Fate of the Gods Results! May 26, 2015 0:02:30 GMT -6
Post by Ryan Omega on May 26, 2015 0:02:30 GMT -6
Dathyn vs. Ron Oddmin
Dathyn vs. Ron Oddmin
The feed starts with a percussion-heavy introduction to ‘Puppet Show’ by Avatar hushes the audience. Then, the stage-lights begin alternating from blue to yellow. The fans rise in their seats to see who this unfamiliar theme belongs to.
Parvati: What is this, circus music?
Reid: It might be, but its too heavy to be a typical family circus…
From behind the curtain, he makes his appearance. He has a mic in his hand, also. He is wearing gray slacks and a gray blazer, with a black shirt on underneath. His hair seems to be neatly combed over and parted.
Parvati: I don’t know who this guy is, but he is pretty cute…
Oddmin: Hello…thank you! Thank you!
Jerry Heisenberg: Introducing first…
Oddmin pauses on the ramp after hearing Heisenberg make the announcement.
Oddmin: Introducing first? There are more?
Reid: What is he talking about?
Heisenberg: From Centerville, Iowa. He is 225lbs…RON ODDMIN!!
Oddmin continues his trek to the ring.
Oddmin: What does my weight have to do with anything?
Parvati: See, there’s a real man. Weight shouldn’t have to do with anything.
Reid: What’s your deal? You don’t have much of a problem with your weight.
Oddmin climbs the corner steps to get into the ring, playing to the crowd and waving. The crowd gives him a very mild ovation, just interested enough to see what he will do. Oddmin’s music stops.
Oddmin: Hey everyone! Thanks for being here! I have to say that it is GREAT to be right here, in New York!
The crowd pops at the sound of their home town, or state, being announced. But it is rather short lived, because Ron has more to say.
Oddmin: Ahh yes. The Big Apple. You know, that reminds me of an apple joke. What do you get when you mix an apple with some shellfish? (Oddmin pauses, as if the crowd as a whole will answer) A crabapple!
Oddmin laughs and stomps his foot on the ring mat. The crowd didn’t like the joke, however. They begin to boo. Oddmin looks confused at the chorus raining upon him.
Parvati: Jeez…that wasn’t that bad a joke, but come on…
Reid: That was the lamest thing I’ve heard all night, since I was told caviar was being cut from our lunches here.
Oddmin: Come on, people. If an apple a day would keep the doctor away, I’d be in the ICU right now!
This does nothing more to win the crowd over. Garbage is beginning to be thrown into the ring.
Oddmin: Hey now…garbage doesn’t belong in this ring. There’s a great big garbage can outside called New York City!
Parvati: Preach it!
Oddmin is angry now, but not as upset as the crowd. Even Heisenberg and the referee thought that joke was in bad taste.
Oddmin: And another thing, if New York was as great as-
Oddmin is cut off by the music of Emily Browning’s ‘Sweet Dreams’. The arena goes dark and a spotlight shines down onto the stage. Immediately emerging from the curtain is another unfamiliar face, wearing a zipped-up hoody.
Reid: And here comes his opponent. Another new signing here.
Parvati: So what’s his name?
Reid: Oddly enough, it doesn’t say here on my program. I hope Heisenberg knows his name.
Oddmin: Excuse me…this is my stage time, fella. Wait your turn, okay?
Heisenberg: And his opponent, weighing in at-
Heisenberg is interrupted by the fact that the new face has torn his sweatshirt off and was making a dash for the ring. The spotlight can’t follow him, so all the lights come back on, the theme music stops, and Heisenberg quickly vacates the ring. The opponent slides easily into the ring under the bottom rope.
Oddmin: What? Opponent-
In one swooping motion, the new threat stands up from his ring entrance and clotheslines Oddmin violently to the mat. His mic drops from his hand. The opponent mounts Oddmin’s prone body and begins wailing on his head with closed fists. After about 5 seconds of this, the referee pulls him off of Oddmin to give him a chance.
Reid: Whoa! Oddmin really got taken advantage there by his opponent.
Parvati: I hope he can pull himself together here. He looked weaker than a G-String on Rosie O’Donnel.
Reid: Oh, are you going into the joke business now?
Instead, the opponent pulls Oddmin up to a kneeling position, and hooks his head under his arm, wrenching him backwards. Oddmin flails his arms wildly about, screaming for it to end.
Parvati: What was that? Are you kidding me?
Reid: Newcomer, Ron Oddmin, seems to be done as soon as he started. Whats the time on that match?
Parvati: One minute and 6 seconds. That guy really sucked. Get him outta here!
The referee calls for the bell.
Heisenberg: The winner of this match is DATHYN!
Dathyn finally releases Oddmin from the maneuver, letting him slump back to the mat. The referee moves to raise Dathyn’s hand in victory, however, he didn’t expect it. As Dathyn’s theme music hits, he dodges away from the referee’s move, and kicks him in the gut, dropping him with a devastating DDT. Dathyn doesn’t get back up from the mat. He just stays sitting there, looking at the damage that he has caused.
Reid: That name, Dathyn, sounds familiar to me…I cant quite place it, but I think he is no new-comer to this industry.
Parvati: Well, I was going to say that he did this crowd a favor by cutting that bad comic down. But then he took out the ref. He is really a live-wire. I should be keeping my eyes on this one.