conrad Peyser! What the hell is he doing out here?

["The Distinguished Gentlemen" Conrad Peyser walks down the entrance way, watching the ring as The Ginga picks up Raskit and the crowd roar as Raskit is sent running headfirst into the turnbuckle. The Ginga hasn't spotted Peyser yet and the crowd shout warning as The Ginga hammers away on Raskit in the corner, right hands flying as Raskit is slumped down. Jezebel cries out for her boyfriend and calls for Grant August to do something, August calls The Ginga to stop punching and warns him about clenched fists. "The Dizzee One" truly is dizzy as The Ginga pulls him to his feet and smashes Raskit's head into the turnbuckle, Raskit collapses onto the ropes as The Ginga turns round to taunt to the fans when he spots Conrad Peyser standing at the bottom of the entrance ramp.]

Sully: Conrad Peyser, he's a true gentlemen you know JP...got some real talent in the ring to.

JP: I wouldn't describe him as real talent, he seems intent on making The Ginga's life hell that's for sure.

Sully: These two seem to be swapping words reguarly. Wonder what Conrad wants out here tonight.

[The Ginga walks to the ropes on the far side of the ring, leans over them and shouts at Conrad Peyser..."The Distinguished Gentlemen" shrugs, The Ginga takes a step to move from the ring but Conrad backs away slightly...Conrad suddenly starts laughing. The Ginga looks confused...he isn't so confused as Raskit grabs him from behind and rolls him up with a schoolboy, Raskit has a foot on the ropes for leverage but Grant August doesn't spot it.....1......2.....3! The bell sounds as Raskit jumps to his feet, arms raised, Jezebel slides into the ring and wraps her arms around her boyfriend.]

JP: God damnit! The Ginga was distracted and then Raskit had his foot on the ropes to cheat a win.

Sully: Conrad played his part, see The Ginga isn't as great as you all say he is.

JP: He was out numbered and cheated out of a win...he had Raskit down and out, if it wasn't for that damn Conrad he'd of won yet another match but instead he loses a bit of momentum going into that match with Troy Knight.

Peter Santos: And your winner, through pinfall, Raskit!

Sully: What a debut for the man from England, he really showed his class.

JP: With a bit of help...now what's he doing?

[Raskit is stamping on The Ginga...the crowd jeering as Conrad Peyser slowly climbs into the ring, Raskit turns and eyes Conrad suspiciously but "The Distinguished Gentlemen" assures Raskit he is here on good terms and to prove so he bends down and rakes eyes of The Ginga. The Ginga rolls over, screaming in pain as Conrad hauls him to his feet and Conrad Peyser lifts up The Ginga...the ring is shaken as he executes the Conrad Confrontation! The Ginga's head is driven into the mat...Conrad rolls away, and motions to Peter Santos for a mike.]

Sully: What a move! The Ginga hasn't had much luck over these last few days, I guess his luck has finally run out.

JP: Poor Ginga, that must of hurt, now we have to listen to some Conrad Peyser rubbish talk.

Sully: At least we get to see a little more of Jezebel, that is one hot babe.

[Conrad Peyser above the jeers of the crowd, raises his voice slightly.]

Peyser: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, or should I see, simple men and simple women. You can't even begin to comprehend what I have just done...I've taken your, Ginga, here and made him into the man we all know he is. Worthless, pathetic...and defeatist. What you just witnessed was the Conrad Confrontation! I like to come down here and get a little involved, my learned friend here, Rascal was it?

[Raskit whispers his proper name, Conrad nods.]

Peyser: Sorry, not Rascal, but Raskit was putting on a fine performance and I simply wanted to see a little more of his wrestling first hand. The Ginga also needs checking out...I mean this is the man who wants to become MWF Television Champion, we can't have him on television when he can't even wrestle properly!

[The crowd jeer Conrad loudly, he laughs.]

Peyser: You'll be seeing a lot, lot, more of me Ginga.

[Conrad Peyser passes the mike back to Peter Santos as "Bet" by 7 plays again over the PA system and Conrad Peyser taunts the crowd before making his way from the ring, Raskit and Jezebel embrace while The Ginga is checked out by Grant August.]

JP: I can't believe that, it was a disgrace...Conrad Peyser is no gentlemen, he's a cheat!

Sully: He was just checking the performance of Raskit, you heard him.

JP: And you believe him Sully? You really are more gullable than I thought.

Sully: I'm not gullable, you just don't like people unless the crowd like them! I doubt that's the last we'll see of Conrad Peyser and The Ginga in the ring together.