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(a/n- sorry this chapter is so short and plain; I'm trying to get mistergrim to help with some of the action sequences)
The preparations had been going along better than Jeff had dared to hope. Soon it was the day of the 'wrestling exhibition' aboard the Roaring Lioness. The new day broke bright and clear as if on cue. The pirate ship was buzzing with excitement as the wrestlers finished the last of their makeshift ring construction. They'd stretched a piece of thick sailcloth across the large opening to the cargo hold and created almost a trampoline type effect. The ropes unfortunately were not going to so gentle, so the wrestlers planned to modify their style just a little to keep the rope burn injuries to a minimum.
"Jeff," Matt called down from his position with Kate at the commentator's booth (really just a row of barrels and some smaller ones for stools) "You about ready?"
"Yep," Jeff smiled and waved back.
"Let the exhibition begin," Kate shouted and fired her pistol in a signal.
All the women gathered round eager to watch the excitement. They even brought Captain Wills and his monkey up from the brig to watch. Wendy stood guard ominously beside him; secretly wishing he'd try something so that she could do some fighting of her own. But alas, it would prove to be quite difficult as he was bound securely to a chair.
"Ladies and gents, pirates of all ages," Matt boomed out in greeting; "The Roaring Lioness proudly presents Wrestlefest '93. Our referee for this evening will be Shannon Moore."
Shannon took his cue and entered the ring then bowing to each side in turn and smiling broadly at Twirlin' Kyrie Ann.
"First entering the ring at the combined weight of 560 pounds, the APA: Farooq and Bradshaw," Matt continued.
The familiar duo climbed into the center of the makeshift contraption. Bradshaw and Farooq strutted around and provoked boos where they could from the small crowd.
"Now, their opponents..." Matt paused for dramatic emphasis, "at a combined weight of 510 pounds, the team of Sean O' Haire and Edge," He completed in his very-best Howard Finkle impersonation.
The latter team entered swiftly and stood toe to toe with the APA, locked in a stare-down. After a few moments, the two sets of men began sparring in a tornado-style tag match. Bradshaw paired off with O' Haire and Farooq did the same with Edge. In the early, minutes the APA seemed to dominate their combatants but Edge landed a lucky spear into Farooq that quickly turned the tide. While Farooq was reeling, Edge caught Bradshaw off-guard in a snappy dragon-suplex. This gave Sean the chance to climb the turnbuckle and deliver the Seanton Bomb to the unlucky Acolyte. By this time, Farooq had recovered and advance quickly to break up the pin that Sean had now secured. But alas he was too late and Referee Shannon had completed his count to three.
"No fair!" Shouted Wendy loudly. "That count was too fast."
"No, it wasn't," Commented the captive Captain Wills and thusly earned a rough slap to the back of the head. "Ouch," the man yelped.
Everyone grew quiet in anticipation of the next match.