Wrestling Arena

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[Liquid steps into a room and is deafened by screams.]

[Pyrotechnics launch to either side. 80s arena rock blares, competing with the shouts of the fans that fill the stadium.]

[The announcer's voice booms through the speakers as Liquid strides down the isle in tights painted with flames. He revels in the shouts like a born showman.]

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! GET READY FOR

Theeeee Anglo Adonis, the Liverpool Lothario, the Tea-Sipping Terror! The pile of might from the Isle of Wight! Manchester's premier manchest!

[He vaults into the ring with a flip, landing perfectly with arms upraised, drinking in the hatred like the light of the sun]

LIQUIIIIIIID SNAAAAAAAAKE!

[Liquid grabs a microphone from a ref and shoves him away.]

[He paces the ring, scowling and sneering]

I see the scum of the world is out in force tonight!

[He is rewarded with a chorus of boo and shouts of outrage.]

How kind of you to crawl out of your gutters to pay tribute to your superior!

[His accent is exaggerated, because British people are terrible and you hate them so much.]

[He gives a dramatic toss to his luxurious mane of hair.]

Surely that must be why you're here.

[Then sweeps out his arms and shouts]

I DON'T SEE ANY MEN HERE TO GIVE ME A FIGHT!

[BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!]

[Liquid waits for it to die down to the perfect hush, in order to wring the maximum drama from the moment.]

Is that all? Is it too much to hope that these pathetic colonies provide one challenger!?

((It is time to throw your hat to the mat and wrestle down. There's room for all varieties of heroes and scumbags; wrestlers, managers, commentators, the buxom ladies in spandex who hang around to no immediate purpose. The only law is terrible, terrible nicknames.))

((I apologize to every British person. Ever.))

Comments

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

What's that? An old man hiding in the corner?

[DRAMATIC POINT]

Hobble back to the home, grandfather.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[The box shuffles a bit, and Snake peers out of one of the handle holes, looking at Liquid. Suddenly, their fight on Metal Gear Rex seemed to make a lot more sense.

Standing up, Snake threw off the box, the python slithering up to him.]

Grandfather, huh... [He didn't appreciate being called that.]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[As dramatic entries go, it isn't the best, but it'll do.]

So you've finally come out of hiding!

[sneers] Why don't you surrender and save yourself a broken hip.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Looks around, the ambiance of shouting from the crowd is a little distracting.]

Hn?

[Looks at Liquid.] Sorry, I didn't catch that.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[you want him to yell louder?]

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Smirks just as Liquid starts to yell. He hoists up the Python, before suddenly chucking it at the blond man, then running at him to fight.]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[NO ONE EXPECTS A SNAKE IN THE FACE]

[Liquid struggles with it just long enough to go down under Snake's charge to a roar of cheering from the crowd]

[He throws his weight to flip him over]

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Grunts, landing on his back and hissing somewhat, but he kicks his legs up, attempting to get some distance between himself and Liquid.]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[Liquid springs to his feet] Hissing, old man? If you spend so much time with reptiles, you should be excellent at crawling!

[He runs and bounces from rope to rope until he gets the momentum for a clothesline]

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Grunts, wincing a bit in pain-- Liquid likes talking, that's his thing. Snake can't stand it during a battle... At least not when it's this guy's voice. He watches what Liquid's up to, eyes widening somewhat, and he prepares for the clothesline, aiming to move into a roll to dodge, then follow-up with a choke-hold.]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[Liquid: a talker in all things]

[He swings over Snake's head, throwing himself off balance as the crowd roars]

Ngh!

[He grabs ineffectually at Snake's arm]

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Tightens his grip on Liquid's neck, squeezing him somewhat, before he pins him on the ground and sits on his back, letting out a light chuckle... But the python is coming back and somehow that startles Snake enough to loosen his hold on Liquid.]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[Liquid will NOT BE DEFEATED BY OLD MAN ARSE]

[The crowd hollers as he kicks Snake away and leaps to his feet]

[sneers] Afraid of your own serpent?! I'm what you should fear!

[He climbs up the post and prepares to unleash his signature move: the REX STOMP.]

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[ Grunts painfully and lands on his back, staring up at Liquid. The Python slithers about the stage irritably, not enjoying being thrown around. ]

Hn...

[ if that man was about to bodyslam him-- Snake prepares to roll if necessary. ]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[At the top of the post, Liquid ROARS]

[and dives at his prey]

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Quickly rolls out of the way, narrowly dodging the Manchester Manchest.]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[That exquisite chest crashes straight onto the mat]

[The ring is made to reduce impact so that big, showy moves have less risk of serious injury. Still, Liquid has the breath knocked out of him and is momentarily stunned.]

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Lies there a moment, before rolling again, once again pinning Liquid down. He places his right forearm around Liquid's throat, then applies pressure to his lower back with his other arm.]

Ngh!

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[Liquid does not go down that easily]

[At the moment when it appears he's done for, he shakes off the stupor, grabs Snake's forearm, and ducks to flip him over his head]

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[HSDKFSUDF WASN'T EXPECTING--]

Pl-arhgff..! [Right on his back. Snake coughs harshly, the wind knocked out of him this time.]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[Liquid goes for the pin]

[The referee counts out]

ONE...TWO...!