"Llllllllladies and Gentlemen, your next contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Your referee in charge, Mamoru Unno." Not-Bruce Campbell announces.
The lights go dim throughout the Pro-Bending Arena. The epic interlude of "Devil's Sky" begins playing, a few white strobes twinkle along the spider-leg lighting apparatus towering over the center of the stage. A depiction of the glowing green Amita Drive rises up the façade of the curved IMAX screen. Green digital text unravels from 1s and 0s to reveal the name of the wrestler being heralded into the building.
The god-like choir begins, made laughably over the top by the hot tempered young co-pilot of the Nirvash who takes his sweet time walking up upon the top of the stage. He's, of course, flanked by the other co-pilot and the most important thing to him in the world…
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"Introducing First, Accompanied To The Ring By Eureka. Hailing From Bellforest, Weighing In At 220 Lbs…Theeee Greatest Mecha Pilot In History!" Not-Bruce Campbell announces, his disconnection from the crowd draws their ire by the eyeroll that proclamation receives. "…Rentooooooooonnnnn Thurrrrrrrston!"
"Renton has been hungry for a chance to breakout into the spotlight….but just about everyone here suspects he's bitten off more than he can chew." Bennett states.
"Who? Not me." Critic claims.
"Renton can be great if he would be just the least bit humble, just the least bit patience. Good things comes to those who wait." Bennett suggests.
"How Much Longer? How Much Longer Does He Have To Wait, Bennett?" Critic questions.
"You don't build legacies overnight, Critic." Bennett states. "…I Mean Best Mecha Pilot? Really? I Can Name You At Least Five That Are Better Without Even Trying."
"Do it." Critic snaps back.
"freakin Kamina, Noriko Takaya, Lelouch, god damn Char Aznable, even Eureka and…." Bennett says without hesitation…but pauses.
"…aaand?" Critic eggs on a answer.
"…." Bennett sighs, having to give credit to someone who especially annoyed in the past. "…Shinji Ikari."
"Ah Bulls***! You'd choose that wimp-a** over Renton? You Lie!" Critic declares.
"Shinji can at least be respected….Renton will need to do a lot to clean face and earn such respect tonight." Bennett states.
Renton and Eureka, hand in hand, tip-toe gracefully up the steps. Renton weaves through the corner of the ring ropes, holding on to his wife's hand til the last possible moment. He gives the knuckles of the hand a slight kiss before letting go and spinning around into the middle of the squared circle. The spotlight illuminates him, a ring of green strobes flashing around him on the canvas. The music dissolves, forcing Renton to listen to the disdain from the audience.
"Keep Booing, nothing can ruin Renton's night." Critic claims…
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The crowd is quickly given sounds they like hearing. The Opening Guitar Of "H.T." by Tsuneo Imahori. White strobes twitch off as the IMAX screen delivers the sand orange background of what appears to the untrained eye as a giant light bulb in the desert. The visage of a Plant Generating Station on the planet of Gunsmoke.
The fun-and-peace bringer being ushered in by the rock instrumental rushes up onto the stage. Nobody has thus far looked as genuinely happy to be in front of this crowd as he has. That's not to take away from all previous wrestlers who've entered the Pro-Bending Arena. But one cannot deny just how contagious his smile and delight is. He's here for some fun, to make the crowd happy and passive…
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And He Does So By Whipping A Fist Through The Air. On Cue, A Ball Of Hot Orange Bursts Up From The Floor On One Side Of The Stage. The Crowd Goes Ga-Ga From The Percussion Rattling Off. Vash Hurries Diagonally To The Opposite Side Of The Glossy Stage, Pumping His Fist Down Again To Usher Up A Second Explosion To A Even Louder Ovation.
"Residing On The Planet Of Gunsmoke….Weighing In At 232 Lbs…The Humanoid Typhoon….VASH….THE STAMPEDE!" Not-Bruce Campbell announces with all gusto he can muster.
"We've only have a handful of shows in our first calendar year, but Vash has already established himself as a workhouse. He went the distance in the tournament to crown our first Heart Of Wrestling Champion…." Bennett begins acclaim.
"HOLD UP, HOLD UP! That's all nice Bennett but…He DIDN'T Win the Championship at the end of night. All for nothing those cluster of wins are." Critic reminds.
"Fair enough. But while Vash can get over that fact, Renton won't let it go." Bennett states. "Its eating up inside that kid's mind, and all those frustrations have been targeted unhealthy at Vash. Vash just wants to see Renton succeed honestly."
"Vash should have stayed away from Renton if he valued a winning record." Critic proclaims.
Vash jumps up on the eastern edge of the ring, pulling back as he soaks in the admiration being poured down upon him. Renton bails from the ring as Vash pivots through the ropes. He rushes the ropes, waving his palms as far as they go as a kind of long distance reaching high five to just about everyone under the glass dome. He repeats to the northern side, opposite the hard camera, as the music begins to fade. The lights return to their default settings. Renton timidly steps back upon the ring apron. It appears any confidence he had was squelched from the incessant applause Vash's mere presence receives.
"Don't let it get to you, Renton. These peons know nothing." Critic belittles the paying audience.
Renton glances back to his wife, who holds onto his hand for as long she can. They at last part, as Referee Unno encourages Renton to prepare for the opening bell.
When the bell sounds, a split in tone divides the ring. Renton is steaming with determination to tear apart his much taller opponent. But his eyes narrowing while low to the canvas is comical, appearing to be on the verge of popping a blood vessel. Cash is, predictably, cool and lax. He flows fluidly from his corner to the middle of the ring, meeting Renton who wishes to show his worth by overpowering the Humanoid Typhoon.
"Collar Elbow Tie up, starting with the basics." Bennett describes.
"Renton will break cash down AT the Basis!" Critic claims.
"Renton needs to look up from the dirt." Bennett snips back.
Renton is exerting all of his strength into his arms, wanting to push up and over his opponent. It….seems to be working as Vash fairly quickly begins to show signs of his spine bowing. Renton smirks, pushing hard and nearly having the back of Vash's hands pinned…
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Vash Recoils His Legs, Shooting Them Into Renton's Lower Abdomen! The Force Whips Renton's Legs All The Way Vertical In The Air!
"Vash Moving Like Lighting!" Bennett exclaims.
Renton's head gets quickly hooked down, Vash using his heels to nudge himself forward. Renton's carried the few inches, his legs falling to the side as he finds himself in a tight headlock! Vash pops up a knee to stand, transitioning to a full waist lock and GERMAN Suplex!
"He suckered Renton!" Critic proclaims, crowd cheering as Renton is in a heap.
"Suckered him in, oh yes, yes he did." Bennett more casually supports.
Vash pops to his feet and does a short lap to his corner. He does no grandstanding, merely awaiting for his opponent to get back up.
"Idiot, should go for the cover!" Critic shouts.
"Vash wanted this not merely for a victory, but rather to educate Renton in humility." Bennett defends.
"It's Stupid, and all the more reason Renton will win this. He's not stupid!" Critic claims.
"Let's Go Vash! Let's Go Vash! Let's Go Vash!" Chants pop up across the Pro-Bending Arena. Renton hears them, keeping his head down to the mat. Ears closed off by firearms for as long as possible. As Renton returns to his feet, Vash steps forward into the center once more. He puts his hands up for feats of strength. Renton…..obliges again…
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SNEAKY KICK TO THE GROIN IS BLOCKED, Vash Manages To Swipe His Right Foot Under The Ankle And Swing Renton's Foot Askew. Renton Topples From No Balance, Covering His Head Fearing The Worse. Vash doesn't advance, just standing with fist o cuffs at the ready. Crowd applause the quickness and restraint of the Humanoid Typhoon.
"Vash Anticipated The Dirty Shot Early!" Bennett exclaims.
"...lucky guess." Critic blows it off.
Vash motions for Renton, inviting him to meet face to face for a third time. He receives a impulsive shove as a answer, Renton filled with embarrassment from being out schooled. That embarrassment turning into full rage. Vash pushes back softly, instantly getting shoved back into the southwestern corner. Gets some separation and Renton is soaring into the corner for a body avalanche…
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Vash shoots between the ropes, getting to safety on the outside. Renton lands chest first against the corner pad.
"What A Coward, Dodging Out Of Harms Way!" Critic cries, irritating everyone at home even further.
"Well what DID you want him to do? Take it when he can just avoid it?" Bennett asks.
Vash jumps over the ropes and back in, quickly grabbing the arm and Irish Whipping Renton into the opposite corner. The body of the Nirvash Co-Pilot shutters and melts to the canvas, but Vash is forced to freeze in his tracks as Renton rolls out to the floor. Boos wash over as Renton snakes away to the embrace of his close companion outside.
"In this case, getting clearance to the outside is the safest route." Critic states.
"Its smart, I'll give credit to that." Bennett adds.
Vash doesn't give chase, stepping backwards into the northwestern corner. He throws his arms back and relaxes, not letting his opponent get the better of his psyche….
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Renton at last steps back up on the apron, fidgeting on his feet. Vash's more than happy for the contest continue.
"Vash allowing Renton plenty are wiggle room, more then even I'd allow." Bennett observes.
The collar elbow tie-up is reapplied, but Renton does have a fierce hold on Vash's right arm. He begins flanking to the Humanoid Typhoon's side, trying with all might to pull him down with a arm drag from behind. Vash stretches closer, but his feet still don't leave the ground. Vash manages to pull Renton in reverse, whipping him up into the northwestern corner.
"Vash casts him off….and awaits for a rebound." Bennett states.
"This going to go all night?" Critic asks.
Vash is hunched down, anticipating Renton to try and throw him off his feet again. Renton doesn't hesitate, charging back in the middle…
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Dropping & Sliding On His Back To Sucker Slap Vash!
"Of course, first shots a cowardly slap." Bennett claims.
"Not cowardly but cunning, get it right, Sage!" Critic hollers back. Vash staggers, if only briefly, but enough to not notice Renton tackling the legs. Vash teeters, slouching into the ropes to prevent being completely tripped up. Renton begins wailing away with stomps to Vash's left ankle, kicking down diagonally from toe to heel.
"Stomping away, trying to dislocate Vash's ankle!" Bennett eyes.
Referee Unno is quick to begin the countdown for the rope break, Renton maximizing it til just shy of 5. He snatches hold of tuffs of Vash's tall spikey blonde hair, ignoring Unno's threats to halt and whipping him violently into the southern ropes. Vash initially grips the ropes, teetering but not spilling out. But Renton ensures his shot went through the net back dropping back and elbowing his foe's collar.
"He's got Vash off his feet, Look At Him, So Proud Sage!" Critic exclaims in pure delight, only highlighting the disdain the crowd at ringside have for the self-proclaimed Best Mecha Pilot. Renton does a victory lap with both hands raise, his oversized grin causing some to tighten their fists in frustration.
"…well….there's nothing wrong with enjoying the small wins in life but…" Bennett trails off.
"But What?" Critic questions…
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Renton freezes upon turning around from his V-lap, finding Vash has pulled himself right to his feet. Standing on the apron on the outside the ropes, straightening his neck as if nothing had happened.
"….don't just stand there Renton, RUN!" Critic exclaims.
But Renton doesn't run, putting up fist-o-cuffs as Vash re-enters and is seemingly going to comply to a fist fight.
"Vash going to make Renton's day…" Bennett says as the Humanoid Typhoon raises up two fists…
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Before launching a right that lightly taps Renton on the nose in the form of two crossed fingers.
"LOVE AND PEACE!" Vash shouts with a smile.
"…what the hell WAS THAT!?" Critic screams in frustration, mixing in with the look of bewilderment upon Renton's face.
"Well….Vash I think trying to get his lessons through to Renton." Bennett replies. "Its…it's a Vash thing."
Vash turns away to leave Renton locked in his bewilderment, giving the finger symbol to the crowd and getting a reciprocal chant of "LOVE AND PEACE" bestowed to him…
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Renton Stomps On Vash's Left Foot, And A Palm Strike Torques Vash's Skull Unnaturally!
"That's What You Get For Playing Peacemaker In A Squared Circle, Vashy!" Critic declares.
"Critic, You Are Right For ONCE-!" Bennett begins to give in with, but his voice spikes from seeing Renton drop to the mat and clear Vash off his feet with a spinning legsweep!
Vash is down, Renton takes for the eastern ropes, rebounding in a slide while pumping his left elbow to the right side of the head!
"Damn, That Pumphandle Elbow Crushed Right Into Vash's Zygomatic!" Bennett exclaims.
"…the what?" Critic questions.
"…the eye, The Eye!" Bennett rattles back.
"Oh, why didn't you just say so?" Critic mutters.
Vash tries to protect the right side of his head from near future assaults. But this blinds him to what Renton is quickly formulating next. Renton's back recoils off the northern ropes, sliding once more to hit a Baseball Slide Kick To The Side Of The Head!
Renton yanks Vash around by a foot, getting him in a bit cleaner of position to go for a early pin…
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Renton retracts back into the southwestern corner, wanting to see how Vash would try to return fire. Vash kept favoring his head, standing straight up and in perfect line for whatever Renton had in mind. Renton runs up, but whatever knee or kick he was going for is caught by Vash. Renton begins shaking his head 'no' eyes wide…
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"He's Going For Gunsmoke Fire!" Bennett exclaims…
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But Renton Reacquires A Hook Behind Vash's Left Heel, Keeping To The Mat And Wailing Punches Around Against The Nearest Shoulder Blade.
"Oh No He Doesn't!" Critic affirms.
Renton gets free, grabbing Vash's closet arm and whipping him into the northern ropes. Renton races up, hoping to chop in his chest. Vash manages to duck and swerve aside. Renton charges at him again, ducking under then hooking Renton's head. Neckbreaker in the northeastern edge of the squared circle.
"Vash managing to swerve out of danger, he's got Renton on the mat. But Vash isn't going for a pin…" Bennett trails off, waiting to see what is done next…
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Bridging Fisherman's Suplex Into The Middle Of The Ring!
"Fisherman With The Bridge!" Bennett punctuates his earlier statement as Vash keeps the pin applied…
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"No dice, and Vash is quickly trying to go for a second approach." Bennett observes.
The Humanoid Typhoon stands over Renton, looking to want to uplift Renton by the armpits. Renton kicks him aside, bottom of shoe planting right long the length of Vash's nose.
"Renton keeping his foot in the door." Critic states, as the (Self-Proclaimed) Best Mecha Pilot kips back up. As Vash's head adjusts back to attention, Renton bashes is forearm into the eyes. Repeatedly he half-stepped forward and fired to obscure Vash's vision. He then goes for the irish whip toward the western ropes. Vash, predictably, rebounds and ducks under Renton's clothesline. Upon his rebound, however, Renton swerves then nudges Vash up and over the western ropes…
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But Vash manages to HOLD ON!
"Come on, can't you just shake him off finally!" Critic cries out frustratingly.
Vash tries to swing up his legs, wanting to skin-the-cat…
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Who SUPLEXES Vash Back Into The Center Of The Ring With His Own Variant Of A Fisherman!
"Pulling Back In With His Own Version Of That -plex!" Critic exclaims. It takes a moment for Renton to properly align himself, but he gets a cover over Vash…
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"That's Okay Renton, It'll Take More To Put This Freak Down." Critic cheers on, the only one supporting the (Self-Proclaimed) Best Mecha Pilot. Renton pauses, unsure what to do next. Then applies a headlock until he can think up something real devious to put Vash down with.
"Renton slowing the pace. At least till he can think of something else devious to spike Vash with." Bennett states.
Renton stands, having swapped his hands behind the head of Vash. Looking to want to Snap Dragon Suplex him…
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Vash Slants Down His Shoulders, Dumping Renton Overhead And To His Back. Vash Flips To Face To The Crowd, Keeping Arms Locked As He Tries To Stand…
"Vash Counters Out, I Think Trying For A Killswitch…" Bennett suggests.
"He Won't Get It. Not Now." Critic claims…
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And High Knees Nothing But The Top Of The Buckle!
"No, Renton, Get The Dirt Out Of Your Eyes!" Critic cries out.
Renton sluggishly retracts from the buckle, hobbling on one foot while favoring knee…
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AND IS CLOTHESLINED OUT AND OVER THE TOP ROPE, VASH FOLLOWING WITH A POWERFUL MISSILE-LIKE CLOTHESLINE!
"AND VASH JUST NEARLY TOOK RENTON'S HEAD OFF!" Bennett shouts, the crowd popping, the thud of Vash's heels whipping to the floor are heard.
"Vash Trying To Kill Both He & Renton!" Critic shrieks.
"Look, There Goes His Head Into The Lap Of A Fan!" Bennett adds sarcastically.
"NO, DON'T SAY THAT!" Critic cries.
There is a short lapse as both men reel themselves back in mentally. Vash is expectantly the first to his feet, grabbing and pushing up from the barricade. Renton musters a hand over the back of his neck, but unfortunately for him is pulled to his feet. Back left to lean against the guard rail, Vash gives a vicious chop across the (Self-Proclaimed) Best Mecha Pilot's chest! Wanting to keep the crowd joyful, Vash delivers a second on, this time with his left hand!
"In the meantime that they're out there, might as well soften him up some more." Bennett comments.
"He's Carving Poor Renton Up. How Can You People Cheer This!? Is This What Education Systems Have Fallen To!?" Critic cries out.
"Renton will be walking way with a lesson in respect in no time." Bennett adds.
Vash whips Renton back up onto the canvas. Referee Unno briefly checks on him, but unable to turn back to count out Vash. Renton has snatched hold of Unno's ankle, trying to find some manner to stand up. Vash climbs gingerly up on the edge of the ring…
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But Slants Down Into A Kneel As Eureka Races Across And Yanks Vash's Foot From Underneath Him!
"Oh So NOW we're going to play dirty, are we?" Bennett questioned, verbally frustrated.
"I Didn't See Anything." Critic purposefully plays dumb.
"You didn't see the turquoise hair flashing by?" Bennett deadpans.
Renton 'miraculously' shoots back to his feet, pawing and hooking Vash's head and yanking him back into the ring. He goes for a hiptoss, moving like lighting to catch the following Vash in the center of the ring with a neckbreaker.
"Throwing Vash on the side of the pelvis…" Bennett describes as Renton pops back to his feet. Vash a bit more grogier to stand. That tweaked ankle keeps him from swerving in time, being flattened to the canvas with a running high knee from Renton as he quickly vines up a leg for the pin…
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"Vash keeps on rising." Bennett states.
"Oh don't fret, Renton's just getting started. Amita Drive needs to be full charged." Critic claims.
Renton pushes his palm off from Vash's jaw, popping back up to his feet. That's just to have the elevation for the momentum of a guillotine-like knee drop across the collarbone. There's a pause, Renton hearing the boos continue to rain down. Frustrated, he begins to repeatedly dropping the guillotine knee. Referee Unno grows concerned, dipping in and imploring to break. Annoyed, Renton backs off out of view of the prying eyes of the camera.
"You'll have noticed he's honing in on the upper body, head & neck. That's for the Amita Drive." Critic informs the home audience.
"And trying to crush his larynx in the process!" Bennett exclaims.
"Well…..that too." Critic agrees.
Renton steps back to his shaky elder, kneeling to be eye to eye.
"Come On, Hammer In Those Lessons! Buff Out My Dents!" Rneton shouts, sounding off a few light but insulting slaps.
Renton gets quite the separation, wanting as much runway for what he's going for. He lays his fist palm down, mimicking holding a pistol sideways. Trigger pulled…
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Gunsmoke Effect (Side Effect)!
"No, No, No! You Just Skipped At Least A Third Of The Plot For That Pop, Vash!" Critic cries out.
"But He Did, He Hit The Gunsmoke Effect!" Bennett declares. "Now He's Got To Capitalize."
Vash had even the table, but it might be only temporary as he's not quick to his feet. Sparse clapping soon becomes concentrated. All of Republic City is trying to muster the energy Vash needs to be revitalized. Enough energy boosts him up, but is joined by Renton shortly thereafter. But its mostly a mirage, as Vash is quickly able to take hold and whip the (Self-Proclaimed) Best Mecha Pilot like a rag-doll into the northeast corner.
"Vash Getting A Full Head Of Steam…" Bennett describes, Vash Going For A Running = Body Splash. Renton Ducks, But Vash Had Anticipated The Swerve And Had Arms Ready To Brace!
"Renton Wising Up!" Critic claims…
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"No He's NOT!" Bennett affirms, Vash swoops past Renton, hooking his head and Falling Back Into The Middle Of The Squared Circle With A Inverted DDT!
"The Falling Inverted, is often followed by a LONG COLT!" Critic shrieks in fear. Indeed, Vash is up to his feet and underhooking both of Renton's arms. But Renton just a bit to wily to hold on too for long, he claws his way between Vash's legs and hopefully toward freedom. He can see his beautiful coralian wife on the horizon, hand reaches out…
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But Vash Clamps Down On The Legs Before He Can Fully Escape. Renton's Eyes Go Wide With Worry Which Is Proven Rightful When Vash Sits Him Into A Boston Crab!
"or that!" Bennett blurts out.
"No, NOT THAT!" Critic cries. "THAT RUINS EVERYTHING! ITS ALWAYS THAT!"
Renton is in the center of the ring, and instantly is aware of the peril he's stuck in. He tries reaching his arms behind to dig at the side of Vash's knees, all grasps in vain. Vash is a veteran, though, and knows he doesn't have it fully applied to secure a submission. He half steps a bit closer to the south, before sitting back down and really wrenching up the legs!
"Ah, now he's got it!" Bennett cheers.
"Oh no…your right!" Critic wimpers.
Referee Unno is hunching over, having to get close to Renton to hear a audible submission on top of the roar of the crowd. Renton's hand extends out, hesitant to tap…
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"Dammit! Unno Yanked Down, Vash Goes Down!" Bennett quips out of frustration, crowd's misery returning as Vash keels to the side, hand covering eyes.
"Vash Struck With The Amita Drive!" Critic exclaims.
"literally…struck…with the amita drive." Bennett mutters, clarifying what that unusual looking stick was in the coralian's hand.
Renton's legs are free, dropping to the canvas. Renton clenches a fist, seemingly mouthing "thank you" knowing just why he was free from the boston crab. Roll over, right hand reaches the ropes and begins to pull him back to his feet. He's met with fierce boos from the crowd, Renton frowning in bitterness. He should be the plucky young face cheered on, shouldn't he?
Vash & Renton are up to their feet about the same time, and Renton throws all he has into a Spinning Knife Edge Chop! Bennett audibly winces, crowd as well. Vash is hunched over and paining, Renton drills his elbow down upon the Humanoid Typhoon's neck. A high knee yaws Vash up against the eastern set of ropes, giving Renton control of his opponent's head. Renton takes off, head in hand, for the red corner…
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"Alright, Vash Keeping It Alive!" Bennett cheers on.
"That-That's just a bodily response from the noggin being crushed…n-nothing to worry!" Critic stutters up a defense.
Renton shoots up in a seat, frozen for a moment in disbelief…..then punching the canvas once to vent his frustrations. The crowd cheering diminishes his initial venting, coming back to bite their conduit in the ring. Renton grabs and throws Vash into the southwestern buckle, and immediately springs in with manic punches. Each shot nudges Vash is bit further down to the canvas.
"Good god, the kid's tempers are flaring out of control." Bennett describes. "Get him a diaper and sippy!"
Even when Vash has curled up in the bottom of the corner for protection, Renton doesn't quick. Transitioning from fists to boots. Vash has no means of escape, Unno is pressed in to give Renton the count to break…
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"I HAVE UNTIL FIVE!" Renton shouts, briefly breaking the onslaught to shout at the official.
"Renton's Up Against EVERYONE Here! The Crowd, The Ref…The Vash!" Critic pleads, though his sentiments are falling on deaf ears.
Renton delivers one final emphatic stomp, but he does finally pull Vash free from the corner. The full nelson is applied, both of Vash's arms held high and locked in place…
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"The Snap Dragon, Been Trying For That All Match. Will He Be Satisfied?!" Bennett questions.
"nope." Critic deadpanned.
Renton was in no rush to capitalize. He was going to enjoy every final moment of what seemed to be his triumph. He takes in every breath he'll need for what he plans next. As Vash stirs, Renton knows its go time. He tosses him back into the blue corner (southeastern), and hurriedly tucks his own head under his opponents arm. He needs all the leverage he can to hoist Vash off his own feet and prop him up on the top of the turnbuckle.
"Renton….doing a lot of heavy lifting. Whatever he has planned, I'm assuming he thinks its worthwhile." Bennett states, puzzled at first.
"Oh Crap, I Think He's Cracking It Out!" Critic suddenly shouts.
"…crack…what…out?" Bennett asks, confusion only entrenched. Renton scales up on side of the buckle.
"I've Never See Him Try It, But I've Heard Rumors…Of Something Called The Seventh Swell." Nostalgia Critic explains, Renton cusping his left arm around Vash's neck…
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"It's A Bloody Sunday From The Top!" Critic blurts out.
"Whatever you say it is, Vash KNOWS what it is. He's trying to keep himself from meeting certain damnation!" Bennett exclaims. Renton has to give up the hook for now, wanting to soften up Vash up….
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BY A LOW BLOW THAT'S CAUGHT DEAD IN ITS TRACKS! Vash Catches Renton's Right Foot!
"Renton Tried For The Dirty Well Once More, And Vash Is Too Wise For Anymore Of That Crap!" Bennett exclaims, crowd in a similar state.
"Oh God! Poor Renton's Trapped Up There!" Critic cries out.
Indeed, Renton teeters very near to plummeting to the floor. Only one foot to balance on the second rope. The other trapped and in Vash's control. Vash smirks, slowly shaking is head in denial…
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AND A SICK HEADBUTT SLUMPS RENTON INTO VASH'S POSSESSION!
"OH MY GOD!" Bennett cries out.
Renton's unconscious, but Vash reels back too. He pauses…..and if there was no crowd one would hear a tiny innocent wimper. Vash shakes the pain away just for a few moments, so he can reposition a foot to each top rope.
"No…No Vash, Please, DON'T!" Critic begins crying out.
"LONG COLT!...LONG COLT!...LONG COLT!" a pocket of fans begin chanting.
"From The Top Rope!?" Bennett questions…
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Renton's Hoisted UPSIDE DOWN, ARMS HOOKED BACK….
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Vash STEPS OFF AND SWINGS ALL OF RENTON'S FRONTAL FIGURE DOWN TO THE MAT! LONG COLT FROM THE TOP OF THE TURNBUCKLE!
"OHMYGODILIVEINMYOWNEYES!" Bennett shrieks, the hard camera slowly zooming back as if its catching the shock wave of the crowd jumping to their feet in awe.
"NOOOOOoooo,…yousonofab***." Critic eeks out.
Vash had flopped back upon his spine at impact, still reeling from that nasty headbutt. But its necessities were paying dividends at the moment as Renton seemed to have every last light knocked into blackness.
"Vash Put All He Had Into The High Risk Long Colt! Now, Cash In, Vash, Cash In!" Bennett begs, the crowd chanting Vash's name to stir him back to action.
"Renton, Get Up!" Critic cries.
Vash finally sits up, eyes rolling but awake. He lunges over and covers Renton, Referee Unno sliding in and making the count…
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AS EUREKA HAD TRIED TO RUSH INTO THE RING! Referee Unno Stops Her From Doing Who Knows What Type Of Additional Harm! Vash Head Follows AS Unno Heads For The Ropes! Eureka Drops Down, Waving Hands Off As If She Had No Intentions To Do Anything.
"Now Dammit, Here She's Interjecting Herself AGAIN!" Bennett yells.
"Can You Blame Her? She's Worried For Her Husband's Safety!" Critic defends.
"Oh Cry My A Mississippi…" Bennett mutters, Eurkea and Unno arguing…
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AND UNNO SIGNALS FOR HER EJECTION! THE CROWD POPS!
"YES! FINALLY!" Bennett cheers.
"How Cold! How Cold Of Unno! Refusing A Husband And Wife To Be Together!" Critic claims, tonally deaf to all that's been happening in this match.
"This Is A Sanctioned Match! We Can't Keep Having Constant Interference Tilting The Table!" Bennett tries to explain to Critic.
"Well….." Critic trails off.
"…I'm Waiting For A Comeback." Bennett demands.
Eureka Was Aghast (purposefully overdramatic to garner some sympathy). She Tried Briefly To Argue Her Right To Be At The Ring. But That Was A Right She'd Abused And Tossed After Her Intrusions. Unno May Not Have Seen Them Directly, But He Was Wise Enough To Know Something Was Afoot.
Vash was to his feet now, gazing over the ropes and sheepishly smiling and waving Eureka off as kind as he could. He's a nice guy, he didn't want to see Eureka get all in a huff but…
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SPINNING HEEL KICK CUTS VASH DOWN!
"….YES! YEES! YEEEEES!" Critic blurts out, changing tones on a dime. Renton took advantage of the distraction Eureka had stormed up, recovering just enough for on Hail Mary of a kick!
"She Popped Her Head In The Ring On Purpose, Didn't She!" Bennett shouts in frustration, the crowd's optimism decaying rapidly.
Renton was heaving for breaths on his knees, but was able to gain control of Vash's head. Then his shoulders, his arms, his torso, lifting them all from the canvas…
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AND DRIVING THE LAST OF HIS STAMINA INTO THE AMITA DRIVE (One-Handed Electric Chair Driver)!
"AMITA DRIVE CONNECTS!" Bennett begrudgingly calls, Renton folding Vash upon his shoulders like an accordion for the pin…
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"CLASS DISMISSED!" Critic adds for an exclamation, Renton flopping back on the mat knowing it was all finished. The sound of the bell followed moments later. Boos showering down upon the squared circle will do nothing to change the result.
"Llllladies & Gentlemen, Your Winner Of The Match….Renton…THHHHURSTON!" Not-Bruce Campbell echoes out under the glass dome of the Pro-Bending Arena.
"Dammit, He Couldn't Resist Getting It Cheap!" Bennett shouts out in annoyance.
"Not Cheap, It Was SMART!" Critic argues.
"Its cowardice, what it is." Bennett whines.
Unno knelt down to raise Renton's arm, it drops straight to the back moments after. If someone hadn't watched the past 10 minutes, you wouldn't have known Renton had come out as the winner. Eureka is back in the ring, the ejection being mute at this point. She cradles Renton upon her lap which without the context of the entire wrestling match would make for a romantic image. Boos continue raining, and a crackle of "RENTON SUCKS! RENTON SUCKS!" begins to break out from the fuming crowd. That easy-to-frustrate nature of some of the diehards is still carrying over from I Want It All.
"Renton has managed to claw his way out of the Pro-Bending Arena with the biggest win of his career thus far." Bennett begrudgingly relents. "He HAS permanently shifted the balance of power as Heart & Soul blossoms….but…We All Saw It! We All Saw It! Asterisks Galore!"
"your just a sore loser." Critic jabs.
"Renton Is A Cheap Winner." Bennett claims, the camera catching view of Renton being guided by Eureka out of the ring and up the auxiliary aisle. The spotlight carries with him, leaving the favorite gunslinger in the ring to begin pulling together what had hit him.