Ultimate Online Wrestling Season 2 Ch-3 - Part 2: Friday Night Clash 10!

Once again the live feed returned from a commercial break for the final time. Rose Johnston stood in the ring ready to announce the main event of the evening. The Detroit crowd was charged up after watching another thrilling showdown between Jeremiah and Valora. The anticipation for the main event between the Franchise Champion Huckleberry and the hometown fan favorite Sato was immense.

Rose Johnston: The following match is a non-title exhibition and it is set for one fall! Hailing from Dublin, Georgia, and the Appalachian Mountains! The FRANCHISE CHAMPION! HUCKLEBERRY!

“Hillbilly Deluxe” by Brooks and Dun began to play as Huckleberry popped out from behind the curtain with the Franchise Title belt around his waist while doing a southern jig dance as usual. The Egyptian Orb mounted to the title belt gleamed magnificently as the stage lights shined down on it. Huckleberry made his way down the aisle being booed by the Detroit fans, but the little hillbilly ignored most of the gibberish coming out of their moth holes and focused on the task at hand.

Chris Rodgers: Well it doesn’t look like Huckleberry is any more popular here in Detroit than he was in New York.

Scott Slade: I’m sure the feeling is mutual on his end as well. We’re a bunch of silly intellectual yanks with no hospitality in his mind.

Chris Rodgers: Hah! Well, that may be true.

Once inside the ring, Referee Bob Sigro and attempted to have a few words with the hillbilly, but Huckleberry grabbed hold of his arms and started forcing him to do a weird southern dance with him in the ring. The fans booed even louder until his music was cut and “Something to Believe in” by Off Spring started to play on the sound system. The Detroit fans exploded into a roar as the Asian-American walked out onto the stage sporting a dark red vest under his traditional black martial arts athletic gear. Ares Metaxas walked out behind the fighter wearing the same dark red vest and a menacing smile on his face looking somewhat inebriated.

Rose Johnston: His opponent! A man who needs no introduction in this great city! Born and raised in the Motor City! One Half of the current Ultimate Wrestling Tag Team Champions! The most dangerous man in wrestling today! Takuma! SATO!!!

Chris Rodgers: Oh man! Not this Ares guy again. Sato is a great fighter, but he’s got weird taste in friends.

Scott Slade: To be fair we don’t know a whole lot about him. Also, what’s with the matching red vests?

Chris Rodgers: Maybe their B.F.F matching vests? Maybe they joined a gang? Who honestly cares? All I know is wouldn’t catch me dead wearing one.

Sigro handed the Franchise Title belt over to Rose Johnston and then signaled to the bell keeper to ring the bell once Sato was in the ring. Huckleberry immediately started to chastise Takuma, pretending to do karate by swinging his arms wildly, and screaming like a martial artist would in a bad Kung-Fu film. Takuma squinted his eyes at him unamused by his ridiculous antics and mockery of his fighting background.

Scott Slade: Takuma was not a happy camper after watching that pathetic low budget production Huckleberry and his cousins made in order make a mockery of Takuma Sato’s heritage and his life outside of wrestling.

Chris Rodgers: I saw it myself and I have a feeling this could get ugly…

Huckleberry carelessly moved in and attempted to attack Sato with a flamboyant jumping side kick which Sato easily blocked. The martial artist returned fire with a spinning back heel kick that connected sharply on the right side of Huckleberry's head knocking him straight stupid as he stumbled toward the ropes due to the impact. The fans roared with excitement as Huckleberry shook off the cobwebs and turned back around to face a Takuma who dancing around back and forth smiling.

Scott Slade: Sato looks eager to teach Huckleberry a lesson here.

Chris Rodgers: I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of that. Christ all mighty did you hear that kick connect?

Huckleberry went back on the attack with a clothesline attempt that ended with him being on the receiving end up a snap kick directly to the chin. The blow knocked Huckleberry back against the corner turnbuckle which allowed Sato to back up and come flying at him with flying dragon kick from a running start. Huckleberry dove out of the way at the last second and caused Sato to land in the turnbuckle awkwardly and get tangled up in the ropes.

Chris Rodgers: Oooh! Huge error from Sato! This is just the opportunity Huckleberry needed to get something started in this match!

Scott Slade: It’s tough to fight an opponent who can cut off your attack in a split second and counter like lightning. Luckily for the rest of the roster, we’ve seen that when Sato goes on the offensive he seems to make mistakes like this one from time to time.

Chris Rodgers: You’re right Scott. We talked about this earlier. It’s like you’re almost better off letting Sato come at you, rather than you trying to instigate and dictate the match.

With Sato hung upside down stuck in the corner, Huckleberry seized the opportunity and rushed in connecting with a tree of a woe splash attack. Sato felt the air leave his lungs as he collapsed onto the wrestling mat feeling the pain of the splash as it radiated through his chest cavity. Huckleberry stomped on his opponent like crazy before dropping to the mat and locking Sato into a cross-face chicken-wing hold. Huckleberry screamed like a crazy hillbilly making all kinds of strange animal sounds while Takuma struggled and fought the hold he had on him.

Scott Slade: The Franchise Champion has Sato in a Cross Face! Sato looks in a world of hurt! Incredible stuff!

Chris Rodgers: The southerner came ready to fight tonight! We got our-selves are real bout here in Detroit!

The fans booed Huckleberry as the little Appalachian worked tirelessly to get the martial artist to tap out and forfeit the match. When referee Bob Sigro moved in to see if Sato was close to tapping out, Ares Metaxas took that opportunity to help his friend by grabbing Huckleberry by his ankles. He used all of his strength to pull the little hillbilly out of the ring and onto the floor in an aggressive manner. Sigro instantly got up off the mat and began screaming at Metaxas on the outside who pretended he had nothing to do with Huckleberry finding himself on the floor. Sato rolled around on the ring mat for a few seconds in pain before getting up on his feet and adjusting his neck.

Chris Rodgers: Ares is making his presence felt in this match already.

Scott Slade: Sigro needs to toss his ass out of here. Otherwise were not going to get a fair match

Chris Rodgers: Looks like he’s getting off with a warning for now. Sato is back on his feet and looks as if he’s recovered somewhat.

Huckleberry got back on his feet and tried to enter the ring, but Sato rushed in and met him with a baseball slide that connected and sent the Franchise Champion hard into the steel guard railing. The fans roared again and began chanting “Fuckel-berry” forcing the M.O.X censors to bleep out their chant every time much to the annoyance of the viewership watching on their computers and televisions. Sato rolled out of the ring and onto the floor and then moved in on Huckleberry who was on his hands and knees trying to pick himself up off the floor. As he was struggling the fans in the front row dumped popcorn and beer on him much to his frustration. Sato grabbed Huckleberry by his dirty blond hair and pulled him up only to have sand thrown in his eyes from Huckleberry.

Scott Slade: What the hell?

Chris Rodgers: That little son of bitch just pulled a bag of sand out of his tights! He’s blinded, Sato!

Scott Slade: Looks like both of these fighters had ill intentions on following the rules.

Huckleberry immediately went on the attack, ignoring Referee Bob Sigro screaming at him, and proceeded to punish Sato with hard closed fist left and rights sending the Detroit faithful into an epic rage fit. Sato stumbled back after taking a beating and was caught by Ares as he feverishly tried to rub the sand out of his eyes. Huckleberry rushed in and hit both men with a dropkick knocking them both onto the floor. With the count close to ten seconds Huckleberry picked Sato up off the floor and tossed him into the ring before sliding in after him. Huckleberry then picked Takuma up by his head and while still holding onto it ran toward the nearest turnbuckle, then ran up it for an epic acid drop. Both wrestlers bounced off the ring mat and landed in the center of the ring. Huckleberry covered Sato immediately and hooked his leg.

Scott Slade: Holy shit! Huckleberry with a cover! ONE! TWO! NO!

Chris Rodgers: Sato kicks out barely in time!

Scott Slade: What a maneuver! Unbelievable! I don’t think we’ve seen that maneuver performed by Huckleberry before!

Huckleberry got up right away and started to argue with Bob Sigro about the count being slow. This allowed Sato to roll over by the ropes to pull himself back up onto his feet. Huckleberry turned back around to find Sato on his feet just in time to be on the receiving end of a devastating superkick to his jaw. The little Appalachian dropped to the mat like a bowling pin as Sato dove over him for the cover.

Chris Rodger: God damn! Sato nearly took Huckleberry’s head off with that kick!

Scott Slade: This could be it! ONE! TWO! THRE…. NOOOO! Huckleberry digging down deep to kick out of that one! What intestinal fortitude! What resilience!

Chris Rodgers: Sato back on his feet, picks up Huckleberry, tosses him into the ropes and cocks back for the heart punch, and NO!!!! Huckleberry with a hurricanrana into a pin!

Scott Slade: ONE! TWO! NO!!! NO!!! Sato kicked out again at last second! Huckleberry can’t believe it!

Both wrestlers got back up at the same time, but Huckleberry was able to attack first and went straight for a kick at Sato’s abdomen. The lightning-quick Sato blocked the kick knocking Huckleberry’s leg away from his torso and quickly struck Huckleberry’s chest, nailing him with Takuma’s notorious iron fist heart punch. Huckleberry fell to the mat and instantly began to convulse and foam at the mouth as the fans cheered and roared.

Scott Slade: HEART PUNCH! HEART PUNCH!

Chris Rodgers: Sato with the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE! It’s over! Takuma Sato has defeated the Franchise Champion!

Scott Slade: You’ve got to feel for this kid! He finally beats the top wrestler in this sport and it’s an exhibition match.

Chris Rodgers: Yes, but this has to put him as the firm number 1 contender behind Valora! This was a huge victory!

The bell sounded as Sigro held Sato’s right arm up in the air declaring him the winner of the match. Ares Metaxas swooped into the ring and went right after Huckleberry stomping on him like a mad man. The fans roared with excitement as Takuma also joined in with Ares until the hillbilly stopped moving. Sato slid out of the ring and grabbed the microphone and the Franchise title belt and threw them in the ring before getting back inside.

Scott Slade: What the hell are these two up to? I know he can be a little bit of a dumb prick sometimes, but Huckleberry doesn’t deserve this!

Chris Rodgers: He won the match, I don’t understand what Takuma is trying to prove here beating on the Huckster like this.

Ares picked up the microphone and began to address the Detroit crowd while they chanted “Fuckel-berry” repeatedly. Ares could feel the anger in the crowd of liberal frustrated blue-collar workers struggling to feed their families with rising food prices and knew instantly that they would enjoy watching Huckleberry be used as a scapegoat for their problems.

Metaxas: A lot of you watching at home may not agree with what we are about to do here tonight! You may think that we are being cruel! That we're extremist! I assure you, the people in this city don’t share your opinion or your empathy! It’s because of people like this dip shit foaming at mouth beneath me here, that we have an orange-faced, filthy racist capitalist pig like Ronald McStrump for a President!

The fans let out a roar and began to chant “fuck him up” once again forcing the M.O.X broadcast team to bleep them out. Ares tossed Sato a pair of brass knuckles and nodded at him before continuing on with his rant. The fans in the arena grew even more restless and began exhibiting more protest like behavior than people in attendance to see a wrestling show.

Scott Slade: This doesn’t look good Chris.

Chris Rodgers: What the hell does Huckleberry have anything do with President McStrump? Is this guy high on drugs? He’s just red blood southern American.

Scott Slade: I think this Ares guy just wants to take his problems out on him and these fans want to see it happen, Chris.

Ares Metaxas: For years these inbred uneducated selfish assholes have allowed themselves to be manipulated by the rich and powerful to their and our own detriment! We’ve had to suffer because of their stupidity! Because Billy Joe Jr. and Billy Joe Sr. are too dumb to do anything else besides die mining coal out of the God damn earth! It’s time we fought back! We are the Rebels of Society! We are the ones willing to fight! Willing to make an example! Willing to do what we have to do to take back this country for the people!

Chris Rodgers: Oh god… someone, please cut his microphone. This guy has no business being on TV! He’s one of the Bleep communist’s trying to ruin America!

Scott Slade: Listen to this crowd, its unnerving Chris. They are fully behind these two! I know things have been difficult since the attack, but this is scary…

Ares threw the microphone into the crowd of Detroiters’ and picked up the semi-conscious Huckleberry off of the mat. Sato finished applying brass knuckles on each of his fists and began to unleash an onslaught of devastating punches to Huckleberry’s face.

Chris Rodgers: These liberal extremist have lost their collective minds! Someone call security! This man’s life is in danger!

Each punch rattled Huckleberry’s skull, breaking both his cheekbones, his right eye socket, and busted his face open in multiple places. Blood poured out from his face drenching the wrestling mat, as the Ultimate Wrestling security team rushed out from the backstage down the ramp with nightsticks in their hands. The fans chanted “R.O.S” as Sato rubbed the Franchise Title in Huckleberry’s face before bailing out of the ring and over the guard railing. The fans patted them on the back and then purposely impeded the pathway for the security team to not be able to follow them up the grandstands.

Chris Rodgers: Look at those cowards run! There is going to be hell to pay for this! Mark my words!

Scott Slade: Here comes the medical team! Fan’s we are completely out of time! Tune in next week when…

The live feed was cut and the program switched the M.O.X local news without warning. Cameras were live on the ground outside of Joe Louis Arena as the fans in the arena filed out screaming anti McStrump chants. Sato and Ares were clearly the leaders and quickly organized the masses around the news vehicles covering the protest on purpose. The world was finally starting to see the anger boiling up inside the American people was starting spillover. A reporter for the local M.O.X news channel walked up to Ares and began shoving a microphone in his face and asking him questions.

Reporter: I Jenny Springfield with M.O.X Local 2 News. Mr. Metaxas, it looks like you’ve incited riot here! What exactly is he hoping to accomplish?

Ares: Riot? You call this a riot? This is a healthy demonstration of Americans exercising their right to protest!

Reporter: What exactly are you protesting?

Sato: The people of Detroit are tired of being screwed! This city never recovered after the great recession! Those who lost their jobs now work three part-time jobs just to get by! Now with rising food costs, they can’t even afford to put food on the table for the families!

Ares: Yeah, mean our fat bleep of a President is stuffing his face with 20$ cheeseburgers! This country needs real leadership! The wealthy in this country need to start paying their fair share! It’s not right what they’ve done to the working class in this country! The tragedy on the west coast has only exacerbated the problem!

Reporter: Well America, You heard it here first! A political protest after a wrestling show with no signs of slowing down at this moment. Sally back to you at the studio.

Detroit D.M.C Hospital

It has been a few hours since Friday Night Clash 10 had gone off the air. Kronin laid in a hospital bed with a neck brace and halo around his head and neck. A look of great concern was on his face as he watched the ANN world news covering a large protest against President McStrump and the wealthy 1% outside of Joe Louis Arena. The Germans wife, Lilly sat next to him holding his hand watching the news program, but she was clearly distracted and more concerned with Kronin's serious spinal injury. His sister Kara was in the hallway discussing Kronin prognosis with Dr. William Drake who was holding an ice pack on his jaw after having been kicked by Rayven during the show and the lead spinal surgeon at Detroit Mercy.

Kara: How bad is it?

Dr. Drake: He’s regained feeling and movement in his arms and hands, but still nothing below the waist. Doctor Freeman here believe with surgery and an extensive rehab program, Kronin could regain the function of his legs and even lead a normal life.

Kara: How much rehab are we talking? How long till he can get back in the ring?

Dr. Freeman: Ms. Reinhardt. Your brother will be a lucky man if he can regain the ability to walk again. At his age, with the sheer brutal violence of your insane sport, if you can even really call it a sport, along with his past soccer injuries, I could never recommend that he ever enter a wrestling ring ever again.

Kara: Will see about that. You Americans are always so damn pessimistic. My brother is stronger than any man I’ve ever known. If he wants to wrestle again then he will wrestle again.

Dr. Drake: Jesus… what the hell is wrong with you people? This man is trying to help your brother to not have to live the rest of his years in a God damn wheelchair! Show him some respect. You all need therapy you know that? Those other two idiots literally incited a protest after the show tonight. I was attacked by one of you for trying to protect an injured athlete! I think you all need to have your heads examined, to be frank.

Kara: You two act as if I’m part of the roster. I’m only involved in this world because I’m his manager! It’s a good thing that I have a great amount of respect for what you’ve done in the world Dr. Drake or my fist would be down your throat right now. Just get my brother the medical attention that he needs and leave the drama out of it.

The Doctors nodded and Kara walked away from them before pulling out her high tech German satellite phone. She dialed a number and then walked over to an area where she could be alone and no one could eavesdrop on her conversation. When her call was answered Kara began speaking in her native German.

Kara: Yes, things are not going well with the mission. My brother was hurt badly tonight. Our original cover story for us being here in America no longer makes sense with Kronin unable to fight. Staying any longer than a couple more months in this country could raise suspicion that we are actually here spying…

German Agent: Perhaps you should be the one fighting in the ring Ms. Reinhardt. If you join the Ultimate Wrestling roster in hopes to avenge your brother’s injury and finish what he started, the American public should buy that story. Then you could continue to feed us good information on what is transpiring in America.

Kara: I will think about it, sir.

Kara close her weird phone before playing into the back pocket. She walked toward her brother's room entered it with a serious look on her face. She sat down on the other side of Kronin’s medical bed and turned her attention to the T.V.

Kara: Boy they really fired up a lot of people tonight, didn’t they?

Kronin: I don’t like this Ares guy… I think he’s leading Takuma down a dark path. They blurred a lot of it out on the news, but it looked like they did quite a number on Huckleberry. That’s not something the Sato we’ve known over the year would do…

Kara: I’ve heard from Valora he’s been going through a lot of crap lately. He’s a young kid and easily influenced.

Kronin: Still… I never thought I’d see that quiet kid insight a protest. He always struck me as the “my actions speak louder than my words” type.

Lilly: Well he sure let Huckleberry have it. That action sure spoke loudly.

Kara: Oh there is going to be hell to pay that’s for sure. Some serious fines are going dealt out by Mudcock that’s for certain.

Lilly: What did the doctors say Kara? I saw you discussing something out there in the hallway.

Kara: Kronin’s going to need surgery, but they think with a lot of rehab work he’ll be as good as new.

Lilly let out a sigh of relief and began to tear up. The emotional strain of having to watch the man she loves be carried out on a stretcher had really worn her out. Kara put on a brave face not wanting to go into too much detail about what the Doctors had told her to Lilly who tended to get extremely emotional.

Kronin: Don’t worry Lilly. You’ll see, everything is going to be alright. I’ll be back in that ring before you know it!

Lily smiled and let out a little laugh.

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