- Last Man Standing Match -
(I4NI Championship is on the line!)
Maxwell Soloke (c) Vs. Joanna Thade
The arena darkens while fog wafts up from beneath the stage, lights going off with a strobe effect meant to resemble lightning as the sound of thunder rumbles through the speakers. The sounds go silent after a few moments before the lights come up with a blue tint, a spotlight shining down on two kneeling figures who rises from within the fog at the top of the ramp moments before the haunting opening of "Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold Starts.
Jesse Heisenberg: Ladies and gentlemen, your opening contest is a LAST MAN STANDING match… and it is for… the EYE-FOR-AN-EYE CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first! From the Other Side of Sanity… The Warchild, JOANNA THADE!
Axel Reid: And here we go with our kick-off match for Armed and Dangerous 2016! The Warchild against...
Ruby Parvati: Against the piece of trash who STOLE the championship in the first place! He did not deserve to take that victory away from Joanna!
Axel Reid: You could easily say the same thing for Joanna, who was inches away from taking the match from her own stablemate as she looked to put Soloke through a table!
Ruby Parvati: Either way, Joanna is out for blood tonight no matter the cost. She wants Max to suffer for his actions AS WELL AS his words. We are definitely going to see a bloodbath for this match. I think a red-painted ring would do nice for an event like this. It’s going to be completely crimson by the time we get to the main event!
Both figures start to rise as the strings come in. Slowly giving nothing away until the bone-chilling opening guitar rifts of the bridge echo throughout the arena. One figure throws back her hood revealing her unmistakable blue hair. Laughing at the fans reaction Joanna sways back and forth until "Nightmare"
Joanna removes her robes for a moment before passing them off to Emma. Both share a mutual nod before Emma takes the robes to the back, leaving Joanna to finish her entrance alone. Joanna skips towards the ring to the sound of her entrance with Hephty in toe. With Joanna in the ring now, she whips her own head back and shrieks loudly to cause a repeat in strobe and lightning effect. Joanna steps back to the far-side ropes in regards to the stage area with her warhammer planted down against the mat, head-first. She continues to laugh with a ear-splitting pitch as her music begins to fade out. As her music finally fades into the background, so does her laughter. She instead just looks towards the staging area with one thing in mind: brutality. She sits patiently as she awaits for her prey to walk through those curtains...
As one theme fades into the roar of the audience, another familiar tune begins to play. The fires slowly begin to erupt from the stage, signalling the entrance of the champion...
You can set yourself on fire
You can set yourself on fire
The fires on the stage die down to show off Joanna’s opponent for the evening. Clad in black and bronze again, Maxwell Soloke steps down towards the ring in tune with the music playing. However, instead of his cane, he held to his fedora-wearing head his own weapon of choice: The Re-incarnation of Hardcore. The plank held slightly rustic and blood-stained barbed wire and thumbtacks that were superglued onto the wood with a bandage that made for a makeshift hilt.
Jesse Heisenberg: Next! From Bexley, Ohio; weighing in at one-hundred and ninety pounds… he is your reigning AND defending I-4-N-I Champion… The Perfect Disaster, MAXWELL SOLOKE!
Ruby Parvati: Wait, the Perfect Disaster? He’s not going after the Ren-Man title anymore?
Axel Reid: As stated in his promo against Joanna, he wanted her not to be mistaken with who she was going up against. He wanted to go back to his primary title; the name he fought under when he racked up all the hardcore championships he brags about.
Ruby Parvati: I still always wondered why people would name both themselves AND their finishers the same… but c’est la vie, here comes the showboat now. Let’s see just how… ‘hardcore’ this little thief is.
Axel Reid: If only you knew...
As the lyrics continued, he approached the ring while pantomiming the words.
She said at night in my dreams
You dance on a tightrope of weird
As he walks along, he mimicked balancing that ‘tightrope’ with the plank outstretched and the belt held close to him.
Oh but when I wake up
You're so normal that you just disappear
He stops and merely shrugs to the word ‘normal’ before walking on.
You're so straight like commuters
With briefcases towing the line
He points to a couple sitting in the front-row with his left hand while his right continues to sway back and forth at his side, making the plank represent that ‘briefcase.’
There's no residue of a torturer
Inside of your eyes
Right after those words, his head whips from playing to the audience to the Warchild awaiting him in the ring. While he mouths the lyrics, he slides into ring without taking his gaze off Joanna; he was jokingly mocking her with the lyrics.
She said you're just like Mike Love
But you wanna be Brian Wilson, Brian Wilson
She said you're just like Mike Love
But you'll never be Brian Wilson
And I said!
And right after, he whips his head back as the fire crack and spark to life again.
Hey ay ay, hey ay
if crazy equals genius
Hey ay ay, hey ay
if crazy equals genius
The stage and ring-posts explode in a wonderful display of arson as he smiles wickedly towards the roof.
Then I'm a f[BLEEP]ing arsonist
I'm a rocket scientist
Hey ay ay
If crazy equals genius
He looks back to Joanna as his head nods and his body bounces lightly to the last bit of the lyrics. He hold the championship belt high in the air before pointing his plank down towards Joanna. Both his smirk and the fires on the stage continue to rise higher and higher towards the ceiling.
You can set yourself on fire
But you're never gonna burn, burn, burn
You can set yourself on fire
But you're never gonna learn, learn, learn
Hey!
The fires crackle one last time at the final “Hey!” before disappearing completely. Crazy=Genius continues to play silently in the background as Max begins to take his bows to the applauding audience.
Joanna, however, wasting little attack, already runs in with a tackle down to the ground while the Disaster was still in the middle of his bow!
Axel Reid: Hey, that was a cheap shot! The match hasn’t even begun yet!
Ruby Parvati: Are you seriously complaining about THAT? This is a NO RULES match, Axel! What is the point in being formal? You get it done, Joanna!
Axel Reid: I suppose you have a point. All decorum and signs of a “wrestling match” are going to be thrown out the window. Let’s just get this bloodbath over with. I just pray the medics are already on standby.
The bell rings with Joanna already on the attack. The Warchild takes Soloke down with a Thesz Press. Soloke does not even get a chance to counter attack or avoid Joanna from the ambush in the ring. With Joanna firmly pinning Soloke down under her, she begins to rain in punch after punch. Soloke tries to cover himself up in the predicament but still takes a couple of punches. With each one landing, he only starts missing more and more of them as he slowly gets dazed from them all.
With Soloke sufficiently knocked out on the mat, Joanna gets back to her feet. She paces over the dizzy body of the Renaissance Man before continuing her assault. Like she did with her fists, Joanna starts to kick and stomp over every body part she can aim, primarily the legs though to start softening those up.
Soloke starts to finally straight everything out in his knocked-around skull before slowly trying to stand himself up. He starts trying to block all of Joanna’s offense as he pushes himself back up to one knee. Joanna backs off for merely a moment before spinning around with a vicious spinning heel kick that connects straight to the jaw of Soloke! He spins back down to the ground. With her back still facing Soloke, she braces herself for a moment before leaping back with a standing moonsault right across the chest! Soloke curls up on the mat as his entire body is already wracked with pain.
Ruby Parvati: That’s right! Grind him straight into the ground!
Axel Reid: This is not looking good at all for the champion at all. That attack in the beginning really threw him off of his game and Joanna is making every last second count.
Ruby Parvati: I’m sure she’s LOVING this. He has no place being here!
Joanna slides outside of the ring for a moment. She kneels by ringside before introducing the first weapon in this match: a simple yet still elegant black-steel chair. She tosses it over the ropes into the ring, where it still manages to fall right onto Soloke’s rolled up body.
The Warchild slips back into the ring just as Soloke begins to stand himself up again. Joanna sees this as an opportunity before sprinting over and PLANTING SOLOKE DOWN HARD WITH THE UNDYING! Soloke is out on the floor again. The referee looks between the two, more towards Soloke with concern, before beginning his count.
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Joanna does not allow him to continue, knowing Soloke is not allowed to leave this match with any sort of mercy. She raises that chair up high… and brings it down hard over his legs. And again. And again. Swing after swing, Joanna beats down over the Perfect Disaster’s primary damage dealers as he wails in agony underneath the onslaught. Sanity’s Mistress finally backs off after a bit as Soloke holds over his legs heavily. The referee finally intervenes and begins his count.
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Max glares daggers into Joanna for a moment before shifting his weight over towards the ropes. Joanna merely watches him struggle with crossed arms and a smirk over her lips.
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Soloke grabs onto the bottom rope and starts to climb up them to get to a vertical base again.
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Soloke finally gets himself standing again as the referee calls off the count now. Joanna clicks her tongue for a moment before rushing at him with the chair. Soloke barely ducks the swing before kicking out towards Joanna’s legs. She stumbles forward, to which Soloke barely follows it up by pulling down the top rope! Joanna falls to the ring floor with the chair in hand.
Soloke looks down at Joanna for a moment before gripping the ropes tightly. He plays to the crowd slightly for a moment, as if to draw for their attention, before bouncing over the rope! Joanna barely holds the chair to cover herself, but Soloke falls entirely over her with a corkscrew plancha! His own dead weight crushes Joanna’s straight to the floor.
Axel Reid: No place being here, right? Soloke turns the match around through careful outplay and a bit of risk and reward!
Ruby Parvati: Pah! A lucky shot, Joanna’s going to get right back into this match quick enough!
The chair rests right over Joanna’s skull. Soloke slowly pulls himself away from the wreckage as he takes the chair with him. A bruise shows rather fast between her eyes but no bleeding from the area. He takes a moment to collect himself by the ring steps as the referee begins his count within the ring.
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3!
Soloke shakes his head. Joanna begins to stir, only for him to throw the chair back right into her face. He glares her down before opening his mouth. The entire front row could hear him talk and the microphone on the cameras made sure everyone else could as well:
Maxwell Soloke: Is this really… the best you’ve got, you PSYCHO?!
Axel Reid: Uh oh.
Ruby Parvati: He’s either more masochistic than Joanna herself… or he’s just got a death wish.
Joanna’s eyes went wide with rage, as if something shattered in her mind. With a howl of absolute rage, she kipped up from the ground and went full steam towards Soloke. Soloke notices this reaction instantly and makes sure to sidestep the oncoming charge. With a hard slap to the back, Soloke instead sends Joanna knee-first straight into, and over, the steel steps he was taking his breathing against.
Soloke rolls back into the ring for a moment to try and catch a second wind. Joanna however, running on the fumes of her rage, only rolls back into the ring with a fire in her eyes. Soloke looks her for a moment, slightly regretting his choice of actions, before deciding he has to go on the attack now. As Joanna gets in close, he knocks her back one with a european uppercut.
With his legs still feeling absolutely sore, he resorts to his upper body strength to fend her off. Forearm shot after forearm shot, european uppercut after uppercut, Soloke tries his best to hold her at bay despite his swings carrying less force than that of an average wrestler. The swings only prove to get Joanna more and more irritated… before he finally cuts her down with a roundhouse kick straight to the temple! Joanna falls!
Joanna holds over her head for a moment as she crawls back into the corner. Soloke calls for the knee before rushing over to Joanna in the corner… and Joanna barely ducks the Perfect Disaster knee! Joanna gets back to her feet quickly before looking for an assault of her own, but Soloke again throws her body-first straight into the corner! Soloke sneaks behind Joanna before getting her in an inverted facelook and lifting up… MAXUS DRIVE REVERSE SUPLEX! Joanna bounces straight off the mat as Max falls to one knee after using all of his strength to hit her-- MENTAL DISORDER! Joanna sandwiches Soloke’s skull between the middle turnbuckle and her knee! Soloke is down!
Ruby Parvati: Joanna just used Soloke’s own move against him!
Axel Reid: I’ll have to stop you right there, actually. Funnily enough, the two both have the running knee strike, the bomaye/kinshasa in their arsenal. While Soloke prefers to finish off his opponents with his own lethal knee, Joanna uses the move as more of a set-up signature in favor of her swinging STO, the E.S.T. Still, both make that move look like it could put down a damn cow!
Soloke struggles for a moment to shake off the dazed feeling-- PSYKICK PUNT! Soloke is completely knocked out in the corner of the ring! Joanna stumbles back away from Soloke for a moment as the referee begins his count.
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Soloke is completely unmoving outside of heavy breathing. Joanna looks around the ring for a moment before finding Hephty. She looks over her trusted warhammer for a moment with a longing sigh, disappointed that she did not need it for this match.
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Soloke begins to finally stir for a moment. He holds his pounding head for a moment before reaching for the ropes. He doesn’t even seem able to grasp over them…
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Soloke keeps trying to grasp the ropes but can’t get a grip over them.
9!!
Maxwell Soloke: Beating me won’t make me swallow my words, Joanna. You’re DAMN LIAR!
Enraged again, Joanna shoves the referee aside violently. She glares the poor official down.
Joanna Thade: You don’t dare count him out until I TELL YOU to count him now!
She grabs Soloke by the ankle and drags him into the middle of the ring before lifting that warhammer up high… AND BRINGS IT DOWN STRAIGHT OVER HIS THIGH! Max holds over his leg in agony as he screams out. She raises the hammer again… AND CRUSHES IT DOWN OVER HIS CALF! He favors over his right leg in pure agony as he whimpers out in the middle of the ring. It doesn’t seem like anything was broken, but blood started to seep through his wrestling sweats to the mat. The blunt-force trauma was enough to break skin.
Axel Reid: Jesus Christ, Joanna, even I have to say that is a bit too far now! Stop and let him just fall with grace now!
Ruby Parvati: Are you serious? He talked so much trash up to this match and even DURING the match, STRAIGHT to her face! He deserves this punishment! Break his leg in half!
Joanna smirks wickedly before pointing down over Soloke’s ankle. She raises it up one more time… SWING AND A MISS! Soloke BARELY tugs his leg out of the way; Joanna swings the hammer down so hard that it gets stuck in the middle of the ring!
She struggles to pull Hephty out of the ring but gives up after a moment. She, instead, goes for one slightly better. She reaches for the chair from before and slips it around Soloke’s ankle for a moment… before stomping hard over it! He howls out again as his hands instantly go to hold over his ankle. Finally satisfied, Joanna glares to the referee.
Joanna Thade: NOW you may count him out.
The referee wasted no time.
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Soloke was shivering in agony at this point as his entire leg was busted up: legs were bleeding and ankle was crushed slightly under her heel. He tried his hardest to push himself up on one leg, but the moment his right leg moved even a little bit, he fell down again.
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He pitifully crawls towards the ropes and tries to pull himself up again, but he falls again in agony as even the slightest bit of pressure on his right side sent pain up his entire leg.
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Maxwell Soloke: Y-you’re… you’re still a PSYCHOTIC LIAR! YOU’RE A B*TCH! YOU’RE A C*NT!
Pain. Pain is all Joanna thought for this pitiful manchild at this point as he continued to push her buttons. Soloke screams as she stomps over the ankle one more time before dragging him into the middle of the ring.
Ruby Parvati: Even I am confused at this point, Axel. Please, explain to me, why is Maxipad still calling out for more punishment? He’s down on the ground already, unable to get himself back up!
Axel Reid: I was questioning that myself up until you said that, Ruby. He’s stalling for the match. He knows that if he can’t make it back to his feet before the ten count, he loses the match. He’s egging on Joanna in hopes she’ll keep attacking him. If she keeps beating down on him, the referee cannot continue his count. It’s smart, but barbaric. He’s testing his own limits while barely staying in the match!
Ruby Parvati: So he just has a deathwish, got it. Break that ankle!
Joanna goes to the top rope before taunting down at Soloke by crossing a thumb over her neck. She leaps for a double foot stomp… and Soloke screams out as she lands! BUT SHE MISSED! Soloke moved his leg through force of will and with his own hands as Joanna stomps the mat hard! Joanna stumbles to the ground for a moment as she holds over her own ankles. Soloke slips the chair from his ankle before knocking her down to the ground with it!
Soloke barely crawls over Joanna now before mounting her. He tries his hardest to ignore the pain in his leg as he starts to rain down his own set of punches and elbows right over the Warchild’s face!
Punch after brutal punch, Soloke does his best to knock Joanna out here and there before he finally rolls off of her. His fists and arms were coated in blood as Joanna’s face was a mess. Joanna is left with a busted nose, lip, the bruise over her forehead from before was bleeding as well at this point. He crawls away from her… and she sits up ominously. She looks over the blood leaking down her face… before her head whips back with a maniacal laugh. She is driven by bloodlust at this point as she stares over at Soloke with so much animosity at this point.
Soloke tries his best to ward her away as his eyes show a small bit of fear now. He reaches for the chair again and tosses it at her, but she does not even flinch. Joanna reaches between her breast… to pull out a taser! Soloke’s eyes go wide as he holds his hands out in desperation, but Joanna sticks the taser straight into his mouth!
Joanna Thade: You’re not going to be talking anymore…
ZAP!! Soloke’s body spasms violently by the ropes as Joanna holds it down deep for a couple of moments before pulling back! Soloke’s eyes look glazed as he stares lifelessly towards the roof of the Charles E. Smith Center. Joanna nods to the referee finally as she relaxes back against the ropes. He counts…
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Soloke has not moved at all.
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Soloke twitches… Soloke’s body stirs slightly…
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10!!
No! Soloke rolls out from the ropes to the floor and keeps himself up barely by the ring apron! He stands just long enough for the referee to call off the count before he falls again. His mouth hangs open as drool trickles down. Joanna screams.
Joanna Thade: You are TRYING my patience now! Stay down or DIE already!
Joanna leaves the ring. Soloke tries his best to retreat up the ramp, but Joanna already gives chase quickly. Soloke only makes it to the ramp before getting caught-- ELECTRIC-SHOCK TREATMENT ON THE RAMP! Joanna plants Soloke down with her finisher hard on the ground! Soloke lays limp on the ground as his blood puddles.
Joanna Thade: Are you quite done fighting yet? At this point, you are wasting MY TIME and YOUR LIFE. Stay. Down.
Maxwell Soloke: E… E… E-Em… E-E-Em…
Joanna raises her brow as she follows Soloke’s shambling body as it crawls back to the ring. At this point, she’s just curious to what he has to say. The referee does not dare count without Joanna giving him the okay to do so yet.
Maxwell Soloke: E-Em… E-Emma…
Joanna Thade: You had BETTER pick your next words carefully… or I will legitimately kill you.
Soloke weakly reaches for the apron for a moment before falling. He looks up at Joanna pitifully… before spitting into her face.
Maxwell Soloke: Emma is going to LOSE tonight… and so… are… you--
PSYKICK-- EQUALIZER! Soloke catches Joanna before she can punt his skull into the crowd and counters by hitting her with his barbed two-by-four which he left by ringside! Joanna favors her face for a moment as the tacks and barbed wire glues to the plank tear at her face slightly!
Soloke looms over Joanna for a moment now. He climbs back up to a leaned vertical vase as he glares down at Joanna. He holds himself up with his left hand grasping the bottom rope tightly and his left leg kept him balanced. His right leg was bleeding out as his right hand grasped over his prefered and self-crafted weapon firmly. Sadistic revenge filled his eyes as he lifted up the plank and took his revenge. Swing after swing, he made sure to beat that wood over every inch of Joanna’s body to make sure to deal just as much damage as she has done to him.
A full minute of beating later, Soloke finally backs off. Joanna’s body shakes slightly in agony despite her laughing to the pain like masochist she was. Soloke puts the plank on the apron for a moment and measures the distances between the two. He slaps his knee once with a determined battle cry before sprinting forward-- PERFECT DISASTER! Soloke knees Joanna’s skull straight into the steel steps! He collapses down next to her unconscious body right after, holding tightly around his right leg. He begs for the referee to begin his count now.
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Soloke makes it back to his… foot first as he returns near the ring apron where he was before. He grabs over his plank again and continues to glare Joanna down.
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Joanna begins to stir as she begins to climb up the steel steps… she gets to one knee…
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NO! Joanna is up-- SOLOKE BREAKS THE PLANK HARD OVER HER SKULL! Blood splatters slightly from the rather rough shot as Joanna falls to the ground limp again! The referee looks to begin his count again, but Soloke shakes his head. He merely mentions “not yet” before limping over to Joanna. He started to slowly apply pressure onto his right leg again, testing the pain. He seems to be able to tolerate it for now at this point.
He grabs Joanna by the hair and carries her towards the announcers’ tables. She knees against her face a couple of times, despite his face cringing to each one, before hoisting her up onto his shoulders. He looked over towards the table with a small smirk… before spinning Joanna around-- FALLOUT CUTTER! Soloke drags Joanna skull-first over the table! It doesn’t break, though! Soloke clicks his tongue in annoyance now as he stares Joanna’s limp body down. He stumbles over towards the ring apron before pulling out another chair. He raises it high for a moment and makes for certain that Joanna will not be getting up before PLASTERING her face with a shot. She coughs up blood as Soloke leaves the chair resting across her chest. The referee tries to start his count now.
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Soloke looks back at Joanna for a brief moment before looking to the ring again. With a pained smirk, he begins to walk towards the steps…
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Ruby Parvati: Max… don’t you dare try it.
Axel Reid: For once, I have to agree with Ruby, Max. You’ve already knocked her clean and unconscious, just take the count now!
He slowly climbs up the steel steps until he’s holding himself up on the ropes. He looks down at Joanna from the ring apron for a moment before turning his attention towards the audience. Some of them are cheering him on and some of them are pleading for him to just take the victory now while he has the advantage. He looks back at Joanna for a moment with a brief amount of remorse.
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Ruby Parvati: Joanna, get up already!
Axel Reid: He’s just wasting his time at this point with the crowd. If he’s going to do anything, he’d better get to doing it now!
He bounces off his legs for a moment before stopping. For a moment, it looked like he was going to attempt a moonsault from the bottom rope to the table, but he stopped. Instead… he bounces up and climbs to the top turnbuckle!
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He looks to the roof and crosses his heart for a moment before glaring down at Joanna’s corpse-like state. He points out to all of the fans around for a moment, as if to say this was for them, before he pats the bottom of his right elbow.
9!!
He leaps… AND DRIVES HIS ELBOW AND THE CHAIR STRAIGHT THROUGH JOANNA’S HEART! BOTH ARE DOWN! The crowd is divided in roars of sadistic approval or genuine concern for both combatants.
Axel Reid: … They’re both dead. They both HAVE to be dead now. Get the paramedics out here already, these two need medical attention NOW!
The referee looks over both of them regrettably for a moment before starting his count.
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Ruby Parvati: They aren’t moving at all. Maxi’s body is still over Joanna’s at this point. They’re barely breathing it seems.
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Joanna and Soloke barely stir amongst the mess of splinters.
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Both are barely able to push themselves up to a knee, let alone standing.
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Taking a page from Soloke’s book, Joanna throws a punch that knocks Soloke back down to the ground. The count is thrown out as the referee is even pleading for the two to quit it at this point. Both competitors are probably concussed and dizzy from the blood that leaks around the entire ring. Soloke pushes himself back up with some sort of adrenaline before throwing a punch back that sends Joanna stumbling.
Punch after punch, the two slowly make their way back to their feet without risk of being counted out before returning to the ring… They continue to beat against one again with what little strength they have left. The paramedics are already standing at the stage at this point for both of them as they know the brutality of this match has taken it’s final non-life-threatening toll.
Joanna takes the first swing to put Soloke down to the ground finally. She looks over his stirring body for a moment before picking up his legs. Despite pain filling her sliced and bloodied arms, she manages to pull him into the starts of a cloverleaf…
Axel Reid: Joanna… looks to be going for the Straitjacket… she still wants to inflict more pain.
Ruby Parvati: Anything to put down Soloke at this point. I take it back… he’s a monster… they’re BOTH monsters! They cannot be human to keep fighting this match out!
Soloke swings his fist wildly at her to avoid her getting the move locked in… before managing to grab a lock of hair! He tugs her down to his level and levels her down with a headbutt straight to the already busted nose! She falters back towards the ropes. Soloke catches his final wind as he kips up. As Joanna swings back from the ropes… she stumbles into Soloke’s awaiting arms! He hoists her up one last time for the Fallout...
… and hits it… RIGHT ON THE HEAD OF HEPHTY! The warhammer was still lodged in the middle of the ring and Soloke plants Joanna’s skull right onto her own warhammer! Her head bounces off the Norse weapon as he runs the ropes-- PERFECT DISASTER! Joanna is knocked out! Max slides limply to the ropes and hugs onto them tightly as to not fall back to the floor! The referee finally begins the count!
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DING! DING! DING!!
Jesse Heisenberg: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, and STILL your I4NI Champion, The Perfect Disaster, Maxwell Soloke!!
Both competitors are unconscious in the middle of the ring at this point. Despite all the brutality, the crowd is giving both competitors a standing ovation. The paramedics are already running over for both competitors and getting them set up on stretches to take them to the closest hospital for probable transfusions. The referee, with the championship belt in hand, walks over to Soloke and places it over his waist before raising his arm in victory. The crowd continues to cheer as both the Perfect Disaster and the Warchild are taken from the ring and out of the arena.
Axel Reid: Well, there you finally have it, ladies and gentlemen. Maxwell Soloke finally backs up everything he’s said up to this point. He is a fighting champion and walks out with… well, I cannot even try to say this was a CLEAN victory with how much blood these two shed, but he did it by himself on a level playing field.
Ruby Parvati: I truly hope Joanna is okay.
Axel Reid: What about Max?!
Ruby Parvati: Still can’t bring myself to care for him. He won, that’s as far as I’ll go.
Axel Reid: Well, giving credit where credit is due, Joanna put up one hell of a fight tonight as well. Even if she did not pick up the victory here, she made sure to show Max just how much she’s got in her own tank. I’m sure she’s still gotten her revenge through her violent actions tonight… especially with that taser. We’re… going to go to a small commercial break. The cleaners need to wipe up all the excess blood from the floor and ring… whilst also repairing the floorboard that Hephty broke. We’ll be back soon enough, so stay tuned!