Wolverina vs Santiago (GHW Championship)

[Jaggeroth's wench.]

The hype is over. The Wolfie-Santiago video package has run its course, and the promos for the next GHW events have made their mark. While that was happening, though, the crew at GHW were busy emplacing the huge castle in front of the entrance way, and it looks like this:

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Coors stands dead center of the ring, his clothes more upscale (black suit with red tie) than normal given the magnitude of tonight's event and upcoming super-match between Wolverina and Dominik Santiago. The fans hush as he brings the mic to his little stoner lips.

Coors: Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the GHW Championship Match!

The announcement and subsequent bell ringing sends the fans into a mad frenzy.

Fuzz: Man this is giving me goosebumps. This is going to be huge, so huge!
Big Al: I have them too, Fuzz! These two do nothing but put on amazing matches, steal the show and leave their heart and soul in that very ring every single time. Plus, they hate each other, like really bad, so that makes the berry even sweeter.
Matt: And tonight one will leave with the GHW Championship. A betting man would put his chips on Dom, but I just don't know. This is a tough one for me to call, and usually that's not the case when Dom is in a match.

Coors: It is scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit. Introducing first the challenger, hailing from Blair, Nebraska, she stands 5'8" tall and weighs in tonight at none of your damn business. She is the 5-time holder of the TV title, former King of the Deathmatch Champion, Former multi-time Tag Team Champion, and NeXus 5 finalist... she is YOUR princess.... WOOOOLLLVERINA!

The commentators are quickly hushed up by the lights dimming down half way and the Honor-Tron coming to life showing scenes of Dom's atrocities over the years. Coinciding with it, some slow, dreary music begins to play, while Wolverina's honeyed voice comes over the speakers with a tone of conviction to it.



"In one monumental battle tonight, all of Dominik Santiago's transgressions against me and others shall be visited upon him ten fold. His cunning tongue which he has used deviously to fool my people shall be cut from his mouth and fed to the wildlings. This I decree as Queen. Verily I say unto you, my peoples, I shall be beaten, broken, bloodied, mangled and ripped apart at the hands of the Assassin, yet even so my will shall be steadfast and my resolve strengthened. I will not be cut off from my glory, for my destiny has been set in motion. I shall smite the dragon that threatens my throne, even if it is required of me to martyr myself in the name of justice. Wrongs shall be righted. Order shall be restored in my Queendom. Tonight, the reckoning is upon us Dominik Santiago. Tonight justice will seize the land, destroy all you hold dear, and make a mockery of your legacy. Lord of the Flies, behold my karmatic powers. I come to you tonight laden with anger, seething with vengeance. Tonight I will ruin your legacy, and take from you which you so belove. For I am karma's righteous hand of justice. I am the heart of the land, the soul of glory and honor. I am now and ever will be the Queen of Queens, the purity of justice, an all encompassing power from which there will be no hope, no mercy, and no escape."

The eerie theme continues after the regal words have been spoken, casting a shroud of sweet suspense over the masses. All eyes and heads stay fixated on the ramp, where the castle remains with no movement found. Then, suddenly, the door or "drawbridge" of the structure begins to slowly move until it's flush against the top of the ramp. When it connects, the woman of the hour shows herself to a roof blowing mixed reaction. Keeping with the Queendom theme, she is decked out in a pink and gold Queen's robe and a gigantic crown befitting a Queen of Queens... which she is. As the fans battle-chant, the People's Princess stands motionless whilst surveying the landscape and taking it all in. Then, with a simple move of the shoulders, the robe drops from her to the floor and she throws the crown behind her. Underneath her get-up is her American Gladiatoress attire.



Simultaneous with her actions, a huge multi-layered pyro show explodes behind her, mainly consisting of golden and pink color themes. The crowd reacts with a mega eruption of cheers at the extravagant means of her entrance on this night, making them feel that maybe, just maybe this is special and that a title change is imminent. To add to their speculation, Papa Roach and some members of his crew emerge from behind the walls of the castle while singing Wolverina's main theme live...



With the atmosphere changing to that of a high tempo rocking out vibe, so to does Wolverina. The Nebraskan tosses her arms up in her trademark pose, her tightly toned muscles bulging and flexing under the bright lights. She belts out the loudest, most crazed she-wolf howl ever heard from her, before darting forth in her usual super energetic romp to the ring. Around and around she goes along with Papa Roach, tagging hands, hugging fans, and kissing little boys and girls on the cheek, until at last her lap around the ring is complete. Wolfie makes it to the ring steps and gives Papa Roach a quick hug before climbing them and entering into the squared hell with tremendous poise and confidence. Once more she pumps the crowd up with her pose and howl, before finally retreating to her corner as her musical guest leaves and the lavish entrance is complete.

TBCB Dom

[Dominik Santiago]

Wolverina stands in the middle of the ring, radiating with distinct confidence and self-assurance in herself, and her capabilities. If she had any jitters or nerves, she was hiding them well, appearing as if spoiling for a fight. And this would be the biggest fight of her career thus far; she was about to take on arguably one of the biggest legends in Glory and Honor Wrestling History. With her fists balled, the challenger remained staring up the ramp, the chirping and cheering of the crowd bouncing off her aura, falling on deaf ears. The Nebraskan was too entranced in the moment - a moment that would define the rest of her wrestling career. The arena lights suddenly begin to dim, as the Butcher-Tron flickers to life. A quiet hush falls over the arena, all eyes trained at the thousands of pixels that begin to form an image on the large screen, holding the spectators in captivity.

The feed fades in from black, while the opening riff of "Cardiff" by Stone Sour plays, beginning what appears to be a video package. A figure is shown in the black and white production; it belong

s to Dominik Santiago, whom is backstage in one of the hallways, his back leaning against the wall, his head titled down, blond hair covering his face. As the first cycle of the riff passes, the Assassin lifts his head, beginning to march down the hallway. Around his waist sits the GHW Championship, which he grabs with his hands, slightly pushing back a trench coat that shrouds his body. As the first line begins he stops mid-stride, his eyes closing, a nostalgic expression plastered on his mug...

"This fluid feels like pain."
Dominik is seen walking down the ramp, surrounded by the teaming masses of humanity that make up the capacity crowd.
"This stoic mood is all in vain."
Dom enters the ring, standing in the near corner as images of past opponents quickly manifest and fade.
"I reach into the dark. I tear the sun and me apart."
Dominik is seen collapsed on the ropes, his face a crimson mask, blood flowing profusely, like a river from cuts and gashes on his mug.
"How many years ago."
Referees assist Dom up the ramp, an official hanging under each arm, carrying his carcass like dead weight.
"How many deaths I can't let go. My flesh is temporary, my God extraordinary..."
A quick shot of fans, most holding their mouths in shock, expressions of horror painted on their faces.
"You.. can't.. kill.. MY... MIND"
Dominik breaks free from the referees, collapsing at the top of the ramp. He digs his fingers into the steel, before mustering up enough energy to stand. He tosses an arm into the air pridefully, sending the crowd into a frenzy, the patrons waving signs and cheering proudly.

Dom opens his eyes, bringing the trip down memory lane to an end. He hisses to himself, and takes a breath, his eyes looking downward at the fifteen pounds of gold sitting around his abdominal region. He closes them once more.

"A man delivered..."
Santiago is seen receiving a Leg Drop from Hayden Hardkore, as the Kiwi freefalls from a 10 foot ladder.
"Can never make his way in darkness."
Dominik is captured in a Leg Lock applied by Mighty Man Millson, the pain shooting throughout his injured limb, every fiber in his being begging him to quit.
"I know tonight will end...
Santiago crashes down onto the concrete floor, a sensation of broken bones cascading down his body from a Jaggeroth suplex.
But I won't give this life away again."
Dominik pins Hardkore, makes Millson tap out, and locks Jaggeroth in a casket as the line ends. The Assassin hoists the GHW Championship into the air, winning the Tyrant Roullete's Match at Full Circle.

*The first guitar solo commences*
The scene shows Freebird McCoy, the Assassin's rival, before displaying shots from their series of matches that dominated GHW, and multitude of punishment Santiago endured. Dominik receives a thunderous steel chair shot, his cranium denting the blue seat. Then a shot from the steel stairs, the steps opening up a tremendous scar on his forehead. And then a Spine Buster on the floor, leaving a pained expression on his face as he lies sprawled. Next shows Dominik and McCoy falling off the top rope in a Full Nelson Suplex, with Santiago's head and neck landing awkwardly on the mat with a thud. Next is a Death Valley Driver that sends Dominik crashing into the guardrail. The final shot is Santiago kneeling with the GHW Championship held closely, in front of a defeated Freebird McCoy, as the next verse begins.

"Sifting through this same debris"
German Suplex to Shane Roberts.
Oh, my Father, call to me
Double Arm DDT to Freddy Muerte, driving his head through a mirror.
"This smoke is in my blood.
A weedwacker ravages Freddy's stomach, incapacitating him.
"This home is just no good."
Dominik stands at the apex of the ramp once more, an assortment of staples and glass shards sticking out of his forehead. He wears them like badges of honor.

"Save me from my bitterness."
Dominik and Nicholas Carson stand eye to eye. Next they trade punches, and chairshots. Now they are both bloodied.
"Give me up, I did my best."
Santiago lies on top a barded wire board, the wires piercing his flesh, eliciting screams of agony.
"Shock this system full of shit."
Dominik crashes through a wooden table, courtesy of a Chokeslam. The splinters prick his skin, as he lies interred in a wooden grave.
"Lock this fucker lost in it."
Dom and Carson fall off the apron in a Samoan Drop, falling through fluorescent lighttubes and onto a ladder.
"You.. can't.. kill.. MY... MIND"
Nicholas Carson hangs from a noose, answering for the sins and atrocities he's committed. Dominik holds up the King of the Deathmatch Championship, his white body covered in red, winning the 2011 H-Games.

"A man delivered can never...
Make his way in darkness..."
Santiago and Millson stand in the ring, as a Steel Cage descends from the ceiling.
"I know tonight will end."
Santiago assaults Triple M with a kendo stick, red lines being tattooed onto his flesh.
"But I won't give this life away...
But I won't give this life away again."
Santiago lies on top a smashed trash can. His spine broken by a Vertical Suplex.

"A man surrendered can never...
Find his own forgiveness."
Dominik scrapes the ring with his finger tips, the expression on his face, one of a tortured soul as he lies on the receiving end of an Ankle Lock, the aforementioned limb on the brink of being snapped.
"I know my life will end."
Dominik plummets from the 15 foot cage, crashing and burning on the canvas.
"But I won't give tonight away...
I won't give tonight away again"
Dominik stands with the KOTDM Championship around his shoulder, his fingertips holding onto the cage wall, staring through the grating and into the horizon.

*The second guitar solo begins*
The scene shows Santiago and Barta Bull trading shots. Bull and Santiago crash into the gaurdrail, courtesy of a Russian Legsweep, the security barrier testing the fortitude of each competitor. Next, Santiago scores with a Fisherman Brainbuster, burying Barta's face into the canvas. Then, Santiago and Barta have a fist fight on the top rope before the two leap off in a Swinging Neckbreaker, landing with their necks and spines bending over the ring ropes. Next is the cashing of the Golden Ticket, followed by Santiago and Ryan Hughes standing face to face as a refresher line comes in.

"This fluid feels like pain."
Ryan Hughes spears Santiago off the ring apron. The land awkwardly on the padded floor.
"This ruin feels like rain."
Dominik receives a BFK2H from Ryan Hughes, his cranium dented by the sole of the Englishman's massive boot.
"I reach into the past."
Santiago delivers the Cerebral Buzzkill. Hughes locks Dom into the Batman Lock.
"My future's fading fast."
SKO to Hughes for the win. Dominik raises the GHW Championship.

The Tron suddenly shuts off, meanwhile the next verse comes in...

"How many years ago..."
"How many I let go..."
The tron comes back to life, showing Wolverina standing over Santiago, holding the GHW Championship.
"My flesh is all I have...
My face is happenstance."
Santiago is carried up the ramp once more, bandages and wraps covering his forehead and his abdomen. As he reaches the top of the ramp he breaks away from the referee's and medical staff aiding him, collapsing to his knees. Dominik struggles to his feet, and standing on bucked, weakened legs, stares into the crowd. He slowly begins marching toward the back, pushing through the curtains.

"This smoke is in my blood."
Santiago opens his eyes, his pupils gazing at an image of himself, a former shell of himself, battered, bruised and bloodied. The image continues its trek, plodding heavier and heavier, until it nears the GHW Champion.
"This life is not enough..."
The two Santiagos stand face to face, eye to eye, intensity burning in the eyes on one, pain held in the pupils of the other.
"This life is not enough..."
The two collide, Santiago embracing his past as shots of his greatest moments and greatest failures are rapidly displayed - his battle with Metal Dragon in a Triple Tables Match, a Tapei Deathmatch with Matthew Oliveira, a Steel Cage with Brian Commonwealth, the horrors endured in three different NeXus Deathmatches, the Hardcore Games, falls from ladders, crashes through tables, barbed wire bats, lighttube and splitting maul shots and among other things...
"This life is not enough...."

Dominik places his hands upon the centerpiece of the GHW Championship. His eyes close as he inhales. When he opens his eyes back to the world, the sound fades, and he steps through the curtains.

Jennings: "That gave me chills."
Mulligan: "Everything these two have worked for have brought them to this point. One of these superstars is going to live on, as an immortal."
Oliveira: "And the loser, an afterthought on this historic night."

The Butcher-Tron cuts off, leaving the atmosphere in the arena electric, as some fans cheering tumultuously in anticipation for the arrival of the challenger, others hold a quiet eagerness. Wolverina begins limbering up, pulling on the ropes and stretching her limbs as the arrival of her opponent drawls nears. She continues to hold her resolved, confidence expression, not looking one bit intimidated. And if she was it wouldn't make a difference; there was no turning back from this point. She sealed her fate when she Super Kicked the champion at Total Carnage, and tonight would determine what the outcome of that transgression would be.
We would soon find out, as the lights in the arena black out entirely, with the exception of the Butcher-tron, and the flashing of phones held by the patrons in attendance. If not already standing, the crowd rises to their feet, a strum of the guitar, and drums, followed by the energetic riff begins playing, as Decyfer Down's "Crash" begins blaring over the P.A. system. After the short stint of guitar work, the first verse commences, meanwhile the Butcher-tron flickers to life, showing a montage that display Dominik Santiago throughout his career.

"Feel the pressure, let it go
Feel the pressure, let it go.""You try to buy some time
Can't read the signs or the reasons why
Every single time I could drive in blind
Can't make up my mind
I know I'm gonna find my way out"

The song had kicked in, with lead vocalist TJ Harris' voice resonating throughout Boston. The vignette on the tron transitions to Dom's normal video package, showing high impact and trademark moves, Brain Damage, Cerebral Buzzkill, SKO's, all maneuvers he intends to use against his newest rival. The velvet curtains slowly part, the crowd immediately explodes into applause as the holder of the wrestling industries biggest prize emerges. His face remains still, his natural, cold blue eyes gazing at his feet, the glimmer in his pupils slightly faded, and deteriorated due to an overuse of cannabis, and other drug usage. An ominous cloud hangs over him, a month's worth of frustration and unquenched anger burning deep from within, going back to as far as Total Carnage. The cheers, and applauding of the crowd hit him quickly, carving their mark into the center of his brain. His eyes gradually rise, his vision being pointed toward the ring, inhabited by the brash, Nebraskan who receives the glare. Wolverina merely wrings her neck, as if begging the champion to 'bring it on'. The Californian smiles before lowering his head, pondering about the voyage he was about to embark on. The sounds of the arena are blocked out, time slowing down as he can only hear the prevailing sound of his heartbeat as it reverberates through his eardrums. The only thing he's focused on is the woman staring at him mere feet away. The moment is crystallized in his brainpan, the picturesque moment of two superstars mentally preparing themselves for tremendous combat, and the right to hold their companies top prize. This long moment of contemplation finally comes to a cease, as the damped head of the Lord of the Flies is forcefully raised to the heavens, whilst his arms are raised and crossed overhead, forming his signature 'X' taunt, his pose sending the arena into a pandemonium of cheers.

Charlie Coors: "And her opponent, standing at six feet, two inches tall, weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds... Hailing from Hollywood, California, the man known as the "The Assassin", and "The Lord of the Flies"... and the "GHW ICON"....he is the GHW CHAMPION...DOMINIK SANTIAGO!!!"

"Crash you're going down without a sound
And I'll pass you up before I explode
Breaking until I'll see it through
You won't keep me down when I crash through you

"Santiago is hiding his nerves well. He knows Wolverina is ready to step into the limelight. He knows this is the end."
"Dominik has never been nervous about anything in his life Al. And he won't start tonight. He's a fighting champion, he'll leave it all out in that ring tonight."
"And so will Wolverina, which gives this match character, and the potential to be a great one on one contest. And it will be, and I know I'm right..."

Santiago is dawning black tights, with two thick red lines running down the legs, a white star with "SKO" in red plastered in the middle sitting at the thighs. They are complimented with black boots, with red laces. The Matthew Oliveira esque white wrist tape concealed his writs and hands. The challenger is going shirtless, displaying the odd tapestry of tattoo work inked across his torso, back, and shoulder, and faded scars which shine in the limelight, flesh memories of a plethora of ultraviolent matches. He finally begins his stride to the ring, pandering to the fans, slapping their hands and acknowledging their existence.

"So here we are right now.
This is our time to cross this line.
Every single time I could drive in blind.
Can't make up my mind
I know I'm gonna find my way out"

Santiago makes his way to the ring steps and stops, pausing momentarily, mentally telling himself that tonight would be the last time he would ascend them without a championship wrapped around his waist. With a sudden burst of energy he quickly runs of the stairs before climbing the turnbuckle. From his perch he surveys the arena, the crowd still going insane, prompting him to pound his chest, further playing up to them.

"Crash you're going down without a sound
And I'll pass you up before I explode
Breaking until I'll see it through
You won't keep me down when I crash through you
I'll crash through you, yeah"

Santiago climbs down the turnbuckle, dropping into the ring. His gaze is on his foe, staring into his smoldering soul. Hughes returns the favor. In one another they see what wrestling is supposed to be about, everything that embodies true competition, embodies Glory and Honor Wrestling. The ambition, the drive, the determination to be the champion and recognized as the best in their line of work. Smiling, the Assassin motions to the crowd, suggesting Wolverina listen; listen to the audience's vociferous cheers, and the fact that they are one hundred percent behind the former champion and his quest to reclaim his belt.

"Hear me out, I'm never backing down
I'm never backing down
Hear me out, I'm never backing down
I know you're going down

Crash you're going down without a sound
And I'll pass you up, I'm not gonna crash
And burn away, I'll rise today
You won't break me down when I crash through you"

"To state the obvious, his will be a career defining moment for both competitors."
"Wolverina will either become the first female to win the big gold belt in GHW, or Santiago will continue his dominance."
"History is going to be written here, by Nebraska's favorite daughter, and California's favorite son. You "

"I'll crash through you
I'll crash through you
I'll crash through you

Feel the pressure, let it go
Feel the pressure, let it go
Feel the pressure, let it go

Hear me out, I'm never backing down
I'm never backing down"

The music slowly fades out. The challenger hooks her arms back on the ropes and bounces on them a few times, both limbering and psyching hersel up. She paces in place, 'SKO' chants beginning to build, impossible to not hear, even more impossible to drown out. But she attempts to, attempts to block out those thousands of chants backing the four time Heavyweight Champion. As the sounds of the GHW lifeblood reverberate throughout the arena, the challenger and champion approach one another, their trashtalk impossible to discern due to the bedlam of noise surrounding them. Wolverina motions around her waist, promising a title change, while the champion merely nods his head in a sarcastic, defiant fashion, almost as if to say 'over my dead body'. From this point afterward the referee separates them, before conducting searches for weapons, patting down both superstars. Afterward he calls for the bell.

The bells sounds thrice, and we are immediately underway, as the Assassin and the People's Princess lock up in a collar and elbow tie up.

TBCB Wolverina

[Jaggeroth's wench.]

As expected, Santiago uses his strength advantage to push her into the corner, where he keeps her pressed against the pads to show her who's boss early on. If that wasn't enough to enlighten her, the fist he draws back surely will. Dominik fires it at her, looking to serve up a long over due beat down to his adversary, but the quicker-than-a-hiccup challenger evades it with eye popping speed. Traversing to his back while the punch sails harmlessly through the air, the GodQueen smacks him lightly in the back of the head, then shoves him disrespectfully before back pedaling to the center of the ring. The Lord of the Flies spins around swiftly, his oculars protruding from their sockets as he realizes she just punked him out in very unbecoming manner. What surprises him even more is the scene before him. Haven stands there with her hands at chest level, palms facing downward, fingers wiggling in sarcastic Scott Hall like "Oh I am so so scared of you" fashion. He points at her threateningly, a sneer forming on his visage as he utters something not picked up by the nearest camera. Miss Cassady returns a smug look and motions for him to try the Elbow Collar Tie Up again. Dom obliges and once more forces her back, although this time finding sincere resistance from his pretty opponent, as if she is actually trying to match power-for-power with him. Upon hitting the buckles again, the mega-quick Nebraskan weasels free and pokes her head and torso through the top and middle ropes, using the rules of the match to halt the schemes formulating in the twisted mind of the Assassin.

Fuzz: Brilliant work by the GodQueen. She's using the rules to her advantage so Dominik can not get things going.
Big Al: You see brilliance, I see a coward. She's hid her fear well for over a month now, but the moment that bell rung and she looked in those cold blue eyes of the Assassin, she knew she was doomed.
Matt: One sees brilliance, the other cowardice but in the end I'll go with something in the middle. She knows what the role of a hero is and knows that Dominik, tonight's hero, will not take the low road such as a disqualification even though he would retain the title if he did so.

The fans as well as the Champion are infuriated by the cowardly antics of the Queen, a woman whom they all thought would battle fist for fist and foot for foot. At the ref's urging, Dom reluctantly moves away, cursing himself silently for becoming a "face". The People's Princess observes her foe intently, never taking her eyes off him for even a fraction of a second as he moves further and further away. Finally, she saunters to the center of the circled square once more, ignoring the teeming masses of non believers as she beckons for the legend to lock horns for the third time in as many minutes. The One Man Thesaurus lunges hungrily toward her, his arms outstretched with glad happy hands eagerly anticipating the neck wringing to come. What greets him isn't another lock up, but a big wad of spit which gets in his eyes and nasal passages. The distasteful tactic sends him in retreat, wiping frantically at his eyes. The turn of events has left him off guard and Wolverina takes full advantage. Closing in rapidly, a crazy idea strikes the Queen of Queens. She lifts her foot up and sends it out, like a projectile from the barrel of a gun, unveiling her trademark Goodness Gracious Super Kick early.

Wolfie isn't the only one with quick reflexes, though. The Count of Cannabisco catches her foot not with his chin but with his hands, causing her to hop up and down in place. The classic caught-red-handed expression forms over Haven's beautiful face as she continues to hop and beg for leniency that isn't to come. Santiago, assuming two can play at this game, forcefully pushes her leg away, coercing the Nebraskan into a 360 degree spin. When she comes to face him off balanced, the Californian has a Three Quarter Face Lock ready and waiting. For a fleeting moment the crowd ignites, thinking that the SKO is all but signed, sealed and delivered. Distressed, Haven quickly pushes on his back and pulls away with all her mighty mouse might, finagling herself from his diabolical grasp a split second before it's too late. Liberated from her captivity, the Queen of the Universe hits the deck and rolls out of the ring hastily, with a look of profound relief etched on her countenance. GHW's clientele in the seats really let her have it, as she passes them by while waving her finger "no no no" at her seething nemesis inside the hellish battleground of wood, wire and canvas. A few of the fans get on her nerves, mainly the ones bringing up her repeated rapes at the hands of Jaggy and Vladimir, as she soaks up as much of the ten count as possible.

Fuzz: What a breathtaking exchange between the two. We came so close to seeing the premature end to this epic encounter.
Big Al: It's just a matter of time, Collin. Dommy was a nanosecond away from plunging her into the abyss with that SKO, and this match is less than 5 minutes old. It's coming, Fuzz, we will see the SKO in all its devastating glory!
Matt: The same can be said of Haven's Super Duper Kick. She also came within a nanosecond of delivering it. I tell you what though, jaw jacking with the fans in the biggest match of your life isn't going to bring you closer to that 40 pounds of gold. Haven needs to focus out there.

Tired of the sex siren's shenanigans outside, the Hollywood Elite disembarks the ring and gives chase, rounding corner after corner with her like he's Tom chasing Jerry in a old cartoon. Of course, he gets nowhere close to catching the former track and field star, which causes him to grow frustrated as she suddenly darts inside the ring. Willing to eat a few blows to get the action back in the confines of the squared circle, Dominik blindly rolls in after her, only to be made a fool of by the Cornhusker rolling right back out and disappearing under the skirt of the ring. Red faced with fury now, the GHW Champion follows suit and hikes up the apron cloth, but simply bends down to look under it instead of going on a full blown manhunt underneath. A few seconds later the Queen of Extreme emerges adjacent him, on the left side of the ring, and climbs to the top buckle with faster-than-light speed. Santiago, still bent over yelling obsceneties, is clueless to his impending peril, despite the crowd's attempt to alert him of Wolverina's re-appearance.

Solidly behind Dom they may be, but there's no denying the fans excitement when seeing Haven atop the pads. After all, the woman is quite the dare devil, the last real aerial artist, a dying breed. The crazy cutie takes in a deep breath then leaps into the air, like a rocket from its launching point. As she soars forward into the air, gaining an altitude that only a person of her athletic prowess can attain, the flashes from the cameras sparkle across the legendary arena like the kick off to the Super Bowl. The GodQueen belts out a proud "I'M THE QUEEN OF THE WORLD!" as she presses knees to chest, executes a magnificent backflip in mid-air, and lands on Santiago's bent form in a splash position. The impact flattens Dominik prone and sends him into a spasmodic episode. Miss Cassady also suffers from the risky move, having dinged her right side pretty good upon landing. The two languish side by side, each wallowing and nursing their affected areas, as the "HOLY SHIT" chants that have become paramount in GHW rise to roof obliterating volume.

Fuzz: My GOD in Heaven and on earth at the same exact time! What sacrifice! That woman is a big ole bowl full of CRAZY... cute, sexy, graceful crazy! She's breaking out the big stuff early, she's going all out balls or errm ovaries to the wall.
Big Al: It's simply foreplay for Santiago. Kahlan once told me Dom has a sexual fetish where he lets a woman beat him up until she's grown an abundance of confidence, then he rips it away from her by asserting himself and taking back control. I for one believe her, because nobody knows Dom better than Kahlan and vice versa. They were stable mates, you know?
Matt: No shit Sherlock! Umm, but I'm pretty sure all the guys "know" Kahlan about as good as Dominik.... if you know what I mean (elbow nudges Big Al with a little smirk on his face). Be that as it may be, you speak the truth Collin. Wolverina is indeed cray-cray! She's gonna need this devil-may-care attitude in order to survive the night. Just look at this replay.

The instant replay comes on and shows different angles of the spectacular move, before returning to original format. After a long age, and damn near ten count, the gladiators slither into the ring. Haven is first to her feet and shuttles toward the only weapon she needs, the ropes, and rebounds from them with break neck speed. She takes wing again when near him, looking to employ her high impact Cross Body, but it is all for naught. Blotting out the affliction in his back, the Assassin catches her across his chest and holds her there in a tight grip. The People's Princess flails hectically in dismay, a sense of trepidation consuming her as Santiago jogs toward the nearest corner with her in tow. Seeking to out do his challenger spot-for-spot, the One Man Thesaurus runs up the pads, enjoying the ease of movement due to Wolverina's incredibly lightweight frame. Setting out to prove he can also make great things come from the air, the Lord of the Flies completes a full back flip and crashes onto the mat, sandwiching the 150 pound princess between his 235 pound frame and the unforgiving canvas covered pine. The truculent nature of the landing sends Santiago into a bounce off her, while the Cutest of the Cute is left there unmoving, save for the shallow rise and fall of her breasticles.

TBCB Dom.

[Dominik Santiago]

Dominik takes a moment to convalesce, inhaling and burying the air deep into his lungs, as the bout sits tentatively well within his grasp. The Nebraskan slowly slithers away from her tormentor, turning over onto her chest and clawing her way toward the ropes. The Assassin regains a vertical base, powering his way to his feet as his eyes lock scornfully upon his struggling adversary. Santiago approaches his foe, grasping a handful of the Princesses' long black hair, earning a feminine shriek of agony. Upon being coerced to her feet, she turns with an extended finger, plunging the aforementioned protruded limb into the Californian's aperture. The GHW Champion covers his face, his vision effectively impaired by the underhanded tactics employed by his calculating opponent. Even more importantly, Wolverina buys herself some time to clear her thoughts, and devise a new strategy. Taking advantage of the window of opportunity she created, the Nebraskan lowers her shoulder and drives forward, burrowing her shoulder blade into the solarplexus of the champion with a wrenching force. Dominik is pushed back into the corner, the air in his lungs emptied, his energy zapped by the enervating maneuver performed by his antagonist. Now the aggressor, Wolverina stands upright, before pelting him with a series of blistering left and rights, her hatred and enmity being tattooed vehemently into the mug of the champion. The stream of piston like fists continue to rain down on Santiago, until the referee acts willfully, admonishing the People's Princess. The official pulls her back, both subduing and rebuking the former Television Champion, telling her to give Santiago some space.

An exasperated Wolfie glares at the referee before shoving him back, raising a proverbial middle finger toward his authority, expletives being murmured under her breath. She turns her attention back to her foe, quickly charging forward, hell bent on pulverizing the champion into oblivion. Dominik throws his feet up in defense; Wolverina stops mid-stride, halting her own progress in time to capture the GHW Icon's legs. Forced to improvise, Dom pulls his legs inward, before thrusting them back out, the force generated enough to send the former Deathmatch Champion flying back. She rolls backward, her momentum eventually bringing her up to one knee, meanwhile Dominik breaks into a sudden run out of the corner, sending a slight shiver down the expense of the harlot's spine. Wolverina quickly rises up and raises her leg for an attack, giving credence to the notion that the best defense is a great offense. Quick thinking, the shrewd champion catches Wolfie's foot with cupped hands; he stares into her pupils, his magnanimous hatred for Haven Cassady never more apparent then now. Hobbling on one leg she glowers back at him, her lips trembling with antipathy, a contemptuous expression plastered on her face as she stares at the man that represents the final obstacle between her and the top of the mountain. She swings wildly at him, but fails to connect, the Assassin dodging each haymaker attempt with cat like swiftness. On her last leg, both figuratively and literally, she leaps into the air, swinging said leg toward the cranium of the Californian. Dominik ducks, and as Wolverina's body weight shifts along with her position, he spins inward, exploiting her momentum and using it to twist her into the air. She crashes down supinely on the canvas, a tremor of pain shooting throughout her leg, the pervasive burn building in the strained muscle as her hands clamp down on her injured limb. The look on her face is a mixture of pain and apprehension, realizing she may be reduced to one leg, and that her chance of gaining the biggest victory of her career may have been greatly hindered.

"Someone get the wheelchair."
"He just thwarted that Enziguiri with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip. And I'll give credit where credit is due, that was a fantastic counter."
"Which puts Wolverina behind the eight ball so to speak, because that leg will now become a massive target."

Dominik climbs back to his feet, staring down at the ragged form of his adversary. Like a shark sensing blood in the water he seizes Wolverina's leg, despite pleads for mercy from the Nebraskan. With vindictive thoughts running tumultuously through his head, Santiago begins kicking away at Wolfie's quad, looking to further debilitate the muscle on his foe's anatomy. From there he violently pulls back on her leg, both hoping to hyperextend her knee and paving the way for another devastating maneuver. The Lord of the Flies sidesteps, before dropping an elbow across her exposed knee, leaving her entire leg wobbly as it buckles underneath the increased strain piled on by the pugnacious champion. With her leg still in his possession, Santiago regains a full erect height, before strutting in place in a Nature Boy esque fashion. A shockwave of excitement reverberates through the crowd as a number of them rise to their feet. The Assassin quickly executes a Spinning Toe Hold, stepping over the Nebraskan's leg and twisting it inward. As he reaches downward for Wolverina's free leg to complete the infamous submission hold, the Cornhusker leans up, latching onto the GHW Champion's head and dragging him off his proverbial pedestal. In a blur of motion, the muti-time Television Champion coerces Dominik to the canvas before stacking her weight on his chest, pinning his shoulders down onto the canvas, countering with an unexpected Small Package, looking to steal the victory right from under her foe.

"1!"

"2!"

Santiago thrashes his legs out wildly, breaking free from the roll up and escaping the impending jaws of defeat. The momentum of his escape carries the champion to a seated position, whereas Wolverina springs to a vertical base, despite the damage done to her leg. She wastes no time in devising a battle strategy, simply charging impulsively at the GHW Champion who sits on one knee. The four time Heavyweight Champion is unable to protect himself in time, his vulnerability allowing him to be near decapitated by a ravaging Shining Wizard. The challenger steps onto his raises knee and blasts him in the temple with her bent leg, her bone impinging on his cranium and sending him rolling under the bottom rope in a dazed retreat.

"That looked nastier than a chair shot. And I've seen and had my share of chair shots."
"Wolverina is on the prowl now gentleman, the end could very well be near for the Assassin."
"And in his groggy state, he won't even see it coming."

The befuddled champion instinctively grabs onto the ring cables, using them to pull himself up on the apron. His motions spur Wolverina into action, as he advances to his position and reaches over the ropes, grappling him by the head and lending a helping hand to aid him onto his twos. She steps onto the middle rope, before pulling Santiago's arms over the top. With one arm clutched tightly in her grasp she scissors her legs between the middle and top cables, whilst encircling the aforementioned arm, as well as his head. The surrounding masses of humanity react with a pandemonium of cheers, if not for Wolverina, then for the innovative move being executed before their very eyes. Her legs constrict the top of Santiago's neck and arm, using the ropes to apply a tremendous amount of pressure in an effort to prevent the bloodflow to the champion's medulla oblongata. Due to the usage of the ropes, the zebra clad official reprimands the challenger, and threatens to disqualify her. Ignoring the warnings, Wolverina doesn't let up, refusing to relinquish the lateral vascular restraint, a silent defiance being issued at the acting referee. With no choice he begins his five count, one she acknowledges at four, reluctantly releasing the winded champion.

"Wolverina almost cost herself the match there. She needs to maintain her composure."
"I don't see it that way Al. She looked to be taking full advantage of the ropes and the ref's five count."
"That's because she was executing a sound strategy. That Triangle Choke has taken away the champ's breath, giving her the definite upperhand."

Wolverina climbs back to her feet, a confident smirk etched on her face as she ignores further chiding from the official, merely responding with a cold shoulder of indifference. Her focus remains on the battered Assassin, who lies sprawled on the apron; chest panting heavily from the deprivation of air, obviously exhausted and seemingly damp, courtesy of the sweat coagulating on his white skin.

TBCB Wolvie

[Jaggeroth's wench.]

Emboldened by the unanswered offense she's amassed, Wolverina cuts a hot trail toward the padded buckles closest to her rival. On nimble cat feet, she leaps atop them in a single bound and heaves herself at the haughty champion. Still coping from the side effects of that Triangle Choke, the GHW Icon is heedless of Haven's activity until she is bearing down upon him. The Cornhusker's legs spread wide, a sight Dom would normally welcome any other time, and come together in a vice-like grip around his brain-case. A Hurricanrana was in the works but the keen instincts of the legend kick in, sparing him time to adjust. He jumps from the apron before the Nebraskan starts her downturn, using her own motions and momentum against her. Santiago lands on his feet and disposes of his formidable opponent cruelly, spiking her back first onto the black mats that provide little to no support from the slab of concrete below. The Lord of the Flies crumples against the edge of the ring, sucking in much needed air to invigorate himself, his body still reeling from the Nebraskan's onslaught moments ago. Meanwhile, his counterpart lies inert, her arms and legs splayed east and west in what could easily be misconstrued as a sexual pose.

A count of "4" here and "6" there does little to coax the idolized man back into the ring. In lieu of subduing Wolverina enough for the 1-2-3, Santiago chooses the path of vengeance, an emotion that has laid siege to him since Total Carnage. Dominik yanks her up like a rag doll, treating her as a parent would an unruly child, and secures her into a basic Hammer Lock. A hard shove later and the GodQueen comes shoulder-to-steel with the ring post, a gut wrenching sound emitting from the collision. A solitary yelp comes from the gut of Miss Cassady as she recoils from the impact and winds up in her persecutor's clutches once more. Alas, mercifully, she is flung into the squared circle, where the Californian joins her with a truly malevolent presence about him. He stamps her prone then holds her at bay with a boot on her hand, earning a squeal of pain from the sassy princess. His methodical side kicking in, Santiago takes great liberty in stomping her targeted shoulder repeatedly, tendering it up for the submission Kahlan humiliated her with last week in their "I Quit" match. The barrage stresses the ring adjutant's patience, eventually forcing him to step in and usher the champion off her, much to the chagrin of Dom and the riled up fans.

Big Al: This is the Dominik Santiago I know and love. Callus and calculating. He has worked over her leg pretty good, although she seemed to use it quite well with that ill-fated Hurricanrana attempt, and now he is giving her shoulder a good working over.
Fuzz: Not only that, but he's still one step ahead of her. That Power Bomb counter to Wolfie's Hurricanrana was as vicious as they come. Vintage Dominik Santiago tonight. VINTAGE!
Matt: Haven's right shoulder is her weakest link. Jade knifed it and Kahlan utilized a shoulder submission last week to force Haven to do the unthinkable. Santiago is bigger, stronger and a lot more skilled than Kahlan and Jade so if he does something similar this one is in the bag.

His tongue laps his lips in salivation as he peels her from the canvas like she is nothing more than a plaything now. Using the same ease of lift as he has throughout the contest, Santiago lofts her overhead in a Military Press then releases her in front of him. Mimicking the kicking motion of a NFL punter, the Californian slams the top of his pedal extremity into her mangled shoulder as she plummets to the mat, sending her away in a rolling, writhing fit. The GHW Champion stalks the indignant woman, walking a slow, deliberate circle around her as the transgressions she's made against him run amok through his mind. The anger within bubbles over, sending the Assassin into his next rampage. Ripping her up by the scruff of the neck, he drapes her over his shoulder like a damp cloth and plods toward the center of the battlefield, where he abruptly drops to one knee while slamming her shoulder across the jutted patella. A god awful scream from the embattled princess gnaws at the ears of everyone, as she jerks and twists across the canvas as though struck with epilepsy. As she does so, the man who holds so much animosity for her remains kneeling, his eyebrows furrowed down in unimaginable fury. Haven comes to rest against the bottom cable, her young face scrunched up in a mesh of pained wrinkles, the unfathomable pain within her shoulder and arm searing to her very core. Dominik crawls toward her on hands and knees, a wicked grimace dominating his repulsive features, the view of his dramatics seeding despair into the goody two shoes turned she devil. As he nears, she shakes her head protestfully, and belts out verbal objections to him, all but begging for a cease to his overwhelming wrath. His ire can not be contained. The challenger's big blue pools of innocent hope widen with anxiety as she's pulled vertical by her bad arm and dragged from the refuge of the ropes to the center of the ring. The People's Princess knows what is coming. Everyone knows. For once it's not an SKO but an attempt at submission - the ultimate feather in the cap for Santiago if successful. The Cornhusker will be DAMNED if that ever happens again. She is the motherfucking QUEEN, and will not be dissected like a frog in biology class.

Living up to that vow, the GodQueen tugs away with all she's got, an act she will later regret because of a possible dislocation. It pays big dividends for her though. Freed now, she lashes out with her good arm, startling her attacker with a gargantuan Knife Edge Chop that elicits the customary "Woooo!" from the audience. The Queen of the Universe wallops him with another, then another and another. The champion's pectoral region turns a hue of red as pain accumulates across the expanse of it, driving him against the ropes in a combination of agitation and surprise. Almost as soon as the tides of war change, Santiago Karate Chops the foxy female atop the shoulder, somewhat comically, and takes back command as Haven ambles away to give nurse to her joint. Suddenly, the same hair-brain idea that struck her earlier also strikes at the Assassin. The Fly Lord bustles toward her and relieves his foot from the ground, trajecting it toward Wolfie's precious mandible in hopes of shattering her chin right along with her dreams of becoming GHW Champion. The path is stepped clear by the faster-than-a-fish-fart enchantress, the boot smashing into the referee's jaw instead, snapping the hapless zebra-boy to the mat unconscious. Incensed over Dom's try at her own finisher, the GodQueen rushes the ropes behind the Californian and springboards from them, fully intent on making him swallow his own medicine. Her compact little body twirls through the air toward him, her adrenaline in over-drive making all the big bad boo-boos go away. By happenchance, the GHW Icon drifts into perfect position for her and is greeted with a Three Quarter Face Lock for his snafu. Santiago is spooked to death at the thought of being vanquished by his own maneuver, and swiftly takes action. Slithering one arm through the space between Wolfie's arms while wrapping the other around her throat, he is able to coerce her into accompanying him for the ride, treating her to the specialty made famous by the man he never conquered. The tandem plow into the canvas with a tremendous clap, Dom bouncing from prone to supine whilst his opponent flops in reverse order, their sweat drenched frames coming to a torpid rest mere feet from each other.

Fuzz: SKO AND DEATH METAL! I CAN NOT BELIEVE IT! THAT! JUST! HAPPENED!!!!!!!!!!
Big Al: These two have transcended into something else. This is no longer a classic match, this is an all out war. A battle of attrition. They're down, the ref's down. Who can out last the other? I still say Dom, because nobody in the world could have pulled that off.
Matt: Except for my best friend, after all he's done it before. Twice actually. Haven has to have a death wish though; nobody has ever had the audacity to do such a thing to the Assassin. Although it was countered to a degree, she still made him eat that SKO. These two are out of this world. We are witnessing something special!

As the GHW Universe comes to a screeching halt over the griping performances by the gladiators, Dom and Haven, thinking like minded recuperation, elbow crawl their depleted souls to the outside of the ring where they plop to the mats. After a long age and plenty of demands from the on-lookers, the volatile champion rises first. Swaying left and right as he walks, the Assassin comes upon his leading lady near the commentators table. Shouts of warning weigh in from the first row fans, for she has procured a steel chair unseen by the approaching fan-favorite, yet he is too far gone to heed them. He goes to pick up his adversary, but she turns on a dime and swings for the proverbial fences, bashing Santiago's consciousness away with a gunshot like boom that echoes into the bleachers of the arena. The champion is propelled atop the announce table sprawled, looking as though he fell asleep suddenly, Wolverina turning her attention back to the ring itself. Discarding the metallic instrument of devastation, the Cornhukser spaghetti legs her ragged frame onto the ring apron, then slowly but surely wills herself to the highest padded buckle, her back facing the crowd and her unstoppable opponent. Captivation arises as all witness the crazy cutie's voyage; would she dare attempt such a leap of faith? Yes, yes she would.

After a arduous climb, the GodQueen straitens herself out atop the buckle and, defiant as ever, balls up her fist to the back-stabbing masses, save for a single digit stuck in one of the world's oldest salutes. The disrespectful middle finger does nothing to quell their excitement as she squats low and bunches the muscles in her extraordinary legs, before vaulting from her placement so high and far away from her objective. The Gorgeous Graceling screams "I BELIEVE!" as she roars through the air, her body floating into a flawless Moonsault that once again brings about the sparkly flashes. Meanwhile, Dominik, having either played possum or just now waking from his slumber to realize he was up shit creek without a paddle, quickly springs to life. In a hurry, the invincible Assassin reaches his vertical base atop the table and leaps ever so slightly into the air as she speeds toward him like a 150 pound comet. Flaunting his unequaled timing and precision, the GHW Icon meets her in the air, where he wraps his arms around her head in a Three Quarter Face Lock. The feat, thought impossible if one were to have spoke of it beforehand, sends the show-stealing duo through the table with ungodly force, completely destroying it as well as themselves. Per norm, the crowd goes ballistically insane with chants ranging from "SKO! SKO! SKO!" to "Holy Shit!" to "You Just Killed her!", as the men calling the action, now scattered, get caught up in the moment as well.

Fuzz: AHHH! OH (string of expletives) SHIT! HAVEN HAS BEEN ANNIHILATED! SHE IS DEAD. THE WOMAN IS NO LONGER AMONG THE LIVING!
Big Al: I TOLD YOU THE SKO WAS COMING! IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME AND I WAS RIGHT!
Matt: I have seen a LOT of things in my time, but this is just fucking nuts! You just don't know how hard it is to do what Dominik just did, yet the man made it look so easy. Just when I think Santiago can not get any more ruthless, anymore brilliant, he goes and proves me wrong... which is saying something because I'm usually right.
Fuzz: You're absolutely correct Mattie O. This night, June 10th 2012, will live in infamy!
Big Al: No, that spectacular SKO will live in infamy! We can commentate on it all we want, but no words will do it justice, no words can describe what we just saw!
Matt: And with it, we have witnessed the unseating and overthrow of a Queen, for the dragon has breached the castle and has burned it to the ground. Wolverina was a good woman, a great competitor, now may she rest in peace.

TBCB Dom

[Jaggeroth's wench.]

72 hour rule. Plus Dom is Awol. I think he has something going on in his personal life. I am requesting a extension be granted for him if he can not get a post up in time.

Forever and a day passes and Santiago remains buried in the debris alongside his victim. The ring official is still out, preventing the match from ending in lackluster manner of a double countout. The more the time passes, the more antsy the fans become, until they charm the Assassin back to life like a snake charmer would his pet. On lethargic legs the Lord of the Flies sifts through the wreckage until his hand possess the same chair she'd brought to the shin-dig. The Man of a Million Million Dollar Words holds it high in showcase, soliciting a ear-blistering response from his fans, whom have changed the British slogan of "Save The Queen" to "Slay The Queen" for this occasion. A look of sheer malice creases the Champion's face as he retreats to the ring's apron and stands on the edge of it. Not missing a beat, the Lord of the Flies, perhaps gaining a much needed second wind now, jumps from his locale and positions the chair under his feet as though skate-boarding it through the air. As he comes down, the notorious superstar caps things off by double foot stomping the seating tool onto the prone princess's shoulder blades. Wolverina doesn't move a muscle despite being dealt another devastating blow, which gives testimony to how badly hurt she may in fact be.

Fuzz: Damn it, Dom! The woman is beat! There's no need for this. You've proved your point!
Big Al: To you he has, but his mind works on a whole different level. He has vowed to utterly demolish her tonight, and that is exactly what he is doing. To be honest, many feel she may deserve this. I know I do in a way.
Matt: A SKO of epic proportions followed by an Asthma Attack, yeah this one is in the books. This is overkill even by my standards, but when you disrespect a man's legacy like she has, you can expect this sort of punishment. Haven even predicted this for herself.

Dom pulls the dead-weight from the calamity he'd brought upon her, then drags her to the ring and slides her in. Following suit, the Califonian belly crawls on top of her, cocksure that he has it sealed. No ref lay beside them, it was only he and the Queen. Dominik pounds the canvas with his own hand thrice, the crowd chanting along with his cadence, but there would be no ring of the bell nor the glorious announcement of his name as victor. Rolling off his foe vexed more than ever, the One Man Thesaurus throws his hands up to inquire why another referee had not been sent down already. The GHW Icon pulls at his own hair, plucking a strand or two loose as frustration sets in. He snaps his head around to ascertain the zebra-man's whereabouts, and finds him barely moving on the other side of the ring. Seething yet again, the legend checks on the scrawny man, not out of concern but of need. The response given back is not favorable, forcing the Assassin to turn back to his prey as the ref finally stirs. Santiago's oculars burrow out from their sockets amid the sight he never expected to see. Wolverina was tugging herself up with aide of the ropes, her indomitable will flourishing enough to astonish the GHW Champion into a pause. He stands with hands on hips, head shaking, giving off the same vibe that Apollo Creed had when facing Rocky Balboa for the first time. The GodQueen finally departs the cables and throws a few punches, presumably at Santiago, although she only hits the air in front of her. Sporting an evil look, the Lord of the Flies bounds from the ropes with a full head of steam and leaps into the air when nigh to her.

Front flipping through the air, the Assassin's hands reach out to give her some Brain Damage - both literally and figuratively. All of a sudden the People's Princess drops off his radar, flattening herself against the mat as the Hollywood native lands on his derriere empty handed. Dominik's lower back is jolted with pain, enough to freeze him in place with a wince upon his face, leaving himself at the mercy of a woman who has none of it. A mixed reaction surfaces from the audience, as the living embodiment of the Energizer Bunny hits the ropes and speeds back at him. The Nebraskan dips low from behind and flips over the Champion, snagging him by the head and forcing his ugly ass face to almost kiss the mat in front of him. The result of her offense snaps him supine, with a new wave of pain wafting through his lumbar region. Rolling with the momentum she still has, the GodQueen slides under the bottom rope and grabs the same chair that's had a few cameo appearances thus far. However, as she turns back to the ring, the referee, now recovered after a long absence, admonishes her and orders her to release it. A clever thought comes into her mind. Haven tries to enter the ring with it, deliberately making the official confront her and rip it from her grasp. As he turns to hand it off to a ring hand, the Cornhusker reaches into the breast area of her attire, a spot the referee did not feel obliged to check for fear of a sexual harassment claim, and slips a pair of Brass Knuckles upon her hand. These aren't ordinary ones though. She'd spent some of her riches on getting them custom made the color of her own skin, making it very difficult to spot unless one was right up on her balled fist. Miss Cassady plods toward her now standing but staggering adversary and cleans his clock real good with a right across to the cheek, knocking him silly. The Californian drops to the mat like a sack of potatoes and Haven commences to cover, despite the fans now being in a riot trying to clue in the referee to the challenger's tom-foolery.

Fuzz: She's gonna do it! OH MY GOD! ONE!
Big Al: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Not like this!
Matt: TWO!!!! Holy shit!

The ref's hand comes within an inch of the third slap before the legend kicks out, barely just barely.

Big Al: Sooooooooo close! That was riveting! I thought our darkest day was upon us.
Matt: Haven has gone all out in this one. That skin colored pair of knux is sheer genius. The ref is clueless and he is right there by her. Brilliant.
Fuzz: But she still couldn't get the three. What will it take?

Wolverina launches into a fierce attack of punches, opening up a quarter inch gash along her rival's forehead and sending his equilibrium into no man's land. With one last out cry of desperation, the Queen of Queens yanks and pulls and strains until she has him vertical. Feeling the gods have finally smiled upon her, Wolfie releases him and draws upon every last reserve she has to rip her foot from the ground. She chambers it and lets it fly, the sole of it knocking Dom's mandible out of place with a loud "pop". Spit, sweat, and confidence leaves the Lord of the Flies, as he flops against the ropes with his eyeballsl rolling. Without warning, though, he leaps into the air when stumbling forward from them, and wraps her head with his arms before listlessly fluttering to the canvas, driving her down with the last bit of vitality he has.

Fuzz: Goodness Gracious and another SKO. Back to back! I am having an out of body experience!
Big Al: I literally feel like I have been on a roller-coaster. This thing has had so many twist and turns it is ridiculous.
Matt: They are both down again. Who is going to make the cover? Better yet, WILL one of them be able to make the cover?

tbc

[Dominik Santiago]

Wolverina's body convulses into a fetal position as Dominik's rebounds from the mat, turning him over onto his chest. The glazed eyed champion slowly lifts his head, the sounds of a few thousand roaring fans serving as motivation for him to rise to the occasion. The Assassin musters the strength it takes to crawl across the ring, quickly placing his miracle working hands onto the shoulders of his downed adversary and lurching her back to a supine position. Santiago drapes an arm over his opponent as the zebra clad official drops down for the pin attempt.

"1!"

"2!"

The Cutie-Pie Princess writhes her shoulder from the canvas, creating a pandemonium of noise in the arena as the patrons react with cheers and gasps, almost as perturbed as the superstar who lifts up onto his knees. The aforementioned competitor is the deliverer of the lightning strike Cutter, a maneuver that had brought him much success and triumph throughout his career yet once again failed to silence Wolverina and her coalition of fans. The champion's teeth are bared, as he seethes his frustration, meanwhile his fingers run through his blond hair follicles in a crazed, frantic manner. The recently reformed Lord of the Flies gradually climbs back to his feet, grabbing a fistful of his opponent's hair, which receives an earful from the referee. The rebuking falls on deaf ears as the future Hall of Famer lifts the Nebraskan up to a seated position. Still with her hair in his clutches, he rears back his leg before swinging it forward, his knee stabbing the challenger in the back of the neck with a paralyzing force. As she winces her body tightens, the shockwaves of the vile strike traveling throughout her body. With intensity and a sense of urgency burning in his pupils, Santiago continues the assault, connecting with a Roundhouse Kick across the Wolverina's horizontal frame. The effects of the withering blow are felt all the way to her chest, as Haven squirms and yelps in pain on the sweat stained white canvas. The relentless Californian casts his eyes on his nemesis, as the challenger retreats in the corner. With the assistance of the ropes on either side of her, the former "Queen of Deathmatches" pulls herself to a vertical base; her chest still rising and falling heavily and her back still strained from the kick suffered mere moments ago. Her standing and flourishing of tenacity earns both the respect and the scorn of the Hollywood native, as he rushes in with reckless abandon. Like a child trapped on the train tracks, Wolverina stares down the incoming locomotive. However she finds enough wherewithal to escape her predicament, maneuvering out of the corner and circumventing Santiago's charge. The impinging of chest on turnbuckle causes a slight shifting of the ring's position, as the GHW Champion staggers out of the corner with his arms embracing his bruised sternum.

As Dominik drops to a knee, Wolverina makes her way to the corner, slowly and lethargically ascending the top rope. With each step she hisses through her gritted teeth and tightened jaw, as every movement is dealt with in tremendous agony. Her pace gives Santiago a second wind, and more importantly, an opportunity to pursue her. The champion climbs onto the bottom turnbuckle, and quickly clubs the Nebraskan across the back, bringing her movement at the top to a screeching halt. Despite every fiber in her being screaming at her to throw in the towel, The Cornhusker refuses. She repeatedly blasts the champion in the mug with back elbows, but the desperate attacks fail to stifle the Assassin and only serve to delay her inevitable plight. Another clubbing shot across her lower back is enough to take the fight out of the challenger, allowing Santiago to slip his head between her legs. As he climbs onto the second turnbuckle he lifts her onto his shoulders in an Electric Chair, bringing the arena to a stupefied standstill. The Bostonian's go quiet with anticipation and confusion, eager to see what's about to transpire before them yet equally as unaware of the Assassin's nefarious intentions. All quickly becomes clear as Santiago presses up on Wolverina's legs, lifting her off his shoulders and into the air. Whilst reclining back, he catches the People's Princess, quickly applying a rear waistlock. The two polarizing combatants plummet from the proverbial mountaintop, and pancake to the canvas with a resounding thud. Santiago immediately goes spread-eagle upon landing, contrary to the former Television Champion, whom folds like an accordion from the bone-crunching collision with the canvas. The once silent arena once again becomes vociferous, as a bedlam of cheers and a unanimous chant of "HOLY SHIT" commences.

"TOP ROPE GERMAN SUPLEX! Listen to the crowd! That was insane."
"A variant known as 'Croyt's Wrath' in Japan, and one the champion just executed flawlessly."
"One he could have just killed Wolverina with."

Wolverina's body unfolds, she transitions onto her side before staring out into the arena, with her near hand gingerly massaging her back. She slowly extends her arm and grasps onto the bottom ring cable, using it to pull herself toward the ropes. As she slides across the ring, her body sends a multitude of jerks and convulsions from relapses of trauma surging through her nervous system. She slides under the lowest rope and rests on the apron, in no hurry to make any more movements as her backs sears in pain. Meanwhile the champion collects his bearings, rolling onto his chest before lifting himself upright from a push-up position. Lifting her head up, Wolverina spots the Assassin, and immediately realizes her reprieve would be cut short. Fighting through the pain, she begins pulling herself to a stand. Noticing this, Santiago steps through the middle and top ropes, only to receive a right hand that laces his forehead. In retaliation, the 2011 H-Games winner assaults her cranium with a right hand of his own, staggering the farm girl and leaving her leaning over the ropes. Having taken back control, Santiago walks along the apron, quickly positioning himself behind the Nebraskan. He encircles his arms around her sleek waist, in a manner more aggressive and antagonistic than romantic. The caressing of her waist causes Wolvie to desperately wrap her arms around the top rope, knowing all well she can't afford to endure what the champion has in store for her. Dominik pulls back with everything he has, looking to coerce the Featherweight off the apron and slam her into oblivion. His attempts are fruitless, as Wolverina refuses to allow him the satisfaction of breaking her in half. Having thwarted his aspirations, she goes on the offensive, acquainting his facial features with her elbow. A series of blistering strikes is enough to enervate the champion and cause him to relinquish his hold along her athletic frame. Having recaptured the momentum and escaped the provocative position, she reaches back and applies a three quarter facelock. With the Assassin's head in tow, she places her feet on the middle rope and squats. Pushing off the ropes, she flips backward, the momentum effectively pulling Santiago off the ring apron and down to the padded floor. Wolverina lands on all fours, planting the back of the champion's cranium and shoulders onto the floor. Wolverina rolls back and grabs her leg which was injured in the early phases of the grueling contest. Her facial expression shows no pain however; she exposes a half confident, half relieved smile in her sweaty complexion. She sneers down at the sprawling champion, the recipient of a maneuver efficacious in knocking the wind out of him, and tilting the match in his challenger's favor.

"Sliced Bread #2, and you can believe that was a piece of the popular Nebraskan brand of loaf that Santiago wishes he didn't taste.
"You've gotta believe if Santiago would have been able to hit that second German Suplex, we'd have paramedics stopping this match."
"I don't know what to believe in anymore. Each of these two has pulled out all the stops, and none of it has been enough to get the decisive victory."

The two superstars slowly begin to stir, showing the mental fortitude it takes to be the wielder of the very championship they're dismembering one another for. Santiago stumbles to a vertical base, slowly falling on the ring as his upperbody stretches across the apron. Wolverina pries her five foot, eight inch self off the floor, and attempts to stand. She is unable, as the resurfacing of pain in her injured leg is too much, the aforementioned limb wavering under the pressure of holding up one hundred and fifty pounds of Nebraskan. It leads to the multi-time Television champion collapsing to floor, the sound of her body crashing into the guardrail audible to the ears of the masses of humanity in attendance. As the referee begins his ten count, Santiago pulls himself off the apron, his body once again upright, his cold-blooded eyes once again locked on his foe. "ONE" Wolverina aided by the guardrail, struggles back to her feet, her hands cupping her knee, holding it in place and applying pressure to the ligaments bruised within it. "TWO" Like a lion stalking a wounded gazelle, Santiago begins his charge. "THREE" Whether she had been playing possum, or was legitimately suffering from leg trauma, Wolverina overcomes the pain and leaps forward. Her outstretched legs come into contact with the champion's, taking him off his feet with a basement dropkick and sending him plunging face first into the guardrail, slightly pushing it, and the sea of spectators back a few paces. Haven hobbles back to her feet, before plodding toward the squared circle and leaning on the side of the ring. "FOUR" Wolverina stretches her leg, looking to shake away the agony holding her back from capturing wrestling's biggest prize. Meanwhile a few feet in front of her is the Assassin who finally shows signs of life. Dominik slowly pulls himself up with the help of the guardrail, air whispering through his cannabis filled lungs as his pain-struck eyes stare into the great wall of fans. "FIVE" Dominik's shoulders are patted by the multitude of people in the front row who enjoy patting Fighty fighty person's shoulders. Their gestures however do little to prepare Santiago for what merely lies ahead. Breaking the count, Wolverina slides halfway into the ring before pulling back out, annoying the referee, but more importantly forcing him to restart the count. Having swapped positions on the proverbial food-chain (or at least in this predicament), the Nebraskan takes the role of the lion, and Dom the wounded gazelle. "ONE" Curling her lips in a scowl, she dashes forward, quickly lifting up her non-impaired leg level to her head. "TWO" Unbeknownst, the Assassin begins to turn, and Haven Cassady strikes. Her boot washes the face of the champion, sending a heap of sweat flying off his mug as his head snaps awkwardly from the concussive impact. Dominik slumps down on the guardrail, with his brains oozing out of his ears and cascading down his head. The deliverer of the malevolent kick simply glares into the crowd, while her leg hangs over the guardrail. With a stroke of ego she smiles, seemingly in the driver's seat for the foreseeable future, courtesy of the no-give-strike-to the head.

Yakuza Kick on the champion! Wolverina could be close to grabbing that imaginary brass ring.
"She's mounted a superb offensive onslaught. In basketball, she's on what's called a 'run'. And she's got the lead, and the fourth quarter is almost over Matt."
"True, however, let's not forget she's battling a man that has made a career of sinking buzzer beaters."

With both feet under her, Wolverina grapples the head of the Assassin, struggling to pull his deadweight toward the ring. And deadweight is exactly what the champion has been reduced to upon having a boot piledriven into his face. With every ounce of strength she can muster, the Nebraskan rolls Santiago into the ring. The Cornhusker takes her good old time, arrogantly bypassing sliding in the ring to walk up the steel stairs. For that she receives jeers from many of those in attendance. However she doesn't feel obliged to acknowledge the harsh response she's receiving, as she merely saunters along the apron and ducks through the ropes. Having re-entered the proverbial killing grounds, Wolverina backs into the corner. With a stamping of the feet she further riles of the spectators, half of them cheering on her behalf, others booing in hopes of taking her out of her focused state of mind. But she can't be removed form her current trance, as she continues tuning up the band for what she hopes is their final number. She stamps her feet again, and again, and again, shaking the canvas and causing the GHW Champion to stir. Santiago's body shrivels with every motion, as he slowly commences to climb to his feet. His legs buckle and crumble underneath his middle weight body - his hand quickly protruding out in hopes of grasping the ropes to aid him in standing. The cables hang out of reach, too far in the distance, leaving Santiago hobbling in pain and struggling to keep himself upright. The scene of the Lord of Flies standing on his last legs is enough to spur Wolverina into action. She sidesteps out of the corner, quickly lifting her leg in a thrusting motion. She catches nothing but air, the Californian having enough energy and wits about him to dodge his potential guillotining. Dominik pivots on his feet, and mightily swings his arm at an off-balanced, and turning Wolverina. She answers the counter with one of her own, ducking the Clothesline -and with a quick jolt, darts across the ring to the ropes. Upon rebounding she rushes toward the Assassin. As she nears, Santiago quickly crouches down, planting his hands on her breadbasket and exploiting her own momentum against her. He springs up, the explosion of his hips channeling enough strength and leverage necessary for him to fling Wolverina vertically into the electric filled atmosphere. As she freefalls, the vindictive Assassin shuffles in his position, before swinging his arm with stupendous vigor, and...

*CRACK*
"Jesus Christ! Holy shit, what a European Uppercut!

...Catching the former tag team champion underneath her chin with an artful forearm shiver.

And as articulated by the 'Genuis', Wolverina indeed had her jaw realigned by the champion's forearm. She was knocked out cold, unconscious, possibly unable to feel the pain transmitted in her pretty face by a thunderous strike that didn't lack in it's execution or effectiveness. It was an innovative maneuver, and it debilitated the challenger, and shattered her cranium, and for the Assassin, hopefully long enough for him to get the victory. Pining in weakness, the four time Heavyweight Champion drops to his knees before slowly executing a lateral press, causing the referee to slide into position and acknowledge the pinfall.