CUT SQUAD vs. GROCK/WOLVIE }{ UNITED GLORY TIT...

[x | S.DREAMER | x]

The champions saunter down the aisle to "We Are the Champions" by Queen, with Kahlan wearing a goofy smile and Shawn a rather serious face.

TBC;

[[Grockadoc/Carter]]

Grock and Wolverina make their way down the ramp, both apprehensive at having to work with each other.

[x | S.DREAMER | x]

The Christian Squad slowly makes their way down the aisle, chit-chatting all the way and talking strategy about how they may just use this opportunity right and win themselves the tag team gold. But then, the spectators aren’t quite eager to see the duo paired up together and be the champions as they give out a mixed reaction – utter hatred in the form of jeers for Grockadoc, and heartiest love for Wolverina in their roars. As the challengers make their way down the ring, the Cut Squad eyes them in a stern fashion, especially Kahlan, who is having serious beef with the People’s Princess for long. The Ladder Queen simply can’t hold her animosity for Wolverina for long – as could be made out from her expression – and it seems that she would burst out any minute, like a pack of dynamite. The slow saunter, however, gets the said to occur; the Newcastle diva simply can’t bite her tongue for long, and makes a charge for the ropes, regardless the referee and her partner’s yelp. Like a torpedo of a submarine, the one half of the United Glory champion launches herself between the top and the middle rope, right at Wolverina with her teeth gritted tight. The Cutie-Pie Cornhusker can only watch the Blue-Haired Rogue fly at her and headbutt right at her sternum with authority, sending shockwaves of pain down her neuron ends to her ribs. The sudden move from Kahlan simply stops the time and space for the referee, Dreamer and Grockadoc as they gaze at the fallen mass of the divas, unsure of what just happened in front of their eyes. The crowd, however, aren’t quite happy with what they see – that is, the sight of their ‘goddess’ taken down by a ‘vile creature’ they hate – and starts to express their displeasure at the top of their lungs, filling up the brisk air around.

"Would you look at that - Kahlan just took out Wolverina with an epic suicide dive! These two divas has been on the neck of each other for long, and we are now witnessing the reflection of the hatred they share for each other."

"Jim, you are the only one who would be appealed by such a thing. No wonder they call you the 'Lesbian-Man' at the back!"

But then, as the world remain awestruck at the work of the Ladder Queen, the Christian Knight manages to get back to his senses, and he charges at the ring, where stands his arch-rival, seeking to catch him off-guard. The crowd notices his beeline toward the ring first, then Dreamer, but it’s already too late by then; the Man from the Unknown leaps onto the apron as he hits vicinity to the ring and grabs the Floridian’s skull tight, before falling down to his knees and drop the trachea of Dreamer over the top rope. The sudden offence from Grockadoc simply gets the best of the dual champion, and he stumbles back right after the impact, bounced off the top chord. Seeing how his adversary has a little composure off from the sudden move, the behemoth gets inside the ring and connects with a hard fist to the side of the skull, draining Shawn further more. But then, the punch doesn’t seem to do the trick as the Triple Crown Champion retaliates with a jab of his own, telegraphing his knuckles right against the teeth of the giant. Soon, a war of fists breaks out between the two arch-nemeses, with each trying to get on the neck of the other, and have the best out of him. The crowd, excited to the fullest how the match has panned out now to a preview to the next pay-per-view main event, starts to count the number of punches, missing many as Dreamer and Grockadoc hits each other faster than lightening bolts, trying to outmatch the speed of light with their strikes.

“If you didn’t get to book your seat for our next pay-per-view, From the Ashes, you are having a treat for your eyes right here right now! Grockadoc and Shawn are taking things to another level right there, and from what I see, I don’t think this war of fists would end anytime soon.”

“Jim, I wish I could just get my hands around your neck and choke you to death! How can you wish such a thing?! We are here to witness the coronation of the new United Glory champions, and the way I see it, Wolverina and Grockadoc are half way there!”

“Exaggerating much, Ray? I know how you get excited, but that the Christian Team needs to put more effort if they want to win this one.”

“Christian Team? That’s some weak journalism right there, Jimbo – weaker than how you ejaculate!”

However, Pate’s comment doesn’t go for a long run though; after exchanging fifteen or so punches, the Knight of the Cross hits Dreamer with a stiff jab between the eyes, inflicting a great deal of pain onto the orbital bone of the champion and turn his eyes teary, which, in turn, makes his vision blurry too. The Man from the Unknown takes advantage over this, as he continues on with his blows onto the partially blinded Hardcore Prince, sending him reeling back with each huge blow. Soon the Jacksonville’s Pride finds his sails out of wind, and his back touching the ropes, meaning there’s no turning back. This gives the vindictive veteran the much needed opportunity to break out an onslaught on the Uncrowned Prince, which he does as he continues on with his rain of fist, hitting wayward around, ranging from his skull to his bread basket. Every swift jab takes a bar of composure off Dreamer, and within a minute or so, the Technical Extremist is left with none and hanging on to the last strand of consciousness. Noticing how his plan went effective to the fullest, Grockadoc laces his arm with that of the Imperial champion and throws him toward the ropes on the other side, sending him for a lap around the ring. As if he was a faithful dog, Shawn does as ordered, taking a stroll around the squared circle before bouncing off the chords and getting back to his arch-rival, who is all set to take him in for a ride to despair. As Dreamer draws near the Unholy Crusader, the Superheavyweight from the Unknown wraps his arms around the relative smaller frame of the champion and sends him down against the canvas with a thud, spine-first, with authority, for a picture perfect spinebuster. The manoeuvre simply sets Shawn to arch his spine and curl up in pain – much like a cat would while playing with a yarn ball. Blowing all that was left in his adversary, the Christian Knight drops to his knees and goes for the pin, hooking the legs of his opponent for leverage too.

On the other flip of the coin, while Dreamer and Grockadoc were punching the light out of each other, the Newcastle Diva is seen to be up on her heels and is seen to stomp potholes all over the fallen and crumbled frame of Wolverina. With her face reddened and her lips moving blurting out foul words, the Ladder Queen stomps all around the fallen body of Wolverina, hitting her hard as if she was a sack of garbage not going down the gutter. Stomping the Christian Cutie-Pie for umpteen times and be satisfied with it, the Special One decides that it’s not enough, and so she starts to heave the People’s Choice up to her jelly limbs, being able to do so with no extra effort. Once Wolverina is up, the Little K cups her cheeks between her left palm, before muttering out more words of insult – “You think you are better than me, bitch? You think you can actually beat me, Haven?!” – and pushes her onto the guard-rails behind, getting her athletic frame to collide against the fence with a jingle. As if there was a bullet sent through her cartilages, the Christian Princess outstretches her arms around and screams sharply, before falling flat on her ass with his back supported against the guard-rails. Even though the sight of the Nebraskan Princess is a sight of displeasure for many, it pops up the light bulb of idea over Kahlan’s head and a sly grin to slink upon her lips. Not letting the freshly baked idea to cool, the Self-Proclaimed Strife Slayer makes a dash for Wolverina, and once drawn near, sets her knee to connect against the soft mammary tissues of the Cornhusker Diva, adding further sting onto the already pain-inflicted area. The hard knee shot to the ribs sets Wolverina to scream out in pain and cross her arms, shielding up her chest from further attack, and, from a literary point of view, drawing the insignia of Jesus over her to save herself.

“It’s a fifty-fifty situation out here, ladies and gentlemen, as Grockadoc has the best of Dreamer inside the ring, while Kahlan has literally got Wolverina pulverized. I really don’t see a reason how Grock and Wolvie might win this one; Cut Squad has the whole thing planned even though Kahlan took a risk in the opening.”

“Say what, Jim? I see a pinfall right there in the middle of the ring, and I don’t see any Cut Squad standing between the ropes!”

Chorus of boos fills up the air as Kahlan slowly gets herself up on one piece with a huge grin, happy with the turn out of how she took out the female counterpart in a huge way. She takes a good look at the pain-contorted face of Wolverina, before turning her eyes onto the ring, where Grockadoc has the legs of Dreamer hooked for a pin. Seeing how the opposition is trying to seal the deal, the Ladder Queen makes a dash for the ring, running as fast as she can as the referee goes for the first count.

ONE!

TWO!

The count simply doesn’t go any further as the Cruiserweight Diva makes her mark inside the ring and levels Grockadoc with a hard stomp to the back of the cranium, breaking the pin in the process. Knowing well how she wouldn’t be able to outclass the giant and is an absurd idea, Little K swamps over the humongous mass of the behemoth and starts to bang her balled fists onto the visage, trying to turn the impossible to reality.

TBC;

[Wolverina]

A feeble mind brings forth feeble fruits, as Kahlan learns the hard way. Her fist swinging in yet again, the Ladder Queen is shoved away suddenly and powerfully, her body hitting the mat and rolling a few times, as if she'd just stood behind the back-blast of a jet engine. Ascending to his vertical base is Grockadoc, nail biting mad over his sure fire pin fall being so rudely interrupted. With a sneer, he closes distance with Pretty K, his body moving with speed not normally ordained to a man of his size. And without so much as a pause, yanks her up by that hideous Drano blue hair of hers, before promptly turning and chucking her as if she's nothing more than a old box of nothings going into the rubbish bin. The Newcastle Cutie lands hard across the ring but bravely, yet foolishly, scrambles to her feet without first re-orientating herself.

Already making a voyage to her, Grock soon plows the Ladder Queen into the nearby corner, squishing her there, a brutal act that sends the jeers in despite Little K also being a hated one in this contest. The giant crusader remains there, his body pressed against hers, for several moments before finally backing up, allowing his prey to fall limply face fist to the canvas. The Christian Knight gives her a once over, before scanning his surroundings, his view coming to a rest on Shawnie-Pooh. Yearning for Dreamer's ultimate demise, or at least to soften him up nicely before the big PPV, the behemoth makes the decision to remove the annoying Kahlan from the equation, so that he may get down to some Shawn-pummeling-business. Grock stoops down and hefts Cutting K into a Military Press Slam position, before turning to the ropes and non-chalantly depositing her over them to the outside. The nimble Englishwoman can't correct her body in flight, and splats against the outside pads like a bug to the windshield of a moving car.

JP: Never piss off the Grock, and that's something Kahlan has just found out... the hard way.
Ray: Be that as it may, Jimbo, but you totally missed the point. She was able to save Dreamer from getting pinned, so if anything she's a martyr for Cut Squad.
JP: I guess I shouldn't be complaining anyway, Kahlan actually showed up for a match. That's saying something folks. Only here in EVPW!
Ray: You may not like her, especially after what she's done to Wolfie in this match, totally dominating her, but if I have to throw my support for any female it'd be her. I mean, look at her, she has the face of a man and acts like one too most of the time. I can live with that I guess.
JP: Shut it, you.

With unfettered access to the Hardcore Prince now, or so he thinks, the Unholy Crusader turns around, his mouth etched into a sinister smile. The smile is swatted away by a strong row of knuckles slamming into his thick mandible, causing his head to snap back. The Hardcore Prince had recovered, and the fans couldn't be more happier, as evident by the overwhelming applause and count-along with each subsequent wallop. Coerced into a dazed retreat, the monster quickly finds his back against the ropes, unable to offer a defense to the ferocious barrage being dealt to him. The Jacksonville native fires a few more knuckle nukes at his challenger, doing enough to teeter the big man. Then, sensing the time is nigh, the Imperial Champion lunges at him with all his might, while jutting out his right arm. The Lariat connects with authority, toppling both champion and challenger to the outside area.

The spilling of men ushers in even more rowdy behavior from EVPW's clientele, who are eating up the action like candy. Shawn rises first, relatively quickly, and pumps his arms in triumph to the fans, who cheer him on loudly. But suddenly they cheer louder at something else. Having rose from the ashes, Wolverina emerges on the ring's apron behind Dreamer, then scales to the top buckle with the speed and urgency of a cat on crack. Still favoring her ribs some but not caring, the Queen of Queens takes wing once Shawn turns toward her, and soars through the air magnificently, as only she can do. Haven tilts her sexy musculature horizontally as she plummets, and careens flush across the Tag Champion's chest, bowling him over in one shot. In fluid motion, the Cornhusker Cutie Pie rolls off the Floridian and stands proud, soaking in the adoration of her loyal as she nurses her midsection a bit more.

JP: For the first time tonight Wolverina gets in on the action, and in a big way. That Flying Cross Body was huge and looks like it may have expelled all the air in Dreamer's lungs.
Ray: Better late than never, they say. Is it enough to put this thing away though?
JP: Shawn is tougher than a lesbian biker, so I'd say it'll take more to put him down, but Wolfie is on the right track to do it if she can just get him in that ring.

As if she'd heard Jimmy Boy, Haven reaches down and starts to pull the handsome Champion up, straining very much. Meanwhile, lurking about keenly, Kahlan procures a pair of brass knux from her attire, and slips them on her hand as she craftily makes her way around to them on her hands and knees. The first obstacle in her path is Grockadoc, who had regained his footing and finally stands. Pretty K waits until the ref's attention is turned to that of Wolfie and Dreamer, before striking fast like a viper. Thrusting her brass clad fist up with everything she has, Little K scores a direct hit to the monster's central nuttal region, five consecutive times. The savage attack on the Christian Knight's loins leaves him a ruinous heap, the behemoth curling his massive body into a fetal position. Still eying the ring official with a vested interest, the Cutting Queen takes note that he's still preoccupied, and launches into another violent bombardment, this time striking the big man's temple repeatedly and opening up a small gash along it. The spectators in the near rows cast ghastly looks at Kahlan, somewhat taken aback by the extreme measures she's wiling to implement in defense of her titles.

Paying them no mind, the Blue Haired Dynamo relents on her attack and sets her eyes on her arch rival, Wolverina. The Brit Blitz shoves the foreign object into her attire in case of future need, then sneaks around on the outside, staying out of sight and mind of Haven and the referee. While Kahlan had been up to her dastardly deed against Grockadoc, the Queen of Queens had finally, after tugging and pulling and pushing, placed Jacksonville's Favorite Son in the ring and is now poised to proceed, which she does. In lieu of a pin attempt that would by now be moot, Haven lifts him into a plum clinch, and brings her Muay Thia expertise to the forefront, drilling the Champion in the face, ribs and chest with sadistic Knee Kicks that speedily send Dreamer into a whole new dimension of affliction. In the midst of this, the fans' cheers turn to boos and shouts of warning to the Christian Cutie, all of which go unheeded. The source of their worry is Kahlan, who slithers behind Haven undetected, then swiftly pulls her off Shawn and spins her around toward her. Giving Wolfie no chance for a rebuttal, the Ladder Queen kicks her in the already damaged midriff area, before securing her in a Front Facelock. From there, Little K falls backward with blindingly fast speed and plenty of "spike", driving Wolverina's brain-case into the mat with utmost abhorrence.

JP: Damn her! Damn that Kahlan to hell! That no good, cheating, damned b**ch! She did what she does best; she snuck in like a coward then absolutely destroyed Haven with that god awful, vicious DDT!
Ray: If this is what it takes for her to get the job done, then so be it. I'll support anybody who can hand that goody two shoes woman a butt kicking. And it seems like Kahlan is the foremost expert on kicking Wolfie's butt."
JP: Oh you just wait until Wolverina gets her hands on Kahlan one on one, no ambushes.
Ray: That already happened. Kahlan won.

Pleased with things, Pretty K shoves the Nebraskan supine then covers her in a very arrogant way, moreless using Haven's body as a lounging couch as the ref slides into position.

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At the last fraction of a second, the unwavering Christian Cutie Pie bucks up a shoulder, effectively breaking the count but also pissing Kahlan off. Rising up with curse words being shouted mainly at the referee, the Ladder Queen yells something at poor Shawn, who is seen stumbling to and fro like a drunkard. He appears to understand though, and motions at her. With haste, Little K yanks Wolfie up and tosses her to her long time partner and best friend, then smirks devilishly. Upon receiving the Nebraskan, Dreamer pushes her upward by reaching under her legs and lifting her into the air. While maintaining hold on Wolverina's leg, the Floridian falls backward, obviously to deliver a devastating Flapjack. But this would be no ordinary Flapjack, it has a compliment coming. Smoothly putting herself into position, Kahlan leaps into the air as Shawn descends with their prey in tow, and grabs Haven at the head while simultaneously bringing a patella flush against Wolfie's pretty face. They land, and as expected the fall out is horrendous. The Queen of Extreme is rendered a destroyed mess, the brilliant double team move by the best tag team in the business having surely sealed the fate of this match.

JP: MY GAWD! I'LL BE A MONKEY'S BARE ASSED UNCLE! A Flapjack and Kahlan's vaunted KKO finisher all rolled into one. They isolated Wolfie and have finally done her in. She has been demolished.
Ray: It's all over but the crying now. You need a tissue, Jimbo?
JP: SHUT THE HELL UP RAY! Damn it. Don't let it end like this. Not like this.

Kahlan's need to be the dominate female in the industry shows through even in her pinfall attempt, where she throws her body on top of Haven's in a full mount then wraps her hands around Wolfie's wrists and pins them forcefully against the canvas, all the while cussing her.

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TBCB