The bell sounds as Holo simply cracks his neck in anticipation of the bout beginning. Noodle leans into his corner and smiles at the larger man across from him. Not getting the reaction he thought he was going to get he simply slaps his shoulders in an attempt to hype himself up. Holo is the first to act as he goes for a lock up but Nick Noodle sucks under and struts right past Holo. Make let’s out a small growl as Noodle simply smiles.
Moss: Looks like Nick Noodle is trying to get in the head of Holo Make.
Howley: Not sure if that’s the smartest thing he can do, but it might be the ONLY thing he could do.
Holo once again goes for a tie up but Noodle once again ducks under, rather than strut away, he foolishly spins Holo around and fires off a chop to the chest.
Crowd: WOOOOO!
Noodle’s eyes go wide as he fires off another chop.
Crowd: WHOOOO!
Then a third one.
Crowd: WHOOOO!
As Noodle reaches back for a fourth Holo slaps Noodle square in the chest.
Moss: Whoooo-oops!
Howley: Shouldn’t have woken the big man up. His chest might be caved in after that blow.
Moss: The chops from Noodle didn’t seem to do anything to Holo!
Howley: They seemed to be more of a nuisance than anything.
The echo of hand to skin echoed throughout the studio. Leaving the fans in awe as Noodle fell to the mat faster than you could blink.
Moss: That just shows you the power of Holo Make. If he decides to lay you out….
Howley: There’s nothing you can do about it.
Holo grabs Noodle by the hair and lifts him to his feet. He raises a hand to his mouth to hush the crowd.
Moss: This doesn’t look good for Noodle.
Howley: It doesn’t and I’m sure his legs are about to be the same as his namesake.
With the power of a million suns, Holo smacks the chest of Noodle and firmly plants him to the mat. If this were a cartoon the imprint of Noodle would’ve been left in its wake. Holo raises both arms and roars mightily. Nearly decimated Noodle slowly comes to. First rolling over to his belly, then on all fours. He sucurries across the mat slowly, but is stopped when he runs into the boots of Holo Make.
Howley: Wrong way you Idiot!
Moss: Pretty sure the tears in his eyes from the multiple concussive blows aren’t helping him.
Howley: Probably not.
Noodle sits up on his knees and begs and pleads for Holo to stop. Sensing a moment of weakness Noodle goes for the most devious trick in the book, a low blow.
Moss: A direct violation of the rules.
Howley: It’s only a broken rule if it connects…
Moss: Which it didnt.
Holo manages to pin his knees together stopping the blow and grabs Noodle by the top of his head and effortlessly lifts him to his feet. Noodle is trying like hell to talk his way out of it, but Holo simply raises a finger to his lips to quiet the man down.
Moss: This isn’t going to be good.
BAM!
Howley: Ouch-Ville population Nick Noodle.
Holo levels Noodle with a massive headbutt. Noodle is starfished in the middle of the ring. Holo drags the limp body towards the corner and takes up a post in the opposite side, watching.
Howley: If Noodle we’re smart he’d fall out of the ring and call it a day.
Moss: Well we both know that’s what he SHOULD do, but that’s not what he’s going to do.
Noodle slowly pulls himself up using the turnbuckle. He leans on them facing the crowd, not knowing what’s behind him. As he turns around the last thing he sees is a near seven footer running full speed at him. If he had time he’d do the sign of the cross, but he didn’t.
Howley (Doing the sign of the cross): The Father, The Son and the…
Moss: Aina I Ka Pono!!
Holo simply hooks a leg and waits for the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Robbins: The winner of this match Via Pinfall… HOLO MAKE!!