The announcer, Victor Cross, walks into the middle of the ring with a microphone. "The following match is a scheduled for one fall." Lies, by Evanescence hits. "Introducing first, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 160 lbs...Royce G.!" He gets a mixture of cheers and boos, as is expected when you've established yourself as a heel. He gets into the ring, a cocky smirk on his face as he looks out over the crowd, his music stopping after a moment.
OHHH YEAAAHHH!!!
Live For The Moment hits. "And next, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 210 lbs...Darson Grays!" The crowd cheers a bit more, seeing as Dar had pretty much brought himself out to be a face. He walks down the ramp, smiling at the crowd, looking confident, but not overly-so. Four flashes of red pyrotechnics follow behind him, drawing a bit more cheers from the crowd. When in doubt, bring out the pyro.
Dar slides into the ring under the bottom rope, walking over to the right-bottom turnbuckle, bringing his hands up into an X before jumping down back into the ring, his eyes now locked with Royce's. Royce still had a cocky smirk on his face, ready to bring Dar down. There was about a five inch height difference between them, and Dar exploited it to its fullest, seeming to tower over Royce. The announcer left the ring, and the ref signaled for the bell to ring.
A harsh ding sounded as the match began, Dar and Royce beginning to circle each other, their eyes never breaking the bond. This was the first match for both of them, their first impression on the fans. Needless to say, it was very important.
Suddenly, Royce came in with a kick to the knee, then to the side, making Dar double over a bit, then pulled him into an Irish Whip, sending him into the ropes, then going for a drop kick on the rebound. Dar had wrapped his arms around the ropes, however, stopping himself, so Royce hit nothing but air, but quickly rolled to the side and back up into a fighting stance. It was enough for Dar to get close though, coming in with three straight right hands, then picking him up into a Powerslam, making Royce arch his back on the ground in pain.
Dar pulled him up, then flung him into an Irish Whip, ready to pick him up into another slam, but Royce quickly sent himself into a Flying Cross-Body, sending Dar into the ground. He followed with a leg drop on Dar while he was down, then moved to the turnbuckle, coming off with an elbow, but instead hits Dar's knees, making the crowd cheer as he rolls off of him in pain.
Dar takes this chance to give a smirk to the crowd, who responds in a loud cheer, but however, as he turns around a kick suddenly comes toward his gut. He grabs the foot, however, but still gets hit with the Insigury, sending him to the floor, clutching his head. Royce gets booed a bit for that, but he just shrugs, getting back up on the turnbuckle and waiting for Dar to get up. As he does, Royce launches himself off with a Missile Dropkick, hitting Dar square in the chest, sending him flying backwards, a cheer coming from the crowd at the fancy move. Royce goes for the pin, the ref sliding next to them. "1...2..." Dar manages to kick out, getting an angry look from Royce.
Dar gets back up after a moment, dodging to the side as Royce threw a punch, pulling him down to the ground in an Arm Bar, holding it there for about ten seconds before Royce finally got a few shots to Dar's head with his other hand, making him break the hold. Dar suddenly comes in with a kick to the gut though, and pulls Royce into a Suplex, getting up afterwards to cheers from the crowd.
Dar pulls Royce up and into an Irish Whip, ready to pick him up into a slam, but Royce slides down between Dar's legs, the crowd "oooo"ing at this, then quickly gets up, taking out Dar's knee from behind before he could turn around, then flipping him over and pulling him into a Half Boston Crab.
Dar screws up his face in pain, but manages not to tap out, Royce letting go after about ten seconds, sending himself to the ropes as Dar gets up, coming at him with another Flying Cross-Body. Dar catches Royce, however, earning a great amount of cheers from the crowd, then lifts him up onto his shoulder, following with a hard Military Press Slam, then going for the pin. "1...2..." Royce kicks out, making Dar curse under his breath.
Dar gets up and and moves to the top turnbuckle, looking out over the crowd for a moment, and doesn't see Royce getting up, stepping onto the first turnbuckle and hitting Dar with a few right hands, then suddenly drops back onto his hands, wrapping his legs around Dar's neck, and hits him with a Hurracanrana. Royce goes for the pin. "1...2..." Dar gets one shoulder up, though it looked like it took a lot for him to do it. Royce stares at the ref wide-eyed, sure he had a three-count, but just walks over to the top turnbuckle, getting up onto it and looking out over the crowd for a moment before jumping off and going for the Shooting Star Press, his finisher.
The crowd erupts in cheers as he misses, however, hitting only canvas as Dar rolls to the side, moving off towards the other side of the ring as Royce recovers. As he gets up however, he faces away from Dar, who capitalizes on this, running up behind him and hitting him with a Facebuster, bringing cheers from the crowd. Royce rolls over onto his back, clutching his face in his hands.
Dar looks around the crowd for a moment, nodding slowly, then walks over to one of the corners, crouching down, his hands resting on his knees. The crowd gets on their feet, cheering loudly as Royce gets up, looking around for a moment, then turns, only to see Dar running towards him in a crouch, launching himself foward and wrapping his arms around Royce's midsection, his head digging into his gut as he Spears Royce into the ground, the crowd erupting into a humongous cheer as Dar gets up, doing a little hop away from Royce. He then goes for the cover, the ref sliding in next to them. "1...2...3!!!"
Live For The Moment hits as the crowd roars, Dar getting up with an extreme look of happiness on his face, the ref raising his hand. The announcer calls from the table. "And the winner, Darson Grays!" Royce sits up, a shocked look on his face, but quickly gets out of the ring, heading toward the back in a huff. Dar stays out for a moment, running along the barrier and getting high fives from a few fans, then headed up the ramp, his entrance song playing all the way.