Lineal Champion

[Jaggeroth's wench.]

The normal opening to GHW Live! is cut short by an array of pink and gold fireworks going off, effectively hushing Big Al and the Fuzz. Joining the celebratory pyro display is thousands of multi-colored pieces of confetti, which soon cover the GHW venue like snow on a wintry morning. Then, "Kick in the Teeth" by Papa Roach kicks in, the Honor-Tron coming to life with Wolverina's usual video package. An outpouring of heartfelt jeers welcome the Queen of Queens as she appears before the masses dressed in a simple black outfit that speaks of professionalism. All eyes soon clue in on one particular accessory she's adorned tonight - the GHW Championship, or what appears to be it.



Fuzz: Here she comes. This woman made a huge impact at NeXus, coming oh so so very close to defeating Dominik Santiago for the GHW Championship. I just don't understand why she's sporting the GHW Championship though. Is that a replica or something, Al?
Big Al: If it is, they did a damn good job of making a clone of the real thing. That definitely isn't a toy draped over her shoulder.

In contrast to one who was defeated in the biggest match of their life, Haven wears a look of total poise and confidence, her brilliant smile on full display along with her thumbed nose which looks down upon the undeserving miscreants gathered around her. Without paying a lick of attention to the fans, the GodQueen enters the ring and slowly swings into her trademark crucifix pose, basking in her own arrogant glory, before summoning and receiving a magic talking stick from the ring hand. The music comes to a sudden stop, leaving her to feel the full effect of the crowd's numerous hate filled chants. Miss Cassady shakes it off and smiles, the mic coming to her lips as she adjusts the GHW Championship regally atop her shoulder.

Wolverina: Here ye, here ye, here ye! I, the Queen of GHW, hereby welcome you, my court, to the new era that I promised to bring at NeXus. Although you back stabbed your Queen at NeXus, I did exactly what I said I was going to do. I walked into that ring and fought the very tough Assassin tooth and nail. As predicted, I was beaten senseless, torn apart, my leg and shoulder were damn near ripped off me, and I was even SKO'd through the dag gone announce table. I didn't stay down though, as I had vowed. I keep coming and coming and coming and coming and coming...

It takes less than a second for the fans, all of them sexual deviants, to cheer her and make their own interpretation of what she meant. Haven sneers and shakes her head.

Wolverina: SHUT THE HELL UP! Perverts.. the all of you! Anyway, I refused to stay down and in the end I weathered the storm and emerged victorious from the battle as your NEW GHW CHAMPION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The spectators roar their disapproval at high volume, forcing the Queen of Queens to cease her mouth from moving.

Fuzz: I think Dom may have spiked her a little too hard on the head at NeXus. She's a little delusional. Seems like she is trying to force her hand at being the lineal champion in here; a regular female Chael Sonnen of the GHW world.
Big Al: A farce it may be, but I am kinda digging the GodQueen being champ. She sure looks a lot better than our current champion... I mean... pretend champion.

Wolverina: I know yaw are asking each other "what does this mean now? What does this mean for GHW?" Well, I'll tell you. Gone are the days of this title not being defended as it should. Gone are the days of Santiago being catered to by the brass in the back. Gone are the days where, as champ, one could use their influence and stick sucking skills to sway officiating because he feels threatened. The Lord of the Flies was the living embodiment of all these deplorable things I just spoke of, but not anymore. Unlike him and so many others who've held this title, I am going to defend it week in and week out; TNTs, Lives, Pay Per Views - you name it. Jack Tracks, Dusting Delta, Kahlan, the Gorilla, Simpson, hell everyone form the milk man to the mail man will get a shot at this here gold. Anytime, anyplace, anywhere. I never have and never will pander to the brass in the back. The only influence I will use with the title is to give title shots to any and all comers. I don't care if I keep it one week or ten years. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the new era, for my Queendom hath finally come.

Haven tilts her head back, her mind pretending the jeers are actually cheers and the people are showering her with praise.

Wolverina: As I'm sure you've probably heard and seen already, Santiago is in a state of denial. He is walking around with a GHW Championship also. Women beat men all the time in sports and just about everything else, but narrow minded sexist Dominik and the imbeciles in the back refuse to believe and acknowledge that I am the true GHW Champion. Everyone of you saw the match. All of you witnessed the match of the year coming down to the wire, with me the ultimate underdog pulling out the impossible victory with just seconds to spare before it was called a time limit draw. If there is any confusion remaining, I can easily schedule an appointment between my boot and Dom's ass quick, fast, and in a hurry.

She heaves the title into the air triumphantly, a she wolf howl roaring loud and proud over the noisy response given to her displeasing remarks.

Fuzz: She's crazier than a bessy bug. I think she actually believes what she is saying.
Big Al: Collin, oh my god, what if she IS telling the truth? My sense of reality has just been shattered!

After her impromptu yell, the People's Princess settles down and looks up the ramp, a smirk creasing her pretty, pretty face.

Wolverina: Now, for my first act as GHW Champion. I know Kahlan gets first dibs on this championship, but I honestly don't think the mildly retarded snatch face can find her way to the ring anymore. Kids, cocaine is a hell of a drug, just remember that when you see Kahlan again. Sooooo I summon any of you in the back to come down here and accept a match with me. That's right. This is an open challenge and I will defend my GHW Championship in the contest as well. You can fight me tonight, next week, the upcoming PPV, or whenever... heck we can even fight right now. AJ Scally, you do not actually count as a human being you worthless piece of shit, so don't even think about strolling out here. Anybody else, though, can come get that ass kicking.

The GHW lifeblood erupt with cheers, knowing that someone in the back must have the gonads to accept such a challenge.

TBCB Anyone. (Open Challenge/Thread) Can even set up more than one, as in triple threats etc.

[Dustin Delta]

"Mama" by My Chemical Romance, the new entrance theme of the King of the Deathmatch Champion, which debuted on Episode 13 of GHW Live!, hits the P/A only a brief moment after the self-proclaimed Queen of GHW offers an open forum to anybody in attendance. The cryptic whispering of Gerard Way, however, is skipped, and the song bursts right into it's bolting refrain. The in-house illumine of the arena is overrun by powder and sky blue, providing an antarctic mood as Double D himself steps through the velvet curtain and into the company of a high intensity capacity crowd. While Wolverina stands in the ring with a disgusted profile, the expression on the face of the King of Hearts is nothing less than a chelsea grin. Clad in his new attire, stitched with icy blues and whites, and ironically enough, a Wolverine t-shirt - Delta stands in the heart of the amphitheater with the silvery championship held over his right shoulder, but his eyes cannot stray through the admiring audience, for his focus seems to lie somewhere in the Princess herself.

"What the hell is Dustin Delta doing here? What bones does he have to pick from the corpse that Wolverina is feeding from?"

"Who knows? Delta thinks he's a king, or a Norse god, or something along those lines. He's probably just as zany and delusional as Wolverina is here tonight."

"Dustin isn't coming out here with a replica championship. He actually won his match against Jack Tracks."

"True, true. This should be interesting."

While the joy on Wolverina's face comes from her deranged and delusional ego, the relief and happiness in the soul of the Sleepwalker is legitimate and well-deserved. As said by the color commentators, he managed to not only defeat Jack Tracks and keep his Deathmatch Championship, but temporarily suspended Jack Tracks from in-ring appearances when he hacked through his side with what was the equivalent of a scythe. The face of Wolverina, which seems to speak volumes about insult and degradation, only seems to grow more and more repulsed with each step Dustin takes towards the squared circle. As The Deathmatch Majesty walks up the steel steps and onto the ring apron and the canvas' edge, the Cutie Cornhusker takes a few steps back, trying to avoid him the best she can. Double D turns to the throng of fanatics in attendance and hoists his strap high above his head, appealing to those who he sees as his royal subjects. After a greeting of approval and applause, the former Television Champion and two-time Deathmatch Champion steps through the ropes and enters the ring himself, joining the Queen of GHW. From the inside of the squared circle, he captures a microphone and paces forth and back while pondering what exactly to say. But before he can utter but a word, Wolverina asks him a question.

"What are you doing in my ring?"

Dustin's look of interest transitions into that of absolute confusion. The King of the Deathmatch looks at the make-believe GHW Champion as if she's a novelty on display in a children's museum. He subtlety lets an air of laughter out very quickly, before bringing the microphone's foam head to his lips.

"Well, if you just gave me a moment, Dusting Delta would explain why he's here - but trust me, I know that you wouldn't give me the time of day, much less a moment to speak in 'your' court. Speaking of which, allow me to begin by saying that my interest in you was like dust on a shelf, until tonight. Sure, you'd walk around talking of your regal nature and the throne you soon sought to hold. But tonight, you've finally managed to dust off that shelf. Not like you'd care. I never thought that I'd be the one to say this to...anybody, really. But you've completely lost it."

Now, Wolverina hears the cheers that she so desperately wanted to her when she spoke, but the enjoyment is sullied and her expression is sour as she actually finds herself at a loss for words. Before she can even conjour a sentence, though, the man opposite her in the ring continues.

"To rule, Wolverina, is not to see you above all others. It is to see yourself as one of your subjects, knowing what they want, knowing what is best by their - and by your morals. But your reign would be that of an iron curtain on frangible bodies. You say you'll be a respectable queen, defending your power and honor and championship week in and week out, yet you'll tell a hopeful realist that he's not even a human being? Not to mention that you've no power, honor, or championship to present in your defense. Being pinned down for a three-count surely isn't forgettable, but it's not everyday that it drives somebody completely mad. Unfortunately for you, mama dearest, you lost to Dominick Santiago and not only did he assassinate your chances of holding thy Queendom, as thou so blissfully wished for, but he was a sharpshooter to your sanity. Tragic."

The King of Hearts nudges his title over, closer onto his shoulder, and looks into the pupils of Wolfie with puppydog eyes. He takes a moment to pause, and Wolverina's expression has turned away from repulsion, to perplexity, but an attentive perplexity. Double D takes a step closer and continues.

"Mama, we're all full of lies. Life is full of lies. It's entwined in our nature to bend the truth so that the eyes of others look into our hearts with aspiration and admiration. We, as humans, strive to be worshiped. With freedom, comes the mad struggle for the king of the mountain, and we'll cheat, steal, stab, and lie to make the hike. Wolverina, you can do as you please and lie to all these lovely subjects of the court, you can lie to me, you can insult me, you can try to instigate a battle between us, but queen, stop lying to yourself."

Dustin's eyes stay locked on those of Wolverina's for a moment, and then he stands back up straight and steps away, awaiting a response for the foe he attempted to assist. A sad expression is Dustin's, as he walks to the corner opposite the hard-camera, and seats himself a top the uppermost turnbuckle as the Queen of GHW begins to speak back to the King of Hearts.

[Jaggeroth's wench.]

"Queen of Lies" is the chant that Delta Dawg had inadvertently started, quelling any rebuttal from the GodQueen for the moment. She looks at him, a hard to read expression on her face, a single brow raised in vexness. A coy little smile is returned to her, almost cute, key word almost. After dealing with the rude delegation of Judas' in the seats, the true GHW Champion shakes her head in mild annoyance and brings the boom stick to her pristine little mouth.

"Lies, huh? What do you know about any of that, Dustin? Huh? What do you know of lies and truth and anything that might lay between? What do you know about ANYTHING? Are you not the same man who has lied to himself about who is really is? So much so that he has invented a baker's dozen of personas in just two years time? In fact, who the hell are you right now? Have I been presented with the Deathmatch Majesty or the Courier of Controversy? Wait, could this be the 'I do whatever you say' Dustin Delta, that was basically Metal Dragon's personal coat tail rider? Are you out here on someone else's behalf again? The fall you sustained when you fell out of his ass must have knocked a few screws loose for you to be so bold out here. Waaaaait! How about Alice? You're certainly looking like quite the caricature right now, sitting all pretty up there on your perch. Or maybe you have decided to go with a gray area Delta tonight; a mix of them all? Hmmm. OMG! Dustin, what if.... here me out on this.... what if all this right now isn't even happening? What if this is a dream for you? Are you really here? You might want to pinch yourself just to be sure."

Fuzz: This is getting bizarre.
Big Al: I think we are about to witness the equivalent of two asylum inmates from different planets trying to interact with one another.

DD shrugs, smiles, then does as suggested. Twice just to be doubly sure. He nods at the fans then gives Haven a thumbs up. Keeping her eyes locked on his, the GHW Champion walks up the vacant turnbuckle pads directly to Delta's left, with the greatest of ease. And there she stands tall above him, looking down on him in a sense, as it should be.

"I guess it really doesn't matter which Dustin Delta you are right now, because each one of them past, present and future suck. As for this whole title situation, well, go back and watch the match again. I won. I am the GHW Champion. Even if your accusation was true, and I really am out here lying to myself about this championship and so on, how can you label and judge me? Look at the title you so smugly brought to the ring. It is a replica you dolt. Smarky spent seven bucks, which oddly enough is about how much your life is worth, to get a new belt made. That is not the real KotDM title, moron. I held the REAL King of the Deatmatch Championship and defended it a few times before being unjustly fired from GHW. I never lost it. You know this is true, because if memory serves me correctly it was you whom I successfully defended it against. You even tried to fight me again for it, but then you no showed because you got a case of the limber-tail you cowardly little gangly bitch."

The GodQueen takes a few measured steps onto the top cable, walking along it with exquisite balance toward Dustin's location. She tilts her head back in carefree manner, and sighs.

Fuzz: This is getting juicy. They've both brought up some pretty good points.
Big Al: The tension is certainly rising, it's almost palpable.

Wolverina returns her eyes to the underling, a man who now sports a genuine not-so-happy face as old wounds are re-opened.

"You speak of rule as if you actually know about it; as if you actually, truly rule something. What is it that you rule, Dustin? The syrup bottle at Wafflehouse? The realm of the Death Match? Child, please. The only reason why you've held that title in recent memory is because you fought everybody under the sun that WASN'T me. You are lower than me in all facets of life. Social, economics, wrestling ability, attractiveness, you name it I'm better than you. Yet as a good Queen my heart sang for you. I let you keep the title when I came back to GHW out of the goodness of my heart, despite all your transgressions against me. See, Dustin Dud, that is why GHW will be such a wonderful place under my rule. I will give completely unworthy miscreants, like yourself and, yes fine LOLSCALLY too, championship title shots. Multiple ones. Heck, it would work out for me too, because each week I'll have a quick warm up match before actually competing against worthy opponents come pay per view time."

Wolverina gets within striking distance of Delta. Respecting her talents with ropes and legs, the King of the Deathmatch goes on guard, a set of poker faces shared between the two.

"But I picked up on your sarcasm. You aren't here to give me the simple 'Thank You' that I deserve, or to mend the fence, you want a crack at the GHW Championship. I am a good and just Queen, so I will give you two options. 1 - We go to the middle of the ring, where you will then stick your head between your legs and kiss your ass goodbye as I Super Kick you all the way back to the Florida Wafflehouse you were fired from. 2 - You leave the ring, taking your 7 dollar replica belt with you, and fetch Metal Dragon a beer - errand boy."

Already sensing a fight brewing, Haven jumps to the center of the ring and undoes her black jacket top, then tosses it and the GHW Championship aside.

TBCB Delta or anyone else.

[Dustin Delta]

The supposed Queen of Lies stands in the limelight in a fighting stance, but the eyes of Dustin Delta stay focused on the GHW Championship, which is sent flying across the ring and through the ropes, falling down to the dusty ringside floor. Wolverina's irises focus and her fists tighten, waiting for Dustin to make some kind of move, to speak, to throw the first punch - really, to do just about anything. Yet Double D seems to not mind her existence. His eyes stand their ground, locked on the fallen gold plate of the coveted and honored GHW Championship. While he could not tell whether or not it was a replica, or if Wolverina had stolen the real thing, something had struck a chord. Wolfie realizes that Delta doesn't seem to intend to throw a strike, so she picks up her microphone again.

"What's the matter, Dustin Dumbass? Too sc--"

"Don't you dare say a god damned word."

The tension is almost tangible, and the Cutie Cornhusker is taken aback in shock by Delta's abrupt interruption. Wolverina attempts to muster some response to preach her offended and disrespected feelings as Dustin swings his legs over the top rope and steps down from the apron to ringside, recovering the championship which was tossed aside. He holds the glamorous gold in his hands, protectively, and then slowly tilts his head to the right and upwards, his devastated eyes meeting the frame of Wolverina in the squared circle. Delta takes a deep breath, and extends his knees so he can stand. With the world championship in hand, he brings the microphone to his lips.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Absolutely noth-"

"No, I'm serious. Does anything at all register in your head? Or is too cluttered by your own ego's disastrous mess?"

The audience, although supporting the King of Hearts, falls silent as his voice and facial expression is now infused anger. He hops up to the ring apron, and through the ropes, confronting the Queen of Lies. Holding up the GHW title, he points to it for emphasis as he continues.

"This has been my dream, for years. To hold the absolute apex of professional wrestling, the GHW Championship, in my hands. This is everything I've reached for, this is my life's goal. And not only do you dishonor it's name by stealing it or creating some elaborate replica, and strutting about as if you've earned it, but you just toss it aside as if it's a worthless piece of shit? No. Wolverina, the only piece of shit here is every word that is spewed from your wretched mouth. Acting as if this is yours, calling me and AJ Scally miscreants, saying that everybody here is unworthy! They made you. If they weren't around, if they didn't spend their hard-earned money on a television provider and on tickets to shows like these, there would be now Glory and Honor Wrestling. There'd be no GHW Championship. There'd be no AJ Scally. There'd be no Dustin Delta. There'd be no Ryan Hughes. No Metal Dragon, No Dominick Santiago, No Stone Orchard...And most importantly, no Wolverina. You're only able to 'rule', as you so fondly and wrongly believe that you do, because they're here. And you treat them like drudges to kiss your feet."

Delta begins to shake his head in disapproval. The self-entitled champion seems almost traumatized, and she tries to swipe her title belt back from Double D, but with twitch reflexes, he takes two steps back and hoists the GHW Championship over one shoulder. With his other arm, he extends it forward to fend her off if she tries to make another move.

"No. You don't get this. I'm not done yet."

"You want to talk about errand boys? Good, 'cause you sure do know plenty about them. See, when I helped Metal Dragon on that shadowed day in Eagle Vision Professional Wrestling, there's a few things I'd like to make very clear. Firstly, I was hardly an errand boy when Metal Dragon was right there with me. Secondly, I regret what I did. I don't rewatch tapes of that moment and smile, chuckle proudly. Not in the slightest. But third, and most importantly, I didn't hide behind a mask and a vernacular. See, you say this Deathmatch Championship isn't mine? You say you never lost it? Wolverina, you never won it. Let's talk errand boys, Wolfie. As I recall, my title defense was scheduled to be a Sawmill Deathmatch - the only deathmatch stipulation I had never won in before, first instance being against Matthew Violence in H-Games - against the Prince of Hardcore, Shawn Dreamer. But suddenly, I was caught off guard, as was Shawn, when The Masked Marauder entered the bout. And only a few nights after he won, via the element of surprise and better preparation, we learned that he was actually Matthew Cassady. Let's dissect this, Wolverina, shall we?"

"Your greed led you to force your younger brother to learn Arabic, train to be a professional Fighty fighty person to have a match with two of the best in the Deathmatch division at the time, and then, after his moment of triumph, you make him hand what he earned over to you. If that's not a bitchy little errand boy, I don't know what is. But, point being, not only are you a hypocrite for calling me Metal Dragon's errand boy, but you never earned the Deathmatch Championship. So, how could you ever lose it?"

Although he was proud of himself for creating a stable argument and raising a valid point, the expression on Dustin's face remains stagnant ever since his blood seemed to boil due to Wolverina's blatant disrespect of the GHW Championship. The Queen of Lies scrunches her nose, and now agitation begins to run across her profile. Dustin takes a half-step away from her, and continues.

"It's almost in your nature to take things that aren't yours, huh? First the King of the Deathmatch Championship, and now Santiago's GHW Championship? Me and Dominick may not always seem eye to eye, but he's done everything to keep this, and you think you can come out here and play pretend? He lost this because Ryan Hughes was such a selfish prick as to knock out a hot commodity on the rise, steal a Golden Ticket, and kick Dominick in the head after he fought Ollie Jay to keep it. Not only did he have to deal with that, but he had to defeat Ryan Hughes, the Mancunian Mastodon himself, to take back what was rightfully his. You? You lose a battle and then act like a patron saint. But speaking of our nature, you say it's in my nature to have a hall of mirrors worth of different personas? Well, like a reflection in a hall of mirrors, while perspective shifts, there is a constant. I may say some things in one persona that could be questionable or disrespectful, but no matter how my views change and what manner of speech I have, whether sarcastically, humorously, like Lewis Carroll, or whatever... I'm always the same person at heart. No matter the moniker in front of it, I'm always Dustin Delta. I'll always be Dustin Delta, I am Dustin Delta, I've always been Dustin Delta. The same can't be said for you. Because Wolverina couldn't be more different than Haven Cassady. Haven Cassady is kind-hearted, appreciative, beautiful, hard-working, humble, and has my respect. Wolverina is a greedy cunt who steals everything she gets. I said I regret what I did alongside Metal Dragon. And I do. Not because Wolverina harbored a grudge on me ever since, but because I lost a friend in Haven Cassady. But, then again, I'm not the only person who lost Haven Cassady. No, Wolverina, you got rid of Haven Cassady. And whatever you've become now is atrocious."

"I may have my flaws, too. But I attempt to fix them. And I'd like to think that I can do a decent job. But Wolverina, you keep lying to yourself and by doing that, you push Haven deeper into the rabbit hole and salvage more internal conflicts from the pool of tears, letting them roam free inside whatever Wonderland takes up your soul - there's Alice for you. But Wolfie, I'll be damned if I don't do anything I can until the day I die, to make sure that this - "

The Sleepwalker raises the shoulder with the GHW Championship slung over it, to clarify what exactly he was referring to.

" - Is never yours."

'Alice' makes a quick exit through the ropes and down to ringside, both championships - his and the one Wolverina believed was hers - still with him. "Mama" by My Chemical Romance begins to play during his departure. The Cutie Cornhusker throws a tantrum in the squared circle, losing her composure as Double D makes his way to the locker room, looking to return the GHW Championship to it's rightful owner and to escape the queendom he'd be no subject to.

[Jaggeroth's wench.]

Wolverina gives chase best she can, but Double D had too much of a jump on her despite her unrivaled speedy feet. She almost rips the curtain from the entrance structure as she makes her way backstage. A brave cameraman follows the vile vixen as she screams out with the same anguish and volume of a woman giving birth. Everything about the Cutie Cornhusker changes, her face now contorted in a ugly, inhuman like snarl. Ugly, very ugly. Fighty fighty persons and back stage personnel alike screech to a halt, petrified at the almost demonic like lady in their midst. She begins to point at them one by one, seeing Dustin Delta's face in all of them, her voice once again blasting out with rage to give the thief a piece of her mind.

"I did what I had to do! Those sexist pigs in the back told me I'd never be KOTDM champion because of my gender. WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?"

She slams a small referee into a nearby wall and bars her forearm against his throat.

"I beat Santiago and he knows it."

Haven drives her forehead into the man's face, sending him to the floor immediately with a small gash opened on the bridge of his nose. People begin to scatter as the Queen of Queens storms down the corridor, kicking and throwing things. Then, in a instant, she stops dead in her tracks. The insane outburst from earlier, and the look of pure evil etched upon her face, is now suddenly gone. Replacing it is a look of serenity. Miss Cassady smiles and walks a few more feet to her dressing room door. The GodQueen pulls out her key and unlocks it, then swings it open and walks in with her arms outstretched as though to hug a waiting person. Trailing in behind her is the cameraman, who comes to a shocked halt as the scene before him is truly odd. The room is covered with scores upon scores of the GHW Championship. Haven had used her immense riches to get the same GHW Championship made over and over and over again. The camera pans the room, making sure to get all of the scene in.

Fuzz: OH.... MY..... GOD... what the hell? She's cloned our prestigious GHW Championship. There's gotta be at least 100 in there.
Big Al: Somebody get the straight jacket.

The camera finally comes to a stop on Wolverina sitting in a chair. Held tight to her chest is one of the GHW Championships. To add to the bizarre turn of events, Haven begins to rock back and forth with it, her eyes gazing out at nothing in-particular, with a bright little smile joining in.

"I'm the GHW Champion..... I'm the GHW Champion.... I'm the GHW Champion...."

EOT

[Nikki]

HOLY SHIT! This whole thing was amazing. Certainly one of the best things I've read on here in a long, LONG while. Wow, brilliant!