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Post by Jaggeroth's wench. on Apr 28, 2012 15:19:04 GMT -5
To understand this entrance better, see promo here: gahwo.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=backstage&thread=14317&page=1#69751--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Coors stands in the midst of the squared hell with a goofy grin on his face. "The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 30 minute time limit....""Kick in the Teeth" blares loudly into the venue, bringing the non-American but equally awesome crowd to their feet with cheer and jeers, a mixed reaction of epic proportions. The undisputed Queen of the Universe parts the curtains and steps into full view of her court, with the GHW Championship sitting, yes, "regally" atop her shoulder. Her classy attire from the promo earlier has been replaced by her usual in ring attire, seen here: "Introducing first. Hailing from Blair, Nebraska. She stands 5'8" tall and weighs in at 148 pounds. Although she is technically not the GHW Champion I have been ordered to refer to her as such or get my teeth kicked in... so... she is the undisputed Queen of the Universe AND the GHW Champion.... WOLVERINNNNNA!"Fuzz: Folks, to clear it up, she is not the GHW Champion.Big Al: Possession is 9/10 the law no matter where you're at. So, yeah, she's the champ for now.Fuzz: We'll agree to disagree on that. But what is certain is a great match up about to take place. Jack Tracks has been burning up the roster here, and is coming off a HUGE win at Total Carnage against Walker. But the person he is facing tonight is a changed woman, and I'm not so sure it's a good change.Big Al: You're right. Whatever innocence Haven had was ripped away from her in that cell. She's a great competitor, but now she's adopted a mean-streak of sorts, as we and Dominik definitely saw. Jack should worry.Haven makes her way to the ring, pumping up the section of fans who support her, while shunning the other section that do not find her cheer-worthy. As she trots around the ring she tags hands and hugs fans in her section, before throwing up the almighty and emphatic FACE PALM once she reaches the section of Haven Haters. At last, she enters the ring in super energetic mode and throws up her trade mark pose, garnering plenty of cheers to offset the booing. From there, she hands over her GHW Championship to the ring official and begins warming up for her match as her music fades out. Big Al: Once sure thing Jack has going for him is that Haven is still visibly banged up from that Hell in a Cell.Fuzz: And if he is smart he'll exploit it.TBCB Jack
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Post by Jack Tracks on Apr 28, 2012 17:32:10 GMT -5
The deliberate split in the audience, as complete as it was just a few moments ago, seems to completely dissolve away with the opening lyrics of "Don't Stop Me Now", the changing of lights for the entrance obscuring the crowd-labeling signs, if just from the cameras.
The crowd starts their cheers loudly when the music starts, but they go to a simmer as they wait for the opening lyrics to finish, waiting for the good part. And once it hits, the music going up-tempo, and the lights washing over the audience, bathing them in red, white, and blue, they explode once again. On cue, Tracks himself bursts through the gorilla position with a shout, throwing his fist in the air. He carries the momentum through as he walks quickly to the ring, putting his hands to either side to get fives from the crowd that Haven's been trying to quite literally split in half.
"Well, we know one thing tonight! Despite Haven's...rather strange seating arrangements, it seems there's something everyone can agree on, and that's this young man right here!"
"He knows how to get those people in the palm of his hand, no question. And apparently it works on the sponsors, too. I recognize that new patch on his arm. I order filters from them all the time!"
Jack circles around the ring, fiving each fan, regardless of their forced allegiance. When he starts to finish his circle, Tracks finds himself over at the timekeeper's table, where the GHW Title rests. The King of the Road stops and gives it a long look. Jack reaches down, and scoops it up in one hand, grinning at his reflection in the gold. He holds it up to the camera, and puts his face close enough to be heard by the folks at home.
"Sure is a pretty thing, isn't it?! Get used to seeing this picture on your tv, folks! You'll be seeing it every week soon enough, I guarantee!"
Tracks hands the strap back to the timekeeper, and slides into the ring, getting to his feet quickly and jumping up the turnbuckle, raising his arms up at the fans opposite Haven, who all roar in approval.
The tall grappler jumps down and strips off his jacket, handing it to the same member of the ring crew that he took the belt from before. The Indianan turns to face his opponent, briefly adjusting his kneepads. Jack steps towards the center of the ring, and, with a confident, but not quite cocky look on his face, he extends his hand, as he often tends to do with opponents he's facing for the first time.
"Well Jack sure seems to be feeling good today. And I don't blame him. He had a very decisive victory this past Sunday, and a win tonight would keep that momentum strong!"
"And he surely knows exactly who he's fighting here. Haven and Tracks have spoken highly of each other as of late, despite this being their first match against each other. I'm sure they've both been looking forward to it, although it's a shame Haven isn't quite at 100% for it."
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Post by Jaggeroth's wench. on Apr 29, 2012 1:22:02 GMT -5
Brimming with confidence of her own, the Alpha Female shakes her opponent's hand and shoots him a nod of respect, before taking a step back and motioning for him to hold on a second. To his bewilderment, she summmons a mic and apologizes for the snafu, before motioning to the ramp.
"Sorry, almost forgot. To thwart the Assassin I must take drastic measures, so therefore allow me to introduce to you my loyal knights."
On cue, 15 men of average height and weight come down the aisle, a few taking time out to wave for mummy and datty watching on the tele back at the flat. They amass around the ring, covering all avenues of approach that Santiago may take if desiring revenge in this match.
"Okay guys now remember, your sole purpose is to stop Dominik Santiago from SKO'ing me or attacking me in general, but definitely stop the SKO. I have martyred myself in the past for you, now it is time for you to do the same for your Queen."
With her decree spoken, the Queen hands the mic back to the stage hand and quickly snaps into focus of the huge task ahead of her.
Fuzz: Knights? What the hell? She's going overboard with this Queen business. Big Al: I'd hire some extra protection too if I were her. I'd stop short of calling these men knights though. They're more like SKO Eaters.
The bell chimes thrice to finally usher in the start of a great contest. Having had enough of the shenanigans, Jack closes the gap with his smaller foe, his arms lunging out before him hungrily. The People's Princess mimics his motions but it's just a ruse. At the right time she swiftly steps to the side and ducks under, before slipping behind him and securing a quick Waist Lock from behind. Startled by the lady's quickness, the young lion seizes her wrists, but instead of breaking her grip he back pedals to the nearest corner with her in tow. Haven tries to break free but simply can not, and is left to endure the consequences as he smooshes her into the corner. Air is driven from her queenly lungs and her already tattered back is racked with jarring pain, but the competitive fire burning within Jack Tracks will not afford her any reprieves. He latches onto her wrist and slings her across the ring, sending her into the opposite set of buckles with much authority. Tracks charges forth, looking to keep the advantage few enjoy this early on in a battle with Wolverina, but is alarmed at the sudden vacancy that greets him.
Like a spider to its web, the Nebraskan had navigated through the top and middle rope and now traverses the colored cables with greatest of ease. She pings the Gear Head in the noggin with a Round House Kick of the utmost terseness, sending him stumbling away with more than a few bells ringing. As he gathers his bearings, or in his case nuts and bolts, 2012's Wonder Woman heaves herself atop the upper most rope and takes wing. She thrusts her arms out in her trademark pose and yells out "I'M THE QUEEN OF THE WORLD" as she hits him at full pace with the Lou Thesz Press, and upon landing she's got him mounted, with fists firing down in rapid succession. Instinctively, the Ruiner of Returns blocks her blows with his forearms, weathering the onslaught until the feisty little cutie punches herself tired. Haven isn't tired, not in the least. Snapping to her feet, the Queen of the Universe sets course for the ropes as the Indianan scrambles to full vertically, still a little dazed. She springboards off the ropes nearest the Pedal Pusher, catching him across the head with her legs and flipping him upside down and inside out with a Hurricanrana that leaves him wondering which dimension he had wound up in, before finding himself tumbling unceremoniously through the ropes to the pads outside. Feeling the adrenaline coarse through her veins, Haven smiles at her fans at ringside, then pumps a fist in the air to them while bellowing out "DO YOU BELIEVE?". Of course, she is met with a resounding, collective ear busting reply of "I BELIEVE! I BELIEVE! I BELIEVE!"
Fuzz: She's on fire! Talk about having momentum! Big Al: Jack better take a few steps back and mull over his next course of action. He is dealing with hands down the quickest and most elusive Fighty fighty person to coral and beat down.
Suddenly, The Queen of Extreme ends her interaction with the fans and speeds across the ring toward her opponent outside, tearing up the canvas in her wake. She takes flight for the third time in as many minutes, this time choosing to extend both pedal extremities out before her as she sails through the top and middle wires. Jack, however, catches glimpse of it out of his peripherals and counters by moving behind her frame and grabbing her around the waist, stopping her missile like offense in its tracks (pun intended). The hungry young upstart wastes no time in implementing his plan of attack, and it is a devastating one. With her still in his clutches, Jack falls back while bringing her up and over, and bridges in mid apex, sending her careening to the floor on the back of her head, neck and shoulders. Although the vicious German Suplex is bone chilling, it elicits a burst of excitement from the audience in all corners of the venue. Perhaps, under different circumstances, he would feel bad for dealing out something so painful: Especially to a female - a clearly injured female, but not tonight. This will be a knock down drag out fight, and he knows full well Haven would have done the same thing if the shoe was on the other foot.
Tracks shoves a few of the gathering "knights" out of the way, casting them a stern look of warning that sends them in retreat, before peeling his downed opponent from the ground and tossing her into the ring, where he follows suit. Once inside he plucks her up hastily, lofting her at his side in a carry position, her back facing the mat below. For once the Gear Head enjoys an opponent whom he has the power advantage over, and makes damn good use of it. Dropping to one knee with resolve, he brings Haven across it back first sickeningly. A yelp escapes her mouth as she is draped across his patella like a damp cloth on a clothes line. The crowd gasps at her peril, well some anyway, the rest cheer madly as Mr. Tracks stands up with his adversary still with him. A second Back Breaker isn't to come though, he has something else in mind. Taking a few big steps forward, the Race Car Nut jumps into the air, gaining a fair bit of altitude before gravity takes claim of him and his side carried accessory. Jack hits the canvas safely on his hindquarters while slamming Wolverina not-so-safely onto her spine, rattling every nook and cranny of her tight, toned little body. The Sidewalk Slam renders the People's Princess sprawled out and virtually lifeless, prompting the Indianan to initiate an early cover.
Fuzz: This could be it already! It may be over folks! Big Al: I hope it is over, for Haven's sake. That girl has more guts than brains for accepting a match so soon after Hell in a Cell, especially against the caliber of Tracks.
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Post by Jack Tracks on Apr 30, 2012 18:24:58 GMT -5
With his opponent down, Jack hooks the leg, getting his much larger body in a position to really hold Haven down for the pin.
One...
Two...
Despite being very extensively covered, Haven manages to maneuver her elbow up from underneath with some time to spare.
"A full-body cover by Tracks. Kind of unusual to see from him."
"Well he doesn't usually outweigh an opponent by this much, even with his usual height advantage. Very smart of him to try and use that to finish the match quickly."
Although his cover was unsuccessful, Tracks just goes right back on the attack, pulling Haven up by her head. With his much longer arms, Jack is able to maintain enough distance in the grab that, when Haven tries to swing her fist up to catch his stomach, the surprisingly-wily Indianan is able to avoid it. But not to be denied, Haven's powerful legs push her forwards against The King of the Road's grip, and begins to move his arms back. Realizing that his superior position won't last very long, Tracks thinks fast, driving a heavy knee right into Haven's midsection, the velocity of the blow sending her feet off the ground, and causing her entire body to buck from the force. Another knee launches her even higher than before, as a third damn near sends her flying up into the sky. Strangely, however, Haven wouldn't find herself falling back down once again. Tracks, showing a very unique sense of timing, pulls the self-crowned Queen closer to himself as she flew up, and wrapped his arms around her midsection, carrying her in a mid-air waistlock. The long arms tighten around Haven's midsection like a vice, not letting up a bit even as his cargo struggles for breath.
But as painful as the hold was, it seemed to only be a set-up for something more. Jack steps forward, facing the ring ropes. He makes some distance between his back and the opposite side of the ring, as his supporters in the crowd get loud in anticipation. And he doesn't let them wait long, as Tracks throws his body back, turning Haven over in mid-air with his tense grip. The two land HARD on the mat, enough to knock Haven out of Tracks' grip, as she bounces off the canvas.
"An absolutely brutal series of knees, into a waistlock suplex! Tracks is showing some impressive strength in this match, even considering the weight difference."
"It's not just a strength thing. Something to keep in mind is smart use of momentum. He's using the velocity built from those hits to make it easier to throw Haven around, as he's letting gravity and inertia do alot of the work for him."
"That's...quite an analysis, Al."
"You pick up these things. No pun intended. Anyway, it looks like he's going for another cover!"
Indeed Jack does, once again using as much of his body as possible to pin Haven down.
"One...
Two..."
The crowd "oooooh"s as Haven is able to kick out again, and this time manages to roll her body away before her opponent can take hold once again. But Tracks isn't the kind to let up on any advantage he can get, particularly against an opponent as potentially dangerous as Haven, especially with this strange new mentality of hers. Jack follows after her, reaching down to lift her again. But, although her breathing was heavy from the attack on the ribs that had surely taken lots of damage just days earlier, the Nebraskan beauty has enough sense still in her to turn the situation to her advantage, grabbing one of Tracks' arms, and pulling him down. She swings herself up and ties her legs around Tracks' neck, getting him in a textbook triangle hold! The "Believers" section of the crowd explodes in unison. Although Haven's been weakened by having her midsection damn near crushed on top of her injuries from the match with Kahlan, her legs still hold incredible strength, and Tracks finds himself unable to sneak his head out of position. He tries to squirm out, hoping he could at least wiggle his arm free, but just one of his arms against both of hers, with their wiry strength, isn't a good match for him, and he gets nowhere fast.
"And like a spider feeling the tug on her web, Haven traps her prey in her waiting grip!"
"That's what so dangerous about this woman. Even though she'd been thrown around like she has, her presence of mind is still with her at all times.
The hold quickly begins to take its toll, as the King of the Road's body seems to start running out of fuel, his normally high-energy movements slowed to a halt. Gradually, he begins to sag, his knees starting to give out. But he won't go down without a fight, either! After a few seconds in the hold, Jack gathers up what strength he has in him to try and stand straight once more, using his arm to try and lift straight up, as his part of the crowd cheer him on. Slowly, Haven begins to be lifted up off the ground, while the crowd builds their "ooooooooooooo" for when he gets her up. But they are denied the chance, as the Queen of GHW slips one of her legs from its position just long enough to planet a heel on the back of Tracks' head. The blow staggers him, and the Wrestling Ferrari immediately drops to one knee, deeper than he had before. Tracks' long hair drapes down over them both, obscuring the competitors' faces from the audience, but brief glimpses between the strands show Jack's eyes starting to close. His followers, not wanting to see him go down yet, make themselves heard.
"Let's Go, Tracks! Let's Go, Tracks! Let's Go, Tracks!"
The rally seems to work, as once more, Jack steadies himself, trying to lift Wolverina as he did before. With one knee down, his base is actually a bit stronger, and he's able to lift the woman higher than before, but, again, a quick boot to the skull brings the arm crashing down again. The impact looks to have brought Jack down closer to Haven, the two almost pressing against each other.
"This might be it here. Jack's been unable to even lessen that vice he's found himself trapped in after two attempts."
"He looks passed out as is. I don't think these cheers are going to do any more for him at this point. The ref might as we-wait a minute!"
There's something to be said for persistence, as once again, Haven's body begins to rise from the mat, faster than before. While the long, blonde(ish) hair on the Speed Demon's head conceals their faces still, it is clear that something is different this time around! Although struggling to do so, Tracks fights his way back up to his feet, his arm carrying Haven's entire weight with it. And once she's high enough, Jack is able to bring his other hand up to carry her back. The crowd gets on their feet at seeing an almost uncharacteristic display of strength from the technician, and when Jack gets fully to his feet, his hair falls back from his face, showing exactly what happened. Haven's eyes are now shut in pain as well, her hands wrapped around Tracks' wrist, trying to pull it away from her neck! That last impact was just what jack needed, as it allowed him just enough room to get her in a choke of his own! That arm raises up as high in the air as Tracks can get it, holding the woman attached up for everyone to see, even as she continues to keep her legs wrapped around the young man's head! Cameras flash while the two seem to stay in that position for a number of seconds, before gravity demands its sacrifice! With the last bit of strength his adrenaline will grant, Tracks takes two steps forward, and lunges off of his feet, taking a huge dive across the ring. Haven, unable to escape from the trap she herself had laid, curls her entire body up as tightly as possible to prepare for the landing. The crowd roars as the two bodies engage on the collision course, before it is finally ended with a gigantic BANG!
The huge counter-chokeslam sends both bodies bouncing back up into the air, as Haven's grip finally concedes, her tight body smashed back into a splayed position, a shout of pain escaping her throat at the moment of impact. Jack, as well, seems to have taken some serious damage from the entire exchange, as he lays on his face, trying to get some air back into his lungs after being so close to passing out. The two warriors lay in their positions, both seeming to be spent after the last few minutes. With them both down, the ref begins his count. But the crowd doesn't want it to end like that, as both halves of the audience cheer their side on.
"WE BE-LIEVE" "LET'S GO, TRACKS! "WE BE-LIEVE" "LET'S GO, TRACKS! "WE BE-LIEVE" "LET'S GO, TRACKS!
"A counter born of desperation if every I've seen one! But it seems to have paid off for Jack Tracks, as he finally managed to get out of that incredibly nasty triangle choke!"
"The fact that Haven was even able to get that on in the first place impresses the hell out of me! I didn't think she'd be able to bring the match so firmly on her side so quickly, considering those injuries!"
"And that's why it pays to be careful around both of these Fighty fighty persons. They can turn a match around in an instant! But did they both spend their last reserves of strength at that slam? That lift could've been just raw adrenaline for Tracks after having the life choked out of him, but that impact didn't do the self-proclaimed Queen's already-hurt body any favors!"
"Well it's all up to the count of the ref, now..."
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Post by Jaggeroth's wench. on May 1, 2012 14:05:03 GMT -5
The numeric sequence gets higher.. 6... 7... before the first signs of life are shown by the combatants who are bringing down the house. Having rolled away from one another, either by accident or wanting to gain distance, the pair have clung themselves to opposite corners, using the buckles and ropes to pull themselves up. To the crowd's delight the count ends at 9, ushering forth a rowdy applause. Jack turns toward his staunch opponent, finding her resting against the buckles with her back to him, taking in big gulps of air as she nurses her afflicted torso. He continues to watch her and his eyes light up with a spring of passion as she stumbles out of the corner like a blind man in a rock quarry.
Tracks runs a hand through his long mane theatrically, removing any strands from hampering his aim. With gritted teeth and steadfast determination, Jack revs up the proverbial engine, and with half of the crowd endorsing him the Speed Demon makes a mad dash across the canvas, like a drag racer off the starting line. His rapid footfalls send small vibrations through the ring, alerting the vivacious veteran to his arrival as she turns toward him. With only a few fractions of a second to spare, the People's Princess darts away as Jack dips low and plows shoulder first into the steel tree between the top and middle turnbuckles. A loud "pop!" fills the arena as steel owns flesh once again.
Fuzz: He went for a Spear but Haven, with that ungodly speed and tremendous reflexes, was able to get away! Big Al: He's crashed and burned, Collin. He hit hit the wall like Daryl Earnhardt, and now his chances of winning the match, much like Earnhardt, might be dead! Fuzz: What the..?? Have some damn respect, Al. Folks I apologize for my colleague here. His analogies can sometimes be a bit... morbid. Bottom line here, Jack made a rookie mistake, which has left Haven in the driver's seat if she can take the advantage.
The impact pushes Jack out of the corner, his body staggering back uncontrollably, and the Cutest of them All is right there to capitalize. She drops to the mat and reaches between his legs, while simultaneously grabbing the back of his tights and pulling him down. The fundamental School Boy Pin brings about the striped shirt's count, but it's only a two. Tracks powers out of the predicament, sending the GodQueen flying into the corner behind her, which turns out to favor Haven. The Nebraskan, on nimble cat feet, scales to the middle pad and leaps off as the Indianan gets vertical. As she flies through the air magnificently, like only she can, the beauty Sunset Flips over her adversary and grabs him at the hips in a death grip. The momentum is enough to pull the rookie onto his back into yet another basic pinning predicament. The count reaches two again, before Jack "bell claps" Haven with his knees, forcing her to break it and roll away.
The Queen of Extreme has attained her second wind though, and will not be denied. Popping to her feet, the Poster Girl of GHW slams into the ropes where she garners an abundance of speed for her travel back. Tracks has only made it to one knee when Haven barges in with her soles thrusting out like dual pistons at him. The leaping Drop Kick connects with his hurt shoulder, ripping him back down to the mat. Like a predator honed in on its injured prey, so to does Haven pounce. The Cutie Pie sets in on Jack with maddening stomps along his shoulder, a flurry so wild mannered it's reminiscent of Stone Cold's mud-hole stompings. A new found intensity arises in the Christian Cutie, as she continues the assault well past the ref's mandatory count. In fact, it's only stopped by the ring adjutant himself, when he forcefully wedges himself in and shoves the GodQueen away.
Fuzz: Haven needs to be careful here, or she'll get disqualified. That was very uncharacteristic of her. Big Al: Yeah now is not the right time to lose focus. She needs to save all that for Santiago, because she is going to need everything under the sun, including divine intervention, to topple the Lord of the Flies. Fuzz: And now she's making a mistake like a rookie would; she's arguing with the referee.
The verbal jostle with the official doesn't last long. Queen Cassady the Cutest knows arguing with the man in black and white is a fruitless endeavor and quickly disengages, but not before giving him a FACE PALM of Queenly proportions. The Haven Haters in the stands, however, deserve her attention after giving her one too many jeers and meanie butt words. She turns to them in mid trot toward Jack, and gives them a strong "UP YOURS" shout and arm gesture. The brutal response given back to her is loud but ineffective, as the Queen of Queens thumbs her nose at them and protrudes a foot out toward her opponent. The Front Kick is aimed at his targeted shoulder, but her bantering has betrayed her. Tracks captures her foot with his hands and stands fully erect, causing her to hop up and down in place with her hands waving vigorously at him for mercy. The King of the Road merely gives her a glare, not liking how carried away she's gotten in bending the rules. He wags his finger "No No No" at her, but little does he know she's laid a trap. Suddenly, the Queen of Keen lifts herself up, bringing her free foot under his chin with a crisp snap. The impact liberates her from his grasp and she continues through with her Back Flip Trick Kick, a move normally seen only in action movies. The blistering strike forces Tracks into a retreat, as the Nebraskan never misses a beat and jet-sets toward the only weapon she needs in a match - the ropes. Upon her return she takes flight for the umpteenth time, looking to utilize her vaunted Cross Body to quell the dragon that threatens her throne. The collision is made but somehow the Speed Demon stays vertical with her draped horizontal across his chest, eliciting a mixed reaction from GHW's clientele.
The man from Indianapolis unleashes a primeval roar and lofts the small woman across his shoulders. He quickly locks her in place, suppressing any resistance she may employ, and turns toward the nearest buckled corner. He starts out in a jog, then a sprint as he nears the buckles. At desired range he brings his equally unique speed and agility to the forefront, by literally walking up the buckles effortlessly. Tracks propels off of them and soars through the vastness of space behind him, gaining such a high orbit that the camera flashes from the audience dazzle like the kick off to the Super Bowl. They seem to hover in slow motion for a moment, before gravity, which has played such a key role in the match already, pulls them down with ill regard to their health. The plummet and ensuing wreckage upon the canvas forces a cloud of trepidation over the "Believers" in the crowd, whom have been shut up by the scintillating High Impact Samoan Drop that has left their iconic Princess dormant and decimated. The other half of the fans, however, shout out with glee at Jack Tracks and plead for him to make the cover. Just delivering the move had taken some out of Tracks as well, preventing him from making the most out of the opportunity. He lingers about for a moment, before finally turning onto his belly and draping his body across hers, sweat mixing with sweat. The ring official dramatically slides in with his almighty hand slamming to the mat strong, the crowd singing along in the moment.
"ONE!" "TWO" "Thr---ahhhhhhh!!!"
Haven's foot is on the rope - a barely mustered escape from defeat.
Fuzz: MY GAWD that was close! How she got her foot on that rope is beyond me. I thought she was a goner, dead, defeated! Big Al: Unbelievable! I think I have just had an out of body experience. Simply unbelievable!
No truer words have ever been spoken by Big Al. Disbelief - it's etched into Jack's eyes. He looks to the ref, questioning him, displaying three fingers with a genuine "WTF" expression on his handsome features. The zebra dressed man can only point to Wolverina's boot atop the bottom cable. Tracks hisses in frustration before pulling her aggressively out of reach of the wires, and commences a second pin-fall, this time hooking a leg. The Pedal Pusher bangs his head up and down with the first two counts, knowing this must be it, has to be it. It is not. Displaying her never-say-die attitude once again is Wolfie, who bucks up a shoulder at 2 and 99/100. Rolling off of her, Jack sits up, resting his arms along his lap while a look of complete confusion dominates his visage. He takes a deep breath in to hold his mounting frustration at bay, but the question still lingers in his psyche - what will it take to put this remarkable young lady away? Then it hits him. Downforce. His be all-end all finisher. It's the only way. The Indianan powers to a stand with urgency and yanks up his pretty opponent, seeking to deploy his famous maneuver. What awaits him is a rebuttal from the Queen, a listlessly thrown right cross along the chops. The blow is enough to break his hold on her, which Haven takes full advantage of. She side steps toward him and thrusts out her infamous leg-of-death, aiming the Goodness Gracious Super Kick at his mandible.
The battle has slowed her body though, and the kick comes in torpid, allowing Tracks to capture her foot yet again. This time he would not be made a fool of. He spins the leg inwards causing her to fall off balance and twist in the air, bringing them both to the ground in a turning motion. The Dragon Screw Legwhip is just a lead-in though. Jack, still controlling Wolfie's legs, completes a spinning toe hold and grasps the other leg, crossing them into a "4" as he does so and falls to the mat, applying pressure to The Queen's succulent crossed legs with his own. The Figure Four, locked expertly smack dab in the middle of the ring, sends the People's Princess into a thrashing fit so profound it could be mistaken for an exorcism. She screams like a sinful soul in hell, and pounds relentlessly on Jack's knees and legs to no avail. Her resistance is futile but annoying. It soon dawns on the Speedster that Haven will not simply give up. To mitigate this revelation, Jack wisely uses his long reach and lankiness and Haven's gymnast like flexibility to his advantage and grabs hold of her arms when she sits up. He pulls her closer, having just enough to loop his arm around her head and applies a Neck Crank of sorts, or Guillotine Submission. The innovative dual submission quickly diminishes the Queen of Extreme's defiance, and places her in uncharted waters of peril.
Fuzz: What ingenuity by Tracks! A two for one submission! He sees the checkered flag! What a feather in his cap if he can make the untappable... tap. Big Al: Tracks has overtaken her in the final lap of this contest! It's all over but the fat lady singing! Fuzz: That's more like it. Great analogy, Al. Big Al: Damn right, Collin. I hear your mom is a great singer, guess we're about to find out.
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