KotDM - DTG vs Wolverina Home Run Derby Match

[TPK]

The scene opens with a shot of the announce booth, commentators, Big Al Mulligan and Colin "Fuzz" Jennings are sitting at their appointed positions at the announce booth.

Big Al: Here we go Fuzz, KotDM match, will it stay that at the end of this match though? Or will we have to change it to QUEEN of the Deathmatch?

Fuzz: I don't know for sure Big Al, Haven has had a trying evening already what with her being in the tag title match, there is also the little preoccupation with the meds. Who the hell knows if she is going to be able to keep focused? If she does, it'll be one hell of a contest.

The house lights flicker lightly, the audience begins to stir just as the lights then cut totally off leaving everyone in darkness, the only light coming from flashbulbs and lighters. Duel of the Fates hits the speaker system whipping the NeXuS crowd into a frenzy, boos and jeers voiced loudly almost drowning out the music.

Coors: The following, is a Home Run Derby Match, and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from "A Galaxy Far Far Away." Standing six feet four inches tall, and weighing in this evening at two hundred and fifty-five pounds, The Lord of the Sith, and reigning King of the Deathmatch Champion. DARTH...THAT...GUY!

DTG creeps slowly out onto the top of the ramp, between flashes of light his usual flowing cloak can be seen, his hood serving to cover his head. The Sith Lord continues his trek down towards the ring, stopping at the bottom of the ramp prompting the lights to return to normal. That Guy flips his head back dropping the hood of his cloak down, he then unties it and let's the flowing garment slide down his body and crumple in a heap by his feet. DTG takes his lightsaber from his hip and drops it down on his cloak before stepping up onto the apron and climbing through the ropes and into the ring where he slides his belt off of his shoulder, presents it to the ref, and walks un-energetically to his corner. The ref holds the prize high in the air before presenting it to the time keeper who serves as it's guardian for the time being.

Big Al: Haven has got a tremendous task set before her, Darth That Guy is not a person to be taken lightly. With this being what it is, a Home Run Derby Match, it makes it a little more even...but don't forget Darth is the KING of the Deathmatch.

Fuzz: Wait, what's this? Big All Mulligan actually going to...bat...for Darth That Guy? The last few times we've commentated on Darth's matches you have been his toughest critic, you've had nothing but bad to say about the man at every turn.

Big Al: What can I say Fuzz, he's a ghoulish freak...but he's a ghoulish freak with powerful allies. He has to have some remnant of gray matter to align himself with Jaggeroth and his Circus.

TBC By Haven (OOC: Best of luck )

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[Wolverina]

Lead up to this:
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A hush came over the crowd, an eerie silence that was probably due to every set of lungs preparing to unleash their love for the next participant. What she had done against Brian, and her act of defiance in the tag title match, combined to thrust the fan base into a sense of sweet nostalgia. Many pressed and jockeyed against the barrier, battling to see who would get to touch the People's Princess. In the middle of all of that, "Zombie" by The Cranberries began to play.



The first 0:50 passed by, letting the effect build until alas the curtain moved to the side and out stepped the woman in question. The response rivaled that of Commonwealth's return as she stood on the top of the ramp clad in her attire of old.



Coors: And introducing his opponent, weighing in at 150 pounds and standing 5'8" tall. Hailing from Blair, Nebraska, she is the former EVPW TV champion, current GHW Golden Angel champion, and YOUR Princess ... WOOOOOLLLLLLVVEERRIINNAA!!!

The tight lines of her gladiatoress corset outlined the slender curve of her waist, the full blossoming of her breasts, the garment's coloration highlighting the obsidian darkness of her eyes and the seductive flesh of her body. She was lovely of course, but her appearance was belied by the serviceability of her clothing. It was easy to move in and hard to catch hold of. As she exited the top of the ramp and began her march toward the unimaginable, a series of red, white and blue pyro shot up from the ramp, sailing high into the air. The sound from it sent a chill of excitement up her spine and sparked a new ripple of applause from the crowd, motivating her and them. Mid-way down the path Wolfie broke into a sprint, only stopping once she leaped onto the ring apron and peered into the sea of supporters.

The Fuzz: Listen to this ovation, just wow ... WOW!

Big Al: I had high hopes for this gal, especially from what I saw in that match with Brian Breme, but now I am not so sure. If she starts pandering to the fans again, she may turn out to be victimized over and over again just like she was last time.

The Fuzz: I don't think Wolverina will ever be the "same" again after the recent actions of Jaggeroth. And I think it may just be Darth the one getting victimized tonight. After all, he serves under Jaggeorth now and it would be justice served if Haven can topple a member of the Psychotic Circus.

Haven stood tall and proud, her arms held out in her trademark pose as she howled into the air, her body trembling from the unadulterated intensity coursing through it. Then, she turned and slunk through the ropes, entering into the squared hell with eyes locked on the assorted bats of all Deathmatch variations. Her eyes met Darth's next, and the two approached one another, the customary stare-down coming as Haven's music faded.

DING DING DING

Wolfie's contract:
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TBCB DTG (Good luck to you as well dear sir.) ;D

[TPK]

The stare down ends abruptly as Haven goes on the offensive, looking to catch her much larger opponent off guard. Wolvie connects with a series of stiff kicks to the inner thighs of Darth, this only staggers him a little giving The People's Princess a ray of hope. Haven feigns another kick, but switches up to a backhand chop to the ribs as Darth pulls his leg out of the way of the kick causing him bend slightly. Haven seizes her spot, hooking her arm around the neck of The Sith Champion and dropping to the mat, using DTG's own momentum to flip over her shoulder and land on his back with a deft thud that shakes the ring ropes.

Big Al: Darth, not looking that great early on. You'd think joining The Circus would have helped the guy out, but c'mon Haven is manhandling him here.

Fuzz: Haven is not to be taken lightly Big Al, She is a tenacious competitor and if anyone can knock Darth off of his throne, it's her.

Big Al: Maybe, though she has been a bit distracted lately, what with her addictions.

Darth rolls quickly to his side, and pushes up off of the mat to a stand. Wolverina hops back and forth on the balls of her feet and stares intently at DTG, a sense of confidence ever present in her eyes. The Cutie-Pie Cornhusker approaches Darth again, but quickly gets stricken down by Darth who shoots forward, turns to the side, and thrusts himself hip first into Wolvie before landing a clubbing blow to her upper back causing her to drop face first to the ground getting a boo from the fans. Darth turns his attention to the fans and scans the crowd with his eyes, not yet ready to bring in the lumber That Guy locks his right hand in the dark locks of The People's Princess, slowly pulls her to her feet, and pulls her up into suplex position. Darth keeps Haven held vertically, but before he can go for the drop Haven manages to shift her weight back enough to allow her to drop behind Darth, she falls to her back, DTG's neck cradled in her arms causing the crowd to burst into Wolvie chants.

Fuzz: WOW! The Champion going for a suplex, but stalled too long allowing Haven to drop it into a tremendous looking neckbreaker. If she can keep nailing moves like that then I have to say, we are looking at our new champion!

Big Al: Maybe so, but if Darth can nail one good solid move it's lights out for Haven, he has a much wider array of moves available in this match up due to his size alone.

Fuzz: That really doesn't matter Big Al. Especially when you factor in those bats that have yet to come into play. Size won't mean much, if Haven can swing a bat she can chop Darth down to size. And her being a Nebraskan, I'm sure she is quite handy with a ball bat.

Haven, rather than getting up to her feet, rolls out of the ring and takes a quick glimpse at her bat selection before quickly selecting the tack bat and rolling back into the ring, before getting up to her feet in the corner. Haven gets a good grip on the tack covered bat and slowly moves out of the corner, Darth, unaware that Haven is ready to wale on him with the bat, gets to his feet only to be caught in the gut with the bat. Haven pulls the bat away pulling bits of Darth's shirt away from his skin in the process. Haven doesn't let up, landing a series of stiff bat shots into her opponent, each one more brutal than the last. She ends the barrage by clubbing DTG in the back of the head with the bottom of the bat dropping him to a knee. Haven pulls back, as if she is about to hit a homer, but gets cut off by Darth who shoots his big right hand forward and wraps it around Wolverina's pretty little neck, The People's Princess drops the bat and struggles against DTG who quickly gets back to his feet and lifts her high into the air, places his free hand on her back, and slams Wolverina to the ground giving him the upper hand yet again.

Fuzz: No! Wolverina just got chokeslamed right to Hell...well in her case Heaven. She was doing well, landing some very good shots but she got caught off guard and is now looking up at lights. Can she possibly come back from that?

Big Al: Doubtful Fuzzy, very doubtful. Haven is a tough cookie, no doubt about that. But she is fighting an uphill battle here and Darth just proved that with that huge chokeslam. All he has to do is go for the cover and he'll walk out of here championship still around his waist.

Darth paces back and forth for a moment, he then rolls The Addict over with his left foot and looks down at her for a brief moment before lightly placing his right foot down on her chest prompting the ref to rush over and get himself in position to make the count. The ref barely manages to reach two before Haven juts a shoulder off of the canvas getting the crowd into fired up. Darth backs away from Haven and wrings his hands, not once letting his eyes leave her as she pulls herself to a stand with the middle rope. Darth leans back in the corner, waiting for The Nubile Nebraskan to get herself back into the match. Once ready Wolvie walks to mid-ring and taunts DTG who rolls his neck and pushes himself out of the corner, and towards the middle of the ring. Darth jolts towards Haven, but she simply ducks and dashes forward before spinning to reface Darth, Darth turns to face his opponent and gets caught with the bottom of Haven's boots as she leaves the mat and rams both of her feet in DTG's chest sending him stumbling towards the ropes.

TBC

[Wolverina]

After the dropkick, Haven returns to her feet as quickly as she can, although already fatigued and a bit worn from her earlier contest. Darth is just coming back to her from his stumble against the ropes and she decides to go the Lou Thesz press route in order to ground and pound him - to release more of that pent up addict anger. She takes flight toward him but the Star Wars fanatic catches her along his shoulder, and quickly positions his arms around the the back of her succulent thighs. She yelps as he leaps into the air while turning 180 degrees, before driving her spine first into the canvas with a snappy, crisp downward spike. The Nebraskan lies motionless as DTG rolls off of her and stares at the ceiling for a moment, recovering fully before trying to stand back up. He rolls once more and pushes himself off of the mat, more embarrassed than hurt from Haven's quick little pin-point dropkick. Cassady's resilience is probably the only thing that prevents Darth from outright pinning her while she's down. She'd began to move, and The Sith Lord knows enough about her to realize if she moves, there's still fight left in her.

"I don't agree with Darth passing up the pin here, he's got her. I told you earlier that all Darth needed to end her was a big move and you can't get much bigger than a murderous spinebuster. Too bad he is toying with her, match should be over right now."
"He's rolling with Jaggy now, so he probably wants to just punish her until he's satisfied with whatever sick torture he has planned for her."

The patrons boo heavily as Darth That Guy does the universal cut throat gesture, letting all know the end is nigh for their precious little princess. Wolverina slowly stands, slightly hunched over, her right hand behind her back favoring the impacted area. What she finds confuses her, forcing a vexed expression along her delicate features. There stands Darth, his arm held out in front of him, with his hand curled into a position that would be reserved for choking someone - but Haven is clearly well out of reach for him to choke her. She looks to her left and right, then back at That Guy, the fans cheering and laughing a little bit.

"(Places face into hand and shakes head) Oh geez, not this. He's trying to use the 'the force' to execute the Sith Choke. That idiot. It's never worked in the past, why is he doing it now?"
"Hahaha, this should be interesting. Maybe Wolfie can catch a few quick breaths and knock his face off with some Goodness Gracious?"

To the contrary, Wolverina suddenly tenses up, the panes and hollows of her strong-yet-feminine musculature tightening and twitching some. Her mouth opens but all that comes out are choked words as Darth confidently walks toward her. As he approaches she drops to her knees, her Academy award winning performance now including on-demand tears trailing down her cheeks. The Lord of all things Sith-like chuckles like a true villain would then looks down at the gorgeous graceling, spotting her eyes widening with pools of innocent hope and plead mercy. He chooses not to give her any, and raises his non-force using hand to the sky, ready to smite the Queen. His ploy is negated in an instant as Wolverina lashes out like a bolt of southern lighting. She leaps up and wraps her hands about the back of his head, interlocking her fingers for maximum grip, while simultaneously bringing her knees up and placing them flush against the center of his pectoral region. Letting gravity due the rest of the work, she braces for impact and moans as her tender back impacts the canvas. The end justifies the means, though. Darth suffers the worst of the exchange, the expanse of his chest rippling with an immense pain and burning sensation from where her patellas were placed. The Sith Lord's body stiffens straight up for a second then collapses backward, right into the embrace of the near corner.

"(Laughing hysterically with Big Al and anyone else that was just watching what happened) What a brilliant, absolutely cunning counter by the Queen of Extreme! She made Darth think that, for once in his life, the force was REALLY with him hahahhaa. And then, BAM, Chestcracker .. surprise."
"Hahaha, somebody give that woman an Academy Award. Priceless piece of NeXus memory just happened folks, and you were here to witness it, hahaha."
"Yeah, and she didn't even have to use a nail gun or power tool to do it. Welcome to the new era of GHW one and all!"

With her opponent now reeling, the People's Princess stands up and charges at him like a run away train. Once in desired range, she takes to the air, aiming both pedal extremities not at DTG, but between the top and middle ring ropes. As her frame sails through the ropes, she snaps out her right arm, landing a unique lariat across his afflicted chest as the rest of her body slips through the ropes. Wolverina is able to reclaim her arm without injuring it and comes to a cat-like landing on her feet atop the black padding outside. With great urgency she hops onto the apron of the ring as The Empire's Number One Fan stumbles out from the corner clutching his pecs. Haven looks to her fans real quick and smiles while holding a quick finger into the air before grasping hold of the top cable. Next, she bends down and thrusts herself upward, landing on the rope with great ease. She's in flight less than a second thereafter, hurtling toward the Sith Lord, whom so happens to aimlessly wander right into her line of fire. Wolfie coils her right arm back, twisting her body some with it, chambering it like a bullet in a gun. The Christian Cutie lets loose with it, walloping him upside the head with her forearm - Superman style.

Her foe drops like a sack of potatoes, but almost immediately starts scrambling to get up, although it would be best to stay down and let the cobwebs clear up first. The Cutest of the Cute skids along the mat and rolls onto her back before swiftly hoisting up her legs, kipping up ala HBK. She transitions right into her famous pose, bellowing out a loud she-wolf howl that garners the biggest fan reaction of the night. The very foundation of the GHW arena shakes under the noise from her court, sending her heart to beat at a furious rhythm. A demand is heard now...

"CHRISTIAN-SIDE-HUG, CHRISTIAN-SIDE-HUG, CHRISTIAN-SIDE-HUG!"

The sacred move, held only for extra special occasions, is what they demand and so shall it be done. Nebraska's Favorite Daughter crouches, hands clapping strongly to build the drama - the fans following along like sheep. Her wait becomes too excessive, ushering in her impatient side. Stepping in from behind the now on his knees Sith Lord, Haven only reaches his head before the man hastily turns to the left, bringing the already used Thumbtack Bat with him. It smacks her tummy again, this time bypassing the already gashed attire and splitting the flesh beneath in small sections, deeper. She scoots back and doubles over, clutching her wounds as DTG makes it back to the vertical base with his weapon in tow. The kotDM champion wastes no time in his rebuttal. Closing in on her, he leans down a little and reaches around her, placing the bat horizontally along her back while his arms fit under her arm-pits. That Guy pulls her close with a severe yank, then stands straight up, lifting her off her feet while securing her body tightly against his. A despondent feeling overcomes the crowd as DTG jumps straight up as though to perform a Belly-to-Belly Plex. But mid-way through he suddenly twists to the side and comes down hard with turbulent force, obliterating the Rookie Of The Year Candidate between his 255 pound frame and the horrid weapon pinned beneath her. This also causes a pinfall.

1..2..

TBC (OOC: I EDITED a few typos and incorrect spellings. Nothing major.)

[TPK]

The Husker Hottie somehow manages to roll up a shoulder at the last moment whipping the crowd into a frenzy. The Jedi Nemesis slowly rises to his feet, his gaze fixated on Haven. Darth places his hands on his hips and backs away from Haven, waiting on her to get back up.

Big Al: Wait, how did she get out of THAT!? She just got driven spine first....SPINE FIRST, into a tack bat.

Fuzz: The Christian Cutie isn't going down that easily. She worked her ass off to get this far, you really think she's going to let it all go to waste like that?

Big Al: It's gotta be the pain killers, that's the only way she could have taken THAT and kicked out!

Haven slowly sits up, the bat slides slowly off of her back taking small chunks of skin with it, the more attractive competitor in the contest cringes as the cool arena air wisps past her wounds. The pain only temporarily gets to Haven, she pushes to her feet and shoots a look at Darth who stares back, his blank eyes almost emulate black holes. The Sith pushes away from the corner and slowly strides toward Haven, who more so than any other time in this match, looks determined to best Darth. Wolvie quickly shoots forward and wraps herself around the left leg of DTG, wraps to the back of the leg, and throws her body weight into the back of the knee causing DTG to buckle and fall shoulder first onto the tack bat. A groan is heard from the fans, followed by a "Haven Rules" chant which gets a rise from The Nebraska Beauty. Wolverina takes a couple of hasty steps forward before leaping up into the air, crossing her arms across her chest, and landing back first between DTG's shoulder blades forcing him further down onto the bat, gaining an audible response from him in the process.

Fuzz: And in an instant Haven flips the script on Darth That Guy. Using that brain of hers, Haven forces Darth's wheels to go which drops him on the bat, after that she emphasizes on that with a crafty senton. Darth feels like a pin cushion right now, I can guarantee it.

Big Al: Shenanigans! Darth That Guy needs to stop screwing around here, it's like a game of cat and mouse here only the cat is losing. The cat isn't supposed to lose, not unless we are talking Tom & Jerry!

The "Mouse", as Big Al called her moments ago, rolls DTG over onto his back and wastes no time in covering him. The official rushes to slide into place, he checks Darth's shoulders and hurries into his count, he manages to slap the mat for a second time before Darth powers Haven off of his chest and raises slowly back to a stand. Haven, who was practically thrown off of DTG, lands on her feet and snaps forth with a crisp kick that catches DTG in the hip, DTG backs away prompting Haven to go for yet another thunderous kick. This time, however, Darth traps the left foot between his torso and his arm, he quickly yanks Haven forward and uses his free arm like a hook, slamming it right into the chest of The Christian Princess causing her to lose her footing and land on her back. The Lord of the Sith drags Haven to mid ring and backs towards the ropes, upon reaching the ropes he propels himself forward. Haven, seeing this happening before her very eyes, rolls out of the way and pulls the nearby bat into DTG's path just as he leaves his feet. Darth, sees the bat on the ground, and tries to alter his path but with no luck. The fans cheer loudly as he falls gut first on the bat. Haven quickly heads to the nearest corner and grabs the bat that is in it, the Taipei Bat. The People's Princess reaches Darth and rips his shirt away from his body exposing his bare back, she then takes aim with and brings the glass covered bat down onto the spine of The Circus General causing blood to trickle out around the glass shards that remain lodged in his back when Haven removes the bat itself from his back. Haven, not nearly content with the damage done, lands another shot a little lower almost hitting DTG in the butt, when she goes for a third shot Darth instinctively rolls onto his back, shoving a few of the glass bits further into the skin. Just as the bat is about to land Darth pops to a kneel and grabs the base of the bat, a struggle for control ensues but Haven is unable to match Darth's strength and soon has the bat ripped from her hands.

Fuzz: Oh no, this doesn't look good for Haven. Darth has a weapon who knows what he'll do to her?

Big Al: I know what i'd do given the chance, and trust me it would not be pretty. Whatever he does though, he needs to make it big. He has let Haven have the advantage for far too long here.

Fuzz: Let her? Al, are you sure YOU aren't the one on medication?

Darth cringes a little as he gets the rest of the way up and grips the bat tightly, Haven frantically looks around but ultimately decides to take Darth head on, this proves to be a bad idea. Darth cuts through the air with the bat and nails Haven in the top of the head, her face turns pale for a moment, and she slumps to the side as the lights reflect off of a shard of glass stuck in her forehead. Darth slowly kneels beside Haven, bat still in hand, he forces the bat down onto her forehead and slowly rolls it back and forth as he shoves down on it. Haven kicks her feet and squeals in pain as the flesh rips from her skull and the blood begins to flow down her lovely face. Darth then rolls the Taipei Bat away and presses himself onto Haven prompting the ref to once again slide over and make his count.

ONE!

Big Al: Woah, that's not what I was thinking at all. That was actually worse, I could never do something like that to such a lovely young thing!

TWO!

Fuzz: Sick, just plain sick is what it is Big Al! Darth That Guy is a monster, I just hope Haven isn't going to have any permanent scarring!

TBC

[Wolverina]

THWACK!

The third mat-slap is voided after Darth rolls off of Haven, his brain-case full of searing pain from the unforeseen blow.

"YES! She survived! What a resourceful woman. She used that gruesome Taipei Bat to whack him in the side of the head."
"I hate to say it now, but gotta give the girl her due. However, it was just a minor slip up by Darth, he knows what he's doing. I mean, she was BARELY able to get her hands on that bat to break the count. Another inch or two, the crowd would be rioting right now cause DTG would be walking out STILL King of the Deathmatch champion.

The robbery of sure-fire victory raises the ire of the Sadistic Sith, fueling him to block out the pain as he stands. The People's Princess valiantly tries to stand with the object in her hand, but her foe is already waiting. Darth reaches out sharply, ripping the bat away from her hand like a father would a son caught with a prohibited item. She counteracts with a desperately thrown "Goodness Gracious" Superkick, a move that Darth sees coming well in advance. He catches her foot with ease and shoves it away to the left, forcing her back to him so that he may put the final touches on his masterpiece of macabre. Instead, he is blindsided by a blazingly fast heel to the chin; the consequences of something he never took into account about his opponent.

"She STILL nailed it! Wolfie's AMBIDEXTROUS! She caught him with some of that Goodness Gracious."
"Hot damn, and you call Darth the CRUEL one in this match? He's gonna need a friggin' straw to eat from for awhile! Just look at him, Fuzz, she knocked him clean through the ropes to the outside!"
"I see and may I say good riddance? Darth may have been destroying her for most of this match, but that right there proved Wolfie is becoming quite the little Ring General - she used the momentum he sent her away with to her advantage, very keen."

Wolverina stands courageously with aid from the ropes, her very life-force speckling the cables and canvas beneath her. Under a roof-blowing showering of support, she carries on, trudging toward the corner containing the Barbed Wire Bat above it. Her breathing is rapid and uncontrolled, each heaving breath doing amazing things to her bountiful breasts as she climbs up and not only retrieves the 3rd bat, but makes sure to prise the chain from the pole's loop - giving her an added weapon to the bat itself. The Cutie-Pie ambles back to the center of the ring and looks at the bat as if possessed by it. By all means, tonight she would become immortal. With her heart blackened by pain and her will forged in battle, she takes off running like a bat outta hell.

At the ropes she leaps over the top one, narrowly clearing it with the weapon held high and back, arming herself with the power of a full swing. The kotDM champ is on one knee now and oblivious to what's coming. She hurtles down toward him, screaming like a bloodthirsty Indian upon sending the strike in, cracking the top of his scalp open with the same skill and violence as a Spartan at Thermopylae. They both falter; one from the move, the other from using all she had left to deliver it. Neither move for awhile, letting the chants roll in until they both begin to stir at the same time. Wolfie stands first, but while DTG is on his knees, he lifts up a section of the black mats and pulls back with all his might, yanking Wolfie's footing right out from under her. This time he is quick enough to pounce and get the weapon away from her so he could ACTUALLY use it.

"No, oh no!"
"Yes, oh yes. It's back to square one for Wolverina. It's all over but the crying now."

He makes quick use of the chain that dangles from the bat's end, wrapping it around Cassady's neck until it can not longer do so. The link noose takes hold of Wolfie's air supply, cutting it off swiftly as Darth, for some reason, begins undoing some of the barbed wire from around the bat. The Lord of the Sith doesn't seem to mind the nasty cuts slicing into his hands from pulling at the wire, in fact, it seems to give him more drive - the benefits will indeed far outweigh the pain for him. After he'd untangled enough of it, the Sadist Sith sits her up and kneels behind her while reaching around and placing the wire clad bat against her face and forehead, grinding it back and forth along her gouged visage. In conjunction with this, he uses his other hand to work the barbed wire he'd pulled from it around her head and the weapon itself, so that it now holds in place.

The utterly deplorable act brings forth a hurling of hate, food and beverages at the man hellbent on not only beating Wolfie, but apparently killing her too. A strong tug and she's scraped from the floor now, her face apple red from loss of precious oxygen and cascading hemoglobin. And just like that, her head is tucked away between his legs and both arms pulled up behind her back, locked in place by the undisputed King of the Deathmatch. He pulls her arms upward, lifting the challenger upside down into a Double Underhook Piledriver position. The world can only watch on helplessly, powerless, as Darth spins 90 degrees and sits out, releasing their Princess at just the right time to deposit her savagely onto the steel ringsteps. The impact is barbaric and the sound from it harmful to the ears. All noise is sequestered from what just happened, the camera's lens scanning the crowd, gaging their reaction. Many hands are over eyes and mouths, tears falling from children old enough to attend.

"(In somber tone) He just killed her, or at the very least ended her career. Darth has never 'Used The Force' in a more horrendous fashion, but his finisher may have literally finished her.. This is despicable."
"SOMEBODY HAS TO STO-STOP THIS!"
"(Now a bit more angry) Agreed. And that somebody needs to be the ref, whom should make a judgment call here - the RIGHT one. I dunno what plan Haven had by leaving that chain on the end of the bat, but she's regretting it now."

The crowd still tries to comprehend what happened as their favorite lies along the steps, strewn there like a victim of a plane crash. Seizing the moment, Darth That Guy plucks her up and rolls her into the ring, his crudely made contraption still pressed and wrapped to her countenance. Slithering in after her, the Sithest Lord of them all opts out of a pinning the girl, especially after she'd kicked out of everything else, and transitions into something more assuring of victory instead. That Guy sits on one side of her and, using his near arm, encircles Wolverina in a headlock position and grabs her near wrist, bending the arm upwards. Then, he maneuvers his other arm through the "hole" created by Haven's bent wrist, locks his hand upon his own wrist, and then pulls her forward, causing pressure on poor Wolfie's arm and neck.

Will she tap to the Anaconda Vice?

TBCB Darthie.

[TPK]

Fuzz: What? Just what in the hell is the point of this? Wolverina is done for, Darth just wants to humiliate her.

Big Al: Y...yeah, normally i'm all for that kind of thing, but Haven could very well be hurt, her head was just driven down into the steel ring steps.

Darth keeps the hold locked in on his opponent, Haven, who is doing little to fight back at this point, her eyes blankly roll into the back of her head. The ref cautiously approaches the two Fighty fighty persons, when he gets no response from Haven after questioning her will to continue he grabs her hand, holds it up in the air, and let's go. He watches on as her hand falls limply to the ground, the ref then repeats this watching on again as her hand slumps down to the ground. The Zebra Clad Man then starts to lift Haven's arm up for a third time but Darth simply releases the hold negating his action.

Fuzz: NO! He could have won it, been done with it! But no, this crazy fuck wants to straight up take Wolvie out!

Darth sits up, looks over his shoulder, and sneers at Haven before getting up to a stand. The official takes a look at The Princess and turns to the time keeper, he starts to raise his arms to make an X but suddenly starts to clutch his throat. Darth, with his arm held out in front of him begins squeezing the air causing the ref to gurgle, with one last gasp the ref slumps to his side and passes out at which point The Sith Circus Freak slowly drops his arm and leans back in the corner to allow Haven time to recover. The crowd becomes absolutely livid by Darth's actions, having no effect whatsoever on his ever uncaring demeanor. Haven begins to stir, the chain around her neck loosening as she shakes her head. Haven gets to her knees, this causes Darth to walk over to her and mouth something, suddenly a fire seems to have been light under her ass, her eyes widen and she bounds to her feet before yelling something at Darth who gets an uncharacteristic grin from the response.

Fuzzy: I don't know what the hell Darth said to her, but she did not seem to like it. Whatever, at the very least it got her back into the contest.

Big Al: (Sigh) Why, why the hell did he not just end the match Fuzzy? I mean, he could be in the back right now celebrating but nooooooooooooo. Whatever, he'll end it when he's ready I guess.

Darth, still amused by Haven's reaction motions towards the downed official. Haven seems unimpressed and shoots his foot forward catching Darth in the crotch, The Surprised Sith Lord's eyes bug out as he drops to his knees. Haven wobbles around while removing the bat chain from around her neck and getting a bit of distance between herself and Darth. Once satisfied with the distance Haven turns back to Darth and looks him over before propelling herself forward, jumping into the air, and dropping a fist down onto the top of Darth's head dropping him to the dusty, glass and tack covered, mat. The Enraged Princess falls to her knees and shoves the steel linked chain down into That Guy's throat, Darth gasps and kicks his feet around in the air as she presses harder and harder down on his throat with the steel chain. Haven, being a little more merciful than Darth had been towards her, stops herself before causing Darth to pass out. At this point she is breathing heavily and gritting her teeth, rage fueling almost every move. Haven tosses the chain into the corner and leaps up to her feet, her eyes locking onto the only unused form of bat. The Hottest Husker in GHW walks to the corner and rips the light tube bat away from the corner and makes her way back to Darth who has brought himself up to a sitting position, his back turned to Haven. Wolverina grips the implement of destruction tightly and rushes forward before taking a swing at Darth smashing one of the tubes on his back, which causes him to arch back and groan.

Big Al: Haven seems upset, I like it. This only serves Darth's intents.

Fuzz: What? How exactly does this favor Darth That Guy Big Al?

Big Al: Look how she's fighting in there, she is getting mad and letting it all out. If there is one thing I know about The Sith, it's they will often try to lure their opponents to the Dark Side of The Force. Anger, well it's one of many roads down that path.

Haven readies the light tube bat again and tells Darth to get to his feet, he winces at her and slowly rises to his feet, once standing Darth yells at Haven, demanding she strike him down where he stands. Haven starts to do just that but stops herself in her tracks and shakes her head no, Darth shakes his head and in a uncanny burst of agility balls up his right fist and slings his arm to the side catching Haven in the top of the head, causing her to spin, take a step forward, and fall down onto her back the light tube bat still in her hand. Garbage once again begins to fly in Darth's direction, Darth shrugs it off and places his foot lightly on Haven's chest as the official lays on the ground. He finally comes to and crawls over to where Haven is being pinned and starts a VERY slow count.

ONE!

Big Al: Finally, for once Darth That Guy using his brain. Hopefully he just lets the pin go here. Because if he does, I can assure you we will see a Darth That Guy title defense.

Fuzz: C'mon Haven, c'mon kick out...kick out! Get that Cassaday blood pumping and kick out! You can't let it end yet, not like this.

TWO!

Big Al: Just face the facts Fuzzy, Haven is GOING to lose here. Unless something miraculous happens Darth That Guy will win.

Fuzz: Well for Haven's sake, I seriously hope we get a little Divine Intervention!

TBC

[Wolverina]

David, good post and all, but the deadline was up almost 3 hours ago. We both had 2 action posts up prior to that deadline. Dunno what you're doing here ...