A STICKY SITUATION
The words stop Youngblood’s music as soon as it’s started, replacing it with a chorus of boos as a man steps out into the stage with a microphone in his hand.
Tyler Adrian Best.
Nick Stuart: What the hell is he doing out here?!
Richard Parker: The main event of Tropical Turmoil is about to go face to face!
Dressed in his street clothes, with a mile wide shithead smirk across his face, the Grandson of God slowly makes his way down to the ramp, monologing all the way.
TAB: Brandon Oldguard, PRIME Universal Champion. I can hardly believe my eyes. It feels like just yesterday, when I was tossing your dusty ass over the ropes and eliminating you from the Culture Shock Battle Royal. Anyone remember who won that thing? Anybody? Hello, is this thing on?
Tyler taps on the microphone, sending ear piercing feedback throughout the arena as the crowd absolutely boos him into oblivion. Youngblood is still catching his breath, sitting on his knees holding the Universal Championship in his arms. Tyler slides into the ring, and Brandon Youngblood gets to his feet. Sweat is still pouring down his body. Meanwhile Hayes Hanlon is barely starting to come to across the ring.
TAB: You know, it’s fitting, Brandon. You were always the monolith white knight that charged himself with protecting PRIME from the big, bad Best Family. And now it’s my time. Now it’s my shot. Now it’s you holding onto the Universal Championship, and let me ask you something, bud. Who exactly… is going to protect you, and everyone you care so much about?
Youngblood darts up into TAB’s face. Nose to nose.
TAB: Brandon, on god, no cap, I don’t think you understand how sticky of a situation you’re in.
The camera zooms out to reveal FLAMBERGE and Farthington standing over Youngblood’s shoulders. Youngblood lunges forward, but Farthington, FLAMBERGE, and Best descend on Youngblood like a pack of wolves. FLAMBERGE kicks Youngblood’s knee out, Farthington drives a right hand across his face. TAB drives a foot into Youngblood’s midsection. Farthington peels off, and smashes Hayes Hanlon. Rapid fire kicks to the stomach fire off as FLAMBERGE has Youngblood in a full nelson, sitting on his knees.
Nick Stuart: You still a Farthington fan now, Richard?
Richard Parker: Of course, Nick. They are destroying Youngblood! Look at this! It’s brilliant!
Tyler bounces off the ropes, and comes back, planting a knee across Youngblood’s face. TAB jumps up to his feet, and hugs FLAMBERGE while Youngblood skids halfway across the ring. The Universal Championship lying in the middle of the ring.
Richard Parker: I KNEEEEEEEEED A HEEEEEEEEERO!!!!!
Nick Stuart: What?
Richard Parker: Kid just hit Youngblood with his Dad’s move! Ha!
Farthington drives a few more boots into Hanlon, before spilling the Event Horizon to the arena floor. He walks back towards the two young lads and places his arms firmly around the two young men’s shoulders.
The three look up, and see Nate Colton and Coral Avalon sprinting down out of the back. Colton and Avalon slide into the ring, and the three glue men slide out of the ring, FLAMBERGE kicks a downed Hanlon on the way by, as Colton lunges over the ropes reaching for him. FLAMBERGE grins at Colton and winks. The three glue boys unite on the ramp. Farthington, FLAMBERGE, and TAB. Another big group hug, and smiles all around as they walk to the back.
Nick Stuart: This is a thing.
Richard Parker: Oh yeah, pretty big thing.