Post by The Masked Marauder on Apr 4, 2011 19:49:41 GMT -5
Disclaimer: The following has been approved by Ryan Hughes and Dustin Delta. Delta is extremely busy this week and is having problems getting his post together, so our KOTDM title match will be billed as a controversial draw where both parties KO'd each other. We will try it again this week though.
Location: In the ring, upcoming Tuesday Night Triumph.
Time: After first match of program.
Returning from the pro-adultery set of commercials, the feed switches to a sweeping shot of the GHW arena in Boston. Having already witnessed an excellent opening contest, the fans are rootin', tootin' and ready to go for some more. That is, until the lights dim a little bit and the tron flickers to life, showing the custom tron of a most hated entity....
As the song plays, the spectators engulf the Dark Horse of Arabia with immense jeers, a very real hatred that far transcends normal heel heat. Yet amid it all he stands tall, proud atop the ramp, his KOTDM title fitted firmly around his strong waist. As always, he is dressed in his usual Immortal "300" attire, with silver mask. But the most noted thing about him instantly, is the fact that the disrespectful "9/11" that was spray painted across the title has been removed, returning the title to its former glory and honor. Under the sweltering heat of the hard tongued crowd, the Marauder storms down the ramp and enters into the squared hell.
Collin: What the hell? Who gave him permission to come out here and run his mouth, huh? Who? What are they thinking?
Big Al: I think this bastard has some kinda blackmail hold over Smarky. I have never seen anyone just roam around and do whatever he wants like this man does. But who can stop him, Fuzz?
Collin: Delta can. He did just that on Friday Night Combat. He and TMM shredded each other for over 45 minutes, and in the end Double D knocked that Arab idiot out, unfortunately Dustin also knocked himself out in the process, leaving the contest a draw.
Big Al: You better believe that wasn't the last of it, either. Dustin is going to keep coming like the Terminator until he has done us all a favor by destroying this bastard.
Upon entering the battlefield of ring and ropes, TMM pulls a piece of paper out of his attire, much like the one he had at Total Carnage, and hands it to the referee who had been waiting for the next scheduled match to start. And with it, he shoves the zebra clad man and points to the timekeeper area of the outside, where the referee quickly exits and journeys too. Taking hold of a offered microphone, the Sultan of Slaughter slowly makes a circle around the ring, letting the boos die down along with his music.
TMM: Allah Hu Akbar! Allah is the greatest! Allah, Allah, All-blah-ah. Allah is an ASSHOLE!!!!
The shocking admission rolls off of the man with a hint of disdain, forcing the fans into a quick mind screw. Plus, his slight Arab accent had vanished, his voice now coming out with every bit of Americanism as you can get.
TMM: That's right, I said it. I'm tired of this.
The fans, being the mindless, change their minds at the drop of a hat sheep that they are, let out a big cheer for the man. He lowers the mic and brings the fans into a gripping mystery about to be revealed. With his free hand, the KOTDM Champion unties the back of his silver mask and removes it, tossing it far into the crowd and exposing his face to the crowd for the first time.
Big Al: What the hell?
Collin: Who in the world is this guy? I could've sworn it was Kamil Fathi or Vlad or someone like that!
Big Al: This dude has got some serious explaining to do.
The building seems to die from the anti-climatic finish to the mystery of a man so dominant. No Santos-Hayden moment, no Pavor-Jake moment, nope. The man standing before the crowd is someone they'd never seen previously. The only saving grace is the handsomeness of his face, which seems to draw the females in attendance to him. He runs his hand through his short light brown hair and peers into the audience with piercing blue eyes, before raising the mic back up.
TMM: Name's Matt. I am sorry for the less-than-spectacular moment here, but I could no longer do this. I was okay with it at first because it was part of a plan, but those bastards in the back took the inch I gave them and made a damn mile out of it. Rule number one to any of you Fighty fighty persons out there looking to make it big; never, ever let promoters know that you have a college degree and can speak several different languages, especially Arabic. Because if you do, you'll wind up being forced to walk all over the American flag and say unheard of things, just like I was strong armed into doing by those pricks in the back last week. But, anyway, that dark part of my life is done and closed. Tonight marks the beginning of a new era, the plan has finally come together and the pieces are in place. All we need is to put that one final piece into it's proper slot. So, without further adieu, I give to you the FINAL piece. The one who trained me and was the original brainchild of this whole deal, until things got derailed by outside circumstances...
The Unmasked Marauder lowers his mic, receiving a nice cheer pop for his bucking of the establishment, and motions toward the entrance, drawing every head and set of eyes to it. Moments linger by, the drama building up intensely, until at last a figure emerges from behind the entrance curtain. The Fuzz and Big Al fall silent with their tongues, their heads too busy trying to wrap their minds around the personage heading down the ramp. The fans on the other hand, well, they love the sight, and proclaim so by cheering thunderously. The questions yet to be answered seem to fall into second place behind the sight of their precious Wolverina, who pauses at the ring side area with a stern expression plastered on her delectable face. She looks around for a moment then enters into the squared hell and embraces the enigmatic Marauder with a hug. As the two are showered with adoration, the chants of "Holy Shit" start up, which is the only thing that can be said about the moment unfolding before all eyes. After the lengthy hug and words spoken into each others' ears, Wolverina takes claim of the talking stick and peers into the crowd, a deep breath being taken in by her before speaking.
Wolverina: Shocking isn't it? I want to apologize right off the bat for the direction this was taken, and to also introduce this fine young man here. He's my big brudda. That's right, my Matty - Matthew Cassady. I can tell by the energy in this building and the prying eyes you all have, that you want answers. You're going to get them because you deserve them. Where to start though? Where does one start with such a meticulous plan? How about errm a year or so ago. I was here in GHW and was fighting my heart out night in and night out for every one of you, for MY People! I stained this ring with my blood, sweat, and tears. I left my heart in this ring every single night, and you all loved me for it and I loved the respect that I received from each and every one of you. But, unfortunately, there was a select few in the back, you know, the backstage politic specialists, who didn't like all of that. They didn't respect me as a competitor, simply because I have a cute butt, a killer body, and a pretty face. Instead of letting me be the role model that I wanted to be for those in the world that are called "too small" or "too short" or "A woman in a man's world", they tried to bury me. They took me, a woman who has a never say die mentality and the skill to hold my own against the likes of legends such as Brian Commonwealth, and sat me on the apron. To be eye candy in tag matches, or other goofball bouts. They even undercut me in my bid to become the first ever female King of the Deathmatch Champion, simply because they didn't see a woman being a viable representative for such a special title. But that wasn't the worst of it, no, after I spoke out against it and was fired, they turned you the fans, my people, the ones I cherish, against me by spreading false rumors across the net and on dirt sheets.
The fans uncork yet another massive pop as their Super Heroine slowly walks around the ring, a steadfast look on her face and nodding her head. She waits, letting them mentally digest what she'd just spoken so that they will understand the rest of the plan.
Wolverina: Then, well, the big war that didn't happen ummm happened? I was forced to pick sides, EVPW or GHW, a decision that I did not want to make because my allegiance belongs not to GHW, not to EVPW, not to ABCDEFW, it belongs to YOU, my PEOPLE! But after the boys in the back of GHW poisoned you all with their false rumors, and you became bitter towards me, I decided I'd better pick a side so I did. I picked EVPW. Then, I started to despise GHW and the fans that attended it. And in doing so, I started thinking about the things I could do to screw over GHW, to screw over you the fans who I thought had turned on me. So I devised a plan and waited. I was going to right the wrong that started this whole mess, which centered around the King of the Deathmatch title that I was denied due to my gender. I signed back up with GHW, thinking I would meet the same hate from you fans that I had before. But something happened. I was forgiven by you, and you accepted me again. My heart was aroused over this, my heart sang. That's when I knew this plan HAD to work, to make the wrongs of the past right, and to give the weak some motivation. So I brought in my brother, a highly decorated professional Fighty fighty person in his own right, under a generic mask at first and set him on course for the KOTDM title. But that's when things got screwy. Jake Diamond happened. Amanda Brooks happened. My whole world imploding happened. So while I have been side tracked from the plan recently, Matt here was thrown into filling the soles of a terrorist wannabe and paraded around to push the envelope. God sent us a blessing though, the Sawmill Deathmatch. Matt and I came together, and he told me he knew he could beat them both and win the KOTDM title, and I of course knew he could too. So we put things in motion and he won. And now, we are left with one last act to perform. At last the final piece. At last I will be vindicated and so will you fans!
Haven drops the mic and turns toward the referee who had exited the ring. The small man finishes up talking to the time keeper and the announcer, showing the paper as proof of something. The men all shake their heads affirmative and the ref rolls back into the ring.
Coors: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following IMPROMPTU match is a Deathmatch scheduled for one fall, and is FOR the King of the Deathmatch Championship!
Coors usual announcement is cut off by the bell ringing. Turning toward her bro, the People's Princess does the classic hand motions made famous by Street Fighter game character Ryu, and unleashes an imaginary energy chi ball at the once masked Marauder...
Wolverina: HADOUKEN!!!!!
TMM hits the mat with a thud, his inertia inert. The fans light up, cheering and laughing as their favorite daughter covers her bro. She quickly secures his leg and hooks it, her feet grinding into the mat as though this was the finale of a grand battle. She continues to hold onto dear life as the referee slides into position and counts, the fans chiming in with great zeal.
ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Big Al: WHAAAAAAAAAAAT??? NOOOOO!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Collin: YEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
DING! DING! DING!
As the bell rings, the very foundation of the GHW Arena quakes under the feet stomping, hand clapping, and vocal chord ripping cheers of the young and old who had just witnsessed the historic event.
Coors: The winner of the match and NEW GHW King of the Deathmatch Champion ..... WOOOLLLLVEEERRIIINNNAAAAAAAAAA!
Collin: OH! MY! GOD! IN! HEAVEN! We have a new champion! History has just happened, folks! Wolverina is the first ever female to attain the GHW King of the Deathmatch title! I'm not sure if you can hear me at home watching, this roof has been almost literally ripped off the place, but yes you're seeing history made - Wolverina is the NEW KOTDM Champion!
Big Al: What the hell are you saying? Are you all crazy? Am I the only one that sees this for what it is? This is a travesty, the darkest day in GHW's history. She just won the damn belt by underhanded sneaky deeds. Shut up you damn idiots! And you call Amanda Brooks the EVIL one? Jake, get out here and stop this madness! Fuzz, she's gonna make our belt pink, I bet she's gonna even put a butterfly or fairy design on it! Have you even thought of that yet? She's gonna re-name it the Queen of the Deathmatch title! I won't stand for it!
Collin: Oh really? Well get in there and not stand for it by taking the title from her. Go ahead, go on now. Yeah, just what I thought! Give her a damn break. She got jilted by the man last year and knew she couldn't attain the title by normal means considering that she is a female. She did what she had to do! I don't blame her one damn bit! Women don't get near the respect they deserve in this business so Wolverina has stepped up and TAKEN it!
Big Al says nothing as Wolverina helps her "hurt" bro up and watches him undo the title from his waist and slowly offer it to her, a proud smile beaming from him face. Haven takes a long look at the once denied belt, then to the ear busting cheering fans, and finally back to the title before slowly, finally taking control of it. The GHW Universe continues to spin out of control in a good way, as their pride and joy hoists the championship above her head, her eyes filling with tears of glee. Matt Cassady continues to clap with pride as Haven goes from turnpost to turnpost, displaying the title to the ones who continually put food on her table. Accompanying the epic event is several loud explosions in the rafters, with confetti soon drizzling down in endless torrents. And as Miss Cassady removes herself from the last turnpost, she turns and there standing before her is the love of her life, Hayden HardKore, with New Age title in hand. The two embrace lovingly and share in a very racy and passionate kiss.
At last her world was normal again. Breaking from the kiss of all kisses, she looks into the air and silently thanks God for the following thngs: The plan that had worked ... the once evil man, Pyro, that God had brought back into her life, who was probably now on his way back with her daddy safe and sound .... Hayden and his endless love ... her family .... her friends .... her newly won title ... and the upcoming NeXus where she'll get to punsih the evil Amanda Brooks for 60 full minutes. Ultimately, she thanks him for everything big and small - her own little Happy Ending. Aww!
EOT Comments Welcomed.
OOC: Yes, it is me Haven (Wolverina) lol. I originally wasn't going to do this, but figured I might better in case I never got a chance at the KOTDM title again. After all, with guys like Delta and Dreamer around hounding over it, among others, I would get killed lol. This was also geared toward all In Character stuff. I did have to incorporate some OOC things that had happened, but it was to make the plan/story reasonable, so no spite was coming from me as I wrote this, ok? Thank you.
PS: TMM/Matt Cassady will remain as a bodyguard/enforcer/tag partner if needbe for Haven. And will also use the Freebird rule for KOTDM title defenses, mainly for Dustin cause I am not sure if he'd wanna face Wolfie or the man who actually beat him at TC, TMM.
Location: In the ring, upcoming Tuesday Night Triumph.
Time: After first match of program.
Returning from the pro-adultery set of commercials, the feed switches to a sweeping shot of the GHW arena in Boston. Having already witnessed an excellent opening contest, the fans are rootin', tootin' and ready to go for some more. That is, until the lights dim a little bit and the tron flickers to life, showing the custom tron of a most hated entity....
As the song plays, the spectators engulf the Dark Horse of Arabia with immense jeers, a very real hatred that far transcends normal heel heat. Yet amid it all he stands tall, proud atop the ramp, his KOTDM title fitted firmly around his strong waist. As always, he is dressed in his usual Immortal "300" attire, with silver mask. But the most noted thing about him instantly, is the fact that the disrespectful "9/11" that was spray painted across the title has been removed, returning the title to its former glory and honor. Under the sweltering heat of the hard tongued crowd, the Marauder storms down the ramp and enters into the squared hell.
Collin: What the hell? Who gave him permission to come out here and run his mouth, huh? Who? What are they thinking?
Big Al: I think this bastard has some kinda blackmail hold over Smarky. I have never seen anyone just roam around and do whatever he wants like this man does. But who can stop him, Fuzz?
Collin: Delta can. He did just that on Friday Night Combat. He and TMM shredded each other for over 45 minutes, and in the end Double D knocked that Arab idiot out, unfortunately Dustin also knocked himself out in the process, leaving the contest a draw.
Big Al: You better believe that wasn't the last of it, either. Dustin is going to keep coming like the Terminator until he has done us all a favor by destroying this bastard.
Upon entering the battlefield of ring and ropes, TMM pulls a piece of paper out of his attire, much like the one he had at Total Carnage, and hands it to the referee who had been waiting for the next scheduled match to start. And with it, he shoves the zebra clad man and points to the timekeeper area of the outside, where the referee quickly exits and journeys too. Taking hold of a offered microphone, the Sultan of Slaughter slowly makes a circle around the ring, letting the boos die down along with his music.
TMM: Allah Hu Akbar! Allah is the greatest! Allah, Allah, All-blah-ah. Allah is an ASSHOLE!!!!
The shocking admission rolls off of the man with a hint of disdain, forcing the fans into a quick mind screw. Plus, his slight Arab accent had vanished, his voice now coming out with every bit of Americanism as you can get.
TMM: That's right, I said it. I'm tired of this.
The fans, being the mindless, change their minds at the drop of a hat sheep that they are, let out a big cheer for the man. He lowers the mic and brings the fans into a gripping mystery about to be revealed. With his free hand, the KOTDM Champion unties the back of his silver mask and removes it, tossing it far into the crowd and exposing his face to the crowd for the first time.
Big Al: What the hell?
Collin: Who in the world is this guy? I could've sworn it was Kamil Fathi or Vlad or someone like that!
Big Al: This dude has got some serious explaining to do.
The building seems to die from the anti-climatic finish to the mystery of a man so dominant. No Santos-Hayden moment, no Pavor-Jake moment, nope. The man standing before the crowd is someone they'd never seen previously. The only saving grace is the handsomeness of his face, which seems to draw the females in attendance to him. He runs his hand through his short light brown hair and peers into the audience with piercing blue eyes, before raising the mic back up.
TMM: Name's Matt. I am sorry for the less-than-spectacular moment here, but I could no longer do this. I was okay with it at first because it was part of a plan, but those bastards in the back took the inch I gave them and made a damn mile out of it. Rule number one to any of you Fighty fighty persons out there looking to make it big; never, ever let promoters know that you have a college degree and can speak several different languages, especially Arabic. Because if you do, you'll wind up being forced to walk all over the American flag and say unheard of things, just like I was strong armed into doing by those pricks in the back last week. But, anyway, that dark part of my life is done and closed. Tonight marks the beginning of a new era, the plan has finally come together and the pieces are in place. All we need is to put that one final piece into it's proper slot. So, without further adieu, I give to you the FINAL piece. The one who trained me and was the original brainchild of this whole deal, until things got derailed by outside circumstances...
The Unmasked Marauder lowers his mic, receiving a nice cheer pop for his bucking of the establishment, and motions toward the entrance, drawing every head and set of eyes to it. Moments linger by, the drama building up intensely, until at last a figure emerges from behind the entrance curtain. The Fuzz and Big Al fall silent with their tongues, their heads too busy trying to wrap their minds around the personage heading down the ramp. The fans on the other hand, well, they love the sight, and proclaim so by cheering thunderously. The questions yet to be answered seem to fall into second place behind the sight of their precious Wolverina, who pauses at the ring side area with a stern expression plastered on her delectable face. She looks around for a moment then enters into the squared hell and embraces the enigmatic Marauder with a hug. As the two are showered with adoration, the chants of "Holy Shit" start up, which is the only thing that can be said about the moment unfolding before all eyes. After the lengthy hug and words spoken into each others' ears, Wolverina takes claim of the talking stick and peers into the crowd, a deep breath being taken in by her before speaking.
Wolverina: Shocking isn't it? I want to apologize right off the bat for the direction this was taken, and to also introduce this fine young man here. He's my big brudda. That's right, my Matty - Matthew Cassady. I can tell by the energy in this building and the prying eyes you all have, that you want answers. You're going to get them because you deserve them. Where to start though? Where does one start with such a meticulous plan? How about errm a year or so ago. I was here in GHW and was fighting my heart out night in and night out for every one of you, for MY People! I stained this ring with my blood, sweat, and tears. I left my heart in this ring every single night, and you all loved me for it and I loved the respect that I received from each and every one of you. But, unfortunately, there was a select few in the back, you know, the backstage politic specialists, who didn't like all of that. They didn't respect me as a competitor, simply because I have a cute butt, a killer body, and a pretty face. Instead of letting me be the role model that I wanted to be for those in the world that are called "too small" or "too short" or "A woman in a man's world", they tried to bury me. They took me, a woman who has a never say die mentality and the skill to hold my own against the likes of legends such as Brian Commonwealth, and sat me on the apron. To be eye candy in tag matches, or other goofball bouts. They even undercut me in my bid to become the first ever female King of the Deathmatch Champion, simply because they didn't see a woman being a viable representative for such a special title. But that wasn't the worst of it, no, after I spoke out against it and was fired, they turned you the fans, my people, the ones I cherish, against me by spreading false rumors across the net and on dirt sheets.
The fans uncork yet another massive pop as their Super Heroine slowly walks around the ring, a steadfast look on her face and nodding her head. She waits, letting them mentally digest what she'd just spoken so that they will understand the rest of the plan.
Wolverina: Then, well, the big war that didn't happen ummm happened? I was forced to pick sides, EVPW or GHW, a decision that I did not want to make because my allegiance belongs not to GHW, not to EVPW, not to ABCDEFW, it belongs to YOU, my PEOPLE! But after the boys in the back of GHW poisoned you all with their false rumors, and you became bitter towards me, I decided I'd better pick a side so I did. I picked EVPW. Then, I started to despise GHW and the fans that attended it. And in doing so, I started thinking about the things I could do to screw over GHW, to screw over you the fans who I thought had turned on me. So I devised a plan and waited. I was going to right the wrong that started this whole mess, which centered around the King of the Deathmatch title that I was denied due to my gender. I signed back up with GHW, thinking I would meet the same hate from you fans that I had before. But something happened. I was forgiven by you, and you accepted me again. My heart was aroused over this, my heart sang. That's when I knew this plan HAD to work, to make the wrongs of the past right, and to give the weak some motivation. So I brought in my brother, a highly decorated professional Fighty fighty person in his own right, under a generic mask at first and set him on course for the KOTDM title. But that's when things got screwy. Jake Diamond happened. Amanda Brooks happened. My whole world imploding happened. So while I have been side tracked from the plan recently, Matt here was thrown into filling the soles of a terrorist wannabe and paraded around to push the envelope. God sent us a blessing though, the Sawmill Deathmatch. Matt and I came together, and he told me he knew he could beat them both and win the KOTDM title, and I of course knew he could too. So we put things in motion and he won. And now, we are left with one last act to perform. At last the final piece. At last I will be vindicated and so will you fans!
Haven drops the mic and turns toward the referee who had exited the ring. The small man finishes up talking to the time keeper and the announcer, showing the paper as proof of something. The men all shake their heads affirmative and the ref rolls back into the ring.
Coors: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following IMPROMPTU match is a Deathmatch scheduled for one fall, and is FOR the King of the Deathmatch Championship!
Coors usual announcement is cut off by the bell ringing. Turning toward her bro, the People's Princess does the classic hand motions made famous by Street Fighter game character Ryu, and unleashes an imaginary energy chi ball at the once masked Marauder...
Wolverina: HADOUKEN!!!!!
TMM hits the mat with a thud, his inertia inert. The fans light up, cheering and laughing as their favorite daughter covers her bro. She quickly secures his leg and hooks it, her feet grinding into the mat as though this was the finale of a grand battle. She continues to hold onto dear life as the referee slides into position and counts, the fans chiming in with great zeal.
ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Big Al: WHAAAAAAAAAAAT??? NOOOOO!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Collin: YEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
DING! DING! DING!
As the bell rings, the very foundation of the GHW Arena quakes under the feet stomping, hand clapping, and vocal chord ripping cheers of the young and old who had just witnsessed the historic event.
Coors: The winner of the match and NEW GHW King of the Deathmatch Champion ..... WOOOLLLLVEEERRIIINNNAAAAAAAAAA!
Collin: OH! MY! GOD! IN! HEAVEN! We have a new champion! History has just happened, folks! Wolverina is the first ever female to attain the GHW King of the Deathmatch title! I'm not sure if you can hear me at home watching, this roof has been almost literally ripped off the place, but yes you're seeing history made - Wolverina is the NEW KOTDM Champion!
Big Al: What the hell are you saying? Are you all crazy? Am I the only one that sees this for what it is? This is a travesty, the darkest day in GHW's history. She just won the damn belt by underhanded sneaky deeds. Shut up you damn idiots! And you call Amanda Brooks the EVIL one? Jake, get out here and stop this madness! Fuzz, she's gonna make our belt pink, I bet she's gonna even put a butterfly or fairy design on it! Have you even thought of that yet? She's gonna re-name it the Queen of the Deathmatch title! I won't stand for it!
Collin: Oh really? Well get in there and not stand for it by taking the title from her. Go ahead, go on now. Yeah, just what I thought! Give her a damn break. She got jilted by the man last year and knew she couldn't attain the title by normal means considering that she is a female. She did what she had to do! I don't blame her one damn bit! Women don't get near the respect they deserve in this business so Wolverina has stepped up and TAKEN it!
Big Al says nothing as Wolverina helps her "hurt" bro up and watches him undo the title from his waist and slowly offer it to her, a proud smile beaming from him face. Haven takes a long look at the once denied belt, then to the ear busting cheering fans, and finally back to the title before slowly, finally taking control of it. The GHW Universe continues to spin out of control in a good way, as their pride and joy hoists the championship above her head, her eyes filling with tears of glee. Matt Cassady continues to clap with pride as Haven goes from turnpost to turnpost, displaying the title to the ones who continually put food on her table. Accompanying the epic event is several loud explosions in the rafters, with confetti soon drizzling down in endless torrents. And as Miss Cassady removes herself from the last turnpost, she turns and there standing before her is the love of her life, Hayden HardKore, with New Age title in hand. The two embrace lovingly and share in a very racy and passionate kiss.
At last her world was normal again. Breaking from the kiss of all kisses, she looks into the air and silently thanks God for the following thngs: The plan that had worked ... the once evil man, Pyro, that God had brought back into her life, who was probably now on his way back with her daddy safe and sound .... Hayden and his endless love ... her family .... her friends .... her newly won title ... and the upcoming NeXus where she'll get to punsih the evil Amanda Brooks for 60 full minutes. Ultimately, she thanks him for everything big and small - her own little Happy Ending. Aww!
EOT Comments Welcomed.
OOC: Yes, it is me Haven (Wolverina) lol. I originally wasn't going to do this, but figured I might better in case I never got a chance at the KOTDM title again. After all, with guys like Delta and Dreamer around hounding over it, among others, I would get killed lol. This was also geared toward all In Character stuff. I did have to incorporate some OOC things that had happened, but it was to make the plan/story reasonable, so no spite was coming from me as I wrote this, ok? Thank you.
PS: TMM/Matt Cassady will remain as a bodyguard/enforcer/tag partner if needbe for Haven. And will also use the Freebird rule for KOTDM title defenses, mainly for Dustin cause I am not sure if he'd wanna face Wolfie or the man who actually beat him at TC, TMM.
