The SuperBeast Chronicles 8

Saturday had came. The Izuna Sportsplex was crowded. More crowded than usual. Fans flooded into the arena and waited for the show to start. Mike and Cammy had ringside seats.

Mike: These are not bad seats, Cam.

Cammy: Jeff really outdid himself.

Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the Izuna Sportsplex for action from the stars of Izuna Championship Wrestling!

The crowd roars, in anticipation of seeing high flying bone crunching action.

Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our very special guests joining us this evening, Mike "SuperBeast" Stoselmo and his lovely wife, Cammy!

Mike stands up and waves to the crowd, while Cammy smiles for the camera.

The first match goes underway. The crowd watches in awe as high flyers Skip McCracken and Ivan Awesome went at it. Skip McCracken had won by pinfall, and the second match had started. Tag team war was waged by Dennis Bourne and JLT who faced Sheik Bahar and Mondo Nakemura, much to the delight of the crowd. However, Bahar and Nakemura had used their typical dirty tactics to gain the victory and chorus of boos directed at them.

Mike: They got one hell of a show so far.

Cammy: I'll say. They're going nuts out there.

As the second match concluded, Zangief's theme filled the arena, followed by more boos. Zangief walked out onto the stage with a microphone.

Zangief: I salute my foreign brothers Sheik Bahar and Mondo Nakemura for wiping the mat with such American filth!

The crowd boos vigorously. Zangief holds up the title belt, raising it in the air and laughing.

Zangief: You people are just mad because Russia is number one! Let's see who we have in this crowd! Look at you! You have borscht for brains! I've dated bears prettier than you, woman! I -- Well, look at we have here.

Zangief zeroes in on Mike and Cammy.

Zangief: Well, it's Mike Stoselmo and his lovely wife, and I use that term loosely. She has a face that could stop time!

Mike rises from his chair. Zangief gets in his face.

Zangief: I bet that makes you mad, you American pig.

Mike: Zangief, shut your stinkin' hole! I heard what you said last show. I'm not going to give you the satisfaction. I'm retired from the ring.

Zangief: What a coincidence. You knew that I would come, and yet you retire. You are as yellow as a banana!

Mike: Say whatever you want, I'm not going to fight you.

Zangief: There you go folks! He admitted it! He's afraid of me!

Mike: I never said that.

Zangief: What did you say? Say it nice and loud so the whole world can hear you, and you are spineless!

Mike: I --

Zangief: Go on! Show that you have no heart! No courage to face The Red Cyclone! Maybe I should challenge your wife, she's more of a man than you! Certainly look like one! I mean --

Cammy stands up and goes to slap Zangief. Mike catches her hand. Mike grabs a microphone.

Mike: You've said more than enough. Not only that, you've crossed a border very few come back from. You wanna prove your better? You want to prove that I'm a coward? I'll give you the chance. So my answer to your challenge...YES!

The crowd roars wildly.

Mike: And...if YOU got any guts, put the ICW title on the line!

Zangief: Very well. You and I fight two weeks from now! At the pay per view, War Zone!

Mike: One other condition. Not only you put the title up for grabs, you risk your career here in America. I win, you go back to Russia eating chicken liver or whatever the hell it is you eat and having sex with bears.

The crowd laughs. Zangief turns red in the face with anger.

Mike: What do you say, you big red bitch?

Zangief: You're on, comrade.

They shake hands. Zangief turns around and cheap shots Mike in the face. He hits the ground on one knee as the crowd jeers. Zangief walks off, laughing.

Cammy: You asshole! Mike, are you okay, honey?

Mike: Yeah...I'll get his ass back.

Later on in the night, the main event was Zangief Vs. El Fuerte for the ICW Championship. The match had went on for ten minutes, with Zangief dominating most of the match. Their match had spilled to the outside when Zangief clotheslined El Fuerte to the outside. Mike, wanting revenge for the suckerpunch, sparks an idea.

Cammy: Mike, what are you doing?

Mike: Paying him back!

Mike hops over the railing, with a steel chair in hand. Mike gets behind El Fuerte who had his back turned to him, and whacks him in the back of the head with the chair. The ref sees this and decides El Fuerte is the winner by way of disqualification. Zangief is furious that Mike interfered in the match and made him lose. Mike grabs a microphone and gets in the ring.

Mike: Zangief, I got an idea. Why wait until two weeks from now? Why wait for War Zone? GET YOUR PUNKASS IN THIS RING!

Mike rips his shirt off and stands ready. Zangief takes a step onto the ring apron, but backs off. He walks near the ramp. Not taking no for an answer, Mike runs off the ropes and dives over the top rope with a cross body block. Zangief catches him and drops to the floor. Mike mounts him and begins throwing wild punches. The entire locker room comes out and seperates the two as the crowd goes crazy and chanting Mike's name. Zangief finally goes back up the entrance ramp and disappears. Mike hopes over the railing and begins to leave the arena, letting Zangief and the crowd know that he is ready for action.