FBtW: Santiago vs. Oliveira

[Matt Oliveira]

The ring crew place the last few donated pieces of destruction in the ring and ringside area as Coors stands in the middle of the mayhem. Surrounding him are various, albeit random, weaponry given forth from those on the opposite side of the guardrail. Some in the first row can be seen pointing at one or two objects in particular, possibly being the one charitable additive they themselves gave in.

In Ring:

• Singapore Cane
  
• Fish-o-War (leaning against a bottom turnbuckle pad)
  
• Laptop
  
• Fork
  
• Noose
  
• Razor
  
• MONSTRKOK License Plate
  
• Watercooler Jug on a Stick (in a corner)
  
• Pane of Glass (in a corner)
  
• Oderus Urungus Action Figure
  
• Replica KOTDM Title
  
• 2 Frying Pans
  
• Nunchuks
  
• N64 Package with games
  
• Staple Gun
  
• Phone Book
  
• Bag of Playtrium Coins
  
• Salt Shaker
  
• Gaffa Tape (duct tape)
  
• Weed Whacker
  
  

Outside of Ring:

• Shopping Cart
  
• Glass Coffee Table
  
• Bucket of Thumbtacks
  
• Barbedwire Board
  
• Cutout of Ryan Hughes
  
• Biker Chain
  
• Ice Pick
  
• Box of Lego
  
• A Kitchen Sink
  
• Bullwhip
  
• Reclining Chair
  
• Car Door
  
• Beer Keg
  
• T-Shirt Cannon
  

TBCB Dominik

[Dominik Santiago]

Charlie Coors: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Fan's Bring the Weapons Match!"

The elated audience rises to their feet cheering feverishly. The sudden dimming of the lights minimizes their bliss however, as the crowd once again becomes seated in anticipation for the epic contest. After a brief moment of tranquility, "You Know Your Right" by Nirvana comes to life on the speakers, blaring over the P.A. system. The spectators turn their attention to the stage area, their eyes focusing on the ominous white smoke that shoots up from the vents. The large GHW spotlight slowly advances up the ramp in crimson red, driving through the heart of the smoke and spurring the swaying of the curtains. Emerging before the eyes of the world, none other than the The Assassin who stands with his head in an askew, his black locks shielding his mug from the sudden aura of detestation radiating from the now livid crowd.

I would never bother you
I would never promise to
I will never follow you
I will never bother you
Never say a word again
I will crawl away for good

As the boos descend upon the Californian, Dominik crosses his arms in an 'X' formation across chest before snapping his head back, revealing his psychotic smile. He slowly outstretches his arms, lifting his head to the sky and posing in a crucifix, both mocking his adversary and unveiling the word "HERO" that's spray painted across his sternum. Keeping his arms extended, Dominik begins commences his saunter to the squared hell.

I will move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
I always knew it would come to this
Things have never been so swell
I have never felt failed to fail
Pain... (x3)
You know you're right (x3)

"Introducing first, from Hollywood, California, standing at 6 foot 2, and weighing in at 235 pounds... The EVPW Solid Core Champion...former Television Champion...and former GHW New Age Champion....The Assassin....DOMINIK SANTIAGO! "

Big Al: "Dominik Santiago returns home ladies and gentleman, and it's a shame he isn't getting the warm welcome he deserves!"
Fuzz: "Everyone has their opinion of Dominik Santiago, but I can tell you, Matthew Oliveira might have the worse of all!"
Big Al: "This is a rivalry that has intensified over the years. Dominik has shown blatant disrespect toward the Hardcore Genius, mocking him, hell driving Matthew toward near insanity!"
Fuzz: "This one isn't about titles either. This rivalry has been personal from day one and it finally gets settled here tonight where it all began-"
Big Al: "TOTAL CARNAGE!"

Dom takes a gander at the artillery upon entering the ring. As the lights regain their normal fixture, Dominik quickly scowls at Charlie Coors, the long time associate of his antagonist, possibly sending a message to the Genius himself that he means business. As the crowd's abhorrence subsides, Dominik surveys the arena, soaking in the moment, his return to GHW. As his theme for the evening pans out and becomes a distant memory in his mind, Dom takes a deep breath to calm his nerves, something he should have down during his first Total Carnage go around. With his pre-match jitters gone, Dominik locks his eyes on the curtains, his teeth gritting, his fists clenching, clearly eager to dismember his long time rival.

"This is the calm before the storm folks-"
"Brace yourselves! Nothing but chaos after this point!"

[Matt Oliveira]

Immediately following, the lights in the GHW Arena go out once again -acting as a catalyst for those in attendance to cheer for the man who would enter to do battle with Dominik for another chapter of his lengthy, historic career. Smoke billows out from the entrance way and the stage lights begin to flicker in a bright white, the beginning of "Sober" by Tool creeping into the atmosphere. The tron screen on one side of the stage begins playing Matt's entrance video, a colourless menagerie of madness accumulated over his experiences. The curtains shrivel and wave now, and with a fog hugging him from the waist down, he steps out in plain sight.

Coors: "AND THE OPPONENT...at a height of six feet, two inches, and weighing in at two-hundred and forty-eight pounds...he makes his return tonight as the "Most Successful Tag Team Fighty fighty person of the Decade"...a NeXuS Champion, a King of the Deathmatch, a GHW Original...He is THE "HARDCORE GENIUS"...MATTHEW OLIVEIRA!"

Oliveira stares down the aisle to where Dominik awaits beyond the ropes, a blank, monotonous signature that veils a realm of much more emotional mayhem. His temples retract from his jaw clenched so tight, yet the slightly drooping lips of the veteran do not bare vice-grip teeth underneath. Rather, Matt casually removes his leather jacket, slipping it off and tossing it hap-hazardly to his side revealing a *New* Oliveira Est. 2005 tee underneath -taped fists, padding, and denim shorts completing his ensemble; an M Ensign drawn onto one leg with a permanent marker. He cracks his knuckles on both hands and cocks his neck to each side rapidly to loosen them up and begins his walk to the ring, never breaking eye contact with The Assassin. He sports the same fatigue-appearing walk as usual, shoulders relaxed and arms dangling carelessly, his weight shifts from foot to foot cause him to sway almost -for some odd reason, these characteristics go unmatched, yet to outsiders seem unnoticed.

There's a shadow just behind me
Shrouding every step I take
Making every promise empty
Pointing every finger at me...

Waiting like the stalking butler
Whom upon the finger rests
Murder now the path called "must we"
Just because the Son has come...

A few meters from the ring, the Genius bursts forth in a dash and dives under the bottom rope. Dominik, knowing now what he wished to expect two full years earlier, is able to meet Oliveira as he stands and the two engage in a flurry of right hands.

Jesus, won't you fucking whistle
Something but what's past and done?-

Matt's theme cuts off as Referee Jack McGuiness signals for the bell, the fans applauding and cheering as the boiling point is reached as both snarl, sneer, and let fists fly in what could be the culmination of two years of bad blood and irritation.

TBCB Dominik

[Matt Oliveira]

The two participants continue hammering each other with wild fists, one arm flailing away, the other holding onto the rival to keep within arm's reach. The referee is forced to leap out of the way of what would be a cartoonish tornado of swinging knucklesammiches as they make their way across the ring and end up hurling unceremoniously into the ropes across from the aisle. Matt being with the trio of cord at his back, forfeits the upper hand in favor of his adversary who then lunges at his throat while he near froths at the mouth. Oliveira stomps on Santiago's foot -a dirty tactic in an otherwise sanctioned match- granting him little time and breathing room, following up with a straight jab to Dom's jaw. The Assassin stumbles back, The Genius escaping from his predicament with another punch, closing in with a quick step. The Canuck reels forth a third haymaker which is captured by Dom's open hand, the westerner driving a cold elbow into Matt's neck which rocks him. Oliveira is sent staggering into the ropes, and upon rebounding regains his composure and returns with an elbow of his own. The middleweight turns with the blow and creaks further away, leaving Oliveira to fall back into the ropes -both men collecting themselves. As Matt holds a hand to his neck, Santiago shakes his head whilst turning away, taking some time himself. The veteran pulls himself off the ropes once more and reaches to his waist, taking hold of his tee and lifting it up over his torso to bare his chest. He holds it aloft and looks out to the audience adjacent to him, motioning for any takers. With the quick poll he lobs the clothing out into the crowd with a small cheer rising from the little return donation from the fan favorite. With a flick of his hair, Matt turns back to his opponent, Dominik turned three-quarters away from him with a look over his shoulder of malice and grin. He turns slowly, revealing in his hands a customized license plate which reads MNSTRKOK. The buzzing of the crowd grows larger as weaponry now becomes imminent, the two about to do what they do best -beat the crap out of one another with stuff and such. The two lock eyes now, a stare down, one anticipating the other's first move. It is then that The Genius flexes his neck once more, adjusting it, before commencing.

Matt: "Bring it, you sonofabitch!"

Fuzz: "OH, IT'S ON. IT'S ON, I SAY."
Al: "...oh god, here we go."

Matt charges forward with a battle cry while Dom cocks back the article of vehicular identification, the two forces colliding in the center of the ring with the Genius in full Rhino Man charge.

WHAP!....WHAP!

Dominik sneaks in a second shot as Oliveira stumbles from recoil, resulting in a usual Weeble wobble unaided of support. Somewhat unfazed, he raises both hands again and flicks in his fingers, inviting Dominik for a third attempt to render him vertical from the plate. The macabre Assassin smirks and shakes his head, carelessly tossing the weapon from the ring -now possessing a decent curvature from Matt's cranium. He stares back at the Genius, miming the same gesture and waving an outstretched palm through the ring, bringing to attention the potential objects of their demise around them. On the defense, the multi-tag champion retreats without turning from Santiago to the edge of the ring, slowly reaching down and retrieving a phone book. The cheer builds up as soon as it is picked up into his grasp, Dom watching from the opposite side of the ring, widening his stance. Being a bit of the showman, Matt holds up the thick directory, coercing applause. The two men continue this episode of bull vs. matador as Dom charges now, making his way across the ring to...

WHAP!!

...have the phonebook smack across his face, this jerks his entire upper body in way of the strike. The younger nearly buckles at a knee from the trauma one wouldn't expect fully from such a seemingly harmless piece of literature while Oliveira pridefully pats the face of the book and lobs it harmlessly to the floor through the ropes -he then approaches the reeling Assassin and repeats the same "Bring It On" motion, recommending another round until one of them drop.

"A brain cell count, anyone? Brain cell count? Do I hear 300,000? 500,000? How many lives will be ended tonight? Do I hear one million?"
"Either way, they're not sold yet."

Dominik bites his bottom lip in attempt to sound out his honest thoughts about the Canuck who returns the favor with a cheeky grin. Instead, still wobbling, he flips him off stubbornly before fetching his next draft. The dreadlocked deviant steadies himself with a hand to the top rope, and reaches down for his next pick...a Singapore Cane. Only assuming a martial artist is in attendance, Santiago picks it up and regains his composure, turning back to Matt and beginning a Babe Ruth warm up and sending a wad of spit to the mat below. Oliveira takes a deep breath once more, and takes another run at Dom as he winds up for a home run derby. In a lightning-quick, swift motion, the cane cuts through the air and snaps across the crest of the Canadian's cranium.

CRACK!

Stopped in his tracks, the Californian takes his time and peels back the cane once more, liberty knocking twice as Matt remains punch-drunk before him.

CRACK!

The cracked reeds slash back down upon Matt's head, sharply lacerating a two inch gash on the right side of his hairline. Oliveira's ankle rolls out from under him, sending his frame into a sharp strafe to the side. He collapses to one knee before frantically reaching toward the incoming ropes like his opponent previous, then saving his pride in this tough-man competition taking place. The audience cheers in favor of his last-stitch attempt, hereby continuing his participation. Santiago's eyes widen in surprise, assuming his best efforts with a common weapon would do him much more favor than the H-Games previous with the same adversary. He frustratingly hikes the stick over the ropes and pounds a fist into his open hand, pining, seething to get the next round over with. The weakened Genius slowly makes his way, on two feet, back to his corner where his repetoire of weaponry awaits his selection. He pads his fingers to the discomfort on his scalp, coming to realize he's been cut open a tad too early for his liking. Rather than panic, he pulls himself back together...to stop dead in his tracks at a creation too far familiar to him. He wraps his hand around the compressed wooden dowel and tilts it closer to him, lifting the blunt end off the mat and hoists it up onto his shoulder -revealing a translucent blue jug on the end.

Fuzz: "OH YES! 'You remember this, Al?"
"You're kidding me! What kind of hell is THAT?"

The grimace turns to grin on Matt's goatee'd craw once again, those watching on now buzzing louder than before. Like before, Oliveira holds his selection high for mass approval, and approved it is -a staple of Fan-Bring-the-Weapons matches for near two years now. So accustomed to this environment it now has it's own affectionate name. Dominik cackles at the watercooler jug, on a pike no less, appearing no more than a harmless gag than any "international" object capable of REAL damage. Santiago crouches in a squat, waiting for The Genius to be at the ready. A moment's pass and the jug is prepped...Dom runs full tilt, intent on surpassing the jug for Matt himself, moreso sending him through the pane of glass behind him. The Assassin closes in, as does the jug, the fans increasing in volume and pitch until the moment of contact...

"wwwwwwwwwwwwuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-!"

KAH-TUNK!...thud

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!"

The uproar stems as Santiago collapses from the hit, the jug packing more punch than expected and flexing with resistance. Matt stumbles from the exertion of force put into the shot, gathering himself and hoisting the jug-on-a-stick aloft once more in shout of victory.

"CLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYDE!"

TBCB (assumingly not, but who's counting) Dominik

[Dominik Santiago]

The befuddled Assassin rolls under the bottom rope in retreat, and crashes to the concrete below. As he writhes in pain on the floor, the Genius relinquishes Clyde, and completes his tentative triumph with his signature crucifix pose. As the crimson trickles down his face Oliveira remains elated. However, his cheer deteriorates as his opponent regains his bearings, leaning over on the apron, but clearly fatigued. The Canuck leans into the ropes for momentum, before bouncing off the cables and charging at his lethargic rival. As Matthew slides down to the canvas and drives his feet forward, he falls prey to the Assassin's trap. The possum playing Californian quickly moves from the apron, grasping and pulling the ring cover with him, forcing the Genius to slide out of the ring, and land straddling the ring cover. Captured like a fly in the arachnids nest, Oliveira braces himself for the impeding punishment. Dominik hastily cocks a fist before plunging it into the cheek bone of the multi-tag champion, beating some seriousness into the Canadian as well as softening him up. As the slobber-knocker of a right hand keeps the Genius at bay, the Assassin turns his attention to the shopping cart, gazing at it with a disturbing fascination.

His face contorts into a malevolent gaze, as his spiteful eyes dart back and fourth from his wounded adversary and the vehicular weapon. Dominik scurries to the shopping cart, his miracle working hands clutching the handles tightly, further raising his spirits. In a swift motion, Dominik swings his position around like an immature child let loose in the shopping mart. With his target completely vulnerable, Santiago vigorously drives the cart forward. Following a mighty push, the cart collides with the legs of the Stone Orchardian, eliciting shrieks of agony!

Big Al: "CLEAN UP ON AISLE ONE!!'
Fuzz: "What a nasty collision. Ollie's knees could be severely bruised!"

The Genius slowly descends to the floor before rolling under the ring cover. As he gradually climbs to his feet, Dominik already moves in for the kill, advancing toward the battered Canuck. The crafty veteran allows Dominik to believe he's in control, but when the Assassin lunges forward, Matthew circumvents the attack, deftly sidestepping before wrapping his legs around Santiago's feet. The Assassin's legs are taken out from under him, leaving him falling forward, face first into the steel stairs. The Drop Toe Hold buys Oliveira some time to rethink his strategy, as the Genius climbs back to his feet. Looking to exact some measure of retribution, Oliveira marches to the shopping cart, quickly manning his battle station. As the groggy Assassin staggers, Ollie takes a step back, using the cheers of the lively crowd as fuel to the flame. As they rally behind him, Oliveira runs toward his antagonist before shoving the cart with tremendous force. Dominik catches a glimpse of his threat, but unlike a deer in the headlights, the agile Assassin leaps into the air, miraculously landing into the cart. With the cart still in motion, Dominik leaps again, this time exiting the vehicle, and soaring at his appalled aggressor. The shocked Oliveira lowers his head and leads by his shoulder in desperation, managing to connect with his target as his shoulder blade plunges into the beast's belly. The arena trembles from the blow, much like the writhing Assassin, and as "Holy Shit" chants begin to surface, the two competitors remain sprawled.

"You don't get charged for damaged goods at the Supermarket Al! The Genius just proved it!"
"I don't know what Dom had planned there, but I can guarantee you that when he drew it up, it didn't end with a Spear!"

The barbarians crawl off in opposite directions, both combatants searching for solace and both men looking for a window of opportunity to gain the upperhand. Reaching their feet almost simultaneously, the two bitter enemies exchange eye contact, before Dominik cowardly turns to the apron and commences to climb. Before Santiago can escape however, the Genius quickly plods toward him and grasps the rim of of his shorts. Before Matthew can attack, the Assassin blasts him in the nose with his elbow, the stiff shot sending the Genius back into a recoil, whilst allowing Dominik to slide through the ropes and find refuge in the squared hell. Panting heavily, Dominik relishes his escape, but in his brief moment of relief, he leaves himself susceptible to Matt's retribution. The Genius stealthily climbs onto the apron, and leans in between the ropes before seizing the incognizant Californian by his locks. With his foe in his clutches, Oliveira allows the fists to rain down upon his adversary, unloading his aggression across the Assassin's sternum with his free hand. Panicking, Dominik frantically slides his hand across the canvas, managing to grasp the frying pan lying beside him. He tightly clenches the handle, before swinging the frying pan across his body in a Gnarfflinger induced motion.

"CRACK!"

The pan clashes into the Canuck's cranium, scrambling Matt's brains and leaving him lifelessly hanging along the second rope.

"A thunderous shot! The Butcher is somewhere smiling, I can tell you that!"
"Where is Gnarfflinger anyways?"
"Soaking in his retirement fund! And you don't hear me complaining!"

With the Genius still in his precarious position, the vindictive Assassin slowly climbs to his feet, displaying a callous indifference toward Matt's suffering. The bloodied Genius is absolutely oblivious to his stalking predator, and as he raises his head in defiance, his tormentor quickly lifts his leg up before burying the sole of his boot into the Canadian's crimson mask. The vicious boot to the skull sends Ollie through the ropes, where he lifelessly flops onto the apron, leaving Dominik standing victorious. The cold-blooded, indurate Assassin backs into the center of the ring, before turning his attention to the despondent crowd and taunting them. Slowly posing in Matthew's well documented crucifix pose, Dominik vaingloriously addresses the New Yorkers.

"WHO'S LAUGHING NOW!?"

As Dominik berates the audience, the Genius beigns to stir, leaning down the apron and opening his weary eyes to find the steel biker chain. With his narcissistic opponent occupied, Matthew retrives the chain, wrapping it around his right hand before leaning back up onto the apron. His movements alert the egomaniacal Assassin, as Dominik shakes his head in upmost disgust. As Matthew climbs to his knees, Dominik sticks head through the ropes, looking to do more damage but finding something rather unpleasant instead. The Genius obstructs Dom's vision with his left hand, before swinging his fist upward from his body, delivering a powerful stroke to the Lord of the Flies' chin.

"POP!"

The mammoth uppercut ignites the audience, and leaves Santiago with buckled knees. As his world swirls around him, Dominik eventually succumbs to the pain, collapsing like a severed tree, landing supinely on the mat. With his nemesis nursing a possibly broken jaw, the Genius struggles to his feet, before marching toward the turnbuckle. The former KOTDM slowly ascends up the turnbuckle, a very uncharacteristic move by the Genius but due to the enviorment, the situaiton demands it. Perching himself at the top of the moutain, Matthew sneers down at the battered Assassin who finally begins to stir. Santiago reaches for the ropes in an attempt to gain more stability, as the effects of the destructive uppercut remain lingering. Unable to grasp the cables, Dominik stumbles in place, looking like a small gust could sweep him off his feet.

As he turns to the corner, Matthew prepares himself for his leap, clasping his hands together, the steel biker chain shinning in the arena lights. Matthew suddenly leaps down from the turnbuckle, mightfully swinging his fists downward, looking to severe Dominik's head. Despite being rocked moments ago, the Assassin musters enough strength to counter, leaping into the air, bringing his knees inward before making the full extension, protruding his legs. The former Solid Core Champion plants his boots into the sternum fo the falling Genius, leveling Matthew with a picture-perfect dropkick that sends him to the canvas with a thud.

"What a move! I'm astounded that Dominik had enough left in him to even counter! These two are giving it their all!
"As much as this has been a legalized massacre, this has been a chessmatch. The Genius and the Assassin have both expended thier pawns, and they've left themselves ripe for the picking!"
"Who's getting the checkmate Al?"
"I don't know, but I can assure you, we're one vital mistake away from gaining the answer!"