Dominik Santiago vs. El Viento

[El Viento]

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The crowd are on their feet after witnessing the exciting concluding contest in the Revolver match. As the champion makes their way back up the ramp and through the curtain, the camera focuses on the announce table.

Big Al: What a match!

Colin: It sure was Al, and up next we have Dominik Santiago taking on the mysterious newcomer El Viento. We don't know much about this guy apart from that strange promotional video that aired earlier in the broadcast. What do you think about this guy, Al?

Big Al: Well personally I think he's a pansy who should stop hiding behind a mask and reciting poetry and show us what he's got in the ring. I thought we'd seen the back of Santo Mascaras but now we have another one.

Colin: Santo Mascaras is now our world champ, Al. But that's a good point, El Viento could be anybody. He could be a genuine newcomer or he could be a former GHW star. There is a long list of them: Winthorp Darkrites, Rhaps, Trickshot, Matt Oliveira, I could go on.

Big Al: Please don't, I'd hate to see any of those guys back.

Suddenly, the arena lights dim down, bathing arena in near-darkness. The titantron then lights up to display a message on the screen.

The Wind, oh brother of mine,touch my face, clear my mind.
Bring me joy upon your wings,blow away my songs I sing.
The Wind, my brother, my friend,
carry my ashes in your arms when my time ends.
Now my brother take me where I stand,
take me, lift me, Brother Wind the time is at hand.
Smile, peace. My journey.

After about a minute, the words fade away and the drum beats of "Rising" by the Yoshida Brothers plays out throught the area.


As the shamisen kicks in, a blast of pyro triggers the arena lights to return to normal and the mysterious figure of El Viento appears at the top of the entrance ramp.

Coors: The following contest is a singles match set for one fall. Introducing first... El Viento.

Colin: Short intro there by Coors, but we don't know anything else about this guy.

The masked man makes his way down the entrance ramp to a mixed reaction from the crowd who are not sure what to make of him. The few fans that dare to reach over the barrier recive high fives from the luchadore as he passes them by. When he reaches the ring, he quickly slides under the bottom rope and waits for his opponent.

TBC

[Dominik Santiago]

El Viento restlessly paces in the hard-camera portion of the squared circle. His pacing comes to a brief end however as he adjusts his mask, only to begin fiddling with his wrist and hands, demonstrating his tedious pre-match habits and flourishing his jitters. The semi-boisterous atmosphere of the venue had created those nervous feelings in the debuting luchadore. But if it wasn't the eyes of thousands peering down at him, it must have been the words of his cold, calculating opponent. Nonetheless, Viento was stricken with slight dread and trepidation, and as his foe promised, his heart was slowly pulsating. Feeling himself waver, Viento takes a deep breath, trying to cool his nerves, and regain focus. His efforts are thwarted however, as the arena lights begin to dim, filling the arena with a grim, somber ambiance. Those who were already standing vigorously display their abhorrence by booing and jeering, and the others rise to their feet to join their fellow members of the crowd. The spot light, the only source of illumination, shines with a red beam, while also casting silhouettes. The Butcher-Tron, the concealed overhead projector suddenly flickers to life, simultaneously accompanied by Slayer's single "Scarstruck." As the iconic thrash metal groups hit rips through the arena, El Viento's mental preparations come to a halt. By the time the spotlight shines down across the velvet curtains which veil the entryway, the arena's excitement had already dwindled, being replaced with fierce detestation. The electricity in the air was poisoned, leaving the arena consumed with a hate filled atmosphere. The abhorrence is targeted at the man who causes the curtains to flutter; the emerging Assassin.

Charlie Coors: "Introducing his opponent, fighting out of Hollywood, California, he is the former GHW New Age Champion. Otherwise known as “The Lord of the Flies”, and "The Assassin", Ladies and Gentlemen this is…DOMINIK SANTIAGO!”

"Come step inside my hate you know there's nothing to it
Step inside my pain you'll never make it through it
Once you're sucked into my sado-paradise
Lose your mind inside the pleasure lies within your pain"

As his name echoes throughout the arena, Santiago kneels at the apex of the ramp, his head lying carelessly askew, his black locks covering his mug, and his arms stretched across his chest in his trademark pose. As his head comes to straightened position, and his arms come down to his side, the Californian stands before the glaring eyes of the audience. The Assassin snaps his head back, revealing his psychotic grin beneath his shield of hair. The hostile crowd has absolutely no affect on the Assassin, as he commences his methodical stride down to the ring, leading his arms swaying ostentatiously, with his head raised to the sky, demonstrating his pompousness.

Big Al: "Having heard Dominik's declamation earlier, you can understand why he's known as the Lord of the Flies, and regarded as one of the sickest men to ever step foot in a GHW ring. "
Colin Jennings: "I would not want to be in Viento's shoes. We may not know much about him, but one things for certain, I definitely know he wasn't looking to draw Dominik Santiago for his first opponent!"
Big Al: "Santiago's a soldier of destruction. And he's hoping the carnage he causes will lead him back to the New Age Championship. If I was a betting man, I'd bet he might be onto something."
Colin Jennings: "Viento has his work cut out for him tonight folks. Maybe his element of mystery will serve as an advantage. You can't plan for someone you don't know about. The element of surprise may be the difference for the luchador."

Drown in my hate you know, you know
Brutality's the way of this world
Branded and scarred defy, defy
A comatose and blind existence
Hatred holocaust you see in me
Its more than just a way of life
I've re-invented the way
I relate to this complacent world


Santiago knees up onto the apron, slowly replacing that very knee with a foot up as he comes to a vertical base along the ropes. He continues along the side of the ring, his eyes peering into the outskirts of the arena as he advances closer to the turnbuckle closest to the camera crew. Shining in the spotlight, the Assassin turns attention to the still camera, burning a hole through the lens with his cold-blooded, blue eyed stare. Through his eyes, the Assassin's story was conveyed; the story of a man still pondering over the mental anguished suffered from his lost back at Full Circle. The thoughts and self-inflicted anguish were passing through his mind. Those thoughts were to surface in a violent warpath, as Dominik was prepared to torture Viento, and make an example out of him. Gradually retracting his sight from the camera, Dominik slowly slips between the middle and top ropes. As the lights return to their normal fixture, the Assassin stands before Viento who advances into the center of the ring.

All of life decays
Rapes my eyes
Screams never silence the pain
Death is like an old friend
I can't wait to watch you die

The Assassin's theme paned out, and easily became a memory in the back of everyone's mind as the arena began to focus on the two combatants in the ring. The small on the face of the Californian widens, as his gameplan, a severe display of a violent, sadistic assault, races through his twisted mind. The proverbial knife suddenly cuts the tension, as the bell suddenly chimes thrice, signaling the start of the bout.

TBCB El Viento

[Dominik Santiago]

(72 Hour Rule Applied)

Both men lock up in the center of the ring, starting off the contest in the most traditional manner. Each superstar protrudes his hands, quickly conjoining their fingers and causing their hands to clamp. Both competitors attempt to gain the initiave and direct the temp of the bout, as they lean into one another. Due to being slightly more bulbous and significantly taller, the strength advantage lies in Dominik's court, and he hastily exploits it, using his entire frame to force Viento to recline, and bend backward. As the sweat begins descending from his forehead, the debuting luchador grits his teeth, and squints his eyes, trying to alleviate his pain. As he feels himself succumbing to Dominik's might, the mysterious aerialist pops his hips, spriging himself back to a vertical position. Using the momentum to his advantage, Viento slides his hands out of Dom's grasp, before lifting his leg and plunging his boot straight into the Assassin's solar plexus. Cringing in pain, the Assassin doubles over, giving his foe and early window of opportunity which he makes the most of as he snatches the head of the former New Age Champion before sidestepping, whilst locking it in between the crook of his elbow and the side of his body. Amidst being completely controlled by his adversary, Dominik remains composed, snuggling his head as close, and as comfortable as he possibly can before falling back into the ropes. He uses the elasticity of the cables to build momentum, bouncing off the ropes whilst thrusting his palm into Viento's back, shoving him forward and dexterously escaping the headlock.

As the luchador resiles off the ropes, the Assassin flops to a prone position, coercing his adversary into to an evasive approach, as he hurdles over his antagonist. After ricocheting for a second time, Viento charges straight into the Assassin's embrace. While simultaneously bending his foe, the Californian reaches around and claps his arms around Viento's body. Afterward, the former New Age Champion lifts him off the crowd whilst spinning him, leaving the luchadore suspending in front of him. Exploiting the momentum, Viento swings his body, before quickly wrapping his near arm around the Assassin's cranium, locking his head in his armpit as he becomes right-side-up. In his final flourish of body-control and technical dexterity, the masked luchadore swings his body to the canvas, dragging his nemesis off his feet and planting the Lord of the Flies into the mat with tremendous authority.

Colin Jennings: "The technical mastery by the two world class stars ends with a thunderous Tornado DDT from the mysterious Viento!"
Big Al: "That was sheer luck! Santiago just lost his grip a bit, allowing that masked freak to slither himself into that manuever. "
Colin Jennings: "Funny...They said you would say that."
Big Al: "Let's not reference other promotions Colin!"

Having been slightly befuddled due to his cranium crashing into the canvas, Dominik stumbles to a vertical base. El Viento doesn't waste any time, quickly getting back on the offensive. Before Santiago can even raise his defenses, Viento swings his leg with lightning like speed, blasting the former World Champion in the hamstring with his foot. Without a moment's hesitation, the luchador rotates in a three hundred and sixty degree motion, whilst lifting his leg into the electric ambiance, impinging his boot with the gut of the Assassin. In the blinik of the eye, the air had sputtered out of the loquacious Californian's mouth, leeving him reeling and collapsing into the ropes. With Dominik backed into a defensive position, Viento charges across the ring. As he rebounds, Santiago shakes the cobwebs and widly, yet violently swings his arm through the atmosphere. Viento exhibits his agile abilities once more by ducking, thus successfully evading the guillotine like Clothesline and subsequently reaching the ropes for a second time. Only in this case, the speedy luchador pulls himself onto the second rope, before using the cables to spring himself into the air, back toward his adversary.

While airborne, Viento twists his body so that he faces his foe, before diving overtop of him. As he moves closer to the canvas, the debuting masquerader encircles his arms around Santiago's waist, quickly pulling him off his feet and dragging him supinely to the canvas. With the stunned Californian's shoulder flattened on the mat, the referee applies the pinfall.

ONE....TWO-

Suddenly breaking loose from his confinement, Dominik rolls backward, preventing the potential upset. The manuevering had given Dominik a small window to take advantage, and the former New Age Champion would seize it, quickly diving forward with his feet before Viento could change his position, cracking his foe in the jaw and rattling his brains in the process.

"Dominiks had just about enough. He just rung his bell with that Low Dropkick!"
"Had he gotten the three with that Sunset Flip, El Viento would have destroyed the self-esteem of the Assassin, and likely sent him into a depression."
"And would have been on the winning end of the biggest fluke in professional wrestling history. Lucky for us such a disaster has been averted!"
"Yeah, we're so enthralled..."

Having slowed the temple and tentatively stifled the offense of his opponent, Dominik gradually regains a vertical base before advancing to the sprawled luchador. Santiago stops at the apex of the rising Viento's body, before commencing to glare at him, peering through his body and staring at his soul with his cold blue eyes. In a sudden display of brutality, Dominik qucikly sidesteps before hammering his arm downward, clubbing his foe across the lower back with his forearm, forcing him to a stand on one knee. As he manuevers behind him, the Assassin grapples Viento's head, lifting his face upward before once again hammering his freehand through the air, this time forcing his foream to clash into the throat of his antognist. The attack doesn't lack a bit of malice, as Viento winces in agony through his mask, whilst gingerly tending to his neck. With his air flow restricted, and his back left completely vulnerable, Dominik mightly swings his leg through the air, cracking the luchador in the spinal region, causing Viento's body to stiffen, and coercing him to knee his way toward the nearby corner in hopes of finding distane, solace, and a way to alleviate his pain. The corner would not be his refuge however, for as he climbed to his feet, he soon realized the Lord of the Flies was hot in pursuit. The former New Age Champion had gotten his opponent right where he wanted him, and was able to land a vicious strike. Shifting his body weight to the rear, Santiago pivots with his lead foot and torso, swinging his near arm horizontally and slugging Viento in jaw with a clench fist. The sheer impact of the malicious hook sends Viento rolling out of the corner and into the ropes, where Dominik continues his methodical assault.

Plooding toward his foe, the two time New Age Champion swings his hand through the atmosphere, forcing his bare hand to collide agaisnt the bare chest of the mysterious masked superstar, delivering a sickening, flesh wrenching chop that strips the air straight from Viento's lungs. The "crack" sound which reverberates through the jam packed arena causes a disturbingly smug grin to manifest across the Assassin's mug. It was clear Dom was feeling himself, and coming through on his promise to torture his debuting foe. Grasping his fellow competitor by the upper and lower extremeties of his arm, the nefarious Hollywood native whips him across the ring. Instead of springing away from the impact, the luchador suppresses his momentum, wrapping his arms along the top rope and holding himself at bay. The display of resilient impudence from his antagonist, sickens the Assassin, and consequently forces him to react in an impulsive manner. Dominik scurries across the ring, running with a clear purpose; a desire to run straight through Viento and tackle him into oblivion. As Dom reaches closer, the deceptive Viento, having feigned his fatigue and injury, pulls from the ropes before circumventing his adversary, shoving him across the shoulder and causing Santiago's momentum over the ropes.

The astute Assassin doesn't plummet to the concrete as Viento desired, and instead grasps onto the top rope, whilst swinging himself feet first onto the apron. Shocked in both awe and disappointment at the Assassin's incredible ring awareness, Viento quickly moves in to catch Dominik off guard and knock him off the apron. The Lord of the Flies has other plans however, as he parries a quick punch before landing a stiff blow himself, interring his forearm into Viento's temple, sending him staggering like a drunk. With the God's of Wrestling calling for him to inch himself closer to victory, and widen his control of the bout, Dominik quickly pulls himself off the apron and leaps onto the second rope. After taking a moment to build suspense and contemplate his next move, Dom takes flight, gliding through the air with his usual grace before extending his leg.

The sole of the Assassin's boot suddenly finds a home in Viento's chin, as Dominik blasts his adversary with a ravaging kick in mid air. The former New Age Champion lands on his feet, contrary to his opponent who is left supine and sprawled on the mat, utterly punch-drunk, left with the impact of the kick resonating through his brain.

"Just when it seemed El Viento was about to shift the match back in his favor, Santiago strikes! That was an artful Thrust Kick Al!"
"I was beginning to forget about Dominik's aerial offense due to that technical prowess he was demonstrating. He just reminded everyone why he's the best athlete in the world Colin!"
"Despite having the upperhand Al, "the best athlete in the world" was being upstaged by the debuting rookie."
"Its not how you start, it's how you finish. Your mother can attest to that."
"The 90s called Al, they want their joke back!"
"Funny, 2011 is on the other line, and they said GHW needs a better color commentator. I knew I wasn't the only one who felt that way!"

[El Viento]

As El Viento lies motionless on the mat, staring up at the lights, Santiago glances down at the man who represents everything he despises and is happy to see that he is where he belongs; beneath him, underneath his boot. The arrogant Californian takes an orbital glance of the arena, making sure he soaks in the near-heartbroken faces of Viento’s recently acquired fans before finally deciding to finish their new hero. He drops down to his knees then lays his body horizontally over the luchadore’s chest, pressing all 227lbs of his body weight down on him to hold him in place. The referee immediately makes the count, slapping the mat once... twice... but Viento kicks out, showing that he has enough mental faculties left to continue the match.
The crowd explode with cheers as the referee holds up two fingers, signifying the 2 count.

Colin: He did it! El Viento kicked out.

Al: Stupid move if you ask me. He’s like Dominik’s plaything in there and it doesn’t look like the Assassin wants to play nice.

Unable to conceal his fury, Dominik shouts out in frustration then shifts his body into full mount position. He grabs the top of Viento’s mask to hold him in place, then starts pounding him with a series of closed fists to the head, each one a little harder than the last. After a warning from the referee, Santiago stops his assault and drags the dazed luchadore up to his feet. The masked man’s reprieve doesn’t last long as Dominik grabs him by the collar then the drives him into the turnbuckle where his shoulder connects with the solid steel ring post. The crowd react in unison with the underdog as a simultaneous oooh accompanies Viento’s cries of pain.
The merciless Californian doesn’t give his opponent a break and advances toward El Viento who is now slumped at the base of the turnbuckle. Without a second thought he begins to put the boots to the masked man, stomping relentlessly on his chest and face. The assault is only stopped when the referee steps in by standing in between the two fighters and physically pushing Dominik off of his defenceless opponent. This action only exacerbates Santiago’s ire but he knows better than to put his hands on the referee so he settles for screaming in the zebra-striped official’s face instead.
After backing the Californian up to the centre of the ring, the referee finally moves out of the way. As soon as he is free, Dominik bolts toward El Viento like a sprinter out of the starting blocks. As soon as he is within reach of his target, the Assassin raises his knee and slams it into the side of his opponent’s head. Behind the mask, Viento’s eyes roll back into his head as the crowd once again cringe for him.

Colin: Oh my God. Brutal Panic Attack in the corner there by Santiago.

Big Al: That looks like it knocked a few brain cells out. HaHaHa!

Colin: Wait, what’s he doing? Dominik Santiago just left the ring.

As Colin observed, Dominik had left the ring and was looking for something underneath it. He eventually finds what he was looking for and emerges from under the ring with a steel chair.

Colin: He can’t use that. This is a singles match. He’ll be disqualified if he uses it.

Big Al: Dom has already proved he can beat El Viento, now he just wants to destroy him.

As soon as Dominik slides back into the ring with the chair the referee gives him a warning but doesn’t push the issue any further for fear of upsetting the angry man with the weapon. Unchallenged, Dominik places lays the folded chair up against the face and chest of his immobilised opponent then casually walks over to the opposite corner of the ring.

Colin: No. He wouldn’t. Not another Panic Attack with the chair.

Colin’s fears are realised when Dominik once again sprints across the ring toward his doomed opponent. He never reaches his target, however, as the referee steps into his path and reminds him once again that he would be disqualified for using the chair.

Al: That referee must have a death wish. Look at Dom’s face, he’s infuriated.

Following his confrontation with the referee, an enraged Dominik Santiago drops down to the mat and rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope. He pauses for a second then advances toward the announce table.

Colin: Oh no, I think he’s coming over here, Al.

To Colin’s relief, Dominik bypasses the announce table and stops in front of the table next to it.

Colin: What’s he doing? That’s the Spanish announcers table, El Nacho Grande and Chip Diddy.

Dominik wastes no time in ripping the cover off of the Spanish announce table and tossing it aside. Wanting no piece of the Assassin, Chip and Nacho slowly back away from the table for their own safety. The Californian continues to trash the table by taking out one of the monitors and throwing it straight at Nacho. The boarder hopper just manages to avoid the projectile by sidestepping it just in time. Still not content with the carnage he has created so far, Dominik rips the other monitor out of the table but before he can throw it at anybody else he is distracted by a large cheer from the crowd. He turns around to see his resilient opponent standing on the apron, using the ropes to hold himself up. Before the former New Age champion can react, El Viento springs to life and dashes along the ring apron, making a bee-line for his opponent. When he is close enough, Viento jumps off the apron and aims a knee straight for Santiago’s face. The Assassin instinctively raises his hands to protect himself but it is too late as Viento’s knee strikes the monitor in his hands, causing it to bounce off his skull and knock him down onto the concrete.
The crowd explode as Viento lands on his feet next to Dominik Santigo’s fallen body. He winces a little from the new pain in his knee then looks over to the now-unoccupied Spanish announce table. With a plan in mind, he pulls his larger opponent up to his feet the rolls him onto the table. He then slowly climbs up the ring steps before ascending to the top of the turnbuckle post.

Colin: Oh no, this doesn’t look good for Santiago.

Viento stands tall atop the turnbuckle post then after a deep breath he bends his knees and jumps off. He flings his body backward, performing a backflip as he descends toward his opponent then lands on top of him, causing the announce table to crumble beneath them.

Colin: Oh my God! Shooting Star Press straight through the table.

Big Al: A flashy but stupid move, Colin. This is a singles match and if these two don’t make it back into the ring by the of the referee’s ten count, they will be counted out.

TBC by Dominik Santiago

[Dominik Santiago]

The two gladiators lay strewn in the wreckage; interred beneath the debris created due to Viento's daredevil type leap. The first body to become animate is the one of the high-flying luchador who gradually regains a vertical base. Very sluggishly, he lifts the battered Assassin to a vertical base before plodding while simultaneously dragging the former New Age Champion toward the ring. After dumping Santiago's carcass back inside the squared hell, the masked luchador rolls in himself before draping an arm over the sprawled Assassin's body.

"1!"

"2!"

The Californian rolls a shoulder over to break up the pinfall, immediatedly sending both the crowd and Viento in shock. His jaw drops in disbelief as he leans off the canvas, peering down at the Lord of the Flies who lays in a trance, staring up at the ceiling lights, panting heavilly knowing how close he was to suffering a mortifying defeat. Quickly seizing the Assassin by his blonde hair, Viento rises to his feet whilst draggig Dominik to a vertical base. The debuting superstar quickly delivers a blow to the abdomen, before following up by burying a foream into the jaw of his adversary. The sudden combination sends Dom reeling into the ropes, only to see the Assassin rebound with his own attack, swinging his arm across the atmosphere and slamming his fist into the chin of his antagonist. With Viento stunned by the stiffened shot, Santiago further forces the issue with a well placed toe kick to the solar plexus, causing his foe to double over. Grasping his opponent by the arm, Dominik jerks him forward while spinning away, launching the masked superstar into the nearby corner.

As the Lord of the Flies comes charging in, Viento takes evasive manuevers rolling out of the corner before leaping in between the middle and top rope. While suspended across the cables, Viento graps the top, swinging his body downward, whilst lifting his legs over the ropes, sending his feet clashing into the facial region of the incoming Californina, slightly disfiguring him facially, and sending him staggering back. After climbing onto the apron, the luchador scales the top rope, slowly reaching the summit and perching himself at the pinnacle of the proverbial mountain. After taking a brief moment to collect his thoughts, El Viento dives off the top, plummeting through the eletric ambiance that fills the arena before extending his nearest arm, driving it into the sternum of the delirious Assassin, taking him off his feet with authority.

Colin Jennings: "Flying Clothesline! El Viento is pulling out all the stops tonight Al!"
Big Al: "I don't know if I share your enthusiasm. The guy destroyed GHW property moments ago. How will our loyal yet illegal alien fans listen to us our broadcast with the Spanish Announce Crew without their table to give their analysis."
Colin Jennings: "Since when have you cared about Mexicans?"
Big Al: "Pfft, like you didn't know I had Garrett Lavery and El Nacho Grande as Facebook friends!"

With Santiago once again lifeless on the canvas, Viento drops his arm across the former New Age Champion's torso. The referee, in his usual theatrical manner, slides to the canvas to admister the pinfall.

"1!"

"2!"

The Lord of the Flies raises his shoulder and breaks the pin, the crowd begins screaming instantaneously. The referee jumps back up to his feet and raises two fingers into the air to show the failed three count. Viento rolls off of his opponent and remains sprawled next to him, his chest heaving heavily as he remains shocked and surprised by this outcome. Amidst the pandemonum, the questions of if he can gain the victory and the upset over the Assassin begin to race through his mind. With the inquiries resonating through his cranium, the luchador slowly regains a vertical base, before laying into Dominik with a series of well placed stomps. Viento's exhibition of raw aggression sends his adversary rolling under the bottom rope in search of distance and solace. Santiago search of relief is less than fruitful, as Viento advances to his position. As the situation begins to unfold, it would be revealed that Dominik had planned it out ahead; the 2 time World Champion quickly grapples his opponent's head before draping it over the top rope, whilst leaping from the apron.

Having given Viento a wicked whiplash, Dominik had created his own window of opportunity, one he intended to exploit to its full potential. Slithering back inside the squared hell, the Assassin quickly sprung to a vertical base, lunching at the head of his groggy adversary. Having the moved scouted beyond his years, Viento captures Dom's arm, quickly hooking it before turning his back toward his adversary, and upon turn, executing the same to the Assassin's free arm. Viento slowly attempts to lean forward, but the Assassin tenaciously holds his ground, planting his feet into the canvas, giving his best effort to prevent the luchador from capitalizing on his counter. Viento was determined to make the most of his opportunity, as he popped his hips and leaned forward. Amazingly, he began lifting Santiago off the canvas, but almost simultaneously, Dom managed to free his arms from Viento's clutches. Santiago's slides down his foe's back, ending up on his feet, facing a doubled over Viento. Dominik quickly locks his opponent in a front face-lock, before jumping and leaping forward. Consequently, he comes crashing down supinely, as El Viento had been pulled back, and his head and neck spiked into the mat.

"And they don't call it Brain Damage for nothing..."
"Santiago hits his patent trademark DDT after countering Viento's backslide."
"What's our policy on concussions Colin, because Viento just had his brains scrambled!"

The arena had become deafly silent, as the audience watches Santiago roll on top of the quiscent, lifeless carcass of EV. With his back across the chest of his foe, Santiago reaches behind Viento's leg and hooks it. With his blond hair covering his narcissistic smirk, the Assasin begins mouthing the count.

"1!"

"2!"