Matthew (c) vs Dominik Santiago

[Dominik Santiago]

A few minutes after the ring is cleared from the carnage of the T.V. title match the lights dim until the arena is pitch black. The tron shuts on and a voice begins to speak.

"A month ago two brave warriors waged went to hell and back in a destructive 3 Tables Match. The victor Metal Dragon defeated his rival Dominik Santiago leaving him with bruises, broken bones and mental suffering."

"Their differences did not end there as Dom wanted to settle the score. Mud slinging and even harsh words led to a grim staredown. Dom offered Dragon a First Blood match but he got his World Warz opponent who was non other than the King of Death Match Champion Matthew Oliveira."

The tron begins showing highlights of both men's careers before the anonymous voice begins to speak once more.

"Tonight they will battle in a Tapei Deathmatch for all the marbles. It will start with two men but my god their will be blood and carnage and one superstar standing in the middle of the ring with his arms high and the KoTM Title around his waist.

After a few seconds the tron shuts off and Lizzie enters the ring with a GHW microphone in hand ready to introduce the combatants. After she gazes at the crowd she begins speaking.

Lizzie: The following match is a Tapei Deathmatch for the King of Deathmatch Championship! Introducing first the challenger from Hollywood California weiging in tonight at 243 pounds... Dominik Santiago

Suddenly Everybody Down- Nonpoint blasts on the P.A. system and the gold pyrotechnics begin to erupt in a rainbow formation on the ramp. Gold smoke forms at the curtains and small gold fireworks fall out of the sky. Dominik emerges from the behind the smoke and curtains and slowly strolls to the ring. The crowd mixing with boos and ovations no whats about to go down. Santiago walks up the steel steps and looks around the arena before finally entering. Santiago with grim look stands and awaits his opponent.

TBC

[Matt Oliveira]

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Ray: "Well Darrell, I've just put this into focus and I think...Dominik might be at a disadvantage."
Darrell: "Might? MIGHT? Ray, Santiago had no intentions of even facing Matt! No title shot, no Vortigern, no Taipei Deathmatch! He just wanted Metal Dragon one-on-one, and, as you can tell, Dragon had other plans."
"That's not my point. My point is Santiago had no say in this whatsoever. Stone Orchard posesses the tag titles and both Genesis titles, and you have to be crazy that Stall and Bozz wouldn't let them have their way. Vortigern could probably talk a fish out of a bowl to take a walk with him."
"How long have you been thinking that one up?"
"Meh...ten minutes."
"Bravo."

With that the riffs of one Dimebag Darrell and the pacing beat of kicker drums begin to play, the eruption of song signalling the entrance of Dominik's rival for the evening. Heads continue to turn back to the entrance area as the backlights dim slightly for a very minimal contrast to the ring and spot lights, and the vocals of "Matter of Time" - HELLYEAH begin and Lizzie introduces the next man. By the time she begins, Reverend Vortigern is already on his way out; clad in a suit of purple-red and a black cane hanging gesturely from his hand.

Lizzie Morna: "And the opponent... being accompanied to the ring by Reverend Vortigern... standing at six-foot two, weighing in at two-hundred and fifty five pounds... member of Stone Orchard and the reigning King of the Deathmatch Champion... "The Hardcore Genius"...Matthew Oliveira!"

SLAM!

The drums kick in and the track continues, the KotDM title holder shouldering through the curtain and onto the stage. His shoulders are hung low as in both hands are two buckets. His KotDM belt lay around his waist, serving as the prize for the evening. Oliveira is adorned in his black ensemble from past Decimation of black denim shorts, black knee and elbow pads, mid-shin combat boots and his Stone Orchard shirt revealing the various tattoos on his arms:



His hands are wrapped in white hockey tape to twice the thickness they originally are, and the tape extends to his elbow pads rather than cutting off halfway up his forearm. He stands at the edge of the stage, unable to pose, and continues down the ramp with the Reverend leading the way.

"Can’t touch this, we rule it with a clenched fist-
On, top fuel with a death grip-
Judged, by a weak little man with a pen in his hand and just doesn’t f*cking get it-
Own, couldn’t stop us if you wanted to-
School, breaking knuckles with a ruler-
Done, no more, emergence, to dominate you..."

"RUN! HIDE! Your time is coming...
HUNT! FIND! Walking a fine line...
RUN! HIDE! My time is coming...
HUNT! FIND! It's just a matter of time!"

Oliveira and Vortigern make it to the ring, the homme-dans-la-rouge walking up the steps and sitting on the second rope to create a gap. Matt himself places both buckets on the apron and knees his way up, grabbing both their handles again and swinging into the squared circle.

"Talk your shit, and get some balls to back it-
Plauge, HELLYEAH coming with a vengeance-
Victim, by a weak little man with a gun and his h..."

The song fades out as Oliveira stands still, buckets being placed in the middle of the ring. A camera reveals one bucket filled with a thick syrup-like liquid, and the other of shimmering shards of beer bottle and window pane. Vortigern walks across the ring, adjacent to Dominik and steps to get a microphone. Once he obtains one as requested, he steps lightly to the center of the ring next to the buckets.

Vortigern: "Hello all, and welcome to this very unholy affair we call World Warz II. In this little tisk of combat, you'll see one of the greatest men in wrestling and global history prepare to thwart this deviant little sinner named...erm...Dominik? *mutters*..right?...*Cough* Alas, I wasn't exactly one gifted with an immortal memory, just an impeccable sense to choose my ministy. Now, tonight wouldn't be World Warz 2 without a little gander over halfway across the world, wouldn't it? This is none other than a Taipei Deathmatch, vagabonds and miscrients. Of course from the streets of Taipei, and an late-80s to early 90s action film with Jean-Claude Van Damme called Bloodsport for you who have no better time than to fail at a life-to-life impression of Roger Ebert. This match can only end by a pinfall or a submission, but that's of course not what makes this a Taipei Deathmatch. What I have with me is hundreds of pieces of broken glass, you know: beer bottles, wine bottles, windows, mirrors, even a few stained-glass pieces from the 'church'. In this other bucket is some carpenter's-grade wood glue. By the way, you kids at home...it's DELICIOUS! So, if you have either seen Bloodsport, or a Taipei Deathmatch before, you know what happens. If not, allow Matthew here to show you..."

Matt removes his title and hands it to the referee, cracking his knuckes before kneeling before the glue bucket. He slowly lowers each hand into it, glazing the knuckles, backhands, and forearm in a small coat of glue -where the tape is wrapped. He then raises them up and knees over to the glass bucket. Once again, he lowers his hands and presses the glue into the shards and brushes them over the apoxy. With a quick shake, he raises them up and returns to his feet as the glass now coats the majority of his taped fists.

"Lo and behold, my people, the miracle of the Taipei deathmatch is at hand! Amen and amen!"

Oliveira smirks and poses in the crucifix in eerie homage, Vortigern turning to Santiago who stares intently at Matt's hands and to the crowd.

"So, Dominik, I do suggest you do the same before we are underway with this..."

The reverend steps through the ropes and creaks to the floor, continuing.

"Otherwise, you're going to have your hands full and your face bloodied before you know it...if not, then I hand this over to the official and may God and Matthew have mercy on your soul."

Vortigern finishes, Matt torquing his neck and waiting for the bell to ring or for Dominik to do the same as he did. His expression is the Oliveira status quo, emotionless and blank, yet with the sense of urge and anxt that the off-kilter champion posesses.

TBCB Dominik

[Dominik Santiago]

Sergei looks at the glass shards and then turns his attention to his opponent Matthew. Oliveira stands looking at Santiago anxiously with Vortigen looking on. Santiago completely disrespects Matt and Vortigen by flipping them both off causing Vortigen to get angry. Oliveira shakes his head in disbelief and then smiles. The ref calls for the bell and the match gets underway.

Darrell Jones: I think Dominik may have made a grave mistake not partaking in this post match ceremonial event! His life is now in the hand of the Hardcore Genius.

JP: Well the bell has rung and there is no escape from Oliveira! May God be with Dom!

Darrell Jones: Not even God could help his poor soul now!

Matt begins strolling around the ring not even having a care of what type of match he is in.

JP:Deathmatches are Matt's element and he intends to inflict lots of pain on the cocky Dominik.

The two competitors circle around each other. Santiago seems a little distracted as he is a bit uncomfortable in the Deathmatch atmosphere. The two opponents move to the center of the ring with their circling before locking up. Santiago gets the edge with his speed and locks around Matthew's waist squeezing him. Matt is able to escape from the technique and they begin circling once more.

Matt looks at Dom and raises his hands and Santiago does the same. What looks to be a battle or test of strength is ruined after Matt takes a cheap shot poking Santiago in the eye with his thumb.

JP: Guess it wasn't gonna be too long before we saw that.

Darrell Jones: He's doing what he has to do to win the match!

Matt gets on the attack as he begins clubbing Dom in the back with forearms and elbows. The clubbing pushes Santiago into the ropes where Matt begins whaling on him with vicious chops. Matt then grabs Dom and Irish Whips him but Dom reverses the maneuver and Irish Whips Matt instead. Santiago bends his head down and Matthew takes advantage by lifting him up with a knee to the head following with a powerful clothesline nearly taking off Santiago's head. Oliveira kneels on his knees and grows a smirk of displeasure as he seems bored. Oliveira looking to end the match quickly turns him over and pins him. The ref slides in and begins the count with a happy Vortigen at ring slide jumping for joy.

The ref smacks the mat signaling the first of 3 seconds.

The ref rises his hand and brings it down once again.

Before the ref can get a 3 counts Oliveira breaks up his own pin. Matt grabs Santiago by the head and begins punching him repeatedly in the temples before lifting him up to his feet. Matt locks Santiago into a front face lock and then locks his arm over his shoulder looking for a suplex of some sort. Matt tries to lift him up but Santiago blocks it. Matt goes again and the same result. The third time is blocked and the countered by multiple kicks to the midsection. Santiago then grabs Matt's head and applies a front face lock of his own before falling back driving his head into the mat executing a quick and deadly DDT.

Matt begins holding his head and Dom rises to his feet. Matthew begins crawling to the ropes before pulling himself up. Matt gets to his feet but not for long as Dom rushes over and clotheslines Matthew sending him over the top and out of the ring.

Darrell Jones: Santiago now in control of the action sending his opponent over the top crashing to the floor.


JP: Yeah! I know the hard mat on the outside is not the place Matt was intending to be on.

Matthew slowly rises to his feet and wipes some sweat off his face as Santiago begins taunting him in the ring with various poses about becoming a champion. Matthew climbs onto the apron and looks at Dominik before re-entering the ring. The two titans stare down once more.

TBCB Matt

[Matt Oliveira]

The two men lock up for a second time as shoulders struggle with opposing arms, both Dom and Matt lowering their own torsos in an attempt to get a leverage in the other's center of balance. Oliveira with an extra twenty pounds and the stronger of the two, forces Santiago to lose ground. His feet skid on the canvas somewhat, the friction of his boots causing a slight stumble as Matt shoves him to the ropes. The Genius bears over the challenger, pressed against him and able to get an arm free as he swings at Dom's head, the pieces of broken glass glued to his fist tape coming in close at his skin. Matt flicks free his second hand and grips Santiago at the neck as his rival now clutches both hands at the claw above. The top rope presses into the shoulderblades of the challenger as he attempts to ward off his opponent, the glistening shards coming forward as Matt's fist balls up and continues pushing on.

Ray: "Come on Dom! Fight him off!"
Darrell: "Struggle of mind over matter, Ray, anything can happen."

With Matt's abdominals stretched as he hulks over Santiago, the challenger seizes the exposure by a jabbing knee lift into the Genius's stomach, causing him to shrivel up his arms. Oliveira takes a weary step back off the ropes allowing Santiago his footing once more. Matt straightens himself up again to regain his dominence, and pounces at Dom once more. The challenger quickly and effeciently flexes his quadreceps and catches Matt around the ribs, pumping up with a force travelling up his spine and into his arms that catapults Oliveira overhead and into the air. He is tossed over the top rope and crashes to the floor with a large smack from the belly-to-belly suplex, the air rushing out of his lungs leaving the champ gasping. The crowd cheers from the sight while the Reverend wheels around the ringside area to check on Oliveira. Santigo, not letting up and gripping his stronghold of the match, slides out to the floor causing Vortigern to back away quickly and hide behind the steps. He darts his eyes to the side momentarily before returning his attention to a stunned Matt. Dom bends and grips him by the hair, Oliveira co-operating and kneeing his way up. Santiago sneaks in a follow-up jab to Oliveira's midsection once more, causing a double-over affect again. He grabs ahold of the back of the Stone Orchard tee and rips it off of the King, taking Matt's shirt from over his head.

Santiago looks at the shirt, furrows and spits on it, shoving it in the champs face and causing him to back up against the apron. Dom grabs the cotton fabric and holds it tight with both hands, stretching it over Matt's throat and torquing him against the outside of the ropes. A loud cough and straining escapes Oliveira, reaching out blankly for help until he paintbrushes the challenger with a less-than-impressive backhand. Dom quickly shakes it off and tosses the shirt carelessly out to the crowd, disgarding of the representative threads and brings his thowing arm back across the chest of Matt with a stiff chop. A Flairesque "Woo!" sounds from the audience as the chop resonates through the arena, followed by a moaning of the Hardcore Genius. Santiago winds up again and strikes his opponent for a second time, Matt screaming "Kellyclarkson" in a Steve Carell homage. Dom grins slyly as he winds up for a third time, but is halted as a steel chair cracks over his back, nudging him slightly with not a great deal of force. Santiago stops and turns around, seeing a now frightened Reverend begin to book it around the corner of the ring, wishing he wore brown pants. Santiago bolts after the suited manager, as they begin to circle the ring.

"Haha! Look at him go, Ray! Looks like the Reverend's getting a taste of his own medicine!"
"...whaa? Matt's got his shirt off, I wasn't listening...medicine?"
"Well yeah, 'cause you know how those ministers are running down small boys anyhow..."

Dom runs after Vortigern, taking a corner and another, circling the ring. Of course, athletes are faster than a pudgy 40-year old in dress pants as he catches up to the Reverend, just about to catch his collar in his hand until...

SMACK!

Oliveira, regaining his composure, comes out from the corner as Santiago passes and drives out a hard and glass-covered fist right into the side of the challengers head. The shards pierce his skin immediately before his topples to the ground, blood beginning to flow from his temple as Matt picks him up off the ground with a grimace. Oliveira swoops Dom into the ring and follows suit by slithering under the bottom rope, quickly returning to a vertical stance as Santiago props himself up with an arm and shakes his skull free of cobwebs and bloodshed, as crimson runs down the side of his head.

"Well, like we've said, Dominik could outwrestle Matt, but he can't outFIGHT him. There's a difference."
"What difference? Three lost teeth?"

Vortigern catches his breath and slides a chair into the ring as Oliveira stands tall, a beet red mark on his pectoral from when he was filleted by his rival. He walks over to the center of the ring and picks up the pair of buckets (you forgot about those suckers, didn't ya Dom? ). The champ places the bucket of glue in the corner and holds the glass one eagerly in his hand. Dominik creaks onto two knees and attempts to regain his stature as Oliveira grabs the glass bucket and preceeds to pour it onto the canvas. Shards of multiple colours fall onto the mat, glistening and shrieking in their pile while the bucket is tossed outside of the ring.

Vortigern: "Do it! Do it Matt! Kill that bastard!"

Matt brushes a boot over the broken glass to spread it out, and turns his attention back to Dom. Santiago unknowingly returns to his feet and turns around, catching a toe kick to his lower abdomen. Oliveira grabs Dom's opposite hand and pivots him so that Santiago's back is facing, his arm tucked in a hammerlock. Matt bends down and plants his shoulder into the small of Dom's back, and lifts him up into a reverse fireman's carry. The Genius pauses for a moment and moves adjacent to the shards, and with one solid move, lifts Santiago off his shoulders and drops to the mat, planting the challenger's head, neck, and back into the glass with a Burning Hammer.

Darrell: "Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t! Hammer onto the glass! Burning Hammer onto broken glass!"

Oliveira creaks up off of the canvas and crawls closer to Santiago, offering a small word of encouragement.

Matt: "Should've taken the glass, kid..."

Matt extends an arm over Dom's chest as it rises and falls, his mouth gaped open from pain. The Genius stretches his palm for a quick cover, the referee dropping to the mat and raising his hand for the pinfall.

TBCB Dominik

[Dominik Santiago]

The referee brings his arm down and the theatrics begin as he wildly slaps the mat signaling the 1st count. Again he rises and wildly drops his hand on the mat signaling the 2nd count. As the ref begins to drop his hand for a third time the challenger is able to get a shoulder up breaking the champ's pinfall. The ref gets on his knees and looks at an angry Hardcore Genius before rising and putting up 2 fingers signaling a near fall.

Matt: Should have stayed down kid

Oliveira rises to his feet as Dom with his proverbial crimson mask begins moving feebly on the canvas. Matt takes a look at the glass on his hands and then at the bloody head of Santiago. Matt kneels on one knee with his glassy fist raised in the air and his free hand holding on to the challenger's head. Suddenly, Matt begins punishing the challenger with multiple shots to the forehead with his glass fist attempting to draw more blood.

"The Hardcore Genius is like a shark, when he smells blood he goes for the kill."

If that is true then the match must being nearing its conclusion.

The ref pleads for Matt to stop his relentless assault but to a certain extent knowing that the everything in the match that is illegal is legal. Vortigen and Matt look at each other and the reverend nods to his champ after a few laughs. The Hardcore Genius rises to his feet before grabbing the challengers head pulling him up. The champ begins disrespecting the challenger grabbing Santiago's head and forcing it in his penis area. The crowd begins booing with some bit of laughter as Matt and Vortigen smile.

"Talk about sportsmanship! What a degrading act. Matthew has no morals what so ever.

Matthew begins to day dream a bit still with Santiago's head in the same position before bashing his own head into the back of the head of the challenger with multiple nasty headbutts. After about 4-5 vicious headbutts the champs forcefully slams the challengers face into the mat before backing away and posing to the fans.

Matt begins walking back to the challenger before stopping to look at his squirming body on the mat. Matt gives a disgusted smirk before grabbing the challengers head and lifting him up once more only this time the Dom was playing possum and grabs the champ's head and falling back rolling him up wrapping one of his legs around Matt's trying to get a quick win with a small package.

The referee slides into position and quickly begins the count.
1! The ref slaps the mat signaling the first fall of the pinfall.
2! At soon as the ref slaps the mat signaling the two count Matt is able to escape from the pinning predicament using his size and strength advantage to throw the challenger off of him. Seemingly with a second wind Santiago rises quickly and rushes to the champ who jumps up with somewhat of a adrenaline rush or instinct and blasts the rushing Santiago with his extender arm executing a desperation clothesline.

"What instinct for Matt to counter back with a clothesline after nearly being rolled up with a quick one. Guess that small package was too close for comfort.

"Maybe the Hardcore Ignoramus will finish the match instead of insulting his opponents.

Matthew takes a look at the somewhat concerned Vortigen before they exchange looks. Matt rises off his knees and looks at Santiago holding his head which was nearly beheaded from the clothesline and exits the ring. Matthew digs under the ring and grabs a steel chair. Matt tosses the chair in the ring and re-enters continuing the fight. The Hardcore Genius slides the chair into the middle of the ring and grabs the impaled Santiago and begins dragging him over to the chair with his head disregarding his neck which is being jerked. Matthew lifts Santiago up on and the challenger is now bent over. The reverend looks at Matt and begins smirking. Suddenly, Matthew grabs Santiago in between the legs with his arm and grabs his shoulder with his other and scoop him up over his shoulder. Santiago now up in the air begins to notice the steel chair intender for him to be slammed on. Santiago begins squirming causing Matthew to lose leverage giving Dominik the edge he needed to escape. Santiago slides down Matthew's back and upon getting to a vertical basis grabs the champ's head pulling it down causing him to lean back. Santiago grabs Matt's head and holds it with his arm and the puts his back to the champ's in somewhat of an awkward position. The challenger drops down to his knees snapping Matthew's head causing him to bridge over Dominik's back executing a Modified Back Breaker sending the pain shocking down his neck and spinal area. Matthew flies off of Santiago's back and crashes down on the mat and the challenger begins catching his wind.

"Backbreaker! Modified BackBreaker! What a counter!"

"Santiago showing signs of life hear nailing the Hardcore Genius with that Modified Backbreaker and out of desperation too!"

"Matthew was looking to finish the deal tonight but the challenger found a way to counter and give him some time to recuperate."

Matthew begins tossing and turning as if he were sleep and having a bad nightmare until he stays in one position with his back on the mat. Santiago keeps on the attack as he rushes to the ropes. Santiago leaps on the second rope and then backflips soaring in the air before splashing the champ hitting a lionsault.

The challenger rises up staggers and backpedals into the ropes gazing on at the champ screaming in agony. The challenger rushes over to the fallen opponent and attempts to win his first title as he holds down the champ's shoulders and covers him. The ref slides over and begins to make the count!

"Lionsault! We could have a new champ right here!"

[Matt Oliveira]

1!

Darrell: "One!"

2!

"Two!"

Oliveira convulses his shoulders and abdomen as Dom lay across him, the referee stopping his arm mid-way to the canvas. Santiago leans back and rests to his knees, taking a glance at mat while he stares up at the rafters of the arena, seeing the KotDM title nearly be wretched from his hands in his mind's eye. The challenger heaves his chest, his sternum aching from the 5-star lionsault and glances around the ring as Matt begins to stir impulsively. Dom's vision stops on the Genius's boot, something protruding from the side of it, rather concealed, as Matt had a habit of hiding various blades and points. Dominik pounces on Matt's leg, straddling over his knee and digging his hands at the combat boot. He tugs at the laces, trying to free some space in search of the glimmering object.

"What the... Hey, I think Dom may have something here..."
Ray: "TAKE IT OFF, MONKEY BOY! TAKE IT OFF!"

Santiago slips two of his fingers into the ankle of Oliveira's boot, the tips of them coming in contact with a steely weapon to his satisfaction. Dom pries loose the piece of footwear and removes the treasure, revealing itself as a box cutter that was tucked into Matt's sock. A cheer is heard from the nearby front row fans as once again the Genius has been outsmarted at his own game, and that maybe Santiago wasn't that much of an underdog after all. He holds it up until Matt shoves him off of his mounted position, clambering to get to his feet. Dom is shoved onto all fours and tucks the concealed box cutter in his own boot, springing up and running into the ropes. Santiago comes off the rebound and charging toward Matt, just able to stand tall, and wraps an arm around his waist, pivoting on his opponent's foot and strafing behind him. Dom grabs his own hand around Matt in a back capture and uses his momentum to drive Oliveira backward. Santiago somewhat bridges his back and propels the champion head first to the canvas with a German suplex, Matt clutching at his surgically repaired neck as he sprawls midst the scattered broken glass.

Dominik rolls onto his stomach and crawls feverishly over to the downed rival, prying one of Matt's hands behind his back the same way an arrest would be carried through. With his arm pinned, Dom reaches into his boot and pulls out the box cutter he previously confiscated from the King of Deathmatches. He engages the blade with his thumb, and lowers the back of the knife against Matt's forearm -just where the tape had ended. Then, with the blade's edge facing outwards, he pulls it down Oliveira's arm, into the tape thus cutting it. Santiago wisely continues a laceration of the tape from the inside of Matt's forearm all the way to his palm -just between his middle and ring finger. With the tape now resembling a sort of jacket, Santiago drops the box cutter and rips off the tape casting from the champion's hand, leaving his fist and forearm unarmed.

Darrell: "Look! Look! Santiago just declawed Matt in the middle of the match! His fist is bare now! He lost his glass!"

For good measure, Santiago extends Matt's hand along the surface of the mat, holding it down with a hand over his wrist. Dom then stands up slowly as to not lose his grip and quickly releases it, bringing down a stomp over Oliveira's hand. The Genius retracts it with a yelp as if he were a canine, and shakes his hand loosely appearing if it were made of rubber. Dominik's eyes dart across the arena, some of the faces indulging on the table-turning going on in the match. He grins evilly, pleased by how the attention seeps into his veins, driving him further into mind-game territory. The challenger picks up the glass-glued tape that was once around Matt's hand, and he walks over to Oliveira as he begins pulling himself up by the ropes. Dominik walks up behind him and leans over the ropes with the tape in his hand,
lowering it and driving it coldly across Oliveira's forehead, causing another sorrowing moan to leave the champ.

"An eye for an eye and an ounce for an ounce! Looks like we're going to see a bit more colour in this match, and I'M the colour commentator!"
"That...was...lame."

Santiago grabs the opposite end of the tape and grates it again across Matt's face, agonizingly slow, Oliveira bearing his teeth as the shards dig into his semi-scarred skin. Vortigern squeaks his way to the ringside area closest to the two men, ready to give Santiago a piece of his mind. Just before the Rev is able to strike, Santiago retreats off Oliveira and balls up the tape, glue and glass, now out of reach. Blood begins to rise up through the lacerations on the Genius's head, starting to form a network of streams down his face. Dripping off his brow or rolling off the bridge of his nose and continuing, hiding in the champs goatee. Vortigern looks at one of his constituents in shock, watching as Matt motorboats his lips as crimson trickles over them, his eyes rolling into hiding under their lids. Dominik shakes his head arrogantly and tosses the ball of tape and glass towards the manager, it pathetically and condescendingly bounces off his chrome-dome of a skullet causing the challenger to snicker. Vortigern's temper reaches a boiling point and he snakes his way onto the apron, babbling curses and threats like only a minister of Stone Orchard can. Santiago cocks his eyebrows and closes in for a "closer view", stepping toward the ropes just before the referee sneaks in-between the two, knowing to keep the fight to the athlete's themselves. Dom pushes back against the referee's will as the officials efforts for justified peace backfire as he remains in an arm-swing's length from Vortigern. Meanwhile, Matt crawls sluggishly to the center of the ring, crawling until his hand lands on the steel chair slid in earlier. Oliveira looks behind him to see Santiago still being restrained by the ref, and thus the wheels begin turning in his head. He then picks up the chair still on his knees and unfolds it with the seat facing in the general direction of his opponent, also using it as a crutch to help himself up.

"Hey! Get that little kid-chaser out of here! Come on Ref, throw that Vorty-dude out of here!"

Dominik throws a wild fist frantically over the referee's shoulder, as the struggle continues, towards Vortigern -catching only air. The Reverend responds by picking up his cane and wielding it by the opposite end, the silver solid handle shimmering in the light. The devilish compadre swings it at Dom, the scepter-like end cracking him in the temple and killing his resistance against the official. Santiago is pushed off the ropes by the ref until he comes face to face with Oliveira, slightly wobbly. Matt shoves Dom straight in the chest, causing him to wearily and straggly fall backwards, into the referee and thus into the ropes. The referee knocks into Vortigern sending him back, falling flat on his rear on the thin mats on the outside. The top rope cracks across the referee's throat and he falls to the canvas while Dom rebounds shallowly from the shove, stepping forward until Oliveira drops to the side and captures his feet at the top and Achilles heel of Santiago's foot, causing him to fall forward. A crack resonates as Dom's head collides with the seat of the folded chair, being caught in a drop toe hold, which echoes in his head. Oliveira crawls again in the direction of the adjacent ropes while the challenger lies on his back, shaking his head fluently from the impact, both men now losing decoagulated blood.

TBCB Dom