Dominik Santiago vs. Metal Dragon: Triple Tables

[Metal Dragon]

(OOC EDIT [AGAIN]: Finally got the announcers right.)

After the Tripp/Cyclone match ends, Devin and JP sit at the announce table as the crowd awaits more action.

Devin: Now time for a match straight from the mind of yours truly: Metal Dragon against Dominik Santiago in a Triple Tables Match!

JP: This will be a good one.

The feed switches to Metal Dragon sitting backstage, dressed in a plain black t-shirt and black jeans, with sneakers on instead of wrestling boots, as he ties and tightens one of his shoes before getting up and looking at the camera.

MD: "So this is where I get to begin proving myself. Dominik Santiago, all this aggression, all this rage that I've built up over the past three weeks that I haven't had an opportunity to properly let out... And you better believe that I'd love to fill your back with splinters after you eliminated me from that battle royal a few weeks back."

MD begins walking down the hallway.

"You're going to be my personal punching bag tonight. This is a big stage, Dom. I want to shine here and send a message to GHW. The paper that the message will be written on is three tables, and the ink is your own f**k**g blood. Now excuse me, I have to grab a few things quickly."

MD stops and opens a door to walk into an unlit room, then slams the door behind him before the cameraman can follow him any further. The feed returns to the ring area, where Lizzie converses with the timekeeper, then walks up the stairs and steps into the ring, ignoring the lewd requests and suggestions of a couple of already inebriated male fans in the front row.

Lizzie: The following is a Triple Tables Match! There are no pinfalls, no submissions, no disqualifications, and no countouts! The only way to win is to slam your opponent through three different tables!

A scorecard appears on the overhanging JumboTron where hockey scores are usually displayed, "Metal" and "Dominik" appearing brightly, both with zeros under their names. "Needled 24/7" by Children of Bodom hits the PA a few seconds later, causing the fans to turn their attention to booing Metal Dragon, who appears in the entranceway with a shopping cart full of many different weapons, the visible ones on top being a pile of light tubes, a kendo stick, and a heap of barbed wire, still wearing his street clothes instead of his usual ring attire.

"Introducing first, from Nashville, Tennessee, weighing in at 215 pounds, Metal Dragon!"

MD controls the cart down the entrance ramp until reaching the bottom, then pilots the cart around the ring to the side of the announce table and reaches into the cart to pull out a light tube.

"He sure looks like he's planning on using the lack of disqualifications to his advantage, Devin!"

"No problem with that!"

MD slides his light tube into the ring before sliding himself into the ring to wait for Dom.

[Dominik Santiago]

Suddenly the lights go black before flickers of red, blue, silver and orange shoot towards the stage. After a few seconds gold smoke begins to form on the stage blocking the curtains. Fireworks begin erupting on the ramp going over from one side to the other like a rainbow before gold rain type fireworks fall from the sky and onto the stage.

The arena begins to get louder as Everybody Down- Nonpoint blasts on the PA System.

When I drop you, I'm gonna stomp you
Pick you up again and then drop you
Lift my foot again and then stomp you
Then grind
And when I stomp you
That'll be the end of you
That'll be it
That'll be the end of you
Time to jump ship
Cause I'm a psycho and I'm crazy
And If you're too close you're gonna get hit

Out of the smoke comes Dominik Santiago holding a trusty crowbar wearing a gold Santiago Jersey and Black Jeans! Santiago walks arrogant and cockily through the gold rainbow explosion as falling fireworks fall onto his head until he finally enters the ring.

Lizzie:
And the opponent weighing tonight at 235 pounds, hailing from Hollywood California, DOMINIK SANTIAGO!!!!

Devin:
And this is a kid we would love to have on Genesis! Dominik Santiago! What a superstar he is and Decimation is very lucky to have him!

JP:
You must have some type of brain disorder. If you want this ignoramus then you can go ahead and get him. He's nothing but a snot nosed jerk plain and simple!

Devin:
Jerk or not he's still one hell of an athlete!

Everybody down
Everybody down
I'm coming around, coming around, coming around
Everybody down
Everybody down
I need every single person right now on the ground

Santiago climbs the turnbuckle and raises the crowbar high above his head and the crowd gives Santiago enormous heat! Santiago climbs down and looks at Metal Dragon before heading to the other turnbuckle. This time Santiago points the crowbar at the fans and then gives them the middle finger.

Now that I got you
right where I want you
I'm gonna twist you up and tie you up and knot you
Break you, so that it takes you
6 months to recuperate you
Oh, that's the end of you
That's it
That's the end of you
Time to jump ship
Cause I'm a psycho and I'm crazy
And If you're too close you're gonna get hit

Santiago throws his jersey into the crowd and his theme music fades out. Metal Dragon with light tube in hand and Santiago with Crowbar in hand. The two superstars stare down at each other.

JP:

Well I just want to take the time to remind you that GHW Total Carnage is brought to you by Quiznos: MMMM Toasty

Devin:

And by DrillBit Taylor In A Theater Near You Today

Dom and MD hold their weapons tight as the ref signals for the bell.

[Metal Dragon]

JP: "He's gonna regret throwing his jersey into the crowd once Metal Dragon smashes a few light tubes on him."

Devin: "Bad move, but he's just tougher if he can handle it."

"No, he's just dumb for not covering himself up."

The bell sounds as MD grips his light tube and Dom puts both hands on his crowbar, taking a step forward as MD stands still. The two men begin circling the ring toward the center, both waiting for the other to make a move. Once they get into reach, Dom swings his crowbar sideways at MD's head, but MD ducks, rises, and swings his light tube overhead, but Dom sidesteps to dodge that. Dom quickly jabs MD in the gut with his crowbar, but MD catches Dom's wrist as he doubles over, pulls Dom toward him, and swings the light tube, smashing it on Dom's left shoulder. Dom grimaces in pain as MD kicks him in the gut and puts Dom's head under his arm, intent on delivering a DDT, but Dom grabs MD's legs and takes him down while slipping his head out from MD's grasp. MD rolls over and gets up only to immediately receive a shot from Dom's crowbar right between the eyes. MD staggers backward as Dom approaches him with the crowbar and prepares to strike again, but MD grabs his arm as he raises his to do so, ducks under Dom's arm, and holds it straight for a second before hitting Dom's straight arm with his elbow, making Dom fall to one knee in pain. MD strikes Dom's arm again with his elbow, this time making him drop the crowbar, before stepping his near leg forward, then jumping and throwing his other leg over Dom's head before swinging it back on his face, and taking Dom down backwards like that while holding Dom's arm between his legs. Dom claws at MD's leg while trying to keep his arm from going straight and being caught in an arm bar, finally pushing MD's legs over his head, sliding his head out from under them, and getting to one knee before using his free hand to punch MD in the face, getting MD to let go of Dom's arm and roll away from him.

"Sheesh. Take your time with submissions. It's not like you have to slam anyone through a table or anything."

"It's smart, in my opinion. If a man's arm is worn out, he can't pick you up to slam you through the table."

MD rolls out of the ring as Dom picks his crowbar up off of the ground. MD walks around the ring eyeing his shopping cart, intent on grabbing another weapon out of there. Dom walks over to that side of the ring and slides out of the ring, standing in front of the cart as to guard it before reaching backward into the cart and pulling out a light tube. MD reaches under the ring and pulls out a table as the crowd cheers before setting it up outside the ring between himself and Dom. Dom walks over to the table and stares at MD, the two men glaring at each other on opposite sides of the table. Dom hits the table with his crowbar and yells "Get over here!" at MD, to which MD responds with a simple raising of the middle finger at Dom, followed by pushing the table into Dom's midsection, climbing onto the table, and running across the table, jumping with his legs extended at Dom, dropkicking him in the face as Dom falls backward, his crowbar flying from his hands again, but the light tube staying in his hands. Dom lies on the ground prone as MD grabs him by the hair and pulls him up. MD grabs Dom's empty hand and that wrist and slings him toward the table. Dom turns around while running and his back hits the table, preparing himself to hit MD with the light tube if he tries to continue his offense, but MD realizes that and instead of attacking he begins walking over to the shopping cart full of weapons. Dom follows MD, and as MD reaches into the cart to try to grab another light tube, Dom swings his tube, smashing it over the top of MD's head. MD slumps forward onto the cart as Dom reaches over him and tries to pull out another light tube, but MD swings his backward blindly and it connects with Dom's face, shattering on impact as the crowd cheers. Dom falls backward as MD pulls himself up on the shopping cart and grabs a heap of barbed wire, throwing it on the ground in front of him.

"Here comes some barbed wire. I like that Dominik is getting the crap beaten out of him. That should shrink his ego a little bit."

"I don't see why you're not rooting for the guy from your show. I don't see what's so bad about him."

"You haven't seen him open that big mouth of his yet."

MD reaches under the ring as blood begins crawling from the top of his head down his face, pulling another table out, flipping it over, pulling the legs out, and setting it up. MD then grabs the barbed wire and starts wrapping it around the table. Dom rolls over to his stomach and begins pulling himself up, blood running down his face as well as down his arm.

"This match hasn't even been going on that long and they're already both bloodied up!"

Dom turns around and takes two steps toward MD, a heap of barbed wire next to him. MD turns around and Dom runs at him, jumps, and sticks his legs out, kicking MD in the chest, making MD stumble backward onto the barbed wire wrapped around the table, cutting through his shirt, as Dom lands on his stomach and catches himself on the ground with his hands. MD growls in agony and pushes himself off of the table, his black shirt getting small tears in it from getting caught on the barbed wire. Dom rolls forward and gets to his feet right next to the cart full of weapons as MD eyes the cart as well, both men intent on using its contents to destroy the other. Dom and MD walk toward each other and have a staredown for a few seconds, finally broken by MD slapping Dom in the face. Dom responds by shoving MD, then advances toward him and punches MD in the head, then again in the stomach, making him stagger backward toward the table. Dom then puts MD's head under his arm and tries to pull MD toward him, but MD plants his feet, wraps his arms around Dom's waist, and lifts him up before suplexing him backwards, making Dom crash through the barbed wire-covered table backfirst.

"HOLY CRAP!"

"NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE! WHAT A COUNTER!"

"First fall goes to Metal Dragon!"

The "0" under "Metal" on the scoreboard changes to a "1" and a horn blares through the arena, barely audible over the noise of the crowd's noise, beginning a "G-H-Dub" chant after the horn stops as MD rolls off of Dom and Dom lies sprawled out in a mess of barbed wire and the remains of a table, his legs propped up on the ring apron. MD lies on his back for a few moments as the crowd's chant dies down and Dom rolls backwards off of the wreckage he was lying in, showing not much life as he just flops onto his stomach on top of the padding outside of the ring. MD sits up, then gets to one knee, then finally makes it to his feet and stumbles over to the shopping cart, reaching down into the bottom and pulling out a sheet of glass. MD slides the sheet of glass into the ring, then reaches under the apron and pulls out another table, lifts it up, and slides it into the ring before going back to the shopping cart to retrieve another sheet of glass from the bottom and sliding it under the bottom rope. MD slides into the ring, drags the table to the center of the ring, flips it over and sets it up, then grabs both sheets of glass and sets them up to lean in each corner on the side of the ring near the announce table. Dom pushes himself up and gets to his hands and knees, blood dripping from his hair, then gets to one knee as MD slides under the bottom rope out of the ring. MD grabs Dom by the hair to pull him up, but Dom punches MD in the stomach twice, only angering MD, who responds by grabbing Dom's head again and giving Dom a knee to the face before pulling him up with one hand in his hair and the other on his shoulder. MD walks Dom over to the ring, grabs his waist and neck, and throws him into the ring before sliding back in himself. MD grabs Dom's hair once more and pulls him up to his feet, but Dom punches MD in the face, then kicks him in the midsection. Dom tries for another punch, but MD blocks it, throws Dom's arm to the side, and throws his arm sideways in front of himself, slapping the palm of his hand on Dom's chest as the sound resounds through the arena, followed by a "Wooo!" from the crowd. MD grabs Dom's wrist and tries to whip him into a corner with a sheet of glass in it, but Dom plants his feet, reverses the whip, and sends MD toward the corner. MD runs at the corner, catching himself on the ropes, and jumps onto the second turnbuckle as Dom charges him, jumping over Dom. Dom jumps onto the second turnbuckle, then jumps at MD while shooting one leg out, hitting MD in the face and making him hit the mat, drops of blood from his forehead flying off of his face and splattering on the ring around him. Dom then waits in the corner, facing MD, waiting for him to get up. MD sits up and grabs the table next to him, using it to assist him in getting to his feet. MD stumbles forward in a daze, and Dom wastes no time in grabbing his head with both hands, jumping and pulling him forward that way, then putting his feet on MD's stomach and launching him in the air that way, right backfirst and upside-down into the corner through the sheet of glass.

"Monkey Flip right through the glass! Dominik Santiago may be a jerk, but that was impressive! Can he capitalize and even the score now, though?"

"At this rate they're gonna kill each other before they get the tables smashed!"

MD lies lifelessly in the corner, the glass tearing into his skin as Dom takes a moment to lie on the ground and recover.

TBC Dom

Score: MD 1, Dom 0

(OOC: Crap. It's right under 10K. I'm not typing any more.)

[Dominik Santiago]

Santiago begins holding his head as he sits on his knees. Dominik given the Crimson Mask from brutal shots from the earlier weapon assaults. The camera turns to Dom's back as he has multiple cuts on his ribs and back courtesy of the barbed wire table. Dom crawls over to the corner opposite of MD and begins pulling himself up.

Metal Dragon slowly squirms a bit until he feels the full effect of glass sticking through his skin as he begins screaming a howl unknown to man. Metal Dragon begins inching his way out of the corner until he is able to grab the bottom rope pulling himself out of the glass hell!

Devin:
Already but 10 minutes in this match and someone has been put through a table, scraped up with barbed wire, and his opponent has been laid on a glass bed! Brutal I tell you, brutal!

JP:
And this career shortener won't be over until someone is put through 3 tables!

Santiago begins spitting up blood in the corner. He cleans his mouth and wipes the blood gushing from his open scar in the middle of his forehead! Santiago sees Metal Dragon and notices him picking the glass of his shoulders and wastes no time heading towards him with anger and rage in his eyes. Metal Dragon sees Santiago and helplessly lifts his hands up holding back the screams as some scrapes of glass still pinch into his skin. Santiago grabs the head of his prey and raises his right hand charging it before sending his full fist into the head of Metal Dragon as he begins continuously hitting him with stiff right shots. After 5 or 6 hard rights Dom comes off his attack and MD body crashes into the mat as he begins holding his head.

Devin:
I can't imagine the pain Metal Dragon is in. Shot after shot from Santiago. This looks like a KO if you ask me!

JP:
And those weren't forearms either! Full clinched fists!

Santiago begins walking away from Metal Dragon and heads back into the corner walking not with a full balance before he drops and rolls out of the ring. Santiago heads to the cart full of painful weaponry and grabs a bag of tacks from shopping cart. Dom slides the tacks into the corner and looks under the ring. Santiago pulls a wooden table from under and holds it dear in his possession. Looking for a little payback Santiago tosses the table into the ring before entering. Metal Dragon un-noticeably crawls into the corner and begins taking deep breaths trying to regain his stamina. Santiago grabs the wooden table and sets it up. Dom looks at the GHW fans before giving an arrogant pose. Santiago grabs the bag of nails and unravels the knot before emptying them onto the table.

JP:
Santiago has some bad intentions here and I can assure you none of them are good fore Metal Dragon's health!

Devin:
After wearing a glass sweater I don't think Metal Dragon believes there is anything Dom can do to make him feel more pain!

Santiago stares at the set up table seemingly the future for Metal Dragon at the moment. Santiago makes sure the table is tight enough before turning around walking towards Metal Dragon's corner. By this time Metal Dragon his bitten his lip hard enough to keep in his tears or screams of the remaining glass and charges his foe as he turns around. Santiago turns around only to have Metal Dragon's shoulder blades ram right into his ribs. The impact causing Santiago to be lifted from his feet as as Metal Dragon brings his opponent down on his back landing on his knees!

JP:
DragonFire! DragonFire! I knew it was coming! Santiago should have paid more attention!

Devin:
High Speed, High Impact, Thats a DragonFire for ya! Santiago is gonna feel that for weeks!

Dominik rolls away from his adversary holding his ribs screaming in pain and Metal Dragon lays on the ground trying to keep back the exhaustion and regain his footing.

TBC by Metal Dragon

[Metal Dragon]

MD regains his footing and stumbles backward, then leans on the table to catch his breath as the dark stains of blood are becoming increasingly visible through his shirt. Seeing the nails on the table, MD smirks, the twisted ideas of how to inflict pain on Dom shuffling around in his head like raffle tickets, more being added every second. MD picks three nails up with one hand and puts them in between his fingers on the other hand, then makes a fist so the thumb holds them all in place, Dom gasping for air the whole time. MD walks over to Dom with the nails in between his fingers, bends over, and grabs Dom's hair, intent on pulling him up, but Dom grabs MD's head and punches him in the face, followed by kicking him in the chest and stomach with both feet, causing MD to stumble back away from Dom. MD drops the nails back on the table, walks to the ropes, and slides out of the ring, then reaches into the shopping cart and pulls out a kendo stick. Dom begins pulling himself up on the ropes as MD slides back into the ring with the kendo stick. Dom gets to his feet as MD stalks him, then once Dom turns around, MD swings the stick overhead, but Dom catches it before it connects with his head, kicks MD in the groin, and snatches the kendo stick from him, before raising it overhead and striking MD across the back of the head with it. Dom then puts his hands MD's neck and shoulder and turns him around to direct him toward the nail-covered table, then grabs MD by the head and arm and slams his face onto the nails. MD groans in pain as Dom says "You want more?" to him, then prepares to slam MD's face into it again, but MD ducks, throws his leg in front of Dom's while pushing his head forward, and sweeps Dom forward, making his face hit the nails and bounce off of the table as both men fall to the mat, bloodied and exhausted, the stipulation of the match seemingly forgotten in favor of whatever this brutality is supposed to accomplish.

Devin: "Nice Drop Toe Hold onto the nails!"

JP: "For God's sake, get some paramedics out here. Neither of these men will be able to walk out of here after this match regardless of who wins."

"Not yet. We've seen more brutal matches before, JP."

MD gets up slowly after gathering himself and grabs a handful of Dom's hair, also grabbing the waist of Dom's jeans, and pulls him to his feet, then lowers his shoulder and picks Dom up onto his shoulders in a standard fireman's carry, then begins climbing the turnbuckle, the table covered in nails below them, as the crowd stays silent, knowing what MD is planning on doing.

"No, he's not gonna-"

"He's gonna."

MD stands, his back to the table with the seemingly dead weight of Dom on his shoulders, and smiles, the sick smile sending chills through everyone at the very thought that he's enjoying himself. Suddenly, Dom comes to life and elbows MD in the head, followed by a knee on the other side, and slides down off of MD's back, then wraps his arms around MD's waist and pulls MD backward over him, both men flying off of the top rope, but MD crashing headfirst through the table, making nails fly everywhere as the crowd goes berserk.

"OH MY GOD!"

"The score has been evened! What a move by Dominik Santiago! German Suplex off the top rope right through the nails and the table!"

Dom's score on the scoreboard changes to "1" as the goal horn in the arena goes off, both men lying on their backs with their eyes wide open in the wreckage, in horrible pain but not yet possessing enough energy to yell or even move off of the pile of nails, as the crowd chants "Holy shit!"

"Nobody is sitting down in this arena! They've already gotten their money's worth and this show isn't even half over!"

"They can thank me for booking this match."

The chant dies down eventually as Dom gathers himself, sits up, and wipes the blood from his eyes, then turns around and gets to one knee, looking at the motionless MD before getting up, then immediately stumbling back onto the ropes, leaning on them for a moment as MD begins stirring on the ground before sitting up to get off of the nails. MD sits up, wiping the blood out of his eyes, and blankly stares at Dom, who is slumped on the ropes, before Dom staggers over to MD and bends over to grab MD's ankles and drag him toward the other table that was set up earlier, trying to get a quick two falls in a row. Dom grabs MD's arms and pulls him up, then turns him around, grabs his hair and beltline, and throws him onto the table. MD lies facedown on the table as Dom walks over to the corner and looks at the crowd for a moment, before slowly climbing to the first turnbuckle, then to the second, slowly, as MD reaches into his back pocket and pulls out some small packets, pours the salt they contain into his hands, then closes his fist and starts playing dead as Dom gets to the top turnbuckle, looks at the crowd in a cocky manner while nodding his head, turns around, and leaps off of the top turnbuckle down at MD, but MD throws the salt at Dom's face as he flies toward him, making Dom's lower body recoil forward in pain as his head stops and he holds his face in pain, the salt melting into every cut on his face. MD rolls off of the table, then out of the ring.

"A veteran move right there by Metal Dragon, throwing that salt into Dominik's face!"

Dom rolls out of the ring and grabs a bottle of water from a fan in the front row, pouring it on his face to ease the pain and burning. The blood is temporarily washed off, but begins running out of Dom's face again, giving him a fresh crimson mask.

"I can't imagine how much that must hurt, to already be bleeding like hell and then have salt thrown on all that. My face is starting to hurt just thinking about it."

MD walks over to the now-familiar shopping cart and stares at it for a moment before deciding to grab two light tubes. Dom slides back into the ring and looks for his crowbar, finding it and picking it up off of the mat in a corner. MD slides back into the ring and glances at a sheet of glass in the corner that was set up earlier but not used, then advances toward Dom with his light tubes as Dom hits the mat and rolls out of the ring, puts his crowbar through two of his belt loops, and reaches under the apron, pulling another table out. Dom sets up the table outside of the ring as MD stands still in the center of the ring, waiting in the ring for Dom like a spider waits for a clueless fly to buzz into its web. Dom pulls the crowbar out from his belt loops and holds it tightly, sliding into the ring and getting to his feet. MD advances toward Dom and swings a light tube sideways at him, but Dom ducks and moves toward MD, then jumps and reaches back, wrapping one arm around MD's head and holding it in place with the other, and MD drops a light tube on the ground in front of himself unknown to Dom, as Dom lands backfirst on the ground, snapping MD's neck under his arm but landing his back on a light tube, which breaks under him. Dom scowls in pain, not knowing that the tube was lying there. MD's head bounces off of Dom's shoulder as he feebly flops onto the mat, letting go off his light tube, as Dom tries to block the pain out of his mind.

"SKO! I've been wanting to see that move!"

"But MD knew it was coming and put that light tube under him, and he ended up landing his back on it. Dominik needs to ignore that pain, quit delaying, and send Dragon through that table on the outside like he was planning to do."

Dom rolls over to his stomach and gets up as glass digs into his back, aggravating what was already hurting from being slammed onto barbed wire earlier. Dom pulls MD up by his head and waist and grabs his arm to try to Irish Whip him, but MD kicks Dom in the gut, tucks Dom's head under his arm, and reaches back with his foot to kick the light tube on the mat forward and then falls backward, driving Dom's head into the light tube, which shatters on impact.

"DDT on the light tube!"

"Think Santiago has seen enough of those things tonight?"

Dom lies face down on the mat and looks up for a second, trying to get up, as a stain of blood is visible on the mat under his face, and MD staggers into the corner and sits down in it to catch his breath, his adrenaline drained.

TBC by Dom

Score: MD 1, Dom 1

[Metal Dragon]

(OOC: It's been 72 hours, so I'm gonna type a few spots that I wanted to throw in and try to get 10K characters. It's mostly for a storyline. )

Dom's head lands back down on the mat as MD slumps lower into the corner, both men's attitudes towards this match changed from a state of wanting to prove their true worth to one of just wanting to finish the damn thing and go home.

JP: "You know, I've seen more violent matches wrestled over a belt, but what are these two men taking it this far for?"

Devin: "Metal Dragon is fighting to get his big chance that he's wanted since he joined the wrestling business, and Dominik is now fighting this hard so Metal doesn't kill him while trying to do that."

MD rolls onto his stomach and slides out of the ring, then crouches down and lifts up the apron, reaching in again to pull out another table, picking it up, and sliding it into the ring. MD then reaches under the apron once more and pulls out a ladder as the crowd cheers before sliding it into the ring beside the table. MD climbs onto the apron and steps in between the top and middle rope, then sets up the table near the ropes as Dom pushes himself to all fours and gets to his feet, stumbling forward to approach MD. Dom picks up the ladder in between himself and MD, then raises it over his shoulder as MD turns around and rams it into his face. MD falls backward onto the table, then pushes off of it and grabs the end of the ladder before tilting that end upward and sliding feet-first toward Dom, kicking his leg up which hits Dom in the groin. Dom releases his grip on the ladder to move his hands toward the afflicted area in a reflex and doubles over as MD scoots back and gets up before grabbing Dom's head and shoulder and walking him over to the table, then slamming his head onto it once. MD then grabs Dom's waist and slides him onto the table, then climbs onto it, pulls Dom up to his feet by the hair, and kicks Dom in the stomach before tucking Dom's head under his arm. Dom counters MD's intentions, however, by grabbing MD's calves and taking him down onto his back while sliding his head out, then drops his knee on MD's groin as payback for earlier. Dom then drops MD's legs from his grasp and leaps from the table top onto the second rope, then bounces onto the top rope and off of it while flipping over, landing belly-first onto MD as the table breaks under them.

"Asai Moonsault through the table! And the cocky underdog has taken the lead!"

"Dominik Santiago is one table away from scoring a major upset!"

The "1" under Dom's name turns to a "2" as the familiar horn blares throughout the arena. Dom, once again showing new life, rolls off of MD and slides out of the ring, then reaches under the apron and pulls out a table, then slides it under the bottom rope and does the same with himself. Dom, trying to get the next table ready as soon as possible to prevent MD from getting time to recover. Dom walks over to MD and bends over to pick him up, but MD pokes Dom in both eyes and rolls away from him slowly as Dom staggers backward, then continues stalking MD with one eye open. Dom grabs MD by the hair and throat, annoyed by that last trick, and grabs MD's arm to whip him toward the new table, standing right above the wreckage of the last one, but MD plants his feet and changes his angle to reverse the whip and send Dom toward the ropes, as MD positions himself in front of the table and puts his hand under the arm of the returning Dom, then pushes his hip into Dom's waist, a perfect hip toss, as Dom is lifted in the air and lands backfirst on the table. MD then climbs up onto the table and pulls Dom up to his feet by the arm and neck. Facing Dom, MD kicks Dom in the gut, then reaches down between Dom's legs and scoops him up, puts one hand on Dom's neck, and moves the hand between Dom's legs over to his neck as well, allowing Dom's legs to fall onto the table as he stands leaning backwards with MD holding his head. MD puts one arm under Dom's neck and the other behind his head.

"It's his new finisher; he calls it Death Metal!"

MD mouths "2 to 2" to the crowd before falling to his stomach, dropping Dom through the table backfirst, as MD releases the sleeper hold quickly before hitting the mat, making Dom's head bounce out of MD's grasp and land on the mat as well, lifeless along with the rest of his body after the first exhibition of that new move.

JP: "Game point!"

"Death Metal! Right through the table!"

The "1" under MD's name changes to a "2" as the horn sounds once more. MD gets to his knees and sits there for a second, then does a quick throat slash motion and rolls out of the ring. MD grabs Dom's arm and drags him out of the ring with him, dumping him on the ground before going toward the shopping cart, only two light tubes left in it along with a couple sheets of glass in the bottom, its purpose well served. MD looks in the cart full of weapons and at the ring apron, trying to decide whether to inflict more pain on Dom just because he can or if he should grab one last table and finish the match. Just then, a man in a red robe climbs over the barricade and walks toward MD, holding a thumbtack chair in his hands.

"What the hell? It's that guy that's been following Matthew Oliveira around! He already appeared earlier tonight in the opening match; what in the world is he up to?"

"What is going on here?"

(OOC: 1. This is the start of a storyline, so yes, I have permission.)
2. I know someone will say this, so yes, I know he has a name now, but it isn't revealed until two matches later.)

The strange man and MD have a staredown, the shopping cart stands between them, who grabs the last two light tubes from the cart and grips them tightly, but the man pushes the cart to the side casually and places the thumbtack chair on the ground, then opens his hand and gestures towards it. MD smirks and says "Thanks." as the robed man climbs back over the barricade and moves back through the crowd which turns its attention back to the ring area, where MD is holding the two light tubes and kicking the tack chair along the ground toward Dom, who is sitting slumped against the side of the ring, only a slight improvement from his previous condition. MD drops the light tubes on the ground and stomps on Dom's face and chest a few times, then grabs his ankles and drags him over to the barricade, propping his legs up there and allowing his upper body to lie on the ground, Dom offering no resistance at all due to the pain and exhaustion suffered from this match. MD picks up the light tubes and lifts one up before smashing it across Dom's chest.

"This is just ridiculous! Just slam him through a table and be done with the thing!"

MD puts the other light tube in his left hand, his strong hand, before, smashing it as well on Dom's chest. MD then grabs Dom's ankles and pulls him backwards off of the barricade, causing him to flip over onto his stomach. MD then picks up the tack chair as a section of the crowd behind MD suddenly begins parting, commotion going on in the midst of it.

"What's going on over there?"

"Let's see..."

The crowd parts to reveal none other than Matthew Oliveira and Desperado making their way to the front row and having a seat. MD is distracted by them for a moment, then turns his eyes back to Dom, lifts the tack chair above his head, and connects it with Dom's back as the majority of the crowd cringes, but Matt and Desperado simply sit and whisper to each other, not in any apparent desire to dirty their hands before their match. MD tosses the tack chair between the bottom and middle rope into the ring, then pulls Dom up by his neck and waistband before tossing him into the ring. MD grabs one last table and slips it under the bottom rope, then slides into the ring. MD walks over to the ladder and sets it up, then flips the table over, pops the legs up, and stands it up, while looking at the ladder, thinking of all the things he can choose to do with the two, but with only one to choose. MD picks up the tack chair and puts it on top of the table, then pulls Dom up by the hair and waistband, then puts an arm between Dom's legs and lifts Dom up on his shoulders in a fireman's carry, the slightly heavier man with a small bit of energy left but mostly acting as dead weight.

"Devin: It's pretty much over now for Santiago."

"Don't count your chickens before they hatch, Devin. Dominik did reverse a Samoan Drop earlier in the match and put Dragon through a table, so he still might have one drop of life left in him that he's saving."

MD begins ascending the ladder slowly, trying to use every ounce of strength to get up that ladder and drop Dom through the table. Nearing the top, MD wishes he had just taken the less exciting but less strenuous route and just slammed him through it down below.

"The end is near!"

Right as Devin says those words, Dom once again slides down MD's back and puts his arm around MD's head, then wraps his leg around MD's and pulls backwards, making both men fall off the ladder parallel in direction to the rungs of the ladder, both landing back and head first on the mat at the base of the ladder.

"SIDE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP OFF THE LADDER!"

"You're a freaking psychic, Pate!"

The crowd loudly chants "G-H-Dub!" as Matt and Desperado continue watching carefully with blank facial expressions and medical personnel begin appearing at the top of the entrance ramp.

TBC

(OOC: Bah. It's still too short.

Score: 2-2)

[Dominik Santiago]

Santiago and MD lay on the mat seemingly completely decapitated with blood rapids sliding down their faces. Tacks, nails, barbed wire and light tubes leading to the utmost infliction of severe pain. The two superstars try to move as Matt and Desperado still look on and the medical team moves ever so closer ever so slowly seemingly at the word of the two brutes. Dom barely and feebly lifts his head up with Metal Dragon somewhat unconscious, arms and legs extended as if spread out. Both superstars barely breathing wearing crimson masks with holes and tears in their bodies. Santiago turns on his stomach and tries to lifts himself up as if he were doing a push up. Unable to do so Dom begins crawling towards a near by rope. Finding it hard to get loose due to severe fatigue and incredible pain Santiago finally is able to roll out of the ring but only to fall to his knees.

Devin:
I have never seen such a war like this one! Those medics need to get down here now!

JP:
I don't like Dom personally but I have to give him his credit for not walking out. I also give thanks to that psycho Metal Dragon! What a match!

Santiago slowly gets up using the side of the ring as leverage and drops back to look under the ring. Suddenly Santiago grabs a table from out and slides it into the ring. Metal Dragon barely showing signs of life slowly begins to roll on his stomach blood falling out of his hair down his chin and off his face into the mat now covered in a sea of blood. Santiago with a white face completely covered in red slides slowly into the ring. Santiago stands up and looks upon his fallen foe, then the wooden table and the standing ladder. Santiago grabs the table and only after screaming in agony due to bending down the wrong way begins to set up the table.

JP:
Dom setting up another table! Will we see the conclusion to this battle or will it be stopped!

Devin:
Someone will be put through a table!

Dom bends over and rests on the table and tries to reattain his stamina taking deep breaths like an asthmatic. Metal Dragon begins to come around spitting out blood sitting on his knees with his eyes closed. If he were crying you couldn't tell for the blood had covered his circular face. Santiago glares at the slowly approaching medics with Desperado and the Hardcore Genius Matt not far behind.

Dom gets off of the table and grabs its legs making sure the structure was complete and strong. He then slowly moves like a zombie sliding his foot moving himself towards the ladder as he begins extending as far as he can to get the highest degree for climbing. Santiago then moves over to Metal Dragon and grabs his bloody skull and begins dragging him towards his demise. As Santiago tries to lift MD onto the table he catches a forearm to the groin as MD executes the low blow taking the life, if any was left, out of Santiago. Santiago leans in and catches a stiff combination sending him staggering falling onto of the table. Metal Dragon makes it to his feet as he now looks on to the ramp and stage with the medics near the ring with Matt and his partner within the crowd beginning to surround the ring.

Metal Dragon wastes no more time in exchanging ugly looks with the two tag champs and turns his attention to Santiago laid out on top of the table and then to the perfectly set ladder.

Devin:
This one is about over Jimmy. That legal low blow sent a definitely un caring shock through Dom's system seemingly putting him in a terrible situation.

JP:
This one will indeed be over! Santiago laid out on a table, Matt, Desperado, and the medics surrounding the ring like lumber jacks and the psycho Metal Dragon looking on at the ladder.

Metal Dragon lifts his head up as if he were about to pass up and then brings it back down to earth after taking his biggest breath of the night. He regains his composure then his stamina and then bites his lip to hold back the pain and puts a foot on the ladder as the fans chant: "Put Him Through The Table!"

Metal Dragon not quite at the top slows down before looking back at the canvas with the wooden table on this time Santiago begins getting up. Dom slowly walks over to Metal Dragon and gives him a shot to the back, then to the ribs slowing his pace causing him to bury his face into the ladder. Dom strolls over to the other side of the ladder and begins climbing. After a few seconds of snail climbing both men have now made it to the top with the unforgiving wooden table below. Both men begin giving heavy shots to each other exchanging blows to the face with Desperado and Matt looking like they might intervene.

Devin:
A fist fight nearly 10 Feet in the air. The loser of this bout will fall to his demise because the table, the mat or the floor is waiting for them.

JP:
We have seem them fall off before and now you can only imagine the determination not to fall off again. The blood is flowing, agony is rising! The more they wrestle the more the injury.

One man is going through the table! 2-2 is the score and before we leave one man is gonna get another dose of splinters!

TBC

[Metal Dragon]

Dom lands one big right hand as MD almost falls off the ladder, swinging his arms to try to keep his balance, but stays on. Dom throws another punch, but MD blocks it and punches Dom in the face, then grabs Dom's head before he can fall backwards and jumps down, driving Dom's chin into the top of the ladder as MD lands on a smaller rung of the ladder. Dom falls off of the ladder as MD jumps down, falling off and hitting the mat beside the table as the ladder comes down with Dom and lands on the table. MD reaches over to the tack chair on top of the table and grabs it before walking over to Dom, grabbing his right leg, and stepping over him to roll him over onto his stomach. MD then puts the tack chair under Dom's leg with the tacks sticking up, puts his knee on Dom's hamstring, and drops to that knee, driving Dom's thigh into the tacks on the chair as Dom lets out a scream of pain. MD continues to press Dom's thigh onto the tacks as Dom uses the other leg to frantically try to kick MD off of him. MD lets go of Dom's leg and gets up before picking up the tack chair once more as Dom rolls out of the ring only to fall to the ground holding his leg. Medics rush to Dom, but MD steps between the top and middle ropes with the tack chair still in hand and yells "Fuck off!" at them and they back away, not wanting to become collateral damage of the match. MD stomps on Dom's hurt leg once, then on his back a few times until Dom lies face down on the ground. MD then steps on Dom's hands, puts the tack chair on Dom's back, and bends down to grab Dom's arms, pulling them back and putting one foot on the tack chair, applying pressure to Dom's shoulders while digging the tacks into Dom's back as Dom lets out a loud yell in agony.

JP: "Tacks right into the back of Dominik! This is just sick!"

Devin: "I had no idea this match would turn out like this."

All the crowd sits stunned, some not even able to look, but Matt begins nodding his head in approval and whispers something to Desperado, who stops cringing to listen.

"And that sick bastard Matthew Oliveira is loving every bit of this."

MD lets go of Dom's arms, looks over to Matt, then looks back down at Dom and drops to his knees on the chair, driving them one last time into Dom's back as he lets out an even louder scream. MD rolls off of Dom and sits on the ground for one moment, smiling sadistically to the disgust of the crowd, which begins booing him.

"I can't watch this. This is just disgusting."

MD gets up, picks the tack chair up off of Dom's back, and sets it on the ground before pulling Dom up by the head and waistband, only for Dom to immediately kick back with his boot connecting with MD's groin in a move of desperation. MD gasps and falls to the ground at the bottom of the entrance ramp as Dom hobbles over to the tack chair and picks it up. Dom walks over to MD and stomps on his chest, then puts the tack chair on MD's forehead, holds it in place with both hands, and kicks it into MD's head. MD rolls over, holding his head, then tries to push himself up, but Dom raises the tack chair above his head and strikes MD on the back with it, making MD land on the ground again. Dom grabs MD's hair and pulls him up, then sets the tack chair on the ground, kicks MD in the gut, and puts MD's head between his legs, but MD headbutts Dom in the groin and slides his head out, then pulls Dom back toward him and puts one arm straight in front of Dom and grabs Dom's near arm with his other arm, then sweeps Dom's near leg with his leg, causing Dom to slam down backfirst onto the tack chair, then flop off of it.

"Dear God! STO onto the thumbtack chair! Can Dominik Santiago take any more punishment?"

"Both of these men have taken more than they can."

MD rolls away from Dom to catch his breath, fresh blood running down his face from the tacks, and sits up. MD takes his tattered and blood-drenched shirt off, as it is sticking to his flesh, and throws it toward the ring. MD turns toward the barricade and pulls himself up on it as the audience members in the front row back away from him instead of the usual reaction of wanting to touch him because they don't want to get blood on themselves. MD walks over to the ring apron and pulls another table out from under it, then carries it over to the entrance ramp and sets it up next to Dom, who grabs the tack chair that lies next to himself as he remains huddled up against the barricade, and holds it with both hands in front of himself. MD walks over to Dom, but Dom swings the tack chair at MD's legs, hitting him in the calf. MD jumps back and limps for a second, then runs and slides feet-first at Dom, kicking him with both feet in the face. MD rolls backwards and gets to one knee, then gets up as Dom begins to try to get up.

"Baseball slide by Metal Dragon! Santiago needs some offense quick or he won't have a chance!"

"Both of these men are so worn down that 'quick' anything is a bit much to ask."

TBC Dom

[Dominik Santiago]

Metal Dragon rises after the pinpoint baseball slide which sent Dom crashing on the floor. MD takes a minute to recuperate before exiting the ring looking to follow up. Dom holds his bloody face before trying to crawl away from his adversary. After a small pursuit Metal Dragon captures Santiago and begins giving him hard shots in the spine and head which slows his victim down. They draw back to the barricade keeping the rowdy fans safe and exiled and continue the fight. Dom barely able to put his hands up catches a nasty European Uppercut and then some.

JP:
Not looking good for Santiago! Metal Dragon has got all the adrenaline and all the momentum and he is opening up a huge can of whoop ass!

Devin:
All shots being targeted at his open wounds! The kid can't even parry. I hate to say it but this match needs to stop or someone's career will be over.

JP:
Definitely. Metal Dragon is out for revenge and he has a nasty demon inside of him fueling this rage.

As Devin starts to say his last segment Metal Dragon pulls Dom and tries to Irish Whip him into the barricade but Dom finds a way to counter it slipping under still holding his arms and the pulls him back and sends him launching face first into the ring post.

Devin:
Good Gracious! Face first into the steel post! That's gonna leave him with a migraine for sure!

JP:
And the after effects can be hazardous! But none the less Santiago has bought himself some much needed time.

Matt looks at Desperado and he does not have so much of the same grin before when Dom was getting his ass handed to him. Santiago begins pulling himself back together and begins to crouch building stamina and waiting for Metal Dragon to get up. Metal Dragon begins to use the ring rail apron as leverage and begins rising to his feet. As he turns around Santiago rushes at him and tries to leap into the air grabbing Metal Dragon's neck trying to yank it forward and flatten him with an SKO on the outside but MD evasively counters it into a school boy pin. As soon as Dom shoulders are pinned to the ground MD rises up and gets a hold of Santiago's legs as he gets to a vertical basis. He pulls him up to get more leverage and falls backward catapulting Dom over the crowd barrier.

JP:
Right over the crowd barrier! What a counter with that catapult/toss. Lets see that one again.

MD lays on his back and the fallen, decapitated Santiago begins being surrounded by security who tries to hold back the screaming fans as the replay shows the catapult from 3 different angles.

Devin:
Just when it looked like Santiago was in control Metal Dragon takes back the initiative.

Metal Dragon slowly pushes himself off the floor and exhaustedly mossies along over the crowd barrier. He grabs Santiago causing the security to back away and begins lifting him up. He sits him on the barrier so that his head extends on the other section and the rest of his body in the barrier's side with the fans. MD then exits the barrier with his opponent in lala land. Metal Dragon then grabs Dom's head and then begins to pull him out until his feet are the only thing keeping him on the security wall. MD locks the head under his armpit and the fans rise to their feet chanting G-H-FKN-W as he raises his free fist before falling backwards planting Santiago's head into the ground with a vile DDT. The chanting dies down as some fans hold their mouths in shock and disbelief an other still with smiles. Metal Dragon holds his back as he begins to get up and Dom lays motionless.

JP:
OMG! DDT, DDT ON THE OUTSIDE! This one is over!

Devin:
I have to agree. Dom will have a serious concussion after this one! What a DDT! Metal Dragon has put Dom in check and he has no place to go! Check Mate is in store and that means one more table.

Matt grins and he whispers again to Desperado as they stare at Metal Dragon. Dragon with cold dark eyes stares at his feebly moving prey who begins to hold his neck. Metal Dragon begins walking towards the mat and starts to bring out a table. After getting the table out he pushes it to the side and looks at his rival once more and goes and gets the steel chair with tacks. Weapon in hand and his foe broken in peices MD is looking to put him out of his misery.

Metal Dragon tosses the chair into the ring and re-grabs the table before putting it back in as well. He turns his attention to Santiago and begins pulling his battered body up and then tosses him into the ring. Metal Dragon slides back into the ring and then shares looks with the tag team champs. Dom barely able to move goes back to holding his bloody head and Metal Dragon begins setting the table in the corner.

TBC

[Metal Dragon]

MD props the table up in the corner, now having a variety of ways to end the match at his disposal with a table set up in the center of the ring, in the corner, and on the entrance ramp. Dom sits up, staring into space for a moment before wiping the blood from his eyes and getting up. MD turns around and approaches Dom only to get punched in the midsection, but he responds with a left to Dom's jaw. Dom stumbles back as MD takes a step and throws his hand horizontally, slapping his palm onto Dom's chest, then kicking Dom in the gut and putting Dom's head under his arm, but Dom counters an attempt at another DDT by punching MD in the ribs rapidly, forcing MD back. Dom then gets his head out of MD's grasp and grabs MD's arm, then turns his body so that he's facing the table in the ring and whips MD to the far ropes. MD bounces off of the far ropes as Dom ducks, but MD quickly throws a hard knee into Dom's face, making him fall to the ground as the crowd is hushed by the sound of the impact.

JP: "Huge knee to the face! I guess Dom was trying a Back Body Drop through the table or something."

Devin: "Damn! That was louder than a lot of the chairshots these two have laid on each other!"

MD pulls Dom up by the head and neck, then leads him over to the corner in that manner, the table not too far from it. MD pushes Dom backfirst into the corner, then squats down, grabs both of his legs, and lifts him up to set him on the top turnbuckle. MD climbs the turnbuckle and meets Dom at the top, then grabs Dom's head and tries to tuck it under his arm, but Dom fights out of it once more with a punch to the ribcage, then quickly stands up and turns around, wraps his arm around MD's head, and falls out of the ring taking MD with him as MD's windpipe lands on Dom's shoulder, his legs awkwardly getting caught in the ropes during the descent as the crowd cheers loudly.

"SKO out of the ring! What a counter and what resilience by Dominik!"

"Nobody saw that coming! I thought for sure that Dragon was gonna Superplex Dom through that table and end it!"

Dom rolls onto the bottom of the entrance ramp and lies down as MD's lower body slides out of the ropes and he rolls onto his back, seemingly unconcious, as the crowd chants "This is awesome!"

"Damn right it's awesome! What a match!"

As the two men lie down, trying to recover, the man in the red robe once again climbs over the barricade, but this time he slides into the ring and pulls a bottle of lighter fluid out of his robe, opens it, and begins squirting it all over the table standing in the ring. The mysterious robed man then tosses the lighter fluid out of the ring and pulls out a box of matches, strikes one of the box, and throws it on the table as the crowd cheers. The man then rushes out of the ring under the bottom rope and climbs over the barricade back into the audience near the announce table as Dom begins to pull himself up on the barricade next to him as the audience members slap his hand and pat him on the back.

"That guy just set the table on fire!"

"Might as well go out with a bang! Hey, what the-"

The camera cuts to the announce table to show Matt Oliveira seated there, putting on a headset, Desperado and the robed man now nowhere to be seen.

Matt: "Don't panic, I'm just observing."

"Matthew Oliveira just joined us at the announce table, ladies and gentlemen. Matt, what's your motive for showing up at this match?"

"You'll see, trust me."

Dom gets to his feet and staggers over to MD, and grabs MD's legs before beginning to drag him up the ramp next to the table.

"But what about that weird robed guy that's been following you around? He already interfered with our opening match tonight?"

"Can't you two just handle some suspense for a week and let me watch the fucking match?"

Dom grabs MD's neck and sits him up, then wraps his arms around MD's waist and pulls him up like that before planting his feet and trying to deliver a German Suplex, but MD stomps on Dom's foot, pulls one of Dom's hands off of himself, then grabs Dom's other wrist and forearm while turning around, then pushes in on Dom's elbow, walking him over to the table. MD climbs onto the table, still holding Dom's wrist, uses the pressure on the arm to turn Dom away from MD, then jumps off of the table, traps Dom's head under his arm on the way down, and lands on his rear end while planting Dom's face into the steel ramp.

"Bulldog off of the table! The few times that Metal Dragon goes to the air, he makes sure it hurts!"

"Very good, very good."

MD sees the tack chair lying on the ramp, so he walks over to it and picks it up off of the ground, then walks back over to Dom, who lies face down on the ramp, absolutely motionless. MD drops the tack chair tack side first on Dom's back, then stomps on it once, making Dom flinch in pain and let out a groan. MD picks the tack chair up off of Dom's back and walks around the ring, stopping to pick up his tattered black t-shirt up off of the ground, looking at the flaming table as he passes by, and reaches into the recently neglected shopping cart to pull out a full bottle of lighter fluid.

"He brought his own!"

"This is unnecessary."

MD wraps the shirt around the chair, then pours the lighter fluid onto the shirt as the crowd splits between cheering and stone silence, knowing what is coming next. MD slides into the ring and holds the chair over the flaming table, making the shirt catch fire as the crowd cheers. Dom slowly gets up on the ramp as MD holds the two legs of the chair and steps between the top and middle rope, then out of the ring. Dom turns around and sees MD with the flaming tack chair in his hands and staggers backward a couple steps as MD approaches him, stalking him with a vile grin on his face. MD gets within striking range of Dom and swings the chair overhead, but Dom ducks and moves to the side, then when MD readies the chair to strike once again, jumps and kicks the flaming chair into MD's face. MD recoils backwards, his face burned, and out of instinct throws the chair at Dom, hitting him in the face as well. Both men fall to the ground, groaning in agony, as the flaming tack chair lands on the ground between the two men.

"Metal Dragon's plan backfired! Now he's burned as well!"

"He still did what he planned to do with it, despite a minor setback."

"Only in your world is a burned face considered a minor setback."

TBC Dom