Alright, time for some action. Feedback is appreciated!
The bell rang and the match began. Beef let out a battle cry with widened eyes and gritted teeth. Lothar didn't know how else to respond but in mockery, mimicking his expression. Beef growled in anger and charged, but Lothar flanked him, letting his momentum run towards the corner post. Beef managed to slow down before any damage was dealt, pivoting towards Lothar and charging again.
Lothar planted his hands on the part of his shoulders that hit just before the fillet of the neck, hoisting himself upwards with the help of Beef's momentum. He flung his legs up and over Beef's shoulder, on the way down hooking his arm around Beef's neck and arching the man backward. The crowd gasped.
Beef attempted to pull himself up, but his center of balance was too offset to regain a standing position. Lothar turned around to face Beef's direction with his arm still hooked around his neck, sliding his feet under the arched back and under his legs. Lothar hooked Beef's ankles with his own, pulling himself towards them and wrapping his legs around them, putting Beef in his special submission hold. The crowd was silent as Lothar manhandled the brute that was Bruno Beef, and Dusty Rhodes looked at Lothar in astonishment. Beef struggled to get out, but it was futile; Lothar's hold left him at a disadvantage, leaving him no choice but to tap out after what seemed like a large fraction of an hour.
After the bell rang, the entire arena was silent. Beef lay in the center of the ring, too humiliated to move. He could feel the weight of the crowd staring him down, shunning him for tapping out to a petit man like Lothar. Dusty crawled into the ring through the bottom rope, unable to come up with words to describe what he just saw.
"Unbelievable…" he gleefully sighed with a smile, "…what did you say your name was again?"
"Lothar." Lothar was breathing heavier than he was before the match, but not too much heavier. A faint smile could be pointed out by an observant spectator, but no one watched him with any sense of interest, but it awe. Dusty reached his hand out to Lothar, and Lothar grabbed it only to have it pulled up high into the air. The crowd did not cheer, but only murmured questions of curiosity?
"Who is this guy?"
"How could be have taken someone like Bruno Beef out?"
"I bet Beef lost on purpose to promote this wimp. What a sucker."
Lothar snorted at the comments just before Dusty spoke, "Hey now, what kind of talk is that? If this young man can win against a guy like Bruno Beef, who knows what else he can bring to the table?"
Another man from the crowd emerged from under the bottom rope. From what Lothar saw at the corner of his eye, he came from another ring in the building as a victor of that match. The man was well built and chiseled for his average size. Scars were placed sparingly along his moderately hairy pecks and rock-hard six-pack. He wore tight, red spandex that went down to just above his knees.
"Ah, looks like we have another opponent?" Dusty gestured to the man, "What's your name, good sir?"
"His name is Tyler 'Treasure' Terris!" Yelled the same man that shouted out Bruno Beef's name.
Dusty looked in his direction, "Are you a superfan of everyone in this building that's competed?"
"Only of those who won a lot!" The crowd laughed at his comment, "But I'm starting to regret being a fan of Bruno Beef!"
Beef was already out of the ring, walking over to the man and grabbing him by the collar, "How about I face YOU this time?!" He gritted his teeth again.
"I dunno Bruno, he might be too much for you to handle!" Someone else from the crowd said, making everyone laugh. Bruno grimaced in anger, throwing the man into the other ring and rousing up the guards in the area.
"Alright, let's everybody calm down now!" Dusty announced, "We should get this match underway. Lothar versus Tyler 'Treasure' Terris! Tyler, do you accept?"
Treasure smiled at Lothar, "He seems reasonable, having taken out a guy like Beef. This should be fun. I accept!" Dusty nodded, gesturing for the match to start and stepping out of the ring. The bell rung and Treasure immediately went to lock arms with Lothar.
Lothar rejected the lock, ramming his head into Treasure's and sending him scuttling backwards in a daze. The crowd was shocked to see such an act of sabotage on wrestling tradition by not locking arms. Lothar locked onto his opponent as he hurled a wound-up fist into his gut, making him hunch over and letting Lothar hook his arm around his neck to deliver a devastating DDT. On the ground, Lothar flipped Treasure on his back and pinned him.
"One!... two!...-" Treasure kicked out just barely before three, making everyone in the crowd sigh in relief and continue rooting on Treasure. Treasure ran to the corner of the ring to pull himself up, turning around to see Lothar standing in the middle, staring him down. Treasure circled around the ring, keeping a keen eye on Lothar. Lothar showed a wide grin, widening his eyes and tilting his head to the side. This sudden gesture made the crowd murmur curious thoughts, but it made Dusty chuckle in amusement.
This guy has character, he thought, more than everyone in this room. Let's see how he plays it out.
Lothar stretched his arms out to the side, "Well, don't ya think it's about time to make a move? I'm standing right here, aren't I?"
Dusty failed to resist letting out a laugh. Treasure turned to look at him in disappointment. With the distraction, Lothar jumped in the air and landed his head onto Treasure's, dazing him. Lothar then wrapped his arms around his waist, hoisting him up to where his chest was up to his face. By then, Lothar's hand was planted on Treasure's spine while his other supported Treasure's weight from his thigh. Lothar pressed Treasure's back in and fell backwards, planting Treasure's face into the mat from above his shoulder. Treasure was out cold, and Lothar pinned:
"One!... Two!..."
"My god, what a move!" Dusty stood up to applaud before the count reached-
"Three!"
The crowd was stunned. Murmurs became heckling, some becoming cheering. Dusty hopped back into the ring to lift Lothar's hand up, this time making the crowd cheer for him. Lothar did not show any sign of emotion for this moment.
"Dear me, I've never seen an act like that one you just put on," Dusty said, "I don't think there's been a better portrayal of a psycho in this roster's history from what I remember. Bravo, Lothar!"
Lothar let out a chuckle, "Well, that's pretty much the gist of it, right? I mean, it's all about entertainment, yes?"
"Precisely," Dusty touched his index finger with this thumb, gesturing a correct statement, "We are entertainers! And you, my good sir, entertained me!" Dusty reached into his pocket and pulled out a slip of thick paper, "This are for you. It is a ticket to the next live show on Monday Night RAW. I've provided you with a front-row seat right along the barricade. Take this opportunity to learn from the best of WWE, and you shall continue to train for your first show on NXT."
Lothar respectfully took the ticket, examining it. He smiled, realizing the opportunity that awaited him, "Thanks, Mr. Rhodes. You're the man!" His eyes were glued to the ticket as he left the ring, take for granted the path being cleared for him through the crowd. Dusty smiled as he watched Lothar leave the building.
"That young man…" he said to himself, "…just might be the savior that this company needs…"
