John Grange vs Crystal Alvey!

"About damm time....." Mr Grange muttered to himself, he had finally gotten himself a match at last. The last time he stepped into the ring....it ah....didn't go to well. But now here was a chance for him to get the spotlight himself as opposed to his adopted son Ryan. Who was also present in the room, dressed in a formal black suit with shades.

John's wrestling attire consisted of white trousers with a white suit coat and pink shirt, making it akin to that of a Saturday night fever suit. It was fitting as he recently opened his own disco called the swinging Grange.

"Don't mean to rush you Dad but we're burning time here." Ryan said while dusting his coat.

"Yeah yeah, alright boyo. Time to see your old man in action, I've still got it you know. John said with a flex of his arms. Ryan merely rolled his eyes as they went towards the entrance ramp.

The lights went out before the announcer said "Ladies and gentleman the following contest will be won by pinfall or submission. Introducing first, accompanied by Ryan Knight and representing team mental. From the United Kingdom, John "Mr Mental's minder" Grange!" Then [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pohpqhx07eU:28qihnxo]Crocketts theme[/url:28qihnxo] began to play as the pair walked to the ring, several cheers and boos could be heard among the crowd.

Team mental had certainly been getting attention since they first arrived, some thought them to be haughty and higher than thou. Whereas others thought them to be puckish rouges who lived for merriment. One thing was certain though, they couldn't be ignored in terms of power.

John climbed into the ring and then did a disco strut to the center of the ring, soon after he tore off the top part of his entrance attire. Mr Grange was in his mid 30's and knotted with power, he hadn't had much in the way of opponents here. But perhaps the reason why was because he was built like a tank, even his abs had abs after all.

Ryan hung by his corner at ringside, not saying a word as John went to his corner and confidently flexed his arms once again.

John leaned back on his turnbuckle with a look of bemusement and interest, his foe certainly seemed colourful enough. "One thing I've learned bout this place....Never a dull moment at all. Why didn't I come to this place sooner?" The disco fever man thought to himself with a hand on his chin, stroking the stubble that grew there.

However when Crystal gave a greeting to John he facepalmed and said "You got it wrong lady, the name is John Grange. Knight is what my boy here calls himself, but anyway the names don't matter. Cause it's time for some disco inferno, the ring is about to be a hotspot."

After performing some last minute stretching John would wait for the bell to ring. When it did he'd move forward into the center of the ring and say "Test of strength? with his arms reached outwards and his posture grounded.

John had a right good grin adorning his lips as he entered the test of strength, it was simple enough but he liked it. It was a classic after all.

He pushed forward into the lockup, keeping his legs tense and ready.
The 35 year old kept a smirk and said "Hmmm, you're pretty good. But you better be careful...Cause I've been doing this longer than you have."

Right on cue John pressed hard into the move, putting his full 6 foot two inches frame to it.
Crystal better come up with a quick way to get out of this situation, otherwise John will have the advantage coming out of this move.