Post by George Duke on Aug 9, 2007 19:47:52 GMT -6
The New Alhambra Arena on Swanson holds around fifty warm bodies. It's actually a large turnout for a rainy Thursday night. The New Alhambra used to be one of the most important buildings in the wrestling world. It was a poor man's Madison Square Garden. This run down bingo hall used to be the ECW Arena. It has since been the site of boxing matches and low-budget independent wrestling, as well as the occassional concert. On a weekday, the rent is much lower, so the fifty three person turnout wasn't too much of a dissapointment. No big stars are on the bill, nobody but the toughest neighborhood guys and the loyal fans of old-school brawling. The main event was in question, as Big Bear Murphy's young opponent was hurt on his dayjob. Murphy, a small mountain of a man with 23 years of experience, was promised another opponent - but the secret was withheld until belltime.
With Johnny Winter's version of "Jumpin' Jack Flash" scorching over the speakers, Big Bear Murphy makes his way to the ring. His ultra-hairy body mixes almost seemlessly with the bear belt he wears around his shoulders. His matching raven-black long tights and boots wrap around his thick legs, creating a very ominus image as he stands in the ring.
"From Vineland, New Jersey - weighing in at 338 lbs. - reighning BTW East Coast Champion - Big Bear Murphy!"
Shedding his bearskin, Murphy throws his arms up and nods confidently. He stretches a bit and awaits his opponent. The crowd goes silent, waiting for who it could be. The idea of this mystery opponent has been built up heavily all night, so everyone knows it's somebody special. Familar guitar chords and flute rips through the small building and everyone immediately stands and screams. "Death Rides A Horse" shaking the seats, George Duke appears from behind the curtain, carrying an antique police-issue blackjack. He wastes no time, running to the ring and throwing off his jacket on the way.
The small audience loses their minds - to anyone else in the world, they would see two old, fat men. But these fans know the history between the two, and the carnage they will soon see. Murphy and Dauke have been battling it out for twenty years, spilling more blood and wrecking more arenas than anyone else in immediate memory. For the small group of people who know about this feud - it's the best. People outside of this loop have no idea what they're missing. George has been away in Kansas City, so no one saw it coming. Of course, George has always been allowed to accept independent bookings - it's a special clause in his POW contract. He's not being paid for tonight - George considers it training.
Duke slides into the ring and ducks a big left. He cracks Murphy on the knee with the blackjack and he falls straight to the mat, howling in pain. He cradles his knee as Duke steps back. Murphy starts to climb to his feet and Duke cracks him in the skull with the completely illegal weapon. Murphy spills out of the ring and to the floor. A river of blood pours from his head, tangling in his thick, greying chest hair. The referee takes the blackjack away from Duke, who relinqueshes it after the event staff threatens to have him arrested for even owning it. George grumbles and climbs to the floor and drags Murphy to his feet by his remaining hair. Duke slams a big right into his temple. Murphy staggers sideways and leans on the gaurd rail. Duke grabs a handful of hair again and slams his opponent's head into the rail. Murphy retaliates with a punch to the gut, which knocks the wind out of Duke. He follows up with a few more rights to the body, until George lunges foward and begins biting him! Duke gnaws on his flesh, opening new wounds before shoving him to the floor. Everyone in the building has crowded into one section to watch it up close. Everyone moves around with the action, people walking around the arena, following the action. Duke climbs up onto the apron and leaps off with a diving headbutt. He hits only concrete. Murphy is handed a chair from the first row and slams it across Duke's back. Duke shouts and squirms on the floor. Big Bear is handed a fresh chair and repeats the process. As he is being handed a third, Duke gets to his feet and gives Murphy a chop to the throat before ramming his skull into the ringpost. George takes the three chairs and hurls them into the ring. The crowd responds by throwing every chair they can get their hands on. In a common scene from the former ECW arena, chairs sails into the ring from all directions, until there are no chairs left to throw, and the ring is filled with chairs. A few people throw drinks and trash after they run out of chairs. The referee begins to push some of the chairs out, but the action has returned to the ring, both men slugging it out. Duke regains the upper hand with a knee to the gut and a sloppy piledriver onto a few of the chairs. The referee comes over out of concern for Murphy's massive blood loss, but Duke pushes him away. He continues working on Big Bear with a chair until it is mangled beyond use. Duke scoops his long time rival up and slams him onto a pile of chairs and then steps back. Big Bear is sprawled out ontop of chairs, with more surrounding him. The massive blood loss has become a concern, even for the lustful Philly fans. The referee finally stops the match. A few medical personel load Muphy on a plastic stretcher as sopmeone calls an ambulence. Big Bear looks to be in bad shape, out cold. As they slide him out of the ring, George steps out onto the apron. As both EMT's step onto the floor and begin carrying their man away, Duke leaps off with a splash onto the stretcher. He crushes Murphy and the sudden impact brings both EMT's to the floor as well. Duke gets to his feet and laughs as he heads for the back.
Duke looks in the mirror - he is covered in blood, but none of it is his own. In fact, aside from a small bruise forming on his head, George is completely untouched. This is the way he remebers it - this is the way he likes it. This is the way it will soon be in POW. George smiles as he wipes away the blood and sweat. As George walks home after his 'training session', Big Bear Murphy is going to the hospital. A brilliant day's work.
With Johnny Winter's version of "Jumpin' Jack Flash" scorching over the speakers, Big Bear Murphy makes his way to the ring. His ultra-hairy body mixes almost seemlessly with the bear belt he wears around his shoulders. His matching raven-black long tights and boots wrap around his thick legs, creating a very ominus image as he stands in the ring.
"From Vineland, New Jersey - weighing in at 338 lbs. - reighning BTW East Coast Champion - Big Bear Murphy!"
Shedding his bearskin, Murphy throws his arms up and nods confidently. He stretches a bit and awaits his opponent. The crowd goes silent, waiting for who it could be. The idea of this mystery opponent has been built up heavily all night, so everyone knows it's somebody special. Familar guitar chords and flute rips through the small building and everyone immediately stands and screams. "Death Rides A Horse" shaking the seats, George Duke appears from behind the curtain, carrying an antique police-issue blackjack. He wastes no time, running to the ring and throwing off his jacket on the way.
The small audience loses their minds - to anyone else in the world, they would see two old, fat men. But these fans know the history between the two, and the carnage they will soon see. Murphy and Dauke have been battling it out for twenty years, spilling more blood and wrecking more arenas than anyone else in immediate memory. For the small group of people who know about this feud - it's the best. People outside of this loop have no idea what they're missing. George has been away in Kansas City, so no one saw it coming. Of course, George has always been allowed to accept independent bookings - it's a special clause in his POW contract. He's not being paid for tonight - George considers it training.
Duke slides into the ring and ducks a big left. He cracks Murphy on the knee with the blackjack and he falls straight to the mat, howling in pain. He cradles his knee as Duke steps back. Murphy starts to climb to his feet and Duke cracks him in the skull with the completely illegal weapon. Murphy spills out of the ring and to the floor. A river of blood pours from his head, tangling in his thick, greying chest hair. The referee takes the blackjack away from Duke, who relinqueshes it after the event staff threatens to have him arrested for even owning it. George grumbles and climbs to the floor and drags Murphy to his feet by his remaining hair. Duke slams a big right into his temple. Murphy staggers sideways and leans on the gaurd rail. Duke grabs a handful of hair again and slams his opponent's head into the rail. Murphy retaliates with a punch to the gut, which knocks the wind out of Duke. He follows up with a few more rights to the body, until George lunges foward and begins biting him! Duke gnaws on his flesh, opening new wounds before shoving him to the floor. Everyone in the building has crowded into one section to watch it up close. Everyone moves around with the action, people walking around the arena, following the action. Duke climbs up onto the apron and leaps off with a diving headbutt. He hits only concrete. Murphy is handed a chair from the first row and slams it across Duke's back. Duke shouts and squirms on the floor. Big Bear is handed a fresh chair and repeats the process. As he is being handed a third, Duke gets to his feet and gives Murphy a chop to the throat before ramming his skull into the ringpost. George takes the three chairs and hurls them into the ring. The crowd responds by throwing every chair they can get their hands on. In a common scene from the former ECW arena, chairs sails into the ring from all directions, until there are no chairs left to throw, and the ring is filled with chairs. A few people throw drinks and trash after they run out of chairs. The referee begins to push some of the chairs out, but the action has returned to the ring, both men slugging it out. Duke regains the upper hand with a knee to the gut and a sloppy piledriver onto a few of the chairs. The referee comes over out of concern for Murphy's massive blood loss, but Duke pushes him away. He continues working on Big Bear with a chair until it is mangled beyond use. Duke scoops his long time rival up and slams him onto a pile of chairs and then steps back. Big Bear is sprawled out ontop of chairs, with more surrounding him. The massive blood loss has become a concern, even for the lustful Philly fans. The referee finally stops the match. A few medical personel load Muphy on a plastic stretcher as sopmeone calls an ambulence. Big Bear looks to be in bad shape, out cold. As they slide him out of the ring, George steps out onto the apron. As both EMT's step onto the floor and begin carrying their man away, Duke leaps off with a splash onto the stretcher. He crushes Murphy and the sudden impact brings both EMT's to the floor as well. Duke gets to his feet and laughs as he heads for the back.
Duke looks in the mirror - he is covered in blood, but none of it is his own. In fact, aside from a small bruise forming on his head, George is completely untouched. This is the way he remebers it - this is the way he likes it. This is the way it will soon be in POW. George smiles as he wipes away the blood and sweat. As George walks home after his 'training session', Big Bear Murphy is going to the hospital. A brilliant day's work.
