Post by haven on Oct 28, 2012 14:02:10 GMT -5
During the epic Arm Drag by Kahlan, the rail thin referee was bumped into by the lanky grappler, causing him to drop to the canvas as if he'd been shot by a sniper's bullet. A bit of an oversell on the ref's part, but hey, it happens. Kahlan commenced her journey upon the ladder thereafter and made quick progress, proving exactly why she is indeed the Queen of all things Ladderish. To K's dismay, however, her arch nemesis appears at the bottom of the ladder on the opposite side and starts a climb as well, picking up ground rather quickly. The crowd goes bonkers. This is what they wanted to see. Wolverina's vindication from years of being humiliated and abused at the hands of the serial sneak attack artist.
Instead of climbing faster, Kahlan reaches into the front of her panties and pulls out a pair of brass knux, an action unseen by the approaching good-doer. The fans see it though, and begin to scream warnings at their heroine, but Wolfie is too caught up in her own lust for Kahlan's defeat. The pair reach the top at the same time, but despite Clarkson having the hidden advantage the crowd knew Wolfie would come through. Haven would duck a wild swing from Pretty K and send her off the ladder. It had to happen. There was no other way this match could end right now. In their eyes, there was no way Wolfie could possibly lose after all she'd been through.
The crowd roars as Wolverina blisters a flurry of punches to Kahlan's head and face, which almost knocks the woman off her throne atop the ladder. Then, in a instant, a flash of gold screams across the air in front of Haven's face, the cruel weapon colliding with her forehead. And just like that, it's over. Haven's body goes limp and she falls off the ladder, landing hard onto the canvas as if she was a dead body that'd been thrown off a bridge. A cowed silence falls upon the masses as Kahlan reaches up and unhooks the briefcase from the cable it's attached to. Only a few jeers are heard now, the majority of the fans still in shock over what had just happened.
Fuzz: DAMN IT! NO! NO! NOT LIKE THIS! She's done it again, Al! That low down dirty.... ahhhh!
Big Al: I called it earlier! Kahlan just has Wolfie's number. Haven just can't beat this girl. All is fair in this type of match with so much at stake. Kahlan came prepared, Wolverina didn't.
Now the magnitude hits the fans and they boo as loud as they can. Kahlan simply takes a seat atop the ladder and holds the briefcase to those mosquito bites she calls breasts, and savors the moment for a good while. But as time wears on, she notices that her music hasn't started to play nor has a bell rung to indicate the end of the match. Confused, she looks down and spots the referee down and out. As expected, she lets out a string of obscenities and power-climbs down and plods toward him. A few hard kick-shoves seems to bring the zebra-boy around some, then.... WHAM! The shaky but effective Goodness Gracious Super Kick lands flush with Kahlan's left cheek, sending the briefcase popping up into the air and kahlan down to the mat utterly decimated.
Wolfie drops to her knees after delivering her famous move. It had taken damn near everything out of her. She was still a bit groggy too, and had a little crimson cut along her forehead, along with some small bruising already around it. She shook her head and managed to get to her vertical base, whereupon she grabbed the briefcase and commences to beating Kahlan in the head and face with it, like some kind of out of control barbarian. Wolfie could have probably killed her, but luckily Jack Tracks entered and grabbed Wolfie from behind. Bad idea, Jack. Haven swings the briefcase up and behind her head blindly, but manages to ding the Trackster real good, knocking him right back through the ropes from which he had re-entered the warzone from.
DING! DING! DING![/i]
The briefcase still in her hands, the Cutest of the Cute looks around a bit vexed, as does the rest of the GHW Universe. The ref was looking at her and had his finger pointed right at the crowd favorite.
Coors: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the match and securer of a title shot of her choosing..... WOOOOOOOOOOOOOLVERINA!
Haven's jaw drops as her music, "Another One Bites the Dust", begins to play, the fans going absolutely unglued and insane.
Fuzz: She.... She did it! She won! Oh my gawd! YES! YES! YES! Wolverina has shunned the monkey from her back! She has exxxxxxxxxxxxorsiiiiiiiiced the demon that has plagued her for so many years!
Big Al: Like hell she has! The woman stole the win from Kahlan. She didn't "beat" her. She stole from her. There's a big difference! This is BS!
Fuzz: Didn't you just say all is fair when the stakes are this high?
Big Al: That was different! You wouldn't understand!
Tears of joy run down Wolfie's face as she walks over to Kahlan and stands over her, straddling either side of her. After staring down at the out cold cutting queen for a long age, she heaves the briefcase high above her head and literally uses Kahlan as a walking mat to wipe her boots off before heading to the ropes and exiting the ring. As she heads up the ramp, she turns and lets out a she-wolf howl, still teary eyed, and heaves the briefcase high above her head once more before disappearing behind the curtain.
END OF THREAD.
Instead of climbing faster, Kahlan reaches into the front of her panties and pulls out a pair of brass knux, an action unseen by the approaching good-doer. The fans see it though, and begin to scream warnings at their heroine, but Wolfie is too caught up in her own lust for Kahlan's defeat. The pair reach the top at the same time, but despite Clarkson having the hidden advantage the crowd knew Wolfie would come through. Haven would duck a wild swing from Pretty K and send her off the ladder. It had to happen. There was no other way this match could end right now. In their eyes, there was no way Wolfie could possibly lose after all she'd been through.
The crowd roars as Wolverina blisters a flurry of punches to Kahlan's head and face, which almost knocks the woman off her throne atop the ladder. Then, in a instant, a flash of gold screams across the air in front of Haven's face, the cruel weapon colliding with her forehead. And just like that, it's over. Haven's body goes limp and she falls off the ladder, landing hard onto the canvas as if she was a dead body that'd been thrown off a bridge. A cowed silence falls upon the masses as Kahlan reaches up and unhooks the briefcase from the cable it's attached to. Only a few jeers are heard now, the majority of the fans still in shock over what had just happened.
Fuzz: DAMN IT! NO! NO! NOT LIKE THIS! She's done it again, Al! That low down dirty.... ahhhh!
Big Al: I called it earlier! Kahlan just has Wolfie's number. Haven just can't beat this girl. All is fair in this type of match with so much at stake. Kahlan came prepared, Wolverina didn't.
Now the magnitude hits the fans and they boo as loud as they can. Kahlan simply takes a seat atop the ladder and holds the briefcase to those mosquito bites she calls breasts, and savors the moment for a good while. But as time wears on, she notices that her music hasn't started to play nor has a bell rung to indicate the end of the match. Confused, she looks down and spots the referee down and out. As expected, she lets out a string of obscenities and power-climbs down and plods toward him. A few hard kick-shoves seems to bring the zebra-boy around some, then.... WHAM! The shaky but effective Goodness Gracious Super Kick lands flush with Kahlan's left cheek, sending the briefcase popping up into the air and kahlan down to the mat utterly decimated.
Wolfie drops to her knees after delivering her famous move. It had taken damn near everything out of her. She was still a bit groggy too, and had a little crimson cut along her forehead, along with some small bruising already around it. She shook her head and managed to get to her vertical base, whereupon she grabbed the briefcase and commences to beating Kahlan in the head and face with it, like some kind of out of control barbarian. Wolfie could have probably killed her, but luckily Jack Tracks entered and grabbed Wolfie from behind. Bad idea, Jack. Haven swings the briefcase up and behind her head blindly, but manages to ding the Trackster real good, knocking him right back through the ropes from which he had re-entered the warzone from.
DING! DING! DING![/i]
The briefcase still in her hands, the Cutest of the Cute looks around a bit vexed, as does the rest of the GHW Universe. The ref was looking at her and had his finger pointed right at the crowd favorite.
Coors: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the match and securer of a title shot of her choosing..... WOOOOOOOOOOOOOLVERINA!
Haven's jaw drops as her music, "Another One Bites the Dust", begins to play, the fans going absolutely unglued and insane.
Fuzz: She.... She did it! She won! Oh my gawd! YES! YES! YES! Wolverina has shunned the monkey from her back! She has exxxxxxxxxxxxorsiiiiiiiiced the demon that has plagued her for so many years!
Big Al: Like hell she has! The woman stole the win from Kahlan. She didn't "beat" her. She stole from her. There's a big difference! This is BS!
Fuzz: Didn't you just say all is fair when the stakes are this high?
Big Al: That was different! You wouldn't understand!
Tears of joy run down Wolfie's face as she walks over to Kahlan and stands over her, straddling either side of her. After staring down at the out cold cutting queen for a long age, she heaves the briefcase high above her head and literally uses Kahlan as a walking mat to wipe her boots off before heading to the ropes and exiting the ring. As she heads up the ramp, she turns and lets out a she-wolf howl, still teary eyed, and heaves the briefcase high above her head once more before disappearing behind the curtain.
END OF THREAD.