Post by Wolverina on Apr 13, 2010 22:30:21 GMT -5
This is the conclusion from the Skull vs Wolverina match at Total Carnage.
By the count of five Wolfie has rose, rolling under the bottom rope and into the ring as count six is bellowed. Opting out of exiting to restart the count and fight valiantly, as we have come to expect from Haven, she merely stays inside the ring and gets to her vertical base. The ref yells "7" as Wolverina smirks and motions for him to count a little faster. Skull is one tough cookie though, and slides under the bottom rope as number 8 is thundered. Upon scrambling to his feet, his nimble opponent has already kicked things up a notch. Scurrying through the ropes to the outside edge of the ring, she leaps atop the northern most rope, and uses it to catapult herself back into the ring. Skull's luck proves unenviable as he spins right into her line of fire. Snapping her right leg out and around, her tough, muah tia educated skin slams against the left side of his head, right at the temple. For the splittest of seconds his body becomes immobilized, and drops blandly to the canvas. She is right there all over him, pressing her body on top of his and hooking the fear leg, but only gaining a two count for her efforts. She sits back on her knees and cocks a eye at the slow counting ring official and even mutters unsportsmanlike words to him as she rises.
Nonetheless, Haven reaches down and brings her foe up, pelting the same side of his head with stiff forearm shots. The hits seem to rattle him enough for her to set up another move in her ever expanding arsenal. After yet another forearm shiver, Wolverina turns and sets course for the ropes. Her back meets them in a flash, and they rebound her back toward the direction she'd just came. To her shock, however, the Pureblood isn't as loopy as she'd surmised. In fact he is in mid air, his body spinning with his leg hiked out, dialed in for her face. With breathtaking elusiveness, Haven ducks under the erroneous blow and charges toward the opposite set of ropes, looking to turn things back into her favor. After bouncing off of them, she is sent back into the fray like a bottle rocket, only to get metaphorically sawed in half by a spear for the ages! The impact jars her ribs, and turns her body inside out as she flips, landing flat on her front side.
Colin: Have mercy! Good Lord, somebody bring out the Zamboni, Haven's been put on ice!
Big Al: For a second there, I thought Skull was a friggin' Transformer or something. He turned himself into a heat seeking missile and blew Wolfie up. Look Colin, he speared her right out of her boot, well, one of them anyway.
Yes, tis true, somehow Wolverina's left boot lies 4 feet from her, apparently either malfunctioning somewhere along the match, or Skull had really speared her clean out of it. All of this is the least of Skull's worries, though. He quickly attempts a pin, and is amazed at the resilience his opponent displays by kicking out at 2 1/2. Undeterred, the 28 year old stands up and back tracks to the buckles, climbing them to the second one. On this perch is where he waits, and waits. Haven finally starts to make her way up, stumbling all over the place like a drunk, clutching her abdominal region as she bends over. This movement places her in perfect position for what Skull had been planning to do already, so he embarks. Vaulting from his elevated position, Skull wraps his arm around the back of her neck as he descends, driving her face-first into the mat as he lands on his back.
Her body lies dormant after the bulldog, prompting the talented middleweight to power her over and into a pinning predicament. Now, more than ever, his confidence radiates as the referee pounds the canvas once, twice, and almost for a third time. The fall is halted, the ring official pointing at the Nebraskan's foot dangling just barely along the bottom rope. Skull cringes at the sight of his victory being revoked on such a lucky little thing, but he quickly removes the distraction in order to carry out another offensive. Plucking the weakened Wonder-Woman from the mat, he stands her straight up and wallops her one good time, knocking her dizzy. Using this as a preparatory act for a bigger move to come, Skull sets it in motion by turning and running toward the near set of ropes. This time he is the one left in shock at seeing his foe not down-and-out as he'd thought. But just like his adversary, Skull ducks a beautiful cross body attempt from Haven, and turns back around to see that the ring adjutant had fell victim to the move. Wolfie rolls off and looks stunned that she'd wiped out the tiny little man, but her attention swiftly returns to her opponent for tonight, Skull, whom is already lurching at her. Knowing that the ref is out, Haven sends a boot up, placing her shin right between the Pureblood's testicle region, immediately dropping him to the surface in a fetal position. For the first time in her career, a few boos are heard for her, ones that she pays little to no attention to as she walks toward her displaced boot. Instead of placing her foot inside it and putting it back on, she reaches down and grasps it with her hand, picking it up. Those viewing from the stands and at home are left speechless for a moment, not wanting to believe what Haven may be thinking of doing. Their fears are realized sooner than they'd wanted, as she hastily explodes across the ring as Skull clammers to a sluggish stand. The heel end of the boot careens into his temple, carrying all of her 150 pound force behind it. His head jolts oddly, his body following suit until he's prone on the mat, all inertia inert. Alas, finally, she puts the boot on as she gives her evil deed a once over with a smirk, a seductive smirk.
Colin: What in the world has gotten into that woman? This is NOT the Wolfie I, no WE, grew to love so quickly! Something has happened to her, maybe in her personal life, I dunno, but what she just did was wrong.
Big Al: I don't know, maybe she's finally realized that role models only exist in the movies and fairy tales. She's just trying to get the job done, earn her paycheck, cause you do know you get paid more for winning than losing, right?
Wolfie goads the ref back into semi-wake mode and drags him near the depleted Pureblood, plopping him there. A second later she is across her foe, hooking his leg as the boos ring in. Slowly the count begins, one ... two ... nothing. Somehow Skull pushes her off of him and turns onto his side as she rolls away and sits up, a look of outrage and shock on her face. Skull rolls also, trying to gain as much distance as possible to get the cobwebs out. The Christian Cutie refrains from mounting another onslaught, and simply scampers under the bottom rope and drops to a knee at the apron cloth, lifting it up with a snarl on her face. Within a few moments she procures an oddity of a weapon; one worn by Roman Gladiators in ancient times. She slips the Cestus on her fist, the leathery glove fitted with 40 spiked, chrome brass spikes twinkling a little under the arena lights as she slides back into the squared hell. The ring official catches the highly illegal weapon adorned on her cocked back knucklebomb, but is too late with his verbal demand for her to disarm. Haven's fist launches forth, colliding into Skull's forehead with malicious force. The spikes tear into his flesh and cut him open, drawing instant blood as he crashes to the mat with an emphatic thud, rendered motionless. Uncaring for the ramifications of her actions, the Nebraskan doesn't acknowledge the ringing of the bell nor the announcement of her disqualification from the highly contested bout. The referee is tossed aside just as he kneels down to check on the fallen combatant, as Wolfie bends down and holds the "victor's" hand up when his name is announced as winner. After dropping it with a hint of disrespect, she goes on a blind rage again, mounting the man and firing off several more shots with the Cestus. Luckily, GHW security is a little bit better than EVPW's, and hit the ring in bulk, tackling the mad-woman off of Skull and restraining her with flexy-cuffs. She's roughly escorted out of the ring and literally carried kicking and screaming up the ramp as attendants flood the ring to check on the Pureblood's condition.
Colin: What a sorry, sorry way to end a match. Wolverina just robbed these fans of a great match. She took the low road to quench whatever crazed thirst she's got now. GHW management won't strand for this I can guarantee you that.
Big Al: I can't condone this at all. I like the new attitude but DAMN, a Cestus?
EOT
By the count of five Wolfie has rose, rolling under the bottom rope and into the ring as count six is bellowed. Opting out of exiting to restart the count and fight valiantly, as we have come to expect from Haven, she merely stays inside the ring and gets to her vertical base. The ref yells "7" as Wolverina smirks and motions for him to count a little faster. Skull is one tough cookie though, and slides under the bottom rope as number 8 is thundered. Upon scrambling to his feet, his nimble opponent has already kicked things up a notch. Scurrying through the ropes to the outside edge of the ring, she leaps atop the northern most rope, and uses it to catapult herself back into the ring. Skull's luck proves unenviable as he spins right into her line of fire. Snapping her right leg out and around, her tough, muah tia educated skin slams against the left side of his head, right at the temple. For the splittest of seconds his body becomes immobilized, and drops blandly to the canvas. She is right there all over him, pressing her body on top of his and hooking the fear leg, but only gaining a two count for her efforts. She sits back on her knees and cocks a eye at the slow counting ring official and even mutters unsportsmanlike words to him as she rises.
Nonetheless, Haven reaches down and brings her foe up, pelting the same side of his head with stiff forearm shots. The hits seem to rattle him enough for her to set up another move in her ever expanding arsenal. After yet another forearm shiver, Wolverina turns and sets course for the ropes. Her back meets them in a flash, and they rebound her back toward the direction she'd just came. To her shock, however, the Pureblood isn't as loopy as she'd surmised. In fact he is in mid air, his body spinning with his leg hiked out, dialed in for her face. With breathtaking elusiveness, Haven ducks under the erroneous blow and charges toward the opposite set of ropes, looking to turn things back into her favor. After bouncing off of them, she is sent back into the fray like a bottle rocket, only to get metaphorically sawed in half by a spear for the ages! The impact jars her ribs, and turns her body inside out as she flips, landing flat on her front side.
Colin: Have mercy! Good Lord, somebody bring out the Zamboni, Haven's been put on ice!
Big Al: For a second there, I thought Skull was a friggin' Transformer or something. He turned himself into a heat seeking missile and blew Wolfie up. Look Colin, he speared her right out of her boot, well, one of them anyway.
Yes, tis true, somehow Wolverina's left boot lies 4 feet from her, apparently either malfunctioning somewhere along the match, or Skull had really speared her clean out of it. All of this is the least of Skull's worries, though. He quickly attempts a pin, and is amazed at the resilience his opponent displays by kicking out at 2 1/2. Undeterred, the 28 year old stands up and back tracks to the buckles, climbing them to the second one. On this perch is where he waits, and waits. Haven finally starts to make her way up, stumbling all over the place like a drunk, clutching her abdominal region as she bends over. This movement places her in perfect position for what Skull had been planning to do already, so he embarks. Vaulting from his elevated position, Skull wraps his arm around the back of her neck as he descends, driving her face-first into the mat as he lands on his back.
Her body lies dormant after the bulldog, prompting the talented middleweight to power her over and into a pinning predicament. Now, more than ever, his confidence radiates as the referee pounds the canvas once, twice, and almost for a third time. The fall is halted, the ring official pointing at the Nebraskan's foot dangling just barely along the bottom rope. Skull cringes at the sight of his victory being revoked on such a lucky little thing, but he quickly removes the distraction in order to carry out another offensive. Plucking the weakened Wonder-Woman from the mat, he stands her straight up and wallops her one good time, knocking her dizzy. Using this as a preparatory act for a bigger move to come, Skull sets it in motion by turning and running toward the near set of ropes. This time he is the one left in shock at seeing his foe not down-and-out as he'd thought. But just like his adversary, Skull ducks a beautiful cross body attempt from Haven, and turns back around to see that the ring adjutant had fell victim to the move. Wolfie rolls off and looks stunned that she'd wiped out the tiny little man, but her attention swiftly returns to her opponent for tonight, Skull, whom is already lurching at her. Knowing that the ref is out, Haven sends a boot up, placing her shin right between the Pureblood's testicle region, immediately dropping him to the surface in a fetal position. For the first time in her career, a few boos are heard for her, ones that she pays little to no attention to as she walks toward her displaced boot. Instead of placing her foot inside it and putting it back on, she reaches down and grasps it with her hand, picking it up. Those viewing from the stands and at home are left speechless for a moment, not wanting to believe what Haven may be thinking of doing. Their fears are realized sooner than they'd wanted, as she hastily explodes across the ring as Skull clammers to a sluggish stand. The heel end of the boot careens into his temple, carrying all of her 150 pound force behind it. His head jolts oddly, his body following suit until he's prone on the mat, all inertia inert. Alas, finally, she puts the boot on as she gives her evil deed a once over with a smirk, a seductive smirk.
Colin: What in the world has gotten into that woman? This is NOT the Wolfie I, no WE, grew to love so quickly! Something has happened to her, maybe in her personal life, I dunno, but what she just did was wrong.
Big Al: I don't know, maybe she's finally realized that role models only exist in the movies and fairy tales. She's just trying to get the job done, earn her paycheck, cause you do know you get paid more for winning than losing, right?
Wolfie goads the ref back into semi-wake mode and drags him near the depleted Pureblood, plopping him there. A second later she is across her foe, hooking his leg as the boos ring in. Slowly the count begins, one ... two ... nothing. Somehow Skull pushes her off of him and turns onto his side as she rolls away and sits up, a look of outrage and shock on her face. Skull rolls also, trying to gain as much distance as possible to get the cobwebs out. The Christian Cutie refrains from mounting another onslaught, and simply scampers under the bottom rope and drops to a knee at the apron cloth, lifting it up with a snarl on her face. Within a few moments she procures an oddity of a weapon; one worn by Roman Gladiators in ancient times. She slips the Cestus on her fist, the leathery glove fitted with 40 spiked, chrome brass spikes twinkling a little under the arena lights as she slides back into the squared hell. The ring official catches the highly illegal weapon adorned on her cocked back knucklebomb, but is too late with his verbal demand for her to disarm. Haven's fist launches forth, colliding into Skull's forehead with malicious force. The spikes tear into his flesh and cut him open, drawing instant blood as he crashes to the mat with an emphatic thud, rendered motionless. Uncaring for the ramifications of her actions, the Nebraskan doesn't acknowledge the ringing of the bell nor the announcement of her disqualification from the highly contested bout. The referee is tossed aside just as he kneels down to check on the fallen combatant, as Wolfie bends down and holds the "victor's" hand up when his name is announced as winner. After dropping it with a hint of disrespect, she goes on a blind rage again, mounting the man and firing off several more shots with the Cestus. Luckily, GHW security is a little bit better than EVPW's, and hit the ring in bulk, tackling the mad-woman off of Skull and restraining her with flexy-cuffs. She's roughly escorted out of the ring and literally carried kicking and screaming up the ramp as attendants flood the ring to check on the Pureblood's condition.
Colin: What a sorry, sorry way to end a match. Wolverina just robbed these fans of a great match. She took the low road to quench whatever crazed thirst she's got now. GHW management won't strand for this I can guarantee you that.
Big Al: I can't condone this at all. I like the new attitude but DAMN, a Cestus?
EOT
