Pentagram City, Northside...
The night streets of Pentagram City were, for the most part, barren. Not a single soul was stirring about through the sidewalks and aside from an occasional car zooming down the singular stretch of road, little to no activity could be found on the streets. The only thing that seemed to drown out the quietness was the droning of street lights and the sound of discarded newspapers being carried by the wind. However, the lonely streets would finally be greeted with a singular pedestrian who simply plodded about down the vacant road.
Vaggie strolled down the empty sidewalks, all alone with her own thoughts. She never really liked walking out in these parts of the city, especially at night. She was always one to keep a sharp eye out for any potential attackers that could be eyeing her from the blackness. Of course, given her experience in hell, she was more than prepared if a knife-wielding lunatic attempted to jump her from a dark alleyway.
However, the Hispanic demoness was unaware that someone was following her from high up above. Just standing several stories from where Vaggie was, Oogar leaped from one rooftop to the next with his eyes fixated on his caretaker. To make sure that she didn't spot him, Oogar decided to follow her from a good distance, and given how his outfit was able to blend with the night, Vaggie had no clue where he was. As Oogar carefully followed her, he leaped to the next rooftop but the behemoth lost his footing when he stuck the landing resulting in him tripping over and generating a loud 'BOOMPH' that briefly echoed through the streets.
The sound of Oogar falling was loud enough to alert Vaggie, who spun around to route out the source of the noise only to find nothing. The grey demoness simply sighed and carried on while the mammoth demon peaked his head from the ledge of the building. He watched as Vaggie reached the end of the streets before turning a corner, continuing to follow her in secrecy.
As Oogar continued following his caretaker, he noticed that the empty streets were starting to become lively with more pedestrians making their way along the streets. Moving forward, the caveman noticed something odd, all of them were heading in the same direction as Vaggie. Curious, Oogar continued his path, but unfortunately, Vaggie was harder to pinpoint through the cluster of night-dwelling pedestrians due to the growing crowd.
The neanderthal was met with a large building complex, one whose lights shone bright enough to be seen from space while the enormous neon sign with the acid green words 'LOOPTY-LIPTON MASKED WRESTLING ENTERTAINMENT' decorated the front of the towering structure. Oogar suspected that building was where Vaggie and the rest of the crowd were heading and figured he could join along with them. Oogar began to climb down the building he was standing on by using the rain gutter, however, due to the caveman's weight, the bolts holding the eaves channel began to snap off, causing the stretch of metal to suddenly swing outward with Oogar still holding onto it.
"Oh no!" Oogar cried, now dangling from the derailed eaves gutter while his legs awkwardly flailed around in the air. Of course, his struggles were unseen from the passing crowd due to the darkness in the alleyway. Oogar tried his best to hold on but the gutter gave, resulting in the caveman plummeting onto the hard cement ground as a large indentation in the cement was left behind in the wake of his fall. The caveman picked himself back off the ground, letting out a disoriented groan before awkwardly stumbling into the sidewalk, almost trampling a few pedestrians.
"Hey, watch where you're walking, you damn hobo!" One demon said, narrowly avoiding being squished into a paste by the dizzy beast. Oogar soon regained his barrings and shook off the impact while the crowd of demons simply walked around the enormous behemoth. The caveman, now knowing where to go, followed the trail that led into the large building. His bizarre outfit got a few demons turning their heads, some confused while others found his goofy-looking appearance comical. Although, the caveman didn't seem to mind the comment as he kept moving along.
Upon making it to the entrance, Oogar was now in an expansive entrance hall with small kiosks and stands that sold t-shirts, cheap plastic action figures, and phallic-shaped instruments scattered throughout the room along with various spectators who were either buying from the kiosks or having their own conversations with their friends. Most of the visitors made their way to a stairwell, one that was located to the far right section, that led down with two bulky hellhounds guarding the ingress.
Skimming through the room, Oogar was able to notice Vaggie heading into a far-left corridor in a less crowded section of the entrance hall. The caveman quietly pursued his caretaker down the right-wing of the building. He saw Vaggie entering a room to her right from far down the hall, prompting the prehistoric demon to head towards her. However, as he continued down his path, he suddenly heard a shrill voice fill his ears.
"No! No! No! NO! Whaddya mean he can't join, Steve!?" The nasally voice shouted from a nearby hallway, garnering Oogar's attention as quietly snuck his way to the corridor entrance and peaked his head to see Loopty and Lyle, both of which shared an expression of ire, while an imp with grey hair nervously stood before them.
"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Lipton but Brutalizer told me he's unable to participate in the tournament because..." The imp glanced at a clipboard that held in his hands, squinting his eyes a little. "...He's attending a funeral for his pet goldfish."
"PSHAW! A deceased pet?! Is that all!?" Loopty exclaimed with frustration. "I did full-blown experiments on my pet gerbil when I was but a lad!"
"W-well, sir, I don't know what to tell you. All the slots for the tournament have already been taken and we don't have anyone to fill in for him." Steve said, the three demons making their way down the hall.
"Well, I don't care! Brutalizer was supposed to be in the first match-up and we have an audience who want to see some masked fool getting mangled out there. Not only that, but it's all starting in less than twenty minutes!" Lipton shouted.
"S-sir! Please! I'm trying my best to work things out!" Steve murmured, flipping through papers attached to his clipboard.
"You better find someone..." Loopty threatened, a tube-like tendril suddenly shooting out from his back before wrapping around Steve's neck. The imp gagged for air as he was suddenly suspended into the air. "...Or else, we might as well throw you into that ring!"
Loopty proceeded to drop Steve onto the ground as he let out a gasp for air. The two businessmen merely continued on their way with their intern cautiously following them, fearing that he'd be getting mutilated by some masked roid freak. Once the demons reached the end of the hallway, Loopty made a right turn only to bump right into Oogar, almost losing his balance. The mammoth demon took a quick step back while Loopty gave the larger demon an evil eye.
"Hey! Watch where you're standing, you filthy hobo!" Loopty barked while his business partner looked at the giant with much intrigue.
"S-sorry!" Oogar ushered, his apology only getting a scoff from the maniacal mogul.
"Bah! I don't need some disgusting bum's apologies, how did a mongrel like you even get in here!? Steve, get security and escort his ass to the trash-ridden streets from whence he came!" The lanky demon demanded. However, his shorter accomplice had a much different idea in mind.
"Actually, Loopty, I got a better idea. Let's have him compete in the tournament!" The evil inventor declared, Loopty raising his eyebrows in surprise from this suggestion.
"Really? How so?" The lanky demon inquired.
"Well, look at the guy! Bulky in size, weird get-up, reeks of poverty. He's perfect for the ring!" The wheel-shaped demon exclaimed, piquing his business partner's interest.
"Ooooh! I love the way your dastardly mind thinks, Lyle!" Loopty said with glee before turning his head to face Oogar. "Tell me, dear bag head, what's your name?"
The caveman felt a cold sweat run down the back of his neck, given how he feared this could possibly lead to Vaggie finding out that he was here, he had no other choice but to lie. Using all the vocabulary skills that Charlie taught him, Oogar gave his response.
"HELLO... I... am...R..ROB!" Oogar nervously yelped, his voice slightly muffled by the paper bag concealing his head.
"Errr... Okay, Rob, you are going to be part of our wrestling tournament whether you like it or not. So follow us!" Lipton beckoned the caveman to follow him.
"B-But... Oog-NO... Rob... don't wa-" Oogar sadly didn't have a say in this as Loopty's cybernetic tendrils restrained the caveman as he forcibly dragged him through another corridor with Lipton and Steve following along.
"Look, we don't have time to listen to your blabber, hobo. We're on a tight schedule so you just shut up and do as we say!" Loopty said, approaching a large set of double doors before unapologetically shoving him into the room without a second thought.
"Mr. Goopty, I'm not so sure about this. This 'Rob' guy isn't part of the line-up." Steve said to his superior.
"Oh, will you just can it, Steve?! It's either him or you. Besides, he'll just be simple ring fodder is all!" The inventor replied before turning back to the bag-headed demon.
"Now you be a good hobo and wait for your cue! In a meantime, help yourself to a magazine or whatever you bums typically do... Just... Just don't touch anything. Okay?" The diabolical tycoon said with a hint of disgust before leaving the caveman to his own devices.
"Wait! Oog... uh... Rob not... wres...ler..." The mammoth demon pleaded but Loopty had already left, leaving him behind completely. Oogar turned around to see what room that Loopty dragged him into, his eyes widened upon the realization of his surroundings.
Oogar stood in a large locker-room housing various wrestlers, some were as big as him while others were no smaller than four feet. The pungent stench of body odor wafted through the room, one that left Oogar feeling rather queazy. Across from where Oogar was standing, there was a large elevator door with a siren light situated above it. Not only that but there were various TV screens scattered through different parts of the locker room that depicted the wrestling ring from different angles.
After a brief survey of his surroundings, The caveman awkwardly treaded through the locker room before sitting on a nearby bench. A few of the wrestlers took notice of the caveman and his bizarre costume, some of them whispering to themselves before collectively laughing together. One wrestler even stopped in front of him to give the caveman a look.
"Tch. Nice outfit, douchebag." One luchador said with a snarky chortle.
"Thank you. Made it myself. I'm really good artist!" Oogar replied, oblivious to the demon's sarcasm. The demonic wrestler's smirk turned to an annoyed scowl.
"Not a compliment, dumbass." He said before walking off.
"...Well, you have... a bad outfit!...jerk..." Oogar said, his earnest attempt to make a comeback failing horribly as the wrestler merely walked off. Alone with his thoughts again, Oogar kept to himself as he clasped his hands together before whistling a tune to keep himself entertained.
"Hey, mind if I have a seat?" A female voice asked, prompting Oogar to look over to his side to see none other than La Polilla herself standing beside him. Oogar remembered seeing her fight on the TV and seeing her in person felt almost surreal to the caveman. Her voice, while dulled out a little from her mask, Oogar could still hear clearly. Although something sounded strangely familiar about her voice he couldn't quite pin it down. Nonetheless, Oogar scooted a little to make room for the female luchador.
"Thanks." La Polilla replied before sitting next to the bag-headed demon. The two calmly waited in the musky locker room, the grumbling of conversations between other wrestlers and the sounds of a shower running filling the air.
"So, guessing you're the replacement that Loopty and Lipton shoved in at the last minute?" She asked, glancing over to the larger demon.
Oogar knew that he had no other choice but to participate, but that wasn't the only thing he was truly worried about. He also feared that Vaggie could be out there in the audience, blended with the millions of spectators. The caveman was also afraid that he would also have to refrain from using any of his earth manipulation for his match-ups. Not only did he have to keep his identity a secret from Vaggie but he also would have to keep himself hidden amongst the public.
Ever since his battle against Chugg went viral thanks to Cherri Bomb, the mammoth demon had received a lot of unwanted attention with random demons begged him for autographs, some of which asked them to sign certain body parts as well. Because of all this, Oogar did his best to refrain from the limelight. There would be a lot of fearsome opponents heading his way but even then, the caveman had no other option but to fight his way through the tournament.
What seemed to be an eternity of waiting would soon come to a sudden end when a high-pitched siren echoed through the room while the alarm light started to flash a bright red, silencing the locker room completely. Every wrestler present in the room all cocked their heads to the elevator door which pulled itself open almost like it had a mind of its own. The alarm would soon stop before Steve's voice suddenly buzzed through the intercom speakers.
"Alright, everyone. Tonight's the big night. Remember, be sure to keep track of where you are and if you get severely injured, that's all on you. Not us." Steve's deadpan voice blared through the speakers, followed by the faint shuffle of papers.
"Okay, first one up is... uh... Rob? That... That's the hobo you two threw i-"
"OF COURSE IT IS, YOU UNDERPAID DUNCE!" Loopty's screechy voice suddenly pierced the eardrums of unsuspecting wrestlers, prompting some of them to briefly cover their eardrums.
"Right, right! Uh... Rob, come over to the elevator and, y'know... get massacred or something. Okay, bye... Okay, how do ya turn this thing off..." The imp's voice muttered through the speakers before getting another yelling from his superiors.
"IT'S THE RED BUTTON, YOU MORON!" Lyle shouted, once again causing the speakers to generate a painful ring.
"R-right! Sorry!" Steven apologized before finally switching the intercom off.
Oogar sighed before pulling himself up, proceeding to make his way to the elevator door. As he made his way to the elevator, he could hear a few of the wrestlers holler insults or laugh at him because of his goofy appearance but the caveman kept plodding along as he stepped into the lift. Its door automatically sliding shut, the caveman now making his descent to the bottom floor. Fast forward a minute or two and a 'DING' rang into the caveman's ear while the elevator door slid open, leading down a wide hallway where a white, blinding light stood at the end. With nowhere else to go but forward, Oogar trudged down the dimly-lit corridor and as he got closer, he could hear Wally Wackford's shrill voice echoing out to a crowd of demons.
"I SAY, I SAY! WELCOME, ONE AND ALL TO LOOPTY AND LIPTON'S MASKED UNDERGROUND WRESTLIN' TOURNAMENT!" The carnie announced aloud.
"Tonight, sixteen fighters will be participating in a grueling struggle to obtain what else but a whoopin' ninety thousand dollars! Plus a couple o' extra hundreds from desperate gamblers!" The whole audience roared like maniacs, the caveman drawing closer to the entrance. He felt his stomach tense up but Oogar persisted onwards, knowing that it was too late to turn back now.
"Now let's shut up and get into it! For our first match-up, all of you were expecting Brutalizer to show up but due to a devastating loss of his pet goldfish, instead, Lyle and Lipton had done the honors of shoving some random hobo into the ring at the last minute!" Wackford continued as the mammoth demon was just inches away from stepping down the entrance ramp.
"Now give a thunderous booing to Bob!" The lanky imp exclaimed, glancing back at an index card he held in his other hand. "...Oh wait, I read that wrong. Give a thunderous booing to ROB! And feel free to throw as much garbage as you can at him."
The moment 'Rob' stepped into view, the entire crowd immediately showered Oogar with a symphony of boos, berating him vulgar insults, some of which the caveman didn't know even existed. One even went as far as to pelt the bag-headed wrestler with a box of popcorn, said box bouncing right off the caveman's head before miraculously landing in his arms. The caveman looked at the container of popped corn before shrugging, munching on handfuls of the salty snack whilst moving along the entrance ramp. Oogar discarded the red-and-white striped box upon making it to the ring before awkwardly pulling himself into the ring.
"Ooh-wee, boy! When they told me they brought a hobo here, they weren't kiddin'! You smell the part too!" Wackford said, fanning the putrid smell with his hand.
"But... Rob showered this morning." Oogar said, raising a hand.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Wackford said with disinterest before returning back to the audience.
"AND NOW FOR HIS CHALLENGER! She's vicious and relentless, she's both the judge and the jury, but more importantly the third one. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MAY I INTRODUCE THE HIGH EXECUTIONER!" Wally Wackford boomed while The whole crowd went from booing to cheering in a matter of seconds. Soon, a female luchador demon came leaping out from the entranceway and onto the beginning of the ramp.
Appearance-wise, her color scheme was similar to La Pollilla's, with grey skin and white hair. However, that's where all similarities ended, she had a lot more bulk compared to La Polilla while both her eyes glowed a bright white, along with two black horns that jutted from her head, her ponytail was bushier and shaggy, and a devil-like tail protruding from her behind. Concealing her face was a black mask that resembled an executioner's cowl, one that adorned white chain patterns with a red 'XX' imprinted on the forehead. Her outfit consisted of a black bra that didn't seem to connect to the front which exposed more of her cleavage with a matching pair of briefs with by a thick leather belt wrapped around it. To top it all off, on her forearms, she wielded a pair of clawed-metal gauntlets that adorned a set of dual batons.
"WHO'S READY FOR A PUBLIC EXECUTION!?" The High Executioner screamed at the top of her lungs, wearing a psychotic grin before raising her hands into the air. In response, the crowd's roar grew louder while the female luchador reveled in the cheering as she darted down the entrance ramp and climbed into the ring, standing just a few feet away from Oogar. Despite being several feet taller, Oogar knew he had to make every second count in this marathon of foe after foe.
"Is THIS Brutalizer's replacement?! HA! They sent me nothing but a fool on their way to their inevitable demise!" The demoness said with a laugh, her large opponent merely grunting in response.
"Fighters, turn to your corners!" Wackford said, the demons walking over to their respective corner posts. The High Execution starred down Oogar with a toothy grin while the caveman furrowed his brows, smacking his own chest akin to a Silverback Gorilla accepting a challenge.
"READY AND..."
The two demons tensed up for their skirmish, the audience continuing to holler. All of them carving the carnage that was about to transpire.
"FIGHT!"
"LET THE SUFFERING BEGIN!" The High Executioner screeched, all while speeding towards Oogar before throwing the first punch into the caveman's chest. Oogar, reacting quickly to the attack, brought up his arm and snatched his opponent by the wrist. The mammoth demon responded with his own punch, his knuckle smashing right into the skimpily-dressed demoness which launched her back. Digging her heels into the ground, The High Executioner craned her neck up at her large opponent and scowled before making a second beeline at her bag-headed foe. What soon followed was an onslaught of quick jabs and kicks, a grand majority of which were either blocked or avoided by Oogar, who lurched forward and attempted to swat her with a tremendous swing of his backhand.
The female luchador quickly threw herself back to avoid the blow before dodging yet another swipe from the caveman. As she backed away from the second attack, The High Executioner felt the ring's ropes brush up against her back as she turned around to see she had backed into the edge of the ring. Using this to her advantage, the skimpily-dressed wrestler quickly leaped onto the top rope and sprung herself high into the air whilst bringing her hands high into the air. The female wrestler proceeded to smash both her fists down while Oogar pulled his fist back and sent a punch into the flying demoness's way.
Both punches made their mark, resulting in a shockwave that nearly blew both fighters out of the ring. The caveman fumbled back but caught himself from falling over while the hooded luchador was able to land onto a corner post that was faced diagonally from her opponent. Grinning with sadistic delight, The High Executioner leaped from the corner post with her arms extended outwards before latching right onto the mammoth demon's back.
The High Executioner was now riding her bag-headed foe, who bucked and swung around almost like a maddened bull trying to thrash its rider off. The judgemental demon dug her claws into the caveman's shoulders, the caveman gritted his teeth as he desperately tried to remove his foe off of his back. While his attempts at doing so failed, Oogar charged right into the nearest corner post with The High Executioner still mounted onto his back as he slammed both him and his opponent right into it. The impact was strong enough to severely weaken the demon as the sharp tips of her gloves pulled out from the caveman's deltoids as she slumped down against the corner. Oogar proceeded to grab her by the arm before casually chucking her body forward, the demoness bouncing into the center of the ring.
Seeing this as his opportunity to land another strike, Oogar lifted his foot and hit The High Executioner with a mighty kick that sent her flying across the ring, her body bouncing right off the ropes. As his skimpily-dressed foe rebounded towards him, Oogar caught her in mid-air with his hand grasping onto her head as the mammoth demon lifted her body as far his arm could go before slamming it down onto the hard ground. The caveman still had a firm grasp onto The High Executioner's head as she clamped onto Oogar's forearm with the sharp tips of her gauntlets piercing into his fur. Growling from pain, Oogar raised his other arm and began to viciously punch his opponent in the stomach.
With every blow to the abdomen, the female luchador's sharp grasp on the caveman's forearmed weakened significantly. Oogar kept the strikes coming but would suddenly stop when his smaller foe suddenly wrapped her legs around the mammoth demon's arm before rolling backward, the caveman suddenly being lifted off of the ground and thrown right into the corner post. The bag on his head nearly flew off, causing Oogar to tug onto it just so it wouldn't fly off. While he was briefly distracted, The High Executioner charged right at him and nailed her larger opponent in the chest with her elbow.
The caveman snarled from the sudden blow and ache that surged through his chest while his opponent began to wail on him, prompting the caveman to put up his arms in a defensive motion. Oogar would soon retaliate with a strong haymaker that forced his female opponent off him. The Mammoth Demon stepped forward and delivered another set of hard blows of his very arm, every one of them making the female luchador's skull rattle. However, Oogar couldn't keep this chain of attacks going on for too long as The High Execution weaved his next jab before nicking the bag-headed wrestler across the chest, leaving behind four noticeable tears in the caveman's trash bag costume. Luckily, thanks to his thick hide, the wounds inflicted onto his chest were shallow.
Oogar reeled his arm back before slamming a paw into his opponent's cheek, hitting her with enough force to send a splatter of blood out of her mouth. The skimpily dressed luchador stood her ground as she responded to the attack with a hook to the face, her metallic knuckles slugging the bag-headed wrestler in the cheek, a blow further amplified by the blunt end of her wrist-mounted baton. The caveman staggered back before evading a second blow, retaliating with a punch only for his smaller opponent to counter it with a punch of her own. The two wrestlers proceeded to trade blows at a hectic level of speed, their fists appearing blurs to the naked eye.
"Well isn't this a surprise! That random hobo we threw in at the last minute is fairing a lot better than I imagined, just another brilliant business decision of our unmatched genius!" Loopty bosted with a chuckle, viewing the match from the safety of a built-in opera box that hovered above the crowd.
"And against the walking, talking german sex dungeon too, talk about lucky!" Lyle chimed in with a laugh. "But Rob here is gonna have to stay on his feet because The High Executioner looks like she's about to pull off her neat little trick!"
Just as it seemed that their punching battle would last an eternity, Oogar brought the whole thing to an end when he caught both of his opponent's fists and clonked his foe on the head resulting in a 'BONK' to ring out. The High Executioner was left in a daze, little crows and pentagrams swirling around her head, but would come back to her senses when Oogar bashed his forehead right in between her eyes. Stumbling backward, The High Executioner wiped the blood from her mouth before clenching her fists as tight as she could, staring deep into the caveman's souls with a hateful glare.
"INSOLENT WELP! YOU DARE DRAW BLOOD FROM ME!?" The judgemental demon growled with fury before spreading both her arms out.
"FOR THIS CRIME, YOU SHALL BE MET WITH THE MOST PAINFUL EXECUTION!" She continued while a series of white emblems started to take form out of thin air. Oogar, unsure of what was going on, simply rushed forward for another blow to his opponent's face. Out of nowhere, two strands of white chain suddenly shoot out from the emblems while Oogar's eyes widened, attempting to throw himself out of the way but it was far too late for him to dodge. The chains wrapped themselves around the caveman's hands, making themselves taut as they uncomfortably strained against Oogar's wrists. Cutting into both fur and skin alike.
Thrashing around in an attempt to free himself, Oogar wildly shook his arms and wriggled around almost an unsuspecting critter caught in a snare. The High Executioner's scowl turned to a sadistic grin as she levitated off the ground and looked down at her opponent, several more white emblems appearing before her as she cackled like the madwoman she is.
"TASTE YOUR ETERNAL DAMNATION, PAPER BAG MAN!" She boomed as two more chain links shot from the emblems with their trajectory set on the caveman's head. Despite being limited in movement, Oogar had enough mobility to narrowly jerk his head while the chains instead skewered themselves into the wrestling floor. While a few were able to scathe his neck and shoulders with thin cuts, Oogar was successful in dodging them. Angered that her plan failed, The High Executioner decided to approach things at a different angle, quite literally so, as an emblem appeared on the mammoth demon's side. But what should've seemed like his defeat instead opened the way to a new idea.
As the chain extended outwards, its sole intention of piercing through the caveman's skull, Oogar whipped his head back while simultaneously pulling his arms, tugging the chain back as well. What soon followed was the speeding chain tore its way through Oogar's restraints, the chains ensnaring his wrists snapped in two and proceeded to disappear into thin air. The High Executioner's jaw nearly dropped to the floor while her bulkier opponent tended to his wrists, now free from his confines. Emitting a primal screech of rage, the skimpily-dressed luchador sent an entire slew of chains, firing out from their emblems in an attempt to lance into the bag-headed wrestler.
"DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE YOU MISERABLE WORM!" The High Executioner roared, sending more and more chains into Oogar's way. Much to the female luchador's shock, her foe nimbly avoided a grand majority of her attacks with only a few scoring minor injuries. This prompted more strands of white chains to be fired, slowly but surely whittling down Oogar's agility. Upon weaving out of another chain, Oogar noticed the corner post as a new idea started to make way. Sprinting towards the post, while simultaneously dodging oncoming chains. The caveman reached the post and climbed on top of it where he looked up to see The High Executioner glaring down at him.
"YOUR END IS NIGH, BAG MAN! ACCEPT YOUR FATE!" The demoness said, launching one powerful chain link at the caveman with its trajectory being his heart. But this attack never came to be as the chain suddenly stopped, the bag-headed wrestler clutching the chain in mid-air.
"W-WHAT!? IMPOSSIBLE!" The High Executioner shouted, bewildered by this sudden turn of events as her trash bag-cladded foe threw himself off the corner post. Rather than dropping onto the floor, Oogar swung himself upwards while simultaneously emitting a Tarzan-esque cry. Acting fast, the judgemental demon sent out several more chain links from different angles. Throwing himself off the make-shift metal vine, Oogar grabbed onto a chain that was in a horizontal formation and flung himself to greater heights. Drawing closer to the High Executioner, Oogar reeled his fist back and extended outwards as his knuckles dug themselves right underneath the skimpily dressed luchador's chin.
The moment the uppercut transpired, the luchador's body began to widely spin around in mid-air from the impact. Oogar reached his arm out and stopped The High Executioner in her place, snagging her by the tail before hurling her right into the ring's center. The hooded wrestler laid on the ring, a pained groan escaping her lips as she barely had the energy to even stand.
"Y-you haven't won... I'LL... I'LL BEAT YOUUuuu... Oh fuck me-" Her rage-fueled proclamation soon devolved into a quiet whimper as Oogar came crashing down on her, the caveman driving his elbow right into her back which undoubtedly crushed her spine into dust. The High Executioner let out one last pained growl before her head flopped onto the floor, falling unconscious from the tremendous weight that dropped onto her. Oogar stood up to his full height, gazing down at his kayoed opponent before setting his gaze at the audience. The bag-headed neanderthal raised his arms in the air, roaring in victory while the spectators surrounding him went into a frenzy of cheers.
"I say, I say! WE HAVE A KNOCKOUT!" Wally Wackford declared, stepping into the ring before grabbing onto Oogar's hand and raising it up in the air. "THE WINNER IS ROB!"
Sitting amidst the crowd of roaring spectators were two female, humanoid demons. The duo consisted of one who had short white hair and wore a disgruntled frown while the other had messier hair with a bang covering one eye and a smirk plastered on her face, both of them sharing a similar attire of red and black. The former of the pair let out a groan of exasperation while the latter blew out a puff of smoke from her cigarette.
"FUCKIN' HELL, JUDGMENT! I BET ALL MY DAMN MONEY ON YOU!" The disgruntled demoness growled with frustration.
"Heh, looks like those chances of that new expansion pack are down the shitter for ya, sis~" Her smug companion snickered at her sister's expense.
"Shut your damn mouth... Why are you even here!? you don't even like wrestling!" She retorted, to which, her sister shrugged in response.
"Meh. I just wanted to see your reaction when you lost all your money. Plus, it's my job to make your life horrible so you're stuck me no matter what!" The Bitch Demon cackled in response, getting another annoyed groan out of her sibling.
"Go fuck yourself, Z. I'm gonna get wasted, you drive Judgement home." The Sour Demon said, getting off of her seat before storming out of the stadium to get plastered at the nearest bar. The smoking demoness gazed down at the luchador's twitching body, as it was carried away on a stretcher being held by a bunch of imps.
"She'll be okay." She said with a shrug, her voice filled to the brim with apathy as she quickly left the scene. "Yo, Mal, wait up! I wanna get shitfaced too!"
The LLME Locker Room
Vaggie silently looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, her eyes locked with the glass's reflection. A conflicted visage took hold over her features, a million thoughts swirling around in her mindscape. When it came to business, the hotel was still in a perpetual state of limbo despite the efforts made to get it even just a slight bit off the ground. The only residents, aside from staff, were Oogar and Angel but even then that wasn't enough to make ends meet since the former of the two was practically living in the establishment for free while Angel tended to be dodgy when it came to paying rent, much to Vaggie's ire.
Ever since she had caught wind of this underground fighting program and the large quantities of souls that fighters would receive, she figured that could be the best way to pay the expenses. For two months straight, she had been moonlighting under the persona of 'La Poillia', and thanks to her graceful agility and combat experience, she was able to win a grand majority of her fights while also making a bit of a name for herself.
Of course, she didn't want the fame of her newly found wrestling career to be intertwined with Charlie and the hotel's reputation, heaven forbid if someone like Katie Killjoy caught wind of this. Vaggie couldn't help but feel guilty for going behind her girlfriend's back, however, she was in desperate need of money and if the hotel wasn't pulling any guests then this was, unfortunately, the best option.
Vaggie mustered a sigh before grabbing onto the faucet leaver, lifting it slightly so that a stream of cold water could pour from the tap. The Hispanic Demoness began to splash herself with handfuls of cold water to keep herself focused, droplets of liquid dribbling off of her face. As she drenched her face, the whole bathroom turned red, followed by the dreaded alarm buzz that got a pout from the demoness, who promptly shut the rushing water off.
"Here we go..." Vaggie said, pulling her mask back onto her head before entering the locker room. Along with many other wrestlers, she gathered around the elevator as the elevator's ding chimed throughout the room as the door opened up. Much to a few demon's surprise, they all watched as this 'Rob' character stepped out of the lift with only a few minor injuries sustained from his bout. The large, bag-headed demon trudged off into the bathroom to lick his wounds but before he could reach the lavatory, Vaggie quietly called out to him.
"Hey." La Polilla said, her voice loud enough to gain the bag-headed behemoth's attention, who turned around to face her. "Good job out there."
The Bag-headed wrestler's eyes widened with a bit of surprise and while he didn't say anything, he did nod his head in response as a way of saying 'Thank you' before leaving the female luchador to her own wellbeing.
"Okay... uh... Next up on the list, La Poillia, get in." Steve plainly said while Vaggie sighed, throwing on her moth-pattern cloak before approaching the elevator door.
"Oh hey, before you go in there. Uh... Some fan sent us a letter for you and my bosses apparently want me to read to you as a way to uh... boost morale. I'm surprised they, of all people, opted for this but whatever, if it gets me a paycheck then fuck it." The imp's voice fizzed through the intercom speaker as he cleared his voice, followed by a slight crinkle of paper.
"Uh... Oh my god, La Polilla, I want you to kick to the ground and step onto my throbbing... err... Okay, you know what, maybe the money isn't worth the sacrifice for sanity... Dear Lucifer, It even came with a poorly photoshopped drawing too." Steve grumbled, almost hurling from the sight that Vaggie's eyes were spared from while a few demons chuckle aloud.
"Looks like you got an admirer, Bug Girl!" One wrestler commented with a laugh.
"Fuck off." Vaggie growled irritably before entering the elevator, the door shutting itself closed as she was carried down to the stage. "Great, now I know how Angel feels..."
Once the elevator opened, Vaggie zipped out from the door and down the corridor. Preparing to make her grand entrance while Wackford's voice droned from outside the opening.
"I SAY, I SAY! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, FOR OUR NEXT MATCH-UP, PRESENTING THE NIMBLE NIGHTMARE HERSELF! LA POLILLA!" As Wackford announced her wrestler title to the audience, Vaggie leaped out from the entranceway before striking a pose, the pyrotechnics exploding right behind her.
"Nailed it." Vaggie thought to herself quietly before hastily running down the entrance ramp, boosting herself high into the air when getting herself into closer proximity of the ring, elegantly landing in the squared circle's epicenter. The Hispanic Demoness cracked her neck before giving a brief survey of the cheering crowd. Beneath her mask, she let out a calm exhale before stepping aside to let the announcer take the stage.
"AND FOR HER CHALLENGER! HE'S ONE HELLUVA FIGHTER I SAY, I SAY! HE'S THE BREAKER OF BONES, THE DESTROYER OF SPINES, THE PELVIS PULVERIZER. GIVE IT UP FOR BARON BRUISEEEEEER!" Wackford exclaimed before an enormous wall of fire the entranceway shoot outwards, making the crowd go wild. From beneath the fiery barrier, a figure of great size could vaguely be made out as it drew closer to the flames.
Marching out from the inferno, virtually unscathed, was a hulking goliath of a demon, one with blood-red skin, curved horns mounted on both sides of his head, and goat-like legs much akin to a Satyr. His costume only consisted of a black singlet with the flaming words 'BB' imprinted on the chest and his mask, if you could call it, was an amalgamation of scrap metal was welded together.
The giant emitted a guttural roar, one that shook the arena as he stomped down the entrance ramp while the crowd cheered him on as he climbed into the ring, his colossal weight almost causing the entire squared circle to collapse. Baron Bruiser glared at his shorter foe before letting out a baritone chuckle.
"Heheh... Ready to get crushed, insect?" The beastly demon threatened, cracking his knuckles. Despite being outclassed in both height and size, Vaggie stood her ground and went as far as to respond to the demon's comment.
"I don't know. Are you ready to get crushed, tiny?" La Polilla said, folding her arms while the larger demon snarled in response.
"Who you callin' tiny!? I'm twice your size, you dumb bitch!" Baron Bruiser retorted, his fists tightly clenched. Vaggie's eye flicks down for a moment before returning back to the red demon's gaze.
"...Wasn't talking about your height, stupid." Vaggie calmly replied. It took a good few seconds for Baron Bruiser to fully register the insult, his brow furrowed and his eyes lit up with burning anger.
"Fighters to your cor-" Wally, unfortunately, didn't have time to see Baron Bruiser's backhand slam right into his cheek, the impact sent the announcer flying out of the ring and into the violent crowd. The audience began to jostle and dogpile
"AAAAH! I SAY, I SAY! AAAHH! THEY'RE EATING MEEEEE!" The announcer shrieked with horror, his arm protruding from the unrelenting pack of audience members before sinking out of sight.
The moment Wackford was out of his way, the hulking demon rushed forward, starting the fight on his own accord by bringing a paw down onto where La Polilla was standing. Hadn't it been for her, then Vaggie's opponent would have smashed her into a gory puddle. Instead, Baron Bruiser's fist slammed against the hard floor which got an exasperated growl out of him.
Vaggie dashed forward and delivered a roundhouse kick right into the larger demon's side, the beast merely shrugging off the attack as he raised his other fist and sent it straight into La Polilla's abdomen. His knuckle connected with Vaggie's gut, sending the female luchador back but would prevent herself from going any farther by digging her heels into the ground. Vaggie came charging back at her large foe, who merely snorted with annoyance while his left hand lit up in an emerald inferno. The hulking demon proceeded to swing his arm forward, hurling a flaming, green projectile from his hand into La Polilla's direction. With another showcase of her amazing swiftness, the Hispanic demoness twisted herself out of harm's way. The green fireball passed her by and singed the ropes behind the luchador instead.
Tensing her legs up for a split second, Vaggie leaped high into the air for a flying kick to the face but Baron Bruiser swatted her to the ground with an overhead swipe of his fist. The larger demon proceeded to swing his fist down for another strike but Vaggie prevented him from doing so by extending a leg out, slamming her boot right into the brute's face. Baron Bruiser took a step back from the sudden impact of the kick while La Polilla got back up onto her feet and rushed forward, striking the lumbering demon with a haymaker to his chest. Much to Baron Bruiser's surprise, the punch managed to make him stagger a little as well as knocking some wind out of him.
But that lucky shot wouldn't be nearly enough to take down the juggernaut as he replied to the attack with a hard shoulder check that sent Vaggie into the air. Before she could drop to the ground, Baron Bruiser extended his arm out and caught her. With La Polilla in his grasps, He tightly squeezed onto Vaggie's neck with one hand while his other gripped onto her leg. Vaggie thrashed and squirmed in the baron's clutches, who proceeded to raise the Hispanic Demoness over his head before bringing her entire body down onto his shoulders with a harsh pull.
The agonizing force of her back being forcibly pressed against her opponent's hard shoulders was enough to make Vaggie cry out in pain, her bulkier opponent reveled in her distraught screams. Baron Bruiser doubled the amount of pressure against La Polilla, a move that if it were to be drawn out long enough would have surely leave the female luchador broken.
Fortunately for Vaggie, this didn't happen, as her trashing prevailed with one of her arms breaking from her constraints as she bashed her elbow against Baron Bruiser's forehead. The attack, while unsuccessful in freeing her from his grasps, did loosen the grip on her neck and legs just by a bit as she delivered a second strike. This time around, the baron's grip was loose enough for Vaggie to break free as she bounced off of the demon's shoulders but not before kicking him right in the jaw with both legs. Striking him with all the force she could muster in her body.
Baron Bruiser's jaw nearly dislocated as a pained roar escaped his maw. La Polilla, on the other hand, performed a backward somersault once she reached the ground before rising back to her feet. A faint discomfort still lingered on around her neck and leg region but Vaggie was still determined to finish this fight.
"GRAUGH! YOU FUCKIN' TACO HOARDING SKANK, I'LL KILL YOU!" The hulking demon snarled aloud, holding onto his jaw in pain before he suddenly charged forward in La Polilla's direction. He proceeded to jump as high as his legs could allow with a duke raised up into the air, a blazing viridescent aura surrounding his fist. Vaggie dove to the opposite side of the ring while her opponent slammed his fist right into the ring, resulting in a small-scale explosion of green fire.
The flames died out in a matter of seconds while a large, noticeable burn mark was seared into the floor. Standing up to his full height, Baron Bruiser launched another green fireball into La Polilla's direction, but rather than avoiding the projectile, Vaggie lifted her leg as far as it could go before swinging it down in a similar vein to a guillotine mouton being dropped. As her leg came down, the fireball dispersed into two halves before fizzling out. Smoke resonated off the female luchador's leg as she glared into the massive demon's eyes with a piercing glare.
In a matter of seconds, both wrestlers charged towards each other at high speeds. Baron Bruiser stepped forward and threw a massive left hook only to have his opponent easily slipping to the side while the attack blew right past her. She proceeded to throw a right hook of her own, only for the larger demon to easily catch the blow right before it could land. His grip tightened as he began to viciously swing La Polilla's body around in the air, carelessly jostling her about like a ragdoll. Vaggie was suddenly thrown into the air before kneeing her right into a corner post. Vaggie let out an agonized groan before suddenly feeling her opponent's hand press against her mid-section.
"SAY YOUR PRAYERS, BUG!" Baron Bruiser said with a devilish cackle before sending a fist careening her way with the sole intention of smashing her head into a bloody mess. However, the baron made a critical mistake as he failed to realize that Vaggie still had movement in her arms as she retaliated with a jab to the face.
Both fists flew. Only one made its mark.
SCKLRCH!
Baron Bruiser stopped dead in his tracks, frozen in place like a statue. Lodged deep within right his eye socket was Vaggie's hand as she yanked it from the hulking demon's orbital cavity. The moment she did so, a cascade of blood from Baron Bruiser's now-eyeless socket, running down his cheek and spilling onto the floor while Vaggie's hand was now soaked red. It wasn't long before an ear-damaging screech filled the air, one that made even the blood-hungry audience cringe with disgust.
Acting fast, Vaggie struck her now one-eyed foe with a strong kick that sent the giant fumbling back. Rather than letting his body drop to the ground, Baron Bruiser stopped himself by placing his left fist on the ground while simultaneously placing his right one over the bleeding cranial orbit, Baron Bruiser's pained growls morphing into that of fury.
"YOU FUCKIN' WHORE! WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, I'M GONNA FUCKING RIP YOU TWO!" He roared at the top of his lungs, standing up to his full height before barreling forward with the speed and force of an oncoming truck with both his hands reaching out for his opponent. Vaggie saw the attack coming from a mile away as she took a leap back, landing directly on top of the corner post that she was previously pinned against. La Pollilla waited for the larger foe to get close enough and once he got up close, she sprung herself right over Baron Bruiser's head. Instead of falling to the ground, she instead clamped her legs together with the baron's neck in the middle.
The enormous demon felt a squeezing pain around his neck as well as struggling to main the ability to breathe. With the Baron ensnared in her trap, Vaggie pulled her legs back, still wrapped around the demon's neck, resulting in both of them toppling onto the ground. Baron Bruiser desperately tried to wriggle himself free, repeatedly slamming his back against the floor in an effort to free himself from the tight scissor hold. Unfortunately, Vaggie no intention of letting go, in fact, this prompted her to strengthen the grip around her opponent's neck almost like a python strangling the life out of a helpless critter.
As the demon continued to suffocate from the tight hold, finding it harder to breathe by the seconds AS his face began to change color. Transforming from his usual crimson skin color to a sickly blue while foam began to bubble out of his gaping maw. Baron Bruiser croaked and gagged, his only means of escaping the scissor hold was to grab at the ropes. His attempt proved to be fruitless, not only was his opponent's hold inescapable but also she tugged him back before she even had a chance to reach for his one-way ticket of freedom. His face changed color yet again, into a dark shade of purple while Vaggie quietly whispered one final cold remark before the fight came to a definitive end.
"Look at you. All this bravado, all this roid rage, and yet... You still have nothing to show for it." And with that being said, Vaggie gave one final twist of her legs. A sickening 'POP' rang throughout the stadium while The Baron's body ceased all movement and went limp. With her opponent down for good, she released her legs from the baron's neck before standing upright. She gazed at Baron Bruiser's lifeless body before giving it a sneer in disgust before shaking the blood any excess blood that lingered on her arm.
Now faced with a crowd that chanted and sang her wrestling name, Vaggie folded her arms in victory and smirked beneath her mask. Crawling back into the ring, his clothes noticeably scuffed and torn from being torn to asunder by the audience, Wally Wackford weakly got back up on his feet and raised Vaggie's arm in the air.
"I say... I say... The winner is...LA POLILLA!...yeeeah..." Wackford managed before collapsing to the ground while Vaggie chuckled to herself internally.
"To think I'd be happy with a crowd of strangers watching me. Things really changed hadn't they." Vaggie said within her mindscape before she exited the ring and retreated back to the locker room to clean herself up. Viewing the whole brutal skirmish from their theater box, both Loopty and Lyle laughed hysterically.
"Ohoho! I tell ya, pitting these poor fools against each other for petty squabbles was the best decision we've made!" Lipton chuckled aloud, slapping his business partner on the back.
"Why yeees! It was almost as good as when we invented that mutation ray all those years ago!" Loopty exclaimed before transitioning to a sigh. "Ah, I could still remember the look on that impoverished sap's face before he turned into an abomination to mankind... So many memories~"
"Heh, I could agree with ya on that!" Lipton said before turning his gaze off to the arena displayed before them, his piano key-toothed grin widening a little.
"So, who's the next pair o' sad saps?"