>>16691553When the smoke fails to subside, you jump into the crossfire, slipping through the ropes of the wrestling ring and stepping into the field of smoke. Your concern is high, if you lose, you won't be able to forgive yourself, to have come all this far, to just lose AGAIN.
It's almost like a big fuck you to the face.
"L-Luchy! Are you there?" you wave the smoke away, coughing somewhat. You try to squint to see better, but the smoke impairs your vision no matter how you look at it.
And then.
Right then and there.
When you think that all is lost and you're on the losing edge.
A shadow emerges from the smoke.
And from that smoke, emerges a hero.
Luchy walks out of the smoke cloud with Hawk Hogan's fainted body held up high above his head. The crowd falls deathly silent, and that silence is prolonged even further when he slams the shiny hawk onto his knee, followed up by a quick, yet powerful slam onto the ground.Too strained to do anything else, Luchy falls atop Hawk's body.
