Destiny 2024 - Red Pirate Rogers vs. Mack Caliber

[Kip Whistler]

One Fall - 30 Minute Time Limit
Red Pirate Rogers vs. Mack Caliber

[“The Debonair” Mack Caliber]

My music hits to a very loud and negative reaction. I bust through the curtain with a microphone in my hand.

The time is come for y’all to find out what I know is true.
Mack is back and Red is whack. Now y’all know too.
Maybe I’ll submit him. Maybe I’ll pin him. Don’t know.
But sorry y’all, ain’t gonna be much of a show.

I’m gonna beat him down and beat him quick
And all you haters can call me a prick
But I don’t care, and this is my vow:
Red’s goin down, cause my time is now.

I drop the microphone and sprint to the ring.

[Red Pirate Rogers]

Cannons boom, Pirate King begins to play, and then screeches to a halt and gets replaced by the Pirate Kings (Remix) Red and Mack used so successfully as tag champions.

Beeman: What a dope, you'd think after getting attacked, bruised, battered, and generally embarrassed, Rogers wouldn't keep playing the old tunes.
LeRay: I think, as Red would say, this is a fight that needs to be fought, but that Caliber isn't his enemy, he's just an opponent.
Beeman: Ugh, spare me the Tao-gers Te Ching...you know many zen monks who can kick somebody's butt?
LeRay: Can't say that I do...
Beeman: Exactly, Rogers might think he's being gracious, but Mack Caliber's gonna wipe that smirk right off of his face.

Rogers enters the ring and stares right at Caliber who paces like a caged animal, instead of bowing as usual, Rogers gives Mack the "bring it on" fingers and Caliber charges in to prove himself, only to get ole'd by his old partner.

Beeman: We're underway and a quick surprise from Rogers with Caliber now in the corner, oh my look at that, Rogers comes right at Caliber with a series of stiff shots right to the kisser, and a whip to other corner, NO! Caliber leaps up and lets Rogers crash in and know Mack Caliber's handing out the blows. Looks like these former friends aren't about to hold back here!

[“The Debonair” Mack Caliber]

I took the initial barrage like a man. I see the fire in Red’s eyes— good. If he came out weak or half-hearted, I might have felt some sympathy. But he knows as well as I do— there can only be one guy to come out of our team and have success.

I grab Red and swing him into the ropes, bounce off myself and hit a shoulder tackle. I pick him up for a scoop slam, but he’s a slippery dude and snuck out of my grasp. I feel myself getting shoved forward into the ropes, and rolled up backwards, but I kick out at one. Nice try, buddy.

I blindly kick behind me where I think Red should be and connect to the gut. I turn around, he’s doubled over, and I try for a power bomb, but he slides through that and my face hits the ground. He frickin’ Kidman’ed me. I touch my nose— blood. I smile. It’s real now.

[“The Debonair” Mack Caliber]

I’m back up and as blood trickles down my face and off my chin, I go ballistic. I grab Red and hit triple German suplexes, and on the third I release with enough force to where he flips and lands face first. I’m on him relentlessly, kicking him in the flank a couple times before picking him up, gorilla pressing him, and dropping him across the corner turnbuckle abdomen first. I then take a running start and punt him in the gut, and he falls to the ring apron.

I pause for a moment to admire my work as the boos rain down. I am the true King. I am Mack F’ing Caliber, the best damn wrestler in this ring right now. I tell the ref to count him out as he slides to the arena floor.

[Red Pirate Rogers]

OOC: crazy day, thanks for carrying the show Mack.

Rogers is shaky and uncertain as the ref counts, while Mack tours the ring egging on the crowd, proclaiming how awesome he is.

It’s six, before Rogers is back on his feet and eight before he has the ropes again and the crowd roars to will him back into the match. He rolls in at 9.5 and Mack waits for him with a sarcastic clap.

[“The Debonair” Mack Caliber]

I know this one is already over.

I grab Red as he rolls in, hoist him on my shoulders, toss him skyward, and land the Magnum Slug. He only knew what hit him for a fraction of a second before his lights went out. I stand over him, place a foot on his chest. One, two, what? He put a shoulder up? I laugh— ole Red wants another Slug. After a second Magnum Slug, I pin Rogers properly and win the match.

After the match, I pull a strategically placed piece of glass out from under the ring. Printed on the glass in an old-timey script is “Barber Shop”. I set it up in the corner of the ring, and fully plan on sending Red through it, but when I turn back around, Red has already rolled to the floor. No worries, I’ll just save that in case he tries to bother me again. I’ve proven my point.