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Vikingo is suicidal, literally insane. Irresponsible almost


















When's his next match?
Could you imagine a Vikingo vs Sabu in his Prime match in ECW. Can anybody create an AI version of this match
Somebody would be taken out in a body bag/coffin at the end of that match

Match Description: El Hijo del Vikingo vs. Sabu (ECW '94)
Setting: Picture the gritty ECW Arena, circa 1994, with a raucous crowd chanting "ECW!" and "Holy sh*t!" The ring is surrounded by tables, chairs, and barbed wire boards, with a low ceiling perfect for high-risk spots. The match is no-DQ, anything-goes, fitting both wrestlers’ hardcore tendencies.
Entrances:
  • Sabu: The lights dim, and Pantera’s “Walk” blares through the arena. Sabu, in his prime, storms out with his signature headscarf and taped-up boots, pointing to the sky. He grabs a chair from the crowd, tosses it into the ring, and dives over the ropes with a somersault, landing in a meditative pose to a roaring crowd.
  • El Hijo del Vikingo: Modern lucha libre flair takes over as Vikingo’s upbeat, rhythmic music hits. He cartwheels down the ramp, springboards off the guardrail, and lands in the ring with a 720° corkscrew moonsault, hyping the crowd into a frenzy.
Match Breakdown (15-minute sprint):
  1. Opening Exchange (0:00–3:00):
    • The bell rings, and both men circle, sizing each other up. Vikingo starts with a lightning-fast sequence: a handspring backflip to dodge Sabu’s chair shot, followed by a hurricanrana that sends Sabu tumbling outside. Vikingo wastes no time, hitting a picture-perfect imploding 450° splash over the ropes onto Sabu, crashing through a table. The crowd erupts.
    • Sabu, unfazed, grabs a chair and hurls it at Vikingo’s head as he recovers. Vikingo ducks, but Sabu catches him with a springboard moonsault to the floor, landing on another table that doesn’t break, drawing “ECW!” chants.
  2. Weapons and Chaos (3:00–8:00):
    • Back in the ring, Sabu sets up a chair and hits his signature Air Sabu (springboard tornado DDT) off it, but Vikingo counters mid-air with a dropkick, sending Sabu crashing. Vikingo follows with a 630° senton attempt, but Sabu rolls away, leaving Vikingo to eat canvas.
    • Sabu introduces a barbed wire board, laying it across two chairs. He attempts to suplex Vikingo through it, but Vikingo reverses into a poison rana, spiking Sabu’s head. Vikingo then climbs the ropes, hits a shooting star press to the outside, and both men crash through a ladder propped against the guardrail.
  3. High-Risk Escalation (8:00–12:00):
    • Sabu, bleeding but relentless, sets up a table and places Vikingo on it. He climbs to the top rope, but Vikingo springs up, running the ropes for a Spanish Fly through the table to the floor. The crowd loses it, chanting “This is awesome!”
    • Back in the ring, Vikingo attempts his signature Cuerno de Vikingo (imploding dragonrana), but Sabu catches him with a chair shot mid-air. Sabu then hits a triple-jump moonsault, using a chair for extra height, barely grazing Vikingo but selling the recklessness.
  4. Climax and Finish (12:00–15:00):
    • Both men, battered and bleeding, trade desperate strikes. Vikingo lands a superkick, then scales a ladder for a 720° phoenix splash, but Sabu throws a chair at him mid-air, causing a brutal crash through the barbed wire board below.
    • Sabu capitalizes, dragging Vikingo to the top rope. He sets up a table doused in lighter fluid (classic ECW style) and signals for a superplex. Vikingo fights back, slipping under Sabu for a powerbomb setup. In a final twist, Vikingo hits a rope-run Cuerno de Vikingo through the flaming table for the pin at 14:47.
Post-Match:
  • The crowd chants “Match of the Year!” as both men, exhausted and bloodied, share a nod of respect. Sabu raises Vikingo’s hand, passing the torch to the modern daredevil. The arena showers them with streamers as they exit, limping but triumphant.
Why It Works:
  • Sabu’s raw, unpolished violence complements Vikingo’s polished, acrobatic insanity. The match blends ECW’s hardcore roots with modern lucha libre’s fluidity, creating a 15-minute war that feels like a love letter to death-defying wrestling.
 
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