Get up
Get Up
Get Up
Echoes over the loudspeakers in barely electronicized speech, the lights dropping to a pale blue ambience, reminiscent of the night sky, matching the scene unfolding on the 'tron, the now-familiar stealth bomber sliding through moonlit clouds with ease, The crowd already buzzing in anticipation of starting off the night with some definitely high-octane action.
Get up
Get Up
Get Up
It discharges its equally characteristically garish payload, the bomb plummeting through the night sky before zeroing in on and heading for the O2 Arena in historic London, England, the screen going to static as the top of the ramp explodes in a carefully engineered display of pyro, forming a mushroom cloud nearly ten feet high. As the smoke dissipates, Ty strides through to the hard guitar riffs of M.33 and Adam 12, Spider One's vocals a guttural near-shriek.
GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! DROP THE BOMBSHELL!
GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! THIS IS OUT OF CONTROLLLL!
GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! DROP THE BOMBSHELL!
GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! GET Downnnnn?
Mitch: "And his opponent, weighing in a two hundred nineteen pounds, from Newport Beach, California, he is the CURRENT SFW Brute Force Champion, Tyyyy PATTERSONNNNN!!!" Matthews intones, the crowd popping even huger than they were.
Rose: "Ask and ye shall receive, I guess."
Cedar: "You sound less than thrilled."
Rose: "That wannabe wrestler cost me five hundred bucks!"
Cedar: "Not that again. Patterson won that title fair and square!"
Rose: "Says you."
Cedar: "And the tape, and the ref, and the millions of SFW Fan Nation who watched on Pay-Per-View, and who can watch it all again on the Never Surrender DVD, in stores September 2nd, or preorder on SFWShop.com!"
Bombshell continues on as Patterson stands at the head of the ramp, smiling mischievously and pointing to the title belt draped over his shoulder in what has quickly become a trademark pose, a subdued gesture from the otherwise flamboyant SFW Bombshell it's own little irony. After the customary
six seconds, Ty breaks into a slow trot to the ring, slapping hands, mugging for photos and generally interacting with the British fans, the Church of Sheer Awesomeness having quite the worldwide following, apparently. Skar watches the spectacle with a cold set to his jaw, the opinion of mere rabble beneath the Toronto Titan's notice. Ty slips into the ring, under the bottom rope, popping to his feet immediately and staring down the eerily unmoving former champ. Never taking his eyes off Skar, Ty hands over the belt to Jingi, nicely recovered from getting his head nearly taken off courtesy of the Champ the week prior. The referee hands the belt over to the timekeeper, conferring briefly with his protege, Brian Watson, who has drawn the odious duty of watching Damien Zachery for the match. Watson nods, quite capable, if inexperienced, as an official.
Jingi gets back in between both men, a little hesitant to stand directly between Skar and his quarry, looking at both very intense men, giving last second instructions and reminders to both men, the words going largely unheeded by the competitors. Sighing to himself, Jingi simply calls for the bell, letting the chips fall where they may and stepping quickly back as both men rush at each other.
Ty combat rolls to Skar's left just before impact, popping back up and just smiling at the Canadian Satanist as he turns around, an almost playful note in his body language. Skar lunges in with a powerful right, but Ty sidesteps it easily, again declining to counterattack at the moment. Skar seems to be getting quickly frustrated, his body language conveying it more than anything, his swings becoming wild and off-kilter as Patterson bobs and weaves, the crowd cheering nearly as much as they're laughing.
Rose: "Is Ty really suicidal? I could think of better, cleaner ways to kill yourself than pissing off Skar."
Cedar: "Well, Patterson knows damn well he's not going to survive toe-to-toe with Skar, so he's being smart and letting him wear himself out."
Rose: "Need I remind you that Patterson has a losing record against Skar?"
Cedar: "And every one of those losses resulted from outside interference."
Rose: "And?"
Cedar: "If you were any more dense, light itself couldn't escape you."
Rose: "WHAT?!?"
Cedar: "Exactly."
TBC (sorry, ran out of steam)