Post by Shane Sullivan on Mar 22, 2018 22:32:07 GMT -5
Chapter 15: Let’s get this show on the road.
Southwest and Maggie cross the busy street in front of the arena, they see flying cars, hover limos and personal floatation cubes everywhere. There are fans wearing all their favorites gear milling about talking strategy and predictions for the tournament. Maggie takes it all in. He is smiling from ear to ear. Nobody really notices the huge man with the scarred face and his little hairy buddy in a truckers cap head towards the talent entrance. The pair finally makes it down the ramp and come to the security section of the entrance. A young man with a CPC handlebar mustache is manning the booth. Southwest walks up to the guard and smiles. It’s a bit hideous and the guard steps back and puts his hand on his laser pistol grip.
“Good Morning Officer…er..”
Southwest looks down at the man’s name badge. Cletus Farthing III is emblazoned in gold on a black badge.
Maggie burst out laughing at the name and points at the guard, who is slowly pulling the pistol from his holster. His eyes narrow at the laughter and his back grows a little straighter.
“You betta stop laughing bud.”
Southwest sees the hand on the pistol and elbows Maggie in the ribs. Maggie abruptly stops laughing and moves out of firing range of another elbow.
“Sorry about that Cletus, my friend Maggie is umm just a happy guy. Weird things just make him laugh.”
“So you callin’ me weird now huh? I think you two sons of Queshas better get the hell out of here before I get real mad.”
“Well Cletus, that’s a problem. See, I’m wrestling here in about an hour.”
“Yeah, and I’m CPC’s son, I own this whole building. Get the hell out of here now.”
Maggie steps up behind Southwest, his hands are up in a surrender gesture.
“It’s true. Dis here monster you see before you is Cheetoh Montalban scourge of the desert, the purveyor of pain and ..er..a..Mexican luchador.”
The guard starts laughing. Another couple of guards doing patrol see the guard laughing and head over to see what’s so funny.
“Hey Cletus, whatcha laughing at?’ A thin older guard says.
“Well Tony, this here guy says he’s Cheetoh the wrestler.”
The other two size up Southwest, but don’t laugh.
“Well he is big enough to be one. He have ID?”
“I didn’t get that far with these two.”
Tony looks at the pair and puts out his hand. “You have ID?”
Maggie pulls out the Cheetoh mask and hands it to Southwest. He sighs and rolls his eyes. Slipping on the mask he stands there.
“I said ID, not a show.”
Southwest takes off his shirt and flexes. He growls and then yells angrily.
All three guards pull their pistols.
“Holy crap it’s him!” Says the youngest of the three guards his hands are shaking as he looks at the huge masked wrestler.
“Boys. Can we go in ta the building now?” Maggie says.
All three guards nod their heads and slowly put away their pistols.
“Yeah. Yeah, sure. We didn’t recognize you, ah.. go on in sirs.” Cletus manages to blurt out.
Southwest goes up to pull his mask off, but Maggie stops him.
“We almost inside mate. Might as well get used to it.”
“I friggen’ hate this mask. I can’t wait to punch someone.”
“That’s the spirit mate.”
Both men open the talent door and go inside. The hallway is filled with trainers, gophers, tech operators and wrestlers. Southwest spots Cosmos and Massif by a drinking fountain. Both men look relaxed, taking in the commotion of the hallway. Salacious Silvar the Sexy is surrounded by ladies of all ages. They coo over him and he just sits in his chair allowing them to touch his hair and ask questions he doesn’t answer.
“Maggie, you see who is over there?”
Maggie looks at Silvar and his eyes bug out of his skull. He hopes up and down slightly on the balls of his feet.
“Oy…oy…oy…mate. I got to go meet him. Can I meet him? Think he will want to meet me? What if he doesn’t like me? Think he’ll like me?” Maggie says so fast the three other men didn’t quite hear the entire ramble.
“You are a grown man, do what you want bud.” Southwest says smiling at his friend’s hero worship.
Maggie never takes his eyes of Silvar as he slowly makes his way through the crowd towards him. Standing five feet from the crowd of ladies. Maggie is trying to figure out what he is going to say, his lips move and he makes small hand gestures before taking a step. As he does, Pit Viper and Pulsar step in front of Maggie, blocking his path and view of Silvar. Maggie tries going around them but the pair block his path every time he moves left or right.
“Where do you think you’re going Sketch?” Pit Viper sneers at Maggie.
“To see Triple S, please move.” Again he tries to go left only to be cut off by Pulsar.
“Nah I think you should go back and hold your boyfriends purse.” Pulsar says stroking his long goatee.
“No thank you, please move.”
Both men smile as they push Maggie back.
“Silvar isn’t seeing losers at the moment.” Pulsar grins as he pushes Maggie’s shoulder.
Maggie looks into the eyes of Pulsar as he puts his face nose to nose with Maggie. He slowly put up his hand in a stop motion, not taking his eyes off the young wrestler. Pulsar looks at the hand, at that moment. Maggie pokes him in the eye. Pulsar grabs his eye and screams. Pit Viper sees what happened and takes a swing at Maggie who ducks. Pit Viper catches his balance and is about to take another swing with Cosmos hits him in the face with a fantastic drop kick. Pit Viper flies into the ladies who fall over like bowling pins screaming. Silvar’s chair flips over in the carnage causing the retired wrestler to fall back and hit his head. Southwest reaches Pulsar who is still holding his eye and choke slams him into the hallway floor. Fights between rivals break out everywhere. Super Duck Boy is flapping his wings in the face of Gordon G. Smack, who is trying to escape with nowhere to go. The screaming and yelling are so loud that no one hears CPC, who came out of a side office calling for everyone to stop. CPC looks at the carnage and sees Commander Ender leaning with one foot one the floor and the other against the wall. He is smiling at the fighting. Ram is at his feet unconscious, bleeding profusly from his nose. CPC sees a control for the lights and begins to shut them off and on. After a moment, most of the wrestlers have stopped and the hallway goes quiet, except for Cosmos who is still punching Pit Viper in the stomach as Pit Viper is biting his shoulder and trying to poke him in the eyes.
“Everyone stop right now, or you are OUT of the tournament!”
Pit Viper pushes off Cosmos and glares at the man. Cosmos is smiling with blood running from one nostril. Pit Viper’s mask is slightly torn at the eye holes. They just continue to stare at each other, breathing heavily.
“How dare you. The greatest tournament and hall of fame proceedings are in just thirty minutes. You rabble rousers start fighting for free? Are you all daft? The paydays today are more than any of you make in a year. CPC is very disappointed in all of you. You will all disperse to your preselected dressing rooms. If any of you get out of line again, you are out of the tournament and CPC will personally see that you will never wrestle in CPC or anywhere again. Is CPC clear?”
A bunch of yes sirs and scrambling happen next. Cosmos looks at Pit Viper and shrugs.
“Next time bitch.”
Pit Viper is steaming mad, but he helps Pulsar get to his feet and they head to their dressing room.
Maggie is sitting with Silvar holding ice to the older man's head. The women are cooing over both of them. Maggie looks like he is in heaven. Southwest adjusts his mask and waits for his buddy to finish with his idol.
Massif finds Cosmos and checks to see if he is ok.
“Yeah, I think Solaris made it bigger or something. I seem to get tagged there a lot.”
“Nah you just have a big nose….like your belly.”
Cosmos starts to get mad, then laughs.
“You’re a jerk.”
“Yeah, but that’s why you love me.”
Both men nod at Southwest as they pass. They look over at Maggie who is getting an autographed poster of Silvar and looking awestruck.
A loud voice comes over the hallway loudspeaker. Will Antak the First please come to room A-411. Will Mr’s. Silvar, Mimic, Tano and Rama please make their way to the gold aisle. All wrestlers, family and friends not in the tournament please make their way to their seats. The Hall of Fame inductions will begin in fifteen minutes. Fan participation will begin in ten. Thank you for your cooperation.
As people scatter to respective locations. A group of EMT’s are working on the unconscious Ram still prone in the hallway.
The Loudspeaker crackles again.
Once again. Will Antak the First please come to room A-411. Bring your gear. Thank you for your cooperation.
Post by Shane Sullivan on Mar 30, 2018 16:33:09 GMT -5
Chapter 16: Hall of ……
Mimic wearing a black tux, in full face paint stands at the podium with a huge ream of paper, every once in a while he flips a page, looks at the crowd, wipes a tear, then stares at the crowd. Everyone is just looking at him, no one is speaking, everyone just taking it all in. He silently clears his throat, pulls on his collar and smiles broadly.
The music hits signifying the end of his allotted time.
He raises his hand and waves goodbye to the fans. The crowd erupts in applause as the last fifteen minutes have been in complete silence.
CPC comes out from the side stage and shakes hands with Mimic as heads back to his seat. CPC walks up to the podium and wipes a tear from his eye.
“I don’t know about you people, but I was transfixed on that speech like I have been on no other. It touched me in ways….” CPC points at Mimic. “Thank you Mimic. Thank you for being you.”
Mimic looks embarrassed and waves his hand at CPC in a awe shucks manner.
Next I would like to invite up The Wind Riders. Tano and Rama!
The two wrestlers come on stage waving at the crowd that is chanting “One more match.” They both approach the podium and are laughing at the antics of the crowd. Rama is dressed in a bright yellow suit, while Tano is in shorts and a tank top.
“You know Tano?”
“What do I know Rama?”
“I think these folks want to see us fight one more time!”
The crowd erupts in yes chants.
“Should you tell them or should I?” Tano says to Rama?
“You do it.”
“Just this very morning we met with CPC and his team of lawyers and The Wind Riders will come back for one more match.”
The crowd explodes in cheers.
“Guess what else people?” Rama yells.
What chants ring out throughout the auditorium.
“We are fighting today!”
The crowd is tearing the roof of the place.
“That’s right. Cross Current have agreed to fight us for a shot at the belts next month. So good buddy Tano..”
“Yes, good buddy Rama?”
“Today after we beat Cross Currant, we get to fight Astro Turk and Black Hole Bart and when we beat them???”
“WE BECOME YOUR FIVE TIME! FIVE TIME! TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE……”
Tano holds up the mic to the crowd.
“GALAXY!” rings out through the whole building.
“So, why don’t we put this hall of fame induction on hold and go get in our gear.”
Yes chants ring out as the two men leave the stage, as they do the Estorians who are in the crowd stand up angrily and walk towards the back stage entrance.
A minute goes by, a musical note hits, signifying King Ricken the Revered is coming on stage. Everyone stands and salutes the man as he is wheeled on stage with Bishop Heaven pushes him. The mic is placed down and King Ricken’s computerized voice can be heard.
“My fellow sentient beings, I greet you in the name of the Onus. I love coming back here and hearing each and every one of you. But tonight it is not about me it is about the man that all of the old GWF and the early years of CPC grew to love and adore. A man that has so much charisma, style and class that his mere presence increases all of our I.Q. and emotional intelligence scores to astronomical levels, a man by the name of Salious Silvar the Sexy. Or as many of you know him Triple S! Before I bring him out, I just wanted to say that giving up my body and my career so that his could continue was pleasure. Bishop Heaven after seeing the sacrifice he made for me changed his ways as became enlightened. We all have stories of this man. We all know what he has done for all beings in this galaxy. So without further ado, I bring you one of the greatest men to ever dawn the tights and fight for justice. Triple S!!”
The crowd chants Triple S over and over. Silvar’s music hits and Silvar comes slowly out in a silver suit jacket and a cadre of women trailing behind him. Maggie is also at the back of the line. He is smiling huge and waving at the crowd. Silvar has a monocle in one eye and is wearing only one glove as he shakes Bishop Heavens hand and leans down to hug King Ricken.
He walks up to the mic and taps it.
The fans cheer Triple S for a full minute for his catchphrase.
Silvar looks uncomfortable in his million credit suit. He looks at CPC who nods at him. He takes in a deep breath.
“It’s really great to be here.”
Again the crowd erupts as he says another famous catchphrase from a bygone era.
The crowd chants “Seriously” for another minute.
Silvar looks again at CPC who just shrugs his shoulders and smiles. Silvar holds up his hand to quiet the crowd.
“I just wanted to say, how great it is to be back in CPC. I know I may not have had the longest career or even the best….”
The crowd boos.
“I mean I never won a title and I can’t remember even winning a mat….”
The crowd begins to rumble as they are becoming confused and annoyed at what Silvar is saying.
Silvar’s music hits and CPC himself comes up on stage to hand Silvar his ring.
“Let’s hear it for one of the greatest of all time!!”
The crowd goes bananas. Silvar looks confused as CPC shakes his hand and guides him off stage. CPC heads back to the podium as Silvar's entourage leaves with the old wrestler.
“See we all know what that man did for all of us. His body and sadly his mind have been sacrificed for the good of us all. CPC for is glad to have had the opportunity to give such a man a small reward a token if you will, for his service to CPC and to the galaxy. One more time, let’s give it up for Salacious Silvar the Sexy!!”
The crowd chants “Triple S”, the cameras finally go green and CPC waves goodbye to the arena crowd. He leaves the stage briskly trying to catch up to Silvar. As he heads back stage, Silvar is surrounded by the ladies again. They are basically holding him in place till CPC arrives. Maggie shakes Silvar's hand and heads off to find Southwest as he sees CPC walking up.
“Thank you ladies, that will be all.” CPC says waving the ladies away.
CPC puts his arm around Silvar as people are still offering up congratulations to him as they pass. CPC takes him to his dressing room, once inside he locks the door and turns on Silvar.
“That was pathetic.”
Silvar is taken aback and holds up a hand in surrender to CPC.
“I’m sorry CPR, I did the best I could.”
“It’s CPC, you buffoon.” CPC walks towards Silvar who starts to cower.
“I did what you said! I said those words! I wanna go home!”
“Oh your leaving oh right, I cannot believe out of all the worlds to find a Silvar, I find the dumbest one in the multiverse. I should have just kept my Silvar alive, but I was young and made some mistakes I'll admit....”
Carson pulls out his wand and turns the blue light on. He swirls the air in front of himself, a circle of light begins to show up with the swirls. Finally shapes begin to appear in the middle of the circle of light. A barren landscape appears, a lone figure sits on a large boulder about sixty yards away. CPC grabs Silvar and pushes him in to the opening. Silvar tries to protest but is too scared to offer up much resistance. Once he is inside the opening he looks back in horror at CPC.
“This isn’t my home! What..what are you doing?”
“Isn’t obvious? I’m feeding the beast.”
Silvar starts to run back toward the circle of light, CPC turns off the blue light and the light begins to fade out. The lone figure on the bolder sees Silvar for the first time and jumps off its perch running full speed at the old man, its claws gleam in the light of the circle. Silvar screams in terror as the light goes out, leaving CPC in his dressing room alone. He is smiling, looking in a mirror that does not cast his reflection, but something far more sinister.
Post by Shane Sullivan on Mar 31, 2018 0:45:11 GMT -5
Chapter 17: Start of the First Round
A knock on the door brings CPC back into focus. He looks again into the mirror and straights his bolo tie and curls one side of his mustache.
Ms. Liberty in a smart two piece red business suit with blue tie pokes her head in the room and looks around.
“Is Triple S still here?”
“No love he’s…he had to leave, something about a sick love one.”
Ms. Liberty crinkles her nose in annoyance.
“Dang it. I wanted an autograph. You would think being the wife of the owner would grant you an audience.”
“I’m sorry love; if he comes back I will be sure to introduce you properly.”
“Guess that will have to do. By the way the Estorians are looking for you and they are not happy.”
“So what else is new?”
CPC strides for the door and heads out to the corridor, he takes Ms. Liberty’s arm and they both head off to look for the Estorians. As the door closes, the room brightens a bit only the wall clock making any sound.
We head to the locker room of Meteor who is hitting a hand paddle being held by a robot. Cassandra sits in a chair in the back of the room.
“You know if you followed that cross with an elbow smash you would get in two moves for the energy of one.”
“Cassandra, if I wanted tips from you I would pull your hair.”
“I’m trying to maintain focus, I have a match with Reptillo the Destroyer. You do know what he does right? I have to fight for my life in there. This isn’t a contest this is a war.”
Meteor stops hitting the paddle and turns around to look at Cassandra. He takes in the long white dress with leather spike collar around the waist and neck. He shakes his head to stay focused and scowls.
“I would really like it if you left, you're..you're distracting me.”
“So right.” She laughs at this and stands up. “Honey I came in here to tell you that I heard the Hachapeesians of Rigel have made contact with Mars.”
“What?! When?! Did they get a hold of Lance?”
“Honey, they just made contact, I doubt the first message was “Tell Meteor I’m ok, love Lance At-las.””
Meteor looks down and puts his hand to his chin, he is in deep thought.
“This is good news. Real good news. Soon Lance could be back here helping put the GWF back in power. He needs to know some things.”
He looks up in a surprised expression.
“Oh, you’re still here. Nothing. Nothing. Thank you for telling me this. You didn’t have to sit there and watch me for so long you know, you could have just told me when you came in.”
Cassandra runs her finger over the sweaty chest of Meteor and smiles.
“Wouldn’t have been nearly as fun honey.”
Cassandra swishes her dress and heads out through the door.
“Oh and Meteor? Be careful, would be a shame if something happened to you out there tonight.”
The door closes and Meteor stares at the door.
“Yep….still got it.”
The speaker in the room goes off.
Meteor and Reptillo the Destroyer to the curtain. Thank you for your cooperation.
Meteor grabs a towel and wipes himself down. He smiles at the interaction that just happened and heads for the curtain.
#5 Reptillo the Destroyer vs. #12 Meteor.
Sin and Salvation sit at the announcer booth both men await the red light from the camera. Meteor’s music hits, the camera light turns red.
“Ladies and gentleman, all a-sexual beings across the galaxy! Welcome to the Impossible tournament!”
“That’s right Sal, tonight we will have the longest, most grueling tournament in all sports. Tonight we crown a new champion, retire an old one and set about watching the best wrestling in the galaxy, CPC wrestling.
“Looks we have the first match of the night starting now!”
“Meteor is strolling down, looking very happy, Sal?”
“Yeah he is smiling like a Fluxian Kitty, does he have a game plan to counter the Destroyer?”
“I don’t know, maybe he just has resigned himself to his demise.”
On the holo screen it shows Meteor’s record W110 - L84 – ND-2 No titles held.
Meteor hops in the ring and throws some punches. He waves at the crowd who is cheering him on, when the lights go out in the arena. Reptillo’s music hits and the lights come on but they are all red. The Holo Screen has Destroyer in white letters on black background. The bass is deafening. Reptillo slithers on the ground then pops up on the entrance ramp. He points at Meteor and throat slashes. He slowly makes his way to the ring.
“Well Sin, that man is monster. I just hope he doesn’t maim Meteor like the last guy. We could be running out of wrestlers if he keeps this up.”
“That’s right Sal, this man is no joke, like you are.”
“You’re a joke.”
“Hey! Be professional.”
The holo screen shows Reptillo’s record. W80 – L14 – ND 108 No titles.
The lights come on as Reptillo enters the ring. He grabs the ropes and roars at the crowd.
The ring announcer does the introductions and the ref calls for the bell.
Reptillo charges across the ring only to meet a foot in the face from Meteor. Meteor drives him face first into the mat. Reptillo rolls from the ring in obvious pain.
He roars at Meteor who is raising his hands getting the crowd into the match. The ref holds back Meteor as Reptillo enters the ring. The two begin to circle each other as the go to lock up , Reptillo swings his tail and trips Meteor. He follows with a falling elbow to Meteor’s chest. Then he begins to bite Meteor’s head. The ref begins to count to five; Reptillo releases his victim and stands up. Meteor is rolling around holding his face as Reptillo roars at the crowd. Meteor is busted open and blood is pouring down his face. Reptillo begins to punch him in the face over and over again. Meteor goes down in a heap.
Reptillo turns his back to Meteor and begins using his tail like a whip, smacking him over and over with it. Meteor crawls to the ropes and tries to pull himself up. Reptillo helps him up only to head-butt him in the face, knocking him down again. Reptillo is enjoying playing with his food. Meteor is trying to shake the cobwebs but every time he lifts his head Reptillo hits him down to the mat. The end of the match comes as Reptillo picks Meteor up lifts him up by his neck, feet kicking in the air and then two-hand slams him to the mat. The three count is academic. Reptillo licks the blood off Meteor’s face and then picks him up and tosses him out of the ring, where he lands badly and in a heap, unmoving.
“Wow! Meteor was steamrolled in that match. Reptillo weathered the early storm, but just overwhelmed the younger wrestler.”
“Biting him in the face didn’t hurt either Sal.”
“Right! Well that advances the Destroyer into the next round where he will face the winner of Black Hole Bart or Sectarian.”
“Well that match got the ole blood pumping brother, what’s next on the schedule?”
“Says here, Gila the Great vs. someone named Adam Blast, from Earth.”
“I’ve never heard of him have you Sal?”
“Nope maybe he is some new blood for the ranks.”
“Not that you would know about blood ya pansy. But I’m pumped up to see Gila, who is my dark horse to win this thing.”
“You’re a pansy. I’m taking the new guy, because Gila is a jerk.”
“Why you got call me a pansy? Why?”
“Sorry Sin, sorry folks at home.”
“Every dang time with you.”
“Let’s go up to the ring.”
As the music for Gila the Great hits, we head to the curtain where Adam Blast is standing a few yards away nervously awaiting his music. Ms. Liberty walks up to him.
“Hello Adam, I'm Ms. Liberty.”
Adam Blast looks over at Ms. Liberty and he is awestruck with her beauty. He tries to straighten up and suck in his gut, but it comes of like he is trying not to fall.
“Are you ok?”
“Yes ma’am. Just startled me is all.”
“I see. Well I wanted to meet with you earlier and wish you luck, but from the looks of you, I don’t think you’ll need it.”
“That is right kind of ya ma’am. But to tell you the truth, I’m a bit nervous. Gila the Great? Hoowee. I tell ya, he looks bigger in person, and the crowd is huge. My last match was in front of two hundred people at a Bingo Hall in Macon Georgia. It’s in the U.S. of A on earth.”
“I’m from earth Adam.”
“No kidding? That’s great.”
“Well I handpicked you Adam for this tournament. I don’t know why, but I just have a good feeling about you. Go out there and just do what you have been doing in the indies. Gila’s weakness is he has hard time getting up, if you knock him down. Watch out for his tail and he will bite you if he can.”
“Thank you Ma’am. I will sure watch out for that tail.”
“Come see me afterwards if you win.”
Adam Blast to the curtain, thank you for your cooperation.
“Well I best be off.”
“Good luck tonight Adam.”
Adam smiles and shakes Ms. Liberty’s hand, their touch lingers for a moment.
“Thanks again Ma’am.”
He runs off towards the curtain as Gila’s music finishes and his begins.
Ms. Liberty looks at her hand for a moment then back at the retreating Adam Blast. She sighs a little then shakes her head. “…Shouldn’t think such thoughts Sweetie.”
As she walks away, Solaris appears in a bright light. He looks around at the throng of people running about. He stops at a message board and types in Cephus O’Reilly. The board gives him a dressing room number. He takes a deep sigh then shakes his fist at the sky. Putting his hands in his robe he makes his way to dressing room number sixty nine.
Post by Shane Sullivan on Mar 31, 2018 22:56:10 GMT -5
Chapter 18: It’s a Blast and then there’s the Cephus.
Adam Blast comes out from the curtain to the star spangled banner. He’s not happy with this selection and it shows on his face. The holo board shows his record at 0W- 0L – 0 ND no titles. He looks around at the crowd and smiles as a group of his buddies are in the third row along the rail. They are going nuts for their friend. He nods his head at his buddies then looks in the ring at Gila the Great. Gila is standing on the bottom rope, bouncing up and down yelling something at Adam. As Adam approaches Gila sits on the second rope and holds open the rope. Adam stops and stares, he has seen this move by Gila before. He just stands there till Gila laughs and comes off the ropes. Adam one hops up to the ring apron and while watching Gila he steps through the ropes.
The ring announcer begins the introductions and finally the ref calls for the bell. Gila just leans back in the corner and waves Adam over. Adam tentatively comes in looking to lock up. Gila fires his tail between his legs right into Adam’s groin. He falls like he was shot, holding his stuff and groaning in pain.
Gila hops up on the second rope and drops a double knee stomp on the prone American. Seeing that Adam is not moving, he goes for the pin. The ref gets to two, before tapping Gila on the back. Adam’s foot is draped over the bottom rope.
Roaring in anger, Gila slithers around on the mat and comes up to Adam and bites him on shoulder. The ref is threatening to call the match if Gila bites again.
Finally coming back into focus Adam rolls out of the ring to take a breather. Gila again sits on the second rope, holding the top rope open for Adam. Adam walks over like he is dazed and puts one knee on the apron, as he goes to grab the bottom rope, he quickly grabs Gila by the waist and pulls him to the floor. Throwing punches into the lizards head, Adam kind of goes into a rage and starts stomping Gila.
The ref reaches eight and Adam rolls in, by the count of nine Gila slithers in only to be clotheslined back out to the floor. Adam jumps on the top turnbuckle and when Gila gets to his feet, Adam hits him with a perfect missile drop kick, sending Gila flying onto the guard rail. Exploding to his feet and yelling, Adam gets the crowd behind him.
Grabbing Gila who is trying to escape, Adam slings him into the ringside stairs. The ref count hits nine and Adam rolls in and back out, breaking the count. Gila is in a world of hurt, laying there in ball. Adam runs up the stairs and hits a falling elbow drop, grabbing him up Adam hits a power bomb on Gila on the ringside stairs.
The ref is yelling to get it back in the ring. Adam picks up the broken lizard and tosses him into the ring. Adam slides in and meets Gila’s tail; it smashes him in the face knocking him back out to the floor.
Gila, stands up wobbly and yells at Adam. Adam slowly makes his way back to the ring. Both men look at each other in anger and run at each other. Adam goes high with a clothesline and Gila goes low with a leg sweep, they both miss and land awkwardly on the mat.
Gila is the first to get to his feet, he is holding his back and looking miserable. Adam gets to all fours and receives a kick to the ribs. Gila gets on Adams back and puts him in the Lizard clutch. Using his tail for added leverage, he pulls on Adam’s neck, straining his back. It looks like Adam is going to tap, until Adam gets an arm loose and spins his body around. Gila is surprised, but goes for a pin attempt.
Adam bucks him off, quickly pops up and jumps on Gila’s back. Adam goes for a sleeper-hold but Gila is able to grab the ropes breaking the hold.
The ref pulls Adam away; Gila slowly rises to his feet and is meet by a drop kick to the face. He slings of the ropes from the momentum of the kick and lands face first on the mat. Adam jumps over him and to the top rope. He waits for Gila to get to his feet and hits another missile drop kick. Gila goes down hard, Adam jumps over him again and up to the opposite top turnbuckle. He looks at his buddies and put up his thumb in a thumb up gesture. His buddies go crazy. Adam jumps off and hits a frog splash. The ref counts to three and the first upset of the tournament is in the books.
Adam jumps to his feet and whoops and hollers. He jumps from the ring and high fives fans as he heads to the back.
Salvation is standing up in the booth, clapping Adam to the back.
“I told you he would win!”
“He got lucky, Gila was off his game, looked like he ate before the match.”
“No, that kid has something Sin, I tell you we are looking at a future star.”
“Well I bet if Gila hadn’t eaten before the match, this would have been a way different story.”
“I don’t care, that was a great match and a great upset.”
“No need to get all fired up and rude. I was just saying.”
“Well folks at home we have a small ad break then back to the action. Next up we have a great match up, Thee Buck Steele the former boxer is heading to action against, the biker boss Pulsar."
“A True Boxer vs. wrestler match up. We haven’t seen one of those since CPC utterly crushed the spirit of Billy Joe Boxer.”
“Yeah Sin, that was an ugly, terrible, no good match. Hopefully we will see a different outcome. Buck has been training with CPC, so I hopeful he will have a better showing.”
“True, he has looked good in a few matches I have seen him in. He looks pretty tough, unlike you.”
“You’re not tough.”
“See right there! That is what I’m talking about. Maybe Vice should be your partner.”
“No, no..I was kidding. Calm down.”
“Fine, but one more and I’m gone.”
“I’ll be good.”
We leave the two partners and head to the back area. Specifically to room sixty nine.
Solaris walks up to the door that has a piece of a paper with number sixty nine taped over room twenty three. He goes to knock, when the door opens and Miss Sadie sticks her face though the opening.
“Do you have the Yoo Hoo!?”
“I’m sorry what?”
Sadie looks past him, looking for someone in the hallway. She looks at Solaris huffs and closes the door in his face. Solaris looks down at his feet and grits his teeth. He takes a deep breath and knocks again. Sadie opens the door and looks at him with big what the hell you want eyes.
“May I speak with Cephus please?”
“Because he’s not supposed to be here. Actually you are not supposed to be here either, you're not of this time period, or world.”
“The two headed lady said that we were supposed to save this world.”
“No, you are not needed, she overstepped her bounds.”
The door flings open and Cephus in his red and black singlet stares at Solaris with utter contempt.
“You are not the Yoo Hoo vender. Go away.”
Solaris puts up a finger and a bright light blinds them both, he lightly pushes them back into the room and closes the door behind him.
“Why?! I’m blind! Momma!”
“It will pass.”
“I’ll never get to see my beautiful Sadie again, see the frothy goodness of a Yoo Hoo. WHY!!?”
Cephus falls to the floor holding his eyes. Sadie rubs at her eyes, her vision already clearing.
“What the heck old man?”
“You two need to leave this world.”
“We can’t. We were told that this world need us. We have to win the tournament, plus we don't know how to go back.”
“You were sent in error.”
“On your world was Cephus the GWF world Champion?”
“Has he even won a match?”
“LIES!!” Cephus stands up and looks angry. “I have never lost a match, not even one time!”
“I didn’t ask if you lost a match, I asked if you have ever won one.”
Cephus contemplates this, and then holds up a finger.
“Look, I understand you were told that you are to save this world. Cephus, you will not win this tournament, actually you can put all that I have worked for in danger if you did win. I need you to throw your match and stay out of the way. Actually I could use you two, to find CPC’s time machine. Can I count on you two to help me save this world, by doing what I need?"
“So let me get this straight, you want me to lose my match on purpose, you then want me to run around this arena and try to find a time machine? What’s in this for me?”
“You’ll help save this world.”
“Don’t care about this world.”
“You just said you were in the tournament to save this world.”
“That was before. You said I can’t win. So, if I can’t have undying love of all fans everywhere because I’m the best. What do I get?”
“What do you want?”
“I want…a box of Moon Pies and….”
“Cephus!” Sadie interrupts. “You can wish for anything! Don’t be stupid.”
“You’re right.” Cephus looks seriously at Solaris. “Two boxes…”
“Cephus!” Sadie again yells.
“Oh my…let me.”
“Fine, I’m only the super genius, what do I know.”
Cephus turns his back in disgust. Sadie walks over to Solaris.
“We want to go back to our home, ten million credits and…three boxes of Moon Pies.”
“Counter offer, I won’t leave you here and one box of Moon Pies.”
Cephus turns and shakes Solaris hand. “Sold.”
Sadie rolls her eyes as the two men shake hands.
“So what am I looking for?”
“I’m not sure, but I am sure CPC has it hidden somewhere.”
“No worries, I got this.”
“Don’t forget. You mustn’t win your match.”
“Yeah no problem, I can do that.”
“Good. I’ll be in touch.”
Solaris disappears in a bright light. Sadie looks at Cephus with her hands on her hips.
“I didn’t say how big a box did I? Super Genius remember?”