You know, a good underdog story is fun and all but what happens when that underdog becomes champion? Do they retain the aura of sincerity and heroism that made the crowd root for them in the first place? According to Dewey they did but apparently he’d forgotten how to properly convey that again.
His galavanting around about being the great Champ Popular after having won the wrestling match during the Rumble for Ragnarok saw a lot of eye rolling and annoyed sighs from his brothers, especially.
So when Louie finally broke and shouted “ENOUGH!” one day when they were in their room, on one of the few days where he could laze about and do precisely nothing, Dewey was officially called out. Unsurprisingly, he was a little caught off guard too. He didn’t know what he did.
“Enough what? Shoe polish?” Dewey asked, squeezing the bottle of the cleaning product in his hand. He was sitting on Louie’s bed, polishing his championship belt while singing “There Goes My Hero”.
Constantly. On loop. For about an hour.
If Louie was insisting that he was tired of the song, Dewey would have had to press a palm to his forehead to see if he had a fever. Dewey had gotten tired of repetitious songs before but not when they were about how cool he was.
“No,” Louie sat up, pushing Dewey to the side a bit. “Enough going on and on about your wrestling win and Champ POP-ular or whatever the crud. How long ago was that now?”
“Not long enough in the eyes of the champ,” Dewey grinned, pointing at himself. “Because LEGENDS last forever!”
Louie groaned. What a dip.
Huey was sitting at his desk and whirled around in his swivel chair, hands clasped together. He wore an unamused look on his face too. “You know, Louie makes a good point. It had been quite a while. At some point your claim to be the champion is going to look more technical than official.”
“Buh?” Dewey raised a brow.
“Well, sure,” Huey smirked. “I mean, what kind of a champion doesn’t defend his title?”
“HA!” Dewey laughed. “I don’t NEED to defend my title. The belt speaks for itself! You’re both just jealous!”
Louie found himself grinning along with Huey. This was a great opportunity to have a little nerve pressing therapy.
“Don’t need to defend your title?” Louie joined in. “Oh, I see. You won the match and now you’re too a-scared to go at it again. Afraid you’ll lose your belt, you washed up hasbeen?”
Dewey’s jaw dropped and his eyes got huge. He then narrowed his eyes at Louie. “What do you mean by washed up? Doesn’t that apply more to you whenever you need to rush to clean your underwear after we get back from a real scary adventure you couldn’t handle?”
Louie blushed and grit his teeth. “Ooh-hoho! Champ POP-ular’s lookin’ to get POPPED in the mouth!”
“Heh, I know you guys are playing me but I’ll gladly fall for it. I accept your challenge!” Dewey poked Louie in the chest, momentarily confusing him.
“Wait what?” Louie’s eyes darted between Dewey and Huey. He wasn’t sure he read the room correctly now.
Huey snickered. “Now THIS sounds interesting,” He stood up from his seat. “I can scrap pretty well actually. Champ Popular’s going down and so are you Louie. Try me!”
Dewey rolled his eyes this time. “Oh yeah. I’m sure the nerd and his noodle arms are gonna put a dent in the champ. Those sticks of yours would barely pass for decent firewood at your Junior Woodchuck camping trips, Huey.”
Louie blinked. “Wait… no! No way! Nuh-uh!” He swung his arm over, backing up. “I thought I was goading him into facing off against someone else. Anyone else except for me. You two enjoy your weird leotard hump party. I’m out.”
He turned to leave.
“Man, and here I thought this time you’d take the golden opportunity to sell merch of your own wrestling persona,” Huey narrowed his eyes, a grin growing on his face. Dewey looked over with the same expression, watching Louie stop in his tracks. “With Dewey and Uncle Scrooge, you had to put what they were dressed as on the shirts you sold. But here the design could have been ALL you.”
Dewey snickered. “Tailor made to be eye-catching for those who wished to throw money at a promising young miser?”
Louie was frozen in place, jittering…!
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“Welcome one and all to the Triple-Threat Match of the Century!” Launchpad shouted into the mic as he sat alone at his announcer’s table. The roar of the crowd in the stadium rented out by Uncle Scrooge for the boys and their little fling was deafening.
Scrooge wasn’t too sure about ponying up the dough for this event, more focused on restructuring his company after the Bradford incident. However, when Louie made a solid point about how much more money would come through as a result of simply renting out a space for a single day, he caved.
Now the crowd could be regaled with the personage of Champ Popular in person!
“In the first corner,” Launchpad shouted. “Wearing the championship belt he got from stomping a supremely well-toned snake dude at the Rumble for Ragnarok, and sporting knowledge that feeding candy to dogs is bad actually, Dewey Duck aka CHAMP POPULAR!”
Dewey raised his hand and waved. The cheers coming his way made him quite excited. He couldn’t help drinking more of them in as he blew kisses to the crowd and even swiveled his butt around in a peppy, cherry dance. His sports jacket over the blue leotard look was back. Barefoot with his square glasses, gray stripes at the side of his head, and more accentuated hair, it was clear to everyone that the champ was back!
“Those of you who didn’t get to see this studly young hero save the world with a Ragnarok preventing piledriver are in for a special treat,” Dewey exclaimed as he produced several lollipops from behind his back and tossed them at the crowd. “Get it? Dew-ble entendre! Haha!”
“In the second corner,” Launchpad continued. “A challenger ready to send Champ Popular kicking and screaming off his highest of the high horses, which is an expression apparently and not a promise for free pony rides, his brother Huey Duck the WOODCHUCK WONDERBOMB!”
Huey smiled, bouncing a bit in place as he got his share of cheers next. He waved a lot more pensively and came across a lot more humble in his demeanor. He wore a red leotard with his red cap sporting a brown tail to the end of it to simulate the design of the Junior Woodchucks. It was a bit of a makeshift outfit but it worked really well.
“Hello everyone,” Huey said aloud. “I apologize in advance. Violence against family members tends to be very hard to watch. That said, prepare to be dazzled as I SLAM DEWEY’S FACE THROUGH THE &#$%*@& MAT! WHOOO!” He shouted, raising both fists.
He then clamped his hands over his mouth. Dewey stared at him, eyes wide and a bit slack jawed. Huey blushed and chuckled a little.
Yeah, when Huey got into something, he REALLY got into it.
“And finally,” Launchpad continued as if nothing he wasn’t expecting to see hadn’t happened. “Our final challenger for Champ Popular’s belt, a young miser who's not only out for his belt but for your life savings as well! Shout out loud for the heel with the money seal, Louie Duck aka Puritan Pinchpenny!
Louie’s entrance was explosive. Green fireworks went off in the background and he approached the ring wearing a green leotard with a business suit top over it. He had on an eye mask that not only hid his face but made looking at him a challenge in and of itself due to the glitter dawning the entire thing. The lights in the stadium shining off of that thing was blinding everyone who came to stare his way.
When Louie entered the ring and reached his corner, he produced a mic from behind his back and smirked. You could tell by the grin on his face that he was going for the loveable heel angle.
“Champ Popular is a hasbeen,” Louie said, flicking his fingers to the side, not even looking at Dewey as he growled and clenched his fists from where he stood. “If you people seriously want to bask in the afterglow of someone who won ONCE and claim that makes you followers of a hero, then you’re truly setting yourselves up for a massive disappointment.”
Louie grinned and unbuttoned his business suit top as the crowd got louder thanks to his claims. When he opened his suit up, he showed off the rest of his green leotard. It had a bright, shiny yellow dollar symbol on the front. With a wink and a point to the crowd, Louie sneered like a bastard before putting his cards on the table.
“Submerging yourselves in his unimpressive, beta male musk for even this long must have been a test of endurance. Well now that you’ve ENDURED Champ Popular. Get ready to EXPERIENCE Puritan Pinchpenny,” Louie grinned brightly, a sparkle in his teeth. “It doesn’t get much more PURE than me!”
The cheers were super loud now and sprinkled in there were loud “OOOH”s too. Louie just demolished Dewey with verbal abuse that gave new meaning to trash talk. At least for him.
Even greater though was how Louie was busy basking in their cheers and wasn’t aware that the bell had rung.
So when Dewey slammed Louie over the head with his fists clamped together, the crowd roared with excitement for a different reason!
Louie’s body instantly ragdolled and he went cross-eyed. He flopped forward and bashed his chin onto the corner post, slumped like a carpet that was being hung out for a beating. That’s exactly what Dewey was about to do to him too.
“Hunnngh?!” Louie moaned, drooling a bit as his vision was instantly hazy. Apparently he hadn’t read up on the phenomena of wrestlers being taken out from behind while they were in the middle of gloating. He got to experience that first hand today though.
Dewey grinned and grabbed the back of Louie’s head before bashing it repeatedly against the post, getting a cheer with each hit he managed to land.
“Whoa! Champ Popular wasted NO time! Pinchpenny’s in quite a pinch already!” Launchpad exclaimed.
He certainly was. Louie was already dazed and drooling. He needed a way out of this and he only saw one.
Louie swung his foot back and nailed Dewey in the crotch with his heel! Dewey belted out a loud, squeaky noise that sounded like a mouse getting squished.
He let Louie go and instantly grabbed himself, hunched over and whining.
Louie, slumped over the ropes, turned his head to gloat a bit. “Ha… well, what can I say? I am a HEEL after all.”
“And that’s enough,” Huey’s voice rang through the air. Dewey was momentarily caught off guard by that and was already too late to do anything about the hands wrapping around his stomach. By the time he realized he was being flipped backwards he was already in mid-air, hurled over and slammed onto his head via a surprise suplex from Huey!
Dewey grunted and his eyes spun. Now he was seeing stars and they weren’t pleasant to look at.
With his butt sticking up and his legs dangling, Dewey slumped in that position as Huey let him go and grinned down at the boy in blue.
Huey dusted off his hands and laughed a little. “Feeling good, Champ? How’s about another!”
Huey reached down and grabbed Dewey’s upside down body, raising him up and licking his beak with heavy anticipation.
“Uh-oh!” Launchpad shouted. “The come from behind suplex by the Woodchuck Wonderbomb wasn’t it. He’s about to carry it forward in what looks to be a really painful way!”
Huey snickered to himself… and then dodged to the side when Louie came running at him with an overarching swing of his arm.
Louie grunted with frustration. His attempt at a lariat missed by a mile.
It sucked worse for him when Huey swung his foot around and made Louie trip and fall onto his butt!
“OW!” Louie grunted.
“Wait your turn!” Huey snickered.
Louie blushed a little. He was being made to look like an idiot! How was he gonna sell his heel merch now?!
They both were gonna pay for this! Maybe even literally as well as figuratively.
Huey then shouted aloud. “It’s time for the WONDERBOMB!”
With that, he jumped and delivered a powerbomb onto the mat, only the special twist was that he spun around to do a neat little wind up before slamming Dewey onto his back straight onto the canvas.
Dewey’s head slammed onto the mat with Huey’s special take on the powerbomb and the poor boy gurgled and flopped over onto his back, spread out and twitching. His head was swimming now.
Huey put his hands to his sides and did a little hip swivel. “Junior Woodchuck rule number 983: Sometimes, you just got to know when to throw in the tOOOOWWEEELLLLLGUH!” Huey’s eyes crossed and his lips pursed in mid-speak.
His legs crossed as a fist rammed right in between his legs. Louie had nailed a second crotch shot in a row.
Huey teared up and gasped, stumbling a little before Louie sprung to his feet and wrapped his arm around Huey’s neck!
He tightened a hold and made him gag while flailing his arms around. “AGahaBLGGH! GHAAUHGH!”
“Junior Woodchuck rule eleventy billion: Always lose to someone COOLER than you!” Louie snicked, running Huey towards the ropes and springing him at them.
Huey spun around and his back bounced off the ropes. He stumbled fast towards Louie and received the lariat that Louie was trying to deliver before, right to his neck!
Huey flipped and slammed down hard onto his back!
“Whoa!” Launchpad shouted. “After Huey just impressed with his Wonderbomb, Louie pulls one out for the side of the pennypinchers around the world!”
Louie grinned and put a hand to his ear, drinking in the mixture of cheers and boos. Obviously, some took issue with his excessive use of crotch shots but whatever. A winner was a winner.
“Sorry! Can’t hear you over the sound of me making it RAIN!” Louie shouted, producing several dollar bills from his leotard and tossing them overhead. “Hahaha-HURGH!”
Huey wasn’t down for long.
He sprung his feet up and rammed them into Louie’s chin, dazing the miser and making him stumble.
Huey then grabbed the back of his head and rammed it right onto the canvas! Louie actually bounced and slumped there with his face against the mat.
Huey circled around him and was about to lift him up to do something worse… but he got booted in the back and fell to his knees.
“GAH!” Huey grunted with surprise. He was then pushed forward and had two hands clamped under his chin and his arms spread out, hoisted up by the knees of his attacker.
“Ooo~! Just as Huey was about to take his revenge on the great pincher of pennies, Champ Popular came from behind to lock him into a camel clutch!” Launchpad exclaimed.
Indeed. Huey was stuck in a camel clutch from behind, courtesy of Dewey!
Dewey grunted, extremely angry and feeling humiliation wash over him as he recalled what just transpired.
“You… are NOT getting away with doing that to me!” Dewey snapped.
Huey gurgled and struggled, unable to get out of the hold and beginning to sweat.
Louie groaned and crawled to his feet ahead of Dewey. Looking over, Louie sneered.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Is the heat too much for Champ Popular? Guess you were a one time hero eh?” Louie teased.
“Shut up!” Dewey snapped. “One more word and your mask comes off and gets rammed down your throat!”
Louie made a mock face of fear. “Oh dear! How edgy,” He chided before smirking.
Dewey smirked back at him. “You know, a wrestler isn’t a wrestler without their gear. Not only is unmasking a masked wrestler more humiliating then stripping them naked but the added bonus of stripping them of their gear would be quite the feather in my cap. You wouldn’t be wrestlers anymore. Just two losers in your underwear getting beaten up by the Champ!”
Louie leaned forward with an expanding grin. “Oh really? Well, that’s true enough. Though, I gotta wonder. If the gear being on you keeps you from being just a loser in your underwear, then why is your leotard coming undone?”
Dewey didn’t know what Louie meant until Louie reached over and yanked the left sleeve of his leotard down, along with the entire left sleeve of his sports jacket!
“HEY!” Dewey snapped, letting go of Huey to hurry and try and fix it.
He didn’t get a chance to though.
The instant he let go of Huey was the instant Huey rammed an elbow into Dewey’s face!
Dewey’s head flew back, with drool flying from his mouth as well, and wobbled with his eyes rolling. His jacket flopped all the way off now and his leotard’s left sleeve remained undone.
Huey quickly reached over and grabbed Dewey by the face before slamming him onto his back and making sure his head hit the canvas yet again!
Dewey’s legs were sticking up momentarily before they flopped back down.
He laid there, twitching and humping from muscle spasms now. The pain and disorientation that resulted from the punishment his head continued to take was taking its toll.
Louie clapped where he stood. “Haha! See that? Teamwork makes the dreamwork.”
Huey stood up and leered over at Louie.
“Want to team up and make sure Champ POP-ular can’t annoy us with his musings about being the best ever again?” Louie said, eyes looking particularly smarmy as he held out his hand for a shake, the other one behind his back. “That IS why we initially started this thing right?”
Huey glanced at him, as if in mild contemplation.
Dewey continued to spasm and jerk about on the mat.
“Whoa! Is this truly happening?” Launchpad leaned forward, anticipation rocking him to his core. “Will they double team the champ to squeeze in an easy victory?”
“What do you say?” Louie asked, grinning as his hand behind his back showcased to the roaring crowd that his fingers were crossed.
Huey reached over and grabbed Louie’s hand.
Louie grinned and attempted to pull Huey in for a knee to the gut.
Instead of that, Huey dipped to the side and then swung Louie around so that he was flung at the ropes!
“GYAAAAAH!” Louie flailed about right before he sprung off the ropes and was grabbed in mid-air by Huey! “NO! NO! NONONONO! WAIT PLEASE! I WAS–!”
“Gonna immediately double cross me? I know,” Huey said, jumping and delivering a piledriver on Louie into the mat!
The slam was hard and rough. It made the crowd wince, including Launchpad.
Louie’s body jerked about before it toppled over and he slumped onto the canvas, grunting in pain.
Huey then grabbed Louie by the leotard and dragged him closer to the corner post before shimmying them down and exposing his teddy bear printed briefs to the open crowd of people.
“Dewey was right. You’re not a wrestler. Not anymore,” Huey said, smirking as he dropped the outfit to the side and crawled up the corner post. He then made a leap right off it, stretching his body out for maximum air.
“Uh-oh! Wonderbomb is going for a frog splash!” Launchpad shouted.
He nailed it!
Huey slammed his body down onto Louie so hard that his face mask popped right off and his eyes bulged.
Louie’s body jackknifed when the impact hit. He was in so much pain and the humiliation of having been stripped to his underwear was making him blush on top of that.
“H-Huey…! W-Wait! P-Please! I-I’m sorry! I-I’ll d-do your laundry for a week? N-No! All your chores f-for a mont-GAWK!” Louie was jerked up and put into a sleeper hold.
“Stop talking,” Huey warned.
Louie gasped and flailed his arms about, eyes spinning as his mouth hung open and his tongue flopped out. He was drooling now and going severely light headed. He couldn’t stop him!
“Oh! A devastating sleeper hold,” Launchpad grinned. “Pinchpenny is being put down for a nap!”
Dewey, meanwhile, was recovering.
He stood on one knee and growled as he leered at Huey from behind.
That was it!
This was HIS thing! He was the champ!
There was no way he was going to allow him to make a fool of him in front of all these people! He won that belt for a reason, goddammit!
It was off to the side, slumped on top of his jacket now that it had all fallen off. He didn’t even fix his leotard first before charging at Huey from behind in an attempt to knock him out with a surprise attack!
Nothing can stop the pop!
Huey reeled back his elbow again and nailed Dewey across the face!
He didn’t even turn around to do it.
Dewey’s eyes rolled again and he stumbled in place before he let out a tiny, goofy little giggle. He made the sound of a cuckoo bird before falling over onto his back, splayed out again.
“Gosh, you’re so impatient Dewey.” Huey said, still not looking at Dewey. His attention was on choking out Louie right now.
At the moment, Louie’s begging was literally just watery gurgles. His eyes were fluttering and each muscle spasm he had was a clear indication that his body was shutting down rather than resisting anymore.
“Shhh~! That’s right. Louie is a baby! Louie’s gonna take a nice long nappy-poo now…!” Huey whispered.
“N-naappyy…pooo…” Louie managed to mutter out as his eyes closed.
Dewey grunted again. He snarled and attempted to try and get back up.
Huey simply raised his foot and stomped down onto Dewey’s gut! The poor boy in blue’s body did the jackknife this time as it wheezed out air.
Again, he couldn’t help but notice how Huey wasn’t even looking at him as he did this. It made Dewey angrier and he attempted to get up more often.
Each time, Huey would stop him with a light tap of his barefoot onto his stomach or even on his face!
Huey even rubbed his foot into his face once and it made Dewey groan. He had no choice but to eat it.
Huey wasn’t even trying.
It was a light tap of his foot to his stomach and face. Like a feather landing on the ground.
Yet it was enough to keep Dewey down!
Louie was lightly snoring now.
He had gone beddy bye.
Huey let him go and watched him lay splayed out on the mat. The face mask that popped off his face had fluttered through the air a bit when it did so and landed dainty on top of the humiliated, unmasked wrestler’s head.
Huey then smiled and pressed his foot onto Louie’s face next while hoisting up Dewey with one arm.
He then wrapped his right arm around his neck in a sleeper hold while using his other arm to grip and bend his leg around his body. Dewey was in a vice-grip and he wasn’t going anywhere.
“GUGH! H-Huey…! N-Nooo! Please don’t–! M-My belt!” Dewey whined, knowing he was going to lose. He could already feel the haziness in his eyes.
Huey just smiled. “Oh right. Your precious title and bragging rights. I guess all that goes to me now eh? Guess you shouldn’t have taken the bait earlier. How embarrassing.”
Dewey gurgled now, feeling woozy and swaying with light-headedness. His body began to twitch and muscle spasm now.
“I-I can’t… can’t lose…!”
“You will and you already know it too,” Huey said with a smile.
“B-But… I’m th-the hero…!” Dewey whined.
“Well, now you’re a loser in his underwear…!” Huey said, grinning as he kept the grip tighter. The leotard that Dewey failed to properly adjust had come even more undone and Huey even used his arm to get the other sleeve to come down too. The crowd was getting an eye full of his Butterfly patterned briefs.
Dewey blushed rather hard.
“I may change my mind if you beg well enough though,” Huey said. “Go ahead and try!”
Dewey began drooling, eyes crossing as he tried his best. “P-Please… d-don’t put me to sleep… b-big brother? M-Master…?”
Huey hummed and pretended to think it over. “The uncertainty of what to call me there at the end isn’t very good. A loser that can’t even grovel with confidence doesn’t deserve mercy.”
“N-Nooooonnnghh…” Dewey moaned.
“Bedtime,” Huey smiled and tightened the hold.
Dewey’s eyes fluttered closed now. He was feeling the heat of humiliation over the crowd’s roar. His arms dangled and swayed below him. His tongue was out and his mouth was open.
He could feel his foggy brain finally shut down as the dawn of Champ Popular’s time as champion was officially laid to rest along with him.
“Looks like the pop… just stopped,” Huey said, taking out one of Dewey’s lollipops and sticking it into his mouth while cradling him in the sleeper hold.
“Mmmmamghghlahfngh…” Dewey just made weird drooling noises.
Finally, he went to sleep.
Snoring lightly like a baby, Dewey was officially a rag doll in Huey’s arms now.
Huey grinned and let Dewey go, watching his body flop right down on top of Louie’s. He delighted in the jittery muscle spasms they both partook in.
It made him feel powerful.
Huey then raised his foot and pressed it down on top of Dewey’s chest, and despite him being unconscious, a three count for a pinfall was given.
It was totally unnecessary.
Huey won with the sound of the bell going off and him swirling the sucker around in his mouth as he soaked in all the cheers.
“We have our winner AND a new champion!” Launchpad declared. “IT’S THE WOODCHUCK WONDERBOMB!”
Cheers went off as Huey clasped his hands together and shook his fists about. Truly, this was a wonderful day for him!
The two sleeping brothers were then nestled awake by his feet. Louie and Dewey both groaned and blinked awake after about three minutes of Huey trying to resuscitate them.
“Hey guys,” Huey said. “This won’t take long. I just need you to announce your surrender and for you to acknowledge my strength. No biggie.”
Huey had already won so this wasn’t necessary either. The point was clearly just another show of dominance.
Dewey and Louie flinched. They were actually afraid.
Huey was the nerd of the three of them. Sure, he had outdoorsy experience and strength from his time in the woodchucks but this was… against the laws of nature or something, right?
“Well?” Huey leered down at them.
Dewey and Louie gulped, blushing as they felt the breeze hit them around their waists.
“W-We surrender!” They said in unison.
“And?” Huey asked.
“Y-You’re very strong!” Louie said.
“Too strong!” Dewey exclaimed. “You kicked my butt, okay?”
“Keep going,” Huey said.
“You’re super cool too!” Louie exclaimed. “A-And scary! I’ll need to rush to the potty just seeing you from now on! Really!” “Y-You’ve got more power in your toe than I do my entire body!” Dewey shouted. “So strong! Super duper strong!”
They were blushing so hard it looked like Huey was stepping on little glowing cherries.
Huey laughed. “Good. That’s all I needed. You can go back to sleep now?”
“WHAT?!” They both shouted, going pale as fear washed over them again. “WAIT! N–!” The two of them began before Huey rested his foot onto Dewey’s gut again. The force of it got to Louie too, expelling air from both their guts at the same time.
They twitched and then flopped back down into the same position they were in before, now in a somehow deeper sleep.
Huey grinned down at them.
“I think I just found a new way to keep them from annoying me,” He snickered. “Advantage Huey. For life! Haha!”
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