Root-Beer Smack Down

I leapt from the top rope bringing my elbow down in an overhead smash. My swing landed squarely on his forehead, knocking him over. Before he hit the ground I was leaping from turnbuckle to turnbuckle raising my hands to the roaring crowd encouraging their cheers. They chanted my name over and over, for the mighty Root-Beer who had just put the smack down.