David Davidson vs Alexander Guerrero - Tables

[David Davidson]

The crowd is noisy, busy discussing the events of the night amongst themselves while some take the chance to grab some snacks from the vendors, ready for the start of the mid-card matches. The loser of the previous submission match finally limps backstage, past the ramp and into the much needed paramedic's arms.

Foxx: What an exciting match we just saw, Jamei W. Hunnigan and Joey Lexus, throwing down submission style! Nothing's more exciting, especially in close ones like that, I couldn't tell you who would win a minute from the finish. I hope this is as good.

Harry: Yeah, that loser looked beat up as hell! And who we got in this here match, let's see... Alexander Guerrero and... David Davidson? Who's this chump?

Foxx: Oh him, he's that gamer.

Harry: Gamer? Like craps and poker? Blackjack?

Foxx: No video games.

Harry: Oh. You know I used to be a gun at Pac-man and Dig Dug and Tetris when I was tripping.

Foxx: Oookaaay. Well the match is about to start, this aughta be good.

The crowd goes quiet as Andrew Porter raises the microphone to his lips and begins to speak.

Porter: The following is a tables match...

This was a triumph,
I'm making a note here, huge success,
It's hard to overstate my satisfaction...

The song 'Still Alive' from the end credits of Portal rings throughout the arena as the unexpected soft guitar plays. As it plays, TNS's newest superstar strolls out to the top of the ramp, pushing a shopping cart full of weapons, grinning from ear to ear.

Porter: Introducing first, from New York, New York...

Apeture Science,
We do what we must, because we can,
For the good of all of us except the ones who are dead...

Carefully guiding the heavy cart down the left side of the ramp, he slaps the hands of all the fans, pausing briefly to check out a bored kid with a Nintendo DS. Smiling, he keeps moving along happily, his surprisingly large biceps bulging through the plain black shirt.

Porter: Weighing in at 223 pounds...

But there's no sense crying over every mistake,
You just keep on trying till you run out of cake,
And the science gets done and you make a neat gun for the people who are still alive...

Davidson stops at the side of the ring and slaps the mat from the outside excitedly, clearly overjoyed to be chasing his dream. He slides into the ring and pushes himself up before flexing in preparation.

Porter: He is Da-

David Davidson hushes him and waves for the music to stop, as his grin widens slightly.

Harry: What the hell is this boy doing?

Standing in the middle of the ring, except for a small beam of light centered on the young man, he raises his hand up, and a microphone lowers from the ceiling into his hand.

Foxx: Oh god...

DD: DAVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID DAV-ID-SOOOOOON!!!

The crowd instanteously yell in appreciation for the lad's candour, emulating the wrestling hero Mr. Kennedy. He climbs to the turnbuckle and breathes in deeply.

DD: DAV-ID-SOOOOOON...

He jumps down and stretches some more, ready for the fight while the commentators and Porter look on in bewilderment...

[mikeavar]

Bat Country by Avenged Sevenfold booms into the arena, interupting Davidson.

'HE who makes a beast out of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man

Caught here in a fiery blaze, won't lose my will to stay.
I tried to drive all through the night,
the heat stroke ridden weather, the barren empty sights.
No oasis here to see, the sand is singing deathless words to me.'

A Latin born man and his girlfriend come out to the stage. They're wearing matching blue jeans and black leather jackets. Black sunglasses and black fingerless gloves. They smile at the crowd and continue down the ramp. They kiss as they enter the ring.

With a microphone in hand, the man walks up to his opponent of the evening.

" Mr. David-frickin-Davidson. Tonight you will not be facing Alexander Guerrero. You see, Guerrero is DEAD! And from the fallen ashes rises Alex Sinclair, Your Worst Nightmare!"

Chris grabs the microphone from Alex's hand.

"Yeah. And don't think you'll still be able to defeat him either. His moves are new, his style is new, and his attitude is new. You don't know a thing about him."

She pauses for a moment and bites her lip.

"Also, sweetie"

She says looking at Alex

"I've got something to ask you."

"What Chris?"

"Alexander Jullius Sinclair. Will You Marry Me?"

The crowd goes silent at these words. Everyone watching looks around in confusion and waits for Alex's response.

"Wow. Nice time for this.....Yes. Yes, I will marry you Christina Jewl Williams"

The two kiss passionatly until Davidson decides to interupt.

"Oh get a room you losers! Are we going to have a match or not?"

The two stop kissing and Alex turns to Davidson.

"Let's begin"

The bell rings to signal the start of the match. Chris leaves the ring and Davidson instantly starts attacking Alex. He corners his opponent in a corner.

Alex escapes David's onslaught by slamming his fist in his opponents face. He then spears Davidson to the ground.

As he climbs the turnbuckle, David comes running at him.

[David Davidson]

David Davidson runs forward, brimming with unexpected confidence and enthusiasm as Alex Sinclair tries to stop himself falling off the top turnbuckle in shock, and makes the mistake of leaning forward slightly. Double D jumps and yells.

DD: SHORYUKEN!

Taking a leaf out of Ryu's book, the leetest superstar of all leaps upward with his right arm extended to the sky with an uppercut into the jaw before spinning and land gracefully in a fighting stance ala Street Fighter, the adults in the crowd roaring in acknowledgment of the reference while Sinclair stumbles spins and lands in the ring on his back from the momentum.

Foxx: Shoryuken? Oh god, first he puts off getting interviewed to play Halo 3, now he wrestles with Street Fighter moves?

Harry: Halo 3, Street Fighter, Shoryuken, you been drinking woman? How the hell you do you know these things?

Foxx: I wasn't always a wrestling commentator, I was young too you know.

As cool as the move from Davidson seemed, and as well received as it was with the crowd, it still didn't do much damage to Alex Sinclair, who soon pushes himself off the ground and looks at Davidson straight in the eyes menacingly. David Davidson is unaffected by this however and bounces back and forth in his Street Fighter stance, waiting for Sinclair to make a move. Which he does, very violently and unexpectedly by Davidson, nearly taking his head off with a vicious clothesline to the "Eater of Worlds", who was at this point just the Eater of Forearm. Stunned by his first real hit in pro wrestling David seems speechless for a second whilst Sinclair stands over him smiling. Davidson looks up at Sinclair as a grin forms on his face that just keeps growing. Sinclair shakes his head in disbelief and kicks him viciously and repeatedly in the ribs, causing the "Slayer of Gods" to, while still in pain, laugh in appreciation and determination. He's having fun. He's getting the crap kicked out of him, but he is having fun.

Harry: What the hell is wrong with this boy, every kick is makin' him happier!

Foxx: I- I don't believe it, but... I think he's having fun.

Harry: Having fun? HE'S GETTING THE **** KICKED OUT OF HIM YOU BLIND WOMAN?!?

Foxx: That's why I don't believe it myself, but look at him, he's grinning from ear to ear!

Harry: You know on the streets we call that CRAZY!

Sinclair reaches down and grabs Double D by the hair and drags him to his feet. Davidson continues smiling and gives him a mischievous wink, his grin growing bigger. Sinclair slaps him in the face angrily, and David stumbles back, rubbing his cheek. Stepping forward, Sinclair slaps him again, and strangely, Davidson begins to shake. Sinclair chuckles, believing he's got the upper hand now. He reaches back and swings, knocking Davidson in the jaw with a haymaker, but he no sells, shrugging it off and looking up at Sinclair with wide eyes. He points up at the taller man and yells.

DD: YOU!

Again the crowd goes wild for his homage to Hulk Hogan as Sinclair looks at him dumbstruck. Davidson slaps Sinclair across the face, and before he can strike back, he slaps him again, bringing a look of rage onto his face, followed by a third slap, stunning him. Emulating The Rock, he brings his arm back and raises it in the air, eliciting a huge crowd response as he follows up with a fourth huge open hand strike, knocking Sinclair to the ground in surprise.

Harry: Hogan, then Rock, who next? Stone Cold?

Foxx: Ha, I wouldn't be surprised at one bit. He may be getting the crowd working and doing fine in the ring emulating his idols, but he won't get huge unless he finds his own style soon.

Harry: Yeah, he's got plenty of charisma, what he needs to do is to be himself.

With Sinclair on the ground in front of him, Davidson takes a short run up and boots him in the ribs, causing him to roll over, clutching his chest on his back. The "Eater of Worlds" runs to the ropes and uses them to slingshot him forward with momentum, allowing him to roll forward with speed and jump up, flip and land back first on Alex Sinclair, executing a shaky Rolling Thunder. Double D slides out under the bottom rope and raises his arms in confidence, the crowd cheering for the young man while he picks up the table next to him. He throws it into the ring where Sinclair is starting to rise, still rubbing his ribcage while Davidson slides back in, with just enough time to sprint toward Sinclair and plant his face into the mat with a Bulldog. Davidson breathes a sigh of relief and grabs the table, setting it up in the middle of the ring before grabbing Sinclair by the arm and yanking him upward to lead him toward the table.

Foxx: Well at least he didn't do the old Rob Van Dam thumbs taunt before that well done Rolling Thunder...

Harry: And that Bulldog wasn't too shabby either. Kid's not bad for a rookie debutante.

Foxx: It looks like it's dazed him well, Sinclair doesn't seem to be resisting the boy's will too much.

Harry: Well he better come to his senses quick or it could be over.

Davidson smacks Sinclair in the jaw for a little extra time and guides him onto the table...