versus

"The Epitome of Exellence" GP Richter

Singles Match

Referee: Chad Pattison

["Superstar" by Saliva hits on the speakers, as Shawn Richards steps out from behind the curtains to a cheer from the Mankato crowd.]

Peter Santos: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. And introducing the first contestant, weighing in at 221 pounds from Bournemouth, England Shawn 'The Stuntman' Richards!

[Shawn runs down the ramp and slides under the bottom rope and rises his hands in the air.]

JP: Are we going too see some tricks from the Stuntman tonight?

Sully: I sure hope so.

Peter Santos: And his opponent, weighing in at 190 pounds, from Oakland, GP Richter!

['It Tricky' by RMC music hits as GP runs out onto the ramp to a set of boo's. He carries on walking down the ramp and when he gets to the ring he jumps onto the out side of it.]

JP: This should be a good opening match up.

[The bell sounds as Shawn Richards bursts straight out of the blocks with a running clothesline that sends GP Richter's flying off his feet. He gets back up, but Shawn takes him back down with a Spinning heel kick, and then goes for a quick cover, but Richter's kicks out easily.]

JP: He's not going to win with a move like that.

[Shawn remains on the offence and he sets Richter's up for a DDT, but Richer grabs his arm so he can't fully hook his head and fights out. He kicks Shawn right in the gut, making him keel over, clutching his stomach. Richter's grabs Shawn and takes him down with a Russian leg sweep. Both men are quickly back up but Richter's is more aware of what is happing and takes Shawn down with an arm bar take down. Shawn is back up again but is only met by another arm bar take down by Richter's. Shawn Richards crawls to the ropes and pulls himself to the middle. Richter's takes a step back and begins to run towards him. But Shawn sees this and quickly drops down to the mat as Richter hurtles through the middle rope.]

Sully: GP Richter's just got a bit too head of steam there.

[Shawn takes this time to get back to his feet as GP Richter's rolls back into the ring before the count can begin. But he is only met by a kick on his lower back as he tries to get up. Shawn drops an elbow to his to Richter's back. He turns him over and pins as Chad Pattison counts, but only gets a two count before Richter get his shoulder up.]

Sully: That was close.

[Shawn Richards hops up back to his feet as Richter slowly gets back up to his feet too. Shawn goes for a clothesline but Richter ducks under it hitting a neck breaker on him. Richter jumps back to his feet and walks over to Shawn. He grabs one of his legs and locks in the Boston crap. Shawn lays out on his back, and Richter's leans back harder and harder, as Shawn yells in pain.]

JP: The pain is immense I wouldn't be surprised if Shawn taps out here.

[Shawn reaches desperately for the ropes. GP Richter however has other plans and drags him back towards the centre of the ring. Chad Pattison asks Shawn if he wants to give up, but he screams no and begins to make a move for the ropes. The reaches out as far as he possibly can before collapsing and being dragged back towards the centre of the ring.]

Sully: How much move can Shawn handle?

[GP leans further back on the move, showing how much he wants to win the match focusing on a point. His hands somehow slip and he loses his grip on Shawn legs, and he is able to get free. Shawn scuttles out of the ring as GP Richter's follows him. Shawn is favouring his right leg.]

JP: It looks as if Shawn's leg is killing.

Sully: That's obviously JP. Even I could figure that one out.

JP: You don't have to be sarcastic about it.

Sully: I wasn't I was just pointing out the obvious, John.

JP: Just, just get back to the match.

[Shawn is now back to his feet as Richter is walking around the ring to meet him. Shawn sees this and rolls back into the ring. GP follows, as he is back onto his feet before Shawn. Richter grabs hold of Shawn's hair and pulls him up. He grabs his arm and Irish whips him into the corner. GP runs up as Shawn somehow comes flying out of the turnbuckle with a spear. The force of it sends them to the opposite side of the ring.]

JP: Were did that come from?

Sully: It looks like the Stuntman is ready to play some tricks.

JP: This isn't blackjack Sully.

[The crowd begin to cheer louder as Shawn slowly rolls onto his stomach and stretches his arm across the chess of GP Richter's. Chad Pattison begins the count. 1…2… GP gets his shoulder up again. The fans are stunned as GP refuses to give up that easily. Shawn crawls over to the turn buckle and pulls him self up. He starts to climb to the top as GP shows no signs of movement.]

JP: This is it, its time for The Definition.

Sully: The what?

JP: It's an elbow drop Sully, this is the kind of things you need to know to be a great commentator like me.

Sully: Why couldn't he just call it an Elbow Drop?

JP: Sully, I'm not getting into this discussion right now.

[Now Shawn is at the top of the turnbuckle as he jumps into the air, Richter's turns his body over in an attempt to move away but Shawn lands his Elbow Drop onto his back.]

JP: Smart thinking by Richter's there. If he's on his back he can't loose.

[Shawn finally finds enough power to turn him over. He cover's but doesn't hold GP's leg and only gets a two count. Shawn shambles up to his feet again. And walks over to the turn buckle and waits as GP Richter's slowly gets up. When he does he hits him with a big super kick to the face. Shawn falls on top off GP as Chad starts the pin again. 1…2…kick out.]

Sully: How is GP Richter's doing this. He's taking a beating but still won't give up.

[Shawn gets back onto his feet and pulls GP up with him. He Irish whips him into the ropes, and goes for a clothesline but GP ducks under it and jumps onto the middle rope. Shawn runs but before he can get to him GP jumps off and grabs hold of his head and spins in mid air hitting his Epicenter.]

JP: This is it GP Richter's can pull it off.

[GP gets back to his feet but doesn't go for the pin but walks over to the turnbuckle and jumps to the top.]

JP: Well it looks as if GP wants to make sure Shawn doesn't get up.

[GP takes his time as Shawn gets up and jumps onto the turnbuckle as well grabbing hold of GP and hitting and DDT off the top rope, he keeps hold of him, rolling him up for a pin, as Chad is quickly down to count the three count.]

Peter Santos: And your winner, through pinfall, Shawn Richards!

JP: What a match that was. If only GP went for the cover he could be the one celebrating his first win in MWF.

[We cut backstage and pan out from a vending machine to see Kidd Kidman working his biceps and triceps with a series of simple stretches against the wall.]

Sully: There's that trouble-maker Kidd Kidman. What's he got up his sleeve, JP?

JP: Not a thing. You know as well as I do, Sully, this guy is a real wrestler.

Sully: No, no you got that wrong. HE is a real wrestler.

[We pan out once more to see Atlas leaning against the side of the vending machine. He gives the machine a firm tap and knocks a bottle of water loose. Kidd turns and steps up to Atlas.]

Kidd Kidman: You wanna give me some space, big man?

Atlas: I'd back off if I were you, little boy.

Kidd Kidman: Well you're not me, are you? You're Atlas, the freakishly tall asshole!

[Atlas lunges forward and pushes Kidman back into the wall. He takes the youngster by the throat and lifts him high up the wall. Kidd struggles as Aylas pins him up.]

Kidd Kidman: Ugh!

Atlas: That's right, Kiddy. "Ugh." You'll be hearing that noise so much more before the night's over, along with Mike Savage and Matt Moore.

[Atlas drops Kidd and strolls away. Kidman holds his throat tenderly and grumbles.]

Kidd Kidman: The difference is you'll be the one making the noise, bitch.

[We cut back to JP and Sully. Sully sits back and smiles.]

Sully: Atlas is my hero! He just humiliated that little twirp!

JP: Well I think you're the only one happy about that, Sully.