A/N: Hello again, friend of a friend...that was...Scott Pilgrim. I don't know if...you got...um
Anyway, like I said in the last chapter, hopefully the wrestling isn't too complicated for non-fans. Also, please let me know if I should put this in the Wrestling Crossover section. But before I get to the rest of the story, I feel I should clarify a few things:
Webby and Dewey's wrestling attires and finishers were inspired and/or borrowed from their attires in the latest episode. Dewey finished that snake guy with what looked like a Powerbomb...? So that'll be his finisher for the sake of this story. Same for Webby, who finished off her opponent with a vicious tackle in that episode. I'm gonna go ahead and give her a Spear for her finisher. Speaking of which, I hope the descriptiveness of the wrestling moves aren't too much or too little. At the same time I kinda wanna assume you might just go ahead and look up the moves if you don't know them. But oh well.
Seriously, please review. Thank you. Onto the thing.
Dueling chants of "Let's go Webby" and "Let's go Dewey" rung throughout all of the Camping World Stadium, preceding one another in perfect rhythm. After another 30 seconds of staring each other down, they slightly crouched down and began to circle each other slowly. When Dewey increased his speed, so did Webby, until they neared each other in the center of the ring. Not shifting his gaze, Dewey extended his left arm, opening his hand. Webby took note of this and reached out to meet his hand, ultimately interlocking her fingers with his. His grip was firm and his arm was rigid, prompting Webby to match his strength. Webby reached out for his other hand and he responded interlocking his fingers with hers. Webby let out a low growl as she began pushing Dewey toward the opposite corner.
Mauro Ranallo: And we begin with a little bit of hand wrestling. Launchpad, what does this do to the psyche of each competitor?
Launchpad McQuack: Well, it not only serves as a test of strength for each superstar, but it also sort of provides a little bit of insight into the mind of the opponent. Almost like a connection that tells you what exactly you have to do to put your opponent away.
The locking of their hands seemed to heighten their senses. The dueling chants somehow grew louder and their stares became more focused into each other's eyes. Dewey grunted as he attempted to push Webby back, but it seemed she was getting the upper hand. She mustered enough of her own strength to walk him back into the corner of the ring. Soon enough, he found his shoulders being pressed into the turnbuckle as she closed in on him slowly, not letting go.
"Hey! Out of the corner! Now," the referee shouted, beginning her count. "1, 2, 3, 4!"
As the ref hit 4, Webby released him from the corner, maintaining her grips on his hands. But Dewey found enough strength to use the momentum from his release to his favor. He began pushing her back to the center of the ring. They both growled as Webby turned him about 90 degrees to attempt to push him into the adjacent corner. But Webby ultimately found herself being pushed back into the other adjacent corner. Dewey let out a low growl as he compressed her back into the corner. Webby closed her eyes, attempting to regroup as the referee restarted her count. Once the ref hit 4 again, Webby gave a real push to get herself out of the corner. But Dewey used the momentum from the push to slide sideways toward the ground, rotating his hips to flip Webby over and on her back. Dewey quickly slid his knee on her stomach and pinned her shoulders to the ground, her hands still being raised to hold his. The referee slid quickly into the count.
"1! 2!" she counted, slapping the mat twice but before she could slap it a third, Webby willed her left shoulder off the ground, breaking the pinfall. The crowd responded with a resonating "Twoooo." Webby could not hold her hand up for long though as Dewey forced it back onto the ground. The ref restarted her count, hitting only 2 once more before Webby raised her right shoulder from the ground, gritting her teeth as she tried harder to keep it up but to no avail. Dewey repressed the shoulder into the ground, this time strengthening his grip to keep Webby from powering out again. The ref hit 2. But this time, noticing that his knee had left her belly, Webby lifted her legs and used them to throw herself back onto her feet, this time finding a way to get behind Dewey, crossing his own arms over each other and around his neck, pulling him back to the center of the ring. Dewey eventually fell on his back, throwing Webby over his head, finally releasing their grip.
But instead of landing on her back, Webby landed on her feet, crouching down, and turning her head to give Dewey a look that spelled pure intensity. The crowd gave a collective "Whoa!" as they couldn't help but stare in awe at the way this battle of the minds of sorts ended. Applause began to ring throughout the stadium. Cheers were heard all throughout and the match was only barely getting underway. Dewey couldn't help but look in question at what he just saw. He quickly got back up on his feet, dusting the sweat off his hands. Webby reverted to an upright position, turning around ready to meet him once again.
The conflicting chants restarted as they neared each other again. Webby lunged forward, reaching for his head, but Dewey was too quick. He slid behind her and applied a waist lock, keeping his head down on Webby's back. His grip was strong, but she ultimately found a way out by lowering his locked hands to the level of her waist. She shifted herself until she was facing the corner and popped his hands open with her hip. Keeping her grip on one of Dewey's wrists, she let the other one go. She turned underneath his other wrist and faced him, twisting his arm. Dewey let out a yelp as she cranked it over once. She gave it another crank, inducing more pain. But Dewey found enough willpower to roll himself forward, undoing the twist on his arm, landing on his back. After kipping himself up, he gripped Webby's wrist with both hands, twisting it around, successfully returning the favor. Webby yelped as he cranked her arm before he wrapped it behind her back, adding more to the pain. In trying to ease the pain, Webby inched toward the ropes. When she reached them, she leaned on them by her side. She released herself from his grip upon rebound, sending her running across the ring. Upon rebounding from the other side, Webby leapt over Dewey who had slid onto his stomach. With every move across the ring, the crowd gave a collective "whoa," that got louder with each round. She hit the ropes and rebounded again. This time she ducked Dewey who leapfrogged over her to the awe of the crowd. Dewey didn't turn around again, however, as she came back from the ropes a third time. Instead he rolled backwards hoping to catch her in a headscissors, but instead Webby herself leapt all the way across him, somersaulting upon landing. This caught Dewey off guard, but he quickly got back up and ran towards Webby, who used her accumulated momentum to cartwheel into the ropes allowing her legs to rebound off the ropes flipping her back onto her feet. When she landed, she jumped backward decking Dewey in the face with a hard elbow, eliciting a short cheer from the audience. After landing on her shoulders, she rolled back onto her feet, not taking her eyes off him. Dewey got back up only to meet a swift dropkick from Webby, knocking him back off his feet. Webby quickly grabbed him by the head and threw him into the nearest corner. She ran to the opposite corner and ran back toward him at full speed, leaping up and crushing his head with her knee before coming back down. Dewey came out of the corner almost dazed. She capped off her flurry of high-octane offense by rebounding off the opposite ropes, leapt up, letting out a "Yah!" as she did, wrapped her arm around his neck, and brought him down to the ground with a vicious lariat! Webby quickly went for the cover, hooking his legs.
1! 2!
Dewey kicked out. Not too long after, though, he found his arm being stretched behind himself across Webby's knee. The crowd gave a strong applause, cheering on Webby as she finished running through her offensive arsenal. Webby could all but resist looking on into the crowd, smirking as the cheers rang through her ears.
"Not—gaahhh!" Dewey grunted as his arm was further stretched across her knee. "Bad!"
"Thanks for that, Verne Gagne!" Webby replied sarcastically, giving his arm another crank back.
Mauro Ranallo: After fast and furious offense from the challenger, the champion finds himself in quite an unusual situation.
Launchpad McQuack: You would normally think after such a sequence, it would be Dewey Duck in control of the situation. But no, he finds himself being in somebody else's control. This could very well foreshadow how the rest of this match is going to go.
After the cheers settled, the crowd began to clap slowly, willing Dewey back into the match. Although not as loudly as usual, the claps increased in tempo. The claps were met with equally loud Webby chants that sped up at the same rate as well. Ultimately, they reached the level of a standard applause, and that's when Dewey found enough strength to will his arm from off Webby's knee. After rising to his feet, he clocked her in the head with a rough punch from his free arm. She wasn't letting go. Another one. Her grip, while weak, was still intact. Another one. That did the trick. They neared the ropes again. Dewey grabbed her wrist and Irish whipped her from those into the opposite set of ropes. Upon her return, he quickly caught her by the head, leaping up, spinning around, and planting her face first into the ground, forcing himself into a kneeling position. He rolled her over for another pinfall attempt. 1! 2! No. She got the shoulder up.
One of Dewey's strengths as a competitor was his quickness. It's what brought him to the World Championship and helped him hold onto it. Immediately after the pinfall attempt, he brought her up and tucked her head underneath his arm, draping her near arm over his shoulders. Her hoisted her by the waist and fell back into a vicious vertical suplex. Not letting go, he rolled over to his side back up onto his feet, bringing Webby with him. He went for another suplex. But this time, instead of falling back, he turned her so she was facing him and slammed her onto her back as he fell into a sitting position. Boom! Falcon Arrow! He reached over and pulled her legs back, forcing her shoulders to stay on the ground. The ref counted again. 1! 2! Webby willed herself out once again. Dewey sat back, wondering what else he could possibly do to keep her down. However, as he pondered, Webby began rolling all the way over until she was out of the ring. "Hey! Get back here!" Dewey yelled as he chased her to the end of the ring but to no avail as he watched her collapse on the floor outside. He quickly used the ropes to get back to a vertical base.
Webby had already been through a lot in this match. The test of strength. Her own fast paced offense. His response. They had all exhausted her quite a bit, but not totally. All she needed was to catch her breath. As she made her way back up, a handful of fans hung their heads over the barricade.
"Webby, you suck!" one of them yelled.
"Don't listen to them Webby," another replied, "you got this!"
Launchpad McQuack: It's no surprise that both these superstars have their fans.
Mauro Ranallo: They are indeed very vocal. But Webby's back to her feet. And here comes Dewey!
Once he saw Webby start to inch her way back up, he gained a burst of energy. Running toward the other set of ropes, he used the rebound to gain speed, building up to him leaping all the way over the top rope extending his arms in an attempt to catch Webby and bring her down on the floor. The crowd looked on and collectively gasped in awe at the sight of The One and Only soaring over the ropes. Unfortunately, Webby actually did catch her breath. She leapt up as high as she could and completely derailed him with a shocking dropkick!
Mauro Ranallo: Oh my God! The One and Only has been blasted all the way out of the sky!
The "whoa" instantly turned into an "OH" that was twice as loud. Dewey landed beside Webby with a hard thud. Webby picked herself back up and rolled right back into the ring. After waiting for Dewey to start crawling back up to his feet. She ran back over to the ropes. Rebounding off them, she jumped all the way to the top rope, her feet landing on the rope. She immediately bounced off and performed an amazing backflip, propelling herself forward, drawing a stronger gasp of awe from the crowd. Dewey was too dazed, though. He had no choice but to stand there and let her land on top of him, bringing him to the ground. Webby quickly rose back up and let out a scream, riling the crowd up into a frenzy. Her eyes immediately went to a horde of fans banging on the barricade and cheering her on from behind it. The energy from the fans drove her to keep going. She subsequently grabbed Dewey by his head and waist and dragged him around the ring to the commentators' desk. She let out a guttural growl as she yeeted him over the table and into an unsuspecting Mauro Ranallo.
Mauro Ranallo: Webby Vanderquack is relentless! She is showing a more vicious side to her that we haven't—OOF!
Poor Mauro. Looks like Launchpad's calling this match solo for the time being!
Webby rolled back into the ring, ready to strike once again. She eyed her target who found himself panting as he took his time to get up. After watching him make his way slowly back up and over the desk, she ran back to the ropes. Instead of stopping to leap over the top rope, she instead threw herself between the top and middle ropes, extending her arms forward to catch Dewey and send him crashing back into the desk with her.
Dewey hit his upper back hard onto the ledge of the desk, almost incapacitating himself. Upon rebounding off the desk, Webby quickly grabbed him again and this time threw him back into the ring. Instead of following him in, she climbed up to the nearest top turnbuckle from the outside. Perching herself at the top to face the audience. Dewey had to get back to his feet quickly, but her nonstop offense was taking a toll on him. He slowly rose to his feet. But when he did, his eyes met a sight that was compelling to say the very least.
Launchpad McQuack: I don't even think Dewey knows where he right now. I can see his eyes, they're completely glazed over.
Almost as if it were in slow motion, Dewey could not help but gaze at Webby, who had launched herself off the top rope into a backflip. The view was incredible, if not quite heavenly. Her body soared upside down, her back arching inward, and her arms fully extended as if she were reaching for the world from an angle that only she could access. Only when her silhouette blocked the stadium lights did he wake from his trance. But it was at that moment that Webby caught him and weighed him down to the ground. She quickly caught his legs as they bounced up, covering him for the count.
1! 2!
Webby felt his legs slip away as he kicked out. But the crowd was still chanting "Webby! Webby!" Somehow, someway, she needed to put him away. Once she realized that, she decided it was time to do so. The crowd watched as she made her way to the other corner and grabbed the ropes behind her. She leaned forward, eyeing her target once more. Her gaze grew sharper. Her expression grew more intense. She began to growl, signaling that she was ready to nail him with her finisher. The crowd took notice and began chanting for the Spear!
Launchpad McQuack: Uh oh, Dewey, you may not want to turn around!
Webby let out one final yell as she prepared to advance. Dewey eventually found himself back on his feet, and that's when Webby launched herself from the corner. She ran at him at full speed, almost like a freight train. She lunged forward when she reached him, extending her arms with the objective of catching his torso and bring him down with all her weight and momentum, almost splitting him in half. The match was right there in front of her. All she had to do was bring him down for the count.
A/N: Does Webby nail the Spear? Does Dewey go down? If so, does he kick out? Does he find a way to reverse Webby's momentum (physically and metaphorically)? Find out in the next chapter...