Solid Core Title Match: Matt vs Dom (Hardcore)

[Darnez FC]

The crowd, still electric after the forgone conclusion of the Television Title match, ready themselves for the next contest; The Solid Core Title match between the challenger, Dominik Santiago and the current champion, Matt "The Saint" Campton. Suddenly, a fireworks display goes off on the stage area, with many of the explosions being utterly random and appearing to be serving no purpose whatsoever. Immediately after the pyro display finishes, "Gold Medal" by Trademarc hits the speakers, and a rather anxious looking Matthew Campton emerges from behind the Backstage Curtain, Title draped across his right shoulder, not really looking prepared for this bout. The fans, as per usual, boo the individual, not wanting him to feel welcome at the Pay-Per-View in the slightest. The angst-ridden Matthew quickly shuffles down the stage area, wanting to get this entrance complete as soon as possible.

Lizzie Morna:
"Ladies and gentleman, this is our second title match of the evening, a hardcore match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, he is the champion. He weighs in tonight at two-hundred pounds. He hails from Perth, Australia! He is the current Solid Core Champion, he is, Matt "The Saint" Campton!"

Ray White:
"I never thought it was possible but, we might have found someone who can rival Darnez FC's sexiness. Just look at him, all built like that. If he didn't look like such a worry-wart, he might possibly be one of the sexiest-looking men alive!"

Jimmy Pate:
"Yes well, whatever his sexiness level is, he doesn't look to be the usual cocky, joke-pulling member of Doom Desire that he is on Saturday Nights, probably because, unlike on SNK, he doesn't seem to have any backup here tonight"

Ray White:
"Pfft no, thats not the reason JP. Hes simply got big event nerves thats all"

Jimmy Pate:
"Well he better shake those nerves off soon, otherwise Dominik will make short work of him"

The Saint, now within the confides of the ring, raises his arm up into the air, signaling that he will be victorious in this contest, although the look of sheer angst across his face tells a different story. He hands the Solid Core Title over to the referee and awaits the arrival of his opponent for tonight, The Lord of the Flies, Dominik Santiago.

TBC Dom

[Dominik Santiago]

A jittery Matt Campton stood in the midst of the squared hell, his nerves, pointed out by Ray White clear and obvious, having butterflies vomit in his stomach as his biggest and most sadistic challenge drew nearer. Campton took a gander at the Solid Core Title, watching it sparkle brilliantly, hoping to calm himself down and reassure himself that he beat top competition to get where he was today. His attempt failed however, as they lights suddenly shut off, draping the arena in an eerie darkness. After the brief moment of anticipation, the tron flickered to life, all eyes in the Sold Out venue turning to it.

The feed showed Dominik Santiago, he was holding his Thumbtack Chair, one he had inherited almost, after his tentative alliance with Metal Dragon. The Hardcore Assassin was dawned in a leather jacket, he wore a black t-shirt with the "Lamb of God" logo, denim shorts and combat boots, his attire odd and certainly differen than his usual shorts and wifebeater. Dominik began laughing hysterically, before his chuckling came to an abrupt end, a psychotic smirk not situated on his arrogant mug before he addressed the crowd.

"Everything suffocates in the dust of past
fortunes squandered
the empire of lies to whom you pandered
Suffer a self-imposed exile, taste the bitter
fruits of denial"

"In the presence of greatness the humble can only bow
Frost on the breath of life
Empty of warmth or light
Full of nothing but deprivation
Eternal Winter"

"Tell me a lie with the best of intentions
Mute in the age of mass communication
Dark days lead to darker nights
Frozen, out of time
Id dies for blessed ego, the once mighty laid low
Frost on the breath of life
Empty of warmth or light
Full of nothing but deprivation
You taught hate, Ill teach you fear
Open the eyes, kill despair
Your tried to squeeze the life from me
Son of bitch, Im going to break you"

Dominik paused, the Thumbtack Chair now coated in black being hoisted and pointed at the camera.

"Matt I'm sorry to say, but tonight, you won't be having your traditional hardcore match, or whatever you might think that is. No, tonight you meet the true Hardcore Genius, the King of Deathmatches, the Hardcore Assassin, the Lord of the Flies, and the Master of the Ultra Violent Arts."

"Tonight we meet in the Shattered Dreams, where the only this ends, is via pinfall. Your "dream" Campton, is simple. You want to make it out of here alive. Forget about retaining the Solid Core Championship, you only want to leave out of here without the assistance of a stretcher. Well tonight my friend, I'm going to shatter that dream, and end you once and for all."

"This is your Doom, and it is MY DESIRE."

"You are the lamb, and for each and every glass shard that pierces your skin, you'll understand who GOD really is."

The feed was reduced to static before going dead, the arena once again going dark. Slowly a spotlight shined down on the ramp, where the curtains were split. EVPW staff came rushing out, in their clutches, one held an 8 foot ladder, before a trashcan filled with lighttubes was seen. There was a clean container housing an assortment of lightbubles, and finally, one holding a barbed wire coil made it's way down to the squared hell. They were set around the ring, all 4 lines of weaponry having it's own station, it's own ring post. The men slowly disappeared, a look of concern on the face of Matt Campton before he was startled once again, this time by the voice of his adversary alone.

"So Let the slaughtering begin!"

"Killing Fields" by Slayer was the last dagger in the proverbial coffin of fear laid before Matt Campton, as the double bass druming with all it's glorous energy and the heavy metal guitars caused the champion to become more uneasy. The curtains once again parted ways, and then emerged the challenger, Dominik Santiago, holding two weapons of choice aside from those provided earlier, the Thumbtack Chair, and a wooden baseball bat with chunks of glass glued and taped to it ensuring excruciating pain for the sorry sap to come it's path.

"YOU KNOW THE FEELING
WHEN ADRENELINE TAKES CONTROL
CAN'T BEAT THE RUSH
THAT LEAVES A SUICIDAL HOLD"

Dominik dropped to one knee, leaning his head forward, his black hair jumping front of his face blocking it from the glares of the crowd before Dominik slowly raised his weapons, crossing them slightly, forming an 'X', the sight, his gesture alone sending a chill down the spines of those unlucky to be seated in the front row. But they're fear wasn't as great as the champion, who almost quivering in the ring, palms sweaty, flesh becoming all too cold and clammy, his knees bucked as his eyes grew weary, barely remaining fixated on the Hardcore Assassin who rose to his feet.

"INSTINCT SPARES NO ONE
DESTROYING THE HUMAN HEART
THE TASTE OF BLOOD
CAN RIP YOUR SOUL APART"

Lizzie Morna: "Introducing the challenger, he hails from the catacombs of Hollywood California, he stands at 6 foot 2, weighs in at 225 pounds and was the fomer, and longest reigning Television Champion in EVPW history. Ladies and Gentlemen, the Lord of the Flies and the Hardcore Asssassin, he is DOMINIK SANTIAGO!"

"ACTION REACTION
BLOOD LINE IS NOT IMMUNE
TO THE DEPTH OF THE HUMAN NATURE
INSIDE ME AND YOU A SOCIOPATH WITH EMPTY EYES
AND NO SOUL
PARANOID PSYCHOTIC HEART OF STONE
MY BLOOD RUNS COLD"

As the next line is uttered, the Asssassin rises to his feet, beginning his march to the ring, smiling his sinister grin, ignoring the fans either reaching for him, sitting back in horror or disgust, or booing him fiercely.

"EVILS OF PASSION
CAN DRIVE REASON TO EXTREMES
LOVE, HATE, AND MURDER
TEMPORARY INSANITY"

"ON THE EDGE OF
A DEMENTED MIND
EMOTIONAL
PAIN IS A DEADLY REALITY"

"A CHOICE IS MADE OF FREE WILL
JUST LIKE THE CHOICE TO KILL
DECISIONS TO LOSE CONTROL
MY SELF-DESTRUCTIVE RATIONALE"

The Hardcore Assassin slid into the ring, the chaotic lighting setting coming to normal as Santiago quickly sprung to his feet. The Hardcore Assassin tossed his weapons aside, the bat landing in the nearest corner, his chair falling beside his feet as he stared across the ring at Matt Campton, as the tune came to a end.

A CHOICE IS MADE OF FREE WILL
JUST LIKE THE CHOICE, THE CHOICE TO KILL,
IN THE SPEED OF THE MOMENT
LIFE STANDS STILL, NOW YOUR STANDING IN MY KILLING FIELD

The bell chimed thrice after the song off of Slayer's "Divine Intervention" album came to a close. Matt Campton to a deep breath, before gritting his teeth. He charged forward, Dominik smiling at the imcoming threat before dashing forward himself. The tension that filled the arena was cut, and the "Shattered Dreams" quickly commenced.

Jimmy Pate: "Where in Santiago's dominion. Matt Campton will need every dirty trick his brother has taught him to retain his championship!"

Ray White: "Matt is so sexy, but Santiago is so right. Survival is the most important thing tonight. They call Dom the Hardcore Assassin for a reason Jimmy, and not a good one!"

Jimmy Pate: "Yeah, he shortens careers and permenately assinates your spirit and heart!"

Ray White: "No, it's everytime he wrestles, he wears a dreadful wardrobe and smells like a bull. I can't begin to tell how I can't already wait for the bell again."

Jimmy Pate: "Yeah, you and Matt Campton both!"

TBCB Matt Campton

(Need to edit for grammar later. Got something real important to do. Good luck)

[Darnez FC]

The deranged Dominik Santiago, reaching for his sick creation, the thumbtack chair, as he lurches forward, managing to pick it up successfully and begin brandishing it like a maniac. He charges toward his polar opposite, The Saint, Matt Campton, who, unlike the Lord of the Flies, has absolutely no weapon in hand as he dashes toward his foe. Dominik, looking to end the match before it can even get truly underway, swings the twisted metal object he holds in his meaty hands in the direction of Matthew's skull. Campton, somewhat anticipating this maneuver, ducks the wild swing just in time, getting his head down low before bouncing off of the nearby ropes, gaining ever-needed momentum as he does so. The Hardcore Assassin, sticking to the same tactic, swings the modified steel chair in the route of Matt Campton, looking to catch him on the rebound. Matthew Campton, being the quick thinker that he is, again manages to duck his head in time, looking to gain even more velocity in his run by pushing himself off of the next set of ropes. However, much to his dismay, these ropes are the ones laced with Barb-Wire, as per the stipulation that is the Shattered Dreams match. The Australian Native manages to stop his movement just in time, not even scratching the surface of the Barb-Wire ropes. As he attempts to return his attention to the Catacomb dwelling Dominik Santiago, he ponders what his Hardcore Opponent would do next. So as he turns around, much like he had thought, he sees the Hardcore Assassin, Thumbtack Chair raised above his head, looking to Annihilate his somewhat frightened opponent with one blow. He swings the devil-weapon downward, hoping to connect with the skull of The Saint, however, Matthew's anticipation skills seem to be well developed, as he quickly slides down and underneath the legs of the Lord of the Flies, causing the Thumbtack chair to instead come into contact with the Barb-Wire ropes, and thus get caught in them in the process.

Jimmy Pate:
"Interesting tactics displayed by Matt Campton here. Instead of just charging at the more experienced Dominik, he ducks and avoids the Californian's shots, perhaps causing frustration to build up within the Hardcore Assassin"

Ray White:
"See, what'd I tell ya? The FC family are a bunch of wrestling geniuses JP!"

Jimmy Pate:
"I wouldn't say that Ray, I mean, Campton can't keep this up forever, he will have to attack Santiago sometime"

Ray White:
"And when he does, it'll be when Dominik isn't expecting it! Damn, I love the FC family, I may just have to marry them both!"

Jimmy Pate:
"Keep it in your pants Ray, this match has only just started, things could always take a turn for the worse for one of your future husbands"

Ray White:
"And if it does, I have that smelly Dominik to blame, seriously, that guy needs to shower, or at least wear clothes that flatter him, geez"

Jimmy Pate:
"This isn't a fashion parade Ray, this is a wrestling match, and in a wrestling match, it doesn't matter what you wear, but what you can do"

Ray White:
"I know what i'd like to do right now..."

Jimmy Pate:
"Oh god! One minute into the match and your mind is already set on having sex with one of the competitors! You need some help, seriously"

Ray White:
"Homophobe"

As JP and Ray White continue to argue about things that have nothing to do about the current match at hand, Dominik Santiago is beginning to have problems of his own. His errant chair shot has caused his favorite weapon to be entangled in Barb-Wire, and his attempts at wrestling the weapon out of the predicament begin to become more futile by the second, with each movement of the weapon causing it to become more entangled than it was a second ago. Meanwhile, unbeknowest to the Lord of the Flies, Matthew Campton has been stalking him, much like Darnez FC would, preparing to hit him with a high-impact move. He creeps up behind the man from California, being especially careful as to make his footsteps as quiet as possible, not wanting to alert the Hardcore Assassin. Once he gets into position, the Saint props himself up from his sneaking stance and swiftly hooks his right arm underneath the right arm of his psychotic rival, before quickly swinging his entire body backward, looking to suplex the Lord of the Flies over him in the Half-Nelson position. The move is a success, with the Californian's shoulders landing onto the ring mat with impact. However, much to the dismay of Campton, and the complete indifference of the crowd, Santiago manages to roll through the move and get back to a vertical base before Matt can. This proves problematic for the Australian, who just comes to this realisation as he is struck in the face with a hard right hand, knocking him back to the canvas immediately. Dominik, not wanting to play anymore "games", decides to ignore the Thumbtack Chair and instead opt to use a different weapon, one of which is a staple for this match-type, a lighttube. He moves over toward the trashcan which houses these violent weapons, before pulling one out. He eyes the weapon with sick delight, imagining the dastardly things he could do with the device. Deciding in the end to be a traditionalist, he walks over to the Saint, who is on a knee, still trying to fully recover from the stiff right hand he took a moment ago. The Lord of the Flies, not even giving his inexperienced opponent a chance to return to a vertical stance, propels the Lighttube within his cold hands toward the spine of Matthew, exploding upon impact. The Saint, not used to matches of such a hardcore nature, falls into a state of shock, the pain of the weapon shattering on his back unlike any pain his has experienced before. Before collapsing in a heap on the canvas however, he feels his arms, in which he currently has little control over due to his state of mind, being hooked behind his back. He then feels his body being lifted into the air, of which is still filled with lighttube matter, before being slammed, face-first, into the unforgiving canvas below, courtesy of The Assassin, Dominik Santiago.

Jimmy Pate:
"Matt is in real trouble here, Dominik has gained full control of this bout, and if he keeps it, The Saint will find himself permanently grounded soon enough"

Ray White:
"This isn't fair! Matt isn't used to these style of matches. He used to a more traditional type of match, y'know, where weapons aren't allowed to be used!"

Jimmy Pate:
"If he wanted those types of matches, he shouldn't have joined EVPW in the first place, let alone become a champion"

Ray White:
"Its not his fault hes just so gosh-darn talented JP. He wouldn't be champion if he didn't win the battle royal at Ragnarok"

Jimmy Pate:
"Well its too late now. Hes the Solid Core Champion, and that means he has a giant target on his back. Its just bad luck for him that his first challenger for the title was the Hardcore Assassin, Dominik Santiago, who has just crawled into a pin cover!"

Just as JP had said, Dominik Santiago has now initiated a Pin Attempt, looking to claim victory so early in the contest. The crowd, still split on who to cheer for, decide to chant the count along with the referee anyway, just to get themselves involved somewhat.
One...
Two...At two, somewhat expectantly, Matt Campton manages to roll his left shoulder off of the canvas, keeping the match alive. The Hardcore Assassin, expecting this outcome, doesn't let the kick-out get to him, instead looking to continue his offensive assault as soon as possible. He grabs at the brown hair of The Saint, his talon-like fingers wrapping themselves tightly around every single hair follicle that lands within their grabbing range. He then drags his still shocked opponent over toward the set of ring ropes that aren't coiled in Barb-Wire, placing Campton's neck across the middle-rope. The longest reigning champion in EVPW history then shuffles back, almost all the way to the Barb-Wire ropes, only stopping when he feels his shirt get caught on one of the edges of the Barb. He clips his shirt off of the Barb before charging in the direction of the Saint, whose neck is still straddled upon the middle rope, prior to launching his entire body off of the canvas like a rocket, the distance he gets almost causing him to get some accolades from the crowd, almost. Santiago's full body weight then comes crashing down upon the back of the neck of the Australian Native, crushing his windpipe in the process. Matt's body slowly slithers off of the middle rope and back onto the cold canvas, still at the total mercy of the Hardcore Assassin, Dominik Santiago.

Jimmy Pate:
"Things just continue to get worse for Matt Campton, with the interior of his neck possibly crushed, the sheer pain of it all never ceasing within his body for even a second"

Ray White:
"This is why I hate these types of matches JP. The sexy always come out mutilated, and the ugly always come out looking the same"

Jimmy Pate:
"Are you suggesting that EVERY hardcore-style wrestler is ugly Ray?"

Ray White:
"Well, they didn't start off ugly, but over time, most of them felt the curse of these blasted monstrosities, before becoming as ugly as their opponents of the past"

Jimmy Pate:
"Yeah well, every wrestler, attractive or not, knows that they're getting into when they join this business, and if they don't, they're quickly sent straight out the door"

The man who dwells within the Catacombs, Dominik Santiago, completely in control of this match, looks to inflict as much pain as possible to his Saint-like opponent before bringing the bout to an end. He peers down at his squirming adversary, still clutching at his crushed throat, and decides to utilise more weapons in this here contest to cause as much dastardly damage as he possibly can. He again ignores the entangled Thumbtack chair and heads over toward one of the goody-filled trashcans. This time the one filled with lightbulbs takes his fancy. He reaches into the bulb containing can and, before even a second can pass, pulls out one lightbulb. Obviously not wanting to inflict the full extent of the pain upon his poor opponent that he is capable of inflicting yet, he simply opts to use this singular glass filament as his weapon of choice for the time-being. He saunters over toward the pain-induced Matt Campton, still struggling to breathe at this point, and as if he performs the act daily, rather nonchalantly breaks the lightbulb over The Saint's skull, causing further damage to the cranium of the Australian. Matthew, the pain factor escalating within him with every move and weapon shot Dominik lands on him, lies, looking quite knocked out, on the canvas floor, not moving at all, the pain factor becoming too much for him. The Lord of the Flies, taking some sick pleasure in this sight, takes his time with his next maneuver, slowly walking over toward an empty corner before, quite turtle-like in the speed he does the act in, pulling himself into the top-rope from the inside. Now standing at the top of the turnbuckle, his back to the ring, the Deranged Dominik looks to execute the aerial moves he is so adept at using. He pushes himself off of the turnbuckle with his feet, flipping his body in midair once, looking to hit a Moonsault on the downed Saint. However, much to the surprise of everyone, including Dominik, Matt Campton is able to roll out of the way of the flying Assassin, causing Santiago to land, belly-first, on the hard canvas below, driving the wind right out of him. With both men now down, the match could go either way, yet it appears as if the Californian will make it to his feet first, managing to push his torso off of the canvas before Matthew can even begin to think of pushing himself to get back to a Vertical Base.

Jimmy Pate:
"That was VERY lucky for Matt Campton. Dominik, showing some cocky characteristics in his delay of using the Moonsault cost himself the advantage in this bout"

Ray White:
"Now sexy Matty boy has to somehow get back to his feet first, or his avoidance of the Moonsault will have all been for naught"

TBC Dominik

[Dominik Santiago]

The Hardcore Assassin had climbed to his feet first, his arms wrapped around his torso due to his failed Moonsault attempt. He moved forward, attempting to grapple the rising Solid Core Champion, but Campton had other plans, pushing forward, driving his shoulder blade into the challenger's belly. Santiago stumbled backward as the air sputtered from his mouth. While the Californian was doubled over, Campton charged at him, seeking to take the initiative and gain retribution for the pain he had endured thus far. As the champion closed in, the 6 foot 2 former Television Champion wrapped his arms around his opponent's waist before bending him and in one fluid motion, Santiago lifted Campton upside down, but his desire to extirpate the Solid Core Champion was averted, as the dexterous Australian wrapped his feet around Santiago's neck, commencing to drop to the canvas, using his leg strength to coerce Dominik forward, sending his momentum into the barbed wire. The shrieks are vehement, as Dominik desperately tries to break free from the barbed wire's grasp as they dig through his flesh. After the momentary struggle, Dom escapes, climbing to his feet, wincing in agony and in excruciating pain. As he careens forward, Matt Campton rises to a vertical base, further capitalizing on his brief offense, leaping off the canvas and burying his feet into the chest of his adversary, using the force and momentum to flip backward, crashing to his knee, once again sending Santiago into the barbed wire.

The Assassin pulls from the barbed wire before collapsing on the floor, beginning to convulse due to the agonizing trauma, Matt Campton somewhat triumphant after his onslaught.

Ray White: "Dominik's all shook up! He's was caught in those wires like a needle in a hay stack! You'd have to be an imbecile to get tangled in it. "

JP: "Easy to make those claims sitting all the way over here."

Ray White: "Be that as it may, Campton is moving in on victory and after he wins tonight, Darnez becomes Dragon's Rage Champion, and we party like it's 09!"

JP: "One match at a time Mr. White, one at a time."

The challenger is still writhing in pain, on the receiving end of a beating at the hands of the Australian champion who saunters to the nearby corner. Campton takes a deep breath, his fear almost completely wiped away as he suddenly begins glowing with a ray of confidence. As he scales the turnbuckle, he waits for Dom to make it back to his feet. As he does, Campton turns, leaping back toward his antagonist, soaring through the air, the sight of his flight astonishing to say the least. Much to Campton's chagrin, Santiago leaps off the canvas, bringing his knees inward, extending back outward at the last moment, driving his boots into the helpless, plummeting Solid Core Champion's solar plexus, repulsing the champion, sending him falling unceremoniously onto the canvas.

While Campton wrenches with anguish, the Hardcore Assassin slowly reaches a vertical base, the back of his hand sliding across his forehead wiping sweat away as he stands towering over his foe and glaring at him following his impressive counter. Dominik plods to the nearest trashcan, this one happening to house the lightbulbs. Santiago grabs a handful of bulbs and carries them into th center of the ring before dropping them to the mat. Campton finally stirs to his feet, the pain causing him great distress as he obliviously walks into the waiting arms of the sinister Californian. Dominik hastily attacks, wrapping his arms in between Matt's legs and and behind him before lifting him upside down, turning and dumping him, viciously slamming him straight on top the bulbs with all his might. The bulbs explode on impact, the audience contorting their face squeamishly at the sight, as the Solid Core Champion squirms due to the tormenting pain.

"Bodyslam right onto the bulbs, one trademark of this barbaric match, created from the mind of Matthew Oliveira."

"This Shattered Dreams Match, like the Thumbtack Chair, is Matthew's brainchild, and it's no secret Santiago is making a mockery of it."

"Dominik is as twisted as they come. I don't doubt for a second that he's ripping Matthew and Metal Dragon, but surely his agenda tonight is to win the Solid Core Championship."

"And disfigure Matt's beautiful face making it as ugly as his own."

The Hardcore Assassin takes a step back before rolling forward, springing off his feet and launching himself into the air. Just before he crashes downward, Campton evades the maneuver, rolling away, preventing any more damage to his battered body and causing the Hardcore Assassin to crash into the glass shards. Dom's body jerks, the glass ripping through his flesh. After circumventing the Rolling Thunder attack, Campton slithers on his belly toward Santiago's nearby Thumbtack Chair, the weapon he received as a gift during his brief tenure of friendship with Metal Dragon. As Santiago staggers to his feet, Campton dashes forward, chucking the chair, the object clashing against the face of the Hardcore Assassin. The blast resonates throughout his head and the tacks dig into his flesh, sticking to him like a board as he stumbles into the corner.

Campton gritted his teeth and rose to his feet, glowing with a new sense of aplomb, as he charged toward the corner. With every once of strength, Santiago swung his legs up level to his head, his feet meeting the jaw of the 6'9 Australian, sending him tottering out of the corner, stunned and stupefied. With Campton on the verge of collapsing, Santiago slightly clenched his eyes, his sole purpose now to decimate Darnez FC's younger sibling. As Dominik sprints out of the corner, accelerating quickly, as if he had been fired from a cannon, his feet stamping hard on the canvas with purpose, Matt Campton went on the offensive, his grogginess feigned. The actor rolled forward, swinging his legs and maliciously driving his boot into Santiago's skull. The longest reigning champ in EVPW history was dropped quicker than a hiccup, and like a bad habit, as both men lie motionless on the canvas.

"No need to be hardcore Campton, just be elusive."

"He should get respect points for each tooth he just kicked down Santiago's throat with that Wheel Kick."

"Too bad you don't know much mathematics."

"But I can count all the hot bods. There's one and it belongs to the champ!"

Matt Campton leans up and takes a deep breath, slowly rolling out of the ring under the barbed wire before collapsing onto the concrete. The fatigued Cruiserweight took some time to regain his stamina and composure before grabbing the nearby pane of glass. Campton slid it into the ring before himself, rising to his feet putting his newest plan into motion as Santiago slowly regained his bearings. Campton hoisted the glass pane off the canvas before lying it vertically against the wires. Campton had a feeling of determination come over him, the anxiety and fear no longer holding his soul victim. The eyes of the Australian were burning with a desire to push the challenger to his breaking point, and torture him as he did his opponents. As Dominik recovered and recuperated from the previous blow, Campton advanced to his position before clasping Santiago's hand with his own, attempting to pull him forward. Dominik held his ground, exploiting his size and strength advantage as Matt Campton continued to pull, but to no avail. Dominik suddenly pulled Matt in, releasing his hand before swinging his arm through the atmosphere. The Perth Australian ducked the arm, before draping his far arm across Santiago's chest, grabbing hold of him and swinging around the back of his body. Campton trapped Dom's head in his free armpit, coming up in front of him, having his challenger at his mercy before falling backward, planting his foe skull first into the mat with a vigorous force. The now callous champion immediately and expeditiously rolled Santiago over to a supine position, before hooking his leg for the pinfall following the pernicious DDT.

"1!"

"2!"

Just before the third count, Santiago managed to roll a shoulder over, breaking up the pinfall. The result had Campton seething, as the rage and frustration suddenly manifested in him at that very instant, as he shoved the zebra clad official. The ref became livid as well, brandishing two fingers, waving them before the Australian's eyes, the utterance of "TWO" by the referee only seeming to make Campton that much more livid. The tantrum being thrown by the 19 year old proved his immaturity and wrestling incompetency, as he allowed Santiago to once again convalesce. When Campton finally turned his attention to the task at hand, Santiago was already in position to strike, lifting to his feet before thrusting his leg forward, burying is boot into his smaller foe's gut, forcing his body to wrinkle and eventually causing him to double over. Dominik further abused his adversary, snatching Campton by his brown hair, gripping it tightly and with disdain. He suddenly lifted his leg before bending it, a maleficent knee strike executed by the Hardcore Assassin as he blasted Campton in his face, rearranging his pretty bot like facial features and forcing his knees to buckle.

Dominik stared at the gleaming pane of glass at the other side of the ring, before a sinister grin etches across his mug. The former T.V. champion grips the rim of Campton's trunks, and with his hair still clutched in his hand he charged forward, dragging the champ along for the ride. Dominik suddenly tossed his foe forward, sending him airborne, cutting through the atmosphere like a torpedo. Campton was driven through the pane, the glass shattering on impact, scattering across the ring, but the crash was only the beginning of his trauma, as the deleterious crash left him entangled in the barbed wire.

"CRASH AND BURN! Campton was tossed through that glass pane!"

"He had a fender bender with the glass, only I can't decide which had the worse of it."

"Ask the barbed wire, because the champion is trapped in it. Hey, didn't you say you have to be stupid to..."

"Pump your breaks sparky, you can quote me after the champ prevails."

TBCB Matt Campton

[Darnez FC]

OOC: Feel free to post again Dom. School has been bogging me down this week so I haven't had much of an opportunity to make anything of a post.

I should be able to reply on the weekend.

[Dominik Santiago]

The arena was desiccate; the spectators were overcome with a sense of fright and terror as they placed their weary eyes on the ring. They peered at Matt Campton apprehensively, as the Solid Core Champion was shrouded in a glassy coat, all the while being embraced by the flesh piercing barbed wire. And as the battered champion laid in what seemed to be his tomb, interred and inert, his challenger was leaned over, groggy but hyperventilating, a smug grin on his face; clearly satisfied was the Hardcore Assassin, who finally lifted up completely, holding a fist in the air, the arena suddenly gaining back it's vigor, exhibited by the vociferous sound of their enmity fueled vehemence. Dominik had slowed down his breathing, commencing to plod to Campton who has begun to stir, managing to free himself from his barbed wire prison and roll to a remotely comfortable position on the canvas. The Hardcore Assassin leaned over, gripping Campton by his smooth, brown hair, before dragging him into the center of the ring. Amid the hatred and jeers, Dominik dropped to his knees, collapsing onto the body of the champion, burying his forearm into his face, and in a blatant display of irreverence, he began to grind it across his mug, whilst lifting the Campton's nearest leg. The referee slid to the mat, his arm swinging into the air beginning his three counts.

"1!"

"2!"

Much to the challenger's chagrin, Matt Campton mustered enough strength to kick out, rolling his shoulder, freeing his celebrity face from the hold of the disrespectful Californian. But Dominik refused to allow is foe time to recuperate. Santiago quickly seized Campton's nearest leg, before lifting his own up, only to plunge it through the air and drive it into Matt's leg. He followed up with a second and a third stomp, with neither blow from the trio lacking in malice. Dominik slowly stepped over Campton's leg, attempting a submission which opened the flood gates for champion, as he drove his free boot into the arse of his challenger, sending him forward. Dom was unable to stop his momentum, as he tripped forward, helplessly falling into the second level of barbed wire. Matt Campton capitalized on his opportunity to recover, slowly rolling under the barbed wire, and exiting the squared hell. Campton walked limply at first, and only after gaining the feeling back in his leg did he begin his onslaught. He climbed halfway onto the apron, before further pulling down the challenger across the barbed wire. Dominik groaned loudly, but the pain he was feeling was only minimal compared to the agony he would endure later. Campton began unloading on the forehead of the Hardcore Assassin, his fist smashing across Dom’s flesh relentlessly, each shot stiffer than the preceding. After the punching barrage, Santiago was left lying on the barbed wire and motionless with his body hanging halfway across the apron. Matt Campton slowly lifted up the ring cover, dragging out a ladder, before setting it up a few feet away from his adversary. With his back to the ladder, Campton began ascending up the rungs, his climb finally coming to a cease about halfway up the 8 foot ladder. Campton sneered down at an incognizant Dominik Santiago, who was coping with a massive migraine and who remained a prisoner of the barbed wire.

Campton set out to free Santiago of his confinement, smiling snobbishly, and hoisting his arms in the air with pride. Despite being aligned with Darnez FC and the Mysterious Woman, the crowd began roaring frantically, cheers of “This Is Awesome” heard in the outskirts of the venue, as Campton dropped his arms, only to suddenly dive off the ladder. In mid air the Solid Core Champion gracefully and adroitly flipped forward, falling through the air like a comet crashing through the atmosphere, extending his leg as he crashed atop the head of his adversary. The two competitors were left sprawling on the frigid concrete.

Jimmy Pate: “That Somersault Leg drop made the trip all the way from Houston, to From The Ashes tonight, leaving the superstars quite hung over. I can’t begin to tell you what it takes to achieve such a feat.”

Ray White: “A lot of skill, some luck, elbow grease, and a ton of love. Unconditional love that I have for Matt Campton and it’s evident that he feeds off of it.”

Jimmy Pate: “I know this will haunt me, but do you have any love for the challenger after he just was decapitated?”

Ray White: “Dom's backside is a masterpiece, but he’s as cold as the other side of the pillow. He’d cross me during the pelvic thrusting and with my back turned, how could I protect myself? It’s life over pleasure Jimmy!”

Matt Campton slowly climbed to his feet, his body was bruised, face scarred and bloody due to the incredible beating he had received, but he seemed to have settled the score, as his opponent was seemingly dehabilitated. Matt Campton stumbled to the time keeper’s table, directed traffic as he grabbed two steel chairs off the nearest rack. The Solid Core Champion tossed one chair toward the announce table, unfolding the other, setting it right before the eyes of the commentators. As grabbed the second, Dominik Santiago began to stir, much to his dismay. The former Television Champ’s head was titled lopsidedly; his back and shoulders were rounded, his hair draped over his face. The champion caught his prey with his peripheral vision, holding the steel chair playfully, but approaching cautiously. Matt Campton cocked the chair across his body, skulking behind Dominik before hastily swinging it through the atmosphere. The chair clashed against the skull of the Hollywood resident, and the force sent him airborne, his flight coming to a quick end as he fell across the announce table. Campton smiled a smug smirk as he held the chair tightly in his clutches; his body was still vibrating from the blow itself and the shot echoed throughout the arena. As the blast reverberated throughout Santiago’s head, Campton set up the chair, with the two seats touching one another. Matt Campton slowly advanced back to the ring, digging under once again, grabbing a bag from the contents of the EVPW weapons and supplies depot. Campton unraveled the string that closed the bag, turning it over, hundreds of tacks crashing across the seat.

Dominik was struggling to get up, he failed to summon enough will power to rise on his own power, so Matt Campton assisted him. The Solid Core Champion climbed onto the announce table with the commentators getting as close to the action as they could without being participants in the match themselves. Campton popped in knee in Santiago’s gut, coercing him to double over. Matt captured Dom’s head in his armpit, but before he could carry out his plans, the challenger buried his fist into Campton’s ribs. The stiff shot allowed him to ease his head to safety. The Solid Core Champion was defenseless from Santiago’s sudden burst of adrenaline. The Hardcore Assassin stabbed his fist forward, clouting Campton on the button, before grappling him around his head, lifting his knee, and maliciously driving it in his solar plexus. Campton hunkered over, leaving himself susceptible for what Dominik deemed, an imminent demise. The Hardcore Assassin wrapped his arm around Campton’s head, before throwing his arm over his shoulder. Santiago quickly grasped Matt’s trunks before hoisting him upside down. Dominik left him suspended in the air, allowing the blood to flow freely to his head, before falling off the announce table. Dom crashed onto the steel chair, Matt Campton’s head taking the brunt of the collision as the weight of the two split the chairs.

“Hold the phone Jimmy Two Shoes, the London Bridge has crumbled! And to think I thought this was a Deathmatch. This is nothing short of a crime spree!”

“If so, then the structure from London, made famous by our resident Amherstview Canadian underwent construction recently. I don’t remember a destructive Brainbuster being apart of the original blueprint.”

“And just imagine those tacks digging into Campton’s skull, scratching against the surface of his cranium. In a matter of minutes, his brain will be scrambled and reduced to mush! Oh the horror!”

“And Dominik wouldn’t have it any other way. He set out to end a career tonight, and not many people come back from concussions!”

“And as sexy and tenacious as Matty is, maybe the best thing for him is to drown in the Thames. I wouldn’t want to make my way to land after such an unfortunate turn of events!”