Paragon Fantasy Wrestling Part 1: Clarion vs. Ricky Bolero

Paragon Fantasy Wrestling ArenaWhen I first thought about starting a blog, I wanted to make sure it reflected my interests.  I also wanted to use my interests as inspiration for new writing projects.  The following pro wrestling story is the first in what I hope will be a regular series.  The wrestling promotion and wrestlers featured within it are completely from my imagination.  Nothing in this story is meant to resemble any real-world wrestling companies or personalities; if they do, these similarities are purely coincidental.  Paragon Fantasy Wrestling is an idea that has been close to my heart for quite some time now.  I hope you like it.  If you would like to see more, please let me know.

First, a little background information to get us started.  Paragon Fantasy Wrestling is a small independent professional wrestling promotion based in Peoria, Illinois.  It has been operating for only five years, but it has already garnered some impressive reviews from fans and has been one of the featured promotions in the “indies”  column in Pro Wrestling Illustrated.  Its signature style is a hybrid of traditional Southern “athletic” wrestling and the entertainment-focused style of its more monolithic and world-famous neighbor, WWE.  This unique mixture has made for some interesting wrestling shows for Paragon’s fans.

Paragon Wrestling’s most notable competitor at the moment is a man simply known as Clarion.  According to the company’s programs and website, as well as various interviews he has given in the past, he believes himself to be a Greek god.  A strong man with a mighty right-hand knockout punch and surprising agility for someone of his considerable size and build, Clarion has fought his way to the top of the rankings and won the Paragon Elite Championship, the promotion’s highest honor.  He has held the title for the past four months, fighting off competition from both within Paragon and from other wrestling promotions around the country.  He appears to be virtually unstoppable.  Tonight, he is fighting the number one contender to his title, Ricky Bolero.

Ricky Bolero is a self-proclaimed “urban cowboy” from Peoria’s lower east side.  He is frequently seen at the city’s major social events, and, having endeared himself to children and adults alike, he is generally regarded as a likable fellow.  He is the fans’ favorite.  Normally filling a comedic role during most Paragon shows, Bolero has become a more serious competitor as of late, partly due to recent injuries taking out some of the more prominent wrestlers and partly because he is tired of being perceived of as a joke among the wrestling community.  With the fans’ ardent support, he has been on a fiery winning streak and recently won a battle royal to earn a shot against Clarion.  On the last episode of the local Paragon Fantasy Wrestling TV show, Bolero bellowed to all that would listen, “I appreciate all the support the fans have given me.  Now, it’s time to knock this so-called ‘god’ off his pedestal.  Let’s do it to it!  Awoooo, baby!”  All that is now left to determine is whether or not Ricky really can unseat Clarion and earn the title.  So, we begin.

 

Thursday, October 12-9:30 P.M.

It is exactly 9:30 P.M. on a somewhat chilly Thursday night at the Paragon Fantasy Wrestling Arena in downtown Peoria.  The crowd’s mood has risen and fallen as the heroes and villains of the promotion have exchanged wins all night long.  At the moment, they are  in good spirits, and they cannot wait for the main event to start.  The ring announcer, Johnny Mouthpiece, emerges from the curtains from the back of the arena and makes his way into the ring.  Holding his microphone very close to his mouth, his deep bass voice shouts to the crowd, “It is now time for our…MAIN EVENT!  Are you ready?”  The crowd responds with an emphatic “Yesssss!”

Jonny’s voice vibrates as he addresses the crowd.  “All righty then!  This contest, set for one fall with a one-hour time limit, is for the Paragon Fantasy Wrestling Elite Championship!”  The crowd erupts with applause and whoops.  “Rhinestone Cowboy” starts playing over the arena’s public address system.  “Introducing first, the challenger.  From the lower east side, weighing in at 256 pounds, the “Urban Cowboy,” Ricky Boooooolero!”  The crowd starts chanting in a steady rhythm, “Ricky! Ricky!” as the hero they have pinned their hopes on for tonight emerges from behind the curtain wearing a white Stetson cowboy hat, a black vest with the words “Let’s Get Wild” printed on the back, understated black trunks, and black old-school wrestling boots.  Bolero has a determined look on his face, as if to say, “I am going to make good on my word.  No fooling around tonight.”  He climbs through the ropes and ascends to the top turnbuckle of the northeast corner, takes off his hat, and waves to the crowd.  He works his way clockwise around the ring to the other three turnbuckle corners, greeting his fans at each.  He gets down from the final corner and turns toward the entrance way in anticipation of his opponent’s arrival.

“And his opponent, from the Hall of the Gods, weighing in at 262 pounds, he is the Paragon Wrestling Elite Champion, Clarion!”  The crowd boos the champion’s name as he steps through the curtain, resplendent in a silver silk tunic with gold trim, an ivy leaf crown, gold trunks, and red wrestling boots.  He boldly walks down the center aisle, ignoring fans’ outstretched hands and the derisive signs in the crowd with images of him in which his head is replaced by a toilet, accompanied by some very colorful phrases  – none of them flattering.  Clarion’s eyes remain fixated on only one person, Bolero in the middle of the ring.  He has been following this challenger’s progress for weeks, and he now realizes that there is no other recourse but for him to decisively beat Bolero tonight.  He has a rough plan in mind for how to handle this situation, but he will still need to fend off his opponent’s attacks until it is the right time to strike.

Once both opponents are in the ring, the referee takes the championship belt from Clarion and holds it up for everyone in attendance to see, just in case anyone doesn’t realize the title is on the line (of course, the importance of the match is universally recognized, but traditions like this are still carried out for the sake of formality).  The title is given to the timekeeper for safekeeping, the bell is rung, and the match begins in earnest.  Clarion gets in some early offense, landing several punches to Bolero’s midsection.  Bolero responds in kind with some blows of his own.  The champion goes for a simple armdrag takedown by grabbing Bolero’s arm and flipping him in a full circle, but the “Urban Cowboy” manages a catlike landing on his feet and hits a dropkick on Clarion’s chest, knocking him down to the ground.  Bolero goes for a quick cover, but the champ kicks out before the ref can even count to one.

Both wrestlers return to neutral stances, staring holes into each other’s heads from across the ring.  They approach each other slowly, locking hands in a test of strength in the middle of the ring.  Clarion looks to have the advantage due to his more developed musculature, but the crowd rallies behind Bolero who shifts the momentum and breaks the lock by turning the hold into an Irish whip and sends the champ into the ropes.  Clarion bounces back off the ropes and into Bolero’s waiting arms.  The challenger lifts his opponent into a fireman’s carry over his head and slams him hard onto the canvas.  He attempts another cover and gets past one before the kickout.  The crowd remains transfixed on the ring; they know it is still early in the match and that the champion is still fairly resilient at this stage of the game.

Clarion gets his chance for some offense by lifting Bolero up for a modified inverted neckbreaker.  The gentle arc of the champion’s cradle sends Bolero’s head crashing to the mat, causing some viewers to turn their heads away from the ring in fear.  Clarion scrambles to turn Bolero over for a cover; he gets a two-count for his efforts.  Undaunted, the champ backs up to the ropes.  While the challenger is trying to recover his balance, Clarion charges, with a wild clothesline targeting Bolero’s neck.  Bolero hits the mat hard on his back.  Clarion covers him again but only gets another two count.  Frustrated that he is only getting twos, the champ tries kicking the “Cowboy” in the head as he gets up from the canvas, but Bolero suddenly ducks the kick, grabs Clarion’s legs, and rolls him into a collegiate-style “schoolboy package” pinning combination.  This wrestling “ball” is maintained for only a two-count before Clarion kicks out, but the crowd erupts with excitement at the prospect of their hero having come so close to putting Clarion away.

The momentum shifts back and forth for the next ten minutes with every side of the ring seeing a little bit of action.  The fight periodically spills outside of the ring as a result of a suplex or whip from both opponents, and the crowd becomes more excited each time the grapplers get close to where they are sitting.  The action is fast and frenzied without any sign of the match ending.  Soon, however, Bolero begins chaining moves together effectively, slowly wearing down Clarion’s stamina.  The champion appears to be weakening; one big, impactful move from Bolero could spell the end for Clarion, a thought which is greatly appealing to the crowd.   

Bolero starts clapping in a steady rhythm, a signal for his fans to clap along with him.  Together, they start generating a loud, thundering noise which seems to fill the entire arena.  The challenger uses this great momentum to lift Clarion high over his head for everyone to see, in preperation for the patented, earth-shattering Super Stampede powerslam.  Just as he has the champ over his head upside-down and primed for the decisive move, however, another person, dressed in a gold tunic similar to Clarion’s but with green trimming, appears and starts down the entrance ramp toward the ring.  This unknown figure scrambles onto the outside ring ledge, and begins shouting loudly, “This match must stop!  Cease this contest immediately!”  The crowd begins booing  and the referee crosses the ring to him with an order to get away from the ring.  This is the planned distraction Clarion has been waiting for!  Still positioned over Bolero’s head and in front of the entire crowd, Clarion deftly slips brass knuckles, which have been well hidden in a secret pocket, out of his trunks and onto his right hand.  With a powerful knockout blow, he hits the challenger squarely in the head, knocking him out.  With the crowd roaring, they both fall to the canvas.   Clarion lands squarely on his feet, and just as fast as he slipped the brass knuckles on, he has them off and back into the secret pocket in his trunks.  Having sent the intruder to the back and oblivious to the illegal weapon which has just been employed, the referee turns his attention back to the match.  

With gusto, Clarion convincingly covers the already unconscious Bolero.  The ref starts counting, “One…two…three!”  and the crowd loudly protests the obvious miscarriage of justice which has just occurred.  Clarion, having successfully retained his belt, celebrates as only a “man-god” can, hoisting the title up, strutting about the ring, and giving mighty whoops of elation as if he had won the state lottery.  Bolero is still unconscious in the middle of the ring.  A team of paramedics bring a strectcher to the ring and work to lift Bolero onto it and back behind the curtain  – all to the anger and dismay of his fans.  Clarion takes the time to afflict mocking bows on the crowd as he taunts them saying, “Thank you!  Thank you for all of your rightful praise!”  He then leaves the ring and makes his way backstage.  He turns and makes one final bow to no one in particular before leaving through the curtains to a chorus of boos. 

 

Thus concludes the first episode of “Paragon Fantasy Wrestling.”  Clarion is still the Paragon Elite champion after a very exciting and chaotic match, but some big questions were raised as a result of what happened.  Will he be able to keep the title in the weeks to come?  Will Ricky Bolero seek revenge and a rematch?  Who else will rise up to the “Challenge of the Gods?”  Who is the mysterious gold and green-clad figure who helped Clarion to win his fraudulant victory?  Stay tuned for more!

I have plenty of other ideas and characters for future installments of Paragon Fantasy Wrestling.  If you are interested in seeing them, let me know in the comments.  If you have any ideas for characters you would like to see in this new world, please leave a message with the character’s ring name, hometown, and finishing maneuver (you can also give a brief description of his or her appearance if you wish).  Thank you for reading, and I hope to see you soon for more Paragon Fantasy Wrestling stories!

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