The 720 Corkscrew Double Hoof Stomp
Colt Caballo stood on his hind hooves, perched on the top turnbuckle in the corner of the four-sided ring. The crowd roared with approval and stamped their hooves on the stadium floor. CC raised his fore hooves to his to his sides and spread his wings, forming a T with his body, then raised his left hoof high over his head and spun it 360 degrees a few times. This livened the crowd to a fever pitch. Colt's signature move, the 720 Corkscrew Double Hoof Stomp, affectionately coined the Mule Kick Krunch, was about to be displayed. CC eyed his opponent in the center of the ring, his arch rival, Bronco Buster.
Bronco Buster was a much bigger stallion and had gotten the last two wins in their current series, one with the Bucking Buster and one win via disqualification from Bronco's stable manager, the son of the president of the PWN, Toby Ano. Ano had introduced a steel folding chair which Bronco had tried to use, but Colt had wrestled it from his hooves. Colt connected with a chair shot just as the referee zebra had turned his attention from Toby Anno back to the match. Colt was immediately DQed.
The masked Colt began to flap his wings and prepare for launch when an all too familiar voice brayed on the stadium's loudspeakers. "Hold it, hold it! Colt, you know as well as I do that the MK² has been deemed too dangerous by the Board of Directors." The crowd booed. A concession's cup went flying. Toby used his unicorn magic to stop it from hitting him. "Have that fan ejected!" He demanded to the PWN security. "Colt, if you use that move, you will be suspended!" Colt stared at Toby Ano, then at Bronco Buster, still sprawled in the center of the ring, then he surveyed the audience. He pointed at Bronco. Raucous cheers and whistling. Colt pointed at the entry ramp and towards Toby Ano. Immediate boos. He pointed back and forth between the two, cheers and boos playing back and forth until he pointed long and hard at Bronco. A deafening cheer. Suspension be damned, Colt would go out a winner.
Colt flapped his wings and leaped from the turnbuckle, throwing his body weight forward, prompting a front flip. He then turned his left shoulder into the spin, adding momentum and the corkscrew portion of the technique. His execution was flawless. He continued to spiral and then he was on his second flip. He finally came down in a crouch with all his weight on his hind hooves only to have Bronco Buster's own hoof catch him under the chin. Toby's distraction had given Bronco enough time to gather his wits and play possum. Colt staggered backwards, stunned and nearly concussed. Bronco, big earth pony that he was, sprung up and ran to the ropes behind him. He propelled himself forward, delivering a big forehoof lariat to his opponent. He covered Colt in a pin...
The referee started the count. 1...2...A kick out by Colt Caballo! The crowd roared. Bronco was arguing with the referee. He was livid at the two count. He turned to Colt, who was still out on his hooves. Bronco began to pick Colt up, but Colt punched Bronco in the gut. Once, twice, three times. Colt got on his hind hooves and tried a follow up kick to the gut, which Bronco blocked. Colt bounced on one hoof momentarily, then jumped and brought his other leg up and connected with Bronco's head. A loud smack could be heard through out the arena and both ponies fell in a heap. The crowd was on their hooves. The already twenty minute long match had to be coming to an end soon, and it was any pony's to win.
Both ponies eventually stirred and got back on their hooves. Bronco was the first to go on the offensive. He swung a haymaker. Colt blocked it and returned a punch of his own. Bronco tried again but was met with a similar result. Bronco shoved Colt off of him into the ropes. He swung a third haymaker and hit nothing but air as Colt ducked under it and ran to the opposite side of the ring. He bounced of the ropes, gathering speed. Bronco tried a back hoof blow but Colt ducked under that, as well, rebounding off the ropes a second time. Bronco finally tried his big hoof boot but it failed to connect as Colt rolled under him. Coming out of the roll, Colt jumped to the middle rope, hind hooves first, and spring boarded off of them with his back towards a dizzy Bronco Buster.
Colt cut a back flip as he saulted backwards and wrapped his hind hooves around Bronco's thick neck. He landed in a push ups position, hind hooves still around Bronco's neck, and pushed up off the ground. Now horizontal and in midair, Colt flapped his wings once, tucked his body forward, and flew like a dart between Bronco's legs, bringing Bronco's head and upper body with him. Bronco was rolled up, his shoulders were on the mat with Colt holding on to his hind hooves for leverage. The referee shot down to the mat. 1...2...3!!!
The crowd erupted louder than it had done that entire night. Colt's ring music began as he quickly rolled out of the ring and put his back against the barricade around the ring, into the hooves of his adoring fans. A rainbow haired pegasus was squealing like a little filly and was patting him on his shoulder while the pink haired pegasus next to her was jumping and screaming at the top of her lungs. The camera pony leaned in on the celebration taking place, and the two ponies saw they were on TV with their favorite wrestling star. The pink haired one suddenly shied away and tried to hide behind Colt, the the rainbow maned pegasus would have none of it. She pulled her friend close and with a big grin on her face let out a big series of whoops.
"Cut the music! Cut the darn music! Colt! That victory doesn't count! Its going to be stricken from the record!" Colt's music faded and the crowd's ire increased. Colt had a look of confusion on his face, as did the his two pegasus fans. Colt straightened up and began to walk towards the entree way. "You used the MK²! You know what that means? Huh? You know what that means, Colt Caballo? YOU'RE SUSPENDED!" Debris flew. Plastic bottles, balled up napkins, popcorn, the works. Toby Ano couldn't repel all the trash with his horn this time; holding the microphone held top priority. Colt made it up to where Toby Ano was standing. His smug look soon turned to anger as Colt ripped the microphone out of the air in front of him.
"Well, if I'm getting suspended anyway, why not make it for..." He turned to the audience, mic in hoof. "...assaulting the general manager of The Brand?" The audience roared again. Colt shoved Toby down. He dropped the mic and began to walk towards a crawling Toby Ano. Before he could lay a hoof on the GM of The Brand, Bronco delivered a wicked chair shot to Colt's back. He yelled in agony. Bronco lifted the chair and brought it down again and again. Colt had curled into a ball at this point, trying to cover himself up but to no avail. After about half a dozen hits from the steel chair, Bronco threw it down and helped Toby Ano up. They left the entry way, booed out of the arena. By this time several officials had come out to attend to Colt Caballo. They helped him up and to the locker room as The Brand went off the air. Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy left the arena downtrodden; their favorite wrestler had been suspended and beaten to no end. Were Bronco Buster and Toby Ano going to get away with this? How long was Colt Caballo going to be suspended?
FIND OUT NEXT TIME ON PONY WRESTLING NATION!!!
