[Dean Johnson] vs Better Than You

[Cartwright]

27th February - 13th March
One Day Auto-Hit Rules

The following Gold Rush match is scheduled for one fall!

 

[Neo-Blade8]

REAL WRESTLING

The words appeared on the Titantron as the lights went dark then reappeared as bright orange and yellows fixtures filled the arena with color. An Iteration by The Armed screamed over the PA system as a wave of distortion swallowed the crowd. The crowd was a little loud but mixed on their reaction. Dean was now on a winning streak and had shown his worth. one submission and one pinfall, but both of the wins included a little help to guarantee the victory. The medley screeched as the new face rushed out with his arms up, his ripped upper chest on display.

"Standing at 6 foot 5, and 240 lbs. From Portland Maine.... Deaaaan Johnson"

Dean slid his hair to the side with a nod as a smile engulfed his face. And from behind walked out his mentor, the man with the mouth, Rosario! Rosario was rocking a fashionable blue jean jacket this night with a black shirt underneath with the words "Indy Lives Forever" thrown across the front. Three weeks in a row, and with what he said earlier in the night, he meant every word of it. What WWFG stood for now was not the status quo he agreed with, and their goal was to change it while making some money. That meant Better Than You was their victim for tonight.

The crowd were ignored as the two men approached the ring. Rosario jumped on the apron, clapping with support as Dean slid in and walked to the center of the ring. Dean went into his corner, waiting his opponent. Better Than You wasn't a slouch, he had some real talent, but Dean had seen real talent a bunch in his life. His goal was to get in, make the wrestler tap and get out.  

[HiroShinMozas]

Did I really just forget that melody?
Naw, na, na, banana-na-na
Alright, da, da da-da-da-da

Whoever thought Dean was getting to get constant heat tonight may have been wrong, because the only thing that could contradict such an obvious fact on any other occasion was making his way to the ring. bbno$ and Y2K's "Lalala" began, but Better Than You. was no Better Than Late. However, his music would soon give in and cut to backstage where he is standing alongside interviewer Michael Cole waiting for the booing to cut down as his face was obviously off thinking about what occurred the week before. Just as Michael Cole was going to ask a question, Better Than You. would take the mic from his hand and shove the pencil-necked geek off screen. He would begin to walk down the backstage area with microphone in hand.

"Let me explain this to EVERYONE sitting out there booing right now, when I actually was READY to give you a great match last week. Don't get it damn twisted, I'm better than DJ Killa Kyle, I'm BETTER than Dean Whatever, and I'm BETTER...THAN...YOU. What happened last week was due to an undiagnosed concussion I suffered while in Japan, but guess what -- I'm all cleared and ready to go tonight...but NOT before I clear something up. That shock-jock pisspants did nothing but win by count out, which is the most bogus, BULLSHIT way that anyone can win! You know what's better than winning by countout? Winning by Submission like a real man, which Kyle is just too unfamiliar with. He'd rather go scratch a damn record and pass his income off to whores than take this business seriously...and as for you, Dean and your precious little grounded Airplane...maybe you'd better hop on his back and fly on out of my ring before you find out that I'm BETTER...THAN....YOU!"

When I popped off, then your girl gave me just a little bit of lockjaw
Baby so cold, he from the north, he from the Canada
Bankroll so low, I got nothing else that I can withdraw
Ran out the door
I shine my wrist, it go like shashasha, shashasha
I got your b***h singing, "Lalalala, lalala"
I shine my wrist, it go like shashasha, shashasha
I got your b***h singing, "Lalalala, lalala"
How I stride like that?

Better Than You. had reached the stage as his promo had come to an end, his music kicking back in as tossed the mic away and began to jeer with a group of fans that were suspiciously wearing Jets gear in the front row. They were also very overweight, and their smell gave them way long before the eyes could. That hissing sound was merely the padding on their commerative No Way Out chairs screaming for their lives as fart after fart poured onto a portrait of Bison Mbadi and BOOM hyping up their match later. As one could guess, it was the screams of Bison for obvious reasons. Better Than You finally ascended the stairs at ring side and slid in perfectly through the middle rope, spinning as he did and pyro began to drop from the top of the lighting rig, ala Randy Orton. He posed with a flexed arm, the boos hardly drowned out by this puny pyrotechnic shower.

"...Introducing the opponent, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 237 pounds...He is Better...Than...YOUUUUUUUU!"

 

[Vic Venom]

"BETTER.... THAN.... YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUU!!!"

The lead Jets fan repeats the introduction in the same way BYT said his own name to end his little promo. He said in mockingly, in an ironic way before turning to high five his boys who popped big time for the Alpha of their group. Having commandeered their own section, they start doing a call and response chant of his name even louder. This was their show now.

"BETTER.... THAN.... YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUU!!!"  

[Neo-Blade8]

Dean wasn't impressed by the the blonde wrestler, he seemed like a squirmier and weaker version of himself. And man could he talk. He didn't say much. A lot of third person talk and repeated disrespect towards Dean as a way to veil his own insecurities. Dean looked towards Rosario to see if they were going to grab their own mic, or if the move was to make his cocky competitor tap.

Dean saw Rosario gave a nod that meant "treat him like a hockey player from a episode of Shoresy." A good ol "treat him like he just ordered a chai lavender latte with 2 sugars, oat milk, and lite but heavy cream from a donut shop." Make him tap like he just spent 7 hours at the DMV to find out that they are now closed and he has to come in tomorrow. Dean understood as the bell rang.

"I'mma make you disassociate buddy"

But then something took away his attention. Was it the smell he tried to ignore when he headed towards the ring or was it the abnormally loud chants.


"Better.... Than.... Yooooooooouuuuuu!!!"


Dean kinda smiled while looking at Better Then you himself. As the next chant arrived, Dean had his fingers in the air, like he was conducting an orchestra. Playing with each chant. Wave after wave after wave hitting their ears. It wasn't even the whole arena either. Just a group of fans of some weak football team.

"What even happened last week Mr. Acronym"

 

[HiroShinMozas]

With the bell ringing, one would thing that it would result in immediate, bombastic action -- but that wouldn't be the case in this match. It had Better Than You. in it, so of course s**t had to be anything but simple, it had to be...Better. These ******** Jets fans, taking out all their pent-up Zach Wilson attained anger, they were really getting under Better Than You.'s skin. He was Canadian, and knew that soon enough he'd hear all about Zach Wilson getting benched in the CFL, so knowing that was why TRULY why he was being bothered by these obese men really ate away at him.

Dean's s**t-talking, however, was enough to draw his attention in a more physical form. The unintentional perfectionist drew in at his opponent and tried to swipe at him with a slap right across the face to get the action going and piss him off, showing him that regardless of who he thought he was and who was in his corner, he was nothing more than some dumbass rookie in his ring, no better than DJ Killa Kyle.  

[Neo-Blade8]

"W H A P"

The message was sent. Dean rocked his head back to center, his tongue slightly bulging from the side of his cheek. It was a weak slap overall, nothing really long lasting but what it did accomplish was echoing the disrespect that Better Then You emitted.

Dean loved a good forearm and was about to deliver one of his specialties to BTY, but decided the impact needed to be even more hard hitting. Even if it would get him on the wrong side of a ref. Referees liked to believe they had power but it wasn't like they were automatic replay machines, or perfect individuals. Chances are the ref would be too busy trying to pop the crowd with over the top gestures anyways. So with his blonde hair ripping with the pivot, Dean went to lay in a hard closed fist right into the side of the head of Better Then You.

If he wanted this match to start, then it was about to start, For Dean, For BTY, and even for the Jet fans  

[HiroShinMozas]

This was definitely far and away a different match than last week, as while Better Than You. was in an undiagnosed concussion caused trance, this week he was all in. His slap, which wasn't his best by any means but by design, for sure got the attention of Dean as he returned with a big time punch to the Canadian's jaw! The fans let out a little pop as Better Than You. sold the punch with vigor, stumbling back into the ropes and using them to hold himself up as he screamed out in pain, spitting out a mix of saliva, mucus, and blood. It looked like he bit down pretty hard on his tongue after the punch and was doomed to live with the stinging for at least the next few days.

Better Than You. would sell for a while, screaming for the ref to come check on him and delay Dean's offense for as long as could...However, if Dean would try to come in and do ANYTHING to stay on the offensive, you best believe that Better Than You. would do something very dirty...perhaps poking him in the eye over the should of the ref while he check on the Canadian!  

[Vic Venom]

"BETTER... THAN..... YOUUUUUUUUU........ SUCKS!!!!!!"

Chants like other things in life evolve. As the Jets fans carried on with their chant, the other fans grew agitated mistaking the intention of the vocal minorities vocalizations and respond. Now, the fans engaged in a dueling chant that could easily be misinterpreted as two groups of split over BTY. In reality they both thought he was a terrible wrestler just for different reasons.

But in spite of their differences a question lingered in all of their minds as the ref got in the way of the action: Why wasn't there some kind of automatic replay machine, some kind of perfect individual to referee the matches? The sentiment spread silently like wildfire and although they fought in their chants, deep in their hearts they all knew the truth. Something crucial was missing here.

"BETTER... THAN..... YOUUUUUUUUUUU........ SUCKS!!!!!!"  

[Neo-Blade8]

"$#*!"

The Broadcast Technician out in the production van smacked his midi controller quicker then anyone had ever seen (Rumor has it he was up for promotion, and this definitely made him look like an acceptable candidate.) as Dean Johnson let out the obscenity as loud as one can. The Canadian's fingers slipped away from Dean's face as the fisherman turned his back on his opponent. Dean was a simple person, he saw an advantage and he immediately went to follow up. That obviously backfired as he was temporarily blinded.

The chants grew in volume as well as agreeability as each one flew by. As he backed away he didn't hear any response from the referee. Did he miss it? How was that possible? Was the referee as blind as he was? So many questions went through the rookies head.

Rosario began to scream from the outside, matching the audience. With each chant he would follow along vocally and rhythmically, slapping his hands against the ring apron.

"BETTER... THAN..... YOUUUUUUUUU........ SUCKS!!!!!!"

 

[HiroShinMozas]

The underhanded tactics of Better Than You. really payed off in the moment, causing Dean to stagger back for a second, blind as a bat. Better Than You. than forced his way around the ref, shaking head head free of any residual cob-webs from the punch and aimed to quickly and violently chop Dean across his back, trying his best to create a loud enough noise that it could potentially silence an incredibly anti-BTY crowd. This was just like being at a BTS concert, a bunch of fat white americans making their presence known where they had no business in doing such -- BTY. do they do that?

If successful, Better Than You. would try to follow up the chop by pulling down Dean's head to get him into a side headlock, hoping to work some heat now that he has attained some kind of control of things!  

[Neo-Blade8]

Bolded noise! Grunting onomatopoeia! More chants echoing loud enough to make a person with synesthesia see different colors emit from the same phrase. Excitement through the air for a ….. headlock.

The side headlock was, for all intensive purposes, locked in as the match slowed down to a halt. But this was ok with Dean. This gave him time to focus, and with the slightly smaller man gripping his head, it let him forget about his stinging back. Which was shining a pretty pink color by the way. Dean would sell the hold well though, letting BTY believe he was in control, as Dean would try to find a secure way to grab the man’s waist. Once he was confident he would attempt to lift up his opponent and drop his tailbone ( or balls if he was lucky) down onto his knee, for a good ol inverted atomic drop.  

[HiroShinMozas]

As Better Than You. worked the crowd with his headlock, it turns out he wasn't paying nearly enough attention to Dean. He shouted out to skinnier man among the Jets fans, who also openly wore a very bright "Make America Great Again" hat. "YOUR DAMN COUNTRY WASN'T GREAT TO BEGIN WITH, GOTTA GIVE IT UP TO WHOEVER MAKES YOUR CLOTHES THOUGH THAT THEY DONT RIP, YOU FAT PIG!" As the Canadian let out those last words, Dean would lift him up and plant him right back down a** first on his knee, causing Better Than You. to flat back on the mat and hold his a**, leaping around like a fish out of water.

"USA!!!!! USA!!!! USA!!!!!"

A patriotic chant broke out and overtook the "BETTER THAN YOU SUCKS" ones, putting over the Great US of A as opposed to both these guys. It seemed like once again due to BTY., the fans were taking over this segment for themselves.  

[Neo-Blade8]

The Crowd was roaring. Was it because of the inverted atomic drop, or was it because of Better Than You.'s heckling. Dean didn't really care but he felt that energy. There was a billion things rushing through his mind about how to increase the energy, but out by the ring he could hear his mentor giving instruction.

"Keep it simple. Keep it slow. Ignore the crowd Dean, focus!"

Dean followed suit as he would stand next to his downed opponent and leap into the air, aiming to land his back right onto the Canadians mid section with a standing senton. It was as simple as using your weight to make someone lose their breath, what could be better then that!  

[HiroShinMozas]

Dean's senton connected flush with the chest and ribs of Better Than You. causing him to yelp like a dog and roll out of the ring, right towards Rosario. He landed on the ground with a thud but quickly tried to scramble to the barricade and use it for some sort of positioning. He put an arm around it and got to a knee breathing incredibly heavy as he looked around at the crowd, Dean, Rosario, everything -- he couldn't believe this. He had to deal with DJ Killa Kyle and concussion nonsense last show, and now this time he was getting easily dominated early...what had become of him? His whole life he'd been better than everyone else, and he'd known it...but now, there were more self-doubts than ever.

It was then, like a bucket of gasoline had been tossed on him, that Better Than You. was reminded of the fire that still burned within. Because a New York Giants fan in the front row, entirely separate from the conglomerate of Jets fans on the other side of the building, threw his full cup of $23 beer right into the face of Better Than You, some of it flying towards Rosario and presumably getting on him as well. Better Than You. then sucker punched the fan, dropping him down into a mass of people behind him as boos began to ring out for both the fan and the wrestler who was just acting in self-defense. The crowd was getting incredibly hostile, more so than the week before, and it was weighing down on a now sticky and smelly Better Than You. who'd never quite experienced heat like this before.