Main Event: Santiago vs Desperado

[Dominik Santiago]

The atmosphere of the arena is tumultuous, the teaming masses of humanity known as the GHW lifeblood have been treated to yet another night of excitement, drama, and cut-throat competition. With the program drawing to a close, the enthusiasm of the audience remains lively, their buzzing at a fair volume in anticipation for the final bout of the evening. They suddenly, and quietly hush, as the bell chimes thrice, captivating their attention. A chorus of cheers commences in response to the continuation of the show, as Charlie Coors makes his way into the center of the squared circle. Holding a microphone and a cue card in his hands, the high school classmate of the Amherstview, Ontario native, Matthew Oliveira, slowly raises the microphone closer to his lips, further quieting the crowd.

Charlie Coors: "The following contest is your Main Event and is scheduled for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit."

As his announcement finishes, the arena lights begin to dim, filling the venue for Triumph with a dark, ominous ambiance. Those not already standing, rise from their seats and cheer in anticipation. As the arena overflows with excitement, the lighting structures being casting silhouettes and shadows, whilst serving as the only light source beyond cell phone lights, flashing cameras, and the EXIT signs located throughout the building. The Butcher-tron suddenly comes to life, spurring a white strobe light which shines from the rafters, slowly ascending up the ramp toward the stage platform - all of this accompanied by the beginning riff of Stone Sours' "Cardiff". The quick yet foreboding effectively captures the persona of the man behind the music, the man of which suddenly emerges before the eyes of those in attendance. As the drums kick in and the song begins the velvet curtains slowly part, making way for the GHW Icon comes to stand, illuminated in white, with his arms crossed over his chest in his trademark 'X' pose, his damped blond hair hanging in front of his face as his head lies titled askew.

The sure fire Hall of Famer's GHW Championship sparkles in the light, sitting around his waist and overtop his sleeveless, black "Legend.Icon.Champion" T-shirt which lies beneath his white trench coat. Completing his attire, are his usual black tights with "SKO" written on the legs, his white wrestling boots with black laces, and taped wrists from knuckle to forearm, in homage to The Genius, his close friend. He surveys the arena, gazing into the outskirts of the HSBC, and then in the direction of the ring. From there he begins his slow, methodical saunter to the ring, his shoulders swaying ostentatiously, his being raised upright and to the sky, flourishing swagger, confidence, and the type of moxie one comes to develop from capturing four Heavyweight championships in a span of five years.

Coors: "Coming to the ring first, fighting out of Hollywood, California, and weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty seven pounds, HE IS THE GHW ICON, AND THE REIGNING GHW CHAMPION...DOMINIK SANTIAGO!"

As his name reverberates throughout the arena Santiago comes to a stop in the middle of the aisle. He stares at the sea of spectators on either side of them, his face remaining stern, his brows un0furrowed, his mouth closed while the enthralled patrons reaching out in attempts to grab him. The showman in him, Dominik begins his march once again, taking the time out to slap each of those hands, hands those fans will likely never wash again.

This fluid feels like pain
This stoic mood is all in vain
I reached into the dark
I tear this other me apart

Dominik knees up onto the apron, replacing the aforementioned knee with a foot as he rises to a stand on the apron. He walks along it, approaching the turnbuckle on the hard camera side of the ring. He plants a foot, and then a second on the middle buckle and climbs it, coming to a stand over his people as their champion, their hero, their beacon of hope and role-model. He snaps his head back, water scattering from his hair follicles and flying into the atmosphere as he unstraps his prestigious championship. The coveted belt of so many is then raised high and pridefully into the air, the Assassin coming to a pose in the corner and receiving a massive amount of cheers for it in response.

How many years ago?
How many deaths I can't let go?
My flesh is temporary
My God, extraordinary
You can't kill my mind

Jennings: "The GHW Champion saw that bullseye on his back get wider last. He was the victim of the proverbial wolfpack of challengers so to speak. Haven Cassady, Dustin Delta, and Millson team together to wreak havoc on him."
Mulligan: "And now the NeXus Champion will meet him tonight. It only gets worst for Dominik. Desperado is going to rip him limb from limb."
"I wouldn't count out the Assassin Al, but if anyone can halt his momentum, its the man who's momentum right now is tremendous. That's James Daniels.

A man delivered can never
Make his way in darkness
I know tonight will end
But I won't give this life away again

The Lord of the Flies climbs down and slips between the middle and top ropes, the arena lights slowly returning to their normal fixture. The champion continues his amble across the ring, handing his championship to the referee and slowly disrobing out of his trench coat. Santiago then walks toward the ropes, handing his coat over to the ring attendant. As the ring handy-man walks off, Dominik backs into the nearby corner, removing his sleeveless tee, garnering a shrieks and cheers from a great number of females in the audience. With a great, big heave, he tosses the said shirt into the stands. As his theme begins to dwindle and pan out, Dom grabs onto the ropes on either side of him and crouches, stretching his leg tendons and more importantly, limbering up for a contest that will certainly be grueling. With Cardiff now completely faded out, the GHW Champion stares blankly at his the canvas, his mind wandering as the arena is left buzzing, with the noise level of the New Yorkers' at a solid decibel as they cheer and talk among themselves in anticipation of the Nexus Champion.

TBCB Desperado
(OOC: Aaron, no draws for this Main Event. We want a winnah!)

[Desperado]

'Voices' by Revs Theory hits the PA system as the attention of everyone in the arena turns towards the entrance. The lights go dim whilst smoke begins to rise via the ventilators.

The titantron flickers on to show the words 'Deadly By Nature' before fading away to show 'Desperado' in a golden font. The screen fades away to display many clips of Desperado wrestling whilst switching to him training in an old empty gym. The whole clip is in black and white.

::[~~Charlie Coors~~]::
"Introducing next … making his way to the ring, ... hailing from Brooklyn, New York, ...standing 6'3", ... Weighing in at 228lbs, ... He’s the Technical Tornado, … The Deadly and Dangerous, … DESPERADO."

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You got your rules and your religion
All designed to keep you safe
But when rules start getting broken
You start questioning your faith
I have a voice that is my savior
Hates to love and loves to hate
I have the voice that has the knowledge
And the power to rule your fate

Desperado breaks through the layer of smoke, his long black gown draping the floor, the golden lining shining under the flashing lights of the cameras. He moves through the sides of the screaming fan as he advances to the ring. In his hand is the Nexus 2012 trophy; shining like a beacon of accomplishment. He looks toward Dominik and motions his hands around his waist, expressing his want for the title. Kissing his trophy on it face, he passes it along to a ring-side assistant.

I hear voices crying
I see heroes dying
I taste the blood that's drying
I feel the tension rising

He reaches the stairs and climbs them in rhythm, each foot hitting the steel at the right time, his hooded gown flapping in the air behind him. When he ascends the stairs completely, he tilts his head back, removing the hood to reveal his psychotic smile and lifts his arms to his sides. The lights suddenly go back to full strength. Desperado removes his gown and lets it drop to his feet before entering the ring in his black trunks with golden, silky stripes along with his matching black and gold boots. His hands are strapped with white tape whilst tattoo's cover most of his arms and shoulders. A lot of cuts and bruises are present on his body.

I hear voices in my head
The council me
They understand
They talk to me!
They talk to me,They tell me things that I will do
They show me things I'll do to you

They talk to me,
(talk to me, talk to me)
They talk to me!

They talk to me,
(talk to me, talk to me)
They talk to me!

Desperado stands in the middle of the ring as the music dies down and the chanting of the crowd quietens. He has taken a microphone to address his opponent.

::[~~Big Al~~]::
"The man who everyone is currently talking about. The 2012 Nexus winner himself, Desperado."

::[~~Fuzz~~]::
"I think he's going to say a few words. Probably confirm the rumours about cashing his title shot on Dominik Santiago..."

::[~~Desperado~~]::[/u]
“Ladies and Gentlemen, I present you the Nexus Chump of all-time, Dominik Santiago. How does it feel Dom, standing before a legend? The Strife Slayer... The winner of the Nexus. Feats you couldn't even dream of accomplishing.

That title you carry around with so much pride. It means nothing when you step in front of me Dom and you know it. You may an assassin when it comes down to hunting the rookie's and hopefuls in this industry. Hell, you may even have gotten a few has-been wins as well but they're not accomplishments Dom.

I will admit, you have come a long way since being the bitch-boy who always got a beating at the hands of Stone Orchard but you'll never be a legend Dom, not until you truly achieve something glorious. Something worth being arrogant about. And considering I am such an awesome guy, I'll give you that opportunity.”[/color][/center]

There are a few gasps in the crowd as the audience begins to consider the possibility of a title match right here right now.

"No need to get so excited guys, that match ... is for a bigger stage. Tonight, I'm just here to have some fun and see what Mr. Santiago is all about. Impress me tonight and I'll offer you the match of your life-time. Your career defining moment. Full-Circle, Desperado vs. Dominik Santiago. That's what everyone's been talking about right? Right Dom? Is that you want? You want it Dom? You want to taste true glory. You may be pumped up about it tonight but let me assure you, this right here means nothing if you can't reproduce it at the big stage. So give me all you got Dom. Show me how far you've come."

Desperado drops the microphone and stares at his opponent with an eager smile across his face beckoning him to take the first shot.

TBCB Dominik Santiago

[Dominik Santiago]

Dominik Santiago, the man with a well documented truculent disposition, approaches Desperado until the two combustible elements stand eye to eye. James Daniels continues to edge the Assassin on, almost begging and pleading for Santiago to take a shot at him. Despite every fiber in his being screaming at him to wallop the New Yorker and remove the smug smirk that's etched on his face, Dom takes the high road. The Californian simply motions around his waist, reminding Despy who the champ was and making it clear to him that he was going to be the top dog for the foreseeable future. With the help of the referee the two intense competitors are separated, the official putting the proverbial wedge between them before calling for the bell. As the bell chimes thrice, Daniels and Santiago each begin circling around the ring, likely devising strategies they'll attempt to implement to get the immediate upperhand. The deliberation seemingly comes to an end as both superstars cautiously advance to one another in the center of the squared circle, with each man slightly crouched and extending their hands. Both men slap at one another, with each man looking for an opening and a window to take the initiative. Having found one, Santiago dives at Desperado's legs, causing the former to step back and shove him aside. Daniels takes a step back, and sneers down at the GHW Champion who sits on his knees, smiling confidently at him. From there Dominik slowly regains a vertical base, deep beneath his grin lying the knowledge and realization that defeating the original Stone Orchard member would be quite the arduous task. They meet back at the center, once again slapping at each others hands, continuing to feel one another out. This time Desperado takes the aggressive approach, diving and reaching for Dominik's leg only to be pushed back in response. Daniels immediately springs back to a full vertical position, before colliding with the Lord of the Flies once more, this time in a collar and elbow tie.

The hold doesn't last long as Santiago breaks free and deftly maneuvers around Desperado, whilst applying a rear waistlock. Turning his defense into offense, the Nexus Champion unclasps Dominik's hands, before extending Dom's arm and moving behind said limb. With the aforementioned part of the Assassin's anatomy still in his clutches, Despy applies a hammerlock, effectively subduing his foe and holding him at bay. Or so he thought, as the quick thinking, agile Middle Weight reaches around Desperado's head with his free hand and falls to a seated position, dragging him forward and sending him somersaulting to the canvas supinely. In no hurry to give up any ground, James rolls onto his chest, prompting Dominik to once again wrap his arms around his torso. Showing his own technical prowess and acumen, the Yankee adroitly rolls across the ring, using the momentum to escape the hold. Both men end up on their knees, with Dominik the first to his feet, giving him the advantage in their exhibition of chain wrestling. The callous Californian hastily applies a front facelock, capturing Desperado's head in his armpit and coercing him back to his feet. Flourishing his ring awareness, the former Tag Team Champion staggers into the ropes, causing the referee to step in and issue a break. As Santiago steps back and raises his arms, the self-proclaimed "Strife Slayer" takes the opportunity to strike him across the cheek, slapping him much like an outlaw in an old western flick, garnering tremendous heat for the gesture and the ire of the recipient. With the zebra clad official pushing him back, Dominik is unable to retaliate, and can only glare at the egomaniacal Brooklyn native who remains on the ropes, chuckling loudly.

Jennings: "Desperado makes me sick. He's got no respect for anyone. Not the fans, not the Fighty fighty persons, not management. He's a lowlife degenerate if you ask me."
Mulligan: "Oh Colin why don't you grow a set. This man is the Nexus Champion. He doesn't have to respect anyone. In fact, we should all acknowledge his greatness."
"Al you kiss so much ass that you have stink breath."
"I bet you thought that was mighty clever..."

Having created a necessary distance between both combatants, the referee steps away, allowing them to have at it. They waste no time in posturing, as they once again collide in a collar and elbow tie. The quicker, more agile Santiago immediately attacks, stabbing Despeardo in the midsection with a stiff knee strike, causing him to double over in pain. Afterward, Dominik grapples him around the head, encircling Daniels' cranium and applying a textbook headlock. The Assassin cranks up the pressure, causing a slight discoloration in Despy's face as the blood flow to his head is suppressed. He quickly begins elbowing Santiago in the abdomen, desperately attempting to escape the hold, if not cause the four time Heavyweight Champion's leverage to lessen. Instinctively he maneuvers behind him, causing the hold to become less excruciating, before wrapping his arms around Dominik's near leg. With a popping of the hips, Desperado channels enough strength necessary to hoist the Hollywood resident into the air. Exploiting the momentum, the former King of Deathmatches flips backward, landing on his feet behind his deadly and dangerous adversary. As he turns, Dominik swipes his hand through the air, quickly smacking him in the mug with an open palm strike that ignites the crowd and removes the pompous expression from the Nexus winner's face. The Lord of the Flies is now the one smiling, infuriating the New Yorker, causing him to charge forward impulsively, and swing his arm wildly through the electricity in the air. Santiago ducks his head and circumvents the Clothesline before pivoting on his feet. With his arm bent and cocked he spins inward, connecting with a forearm shot into the turning Desperado's face. The violent collision and clashing between elbow and mug sends James Daniels falling through the ropes in a wave of disorientation and unceremoniously tumbling to the outside. He slowly staggers to his feet and leans across the guardrail, staring into the ring, swishing his tongue around his mouth in search of the taste that just got knocked out of it.

"Desperado has got to keep his cool. He just learned the hard way what happens when you let the Assassin get in your head."
"Yeah, you get popped in the mouth and put on your hindquarters. "

The former EVPW Imperial Champion exasperatedly marches back to the killing grounds, slowly kneeing up onto the apron, his eyes almost unblinking as he glares a hole through his opponent. To add insult to injury, Dominik slowly outstretches his arms and performs the Atlas pose, mocking Desperado and somewhat stealing his thunder. The display doesn't do much to smooth over the relationship between the two, and only angers Daniels more as he slips back into the ring. Having been shown up thus far in the contest, the Nexus champion cautiously approaches Santiago. Dominik drops his arms, the showman in him being replaced with a more focused, stern competitor. He extends his hands, prompting Desperado to do the same. He obliges, or so it would seem, only allowing his arms to protrude to lull Dominik into a sense of security. The former Golden Angle title holder drops his hands and steps forward with a kick to the midsection, viciously driving his black boot into his foe's solarplexus. With Santiago's defenses lowered, Desperado quickly grabs his near arm and spins under it, his maneuvering allowing him to twist the Assassin's wrist. The GHW Icon winces from the discomfort, before quickly rolling forward and onto his back, straightening the arm and effectively countering the hold. From his supine position he kips up from the canvas, landing on his feet (receiving an 8 on the Shawn Michaels scale.) However just as his feet stamp on the mat, Desperado cocks his arm back before swinging it inward and falling forward, slamming his arm into the Californian's sternum with tremendous force, and dropping him back to the canvas with the vicious short-ranged lariat. With his antagonist's arm still in his possession, Desperado begins bending it, applying an armbar variant and looking to break the said limb in half. Despite having the wind knocked out of him, Santiago has enough wits to counter, quickly lifting his legs as James Daniels leans back, and encircling them around his head, trapping him with a perfectly executed headscissors. Despy is forced to release Dominik's arm and tend to his current predicament, one which sees his cranium compressed between the GHW Champion's legs. With the oxygen being prevented from reaching his brain, the twenty five year old all-rounder is forced to think quickly, and on the fly. He slowly shifts his position, ending up at Santiago's bottom, facing his lower extremities. With his head still held in captivity, Desperado plants his hands into the canvas and swings his body into the air, performing a handstand that confuses the Assassin. Dominik leans up, attempting to push James Daniel's from his upside down position, but to no avail, as the New Yorker has enough arm and upper body strength to remain upright. With the teaming masses looking on intently, Desperado remains handstanding, before suddenly pushing off his hands and in one fluid motion, escaping the headscissors and landing on his feet. With the window of opportunity created by the unorthodox counter, the Nexus Champion is able to take advantage. He dashes forward, building enough speed and a head of steam to make up the short distance between he and the seated Assassin, before swinging his knee forward. It cuts through the air like grass, and lands square in the face of the fan-favorite. The blistering, malicious knee strike sends Santiago's head snapping back awkwardly to the canvas, before his body goes spread-eagle and motionless. With the thunderous effects of the withering strike reverberating through his nemesis' head, Desperado quickly drops to the canvas and hooks his leg, causing the referee to drop down and acknowledge the pinfall.

"What a devastating knee strike. Desperado could have just split Santiago's face right down the middle!"
"And now he's about to embarrass the GHW Champion, much like Stone Orchard did back in the day. It's de-ja-vu!"

"1!"

"2!"

TBCB Desperado

[Desperado]

Just as the core of Dominik’s fan base are on the verge of giving up hope, ready to leave their seats out of despair, the Hollywood Hero answers to the request of the minority who still believe. The “Santiago” chants give him a new sense of responsibility to give the fans what they want and have grown so accustomed to; a victory. Just as the official is about to close the main event with the final count, the ‘Assassin’ heaves his shoulder off the ground, dislodging Desperado’s hard work of planting him to the canvas. The failure of an early victory brings about a moment of madness from Desperado, almost costing him the match as he takes the referee by the scruffs of the collars after he announces a mere two count against Desperado’s wishes of the complete three. Within moments of the warning, Desperado releases the hold on the mediator, apologizing for his sudden outburst; his anger fizzing out, replaced by a smile of smugness. He almost had him and Desperado knew it. He looked around the relieved faces of the ‘SKO’ followers and they knew it too but most of all, the Assassin who lay at his feet trying to re-establish himself to his feet knew it. There was confusion on his face, frustration and fret. His game plan had begun so well but he had been matched toe-to-toe in the wrestling department. There were no cheap tricks, no cheating, no excuses; Desperado was the real thing when it came to pure wrestling and defeating him would take more than just luck and wits. Dom was starting to understand the flaw of going head-to-head when Desperado was at his best. He had to take another approach, an alternative game plan, something he hadn’t thought off up until now; Desperado’s weakness.

Desperado’s weakness was his lack of desire to win, lapses in concentration and rash decision making that was witnessed by the arena in the form of his spat with the referee. The only way to defeat him was to exploit his weaknesses.

“By god, I thought Desperado had it there. Hear t in mouth moment there for both sets of fans who I must say have come out tonight in great numbers to see this match. It feels like the arena is evenly divided.”

“As is the commentary box… I mean seriously... Are you not bored of stale old Dom? I think we need a new leader in GHW and its obvious that man is Desperado.”

The Leader of the Revolution stands before Dominik, allowing him to regain his stance, wanting to give him another shot at proving his worth. “Come on Dom-Boy? What’s the matter… Desperado too much to handle? I thought given all this time there would be some improvement but so far you’ve failed to live up to my expectations Dom. If you can’t make me sweat now, I doubt you’ll fill out the crowds at Full Circle mate. I mean, do you want the whole arena shouting ‘Desperado’ chants? That would be a bit demoralising, no?” Desperado taunts the GHW Champion, laughing arrogantly; portraying himself as a superior being. Jogging on his feet, he beckons the Lord of Flies to come at him once. “Come on Santi, let’s try this again… This time with a little more belief and aggression… Anything less and I’ll swat you down. Don’t let your fans down now, including me Dom. I can be your biggest fan.” Desperado chuckles to himself, taking further jibes at the current champion.

The Californian screws his face, looking to the ground in a combination of anger and frustration. Not sure what to say in such a situation. He can no longer remain calm and composed, deciding he must act upon his rush of rage and frenzy out on his abuser. The Assassin charges forward, locking in a grapple with the Nexus Champion; the two waltzing around the ring until the attacker takes the advantage, stepping in behind his opponent and forcing Desperado into a waist-lock. There is an initial struggle from Despy but its short lived as Dom is quick to dispatch the Revolutionary Leader, sending him sprawling to the ground with a german suplex. The antagonist is quick to his feet and manages to counter in the incoming Dom with a superbly timed arm-drag but his follow up drop-kick was anticipated as Santiago slams the breaks before James can connect boot to chest.

Desperado cascades to the canvas in embarrassing fashion and the ‘Santiago’ chants are suddenly on the rise, over-powering the Desperado fans in the audience tonight. A quick double round of kicks to the fallen fighter’s legs leaves him in a bit of trouble, unable to regain a stance, allowing Dominik to command the match under his control. The Yank crawls on the ground in agony, trying to create some distance between himself and his foe. The Assassin however was having none of it, taking steady steps in Desperado’s direction, making up the ground with each movement. A boot to his back sends Mr Nexus into the canvas, his chest planted firmly against it. Dominik follows suit with his neighbouring leg, bringing it across to initiate a walk across Desperado’s back before leaping off his feet and bringing both feet together for a stomp upon the back of Despy’s Skull.

“Ouch! That must have hurt…”

“… Thanks for pointing out the obvious.”

The crowd suddenly begin to chant ‘SKO… SKO’ and without thinking twice about it, the GHW poster boy sets himself up in position to strike. His target begins to stir within a short while, surging forward to the ring-ropes in aid to help himself to his feet. The effect of the stomp is condescending, compelling the conceited combatant into an irrational affinity to disregard his desire to remain on his feet. His head hits the floor as he attempts to turn around like an out-of-sync boxer losing his balance following a way-ward attempt of a punch. The crowd jump to their feet, the referee is in concern and even his rival is looking distraught, having his opportunity to SKO being taken away from him thanks to Desperado neurological mishap.

“I think that head stomp has shaken Desperado up. He couldn’t even control himself. He fell down almost before he got back up. This match might be over. The referee might call it an end here. This could potentially be a threat to Desperado’s career.”

“Somebody should contact the paramedics. This could definitely be dangerous… Oh wait. I think the referee’s given the all-clear. Is he sure about this because I’m not?”

The camera takes a close-up of Despy who shakes his head and raises his hands spitting the words, “I’m alright, I’m alright.” Ignoring the official’s cries to complete the check-up, Desperado rushes forward, getting up close and personal, and right in Santiago’s space. A few ineligible words are shared between them with Desperado looking infuriated and a cocky smirk on Santiago’s face. Dom forces Desperado back with a butt of the head but it turns out to be a mistake as he does not anticipate the sudden onslaught Desperado breaks-out with. Head down, shoulder’s drawn; Desperado reaches out with a quick one-two, knocking the smirk right off the Hollywood Hero’s face. The pugilist follows up; connecting with a series of lightning fast body-blows before Dominik even has a chance to retaliate, with the initial attack leaving him in a dazed state. The GHW Champion finally does retaliate, throwing a right of his own but with Desperado in full flow now; it was easily anticipated and effortlessly dodged. A second punch from the left comes in and is just as easily avoided. The High-Flying Hunk springing off his feet to gain some elevation delivers a knuckle sandwich down Santiago’s throat, sending the over-confident Assassin back to ground level. Desperado however, doesn’t get a chance to celebrate his knock-down as he too is on the ground, rolling around, covering his solar plexus with both hands.

“I think Desperado is winded. Although I’m not completely sure but I think Dom managed to catch him with that punch.”

“Nah, I’m pretty sure Desperado dodged both Dominik’s attempts quite easily. I don’t see how that can be the case…”

“Not the first two… I’m on about the third punch Dominik threw, just as Desperado connected with his ‘God’s judgement’ blow. I have to admit that was one hell of a punch.”

“A third punch? I didn’t even see it. I think we might have to go through a reply for this.”

The titantron goes into replay mode, with a small clip showing the current state of the competitors laid out on the canvas with a much larger display going through a slow-motion of Desperado’s mighty punch. Just as Fuzz had claimed, Dominik fists shoots forward from close proximity, connecting just below Desperado’s sternum. The titantron switches back to the ring where Desperado scuttles across the ring through agony with a hand still placed across his chest. Draping his right hand over Santiago’s limp body, Desperado initiates a pin-fall. The referee slides in besides the two and begins the count but it is short lived as Dom bounces out of it just as the referee calls two. Desperado doesn’t bother arguing with the referee this time, instead opting to sulk instead, slamming both palms into the ground out of frustration rather than anger. He looks toward the audience and then back at Dom, wondering what physical shape he is in now. His question is answered as Dom rolls across and back onto his feet within moments whilst Desperado is still on his knees.

“That was an amazingly quick recovery by Dom. Is he feeling okay?”

“Looks completely fine to me… Desperado on the other hand…”

Desperado gets back onto his feet as quick as his tiring body would allow him to, just in time to meet Dominik’s grapple. This time Desperado takes the advantage and gets in behind Dominik, attempting a german suplex whilst he is there but an elbow from Dom puts a stop to that. The Brooklyn Brawler is taken back a little but retaliates with a quick kick to the mid-section as the Lord of Flies charged in to take the advantage. The GHW Champion crouches down for the moment, allowing Desperado to get into position behind his opponent and he immediately signals for the DKO, showing his predatory instincts by hiding in Dominik’s shadow. As soon as the Assassin gets back to a stance, Desperado emerges to tackle his prey with his finisher but faces dismay as his back meets Dom’s outstretched hands. A shocked Desperado lands on his back but immediately returns to his feet to avoid the embarrassing situation. His effort is futile however as his adversary accomplishes what he couldn’t; locking his arms around the Nexus winners neck and executing a flawless SKO.

“There you have it people… THE SKO! DOM JUST NAILED DESPERADO WITH AN S.K.O!!!”

“Looks like Dominik may have got one over Desperado here. This might just be the end.”


TBCB DOM or EOM