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The Undisputed champion, Matt Stone came out from the back to watch the action that was about to take place. Coming up next was a match that would determine who he would be facing at Bash at the Beach. Stone didn't really care who it was he faced off with, he had proven time and time again that he could beat Micheal and he knew in his heart of hearts he could beat Cyrus, so either way it seemed to be a lock for him to retain. Even still, he wanted to check out what these two would do. Matt walked over and sat at the announce table, putting on a headset sitting with JR and Striker.

JR: "It looks like we're being joined here by the reigning Undisputed champion, Matt Stone."

Striker: "Always a pleasure to see you Mr. Stone out here with us."

JR: "Yes, thank you for joining us Matthew."

Stone: "Good to see you Matt, JR, just call the match and leave the kissing up to those who know how to do it."

The lights in the arena slowly faded down to black, a low breathing could be heard over thte growd who instinctivly began to cheer as the breathing turned to the coarse laugh.



With the yell came a shot of sparks from the stage as Michael burst out from the back in his usual flurry of energy. Wasting no time Michael moved to the right side of teh stage pumping his fist into the air multiple times, many of the fans doing it with him. Michael would then turn and run to the opposite of the stage thrusting his fist into the air a few more times before moving back to the center of the stage and staring down at Cyrus with a smirk before bolting towards the ring at full speed, sliding in once he reached it and quickly getting to his feet. He would then move to the right, climbing the turnbuckle and thrusting his fist into the air a few mroe times before hopping back down, the lights going back to normal as Michael turned to face Cyrus with the smirk still on his face.

Michael was nearly nailed with the Lions fury, only barley dodging to the side, feelign the breeze caused by the leg as it went by him. Michael would not let this opportunity pass him though and would attempt to throw his arm up under the leg before Cyrus could bring it down, hoping to use it to bring Cyrus off balance and take him to the matt, if succesfull Michael would go for his own early attempt at a finisher, hoping to lock in the corkcrew.

Michael smirked as Cyrus made it to the ropes, he hadn't really expected himself to be succesful either this early on and so he back away waiting for Cyrus to get to his feet. Once Cyrus got up Michael would move foreward to offer a lock up, if accepted Michael eould go to slip his arm in under Cyrus' and then spin to his wide, attempting to strecth the arm straight up and put strain on the shoulder by leaning foreeward slightly in a ( shoulder lock? I can do the move, but dun know its name lol ).

Michael smirked as the hold was locked in, attempting to jerk once to send a jolt through the arm, which he would immediatly follow with and attempt to turn the hold into a take down attempting to turn qucikly to the left hoping to trip cyurs up with his right foot. If the takedown was succesfull Michael woudl continue to try and hold the hold while Cyrus was down, hoping to add mroe pressure to the shoulder.

With the submission now in place Michael went to readjust himself, attempting to place hismelf so that his knee was placed into Cyrus' shoulder, trying to slip his hold back to the wrist going to try and puch it foreward if succesful in an attempt to add more and mroe pressure.

In his attempt to lock in the submission Michael had not paid as much attention as he should of to placement and Cyrus' hand would find the rope without too much struggling. As the ref called for the break Michael would let out a small growl, mor at himself than at Cyrus.