The thud echoed throughout the universe. The planet was full of screaming, cheering, adoring fans. But none of their crys reached the two in the ring, on the sun. Beelzebub stood triumphant over the man he had just suplexed into submission. He raised his hand high above. People gasping, as they all knew what was to come. A meteor from seemingly no where descended, crashing down on Johnny two phones. His defeat was all but assured. The man with the buzz cut and jean shorts never stood a chance. He'd of let down all those who followed, who supported him. Beelzebub placed his foot on the man's chest. The count starting. one..two.. suddenly the man jerked alive, betting everything on one last move. One desperate attempt, hoping the advantage of catching the opponent off guard was enough. He'd tangle their legs together, dragging Beelzebub to the ground as they both squirmed on the floor. Johnny managed to nail his leg lock in, the people shouting "Bad Reception!!" Beelzebub struggled, desperately reaching for the ropes. But his hand could not reach. It could however, reach the mat. His hand slammed against the ring over and over, surrendering to the new Galatic Champion. Johnny stood over the universe now. Looking back at all his past struggles. He had finally done it.
Four years later. The interest in wrestling has died down. It simply isn't as popular as it once was. In a attempt to gain more interest, the Bossman put a target on Johnny's head. Hoping to gain more strugglers, thus gaining a wider audience. The stage is lit with hundreds of lights, the crowds are screaming and cheering as two no-one wrestlers tried to make a name for themselves. Meanwhile, in the back room. The Savior marched through rooms. Bored as he had no opponent. Generally, he'd find someone in the back room he didn't like the look of. Insult their mother, and the two took it to the ring. With his horrible win record of zero, no one took him at all serious. He sighed a bit. Heading into the break room for a doughnut.
Four years later. The interest in wrestling has died down. It simply isn't as popular as it once was. In a attempt to gain more interest, the Bossman put a target on Johnny's head. Hoping to gain more strugglers, thus gaining a wider audience. The stage is lit with hundreds of lights, the crowds are screaming and cheering as two no-one wrestlers tried to make a name for themselves. Meanwhile, in the back room. The Savior marched through rooms. Bored as he had no opponent. Generally, he'd find someone in the back room he didn't like the look of. Insult their mother, and the two took it to the ring. With his horrible win record of zero, no one took him at all serious. He sighed a bit. Heading into the break room for a doughnut.
