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Oct 14, 2012 9:39:51 GMT -5
Post by Nikki on Oct 14, 2012 9:39:51 GMT -5
The single pyro explodes and Skew Siskin’s “all fired up” blasts upon the 2012 Full Circle’s arena as the announcement for the upcoming long awaited event of the year, Death From Above. Surprisingly because of her known history, this would be Kahlan’s first ever DFA, and it is to be one of the most intense ones in history, surely. The darkened shadowy casts on the stage are lightened up with the appearance of the most charismatic individuals in the history of GHW as she rips through the curtains and makes her way through the smoky playground. She is dressed in her black wrestling singlet with the single word “CUT” imprinted on the back and a small Union Jack planted on her heart. Her hair is blue as ever and free flowing about her head, giving her an intense aura inside the gloomy smoke.
Al: Yes! We’re finally here, FULL CIRCLE! And what a way to kick it off Colin! Fuzz: Tell me about it. Death From Above is a once in a year event with the winner getting an opportunity of a lifetime, a free ticket at glory.
Coors: Ladies and gentlemen it is time for the most awaited event of the year, the Death FROM ABOVE LADDER MATCH!
The place blows up in an explosion of noise
Coors: The first participant, she weighs in two-hundred-and-twenty-two-pounds and hails from north east of England, Newcastle. You all know her as the Queen of all ladders, the Megastar… Kahlan!
Al: How ironic that one of the longest, and certainly THE most personal feud of GHW’s history comes to a full circle. Kahlan versus Wolverina, we’ve certainly have seen that before. Fuzz: Absolutely, who can forget all those brutal face-offs, the most memorable of them all being that Hell in a Cell with its dark and sinister consequences! But this isn’t just the culmination of Kahlan and Wolverina feud, there is a major prize at stake here tonight, a shot at the world title and joining Wolfie and Clarkson we have the brightest talent in GHW since Dustin Delta, the fast tracking JACK TRACKS! Al: I can’t wait for this!
Through the shower of jeers Kahlan strides forth with both her arms held high and head bowed down. She marches straight to the ring and slides in smoothly coming up jumping like a released spring, shaking her shoulders with confidence.
TBC
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Oct 14, 2012 15:48:35 GMT -5
Post by haven on Oct 14, 2012 15:48:35 GMT -5
Kahlan's music shuts off quickly and after a few moments is replaced by the opening beat of a classic. The crowd roars with anticipation of their Princess's arrival. However, as the music continues to play through to the half way point, no Wolverina is seen. Jeers begin to trickle in, the fans pointing their fingers suspiciously at the blue haired Jezebel in the ring, already accusing her of some kind of underhanded tactics. The Honor-Tron's feed switches to the backstage area where he see Wolverina being helped up from the floor by a member of GHW's medical staff, a discarded kendo stick laying not far from her. Fuzz: What the hell just happened back there? Don't tell me...Big Al: Let me cut you off right there. I know where you're going with this, and there is no proof that Kahlan attacked her backstage.Fuzz: Kahlan has used pre match sneak attacks against Wolverina to soften her up a whole bunch of times, Al. How can I NOT accuse her of doing the same here? I didn't see a damn banana peel back there, Wolverina didn't just slip on something.Big Al: Well if that' the case then Wolverina is to blame just as much, after all you'd think by now she'd invest in backstage bodyguards to prevent such things from Kahlan.A look of genuine shock is plastered on the over-rated facial features of the Brit inside the ring. Kahlan vigorously shakes her head "no" as the referee and the crowd question her. Then, out of the blue, on the screen Wolverina perks up and smirks into the camera. Wolverina: Just kidding. Oh, and Kahlan, this segment is a recording.In conjunction with those words, "recorded earlier" appears at the bottom right hand of the screen. The fans figure it out real quick and begin to cheer, but for some inexplicable reason Kahlan remains befuddled and starts demanding answers from the man-zebra next to her. The spectators unleash an even louder response as the woman in question, Wolverina, pulls a page out of Kahlan's book and slithers over the barricade with a medium length chain in one hand and a kendo stick in the other. For Full Circle she has left her American Gladiatoress ring attire at home, choosing to go with a pair of jeans and a off-white top with the words "Beast Mode" on it with a illustration of said beast mode button in the "on" position instead. Her hair is in pig tails. Attire and hair similar to this: Without missing a beat, Wolfie shoots into the ring like a bat out of hell and closes the distance on Kahlan, who still has her back to her. Finally, though, the proverbial light bulb goes off above Kahlan's head, but it's a dim bulb, like maybe a 40 watt, and yields no safety against the immense pain that explodes across her back as the chain smacks against it. As she falls, the kendo stick finds its mark as well, a sickening sound emanating from the collision, the fans cheering with pure thirst for blood and carnage. The Angry Bird instinctively rolls away to the outside and the liberty it contains, but Haven follows suit, almost beating her to the outside. The Ladder Queen collapses under a savage barrage of the same stick-and-chain, and wails out in agony as her body becomes inundated with pain from the ceaseless onslaught. Fuzz: YES! She's giving Kahlan a dose of her own medicine. It's about time!Big Al: No matter what spin you put on it, Fuzz, Wolverina is cheating. I guess being unbiased goes out the window when it comes to Wolverina. She could pull out a gun and murder Kahlan right now and people would find justification in it.Fuzz: Whatever, Al. Just hush up and enjoy the sight of karma paying Kahlan back ten fold for the wrongs she has done.The People's Princess discards the weapons for the time being and hefts up her prey, then seizes her by the scruff of the neck and back of her black singlet. Aiming Miss Clarkson's head toward the steps, the Queen of Extreme proves quite the craftswoman by turning the ordinary human being into a battering ram, banging her arch rival's dome against the side of the unforgiving steel once, twice, even a third time before tossing her aside as though she is nothing. An idea suddenly strikes at Haven as she stands above her long time tormentor. She looks to a nearby ladder, then to the item suspended high above the ring. With Jack Tracks absent still, Wolverina swiftly rolls into the ring, dragging the ladder with her and setting it up for the climb. It only takes a brief second or two before the Queen of Queens begins her ascend. Big Al: She can't do that! The match hasn't even officially begun yet!Fuzz: Jack better make fast tracks down here, pun intended, or this may be over before it has started. And I don't mean that metaphorically.The ring adjutant admonishes Wolfie as she climbs, and she takes heed of his words, agreeing to only climb a little over half way until Jack makes his presence known. But then she fools him by pointing to a fan who she claims has jumped over the barricade and is fixing to get into the ring. On high alert, the referee turns to locate the unruly spectator, allowing Wolfie the opportunity to climb even further up the ladder of destiny. TBCB Jack Tracks.
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Oct 17, 2012 14:19:05 GMT -5
Post by Jack Tracks on Oct 17, 2012 14:19:05 GMT -5
I'm a shooting star leaping through the skies Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva I'm gonna go go go There's no stopping me
Jack Tracks' music hits the speakers as Wolverina hurries her climb, this time with the intro cut in order to hit good and hard. The lights change to those of his entrance, sending the blue and red spotlights over the arena. The sudden smack of music and lighting causes the self-crowned Queen for a moment, and all it takes is that one pause. From the moment the music hit, a white streak hurried down the ramp, as Jack Tracks proves just why he compares himself to race cars. He goes from the entryway to the ring in no time at all, his footspeed enough to make even professional sprinters take pause. Using his momentum, he leaps up to the apron and hurls himself over the ropes. He's swift enough to keep on running, landing a huge boot to the main hinge on the side of the ladder, snapping the metal right out of its place! "And here comes Jack Tracks, just in time to save this match from being over before it even began!""You sure that's him? He's moving so damn fast I can't even make him out all the way!Near the top of the ladder, the jolt alerts Wolverina immediately to what's about to happen, and she holds on for dear life to the ladder as the whole thing collapses! The heap of metal and flesh crashes to the canvas with a slam, leaving the Princess pinned under the ladder. Not one to let an early advantage slip away, Tracks lifted the other half of the ladder,now only attached by one hinge, and hurls it down, getting a very satisfying scream of pain out of the woman beneath. Hitting it a few more times to make sure she's down, Tracks tears off his jacket and tosses it into the crowd. He looks around the crowd as his opponents are still incapacitated. Letting his voice out, he can just barely be heard over the crowd. "Don't you two start without me! I want some fun, too!"The crowd roars its approval that the match will go on,as Tracks lands a couple more blows to Wolverina to make sure she stays down. With a chance presenting itself, Jack slides out of the ring and looks around. He quickly finds his target, and grabs another ladder that was at ringside. He quickly goes about folding it up, and slides the hardware into the ring. "Careful with that! You already broke one before the bell even rang!""I'd say that's more a sign of things to come than anything. Lots of stuff will be broken in this match, no question."With the ladder under the ropes, Tracks looks like he's about to go in after it, when he spots something on the other side of the ring. Kahlan had begun stirring. Knowing he can't let either of the more experienced competitors get the chance to fully recover if he expects to come out on top, Tracks dashed over to the other side of the ring near Kahlan. She was starting to stand, with one hand on the apron and shaking her head out, with that skull gets jarred once more, slammed right back into the unforgiving steel steps by Tracks' boot, the sound of bone on metal as sickening as always. With the target down, Tracks slides back in the ring, grabbing the intact ladder and raising it back up. "Wow, Tracks really seems on target so far this match. Picking his spots very precisely.""Well, I don't dare try to guess a winner, but I will say that Tracks does have one very useful advantage in this match.""And what's that?""Personal vendetta. He doesn't have one here. Sure, they'd all love that title shot, but with the long-standing bad blood between these two women, they may end up putting more focus on hurting each other than winning the match. Tracks doesn't have that baggage. He's just going to try and get that contract. Nothing personal. All business.""But on the other hand, do you think that the personal factor might also add an extra drive to prove something and press on?""You have a good point. We'll certainly find out."The ladder had been set up, and Tracks had begun to climb up, satisfied that both women were knocked out. He makes it more than halfway, and starts to reach for the belt, when he feels a sharp tug at his foot, pulling his whole body down and slamming his jaw hard against the top rung, causing his brain to shake inside his skull. At the bottom of the ladder, Wolverina had escaped the metal tomb, and had given the King of the Road's tire a good yank. With her expertise, she knows a good hit to the jaw like that could've been right on the button, which means a KO, no matter how tough or fresh you are. But she had to make sure. Making it up to her feet, Wolverina faces away from the ladder, and tucks her head between Tracks' legs. Her arms wrap around the man's thighs and brings him down, using the leverage to turn Tracks into an assisted powerbomb, smacking the heavier man's back right against that broken ladder she just escaped from. "See what I mean?"That wouldn't be enough, of course. It's still too early. But it's a good start. Wolverina checks Kahlan's location again. Seem she's still out. Perfect. The Queen of the ring goes over to the apron, and runs up the turnbuckle, aiming right downatTracks, who was already on very dangerous ground. Wolverina licks her lips, and gets ready to pounce...
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Oct 18, 2012 10:22:33 GMT -5
Post by Nikki on Oct 18, 2012 10:22:33 GMT -5
JT’s laid out figure atop the halved piece of steel ladder provides a perfect target for the perched up Queen of Extreme. Salivating at the prospect of hitting a devastating high risk manoeuvre with possibly career threatening consequences she squats low atop the top turn buckle. In a blink she sets off into a back flip the fans know very well. Like a Shooting Star unleashed from the depths of a black sky she descends upon the helpless Racing enthusiast. The impact takes place next with Wolfie crashing chest first into the ladder in surprise. Jack had played his possum role to the best of his acting ability and jumped out of the way in the last instant. He goes right after Wolverina tugging at her top from behind to lift her up while she tries to wriggle in pain. Once he has her elevated he sends her straight towards the set of ropes at the far end of the ring. Wolfie hits the cables and bounces off them but her ankles are trapped from under her by a revitalised Kahlan. The Ladder Queen’s interference drops Wolverina onto her face, before she is dragged out of the ring. Kahlan lays the first punch onto her to wet her appetite for the flurry of strikes that follow in suit. Shaken to her very core and still suffering profoundly from the effects of the bone churning landing she experienced on steel, Wolverina loses her balance and it is only Kahaln’s vicious pull at her hair that keeps her from collapsing.
From inside of the ring a shuttling force backed with 230 pounds of flesh and bones explodes over the ropes aimed straight at the pair outside. It hits into the intended duo, sending the three bodies flying into the crowd barricade and laying them all out. Jack Tracks is the first to get back up to his feet but Kahlan is right behind him. The Sneak Attack Superior ramps her head into the back of her bigger opponent in a desperate act to win the initiative, the force pushes Jack into the barricade again. Jack in turn turns around and grabs Kahlan under her shoulders to explode up with a snap throw. Kahlan is lifted over Jack’s head in Suplex fashion and thrown over, disappearing into the midst of a rabid crowd. The “HOLY SHIT” moment lasts for only the span of a few short seconds because the pace of the match doesn’t seem to be ready to relent just as of yet. Wolverina is suddenly up lashing out at Tracks. She hits him in the middle with a low side kick just to coil her arm around his bowed head. The DDT she delivers gives a thudding sound that is easily picked up by the microphones planted around the arena. She rolls Jack over and climbs atop him, grabbing him by his ears. She bashes his head a couple of times onto the tiled concrete to further scramble its contents around.
Fuz: Did you see the way Jack Tracks tossed Kahlan into that crazy crowd of people?! The ease of which he did it… She is even scrawnier than what she looks like. Al: I hope those bastards would keep their hands to themselves while Kahlan recovers. Fuz: Oh shi- look! They’re trying to Tear Kahlan’s singlet off her! Al: Those bastards are trying to disrobe her!! Where is the bloody security!?
Fighting with tooth and nail Kahlan tries to fend off the masses of male and even female fans that violently rip away at her. A couple of hands pull harshly at her blue hair and fingers tug away at the straps of her wrestling singlet. She pushes some away, but for every person sent reeling away another two take their place. She is trapped in the middle being continually groped and probed. Someone manages to tear one of the straps and what follows is Kahlan being forcefully relieved of her singlet. The security finally breaks into the portion of the crowd with the force of numbers behind it. After a further short period of intense struggling Kahlan is finally able to break free and topple over the security wall into the ring’s side. There is a unanimous gasp of shock which reverberates around the arena. The Ladder Queen is now somehow naked down to a few rounds of tape wrapped around her upper body concealing her breasts and a cream coloured bikini bottoms. The gasping sound from the crowd causes Wolfie to turn her head away from bashing Jack’s head and as soon as she lays eyes on Kahlan, she grins like a wolf. Letting go of Jack’s head, the former Queen of the Death Match turns to Kahlan. Clarkson only have to see a glimpse of the evil look in Wolverina’s eyes before she makes a run away from her stalking predator. She works her way to the commentator’s desk and the bell area from where she picks up a folded chair and swings it blindly at her pursuing enemy. Haven ducks easily under the swing and tackles Kahlan down landing on top.
Wolverina’s right hand grabs Kahlan at the jaw, her thumb digging into her right cheek and her other four fingers into the other cheek. The force of the pressure exerted has Kahlan’s lips distorted open which provides the right opening for Wolfie to spit into with disgust. Kahlan’s body spasms in revulsion from the degrading act but is cooled into submission with a harsh bitch slap. Thoroughly enjoying her domination over her most hated nemesis of her entire career Wolverina looks up and howls like a wolf. BANG! The flat of a steel chair kisses the top of her skull from behind and she is dropped face first over Kahlan. Tracks brings the chair down once more, this time smacking it across the back of Haven who gets sandwiched between the semi naked chick and the brutal stiffness of the chair. Jack stops and takes a short step back to view the intensely erotic scene beneath him with some interest. “Giggity giggity.. giggity giggity goo!” BANG! And he lands the third shot just to be complete.
Fuz: I don’t even know whether to be turned on or be totally disgusted by this! This has already gone too far and the match has only just begun. Al: Well if it’s any help to you, I’m turned on. Fuzz: The fans interference could be the deciding factor here, it could be what- Al: Hey I’m not complaining!
TBC
(OOC: post quick cause I want at least another couple of posts in. *LOOKS DIRECTLY AT JACK*)
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Oct 19, 2012 17:03:05 GMT -5
Post by haven on Oct 19, 2012 17:03:05 GMT -5
The third shot rung out like a gunshot. Jack takes another step back, perhaps contemplating on yet a fourth swing, but the sight of Wolverina's body convulsing atop Kahlan as though she is dry humping her halts his progress. The sexual innuendo is strong in this match and the crowd is loving it. Tracks is loving it too, the big grin on his face proof of that. As Wolfie's body finally goes dormant, the fast track fanatic discards the chair and seeks out a ladder, figuring he's got a fair chance at ending the contest early. He finds the ladder still standing in the ring and draws to it with as much haste as his battered back will allow. Meanwhile, on the outside, the Ladder Queen grunts and shoves her arch nemesis off her and stands up. She could lay into Haven with another beat down, but she has bigger fish to fry, that fish being Jaggeroth. And, well, Jack Tracks too of course.
Nah. There's always time to humiliate Haven Marie Cassady. Kahlan stoops down and rips the shirt right off the Paragon of Virtue, earning a loud pop from the pervy fans. It doesn't end there. The crowd goes bat shit crazy as the Ultimate Megastar crosses the line yet again, this time by ripping the woman's bra completely off of her and tossing it into the sea of humanity. While a mini riot for control of the priceless souvenir occurs in the stands, Clarkson goes to work choking the People's Princess with the shirt, allowing all to get a good look at the Nebraskan's beautiful bewbs. Pretty K swivels her head around as if suddenly paranoid and ascertains the Race Car Guru's location. He was already on the ladder and climbing. That won't do. Regrettably, she hurries into the ring as if she's rushing to get that next big penis in her mouth and plows into it at full pelt.
Having been too caught up in the glory that was destined to be had by him, Jack hadn't noticed Kahlan's movements until it was too late. The Indianan cringes as he is abruptly flung off the steps of immortality and sent into his plummet. He controls his fall the best he can, but his balls still pay the price in the end as he lands straddled on the top ring cable, leaving him puckered faced and feeling as though he has three Adam's apples and no nuts in his sack. A steel jab to the side of his head from the ladder wielding woman forces him unceremoniously to the thin padded floor outside. A slew of jeers roll in from the masses, but the Ladder Queen pays them no mind as she busies herself with the ladder, getting it all set up for use. On the outside, groggy but now standing, the People's Princess hears her loyal calling out to her, advising her of the dragon that is set to take the castle. Their dismay is her call to battle and she swiftly ducks into the ring. Kahlan had already climbed a quarter of the way up as Haven latches onto the ladder from the other side and commences a fast paced journey, choosing to race her up to the top versus sending her into a fall.
Fuzz: She's topless! My gawd! Wolfie's going to make a race out of it! I don't think I agree with this tactic. She should just push the ladder over and knock Kahlan off. Big Al: I don't think Haven is in her right frame of mind right now. She's topless, which I'm definitely not complaining about, but she didn't even bother putting her shirt back on. Is she even aware she's half naked out here? Is her lust for Kahlan's demise that profound? Fuzz: That may very well be true, Al. That drive for kahlan's demise you spoke of may be why she's opted to race her. I think Haven wants to win this match in grandiose fashion, with her Kahlan battling it out atop the ladder. This is surreal!
In no time the Queen of Extreme is about even with her British counterpart, where an exchanging of unladylike obscenities are heard before Kahlan wisely jumps off the ladder and lands on her feet. With a smirk, the Slut Buster looks up at Wolfie and takes a few steps forward, her intentions all too evident. But Momma Cassady didn't raise no fool. The Nebraskan leaps from the ladder as well. Unfortunately, Momma Cassady didn't instill contingency plans into her precious little princess, which proves costly as Haven is greeted with a ferocious Drop Kick. The collision between her pretty face and Kahlan's pedal extremities is a vicious one, the force snapping Wolverina's head and body back as if in a state of whiplash from a car wreck. As she lies torpid and defenseless, the Brit Blitz wastes no time in fetching her by the hair and pulling her up, anger written in every line of her body.
"Just like old times, huh bitch?" K roars at the woman who is the sum of all that she despises. Then, to one up the Queen's act of degradation earlier, Kahlan sticks a finger into her own mouth and induces vomit, which she spews all over Wolverina's face and inside of her mouth. The People's Princess swallows some of it and begins flailing wildly in a bid to get free, but Pretty K has a good hold on her and doubles her over with a knee to the midriff. From there, the Ladder Queen stuffs Wolfie's head between her legs in preparation for the Power Bomb to end all Power Bombs. A warm jolt of pain explodes up K's spine as a recovered and undetected Jack Tracks forearm clubs her from behind, causing her to relinquish her prey. He takes full advantage of the situation by wrapping his long, lanky arms around her scantily clad body from behind and lifting her up. Tracks snaps at the hips and launches her into orbit with a release German Suplex that sends her sickeningly onto the back of her neck and shoulders.
Fuzz: Thank God Jack Tracks was there to save the day! He just German'd her into oblivion. It couldn't have happened to a better person too! Big Al: Wow! Biased much? Little word of advice here, don't get your hopes up, because Tracks may not be around to save Wolverina when Kahlan gets a hold of her again. We all know what happens when Kahlan gets a hold of Wolfie, right? Fuzz: Whatever!
One down, one to go. It won't be that easy though. As the King of the Road turns his attention toward Wolverina, he is rendered gobsmacked at the sight before him. She was shuttling at him with a terrible resolve, her fun bags just a bouncing freely every which way, the remnants of Kahlan's puke dripping down her face onto her bewbs. It's all too much of a distraction for him, which allows the Queen of Queen's to bowl him over at full pace with a Lou Thesz Press. In lieu of punches in bunches that would normally follow it up, she expertly transitions into a full mount and locks his head with her arms, then forcefully shoves her breasts into his mouth, effectively smothering him. The Pedal Pusher doesn't provide resistance at first, perhaps enjoying the course of events, but as his breathing becomes restricted he starts to panic.
Big Al: (In very Jim Ross like voice) BREAST SMOTHER! BREAST SMOTHER! BREAST SMOTHER! Fuzz: JACK TRACKS YOU LUCKY SONOFABITCH!
The Indianan pushes and turns frantically, until alas he's able to get to his vertical base, but she still won't let go. The People's Princess remains attached to his face as if making him wear a tit mask, even as he churns toward the nearby corner at a high rate of speed. The impact jars the Nebraskan, making her break her steadfast lock upon him. In a instant, Jack grabs her by both boobs then lifts her into the air and turns out of the corner. After taking a quick couple of steps, he leaps into the air and lands in a seated position while driving Haven's spine onto the disabled ladder still laying in the ring. There's no spasmodic episode, no convulsions or twitching or screaming. Haven's body jolts once then goes limp, her inertia inert, those sea blue orbs closed shut as if in a peaceful sleep. She had sold the spot with the same keen salesmanship as one Mr. Dolph Ziggler.
As the "HOLY SHIT" chants thunder across the arena, the Race Car Connoisseur make use of the ladder once more. With both women down and out and the fans behind him, now was as good a time as any to begin another trek to the top. And so he climbs.
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Oct 21, 2012 14:25:04 GMT -5
Post by Jack Tracks on Oct 21, 2012 14:25:04 GMT -5
Although most of the time,a strapping young man like Tracks would have been very happy to be trapped in that cleavage for so long, for once he's happy to not be motorboating a sweet pair of titties. Both of his opponents are down, giving Jack a few moments to catch his breath. He steps away from the direction both bodies are in, and kneels to take a few gasps of air. It certainly didn't help that whatever she put on this morning was all welled up right in her chest, drowning him in some scent or other. He was too busy being choked by the fragrance to tell whether it was any good or not. Although the vomit coming from close by probably didn't help.
But Tracks was able to reconstitute, and looked around for the ladder. Although while he looks, Tracks looks down at the prone Wolverina, and gets an idea. With her splattered on half a ladder, which at this point had separated completely, he measures up a bit. Apparently satisfied with the measurements, Tracks puts his hands on either side of the top of the ladder, on the far side from her body, and runs forward. Using the ladder like a sled for her body, he builds up momentum by running across the ring, and shoves the hunk of metal, and Wolverina's prone body atop it, clear out of the ring! There's enough momentum to push her not just out of the ring, but a bit up the ramp, as her body bounces again on impact as the clatter of steel-on-steel rings out.
"A fun ride but a hard landing for Wolverina! Although I'm not entirely sure she was still conscious to be aware of it."
"Well that's one way to take out the trash. And hey, bonus for the fans! The ones with the good seats can get a better look!"
"Well with everyone out of the ring, that makes for clear skies towards that contract for Jack Tracks."
After clearing Wolverina out of the ring, Jack grabbed the still-intact ladder and set it up once again. He starts to climb, confident that this time he can grab the win without interference. As he quickly ascends, the many fans of the King of the Road get to their feet,hoping to see their guy finally earn that title shot. One rung after the other, and finally Jack reaches up to get a hand on the contract. It seems we're going to have a winner here!
...Or so it seemed. Jack apparently wasn't as thorough as he had thought himself. In the time it took to put Wolverina out and set the ladder back up, Kahlan had more than enough time to get herself back into the match. The Ladder Queen shows one of the reasons she has that reputation. Good ways to stop a climb. She leaps up to the apron behind Tracks, and uses them to bound herself up and forward. Her hands reach up and get a hold of Tracks' long hair (go figure that the only guy in the match has the longest hair...) and carry it with her as she flies past the ladder, slamming his face HARD into the corner of the steel. The sound is loud and brutal, and Kahlan looks back, expecting to see a clear ladder. But much to her surprise, Tracks not only wasn't knocked out, but he was still on the ladder! He's definitely stunned, holding on by only one hand while holding his head with the other, but he's definitely still conscious.
"How the hell is Jack Tracks still able to hold on after that kind of whiplash? A blow like that should've cracked his skull open!"
"Remember the kind of cars he drives. Anyone who goes at those kinds of speeds has surely been in his fair share of crashes. I'm guessing that, as a result, Tracks' head and neck have developed in such a way that it was built to withstand a car crash much better than most."
"That's...kind of worrying, to be honest."
"It's like a boxer. You get used to taking those kinds of blows, and it gets MUCH harder to be knocked out. Still hurts like a bastard, though! In fact, I see some blood..."
Despite that durability surprising Kahlan for a moment, Tracks was still reeling, and her efforts are definitely paying off. Might as well pound that nail in. She dashes up and leaps, wrapping her arms around the one still on the ladder and turns in mid-air. The momentum finally pries the Indianan off the ladder, and the flying armdrag sends him over, tumbling clear over the ropes.
Now that she's by herself again, Kahlan makes the mad dash, herself, scurrying up the ladder to try and steal the match! After all, not only will this get her a title shot and finally put her as the dominant one in an old feud, it will forever cement her as the TRUE Ladder Queen if she can finally pick up that coveted "W" in the Death From Above match!
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