HD: Bo squash match

[King Cucaracha 0]

*DINGDING!*

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This contest, scheduled for one fall. In the ring, weighing two hundred, twenty nine pounds, from Robinsdale, Minnesota... WORTHINGTON STEEL!

The well-put together youngster in the ring raises a hand in the air, before fluffing his dark mohawk. Or, faux-hawk, whichever you prefer.

COACH
Looks like this kid lost the jobber's lottery tonight.


*BbwWbAhmotherfuckerLlIiiBbbEErRrAATtTeeyYyOUUurRrMmmMmMiIInNnDddDd!!*

"YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Why you ask? Well, because "Liberate" powers out through the Denver PA system, that's why! The doors part again and through marches the returning Meterosexual Monster, Bohemoth, to a booming reception from the fans in attendance. Hitting the wall of noise, Bo pauses, lowering his orange-tinted sunglasses briefly before striding on towards the ring.

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And, on his way to the ring the opponent! Hailing from Greenville, South Carolina and weighing two hundred and eighty four pounds... he is the one and only "THE METEROSEXUAL MONSTER"... BBOOOOOOOOOOOO - HHHHEEEEEEEEEMMOOOOOOOOOTTHHHHHHH!!!!

"YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

COLE
The in-ring return of the former 24/7 Champion and one of the five men involved in the Triple Decker Cage in 10 nights at November Reign, Bohemoth! And what a huge welcome back he's getting here in Denver!

COACH
No kidding, I can barely hear myself!

Bo walks right past the young Mr. Steel, his legs resembling jelly more-so than steel as he looks up at Bohemoth flexing TEH GUNZ~! on the middle turnbuckles. Pumping a fist to his his heart, Bo shows his fans the love that they're showing him, as he leaps down to the mat.

COLE
We haven't seen Bohemoth in action since [i]May[/i] of this year, back in Hell In A Cell, where he was put of action by the combined efforts of Vitamin X and Tha Puerto Rican. He wanted to knock off some of the ring-rust ready for next week and his return to the steel confines, this time of the Triple Decker Cage. No surprise, none of our regular roster were eager to accept the challenge.

COACH
You'd have thought those cats'd be desperate for the paycheck.


*DINGDINGDING!*

The bell sounds and Steel, realises now what he's gotten himself into, stares across the ring at Bohemoth. The bigman tests out the ropes a little, before we get a lock-up in the centre of the ring. Steel doesn't last long vying strength with Bo, getting thrown backwards across the ring. He rolls through on impact but finds himself trapped in the corner, Bo picking him up with a double leg pick and driving him into the turnbuckles, before driving in the shoulders to the gut!

COLE
Bohemoth has waited six long months to get back in an OAOAST ring, he's not wasting any time getting back to business!

After a seventh straight shoulder charge Bohemoth leads Worthington out of the corner by the arm. A quick tug sends Steel off the ropes, bouncing back into a hard shoulder tackle that floors him!

"BO - HE - MOTH!"
"BO - HE - MOTH!"
"BO - HE - MOTH!"
"BO - HE - MOTH!"

Steel rolls away and pulls himself up in the corner, wondering if he's still got the SWF's phone-number on his 'cell. Before he can recall it fully though, Bohemoth charges in after him, sandwiching him in the corner with a BIG clothesline!

COLE
Two hundred, eighty four pounds of raw muscle right there! Who's going to stop Bohemoth at November Reign, that's what I wanna know!

COACH
How about five other guys?

COLE
That might be the only hope. Bohemoth is coming back fresh, revitalised, renergised and he's got lost time to make up for, he may very well be the favourite in the Triple Decker Cage.

COACH
Well, I wouldn't go that far.

Scooping up the helpless Steel, Bohemoth runs out of the corner and drives him down with a Running Powerslam!!

COLE
You sure about that Coach?

Bohemoth pops back to his feet and looks around the arena. The fans know what's coming next but they haven't seen it in so long (excluding last week, but that wasn't a match so it doesn't count!), it feels that little bit more special. And as such, Bo decides to make them wait, asking the people if they *really* want to see it. A loud cry of "YYEEEESSS!" is the response, to a shrug from The Meterosexual Monster.

Thumbs Up. 


THUMBS DOWN~!

"YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

Stumbling around the ring, Worthington Steel gets scooped up into the arms of The Epitome Of Masculinity. Bohemoth parades his hapless opponent around a little, before swinging him around...

...out...


...and DOWN~!

COLE
The Erotic Awakening Of B!!


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"RRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

*DINGDINGDING!*

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Ladies and gentlemen, your winner... BOOOOOOOOOO - HEEEEEMMOOOOOOOTTHHHHH!!!

"Liberate" hits again, almost as soon as it finishes as Bohemoth celebrates making quick work of his warm-up for the night. Bo works the turnbuckles and his crowd, making more than one "belt motion" around his waist to make his intentions crystal clear.

COLE
Bohemoth is back and he's as bad as ever! Comprehensive showing here tonight!

COACH
Yeah, but Worthington Steel is no PRL. He's no Landon. He's CERTAINLY no Stephen Joseph Popick. The real test for Bo is yet to come, trust me!