Chapter 12: Metrocity, U.S.A.

 

The squared circle shuddered as the impact of two heavy bodies crashed in the center rocking its very foundations.  Grappling with each other, the wrestling pair was having it out in a test for strength to see who would be the victor of this match.  Breaking away, one managed to land in a sudden kick to the gut and an elbow to the back of the head of his opponent.  Taking advantage of the momentary stun, he then proceeded to wrap his massive arms around his foe’s torso, hefting him up into space.  Using their combined masses to increase the downward force, he slammed the hapless wrestler into the mat.

 

“WHOMP!!!”  “CRACK!!!”  “UUNGH!!!”

 

“1 – 2 – – 3!!!”

 

Raising his arm in a sign of victory, Hugo Andore bellowed in response to the cheering crowd.

 

“I AM NUMVA ONE!!!” He shouted.

 

Standing outside the ring his manager, Poison, signaled his approval and congratulated his charge.  (Author’s note: For those who don’t know, Poison is a MAN who had a sex change. Go figure!)

 

Back in the locker room the two discussed the upcoming wrestling matches that Hugo was scheduled to participate in.

 

“Hey big guy, you sure have been fighting hard these past few weeks.  You’ve just about dominated almost everyone in the wrestling circuit.  The World Heavyweight Title is next but it’s practically in the bag as I don’t think the current champ can give you much of a good fight”, Poison commented.

 

Hugo answered, “I vuz thinking of da Streetfighter tournament dats being held dis year.  Vhy don’t zou ask around how I vill be able to participate.  I’ve veen hearing much avout dis Alex fellow… he seems pretty strong.  I vould very much like to encounter him.”

 

Poison said, “You’ve got a very good idea there.  But getting into the tourney shouldn’t be a problem. The Mad Gears may be long gone but we still have some influence over a number of our former connections.”

 

“Dats good,” came the reply.  “I’ll ve vaiting for the first match.  Zou let me know vhen everything is ready, no?”

 

“Don’t worry about a thing.  I’ll take care of the details,” said Poison.

 

Hugo said, “If zou say so.  I’m thirsty I think I’ll get a beer… a full keg vould be nice.”