Just a heads up note: The chapters may get a whole lot longer seeming they're actually going to be the chapters that contain the match. Let me also say that the match will cover quite a few chapters. I told you it'd be hell! Don't worry, I'll make it look good.
A Ladder Stipulation
Chapter 4: Backstage
He woke up quite early that morning and instantly went to Dyna Blade atop the palace, where some of the remaining royals, including Sword and Blade, were waiting to bid him good luck. As he climbed on Dyna Blade, Blade walked up to him.
"We'll all be there!" he said. "Good luck! We all hope you win!" Meta Knight answered the wish with a nod and Dyna Blade took flight, ascending into the air before flying off slowly into the distance towards the arena where he would meet his destiny.
It took a few hours for Meta Knight to reach the stadium, which was a large and prestigious place. Plus, all around it were exotic looking statues and architecture, showing off the casino and the many people who flock there everyday to get a taste of the famous casino within, hoping to earn some money in the process. It was here that Meta Knight would take centre stage.
The event had already started as Dyna blade landed at the entrance, where Meta Knight was counted as a V.I.P, being led to a backstage door to the red carpet leading to the locker room, where he was greeted by wrestling fans who cheered him quite madly as he walked through the door. He waved as he walked, perhaps showing a muscle or two so he could build character. He carried a bag with his wrestling uniform in it, a pair of leather trousers with his name imprinted on them (this is the part where you'll have to imagine Meta Knight looking a little more human shaped). As he walked, he knew the hour was drawing nearer and nearer. It was go time soon, and he had to be at his best.
He walked into the empty locker room to find only two people talking. As he walked in, one turned and gave him a happy welcome. This was Jet, a taller person with long black hair and quite a thin, but still muscled body. He was in wrestling uniform, a pair of jeans with JET imprinted on them. He was also wearing a tattered vest, part of the uniform.
"Hey, it's Meta Knight!" he said, shaking his hand.
"How are you Jet?" he asked.
"Oh man, I can't wait for this!" he said. "Oh, let me introduce you two. Meta Knight, this is Sean" he said. An older person walked up and shook Meta Knight's hand. Meta Knight looked at him for a second. He hand long brown hair and a hairy body.
"I've heard a lot of heroic stories about you" he said. "It's nice to know we can meet in person"
"Me too. Nice to meet you Sean" he said. "You two have a battle plan for this?" Sean, who seemed quite happy, nodded.
"As long as I utilize my Sweet Chin Music and my diving elbow drop, I'll be fine" he said.
"Sweet Chin Music?" Meta Knight asked.
"A super-kick" Sean said. "It's a great finisher. If you happen to be in my way during the match, you'll get a sample. No hard feelings, I just want to win so badly" he said.
"I know. Everyone does" Jet said.
"What about you Jet? What's your plan?" Meta Knight asked.
"...Stay quick, don't fall wrath to the ladder, use the Swanton Bomb and Twist of Fate accordingly because their my finishers and this" he said, showing a small vial. "Remember the burning table?" Meta Knight nodded.
"What's your plan?" Sean asked.
"I've mainly trained myself to be a high flyer, seeming it fits my real life character. I'll keep my fight in the air if I can" he said. "My finisher's the 619" At that moment, the door slammed open and Morrison, a man wearing leopard skin flares and a pair of sunglasses accompanied with long brown hair and a toned body, stomped in and threw his bag.
"Meta Knight..." he said. Meta Knight turned around.
"What do you want?" Meta Knight asked, slightly offended. He didn't like Morrison. Nobody did.
"Just a little warning to you and your friends, don't get in my way, because if you do, I'll break all the bones in your body with the ladders at my disposal!" he said. Then, he gave all three some evil eyes and then stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
"What a dunce" Sean said. "No one likes him. Anyway, want to know a hint?" he asked Meta Knight. "Know your enemy's finishers. You've heard me and Jet, I'll tell the rest. Morrison uses the Moonlight Drive, which is kind of like Jet's Twist of Fate. He puts you in a headlock, and does a standing flip, which in the proceeding slams the opponent into the floor. Hurts a lot when used. The Twist of Fate is the same, but minus half the flip. The Swanton Bomb's a flip off the top ropes. Also painful. Hearst, who's the biggest man tonight has the Pegidree. He puts your head in between his legs, hooks your arms, jumps and drives your face into the floor. There's a good chance you'll be on an announce table when he does it. Also, you should expect a Spinebuster before the Pedigree, where he lifts you up and slams your back on the floor. Montel has the Playmaker, where he makes you bend down and put his leg over your head before doing a flip similar to the Moonlight Drive, also forcing your head to the ground, with the chance of it hitting his boot, which kills. Copeland has a Spear, which is like a massive rugby tackle. He has many ways of executing the move, so be ready for it at any time. And finally, Irvine has two moves. He has a submission called the Sharpshooter here he wraps your legs around his leg and turns you on your belly, bending your back in the process. There's no submission, but he'll use it to keep you down. He also has the Code-Breaker, where he jumps, grabs your head, puts his knees to your chest and lets gravity to the work. It's quite a surprise move, so be ready for it any time during the match" Sean explained.
That was a lot to take on board. Meta Knight knew what each man looked like, so he'd probably remember which finisher belonged to who. Then, the other two walked out and left Meta Knight alone to get into gear.
Meanwhile, whilst tying his mask on tight, the door opened and a security man showed Tiff into the room. Tiff gave a silent wave and sat down next to Meta Knight.
"I like your costume. Looks Mexican" she said.
"I know. Mexican wrestlers are pioneers at high flying. I think the costume sends a message, don't you think?" Meta Knight said.
"Yeah..." Tiff said. Meta Knight realised something was bothering Tiff.
"...Tiff, is something wrong?" he asked. Tiff stayed silent for a few seconds before turning to look at Meta Knight.
"Meta Knight...I realised just now...this is going to be dangerous..." she said. "Are you sure you'll be okay? I mean, seven desperate men can do horrible things with a ladder and a table"
"I have considered those facts, yes" Meta Knight said.
"...You're shaking" she said. This was true, Meta Knight wasn't exactly looking forward. He felt his heart beating.
"...The thing that scares me is the method of combat, blunt, fighting. Using everything to your disposal, cgairs, ladders, tables, the lot. Perhaps in a sword fight, one stab and that's it, you die. But here, it's just a gradually painful process until you can no longer move. And...the chances of death are minimal. I won't die, but I'm a little afraid of the pain to come" he said.
"Meta Knight...please, just think things through when you go in there. Remember, the belt doen't lower until all eight men are in the ring. If you happen to be in during that time, just take it easy. I know you can do it. I'll be cheering for you" she said. Meta Knight looked up to Tiff.
"...Maybe, if things are going good during the match, I'll remove my mask to draw a reaction. That'll help in some way?" he suggested. Tiff liked the idea.
"...I have to go now" she said. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and looked him in the eye. "For my sake...please don't go mad in there. Take it slow and think clearly. Don't take too many chair shots to the head" she added. She then walked out of the room, leaving Meta Knight alone again.
"...I promise you Tiff...I won't"
Hours passed and Sportsmania reached the main event. The dreaded ladder match that had been stuck inside Meta Knight's head ever since he found out he was in it. The worst thing as well was he was the first to start the match along with Morrison, so he knew there wouldn't be any punches held.
Meta Knight walked to the chamber behind the curtain that led to the ramp going to the ring. He could hear the announcer announcing the match and the people cheering. As he looked on the screen, he saw the Legend Belt, a silver and gold belt held together by aged leather. He wanted it badly, and he knew he was going to fight until he had no energy to get it. He heard his music lay and knew it was show time.