"GMS" Gunman Stinger

versus

"Stud INC" Stud w/Stud INC Phillies

Singles Match

Referee: Chad Pattison

Writer: Jon Beavers

JP: What a match we got lined up here, Sully! Tonight, "GMS" Gunman Stinger is going to lock horns, with the new force in town known as Stud Inc.

Sully: Wake me up when we get to the Thunder Bull match, will you?

JP: Sully!

Sully: Alright, alright. Well tonight, the gauntlets have been thrown  down between these two men, and we find out once and for all just who is the  better wrestler.

JP: That's right These two men are merely moments away from unleashing a six-pack of whoop-ass on each other all over this arena. The technical powerhouse style of Stud against the calculating essence that is Gunman Stinger. I, for one suspect that after the beating that these two men are going to experience, neither man will ever look at the other the same.!

Sully: Sheesh. Lets get to ringside for the introductions!

[The camera cuts perspective, sweeping from the entranceway, down the arena floor, to the ring, where resident employee Peter Santos calls out the two gladiators to the ring.]

Peter Santos: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, the challenger, from San Antonio Texas. Making his first wrestling appearance in an MWF ring standing at 6 4 , and being escorted to the ring by the Stud Inc Phillies, Mona, Richelle, Liliana, and Amythest, Please welcome, Stud Inc. !!

[The camera rises from its shot of Santos, to the entrance way. Exploder by Audioslave beings to play. The arena is literally rocking with cheers as Stud Inc. comes out. The girls are extremely hot, and all dressed to kill, Stud may be an MWF rookie, but one can obviously tell the man has expensive taste in women.]

JP: See there, Sullivan? What an entrance! What a reaction from these fans!! Stud Inc has hit the big time! And look at what he brought with!

Sully: Oh man, this is killing me. There's enough eye candy out there to drop a diabetic in his tracks.

Peter Santos: And his opponent. Standing at 6'2", and hailing from Hollywood California. Ladies and Gentlemen. He the master of the Scorpion Slam, he is Gunman Stinger!!

['99 Problems' by Jay Z kicks in as GMS, comes out to a plethora of boos. He walks down to ringside, and says something to Amythist as he enters the ring. Whatever it was ticked off Stud, who rushes over, and the ring bell is rung.]

JP: I think we're under way!

[The two men get almost nose to nose, and GMS immediately takes the offensive with a stiff forearm that stops Stud in his tracks. He hits him again, and this time Stud Inc shakes it off and strikes back with his own. The two wrestlerstrading jaw blows with vicious looking forearms. Stinger catches the Stud with a kick to the gut. The fans boo, the girls hiss, and GMS seems to like the disapproval of the arena. He runs back against the ropes and delivers a clothesline, dropping Stud Inc.]

JP: Not the way that Stud would have liked the start, Stinger with a little more ring experience here.

[Stinger begins to stomp on Stud then kicks him out of the ring, Stud Inc's body falling off the edge two and a half feet to the floor. The Phillies regroup, and help their man up, As he regroups below Stinger is in the ring strutting his stuff and playing to the crowds disapproval. Stud pulls himself back into the ring, but GMS runs at him from behind with with a
vicious kick to the shoulder to boo s from the crowd.]

Sully: GMS wanting to prove he is a force to be reckoned with!

JP: I don t totally go along with his line of attack.

[GMS grabs Stud, pulling him up to his feet and walking him along the ropes, over to the turnbuckle. He goes to ram the forehead of Stud into the turnbuckle, but is blocked by pure strength once, twice, he's hit with an elbow, and then Stud plants Gunman's' head to the buckle...The crowd cheers with every blast.... 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... Stinger looks stunned, as he's turned around, but the pain on his face is obvious, as he's hit with a chest slap... A second... A third... Stinger takes a turn getting the hell beat out of his chest with that series of reverse knife edge chops, and every time he gets hit, the crowd follows it up with the now staple "Whoo!"]

JP: Ouch those are some chops!

Sully: Going to leave a mark, John, that's going to hurt.

[Stud whips him across to the opposite turnbuckles, walking slowly after him. Stinger hits the far turnbuckles at about mach 3, and comes bouncing out clutching his back, landing on one knee. Stud grabs his left arm and whips him, chest first, back into the turnbuckle he had first come out of. Stinger drops to the mat clutching his abdomen with a look of pain in his eyes, and rolls under the bottom rope but is grabbed from over the top rope before he can drop to the ringside floor. Stud gets Gunman up to his feet, and then hooks him for a suplex from the outside in.]

JP: Stud showing thus far, that he can hold his own.

[Pattison moves to the side of the two men, watching with as much expectation as the crowd in attendance. as Stinger lands on his already sore back. However, he rolls out under the ropes, and starts taunting the Phillies, Stud is quick to follow, and catches up to him, as the referee begins to count.]

Sully: Look at this.

[Blows back and forth, are trading place at ringside. Right, Left, Left, Right. Stud appears to be getting the upper hand, that is until Stinger gives a thumb to the eye, and whips him into the corner steps. Stud hits the steps, separating both halves, , and rolling to the ground, clutching his knee.]

JP: Shades of carnage right there.

[Stinger rolls into the ring, then rolls out, breaking the count, and stands over Stud. The girls come around and begin hollering at him to get back in the ring, but he picks up the top of the steps, and throws it in their direction, warding them off. He then pulls Stud to his feet, and rolls him into the ring. Stud slowly gets back to his feet, as Stinger rolls into the ring. GMS capitalises on Studs weak condition with a spine buster. He turns and taunts the crowd, as a chant of "@ss-hOle" echoes throughout the arena at a rather large decibel. GMS smiles an evil smirk, behind his mask.]

JP: GMS is cocky. This stalling may cost him down the line

Sully: He knows what he's doing, John.

[Stud hits him with a forearm to the back, then locks on a standing cross face. Stinger cries out in unexpected pain.]

Sully: What the hell? Where did he get the strength to do that from?

[Pattison calls to see a submission, and a normal man might give him one, but the ego of Gunman will not let him surrender. Stud powers him to the mat with thunderous force, and goes for the pin , as the referee begins the count.]

Sully: One, Two..

JP: Three! Stud wins!

Sully: No! Stinger got his shoulder up!

[Stud looks like he's got it under wraps. A huge German release suplex later, and he looks like he's going to lock on his inverted STF. The girls begin jumping up and down at ringside as support, and Pattison turns to look, as it's girls,jumping up and down.]

JP: Stud, look Out

[The other side of the ring, Phantom X, Stingers' problem solver comes from over the railing, and blasts Stud in the head. Stinger rolls Stud up, and the girls, shouting and pointing gets Pattison to look just in time to drop for the count. The victory is assured as GMS uses the trunks for leverage, giving the audience a nice view of Studs crack....1....2....3!]

JP: No! No! No! That was a blatant interference by Phantom X!

Sully: Problem solved! Ha Ha!

Peter Santos: The winner of the match, by pin fall, Gunman Stinger!

[Stinger rolls out of the ring, and is met by his bodyguard/friend outside. They celebrate the victory up the ramp way, as the Stud Inc Phillies enter the ring and tend to their man.]

JP: What a travesty!

Sully: I don't think so, looks to me like Stud Inc. forgot to "Cowboy Up".

JP: Gunman Stinger is quick to be not making friends here in the MWF, and Karma is going to come back to haunt him.

Sully: I say he's going to be holding Gold real soon.

JP: Only if he steals it from someone, what a joke!

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