Post by haven on Feb 2, 2013 12:08:01 GMT -5
The feed opens to show a from behind view of Wolverina, who is staring up at a backstage wall monitor. The video playing on the screen is from last week's main event Nebraska Death Match between Kahlan and Wolverina. The eye of the camera zooms in closer, past her shoulder, right into the monitor itself, taking all of us back to that horrible night.
Fuzz: Kahlan's got that barbwire wrapped Singapore cane, that Cane O' Death again! She's going to maim Wolfie!
Big Al: She's got Haven tied up in those ring ropes; she's trapped. Wolverina hasn't put up a fight ever since she crashed and burned with that Wish Upon A Shooting Star attempt. She dinged herself pretty good and it could be her undoing now.
The fans yell out their hatred for the Blue Haired Harlot as she winds up the cane like a pro baseball player and waffles it upside the Gorgeous Graceling's head. The sound is sickening. The crowd jeers even louder, while some of the younger in the crowd begin to cry and plead for Kahlan to show mercy. She will not. The Brit Bitch winds up and drills Haven across the face and head relentlessly, drawing more blood, over and over again to the tune of about 15 consecutive shots. The onslaught only stops when Pretty K's weapon self destructs on the last blow. The Queen Bitch looks at her broken toy and pouts a little before reluctantly tossing it away. The damage had been done and she was bored now. Miss Clarkson curses at her victim a little as she tugs and pushes on the ropes with all her might and finally frees the massacred Princess, allowing her to drop to a crumpled heap at her feet.
With a hiss of disdain, the Blue Haired Blitzer boot prods Wolfie onto her back then drops down and covers her.
"1"
"2"
"3"
As per rules of this particular match, a ten count must now be administered, so Kahlan slowly rolls off of her nemesis and confidently strolls to the nearby corner as the count begins.
"1"
"2"
"3"
"4"
Smiling, Pretty K removes a cigarette and lighter from her attire and lites one up, figuring this one is in the bag.
Fuzz: Look at that woman! Sometimes I just can't stand her!
Big Al: Most people can't, but she's definitely one of a kind. I mean who would pop a smoke in the ring before the match is even over? She must be completely sure she has this match won.
Fuzz: I'd say she does. She just put a hellacious beating on the People's Princess. The likes of which I don't see her recovering from.
"5"
"6"
To the shock of all, Haven begins stirring, slow at first then faster as her ears register the increasing count.
"7"
By "8" Wolverina is on one knee and pushes her battered body upward. Angered over the sight of this impressive show of resilience, Kahlan roars toward her with the lit cigarette still in her grasp. She nabs the Nebraskan in a quick Headlock then grinds the lit end of the cancer stick into the Christian's eye. As the pain and burn registers, Wolverina begins to thrash about in a fit and manages to push Kahlan off of her. Out of desperation, the People's Princess throws her leg up and out blindly, hoping to get lucky enough to land her Goodness Gracious Super Kick. She is off the mark though. In turn, the Brit Blitz lines up and drills Haven in the chin with the same mock parody of the Christian Cutie's aforementioned Super Kick - just like she did last week in the Tag Match where she pinned the Princess 123.
The collision of boot to chin is vicious, so much so that it forces some to look away. Wolverina stiffens upright and goes limp as her body falls backward like a stone statue being tipped over. The ring ropes catch her and send her vegetated frame right back toward Kahlan, who is waiting in the wings. This was going to play out beautifully for Miss Clarkson. The Blue Haired Harlot leaps into the air and brings both patellas up to Haven's face, while simultaneously wrapping her hands around the worshiped woman's head. Gravity does the rest of the work, bringing them down, whereupon those knees and driven sickeningly into the Nebraskan's pretty face, snapping her head back in a unnatural state. A cowed silence falls over the arena as Kahlan shoves the obliterated Princess onto her back and stands up.
Fuzz: She just Super Kicked Haven with her own kick! Then a KKO! Kahlan is going overboard with this. She's proved her point for this night. God let this end!
Big Al: Surely this is it. Stay down, Wolfie, damn it stay down!
At first Kahlan raises her foot up as though to place it on Haven's chest in a dominant way of pinning her, but decides not to do so. That was over done and no longer original. Instead, she drops to a knee beside the unconscious super heroine and balls up her fist, save for her pinky finger, then places said finger on top of Wolverina. A wave of hate hits the Brit Bitch as the referee slides into view to commence his duties.
"1"
"2"
"3"
Like before, Kahlan saunters back to the corner as the ring adjutant starts to count to ten. Each count goes by slow, as if the ref is trying to give Haven every chance in the world to pull off a miracle revival, but as the count reaches "7" with Wolfie utterly lifeless still, all hope becomes lost.
"8"
Kahlan walks from her corner and stands over Wolverina, mocking her with the girl's very own crucifix pose as the ref utters "9" and "10".
DING! DING! DING!
Kahlan's music begins to play and her name is announced as winner.
Fuzz: What an arrogant bitch! I can not believe what we just witnessed!
Big Al: Kahlan's "streak" over Wolfie is still intact. 15-0. Un-freaking-believable. And now she is going to DoD and vy for the GHW Title. Wolfie's chances of ever holding that title just went south. They will be throwing snowballs in hell before she attains that strap.
The feed switches back to the present, where Haven is seen turning the monitor off and holding her head down in dejection. As she turns toward the camera, we see her face bruised and her eye all messed up. Her friend Josh joins with her in consoling manner but she shews him away, and finally looks into the camera after a few long seconds.
Wolverina: Congratulations Kahlan. You finally did it. You finally broke me. I'm woman enough to admit it. In the past you always had some kind of angle to help you beat me. Ambushes before and during the matches, crooked refs, controversial endings, Shawn Dreamer, Scally, the list goes on. Last week, however, was different. You walked into a match tailor made for me. A match that was impossible for me to lose. And you beat me. You crushed me. You broke me. You humiliated me. Fair and square. I've heard you say "no matter how many times I beat Haven's thick skull in, I just never can beat some sense into it" in many a promo from you. Well, guess what? You finally beat some sense into me, and by doing so you have made me realize what I must do to beat you. And is scares me. In order to beat you I must compromise my entire belief system. But so be it. My mission in life now is to prevent you from getting that GHW Title. Fire with fire if I must.
She takes a deep breath in and reflects for a second.
Wolverina: As for you Millson, I haven't forgotten your underhanded cowardice last month. Be that as it may, breath easy at DoD. When that bell rings at DoD you won't need to battle. Just sit at the commentator booth for a bit. After I am done martyring myself in the name of justice, to finally vanquish Kahlan from our memories, you and I will settle our differences. And in the end, you won't be so mighty anymore Millie.
She furls her lip up at the thought of someone else who's been popping off at the mouth recently.
Wolverina: Jerry Nate. You seem angry. You blasted a lot of people in that little rant last week, and I was one of them you flamed. If what you say is true about me sleeping my way to the top or getting handed things because I am a woman, then does it really matter? We have been in the same ring in a few different match types and I have made it further than you each and every time. You and that choir-boy-bad-boy-wannabe have had umpteen chances at beating me and neither of you EVER have. You two have had chances at correcting the injustices you see with me, but much like your penis sizes, you came up short each and every single time. Don't worry though. After DoD I will be coming to settle the score once and for all. I'll give you two ONE MORE SHOT at getting the monkey that is me off your backs. I promise you this. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must pray.
She brings her hands up in prayer gesture and closes her eyes.
Wolverina: Father God, thank you for the blessings you've spread upon me. Thank you for allowing me to live one more day. God, I come to you with hate and anger in my heart and mind full of dark thoughts. In the past I have asked you to help me overcome these emotions and you have never let me down. This time, however, I plead of you Almighty God, to hide your face from me. Remove your hand from me also, because the things I am about to do at Dawn of Destruction will erase my name from the Book of Life. But it must be done this way. I can not go into battle with Kahlan and Millson a virtuous woman. I will be so full of sin that you will not want to lay your all seeing eyes upon me. The wicked I am faced with can only be killed by wicked means. It is all they understand. All in all, in the end my Lord, forgive me for the atrocities to come from my hands. In Jesus Christ's precious and holy name I pray.... Amen."
With that, the scene slowly fades out to blackness.
EOT. Comments welcomed. Except from Jaggy, because he is a dookie head hehehehehehhehe. Just kidding, you know I loves ya big guy. ;D
Fuzz: Kahlan's got that barbwire wrapped Singapore cane, that Cane O' Death again! She's going to maim Wolfie!
Big Al: She's got Haven tied up in those ring ropes; she's trapped. Wolverina hasn't put up a fight ever since she crashed and burned with that Wish Upon A Shooting Star attempt. She dinged herself pretty good and it could be her undoing now.
The fans yell out their hatred for the Blue Haired Harlot as she winds up the cane like a pro baseball player and waffles it upside the Gorgeous Graceling's head. The sound is sickening. The crowd jeers even louder, while some of the younger in the crowd begin to cry and plead for Kahlan to show mercy. She will not. The Brit Bitch winds up and drills Haven across the face and head relentlessly, drawing more blood, over and over again to the tune of about 15 consecutive shots. The onslaught only stops when Pretty K's weapon self destructs on the last blow. The Queen Bitch looks at her broken toy and pouts a little before reluctantly tossing it away. The damage had been done and she was bored now. Miss Clarkson curses at her victim a little as she tugs and pushes on the ropes with all her might and finally frees the massacred Princess, allowing her to drop to a crumpled heap at her feet.
With a hiss of disdain, the Blue Haired Blitzer boot prods Wolfie onto her back then drops down and covers her.
"1"
"2"
"3"
As per rules of this particular match, a ten count must now be administered, so Kahlan slowly rolls off of her nemesis and confidently strolls to the nearby corner as the count begins.
"1"
"2"
"3"
"4"
Smiling, Pretty K removes a cigarette and lighter from her attire and lites one up, figuring this one is in the bag.
Fuzz: Look at that woman! Sometimes I just can't stand her!
Big Al: Most people can't, but she's definitely one of a kind. I mean who would pop a smoke in the ring before the match is even over? She must be completely sure she has this match won.
Fuzz: I'd say she does. She just put a hellacious beating on the People's Princess. The likes of which I don't see her recovering from.
"5"
"6"
To the shock of all, Haven begins stirring, slow at first then faster as her ears register the increasing count.
"7"
By "8" Wolverina is on one knee and pushes her battered body upward. Angered over the sight of this impressive show of resilience, Kahlan roars toward her with the lit cigarette still in her grasp. She nabs the Nebraskan in a quick Headlock then grinds the lit end of the cancer stick into the Christian's eye. As the pain and burn registers, Wolverina begins to thrash about in a fit and manages to push Kahlan off of her. Out of desperation, the People's Princess throws her leg up and out blindly, hoping to get lucky enough to land her Goodness Gracious Super Kick. She is off the mark though. In turn, the Brit Blitz lines up and drills Haven in the chin with the same mock parody of the Christian Cutie's aforementioned Super Kick - just like she did last week in the Tag Match where she pinned the Princess 123.
The collision of boot to chin is vicious, so much so that it forces some to look away. Wolverina stiffens upright and goes limp as her body falls backward like a stone statue being tipped over. The ring ropes catch her and send her vegetated frame right back toward Kahlan, who is waiting in the wings. This was going to play out beautifully for Miss Clarkson. The Blue Haired Harlot leaps into the air and brings both patellas up to Haven's face, while simultaneously wrapping her hands around the worshiped woman's head. Gravity does the rest of the work, bringing them down, whereupon those knees and driven sickeningly into the Nebraskan's pretty face, snapping her head back in a unnatural state. A cowed silence falls over the arena as Kahlan shoves the obliterated Princess onto her back and stands up.
Fuzz: She just Super Kicked Haven with her own kick! Then a KKO! Kahlan is going overboard with this. She's proved her point for this night. God let this end!
Big Al: Surely this is it. Stay down, Wolfie, damn it stay down!
At first Kahlan raises her foot up as though to place it on Haven's chest in a dominant way of pinning her, but decides not to do so. That was over done and no longer original. Instead, she drops to a knee beside the unconscious super heroine and balls up her fist, save for her pinky finger, then places said finger on top of Wolverina. A wave of hate hits the Brit Bitch as the referee slides into view to commence his duties.
"1"
"2"
"3"
Like before, Kahlan saunters back to the corner as the ring adjutant starts to count to ten. Each count goes by slow, as if the ref is trying to give Haven every chance in the world to pull off a miracle revival, but as the count reaches "7" with Wolfie utterly lifeless still, all hope becomes lost.
"8"
Kahlan walks from her corner and stands over Wolverina, mocking her with the girl's very own crucifix pose as the ref utters "9" and "10".
DING! DING! DING!
Kahlan's music begins to play and her name is announced as winner.
Fuzz: What an arrogant bitch! I can not believe what we just witnessed!
Big Al: Kahlan's "streak" over Wolfie is still intact. 15-0. Un-freaking-believable. And now she is going to DoD and vy for the GHW Title. Wolfie's chances of ever holding that title just went south. They will be throwing snowballs in hell before she attains that strap.
The feed switches back to the present, where Haven is seen turning the monitor off and holding her head down in dejection. As she turns toward the camera, we see her face bruised and her eye all messed up. Her friend Josh joins with her in consoling manner but she shews him away, and finally looks into the camera after a few long seconds.
Wolverina: Congratulations Kahlan. You finally did it. You finally broke me. I'm woman enough to admit it. In the past you always had some kind of angle to help you beat me. Ambushes before and during the matches, crooked refs, controversial endings, Shawn Dreamer, Scally, the list goes on. Last week, however, was different. You walked into a match tailor made for me. A match that was impossible for me to lose. And you beat me. You crushed me. You broke me. You humiliated me. Fair and square. I've heard you say "no matter how many times I beat Haven's thick skull in, I just never can beat some sense into it" in many a promo from you. Well, guess what? You finally beat some sense into me, and by doing so you have made me realize what I must do to beat you. And is scares me. In order to beat you I must compromise my entire belief system. But so be it. My mission in life now is to prevent you from getting that GHW Title. Fire with fire if I must.
She takes a deep breath in and reflects for a second.
Wolverina: As for you Millson, I haven't forgotten your underhanded cowardice last month. Be that as it may, breath easy at DoD. When that bell rings at DoD you won't need to battle. Just sit at the commentator booth for a bit. After I am done martyring myself in the name of justice, to finally vanquish Kahlan from our memories, you and I will settle our differences. And in the end, you won't be so mighty anymore Millie.
She furls her lip up at the thought of someone else who's been popping off at the mouth recently.
Wolverina: Jerry Nate. You seem angry. You blasted a lot of people in that little rant last week, and I was one of them you flamed. If what you say is true about me sleeping my way to the top or getting handed things because I am a woman, then does it really matter? We have been in the same ring in a few different match types and I have made it further than you each and every time. You and that choir-boy-bad-boy-wannabe have had umpteen chances at beating me and neither of you EVER have. You two have had chances at correcting the injustices you see with me, but much like your penis sizes, you came up short each and every single time. Don't worry though. After DoD I will be coming to settle the score once and for all. I'll give you two ONE MORE SHOT at getting the monkey that is me off your backs. I promise you this. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must pray.
She brings her hands up in prayer gesture and closes her eyes.
Wolverina: Father God, thank you for the blessings you've spread upon me. Thank you for allowing me to live one more day. God, I come to you with hate and anger in my heart and mind full of dark thoughts. In the past I have asked you to help me overcome these emotions and you have never let me down. This time, however, I plead of you Almighty God, to hide your face from me. Remove your hand from me also, because the things I am about to do at Dawn of Destruction will erase my name from the Book of Life. But it must be done this way. I can not go into battle with Kahlan and Millson a virtuous woman. I will be so full of sin that you will not want to lay your all seeing eyes upon me. The wicked I am faced with can only be killed by wicked means. It is all they understand. All in all, in the end my Lord, forgive me for the atrocities to come from my hands. In Jesus Christ's precious and holy name I pray.... Amen."
With that, the scene slowly fades out to blackness.
EOT. Comments welcomed. Except from Jaggy, because he is a dookie head hehehehehehhehe. Just kidding, you know I loves ya big guy. ;D