Wells: �Hampton versus Ryder. This should be very interesting. Hampton, who claims to be the new future, versus a new comer of such proportions that we�ve never seen before�.it should be interesting. But from the past experience, I would have to pick Hampton any day, hands down.�

Star: �I don�t know about that, Wells. From the start we did judge Angelese, not only being a rookie to this place, but also being a female. And look at her now, she�s made a large impact and even takes her place at the top of the federation, on a whole different level. Seeing as this is a real underdog situation I will have to choose Ryder, seeing as he�s a shot in the dark. And no, I don�t mean that as any racist jokes��

Wells: �Haha, sure you don�t.�

Worley finally stepped into the center, and brought the mic to her lips.

Worley: �This match, will be a single fall�.Jon Hampton, versus Ryder.�

The fans begun to go up in a bit of a roar, almost making the whole arena vibrate around them. �Gangsta Shit,� by G-Unit plays over the PA system. Although the theme had been quite new to the people, they still recognized who it was, and begun to cheer, half, while the other half begun a chorus of boos.

Worley: �Now approaching the ring, standing at six feet and four inches, hailing from Compton, California; he is a new comer to this federation, his name, is�RYYYYDDDEEER!�

The lights begun to flash different colors, the curtains begun to flutter, and out from behind them, came the large man, known to the mass as Ryder. The reaction that he had from the crowd escalated within a few seconds, and almost became deafening to the ears, sounds more like a football game, or a race�.He went into the ring, sliding under the bottom rope, and immediately climbed the turnbuckle, and thrust his arms into the air hard, getting another pop from the crowd, which had still been a bit of a mixture, still unsure what the people thought about him.

Wells: �And here he is for the first time�I hope he enjoys his stay, while he can, because Hampton is an arrogant little�.yeah.�

The music begun to fade out slowly, and Ryder jumped from the turnbuckle, landing in front of it. He begins to prepare for his match, as �With the Fire,� by Fozzy blasts over the PA system. Once more, the crowd is tossed into a bit of a mixture, but in all it seems as if the boos over power most of the cheering�and out from behind runs Hampton�the lights begin to flicker, pyro is shot into the air, giving off a nice flashy explosion, almost giving it the fire work effect. Worley picks up the mic, and begins to speak once more.

Worley: �And now approaching the ring, standing��

Before she can finish what she was going to say, Hampton jumps in the ring, and grabs the mic from her hand�.from across of the ring, Ryder watches all of this going down, still going through a few stretches�Hampton can be heard shouting something, and Worley runs off a bit scared, but contains a little giggle, almost one that a happy school girl would make. Hampton grins a bit, and the crowd begins to boo.

Hampton: �Cut the damn music��

The music cuts out as soon as he speaks, and the crowd boos even louder, maybe even louder than the music had been.

Hampton: �Do you really know what pisses me off the most? Ass clowns like yourselves, who really can�t see that true talent�never fades�.I have to come all the way out here, and fight some prick that no one has ever heard of..�

Ryder begins to smirk, and almost cannot hold himself back. Jon sees this, and smirks a bit, tossing his hair back a bit, as if to annoy him, still grinning. The crowd chimes in, with a bit of a chorus of ranting�

�Asshole�Asshole�.Asshole��

Hampton: �You guys just don�t get it, do you? Mike C doubted me, ran his mouth like the fool he is�and you see where it got him�so Ryder, any time your ready, I�ll fix that wagon of yours, and then I�ll burn it to the damn ground��

Ryder becomes angry, and begins to charge towards Hampton. Hampton sees it coming, and the grin fades, into more of a game face. The mic is tossed to the side, landing a little in the corner. With all of it practically going in slow motion, Hampton steps to the side, the bell also ringing, and about the same time, Hampton extends his leg, and Ryder trips over it, landing face first into the matt. This making him even madder than he had before, he automatically gets up to his feet, almost jumps to his feet, and rushes towards Hampton a second time, almost like a bull. Hampton sprawls back, grabbing him into a headlock, but more of the Olympic style, and snaps him on the ground, holding a bit of a tie, his chest over his back. Ryder can be heard screaming out in a bit of pain, and the ref slides under to wait for a tap.

Wells: �And we�re into it, and Ryder has been charging recklessly at Hampton, like a bull. So far, every single one of his rushes have failed miserably, leaving Hampton more in charge of this match, maybe even more than he wanted to. But so far, it looks like Jon is having a field day in there.�

Hampton lets up off of him, and slowly sets up. Before letting him up completely, he lands a smack hard into the back of the head. Ryder squeals a bit, and tries to turn sharply onto his back. Hampton has the hand pulled back as fast as it had been out, and smacks at him once more, this time landing him across the face, one that would in time leave a red hand print�.Ryder is back up, charging as usual, but this time with a clothesline. Jon dodges easily enough under it, and Ryder jerks around quickly, and is caught in the chin with a sweet chin music, putting him to a daze�Instead of taking advantage, Hampton walks over to the corner, taking his time, and picks up the mic from the corner.

Hampton: �This is such a shame�.and I thought I might actually have some competition tonight�but he�s a loser much like Mike C was�He doesn�t even deserve my time�.such a damn waste.�

He tosses the mic down, and Ryder is already getting up to his feet, a little bit woozy already. This time, before Ryder can go crazy as he had before, Hampton snaps his head down, and into his arm pit, landing him in a DDT, enough to snap his neck in place a little bit, and make the ring rattle. Standing already, he picks Ryder up as he stands, whips him into the corner, and runs after him, meeting his neck with a clothesline. Ryder goes down a bit hard, back thumping hard down against the mat�.Hampton stands there, as another chorus of boos and chanting begin to form. He only laughs, whilst he picks up Ryder once more, whips him harder this time into the ropes, and clotheslines him once more, this one being able to heard in the back of the bathrooms. Hampton now walks back over, grabbing the mic once more, but only looks at the heap of a man in the corner, cringing a bit in pain as he laid there.

Hampton: �As I look at the heap of this man before me�who just a few days ago was so confident about being able to beat me�.hell, even three minutes into this match�and look how far he�s gotten now�it�s the third quarter and you�re down by two touchdowns buddy, can you come back?...I say not��

Hampton walks over to Ryder, and picks him up, leaving the large man to stumble around on his feet, with a large look of confusion. Hampton brings back his hand, chopping, digging down into the chest, sending him stumbling. But before Ryder can recover, the other hand is brought back into another equally bounding chops, cutting down into his flesh once more, the crowd �Woooing� with the chops. Hampton whips him into the corner, and this time sends a shoulder into his gut, and jumps back�Ryder stumbles out, and Hampton kicks his chest hard, putting him in correct place, and nails him with a Evenflow DDT�..not leaving the man be, he quickly locked in the Walls of Jericho�and clamed it down hard�the ref slid under Ryder, who was really too dazed to know much, but knew about the pain that had immensely almost killed him�He tapped as fast as he could, and the ref called for the bell, but Hampton wouldn�t get off of him, but only clamped down harder�soon the whole ring was filled with officials pulling Hampton off�Worley makes the call outside of the ring, on apparently a new mic.

Worley: �And here is your winner, JOOOON HAAAMPTON!�