[VS] Triple threat for Gold and Glory

[York]

HE CHAMP WANTS YOU! If you’re reading this and you think you’re a bad dude, butt kicker, powerhouse, or brawling aficionado of any kind, than this is a message for you, brother!

The Openweight Champion of the World, Adrian Idol, is calling you out for being a punk weakling who will crumble like an old cookie under the might of Pure Professional Wrestling, the greatest fighting style that exists beneath sun, sea, or sky!

If you’ve got anything to say about these words, and you can summon the guts, meet THE CHAMPION HIMSELF at the Horace Boxing Gym for a no hold’s barred, no referee, no ring outs fight for the belt!

PROVE HIM WRONG, PROVE YOURSELF RIGHT, HOT STUFF! BEWARE OF FALSE IDOLS! THERE IS ONLY ONE, AND HE IS THE BEST WRESTLER IN THE WORLD! DO YOU DARE CHALLENGE HIM!? THEN WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? ARE YOU CHICKEN? THIS AIN'T A CHICKEN FARM, JACK! THIS IS THE REAL WORLD!

Time is ticking, the champion will only be in town for an undisclosed period of time. Don’t let this opportunity slip through your fingers like a LOSER WOULD! Immortality is within your grasp. You just have to come to the Horace Boxing Gym and take it!

Note: Leave the children and kittens at home. This is no place for them

Idol stepped out of the boxing gym’s shower room, a towel around his waist and another wiping his head down. For all the trouble he had to go through to get the gym to himself for the week he’d be around, he figured the owner would have at least provided him with something better to shower with, other than watered down shampoo and hairy soap.

But the shower alone was not what Idol had rented the gym for. No, the reason he had rented the gym was sitting in the center of the boxing ring, facing him like an expecting pet. Something as beautiful as the WBCW World Openweight Championship Belt deserved better than being defended in a dingy field or a moist alley. It needed a ring, with ring ropes, and ring corners. A venue that demanded respect from those who entered it. A venue fitting of the man who called himself the champion.

Hurling his head towel onto the top rope, Idol rolled into the ring and lay on his stomach, crossing and uncrossing his legs as he stared at his reflection in the belt. “There’s gonna be some more angry challengers today, honey” he said to the belt, “but don’t worry. I won’t let anything get in between us, and our dream of becoming number one.”

As he stared into his own gold-tinted reflection, Idol rolled onto his back and kipped up to his feet. Facing away from the door, he pulled the towel off of his waist, exposing the bright red wrestling trunks with his name, Idol, spelled on the back in sparkling letters. “Let ‘em come” he said, approaching the corner of the ring where the rest of his wrestling gear rest, “I’ll send ‘em back to where they came from with some bruises to remember me by.”

[SnowDog]

Normally when someone would read these kind of posters, they could tell the promoter was trying to sell whoever the main event was. Marina, however, read it a bit differently. There was something about the human being advertised here that didn’t sit right with her... Maybe it was his face, maybe the bravado being presented before her, maybe it was the fact this human had called her barnyard fowl. It didn’t matter why, because what this guy was selling what something Marina found herself buying. She wanted that special belt!

Wrestling was not a lost form of entertainment to Fishmen. In fact, some of the pirates Marina used to hang around had a history with the flashy, over the top kind to wrestling. To her, this poster served as a call to arms of sorts! While she was in the town, she went about acquiring some sort of garb for her wrestling attire. She had to keep her identity a secret, least any stationed Marines come after her during all of this. Her attire for the event included a masquerade mask of sorts, with large wing like protrusions to the side to help hide her fin-like ears. Her normal top was replaced with a dark sports bra looking piece, decorated in bedazzled white swirls. She donned some black bracers and managed to snag a pair of bright orange, tiger-striped leggings that absolutely clashed with the drab green color of her skin and scales. Finally, she had allocated herself a pair of large dark boots to complete the ensemble. She had wrapped herself underneath a dark cloak with makeshift hood as to hide herself until she made it to the arena, all a part of her “Grand Reveal”, if it were.

Once her outfit was complete, Marina made her way towards the Boxing Arena. Upon entering, she walked past all of the other wannabe contenders getting ready in the lobby area, bee-lining it to the main entry way to the ring. The door flung open with blinding speed and she stood there looking down at her challenge already waiting inside for her.

“IDOL!” She hollered down at him, clasping at her makeshift cloak. In one fluid motion she pulled the pancho-like garment off her shoulders, the fabric billowing for a short while after. There she stood, her wrestling attire now illuminated as she continued to hold her concentration on Idol below. She raised a determined fist to the champion, “I’m here to take your title, your pride, and most importantly, that belt from you! So says: LAS TIBURÓN!”

[Smiley]

"ACTUAL STRONG MAN PASSING THROUGH!"
The boisterous giant fishman roared out while walking past the puny, minuscule, insignificant termites that called themselves "fighters" that surrounded him, dressed in his usual attire of blue denim pants, a ripped shirt that might or might not be from the time he got arrested and leather boots, finding it unnecessary to get a different outfit when the one he has already is perfect, certainly standing out among the small shitlings around himself.

And of course, he didn't hold back on establishing his dominance. By stealing the protein shake off of one guy that was about to drink it and intimidating him into standing perfectly still so that his head could serve as the support for his elbow, he chugged it all down until he threw aside the empty cup, ripping someone else's tanktop into pieces just to clean off his shell. 
Some may have dared to get angry with him.
But the caved in noses and bleeding bodies are not Bucket's fault and, legally, no one can prove it. 

Bitch.

"Sure, right, eyecandy! That belt is going to be used to tighten my pajamas!" The rude fishman who may be slightly amped up on alcohol to calm his nerves finally moved into the main area as well, walking straight towards the ring - with no gloves, no protections and no secondary bullshit, he fully intended on fighting with just what he knew - not even caring to try out the other techniques he had been studying. Just his bread and butter.

After all, what he can see is a small fool and a cute fishwoman, both of which he foolishly underestimated right away.

[York]

Dudes in shirts, dudes in shirts, by the time Idol would’ve been done with these challengers, the gym walls could be plastered with dudes in shirts. Ducking a punch from one of the forgettable dudes in shirts Idol had the privilege to share the ring with, he drove his knee into the dude’s shirt covered stomach, grabbing him by the head as he doubled over. Raising the opponents head and holding it up by the chin, Idol quickly spun on his heels and delivered a brutal Roaring elbow to the man’s face, a sickening SMACK sound filling the air as the light went out in the man’s eyes. He watched proudly as his opponent crumpled to the ground like a table whose leg was just kicked out.

“Don’t bother counting, he’s out!” Idol loudly said, grabbing onto the ring’s top rope and jumping from the inside out to the floor. Gently, he pulled the unconscious man out of the ring and laid him in one of the nearby chairs. With the previous opponent dealt with, Idol clapped his hands and turned to face the oncoming opponents near the gym doors.

“Alright boys, who’s next? I can go all day!”

Expecting to face down another dude in just another shirt, Idol was pleasantly surprise to be met with… the exact opposite! Idol whistled at the masked wrestler that stood before him, admiring the showiness and charisma she was exuding in the presence of a skilled opponent. “Maybe she’s from a rival promotion” Idol thought, stepping back into the ring and holding the ropes open, “The South Blue is littered with masked wrestlers, but I don’t think any of them are that tall. She must be a new name.”

“Alright then, Tiburon! Hop in. I’ll make you famous!” he said, “The Openweight Championship is open to all com-“ But before Idol could finish his scripted introduction, a commotion outside of the gym caught his attention. And when the commotion got inside, Idol’s jaw hit the floor.

The man that just burst into the gym was ripped to shreds and was one of the tallest people Idol had ever laid eyes on. Had it not been for the ridiculous bucket on his head, this man could’ve walked into any wrestling company in the world and been given the red carpet treatment. Idol’s eyes widened and his mouth started to drool at the idea of defeating a man of this stature and size.

“Yo-you want my belt too, do you?” He said, wiping his mouth. “Then why don’t you come in here and take it from me. I won’t uhh.”

Well this was awkward. There was supposed to be a queue to ensure that each opponent had their own fair chance at the championship, not at all obstructed by a potential excuse of multiple challengers at once. He wanted to give both of these opponents a fair shake at the belt, but which should go first?

The masked woman was the first of the two to arrive, so fairness dictated that she should get the one on one match. But this jacked up muscleman was going be a chore that he would need all of his strength for. Mentally disqualifying all of the boring men who came to challenge him, he focused his attention to the two standouts before him and pointed a hand at both of them. There was no way he could decide between the two of them, so hopefully they could decide for him

“I accept both of your challenges!” He proudly said, strutting to one of the rings corners and picking up the opulent WBCW World Openweight Championship belt this whole challenge was all about. “So! Which, uh, which one of you wants to go first?””

[SnowDog]

Ya know for a human, this guy had moxie! Marina was pleasantly surprised how serious this guy was for the championship, throwing people left and right out of the ring. He had accepted her challenge without hesitation. Marina started making her way down to the ring when a fishy smell stained her nostrils, at least one that was far fishier than her own natural scent. Before she could react, some jacked up, chauvinistic, muscle head shoved his way down to the ring. ”Excuse me!” she wanted to shout back, it was her turn to challenge this guy next! Who does he think he is to cut in line?! And then he opened his big, dumb, bucket-covered mouth... and what he said set her off the deep end...

Eyecandy? Eyecandy?! Oh this tuna can on legs was going to REGRET that! Cutting in line was one thing, but this... This crossed so many lines. Marina brushed herself off and slid her way into the ring, taking her spot in one of the 4 corners. She exchanged glances with now both of her opponents, debating the next course of action.

”Do I go for Idol? He’s the current champ and beating him gets me that Title... Or do I settle the score with Tuna-Can over there? Take care of him first just to remove the extra competition. Maybe, maybe let them fight each other first then swoop in for the kill! No... That’s no fun...” She continued to cast a glance to the two fighters standing before her, wondering who was gonna throw the first punch.

Screw the waiting! Overthinking things wasn’t gonna make this easier for her! She immediately ran for the ropes, stretching the elastic ropes to empower the clothesline she was bringing towards Bucket.

“HEADS UP, VASE-FACE!”

[Smiley]

Bucket would have been more than just a bit happy to let the two tiny baby boys (or boy and girl but..) fight each other until they were easy pickings, though it seemed that the fishwoman wanted him out of the picture so she could have that belt all for herself, which really felt like a sleight towards the big guy. Like, isn't is so rude and insulting for her to just assume that she can go for the final boss right away? Presumptuous, at the very least.

Of course, he was unaware of the fact that the actual champion was the one with the actual fighting skill, while Bucket was someone who barely remembered his martial arts techniques, having gotten just fine on his own with brute force.
"I'll get to you soon, spring bean, but I think someone wants me first.~"

So, seeing that the one he had called eyecandy was going for a clothesline on him, the taller fishman decided to, in a violent manner, "put her in her place", taking off in a dash so inordinately quickly that his very self disappeared into nothing, using nothing but his own weight and dash to charge directly at the clotheslining girl, trying to literally run her over like a truck does to an innocent bunny.
As he charged, hitting or not, he'd only stop at the other side of the arena, the sudden stop leaving an actual hot trail behind him, the actual friction smoking up the floor. The big guy wasn't playing around and, from what could be seen, wasn't going to hold back anytime soon.

[York]

“Alright” Idol said, almost disappointed in not getting the muscley bucket man first. “The following contest is scheduled for one fall with no time limits.” Gently, he folded the belt’s straps together and tucked it under the bottom ring turnbuckle. Wouldn’t want to accidentally step on it now.

“Someone want to ring the bell or what? Ha ha, just kdding.” Idol said, turning around only to see that the giant man was not one to patiently wait his turn. A squeak of glee left Idol’s mouth, and he put up his hands to engage one of them in a grapple. But who should he go for first? While not usually a creature of indecisiveness, this was a matter that required brain, tact, and grace. Both opponents had a significant height advantage, and a likely strength advantage too. Idol had his wits, and his wrestling. Surely, they would win him the day.

These were all thoughts Idol had in his mind before his opponents decided to go for one another instead of him directly. This wasn't what he had in mind when he told them to settle it amongst themselves. "Hey, I'm not waiting for anything either. The champ waits for no man!" Idol said, in the last moment before the larger of the two opponents suddenly disappeared into nothing, right before his very eyes. The air kicked up by the behemoth’s speed boost made Idol raise his hands to his face to shield his eyes.

“What is this crap?” he tried to say, “How come I always attract these monsters! This is bullshit!”

[SnowDog]

Marina was expecting a fight, sure, but she also knew what to expect when she had signed up. She was hoping a contest like this was going to be more... “sporty”. Over the top, sure, but more like a performance with theatrics rather than an all out beat down. Mister Pot-on-his-Head had a different idea it seemed. In a blink of the eye he darted from one end of the ring to the other, Marina unfortunately standing directly in his path when he did so. The masked piranha girl went spiraling off and now laid flat on the mat after taking the brunt of that rush.

“Well you’re no fun...” She muttered, slowly rising to take a knee while wiping away spit that had spewed from her mouth after taking that charge. She quickly checked her masked to make sure it was still intact. Everything felt like it was still in place, so that was reassuring at least. Marina shot a glance towards Idol who was standing defensively and somewhat in awe.

“Let’s go, Champ!” She hollered his way, quickly rising up, reaching out, and grabbing a hold of his arm. Once her finned hands wrapped around his forearm, she began to spin Idol into a quick lariat with the intention of throwing him into Vaseface. “Quit standing around and Get! In! There!”

[Smiley]

Sadly for both of them, the theatrics of the sport were something that went completely over Bucket's head. All the purposefully weak hits just looked like general human weakness to Bucket, the flashy moves seemed normal and in line with the bullshit he himself liked to pull on a daily basis and, really, the drama that often happened just sounded like typical quarrels between humans! Besides, how can one fake being suplexed out of a cage into the ground below? It was all OBVIOUSLY real and, if he wanted to make sure that no fool even dared to think that someone as amazing as him wasn't for real, he'd have to really put some "Oomph" behind it.

"I'm the most fun guy EVERYWHERE!" The giant fishman howled out with the hype simply pouring out of him, turning to see that the cute fishwoman that he knocked down wasn't just up, she was already going for the Champ. Trusting entirely that she'd be able to get the hold on him and put him in the perfect position for him to crush, the huge beast of a man dashed directly to his position, not going super speed since it simply wasn't needed..

And instead of a punch, a kick, a tackle, anything really, he decided to really put his head to work by swinging his torso down at full force, going for a violent headbutt with the front of his face against the top of the Champ's head, really going for that harsh concussion.