Steel Cross Match: Dragon vs. Santiago

[Metal Dragon]

After a new Charging Glory Champion is crowned, the fans in the arena sit in anticipation of the next contest. The phrase "Gods vs. Heretics" is plastered on everything in the venue that it could possibly be fit on. Suddenly, the lights go out.

The image on the TitanTron and the feed on the home TV screens changes to a dark room. Metal Dragon sits in a steel chair, dressed in all black, with his eyes closed and his hands in his lap. Jumbled soundbytes play for a few seconds as the view then changes to Dominik Santiago sitting on a bench in the locker room in his standard ring attire, the mess of speech still swirling in the speakers. Everything goes silent and the screen goes black before a white font appears, reading:

March 23, 2008
Total Carnage

Footage of Metal Dragon entering are shown on the TitanTron, "Needled 24/7" by Children of Bodom playing faintly in the background as MD's voice is heard over the footage:

MD: "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..."

That line echoes before a new one is played, portions of the match beginning to be shown.

"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."

As those words are uttered, Metal Dragon puts his head under Dom's shoulder and flips backward to slam him through a table wrapped in barbed wire. The montage then cuts to Dominik standing behind MD on the top rope, his arms wrapped around Dragon's waist, before falling back to deliver a German Suplex that sends MD descending off of the turnbuckle and through a table covered in nails. Dom is then shown rebounding off of the second rope on the outside of the ring and performing a backflip through the air before landing belly-to-belly with a prone Dragon, who lies on a table, as the two crash through it and land on the mat. The next clip shows Dragon holding a standing Dom in a sleeper hold on top of a table, then dropping down to drive him through a table with a Death Metal to even the score. Finally, Metal Dragon is shown on top of a ladder with Dominik in a fireman's carry on his shoulders, the camera zooming out to show a flaming table under them as Vortigern stands beside it in observation. MD falls back as the fans rise to their feet and he slams Dominik through the burning table with a Samoan Drop to seal his victory as MD is heard again:

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."

The TitanTron fades to black.

The lights in the arena come back on, the TitanTron still completely black.

"Six months since that has happened. I still have some of the scars on my skin. And now even more blood will be shed between the same two men." a familiar voice echoes through the building.

"You don't need me out here to say that, picture me backstage. Act like you can hear my thoughts. I, Metal Dragon, have been in many battles with Dominik Santiago, yet this is just the second that he and I have had one-on-one. This is blasphemy. This is unnecessary violence. This is wanton, despicable gore. This is a Steel Cross Match."

Malibu: "I don't know if I can stomach watching this, Hank. I'm kinda woozy just thinking about the concept."

Weasel: "I've been in some crazy and pretty gross things in my day, and I think this tops all. One part of me wants to see how nasty this match will get, the other half doesn't want to know."

Linda: "The following is a Steel Cross Match! To win, you must nail your opponent to a steel cross!"

The cross is lowered into the center of the ring lying down, a strong cord holding it up. Two men slide into the ring to begin undoing it as the lights go out again. A spotlight shines on the front of the entrance ramp and some melodic notes resound through the arena. They get louder as "The Sacrilegious Scorn" by Dimmu Borgir kicks in, extremely fast drumming accompanying the atmospheric sound of the keyboards and the fast playing of the guitar. Metal Dragon walks through the curtain and under the spotlight donned in a tattered white robe, barbed wire wrapped around his forehead. The most notable of his props, however, is a cross made of lighttubes that he carries over his left shoulder.

Have I not been too long
In shadows of invention and creation
As I rightfully behold the flesh
Fear of the conscious mind
Will have you facing away"[/color]

"Introducing first, from Nashville, Tennessee, weighing in at 220 pounds... Metal Dragon!"

My word and world holds ground and is real
Your world is like floods of poisoned water, a language spoken
With spit from different tongues

Dragon slowly begins his journey, the bottom of his cross dragging on the steel of the ramp. He looks up and a small bit of blood is seen trickling down his face from his crown. A fraction of the crowd boos, but many are silent either due to the atmosphere present in the arena or being outright offended.

It all seems like an eternity
This battle between us two
"Good and evil", me and you
Time has come to step up
And take back what you took from me

"Well, I'm glad he's all the way over there doing that entrance. I don't feel like getting struck by lightning or anything."

"The atmosphere in here is chilling. I've never seen anything like this."

The song goes quiet for a few seconds save for some piano, Dragon still slowly walking to the ring. The guitar finally strums once more, then again as MD stops and raises his right arm. Upon the third strum, fire explodes from the ring posts as a monologue begins and MD stands still for a moment.

My word and world holds ground and is real. Your world is like floods of poisoned water; a language spoken with spit from different tongues. You can never corrupt me again.

Dragon resumes traveling the last few feet of his walk to the ring.

Time has come to step up
And take back what you took from me
Time has come to step up
And take back what you took from me

You can never corrupt me again.

MD slides the cross into the ring as he travels to the ring steps and walks up, then steps between the top and middle rope and into the ring. He begins to remove his robe.

I protect every man guilty of sin
The ultimate sin being me, the vapor from the plague
That infested my mind, body and soul
Obscured my view from wisdom
The mist that had me, wonder in resentment cleared
And troubles me no more

Dragon's robe is removed and hung on the top rope as a long scream is heard in the song. MD now is donned in a sleeveless black t-shirt and long black wrestling tights with wrestling shoes on his feet. He grabs his cross from the canvas and looks at the one on the mat, staring at it as he thinks about his ideal ending for the match, that being Dominik writhing in pain on it. The agony that he himself might feel if he is the victim of it, though, can't help but to pop up in his thoughts and he has to turn around and look away.

Have I not been too long
In shadows of invention and creation
As I rightfully behold the flesh
Fear of the conscious mind
Will have you facing away[/b][/color]

The song abruptly ends as the crowd sits in stone silence. Metal Dragon stands looking up the entrance ramp with his cross in hand, held now like one would hold a staff.

"That's Metal Dragon. He's as focused as ever."

"We're about to witness something really big. This fight will probably be unforgettable... for all the right and wrong reasons at once."

TBC Dominik

(OOC: Wanted you to do yours first, but I got bored.)

[Dominik Santiago]

Metal Dragon stands in the middle of the ring hunched over, his head leaning from side to side with the assistance of his shoulders that he continues to stretch. He then crouches down, sitting on top of his legs and leans up and down continuously like a immature adolescent, anxious and ready to get the bout underway. His eyes tell the story, Metal Dragon, focused. This focus though, is a different focus. Not the focus he had at Total Carnage, or when he teamed with former ally Brain Commonwealth against Dom on May, 7th, or even when he lined across from him in both the Nexus Deathmatch and The 7 Man Ascension Match. No, the focus demonstrated by Metal Dragon is unusual for him. Either the focus is constructed by his fear of being nailed to the cross or his blood thirst of having the privilege to bring Santiago to his demise, nailing him to that very cross.

Dragon's nostalgia for Santiago, his longing like a curse that damages his body and soul every second that passes that his opponent has not reached the ring.

The butterflies in Dragon's stomach vomit rapidly, the nervous building up but not intimated as of yet. Dragon still keeps his stern facial expression on, a poker face if you will.

The stretching of Dragon comes to an end as he suddenly leans up. Dragon so focused, he maybe seems like an animal with advanced senses as he notices the tron, that grabs his attention, and begins to flicker. The arena goes into a state of blackness before the tron shuts on.

The scene shows a man laid against a standing cross with his head leaning down so that the arena cannot identify him while the speaker addresses the arena in a soft tone but loud enough to be heard.

"Crucified, hundreds of years prior to this day they claimed Jesus Christ. Whether Catholic, Muslim, Jew or Atheist, the time, date, sight was and will forever be remembered in both our hearts and mind. Some believe this never happened, did happen, or there was trickery in between. Whether that is true or not, there is always a beginning, a birth, a life before the end, the death, the demise.

And for Metal Dragon, his legend will be ended before it starts."

A nail appears on the screen and floats near the right arm of the character. It hovers near it before turning over with the sharp, deadly point pointing at the man. The nail then quickly lunges forward and digs into flesh and bone of the man. The speaker begins to moan while blood drips from the mans new wound.

"Pain, the nail like a sharp blade, will dig through Metal Dragon's right arm. He'll be too bloody, and too beaten to stop me from finishing the job. The job that allows me to hang my trusty nails from his pathetic body like an ornament on a Christmas Tree.

On this day, his blood will never have tasted better, his pain will never have been more entertaining to witness, his struggle never so enlightening to cause.

For Tonight, I will end Metal Dragon's Legend Before It Gets Started. "

The man on the cross, attempts to wiggle off the cross but his attempt his brought to an abrupt end by another nail that comes into focus and stabs into his left arm, digging through his flesh and bone until it reaches the board and sits in firm. The speaker, like previously, lets out a series of disturbing moans and screams.

The man's hand shake by themselves as he is in unspeakable pain. As the blood from the left arm trips from newest wound to the floor, the speaker continues his rant.

"Pain.... the nail like a sharp blade will dig through Metal Dragon's left arm. He'll be too bloody, and too beaten to stop me from finishing the job. The job that allows me to hang my trusty nails from his pathetic body like an ornament on a Christmas Tree.

On this day, his fallen body will never have been more remarkable to witness, his tears and blood never more exciting to feel, his fear never more incredible to sense.

For Tonight I Will End Metal Dragon's Legend Before It Gets Started."

The man that the entire arena locks their eyes on, tries to reach the ground with his feet but the attempt is brought to the end by another dagger that comes into focus. The dagger quickly goes into the man's right ankle, and as the speaker begins his screaming and moans, the blood drops from his ankle like a water faucet that continues to run. Afterward, the speaker goes on with his rant, his disturbing speech.

"Pain, this will be the terrible feeling that Metal Dragon will be inflicted with as my silver, grayish dagger like nail digs through his ankle. He'll be too destroyed and too bloody to stop me from finishing the job. The job that allows me to place my nail in his body like a diamond, dangling from someone's neck.

On this day the sight of his legs squirming will have never been more lovely to witness, the feeling of watching him perish will have never felt more overwhelming, his blood touching my feet and hands will have never been more extravagant.

For Tonight, I Will End Metal Dragon's Legend Before It Gets Started. "

Just as expected now by the arena, the newest dagger is driven into the prisoners remaining ankle. As anticipated, the speaker mocks the man by moaning and screaming. And after enough blood drips out of the man's wound, the speaker goes on.

"Pain, this will be the terrible feeling that Metal Dragon will be inflicted with as my silver, grayish dagger like nail digs through his ankle. He'll be too destroyed and too bloody to stop me from finishing the job. The job that allows me to place my nail in his body like a diamond, dangling from someone's neck.

On this day, the sound of Metal Dragon pleading for mercy will have never been more beautiful, the sound of him screaming for GOD will have never been more musical to my ears, the sight of blood oozing from his mouth which he'll choke on to beg like a dog will have never been more picture perfect.

For Tonight, I Will End Metal Dragon's Career Before It Gets Started. "

With the 4 major body parts out of the picture, the last dagger sits in the air beside the mans chest. Suddenly, a new character appears into focused by hooded in an executioners wardrobe hiding his identity also. This time, the speaker continues his speech before the dagger is inserted.

"Excruciating pain is the feeling Metal Dragon will have for this entire bout, this entire match we will put on for you. But this will be no ordinary match, not because up the stipulations but because of the amount of focus, fear, and respect that will be demonstrated.

Focus, the focus of putting someone away and not letting it happen to yourself. Bringing your A+ game.

Fear, the fear of the thought of this being your last time on this earth.

Respect, the respects I shall say, that will be paid for the fallen.

Because on this day, I will never be more delighted to see someone die! On this day I will never be more happy to see someone pay for their sins! On this day, I will never be more cheerful to see someone sent straight to hell.

For Tonight, I Will Send Metal Dragon To The Afterlife, To The Gates of Hell not Heaven where I will soon bunk with him. And you know I call top bed.

Because tonight, I'm sending Metal Dragon packing.

For Tonight, I Will End Metal Dragon's Night

His Career,

and his life...

BEFORE HE GETS TO LIVE IT!!!"

Suddenly the screen goes black but the terrifying promo does not end. No, the sound of a final dagger being sent through the heart of the man is head along with a large, long series of horrifying screams.

The promo ends with the executioner praying over the dead body.

Absolve, we beseech Thee, O Lord,
the soul of Thy servant N...,
from every bond of sin,
that being raised in the glory of the resurrection,
he may be refreshed among the Saints and Elect.

Amen.

With that end, the lights, come back on.

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{[Malibu]}-: I think I'm gonna hurl Hank, that there was too real! I am afraid to witness like the barbaric shit that is about to happen but I am to curious to see how it will end. This is like simply too much!

{[Weasel]}-: You and me both babe! This will not be the end of a rivalry, this will be the end of an epic war. And we both no that in war, there are always calamities.

An epic one is only moments away and I think its about time you change the channel at home if you've got young ones in front of the screen for this one is Rated A for Adult.

Hell, I don't even think we should watch this.

-Red and black smoke begins building up at the entrance ramp until it gets high enough to block the curtains. Suddenly, No More Sorrow by Linkin Park hits the P.A. system but the arena does not erupt into the state of domdamonnium that it usually does. Instead the arena is almost dead silent due to the graphic promo that coerced a deadly chill throughout their spines. Santiago, finally emerges from behind the curtains, walking through the two different colored smoke that cleanse his body. Dominik, not wearing his trademark fur, only wears a plain white T- that he plans to decorate with Dragon's blood.

Underneath the tee is a black thermal. He wears long, black denim jeans and his signature Santiago chuckaroos.

Dominik holds a Thumbtack Chair in one hand and a book in the other. -

Are you lost
In your lies
Do you tell yourself I don't realize

Your crusade's a disguise
Replace freedom with fear
You trade money for lives

I'm aware of what you've done

{[Linda]}-: Introducing secondly, the opponent. Hailing from Hollywood, California and weighing in tonight at 245 pound, Dominik Santiago.

No more sorrow
I've paid for your mistakes
Your time is borrowed
Your time has come to be replaced

-Santiago allows the thumbtack chair to bang up and down against the stage before he slowly marches down the ramp to the ring. He holds the book by his side while he slides the chair along the concrete floor.

Dominik's eyes give the story similar to Metal Dragon's. The eyes of a being so much in the zone, so much in focus. His cold, dark blue eyes that stare directly into the soul of his opponent Metal Dragon, show the true determination Santiago holds. Though his poker face is as barely see through as Metal Dragons, he too holds a strong fear that his time may be indeed numbered. But he too shows no intimation of his feelings, looking not to give his opponent the edge psychologically. Dominik stops, and stands in the middle of the aisle before he slowly raises the chair into the cold air that is shared by everyone in the arena and points it Metal Dragon.

Dominik then drops the chair back down and once again slides it against the concrete as he makes his way to the steel steps. -

see pain
I see need
I see liars and thieves
Abuse power with greed

I had hope
I believed
But I'm beginning to think that I've been deceived

You will pay for what you've done

"Is it like just me, or is it extremely cold in here?"

"No, it is indeed freezing in here. The temperature in the building may not have literally dropped but the bone chilling suspense we hold could be the source.

I once said I didn't want Metal Dragon over here for my fear of being struck by lightening, well I have that same feeling for Santiago.

These two men are gonna be the bloody hell out of one another, and I mean that literally. "

"Ive seen Vladimir Strife and Matthew Oliveira battle in Asylum Matches, Steel Cages, Hell In A Cells, Traditional Hardcore Matches, and those two are as hardcore as it gets.

But I have a strong feeling that like, these two will both cross the line. They will make Matt and Vlad look like pansies and their matches, 1 star.

Tonight, the true definition of a Deathmatch will be written."

"And Malibu, it will be written in someone's blood."

-Santiago pays no attention to the group of fans that still have life and reach out to touch his body life who are deemed negligible at this point. Dominik simply climbs up the steel steps, slowly and hard, with purpose until he reaches the top. Dominik takes the book and slides it under the bottom rope and into the ring before entering himself through the middle and top rope.

The book is then lifted up and put back into Santiago's possession. Dom advances to Linda who had not exited the ring yet like any sane person would have done but without missing a bone chilling staredown with Metal Dragon who respectfully reclines.

Dominik hands the book to Linda and whispers in her ears:

"Turn to the last page, and read my notes to the crowd if I shall fall tonight. Do not cry, stand firm and strong, and enunciate. Never hesitate either, just read. " -

Thieves and hypocrites
Thieves and hypocrites
Thieves and hypocrites


Your time has come to be replaced
Your time has come to be erased

-The song comes to a cease, the finish, the abrupt end, leaving the entire arena in a dead silence.

Dominik backs away into his respective corner, the thumbtack chair wielded firm and tight by his fingertips. Just before the bell is sounded, Santiago approaches Metal Dragon and tells him what could be one of his final sentences which Metal Dragon replies to.

"If I'm Going Out Dragon, I'm Going Out On My Own Terms, And By God I'm Making Sure Your Sorry Ass Is Dragged Down With Me!"

"Its been a pleasure kicking your ass, and it will be a pleasure sending you away, permanently. "

The ref breaks the two bitter rivals away when he senses that the ticking time bomb is about to explode. He forces them to their respective corners before giving the signal to the time keepers table.

The bell sounds and almost exactly after it goes off, the two adversaries charge at one another with their weapons which they draw out like battling samurais draw their swords. Santiago swings the chair at Metal Dragon and Dragon ducks. When Santiago turns around due to him being slightly out of position, Dragon lunges the lighttube cross at him but only for Dom to cleverly sidestep. Santiago doesn't hesitate though to make Dragon pay for his mistake early.

He cocks his chair back, winds it up, then....

BAM!!!

The thumbtack chair cracks, smashes, whatever you want to call it straight into Metal Dragon's spine. The thumbtacks dig into his back quickly inflicting him with a severe stinging sensation.

Dragon hunches over and grimaces in agony while backing into the nearby ropes. Santiago charges at Dragon with the chair before swinging for the fences.

Dragon though, ducks the chair shot attempt.

The chair bounces off the top rope and into Santiago face. The thumbtacks, his own creation rearranging his facial features.

Dominik drops the chair and leans his back against the ropes allowing the charging bull, Metal Dragon to take him out.

Dragon extends his arm our and smacks Santiago straight in the head, seemingly beheading him with the clothesline that takes both competitors over the top and out of the ring where they land on the concrete floor. -

"Dom and Dragon haven't wasted any time in getting this one off. At this rate, this heavy weight fight is gonna get as ugly as we expect, real fast. "

"Fast might not be a bad thing. I can't wait when this is over. I don't want to have too much nightmares!"

-TBC-

(OOC: Rob, we are gonna give GHW a show tonight. Bring your best shit man. If Santiago goes out, better by you lol. Lets do this.)

[Metal Dragon]

The two combatants lie prone on the floor, the impact of the concrete having knocked the sense out of them. Dragon finally moves first after a few long seconds, rolling to his stomach and throwing his arms up onto the apron to try to climb in. Dominik senses this and grabs MD's right leg before pulling up with it in his grasp, his opponent trying to slide into the ring but now unable. Metal Dragon kicks back with his left leg but Dom dodges it before stepping back. This causes MD to slide off of the apron and land face-first on the concrete as Santiago still clutches his foe's calf. Dom puts his foot on MD's thigh before slamming it into the ground, then walks to the apron as Dragon clutches his leg in some pain. The man from Hollywood lifts the apron and pulls a ladder out as MD gets to his feet and the two face each other. Santiago approaches MD and punches him hard in the face, making Dragon recoil for a second before he responds with a stiff left to the stomach. MD knees his opponent in the face before grabbing his hair and leading him over to the grounded ladder. Dom claws at Dragon's back before getting a couple punches in to the kidney area as MD wraps his right arm around his head. Santiago continues punching, but Metal punches him in the top of the head with his left arm a couple times. MD then unwraps his arm from his adversary's head and turns to face the still bent-over Santiago. Dom stands up straight only to receive a kick to the midsection before his head is stuck between MD's legs over the ladder. Dragon wraps his arms around Dom's waist and tries to lift him up for a Piledriver on the ladder, but Santiago plants his feet before pulling his head out. Dom then quickly thrusts his shoulder into MD's gut while grabbing his thighs to take him down. Dragon's back lands on the steel and Santiago keeps hold of his legs, sliding his hands down to the calves while still holding them apart. Dom jumps with legs still in his grasp before sticking his legs out to make his right leg land on MD's groin. Dominik rolls toward the apron and lifts it up again as Dragon rolls around on the ladder in pain.

Malibu: "Haven't seen too much crazy violent stuff yet, but it'll happen once they pull enough weapons out from under there."

Hank: "Yeah, and that's when Metal Dragon will run roughshod over Dom!"

"Don't count your chickens before they hatch, Hank."

Dom produces a table from under the ring and pulls it out, setting it up as MD once again gets to his feet. Dragon bumrushes Santiago as his back is still turned and gets three hammer-like blows to the back of Dom's head before Dominik throws his elbow back to slam MD in the gut. The former New Age Champion then grabs MD by the hair and slams his face onto the table. The lighter man begins to stumble back but Dom grabs him by the left arm and turns around about 150 degrees, lining up Dragon with the steel ring post with the ladder beside it. Santiago propels MD toward the post and Metal is sent running toward it, MD tripping over the ladder and his upper body falling forward to connect with the ring post. Dragon falls on top of the ladder as Dom makes his way over to him and pulls him up by the hair. Santiago maintains a hold on MD's hair and turns him around so they can make their way back to the table, but MD quickly elbows Dom in the chest and stomps on his foot. Dragon then turns around to face Dominik before kicking his near leg forward and slamming it on the back of his adversary's calf while shoving his chest with his palm, sweeping Dom with an STO that makes the Hollywood resident slam back-first onto the ladder. The crowd provides a mixed reaction as MD grabs Dom's legs and drags him toward the table. When they finally reach it, Dragon walks around Dominik and reaches down to pull him up by the head, but Dom slides back and swings his leg up to kick MD in the head. Metal recoils from the shot as Dom rolls back toward the ring apron, still shaken from the STO. Santiago begins to pull himself up on the apron as MD grabs the table and turns it 90 degrees to sit parallel to the ring, right beside Dom's current location. Metal Dragon then walks over to the ladder and picks it up before sliding it into the ring. The former dual champion catches Dom reaching into the ring and grabbing the lighttube cross in the corner of his eye, so he approaches him and stomps his back. Dominik ignores the pain and gets to his feet while receiving a huge left hook to the ribcage from MD, which he also sucks up before kicking Dragon in the stomach. Dom pulls the bottom of the glass cross out over the apron and positions the head of the doubled-over MD over it, then throws his knee up to smash the lighttube on Dragon's face. Metal Dragon staggers back, a cut visibly opened on his forehead, and Dom pulls the rest of the cross out from the ring. Dominik clutches two ends of the lighttube cross, each end now equal in length, and raises it overhead before swinging it down at MD's head. The glass shatters on impact and Metal Dragon falls straight to the arena floor. Dom, still holding two broken tubes in his hands, drops to the floor and crawls on top of MD before ramming the broken ends of the tubes into his forehead. Dragon screams in pain as Dom twists the jagged edges of the glass into his temples and the front of his skull, more blood now coming from Dragon before his reflexes get the better of him and he wildly throws knees at Dom. One knee finally connects with Santiago's groin and he grimaces in pain before getting up as MD rolls backward and does the same. Dragon pulls the top half of the ladder over the apron and retreats from Dom, Dom sliding into the ring with lighttubes still in hand as MD approaches the chairs next to the timekeeper's table.

"Santiago's controlling the opening few minutes of the bout with MD's own weapon, which is something that does not happen a lot at all! Now let's see if he can keep the momentum. Giving Dragon breathing room isn't a good idea; that's probably his first big mental mistake of the match."

"I think Dominik can finally pull it off. He's familiar with his opponent, and his opponent is rusty. Plus, MD is bleeding badly already and Dominik still has those halves of lighttubes."

Dragon retrieves two chairs, throwing one into the ring and sliding under the bottom rope with one. Dominik and MD stand off for a moment on each side of the steel cross before Dragon throws his chair at Dom, Dom putting his arms up to block it as the steel connects with his forearms. MD then quickly picks up the other chair and charges Dominik, jumping over the steel cross and swinging overhead as Dom ducks and stabs. The edges of the glass puncture MD in his right side as the steel chair slams on the top of Dominik's skull, knocking him flat on his face which just happens to connect with the steel cross on the way down. Dragon gasps as he sits on one knee over a lifeless Santiago, finally getting used to the pain before positioning the chair on top of Dom's head. MD gets up and lifts his leg, then delivers a vicious stomp on the chair that makes the fans cringe. The Nashville native walks around Dom and grabs his legs, then drags him toward the edge of the ring with the table still standing outside. MD pushes Dom's upper body to line him up with the table, then rolls him across the apron and onto the table. Dominik still lies down, motionless, as Dragon retrieves the ladder from the other side of the ring. He then walks back over to the corner near Dom and places the ladder on top of the turnbuckle before climbing up. Santiago begins stirring as MD picks up the ladder and turns toward him, then leaps out of the ring with the ladder in his grasp. Dom's eyes open and immediately go wide as MD falls on him, the ladder landing parallel to Dom's body as the table gives out and Santiago crashes to the floor. The crowd, regardless of their preference of winner in the match, lets out a huge cheer that transitions into a unanimous "G-H-Dub!" chant.

"Wow!"

"Dominik goes through the table! And saying the momentum shifted would be an understatement."

"I don't know many people who could get up after that, Hank!"

The chant still rings out as Dragon rolls off of Dominik and onto the floor.

"Will either of them be able to continue?"

"Both of them took way more punishment back at Total Carnage. Both of them have been in the NeXuS. And both of them were in the Hardcore Games. They're tough, crazy, and completely insane! So yes, Malibu, they will be able to continue."

Metal gets to all fours and pulls the ladder off of Dom. He grabs Santiago's hair and pulls the Hollywood resident to his feet as he gets up himself, then turns Dom around and grabs him by the waist. Dragon throws the currently dead weight of Dominik Santiago into the squared circle and slides in. The referee approaches both men as MD grabs Dom's arm and drags him toward the center of the ring, then turns him so that he lies on the cross. Dragon says "Get the nails!" and the referee complies, getting a nail gun of all things from a ringside worker before handing it to MD. Dragon is handed the nail gun and a clip of nails. He drops to his knees and begins the process of loading the nails, but Dominik's instincts drive him to throw a punch upwards at MD's jaw. Dom sits up and grabs the nail gun, snatching it from MD's loosened grasp before smacking Dragon in the head with it. MD stares into space, stunned from the blow as the ref looks on from nearby. Dominik clutches the metal barrel of the nail gun and cracks it on his opponent's forehead again, making MD fall to the side before Dom grabs MD's arm and gets up with it in tow. Dom crawls to the edge of the ring at the top of the steel cross and rolls out. Santiago then lifts up the apron and pulls out a sheet of glass before sliding it into the ring, sliding himself in as well. Dom then grabs the sheet of glass and puts it on the intersection of the cross, then drags a dazed MD by the arm to put him on top of it. The blood of Metal Dragon drips from his forehead and onto the mat as he faces down, Dominik walking to the near ropes. Dom then jumps onto the second rope and springs off, flipping 270 degrees backwards to land stomach-first on MD's back. The glass shatters between the torso of MD and the steel cross.

"What a Lionsault, smashing the glass on Metal Dragon! Each encounter these two have gets more and more brutal and emotional, and they could very well end each other's careers if they keep this up!"

"The sickest part of that is, well, that's what they're trying to do.

TBC Dom

[Dominik Santiago]

-Santiago rolls off of his hated rival, Metal Dragon and onto the canvas before slowly rolling over to the ropes and under the bottom rope. Dragon lays in the carnage, his spinal region, neck and head all lay in a bed of glass while little shards surround the rest of him. Blood begins pouring out Dragon's mouth like water out of a balloon with a hole in it. Dragon struggles to make it off the glass, failing in all attempts. He contorts his face, already in excruciating pain just as Dominik had promised in his promo preceding the match. Speaking of Dominik, the crafty upstart superstar rolls out of the ring before dropping immediately to his knees. Santiago places his hands on the concrete before leaning over and spitting out some blood. The former New Age Champion then lifts up the ring cover once again before digging under there for weapons of massive destruction. Santiago takes a minute of digging around before pulling out a large piece of plywood that contains terrible things on it.

Dominik Santiago looks to put Metal Dragon out of his misery with...

THE BED OF NAILS!-

{[Malibu]}-: This insane match is about to take a real turn for the worse. Santiago just drew the Bed of Nails from the GHW Weapons Lottery.

{[Weasel]}-: And considering the fact that Dragon was just put through that pane of glass, it could be all she wrote if the Bed of Nails becomes his new mattress.

{[Malibu]}-: The blood and gore is about to really start now.

-Santiago lifts the Bed Of Nails off the ground, holding it by the edges where no nails are sticking out before staggering to his feet. Dominik slides the Deathmatch weapon into the ring before collapsing on the apron. The former New Age champ takes a moment to regain some of his stamina before sliding into the ring himself.

Dominik leans over and grasps the middle rope before using it for leverage, to pull himself back up to a vertical basis. Santiago turns his attention at Metal Dragon, who finally rolls off of his glassy hell and begins to make it to his feet.

Santiago though, doesn't allow Metal Dragon to build up any moment as he balls his fist up and cocks it back before bringing it down like a hammer and smacking him in his spine that is tentatively in pain due to the glass shards.

Afterward Santiago grips his foe by his head and uses it to over extend his neck while he drags him over near the bed of nails that has been nicely positioned near the center of the ring.

Dominik lifts Metal Dragon to his feet, but barely, even without much struggle and hold his head in place with his finger tips.

From there, Santiago hesitates a bit, whether letting the moment and the idea of him being in control sink in or his fatigue starting to bother him before wrapping his arm around Dragon's bloody skull and turning.

Having felt enough of the move in their previous encounters, Metal Dragon has the SKO scouted perfectly as he digs deep and pushes Santiago off of him sending his momentum moving forward coercing him off balance.

Santiago, like a kettle head, quickly turns around blindly before naively charging at Dragon. The awaiting MD takes a deep breath before welcoming Santiago with open arms. The charging Santiago lifts his leg up only to have it caught

by Metal Dragon. Dragon then pulls Santiago forward, towards him while hooking the one leg. From there the former King of Deathmatch Champion displays his incredibly technical ability by using his free arm to reach behind Dom's neck and take hold of it. In a split second, Dragon reclines while still pulling Santiago forward before tossing him overhead and sending him in the air. Santiago comes crashing down into a place where he prayed he never be. Dominik Santiago comes down unceremoniously with the back of his body on the unforgiving... Bed of Nails.

The nails waste no time digging into the flesh of Santiago, instantly ripping through his T and making their mark. -

"OH MY GOD!!!! Straight onto the bed of nails! He countered him with the Capture Suplex, tossing him over his head and straight onto those sharp nails! What a turn of events."

"Santiago was looking to hit his patent 'SKO' early but Metal Dragon obviously had other plans in mind. Like, I don't think I've ever seen anything of the kind.

"And that ain't no Sealy Posturepedic Mattress, that's a damn Bed of Nails. Those nails will put you in a hurting for sure."

"And if I had to like put money on it, that might be the nail in the coffin. Get it, nail.... in the coffin!"

-Metal Dragon lies on the canvas, his back resting on a clean part not yet painted over in bloody, his eyes staring up at the ceiling lights, and his hands on his head, the very head that contains the mind of the sicko Metal Dragon who is very much aware that he just dodged a major bullet.

Santiago on the other hand, moans like a dying dog while he grimaces in pain. His two arms lean over limply to the side touching the canvas while being scraped by the nails while the back of his body is being pierced by the nails.

After a brief moment, Santiago digs deep down, demonstrating his will power, guts and maybe even his stupidity as he slowly slides off of the 'Bed of Nails' and falls over onto the canvas face first before sliding down out of the ring and onto the concrete below.

Metal Dragon, exhausted and all, digs deep also and rolls over. His eyes that were once being mesmerized by the white lights of the ceiling, now glare down at Dominik Santiago who begins crawling over to the crowd barrier. Metal Dragon's nostalgia for inflicting pain on poor souls allows him to gain enough energy to move his body. Metal Dragon soon finds himself slipping under the bottom rope and out of the ring. His feet come down first, onto the concrete and when he is completely out of the ring he bends over and take another deep breath. The fatigue clearly is getting to both Dragon and Santiago who are both bleeding, whether from the head like Metal Dragon, or from other parts like Santiago.

Instead of immediately approaching Santiago to inflict more punishment, Metal Dragon walks over to the crowd barrier. As Santiago move away and grabs onto a side of the announce table to pull himself up, Metal Dragon stares at a "Santiago fan" who is stands up supported by his crutches. The fan stares Metal Dragon in the eye before screaming at him "YOU SUCK DRAGON". Metal Dragon simply replies with a middle finger that sends the fan over the edge. Spit come flying from out of the crowd but thankfully it misses Metal Dragon. GHW though, may not be gone out of the neck of the woods as Dragon reaches over and grabs onto the kids crutch. The disabled fan doesn't put up much of a fight and before you know it, Metal Dragon steals the kids crutch and puts GHW's name in jeopardy.

Metal Dragon scans the crutch repeatedly with a crazed look before his attention is diverted by Santiago who rises to his feet and begins to turn around. Dragon gets in his ready stance, planting his feet as if he is behind home plate. The crutch is raised into the air and slightly above and behind his shoulder. His left leg lifts up slightly off the ground before he brings it back down and commences to turn his body. Santiago, oblivious at the fact that Metal Dragon is awaiting him with his unorthodox weapon, turns around. Dragon, putting as much power as a major leaguer, brings the crutch forward before driving the side of it straight into Santiago's gut.

After the pinpoint shot that forces Santiago to grimace in pain and bend over, Metal Dragon lifts the crutch into the air and over his head, holding it almost by the tip. He then brings the back down and like a guillotine blade, the side of the crutch crashes into Santiago's bloody back. The swift shot brings Santiago to his knees while Metal Dragon backs away and brings the crutch back over his shoulder like a baseball player. Dragon moves his momentum forward before bringing the crutch forward and with all his might, cracks Santiago on the back of his dome with its side. The crutch vibrates a little while Santiago's body jerks for a moment, before he falls face first onto the concrete floor.

Dragon then raises the crutch with one arm high above his head eliciting boos from the crowd. -

"Good lord, I don't think that crutch was ever supposed to be used like that. And did you see those shots Hank, they were vicious!"

"No doctor in his right mind would ever recommend someone to beat anyone up with his crutches but we've just witnessed it tonight. All the stops will be pulled out because its life or death Malibu! And that's real drama, not like in those soap operas where someone dies and comes back in two seasons, no! This is a Steel Cross Match, where the loser of this match loses literally.

"The circumstances for a match like, have never been greater. These are desperate times right now and you know what they say... DESPERATE TIMES EQUALS DESPERATE MEASURES!

-The very ignorant, care free Metal Dragon tosses the now slightly dented crutch back at the fan whom he 'borrowed' it from before plodding over to the ring. He lifts the ring cover up and digs under there. Dragon pulls first pulls out a cheese grater followed by a splitting maul.

Dragon slides the splitting maul under the bottom rope and beside a nearby corner before lifting the grater up by its handle and carrying it over near Dominik's battered body.

Santiago leans over the announce table, his head resting on top. His rest is brought to an abrupt end as Metal Dragon snatches him by his hair and turns his body over. Santiago and Dragon now see one another eye to eye and the bloody Metal Dragon, his face in a terrible crimson mask, seeks to even the playing field a bit. He lifts the cheese grater up with both hands and brings it down attempting to rearrange his facial features with the culinary utensil.

Santiago, stuns the arena when he is able to get his hands up and protect his model face. Dragon though, refuses to give up and take no for an answer as he lifts his foot up and drives it into Santiago's chest. Dominik's leverage quickly weakens and after one last stiff kick right in the middle, he releases the grater and leaves his Hollywood bred face exposed, unprotected, open for a monster of a cheese grater shot. But the ultra violence doesn't cease there.

Metal Dragon, holding the cheese grater on Santiago face like a deranged human being, viciously slides it up, down, and across Santiago's face in a reckless fashion. The grater that rips up Santiago skin causes Dominik to release a chain of ghastly screams. The fans in the front row hold their gaping mouths as Metal Dragon continues to rip away the attractive facial features of his bitter rival. Dragon takes one more strong slide before removing the grater from Dominik's face. Blood begins dripping from the graters holes. The camera zooms in on Santiago face and reveals a terrible sight. His face, is now covered in a pool of blood. Parts of his skin such as his eyebrows and nose are scraped and removed. His lip has a strong welt on it while an open wound shaped like a long line sits in the middle of his forehead. -

"Metal Dragon must be looking to bake a homemade pizza or something because he just scraped up Santiago's face. Dominik's beautiful face has just been destroyed by that cheese grater."

"His face is most probably worse then your letting on. If it was hidden by all that blood, we could probably see his flesh. Metal Dragon has taken the word 'barbaric' to new heights and for Santiago's sake, I hope that's the only hardcore term that will be redefined tonight."

"If Dominik escapes this fight with his life, he'll need some serious plastic surgery done. "

-Metal Dragon tosses the bloody cheese grater to the concrete before gripping Santiago by his blackish brown hair and lifting him to his feet. Dragon turns him so that they are both facing the same direction before bending his head back and then snapping it forward. Santiago's head bounces awkwardly off the announce table and after Dragon releases him, Dominik uncontrollably staggers backward and into the ring apron where he almost falls over to his side.

Dragon once again grips Santiago by his hair and lifts him up to his two feet before grabbing onto his jeans and turning him towards the ring. Dragon grits his teeth and lowers the eyebrows of his bloody face before tossing Santiago back into the squared hell. Dragon quickly follows Santiago, rolling under the bottom rope.

Dragon vigorously springs up to a vertical basis before cockily walking over to the corner. He bends over while looking at Santiago who leans over and with his back, rests on the bottom out of the corner of his eyes before grabbing the splitting maul and raising it in the air. Dragon rubs the tip of the splitting maul and his facial expression intimates a feeling of astonishment.

He takes the splitting maul and practices chopping movements getting himself quickly acquainted with the deadly weapon.

He slowly drags his feet over near Santiago who had fallen off the ropes and onto his face. Dragon grabs Santiago by his head and lifts him up until he is sitting up and supported by his knees. Dragon moves closer, close enough that Santiago's bloody head touches his torso. Dragon leans Dominik's head back and places the hammer end of the splitting maul on the top of his forehead. Metal Dragon, stares at Santiago's blood, that serves as a muse, driving him to take the hardcore match up a notch.

Dragon intentions, evidently evil begin to transpire as he spreads his legs and lifts the hammer slowly up and over his head. Instead of quickly following through and putting Santiago in his place, Metal Dragon cracks a smug like grin and raises his fist in the air, taunting Santiago. Dominik, doesn't take to lightly to the mockery and out of desperation, drops his head down and with his forearm, drives it upward and crashes it in between Dragon's legs. An area that Dominik incorporated into the bout earlier. The low blow causes Metal Dragon to lean over, while dropping his splitting maul from his finger tips.

Santiago with a sudden adrenaline rush, takes advantage of the predicament, grabbing the splitting maul. He holds the bottom with both hands and with as much strength he could muster from his state, he cuts the hammer upwards driving it into Metal Dragon's jaw lifting him up.

Dragon wobbles around but does not tip over allowing Santiago to do it for him.

Dominik rises to his feet, steps backward while sliding his fingers into perfect position before charging forward and lifting the hammer up driving it straight in the middle of Dragon's bloody head knocking him over and dropping him to the canvas. Dragon's head bangs of the canvas after impact showing the crushing blow he had just taken.

Dominik slings the splitting maul to the outside as he leans on the ropes.

He watches Dragon drag his almost entire bloody carcass over to the middle of the ring where he rest it on the Steel Cross.

A lightbulb suddenly goes off in Santiago head, and his barbaric side quickly tacks over. An itch for making Metal Dragon pay for ruining his face begins to bother him forcing him to attempt to scratch it.

Dominik approaches the 'Bed of Nails' before grabbing it and turning it over so that it is upside down. Santiago then takes the plywood and places it over top Metal Dragon's bloody body. From there Santiago runs towards the ropes and when he rebounds, he quickly rolls on the ground before springing off his feet when he leans back up and into the air.

The former New Age Champ comes crashing down with all his wait straight on top of Metal Dragon who is sandwiched in between the 'Bed of Nails' and the Steel Cross. The 'Holy Shit' chants soon follow after the wicked maneuver. -

"Rolling Thunder! A Rolling Thunder onto the 'Bed of Nails'! Those nails are no doubt digging straight into the back of Metal Dragon's already worn out body. What a creative maneuver!"

"Dammit Dragon! If you weren't such a pompous ass Santiago head would have been split in two!"

"Even with that, this bout has already kicked into high gear. Both superstars are bleeding heavily and have felt the wrath of the 'Bed of Nails'!

"Not to mention Dom's already been slammed through a table and fucked up with a cheese grater. One things for sure its gonna get a lot worse for someone before their nailed to that damn Steel Cross."

"Indeed this is just the calm before the storm. I deeply fear that this match will be too gruesome to watch in the later moments."

TBC by Metal Dragon

[Hayabusa]

ooc: I love it great stuff you two

[Dominik Santiago]

OOC: 72 Hour Rule

-Santiago slides off Metal Dragon, his head dropping to the canvas first followed by the rest of his body while the Bed of Nails continue to inflict devastating damage to Metal Dragon. Santiago slowly makes it to his feet before glaring down at his fallen prey, the man he had become so acquainted with over the past months and the man he now must drive a stake through. Dominik, holds his bloody face, the face with large, deep lines prone to be infected in the later stages of the match before bending over and slowly pulling the 'Bed of Nails' from off of on top of Metal Dragon. Santiago drags the deadly weapon on the canvas floor before lifting up and heaving it over the top rope to the outside where it crashes to the floor. Santiago then turns his attention to Metal Dragon who still lies on the Steel Cross face first. His blood slowly spreads on the Cross, painting it with a dark red shade. Santiago approaches Metal Dragon while thoughts of victory swim about in the pool known as his mind along with the disturbing thoughts of murder and retribution. Santiago takes his leg and with his foot, pushes Metal Dragon's limp body off of the Steel Cross. Dragon rolls over onto his back slowly, his eyes probably barely open, covered in his own blood. Santiago though, stares down at Dragon's face and notices two splits in his facial features. One on his lip that cuts across both the top and bottom, horizontally. Blood slowly drips from the open wound. The remaining gash, a long line going vertically down Metal Dragon's head starting from the tip of the side of his hairline and going straight down, cutting through his eye brows and stopping near his eye lashes. The sight of Metal Dragon completely dismantled and disfigured surely has Santiago dying inside but serious on the out. Santiago once again turns his attention away from Metal Dragon's bloody body and refocuses on the task at hand, the nailing of someone on the Steel Cross.

Dominik struggles to lift the bloody cross up off the floor but when he finally does it, he drags it over and leans it across the nearby ropes. Dominik then stares back over at Metal Dragon who moans and slowly stirs himself before dropping down to canvas and rolling under the bottom rope to the outside.

Santiago then digs under the ring and pulls out a box of "equipment" if you will. Santiago slides the box under the bottom rope before re-entering the ring himself.

The crafty, young, cocky Santiago, who hopes he has a lot of years left to live in his life, digs through the box and pulls out a container of nails and a wooden hammer. Santiago, smiles, his white teeth that are now cracked and jagged looking, painted in a bloody red coat as he looks forward to the satisfaction of nailing Metal Dragon down the O'l fashioned way!. -

{[Malibu]}-: Hank look, Santiago wants to do it old school with the traditional hammer. This is going to be more painful looking then I had hoped.

{[Weasel]}-: Dominik is going to do it this way to get not only the ultimate pleasure and give Metal Dragon the most pain, but to make sure he has a talent left in him to use after he retires from wrestling because the winner of this match will be to emotionally corrupted to continue his career.

{[Malibu]}-: These people paid to see ultra violence not a reenactment of The Great Crucifixion!

-Santiago swings the hammer around, familiarizing himself with its different motions and uses before approaching Metal Dragon. Santiago snatches him by his hair that is shampooed and conditioned in a reddish coat before sliding him over to the cross. Dominik lays his tools over to the side before lifting Dragon up to his feet and dropping him over onto the Steel Cross while making sure that it doesn't fall over.

With Dragon positioned perfectly, Santiago grabs the hammer of dawn, the hammer of revenge, the hammer of truth along with its partner, 'Container of Nails', and holds them onto the Cross. Dominik rips the container open and grabs out a handful of nail.s He places one nail in his mouth and lays the other over top of Metal Dragon's arm that he presses tight on the Cross. Dominik then takes the hammer and turns it over placing it in the ready position before spitting his nail out and into his free hand. Dominik places the sharp point of the nail and digs it into Dragon's skin soft enough that it doesn't dig through the flesh but hard enough that it pinches his skin.

Santiago lifts the hammer backwards but before he can go on with his ceremonial attack, Metal Dragon shockingly lifts a knee up and drives it into Santiago's gut. Dragon then grabs Santiago with his free hand by the head before pulling it towards him while forcing his own forward ahead. The two bloody skulls collide, crashing into one another causing Metal Dragon to see tentative stars while Santiago staggers on his feet. Metal Dragon then shakes the cobwebs and snatches the hammer out of Santiago's clutches. Dominik wakes up from his trance and charges Metal Dragon who heads him off with a toe kick to the belly. Santiago leans over do to the well placed kick allowing Metal Dragon to turn the hammer over and with the sharp points at the end, drive it into Santiago's shoulder blade. The attack just misses Santiago's neck and a nerve point nearby but Santiago grimaces in agony and moans vociferously anyway.

Metal Dragon pulls the hammer from out of Santiago's shoulder and then turns it back over to its flat side before driving that into Santiago's bloody forehead causing the Master of The SKO, Metal Dragon's most hated opponent, to stumble over into the ropes where he leans and cries out in vain.

Dragon then takes a step back before charging like a locomotive at Santiago looking to finish him off in one swift blow. Dominik though, wills himself through the lingering, painful effects of the hammer shots and uses his in ring instincts to drop down to the canvas while pulling the ropes down with him.

Metal Dragon, whom was both running to fast to stop himself while not noticing the clever pull down, trips over the ropes and falls right over top dropping hard, almost head first to the unforgiving concrete on the outside.

Santiago slowly makes it to his feet as does his opponent, Metal Dragon who rises up with his back turned to the ring behind him. Santiago takes the opportunity to rebound off the set of ropes behind him before shooting through the middle rope and to the outside. He crashes into Metal Dragon's back forcing his momentum forward causing him to crash onto the announce table. The impact causes Metal Dragon to leave his feet and flop on top of the table where he slides down into the laps of the announcers.

The announcers move Metal Dragon back up onto the announce table before moving their cables around and getting back their signal. -

"Talking about seeing the action first hand, I think I have some of his blood on my jeans! Ewww, disgusting!

"Haha! I always thought I'd have to step into the ring with someone to feel their blood on my finger tips but I guess I was wrong. I'll just wait for Santiago to suicide dive them right into my lap! "

-Santiago slowly gets to his feet before spitting out a wad of blood. He wipes some off of his eyes so that he can see better before dragging his feet over to the ring apron. Santiago looks over at Metal Dragon who is laid out backfirst on the announce table before digging under the ring and dragging out a fan favorite object which had already been introduced to the arena... a wooden table.

But that's not all Santiago discovers! Dominik Santiago brings back GHW a bottle of Iodine, Matches and Lighter Fluid from his escapade.

Santiago, places his material over on the side before dragging the table over a few inches across from the announce table. He unfolds the table, setting it up before grabbing his supplies. First he opens the container of lighter fluid before emptying its contents all over the top of the table. Next comes the box of matches which he opens and takes three out. The two matches fail to work but the third is the charm. A small fire ball sits on the tip of the match before Santiago tosses it onto the table. A huge blaze then ignites heating up the cold arena and hopefully warming the hearts of the non-compassionate competitors.

Santiago then grabs the iodine bottle, and removes the cap off before pouring over onto the ground. About 1/4 of the bottle is left and Santiago uses that half to torture Metal Dragon.

The barbaric former New Age Champion empties the remains of the bottle of Metal Dragon's face and chest causing him to scream over the top of his lungs. Metal Dragon's front burns but if you ask Santiago, that would feel like water compared to the burning he intends to place on MD.

Dominik then joins Metal Dragon on top of the announce table before lifting him up slowly by his head to his feet. Dominik then reaches under the near arm of Dragon, across his chest, and under his far arm, while placing his other hand on the back of Dragon holding him in place. Santiago raises his free hand into the air and points out into the crowd who gets on their feet.

But just as Dominik was about to finish Metal Dragon off, giving him the most brutal fatality, Dragon pops Santiago in the back of the head three times, hard with his elbow causing Santiago to loosen his grip enough for Metal Dragon to escape.

Metal Dragon then grabs Santiago by his hair and leans him over before driving one knee after the other into his bloody face.

Each knee strike causes Santiago's legs to jelly up even more and after the last one, Santiago drops to his knees.

From that point on, Metal Dragon is in complete control of Santiago and his destiny.

Dragon grapples Santiago's bent over head before lifting him up with an elbow that he slips under. The European Uppercut, 'cuts' Santiago up causing him to wobble off balance. Dominik sits on the tip of the announce table, his hands waving around while his bloody face looks back at the blazing inferno of a burning table which he for some demented reason introduced to the playing field.

Metal Dragon though, doesn't allow Santiago to get off that easy as he reels him by grabbing one of his waving arms. As Santiago comes forward, Dragon grabs him in between his legs and places his other arm on his shoulder before turning him upside down.

Instead of just dumping him like some of the fans anticipated, Dragon drops him to his feet but grasps around Santiago's head keeping it intact.

With Dominik bent in an awkward position, Metal Dragon begins shifting so that he and Santiago are on the same angle with the burning table and the announce table.

The arm around Dom's head slowly slides down to around his neck before the biceps press up against his throat. Metal Dragon continues to squeeze his adversary's neck viciously tight while slowly tip toeing over onto the announce tables edge.

Metal Dragon then screams out "Bonvoyage" to his opponent before leaping off of the announce table and turning his position in mid air so that his back faces the burning table and his front, the spectating arena and announce crew.

Metal Dragon comes down onto the burning table while driving Dominik Santiago's head into the fiery abyss. The table gives way and cracks into a thousand pieces as the two rivals lay right next to one another, squirming and screaming due to the blaze that burns through their flesh.

The fans all around the arena all stand on their feet, some waving towels and flags around and whether for Metal Dragon or Santiago, the whole arena erupts into "HOLY SHIT" chants. -

"Scoop Up Sleeper Drop! The Scoop Up Sleeper Drop off our very own announce table and through that burning table! Santiago dug his own grave and Metal Dragon was the one to put him through it! "

Holy Fucking, Shit! Like, I can't believe what the hell I just witnessed. Metal Dragon just drove Santiago through that burning table Hank! There is no way Santiago wins this match now!

Guess he thought he was gonna get Metal Dragon comfortable with blazing fires before he sends him down South. Nonetheless, Metal Dragon turned the tables on Santiago and what a way to do it with the Scoop Up: Sleeper Drop! Totally amazing!

TBC