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[REMATCH] From Russia With Rage Pt. 2: Super Macho Man vs. Soda Popinski!

It was only last week that Super Macho Man suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Soda Popinski! Talk about a nuclear reaction--he's been training harder than ever and has declared a rematch against the Russian rumbler! Popinski's riding high on the adoration of the crowd, but you know Macho's not going to quit until he wins it all back! Tune in at 9:30PM EST for the explosive rematch between the Blue Crush and the Red Cyclone! (Hey, are we allowed to say "Red Cyclone?" Is that trademarked?)

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Ranking: World Circuit #1 ♦ World Circuit #3
Record: 35-2 (29 KO) ♦ 35-2 (25 KO)
Height: 6'4" ♦ 6'6"
Weight: 242 lbs ♦ 237 lbs
Age: "27" ♦ 35
From: Hollywood, California, United States ♦ Moscow, Russia


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*rummaging around in Popinski's locker before the bout, switching out some of the bottles in his soda case*

(Heh heh...dude won't even know what hit him! This'll teach him for drinkin' during the fight...if he's gonna cheat, I'm just gonna cheat back! Phew, lugging around all this regular, non-nuclear Fanta's a drag...)

*hears a door slam and, spooked, runs back over to his locker and hides about four or five of Popinski's bottles in there*

Aw man, I guess the fight's gonna start any minute...well, that'll give him a kick! Heh heh...*grins as he throws a towel around his neck, locks his locker and walks out to the ring* This is gonna be great!
[Retcon: it's Red Bull now, just trust me on this one]
*exits the showers, billowing cloud of steam shuffling out from behind him like dry ice at a cheesy party, he's already donning his signature blood red speedoes, and is exceptionally shiny tonight*

Ahh good i am refreshed and ready for fighting my victory number two!!! ha ha ha

*opens his locker to retrieve his gloves and swings them over his shoulder, taking one last look at his mustache' in his locker's mirror he grabs his 6-pack of glowing drink... but oddly it isn't glowing. Soda doesn't notice like his internal narrative does, though, and he exits the locker room and out onto the stage*


*Super Macho Man struts into the ring, showing off his tanned body (a little lighter than usual, since he hasn't shown his face in public much lately) and bulging muscles* Yeah, baby! Whooo! Back in the ring, chumps! Eat that!

*shows off a little bit, trying to tune out the vague sound of booing in the crowds, and knocks his gloves together* Hmph...c'mon, Soda, let's do this! *puts his dukes up and gets into his fighting stance*
*On the other side of the ring there is a deep monotone laughter* ha ha ha *Soda appears with the crowd roaring around him as he makes his way onto the ring. He chucks his many cases of glowing drink onto the fighting arena, including the 6 pack of fake drinks [without knowing!]*

so now it is time to prove your cheeseburning ways only destroy the boxers body!

*He punches his fists together, and cracks his neck.*

*grin* (Heh heh...oh man, I can't WAIT! This is gonna be sweet, sweet, fridge-chilled revenge...)

Yeah, well, I cut down on the food and drinks, dude...but you're gonna get the PUNCH! *starts out with a hard right hook* I'm gonna wipe that stupid mustache right off your face!
Cut down??? what about those snickers ha ha ha

*He readies a block but expected it from the left, the right hook hits him square in the jaw* G-GUH! *He staggers back only for a brief second to spin around and retaliate low*

ha ha ha!!!
Snickers?!! *turns red* Listen man, I dumped most of those ou--UGH! *takes it in the stomach and stumbles back a little*

*shakes his head and tries to keep himself together* (C'mon, you can't let him do this to you, dude! Don't get mad, get even!) *eschews the trash talk as he focuses, letting out a flurry of jabs*
*Watches the fuming Super Macho Man try and aim straight, he blocks the first two jabs easily. The third, not so much.*


*His large frame juts back, shakes the ring, Soda laughs to himself and takes a step back*

I am feeling a bit thirsty my friend!

*He starts to drink the fake!Glowing Drink - and isn't disturbed! He gleefully downs the beverage in a fell swoop.* Ahh! yes exactly what I - I... I... i...

*There is a deep squeaming billowing noise, one unlike Soda has ever felt or heard, and it was coming from inside him! A hot red flushes his face and his heartbeat increases.* (T-t-this has not happened b-before... w-w-what the...) *His eyes, now bloodshot and intense. Soda see's better, percieves better, feels stronger!!!*

HAHAHAHA! Now, SUPER MACHO MAN! YOU WILL FEEL THE WRATH THAT COMES FROM THE COLD ICY HEAVENS, feel, deeply, for Marzanna will coup her loses and reclaim her frozen throne!

*He punches, almost leaps, the attacks fast and strong - maybe this drink was a bad idea after all...*
!!! Wh-whoa!! *tries to messily put up a defense and block Soda's attacks, but is caught off guard and is knocked around easily* Ooof! Oof, dude!

*wobbles back a little, catching himself on the ropes* (Ugh, what the hell! He's supposed to be...doing something that isn't this! That was just regular Red Bull, I picked it up at the 7-11 like fifteen minutes ago!)

*growls and gets back to his feet* Well, looks like I just gotta ride it out...come on, hit me with your best shot!
Now, now Sub-Macho Man, you can't ride this out! I am NOT like one of your SILLY AMERICAN SURFING WAVES! Ha ha ha!!!
*a variation of his usual launching attack, instead of alternating hooks are now single-sided powerful blows*

ha, HA, HA!

*blocked, blocked, BLOCKED?!* (G-Guh... this is impossible. Why would he hold off!? I WANT A FIGHT!) *Throws yet another flurry of swings, almost hap-hazardly*

*his vision start to blur...*
*grins as he watches Soda start to wobble and throw his punches haphazardly* (Well, well, how about that? Looks like my plan didn't backfire after all...awesome!)

*takes advantage of Soda's disorientation and steps in to deal a tightly controlled, but powerful, left-right-left combo* (This is tempting, but I can't wail on him just yet...not until I know he's not gonna get back up!)
*A bare-miss, whap, whap, WHAM!* (Nngngh!) *Macho Man's controlled punches hit the spot, Soda's stomach now filled with a tainted liquid isn't holding him up as he's used to it*

*his vision blurs more...*

ha ha ha you are shinier than used to macho man maybe it's time i stop holding myself back!

*He shakes his head, his mind back to it's usual muddle. His attacks steady and he aims right a slow but powerful right hook for Super Macho Man's face!*
*stares intently, focusing as hard as he can* (Come on, dude, don't mess this up! You're SUPER MACHO MAN... You didn't get to the top of the World Circuit for nothing!)

*watches Soda as he launches his heavy hook, then steps forward and hooks his fist hard into Soda's face, hitting him out of his attack and sending him spinning!*

*the large frame spins round and round, so are the stars! Soda hits the mat like a bag of sand*

1... 2... 3...

(g-give me... s-strength!) *he reaches... somehow into a secret compartment in his speedoes, and pulls out a drink... a legitimally GLOWING drink!* (mmm... yes... YES!)

4... 5... *He kicks the mat, and almost the Ref, sending the rest of his body standing up straight. Soda laughs to himself a hoarsy laugh and readies once again*

ha ha ha no more cheap tricks macho man i can smell you!!!

*He flashes red, a series of powerful right-and-left jabs aimed right at Super Macho Man's gut!*
*Super Macho Man's so happy about his awesome maneuver, he almost doesn't mind getting clocked in the stomach, especially since the three minute round is starting to wind down. He steps back and takes it easy, recovering right as the round ends.*


*flops down in his chair in his corner, beaming and grabbing a bottle of water* Oh man, oh man...*turns back, leaning with his arm over the ropes, and waves out to the Super Macho Man contingent, who are starting to get their morale back* Yeah, you see that out there, dudes and dudettes? Soak it in, babes! *airfist* I'm not done yet!

*glares over at Soda Pop, grinning* (Heh heh...he's still got five more of those fakes to go through, too!)
*King Hippo has been witnessing the fight from the loading area in back, the only place he can be comfortably seated. But now he approaches ringside, to speak with Super Macho Man.*

Omp Gomp. Gom Bromont. Urgromponomt!

*He stares at Macho Man questioningly. He pauses, and realizes he forgot to bring his interpreter. The hastily scrawled note he gives Macho reads as follows:*

"Sez victor from fladder of Oppoponax. BE Aggregarious."

*He looks at the packed crowds, hoping his interpreter is nearby.*
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