Something I whipped up real quick.
Booker T: Aww yeah, it's about to get interbranded up in here.
Tazz: I feel sorry for yous guys on Hona', last time you went toe-ta'-toe with WAR, you lost, ironically to Batista.
Jim Ross: We're confident in Alex Riley, so survive if we let you, WAR.
Matt Striker: Careful Jim, those are fighting words.
The camera pans over to Justin Roberts so the introductions may be done as the ring bell is heard.
DING DING!
Justin Roberts: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
I WALK ALONE!
Batista walks out onto the ramp, and slowly takes a breath before spinning with his arms held out, and punches the air before walking forward, and with a smirk, stopping, slaps the ground and performs his turret taunt as fireworks go off behind him. One more punch in the air and The Animal makes his way towards the ring.
Justin Roberts: From Washington, D.C. Weighing in at 290 pounds, he is the "Animal", Baaaaaatiiiiistaaaaaa!
Batista walks up the ring steps and climbs into the ring. He turns and looks at Jericho as he steps through the ropes and enters the top right pod.
Booker T: Oh, he looks ready ta' rip someone's head off tonight, dog. Ya'll still feelin' confident?
Jim Ross: Yes, quite frankly.
Justin Roberts gets ready to introduce the next combatant.
Justin Roberts: And the opponent...
SAY IT TO MY FACE!
The CWF Universe burst into cheers as Alex Riley makes his way out from the back. Riley emerges with a smile on his face as he stands at the top of the ramp and soaks in the positive atmosphere. Riley looks around at the crowd for a moment before deciding to walk down the ramp and towards the ring.
Justin Roberts: From Washington, D.C. Weighing in at 245 pounds, Alex Riiiiiiiiiley!
Riley high-fives some fans as he rounds the corner and walks up the steel steps. He stands on the ring apron with the smile still on his face, before entering the ring. Riley walks over to the turnbuckle, climbs up it and raises his arm in the air.
Matt Striker: We don't have to be confident, Alex does it for us!
Tazz: Yeah yeah, we'll see how much he's smilin' later.
The CWF Universe cheers for Alex Riley as he gets off of the turnbuckle and stands there, prepared for his match as the ring bell is heard again.
DING DING!
Alex Riley and Batista begin the match trading punches, both landing two each. As Batista goes for a third, Alex pivots to the left, planting his foot so that he's facing his opponent entirely, throwing himself backward to avoid the attack. Riley reaches the ropes as he launches himself off of them. He cocks back to throw a punch but Batista launches himself at him, connecting with a lariat that causes Riley to do a backflip and land on his face. Batista walks over to him and applies the Batista Bite.
Jim Ross: It's rare that he busts this one out!
As Riley cries out in agony in the hold, Batista decides it isn't quite enough as he releases the hold, grabbing Alex's head with both hands and dribbling it against the mat several times. Batista stands up and swings his leg around so that it isn't over Riley. Riley, still on the mat, raises his arms above his head and bends them at the elbows, placing his hands on the mat as he bends his legs toward his abdomen. Suddenly Riley kips up as Batista goes for a dropkick attempt, Riley rolling out of the way, his legs going over his head as he landed on his feet in a bent position, straightening his legs as he stood up, walking over and grabbing Big Dave by the hair on the back of his head.
Batista got up and smacked Riley's arm away, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him in, connecting with a headbutt. Batista whips Alex into the corner and charges, but Riley leaps out of the way and Dave eats nothing but turnbuckle. He turns and comes staggering out of the corner as Riley goes low and hoists him up, turning in mid-air and driving him downward on a fast trip, planting him hard against the mat with a spinebuster. Batista seemed to be out of it as Alex hooked the leg, the referee counting.
1!
2!
NO!
Just when Riley thinks he has match won, Batista gets the shoulder up, throwing Alex off of him. Both men get to their feet as Riley charges Batista, who connects with a shoulder block, taking Riley down. Dave returns to his feet and gradually raises his arm in a flex towards his own face, kissing his bicep before falling towards his opponent, driving his elbow right into the heart.
Batista gets to his feet and grabs Riley, whipping him into the corner. He places Alex on the top turnbuckle, who sits there in a daze as Dave climbs up to where he's at. Batista hooks the headscissors and swings backward and downward, going for a frankensteiner but Riley slips out of the move seconds before impact is made with the mat, Dave's knees connecting with it. Batista stands up from the adrenaline and turns around, which is Riley's opening as Alex kicks him and hooks his head, lifting him up and connecting with the Impaler DDT. Riley rolls Batista onto his back and hooks the leg, the referee counting again.
1!
2!
3!
DING DING!
Justin Roberts: Here is your winner, Alex Riley!
Tazz: Well I gotta hand it to ya boys, your guy beat our guy fair and square.
Booker T: He beat dat boy kinda quick too.
Jim Ross: Well ladies and gentlemen, there's lots more action coming up tonight. Stay with us!
