Ogrelords: Rage in a Cage (Tadashi,Dante,Dust,Gall,Marshal)

Fans gather in anticipation for the Championship match tonight. A sense of wonder fills the air. Whether or not they were rooting for the Ogrelords, the fans were excited to see the Wrestlers on the show tonight. Dante and Wormmon head towards the back to get ready for their big fight. "Oh man, I can't wait, Dante! I'm going to open an entire case of whoop ass!" Dante and Wormmon enter the room. They recognize their friends Dust and Luna. "Hey guys! I didn't know you were wrestling tonight." "If Dust's on our team, those Ogrelords are in for a rude awakening." "Is that a Wrestling reference, Dante? Cuz I can totally do that too. And I plan on doing it a lot tonight!" Dante sets down his bags. "I know we're both amped up, little buddy. But we still have to take this fight serious. Wrestling is all about work rate, and properly executing moves and holds. We must conduct ourselves like professional athletes. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go paint my face."

Dante heads to the bathroom to paint his face. Wormmon goes up to Hackmon. "Hey, I don't remember seeing you before. What's your name?" Before Hackmon can speak, Wormmon cuts him off. "It doesn't matter what your name is!" Wormmon laughs at his reference. "So Dust, what do you have in store for the match? I'm gonna make two Ogrelords tap out at the same time with my new super awesome submission move, the Interrogator!" Wormmon flexes and poses with his little bug legs. "And if they wanna fight dirty, well nobody fights dirtier than the Worm King! Dante and I are the dirty duo, the Nightmare Express! When the pain train's comin', you best get off the tracks!" Wormmon was acting even more cocky than usual. Something about Wrestling just brought out a new side of him. Like his craziness was dialed up to eleven.

MasterTyrannomon nodded in approval as his ringers filtered into the smoky room of shady deals. Sure, it was becoming clear that he had gotten way more than he had bargained for, but he didn't mind. You get a few extra guys funnel into a match, that's just interference. You get a lot of extra guys funneling into a match? That right there's a main event! He folded his arms, drumming his foot expectantly as he waited to see who would show up. There was a big, tough guy who acted like he owned the place. There was a guy packing an entire posse all on his own. There was a big, tough guy who acted like he owned the place, while also packing an entire posse of his own. There was the manager, small and clever. And that seemed to be all of them.

Wait, no it wasn't. In the blink of an eye some buff, posing guy appeared in front of him. The sudden teleportation lead to MasterTyrannomon accidentally swallowing his cigar, eyes bulging as he smashed himself in the back to try and spit it out. At least the group wouldn't have to worry about smoking hazards anymore!

Once the cigar was dislodged and he regained his composure, MasterTyrannomon turned to the group of five. Which was actually more like a group of twelve. Yeah, depending on how many chose to interfere, this could be one stacked battle. "Glad to see you've all made it, gentlemen," the dinosaur said, his voice as old and as gravelly as an abandoned road. "Show's on in 5, so I'd get to know each other while you've got the chance. We all know why we're here, so I'm not gonna waste time tiptoeing around it all again. Beat the brutes, bag the belts, bring in the bucks, and beat it." He took a moment to chuckle at his alliteration. Right on the fly. That's what made him earn that Master in his name, back during his in-ring days.

"Once you're all done shaking hands and saying names, it's gonna be time for the fun part. Get over to gorilla position-" MasterTyrannomon indicated the ring entrance space, a Gorillamon helpfully standing at the spot. "And let him know what kind of music and pyro you want. From there it's all on your poses and charisma to sell the folks outside on why they're gonna cheer for you. Knock 'em dead out there, ya hear? 'Cause if you don't, those ogres are, and not in the way we're hoping for.

Oh, and since this one's a trios match, one of you guys is gonna have a bit of a different role," MasterTyrannomon added, smirking a little. "Pick among yourselves who's gonna be the guy under the ring. You won't walk in with the others, but you'll get to pick the biggest, heaviest object you can imagine hitting a guy with and sneaking it to the ring with you. If things get a little hairy, it's up to you to break out and start tearing the place apart. It's the best part of the business.

Well, that's all ya need to know. Showtime, folks!" And with that, MasterTyrannomon turned back to his papers. The ring announcer's voice crackled through his speakers, indicating that it was almost time for the five ringers to get into position. He eagerly awaited this chance to see what these rookies were made of.

Wormmon is surprised to see so many Digimon turn up for the fight. 5 on 3, yeah maybe. But they practically had a small battalion of Digimon backstage. Wormmon looks around the room at all the ringers brought in to finally teach those Ogrelords a lesson. "Well, I hope there's enough Ogre butt kicking to go around." Dante walks out with his face painted red black and white. "What the? I knew you wanted to stick it to the champions, but this is a straight up hit job." "We can't all fight. Normally I'd go for the giant weapon, but we have even crazier plans in mind." Not that hiding under the ring wouldn't be fun, but Wormmon has to make a grand entrance. Dante walks over and hands Gorillamon a flash drive containing the video and audio for his and Wormmon's entrance.

Dante recognizes a few faces, but some of them he hasn't met before. He knew Dust and Luna from their misadventures together. And Dante had met Marshal while out on a mission. There were a lot of Digimon that looked tough. The Ogrelords wouldn't know what hit them. But just how brutal and vicious were the champs? To plow through the roster, using dirty tactics to win when pure brutality wasn't enough. This was going to be a fight where one side wouldn't walk away after. But could this group form a cohesive unit and work together to take down the champs?

"You're the manager, yeah?" MasterTyrannomon asked, a rhetorical question at best. He was MasterTyrannomon, damnit! He ran this joint! And that meant he knew everything! "That means you gotta be in these guys' corner. You gotta give 'em advice. You get in their opponents' faces if they start getting cheaty. And if it's getting ugly out there, you slip your boys a steel chair when the ref's not looking to even out the odds. Heck, if push comes to shoves, you take out the damn ref! If he doesn't see anything, it's like it never happened, and that's doubly so if he's been given a solid KO punch first. We clear?"

There wasn't much time left to talk protocol, anyway. A voice, or rather a trio of voices constantly talking over each other, echoed through the speakers, declaring "This match is an elimination trios match, and is for the Jurassic Deathmatch World Trios Championship. If a combatant has been pinned, KO'd, or submitted, they will be removed from the match. The last team to remain standing shall be your new champions! And now, introducing your challenge-"

"We'll take it from here, Deltamon!" a cocky voice declared, uproarious laughter filling the speakers. A cascade of boos tried to drown out the uproar, but their laughs were simply too mighty to be ignored. "You're not here to see some chumps get taken down for the three count. You're here to see your longest-reigning trios champs bring some rage to this cage!" The monitor in MasterTyrannomon's office, once showing a panning shot of the ring, was now displaying Ogremon and his brothers, Fugamon and Hyogamon, standing shoulder to shoulder. Ogremon carelessly tossed the mic to his brothers, who scrambled over who got to speak next.

"Making our way to the ring-"

"From wherever the hell we want-"

"The Ogrelords!"

The music that kicked in could barely be called music. It sounded like somebody was having a bare knuckle boxing match with a drum set, while a bunch of guitars shrieked and took bets over who would win. This was the genre known only as Ogrecore.

Usually the champions were introduced after the challengers, but it was clear the Ogrelords had no interest in sharing the spotlight with their mystery fighters. A bunch of Goblimon scurried out, rolling out a literal red carpet as the Ogrelords started tromping down the ring. Ogremon took the lead, spreading his arms wide to greet his "adoring" "fans." This meant he was showered in garbage, but he simply laughed and flung it right back at them. Next up was Fugamon, doing an angry war stomp and roaring at anyone who leaned over the barricade to protest. Finally came Hyogamon, cooly draping his club over his shoulder and shooing away their fawning Goblimon followers. They smashed open the door to the cage surrounding the ring, then hopped over the ropes to head to the ring's center.

Then the three ogres unleashed their signature pose to an even louder eruption of boos, which only served to amuse the ogres more. After a brief pulsing of muscles at the audience, they went to three of the ring's four corners and reclined, waiting for their opponents.

Sitting at a nearby table, Jurassic Deathmatch's announcers gave their evaluation of the situation.

"Well, Cyclomon, the Ogrelords seem awfully confident today. You ever see them looking so lax?"

"Can you even blame them, Triceramon? They've held the trios belts, undisputed, for half a year. They've taken out the best Jurassic Deathmatch has had to throw at them. And we're supposed to believe a bunch of nobodies can just come in and give them trouble?

I'll give 'em five minutes from bell to bell."