Post by Dagvald Riddik on Feb 25, 2020 13:18:48 GMT -5
The music that plays after one dies in Mario breaks out over the PA system, followed by the opening track of "Game Over" by Lil' Flip as La Gama Blanca of all people steps out on the stage, his little fists held high; when he drops them to his side, white and green fireworks shoot up around him, filling the air with a green haze that hangs while he makes his way down to the ring. Using the steps to climb onto the apron, Gama scales onto the nearest turnbuckle as the chorus hits, pumping his fists along with each chant of the name Flip. On the final one, unsurprisingly, he flips off the top to land in the center of the ring, as "Game Over" is uttered one final time before silence takes over. La Gama Blanca moves to his corner following that to await the start of the match.
“How Soon is Now” hits the speakers as Billy Richards steps out from behind the curtain to a warm reception. He wastes no time, heading straight towards the ring, slapping outstretched hands along the way before sliding under the ropes and stretching out his limbs.
Song 2 by Blur plays over the sound system as Shawn skips through the curtain. He puts his arm in the air, shouting whoo hoo that's on the song before walking down the ramp wearing red and white stars and stripes trousers with black elbow and knee pads along with white boots.
Adilene Floyd: “From Seattle, Washington, he is The Young Hit Wonder, Shawn Young!”
He high fives the fans as he rolls into the ring and climbs on the turnbuckle and shouts Woo-hoo with his right arm up with the crowd cheering for him as he then climbs down, jumping around as he waits for his opponent to come out.
Although all three competitors are in the ring and ready to go, there seems to be some kind of hold up. As the crowd in the arena begins to murmur in confusion, the titantron lights up with what appears to be a police escort headed from the Portland International Airport towards the arena.
As the helicopter shot pans back it is revealed that several tanks, Strykers and military officials appear to be involved in the escort as well, and leading the way, dozens of elephants adorned in the finest oriental silks and lavish jewelry.
The escort is now within blocks of the arena and entire marching bands from all the area’s most elite schools are lining the sidewalks, conducted by the whirring bagpipes of Portland’s own Unipiper, playing a fight song fitting for the great Spartans of ancient times, and joining the escort as it passes.
Crowds have begun gathering in Pioneer Square to celebrate, the sound of pure euphoria emanating from them. This display of majestic pageantry is once in a lifetime, and these people are aware that their human experience is peaking before their very eyes.
The crowd in the arena can now hear the faint sound of drums in the distance; whoever it is that’s coming, they’re near.
Several parade floats can be seen in the mix, adorned with everything from professional gymnasts, to circus performers, all the way to Academy Award winner Nicolas Cage.
As the menagerie of art and wealth approaches the arena parking lot, the sky begins to light up with a display of pure pyrotechnic beauty. A senior citizen is seen shedding a single tear, thankful that they were able to see such exotic colors for the first time since the good old days.
As the fireworks end the crowd begins to subside. Our mystery man has entered the building.
Multiple trap doors open in the stage and platforms raise up from them, carrying a small orchestra that begins playing a very intense tune.
One lone trapdoor remains in the center, laser beams begin shooting down from the sky in a spinning circle around this portal of mystery, as a giant cloud of steam shoots out like the geysers of Yellowstone.
As the fog begins to subside a familiar face is almost visible, when out of nowhere, a landfill sized load of confetti begins pouring from the ceilings.
The crowd is going Gwen Steffani levels of bananas, everyone trying to see the mystery man through the mist of rainbow and glitter.
Just as the front row is about to get an unfair advantage, the arena speakers kick back on. A single prerecorded (the big money payoff comes later) voice line echoes with thundering bass throughout the venue.
WHOA
MY
GOD
Security has their hands full trying to keep people from jumping the barrier, they’ve never been this excited. Several women are trying to propose from the front row.
Freddy Whoa walks to the commentary table and pulls a veil back to reveal a giant golden throne, at which he takes a seat.
All three competitors are standing in the ring in stunned silence, jaws agape. They never thought they’d get to see their childhood hero in person.
The sound of the bell ringing snaps Shawn Young out of it and charges La Gama Blanca, punting him into the ropes, then punting him again when he rebounds. This time, Billy Richards comes to and catches his little arm. He hits an arm drag and a locks in an arm bar. Shawn Young watches closely trying to let Richards inflict some damage without letting him win. La Gama manages to roll right out of the hold thanks to his small stature and slips behind Richards. Young tries to catch him, but Blanca slips between his legs.
Chris Avery: Well folks, despite the odd distraction the match seems to be underway. Let’s not let our guest detract from the athleticism which is always on display here on 201 & Fun.
Billy: I know we were slated to receive some new commentators for this show, but that wasn’t supposed to be until Rush!
Chris: I have a feeling Freddy isn’t what management had in mind. Anyway, back to the match!
Young chases after Blanca, but Richards catches him from behind with a Hurricanrana. He follows up with a handspring enziguri when he tries to get back up. Blanca tries to charge towards him but gets caught with a hiptoss. Blanca bounces up with his lucha energy and ducks under a vicious punch. He then returns a flurry of kicks to the shin, stunning Richards.
Young takes advantage and kips up into a dropkick. He knocks Richards off his feet but he catches himself against the ropes. Blanca avoids danger, letting Young nail a roundhouse kick. Young turns to Blanca, and catches him with a monkey flip. Blanca falls out of the ring, so Young turns his focus back to Richards.
Billy: This match is picking up! Young may have an opportunity here! Maybe our guest has something to say?
Freddy Whoa remains silent upon his golden throne.
Chris Avery: Quit acknowledging him, Young is about to win this one!
Young is luring Richards into his trap. He manages to stand up, but gets stunned again with a superkick! He looks like he’ll keep his composure for a few seconds before collapsing face first onto the mat! Young seizes his chance and hits a Springboard Moonsault!
Billy: He may have it!
One!
Two!
Th-La Gama Blanca says I think not! He hits a diving fist drop right to the head of Young! He’s hurting! Richards is coming too, though and shoves Blanca out of the way. Blanca tries to hit a Shining Wizard but gets caught with a Running Knee Strike! Richards wants to make a comeback!
He goes for the pin but Young hops back in the ring and stops the momentum of his opponent once again with a German suplex from behind!
But not really! Swerve! Richards reverses it into Devils Haircut!
Chris Avery: This match keeps getting turned around! Now Richards is in charge!
Richards goes for the pin!
One!
Two!
Thre
He forgot about Blanca who interrupts the pin by hitting a Shining Wizard on Richards! He locks in a headscissors armbar on Richards! He’s hurting! He’s thinking about it! He’s looking around with nowhere to go!
Except the ropes! He grabs them and forces the release! So Blanca rolls over and locks in a Fujiwara Armbar on Young!
Billy: SHITFIRE this stubborn luchador is trying his damnedest to pick up his first win in Action Wrestling! Maybe our guest has something to say about that? Maybe even just one word?
Chris Avery: Look, Billy, Richards is going for a high impact move!
Richards is on the top rope! Blanca looks up and see him at the last minute! He scrambles out of the way at the last possible second allowing Richards to land a powerful Corkscrew Moonsault! He crushes Young, but he can’t go for the pin while Blanca is still running around. He goes after the elusive luchador, but gets caught with a drop toe hold. La Gama seamlessly transitions to a rear naked choke!
Young hears the agony of Richards and tries desperately to break it up! He can only barely reach a hand out to his opponent! His opponent grabs it! Blanca sees this and laughs as they can’t do anything to get out of it!
Except Young grabs the ropes and that means Blanca has to let go! The referee thinks! He’s not one hundred percent sure but Blanca begrudgingly lets go, and gets locked into the Wonder Lock!
Before Richards can break it up, Blanca taps out under the intense pain! The ref signals for the bell and Young is proclaimed the victor! He poses and wears a very proud face!
Freddy Whoa: “Whoa”.
Freddy then stands up, is lowered off his throne by legions of personal security and servants, and exits through the curtain where a private car is waiting to take him back to the airport.
“How Soon is Now” hits the speakers as Billy Richards steps out from behind the curtain to a warm reception. He wastes no time, heading straight towards the ring, slapping outstretched hands along the way before sliding under the ropes and stretching out his limbs.
Song 2 by Blur plays over the sound system as Shawn skips through the curtain. He puts his arm in the air, shouting whoo hoo that's on the song before walking down the ramp wearing red and white stars and stripes trousers with black elbow and knee pads along with white boots.
Adilene Floyd: “From Seattle, Washington, he is The Young Hit Wonder, Shawn Young!”
He high fives the fans as he rolls into the ring and climbs on the turnbuckle and shouts Woo-hoo with his right arm up with the crowd cheering for him as he then climbs down, jumping around as he waits for his opponent to come out.
Although all three competitors are in the ring and ready to go, there seems to be some kind of hold up. As the crowd in the arena begins to murmur in confusion, the titantron lights up with what appears to be a police escort headed from the Portland International Airport towards the arena.
As the helicopter shot pans back it is revealed that several tanks, Strykers and military officials appear to be involved in the escort as well, and leading the way, dozens of elephants adorned in the finest oriental silks and lavish jewelry.
The escort is now within blocks of the arena and entire marching bands from all the area’s most elite schools are lining the sidewalks, conducted by the whirring bagpipes of Portland’s own Unipiper, playing a fight song fitting for the great Spartans of ancient times, and joining the escort as it passes.
Crowds have begun gathering in Pioneer Square to celebrate, the sound of pure euphoria emanating from them. This display of majestic pageantry is once in a lifetime, and these people are aware that their human experience is peaking before their very eyes.
The crowd in the arena can now hear the faint sound of drums in the distance; whoever it is that’s coming, they’re near.
Several parade floats can be seen in the mix, adorned with everything from professional gymnasts, to circus performers, all the way to Academy Award winner Nicolas Cage.
As the menagerie of art and wealth approaches the arena parking lot, the sky begins to light up with a display of pure pyrotechnic beauty. A senior citizen is seen shedding a single tear, thankful that they were able to see such exotic colors for the first time since the good old days.
As the fireworks end the crowd begins to subside. Our mystery man has entered the building.
Multiple trap doors open in the stage and platforms raise up from them, carrying a small orchestra that begins playing a very intense tune.
One lone trapdoor remains in the center, laser beams begin shooting down from the sky in a spinning circle around this portal of mystery, as a giant cloud of steam shoots out like the geysers of Yellowstone.
As the fog begins to subside a familiar face is almost visible, when out of nowhere, a landfill sized load of confetti begins pouring from the ceilings.
The crowd is going Gwen Steffani levels of bananas, everyone trying to see the mystery man through the mist of rainbow and glitter.
Just as the front row is about to get an unfair advantage, the arena speakers kick back on. A single prerecorded (the big money payoff comes later) voice line echoes with thundering bass throughout the venue.
WHOA
MY
GOD
Security has their hands full trying to keep people from jumping the barrier, they’ve never been this excited. Several women are trying to propose from the front row.
Freddy Whoa walks to the commentary table and pulls a veil back to reveal a giant golden throne, at which he takes a seat.
All three competitors are standing in the ring in stunned silence, jaws agape. They never thought they’d get to see their childhood hero in person.
The sound of the bell ringing snaps Shawn Young out of it and charges La Gama Blanca, punting him into the ropes, then punting him again when he rebounds. This time, Billy Richards comes to and catches his little arm. He hits an arm drag and a locks in an arm bar. Shawn Young watches closely trying to let Richards inflict some damage without letting him win. La Gama manages to roll right out of the hold thanks to his small stature and slips behind Richards. Young tries to catch him, but Blanca slips between his legs.
Chris Avery: Well folks, despite the odd distraction the match seems to be underway. Let’s not let our guest detract from the athleticism which is always on display here on 201 & Fun.
Billy: I know we were slated to receive some new commentators for this show, but that wasn’t supposed to be until Rush!
Chris: I have a feeling Freddy isn’t what management had in mind. Anyway, back to the match!
Young chases after Blanca, but Richards catches him from behind with a Hurricanrana. He follows up with a handspring enziguri when he tries to get back up. Blanca tries to charge towards him but gets caught with a hiptoss. Blanca bounces up with his lucha energy and ducks under a vicious punch. He then returns a flurry of kicks to the shin, stunning Richards.
Young takes advantage and kips up into a dropkick. He knocks Richards off his feet but he catches himself against the ropes. Blanca avoids danger, letting Young nail a roundhouse kick. Young turns to Blanca, and catches him with a monkey flip. Blanca falls out of the ring, so Young turns his focus back to Richards.
Billy: This match is picking up! Young may have an opportunity here! Maybe our guest has something to say?
Freddy Whoa remains silent upon his golden throne.
Chris Avery: Quit acknowledging him, Young is about to win this one!
Young is luring Richards into his trap. He manages to stand up, but gets stunned again with a superkick! He looks like he’ll keep his composure for a few seconds before collapsing face first onto the mat! Young seizes his chance and hits a Springboard Moonsault!
Billy: He may have it!
One!
Two!
Th-La Gama Blanca says I think not! He hits a diving fist drop right to the head of Young! He’s hurting! Richards is coming too, though and shoves Blanca out of the way. Blanca tries to hit a Shining Wizard but gets caught with a Running Knee Strike! Richards wants to make a comeback!
He goes for the pin but Young hops back in the ring and stops the momentum of his opponent once again with a German suplex from behind!
But not really! Swerve! Richards reverses it into Devils Haircut!
Chris Avery: This match keeps getting turned around! Now Richards is in charge!
Richards goes for the pin!
One!
Two!
Thre
He forgot about Blanca who interrupts the pin by hitting a Shining Wizard on Richards! He locks in a headscissors armbar on Richards! He’s hurting! He’s thinking about it! He’s looking around with nowhere to go!
Except the ropes! He grabs them and forces the release! So Blanca rolls over and locks in a Fujiwara Armbar on Young!
Billy: SHITFIRE this stubborn luchador is trying his damnedest to pick up his first win in Action Wrestling! Maybe our guest has something to say about that? Maybe even just one word?
Chris Avery: Look, Billy, Richards is going for a high impact move!
Richards is on the top rope! Blanca looks up and see him at the last minute! He scrambles out of the way at the last possible second allowing Richards to land a powerful Corkscrew Moonsault! He crushes Young, but he can’t go for the pin while Blanca is still running around. He goes after the elusive luchador, but gets caught with a drop toe hold. La Gama seamlessly transitions to a rear naked choke!
Young hears the agony of Richards and tries desperately to break it up! He can only barely reach a hand out to his opponent! His opponent grabs it! Blanca sees this and laughs as they can’t do anything to get out of it!
Except Young grabs the ropes and that means Blanca has to let go! The referee thinks! He’s not one hundred percent sure but Blanca begrudgingly lets go, and gets locked into the Wonder Lock!
Before Richards can break it up, Blanca taps out under the intense pain! The ref signals for the bell and Young is proclaimed the victor! He poses and wears a very proud face!
Freddy Whoa: “Whoa”.
Freddy then stands up, is lowered off his throne by legions of personal security and servants, and exits through the curtain where a private car is waiting to take him back to the airport.