Tom: It's main event time here in the W*I*G-Sphere as we prepare for the Final Encounter Dog Collar Chain "I Quit" Match for the W*I*G World Heavyweight Title. Let's take a look at the Tale of the Tape.
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 145lbs
Years Pro: 5
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 234lbs
Years Pro: 3
Jeannie: Coltrane really has a significant height & weight advantage over Synthy Eris.
Tom: But there's a slight experience edge to the challenger in this instance & after facing Coltrane two times before you have to believe she's going to be well-prepared this time. Let's break it down with the bullet points.
Tom: Coltrane complained that no man in W*I*G was able to beat him. Synthy Eris stepped up to offer him a female challenger, but Coltrane has been derisive of her efforts ever since he beat her in their first encounter.
Tom: Synthy held her own against Coltrane when she took him on in a Last Person Standing Match at W*I*G's March 29th. The contest resulted in a draw, but it meant Coltrane could no longer lay claim to an untainted winning record.
- Dog Collar Chain/ "I Quit"
Tom: Coltrane allowed Synthy to choose the stipulation last month. This month both wrestlers chose the type of match they want.
Tom: Coltrane has made it very clear that, as long as he holds the title, this will be the last chance Synthy Eris has to wrestle him for it. He claims that when she says "I Quit" she'll be quitting the title race.
DING-DING-DING!
And She's a Killer
And She's a Keeper ...
Am I blurry
In your vision?
Was I just
A poor decision?
Cut me open
With precision…
and we'll finger
The inci-si-on…
Tell me what have I done
(Quid Pro Quo)
To watch you lose
Control?!
*During these lyrics, the lights had dimmed into a silvery gray, finally dissolving into a velvety inky black. Fuchsia lights began to halfway through, and are now slowly evolving into lazers.*
I will give you sanctuary
In these hymns of Thanatos ...
I will give you sanctuary!
You want to
See me burn
I am living fire!
You want to
See me burn
I am LIVING FIRE!
You will know me
By the scars I bare!*Silvery fog spreads. Synthy Eris walks slowly out, utter determination making her vampire-esque features glow with an off light. She stops in the middle of the top ramp, and looks around her, spreading her arms slowly out to her sides, and mouthing something to the air above her. Her clothing is simplistic; she’s definitely dressed to really LITERALLY mean to kill. A white crop top with a broken fuchsia rose dead center, white leather pants with fuchsia pinstripes, and a matching sleeveless leather vest that drops in frock tails to just below the bottom of her back. Her vibrant, signature hair is in thousands of little braids, the forefront of which pulled back from her face via two multicolor butterfly barrettes. She seems to be channeling both her beloved friend, and her loving little sister. She inhales and sashays to the ring, adjusting her black shades as she goes, staring just at Finkel.
Reaching the apron, she embraces the top rope and flips over it. She continues to the opposite side, turns her head off to the side and throws her sunglasses nonchalantly. Her piercings are shining extravagantly, her make-up done lightly- ultra neutral except the tone of purple beneath her eyes, so as not to interfere with her pure intentions tonight. Her eyes suddenly sharpen into a state not easily read.*
Jeannie: I’m not one to cheer for any of these women, but.. I think Synthy might prove something to the world tonight.
Tom: I get the feeling even if she doesn’t get the Heavyweight Title, she’ll earn the respect of damn near everyone.
*The lights drop & the eerie reading of Motörhead's "Serial Killer" fills the air. Lemmy's voice rumbles throughout the arena as the crowd sit waiting for the arrival of Coltrane.*
I am the serial killer
I am the bloody hand
I am the chief whore taker
I am the chosen one.
I am the red straight razor,
The one who bathes in blood;
I am the boogey-man, I am
The empty yawning hood,
Look not for pity, no;
I am the heartless man,
I come to fix all things,
I am the one man band.
You cannot yet imagine,
How you will dance for me;
But you will dance forever
To the tune that I decree.
The kingdom of the worm,
Is all things to us all,
But I will teach you many things,
before I let you fall.
I am the black dead nightmare.
I bring a light so bright;
To illuminate the path we take;
I show the way that all hearts break,
And I will see the old world's back be broken
As we descend into the awful
Howling,
Night.*The wailing guitar at the end of "Serial Killer" segues into Type O Negative's
"I Don't Wanna Be Me" & the lights go up, focusing at the stage entrance. Coltrane steps out onto the ramp clad completely in black & the crowd boos him vociferously. He opens his coat to show off his W*I*G World Heavyweight Championship Belt. The crowd's jeering grows louder. Coltrane, as usual, ignores the reaction of the audience, looking only at his opponent.*
Jeannie: It's not unusual to see Coltrane scarily focused... but tonight even I'm especially creeped out.
Tom: Even though Synthy Eris hasn't managed to defeat Coltrane she's come farther than any challenger he's yet had for the W*I*G World Heavyweight Title.
*Coltrane marches on down the aisle, unblinking, his eyes never leave Synthy, not for a second. Nor do hers leave him. Coltrane removes the W*I*G World Heavyweight Title Belt & hands it over to the referee. His music fades out & Howard Finkel prepares to give the official introductions.*
The Fink: Ladies & Gentlemen, LIVE from the W*I*G-Sphere, it's time for your Wrestling's Innovative Genesis: Attrition Pay-Per-View Main Event of the evening. The following contest is the Final Encounter Dog Collar Chain "I Quit" Match for the Wrestling's Innovative Genesis World Heavyweight Championship!
*Cheers.*
The Fink: Now, introducing the combatants. First, standing in the corner to my left, standing 5 feet, 7 inches tall, she weighed in this morning at 145lbs, hailing from Indianapolis, Indiana... This is the challenger. She is... SYN~THYYYY... EEEEERRRR~IIIIIIIS!
*Synthy makes no motion to the crowd despite the huge cheer they give for her. She looks neither left nor right. Her eyes are tightly locked on one Alexander Coltrane. She reaches back with both arms, each holding the top rope. She stretches & leans forward, but her solid amethyst gaze never waivers. Even though he doesn't show it, one can tell that Coltrane is secretly unnerved.*
The Fink: And, her opponent, the CHAMPION. Standing in the corner to my right, standing 6 feet 3 inches tall, he weighed in this morning at 234lbs, from Queens, New York, he is the undefeated, undisputed, current reigning & defending, Wrestling's Innovative Genesis Heavyweight Champion of the World, This is... COOOOOL~TRAAAAAANE!
*Coltrane is trying his utmost to look as cool & collected as Synthy is. But one can still see in his eyes that he has been rattled by the fact he did not beat her last month. The crowd boos & jeers Coltrane. But these taunts have no effect. His mind has transcended beyond the calls of the fans in the W*I*G-Sphere.*
Jeannie: I doubt I've ever seen two competitors look more focused than these two do tonight.
Tom: While it goes without saying that nobody wants to lose here tonight, it's especially true in the case of these two. Coltrane proved to have Synthy's number when they first met & she proved to, at least, be his equal in their second match. These two have so much pride in what they do... it's impossible to imagine either of them saying the words "I Quit"!.
*Synthy’s eyes remain stoic as she removes her vest. The official secures the length of chain lying in the ring to the Dog Collar around Synthy's neck. She twitches slightly as he does so. The referee then lifts the other end of the chain & attaches it to the Collar on Coltrane. Even as she twitched earlier, she looks a little more comfortable with the darkly-natured chain then Coltrane. Both combatants grab the end of the chain closest to them & start to take the strain as if it were a Tug O War rope.*
DING-DING!
Tom: And now we're officially underway!
*Coltrane starts to pull more forcefully dragging Synthy towards him. She attempts to dig her heels in, but Coltrane is just that little bit stronger. He drags Synthy in towards him quickly & floors her with a Clothesline.*
Jeannie: First strike to Coltrane as he yanks Synthy right into that clothesline.
Tom: Wise tactic from Coltrane. Synthy's bound to be very aggressive after coming within an eyelash of winning the title last month. If he can ground her early he could have this match in hand.
*Coltrane begins to wrap the chain around his fist as he advances on Synthy, but she uses the slack chain on the mat to trip him up, Coltrane falls onto the mat. Synthy sneaks up & hooks her leg around his head, she bars his left arm & reaches down to grab his right leg. She wraps a chain around his arm & leg, tying them together in a modified CHIKARA Special. Coltrane is bucking about like crazy as Synthy sits atop him. Synthy wrenches back on the hold with as much pressure as she can manage.*
Jeannie: What the hell?! Is she using Mike Quackenbush's CHIKARA Special?
Tom: If Coltrane can utilize the finishing moves of W*I*G's top performers, why shouldn't Synthy "borrow" a few moves from some of wrestling's finest?
*Coltrane reaches his free hand out & grabs a slack length of chain that lies next to him. He uses it as a whip, cracking Synthy in the back of the head repeatedly until she releases the hold.*
Tom: Ouch! An inventive way to escape that move for sure!
*Synthy, falls forwards, relieving the pressure on Coltrane's neck. He manages to disentangle his arm & leg from the chain she had wrapped them in & he stands once again, brandishing the length of chain like a whip. He takes another crack at Synthy with the thick steel chain. Synthy catches it in a gloved hand before it makes contact with her head. She gives the chain a sharp tug & drags Coltrane towards her, at the same time she springs back up & surprises Coltrane with a Kip-Up 'Rana.*
Jeannie: And now AJ Styles' Kip-Up 'Rana. I used to think this chicky was original.
Tom: If she's able to expand beyond her usual repertoire to catch Coltrane off guard it just helps her gain that much more of an edge over him.
*Coltrane rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope, slightly overwhelmed by Synthy's aggressive onslaught. Synthy exits the ring, also under the bottom rope, at the adjacent side. With Coltrane still reeling slightly, Synthy yanks the chain forcefully & brings Coltrane face-first into the nearest ring-post.*
Jeannie: Oh NO! Those rugged good-looks of Coltrane ruined in an instant.
Tom: "Rugged good-looks"? He's more preening than Patrick Bateman!
Jeannie: Whu...?!
Tom: American Psycho? READ A BOOK! Now Synthy's coming over here...
*Synthy retrieves a chair from the nearby announce team. As Coltrane still lies against the ring-post, Synthy gives the chain another sharp tug to ensure he gets bashed against the post again. A quick cackle later and… Synthy winds up with the chair, aiming to smash Coltrane's head between the chair & the ring-post. Coltrane moves aside at the last second & Synthy hits only the ring-post. The vibration causes her to drop the chair, and the audience can see the shock vibrate up her spine as her head trembles quite uncomfortably.*
Jeannie: Swing & a miss...
Tom: Just as we've seen before, Coltrane is very adaptable to just about any style. And this is the third time he's faced Synthy, she may have overwhelmed him with an offensive flurry at the start, but now he seems to be ready for her.
*Coltrane, from the ground, uses the chain to crack Synthy in the left knee. She drops down to one knee & Coltrane scoots inside the ring then out the same side which Synthy exited by earlier. Coltrane wraps the chain around his fist & hits Synthy with a dig in the face. She collapses backwards, holding her jaw. Coltrane stomps on her left knee again after wrapping a length of the chain around it. Synthy can be seen writhing in pain. Coltrane grabs both of Synthy's legs & locks in the "Herzeleid Strandräuber". The pain is evident from Synthy's face. Coltrane leans back to force as much pressure as he can on her back as well as her legs.*
Tom: Could this be it? Coltrane has Synthy trapped in her own Herzeleid Strandräuber! After working on her knee Coltrane may force Synthy to quit right here!
*Coltrane's forehead & nose have begun to bleed from being bashed into the ring-post. He cranks back with as much pressure as he can on the Sasorigatame. Coltrane yells at the referee:*
Coltrane: ASK HER!
*The official leans down to Synthy, holding a microphone up to her crimson lips. She shakes her head, not willing to quit. Coltrane waits & waits to hear Synthy say the words. Realizing that she's not going to give up in this position, Coltrane releases the Scorpion Hold & reassesses his battle plan.*
Jeannie: And Coltrane releases the hold after Synthy refuses to give up, but I'd say the damage has already been done.
Tom: She'll probably be feeling that later in the match, but she survives for now.
*Coltrane brings Synthy to her feet once again. She's still nursing at her jaw. Bruises now showing against her normally pale, blemishless skin. Coltrane sets Synthy up for a Suplex, but she resists, firstly by hooking her own leg around his & secondly by punching him repeatedly in the stomach. With Coltrane momentarily dazed, Synthy maneuvers him into position for an Inverted Suplex, she wraps a length of the chain around his neck, but instead of taking him backwards, she spins around in a Corkscrew fashion, nailing him with a "Hero's Welcome" out on the floor.*
Jeannie: Another well known finishing move from another company... Can we legally mention the name?
Tom: Corkscrew Inverted DDT?
Jeannie: Works for me.
*Synthy informs the referee to stay back for a moment as she, straining, rolls Coltrane onto Tom & Jeannie's announce table.*
Jeannie: Again? She crashed & burned when she attempted this move last month!
*Synthy clambers onto the ring apron, remaining on the outside. She wraps a length of the chain around her right elbow. She takes a run along the apron & dives off with a chain-wrapped Flying Elbow Drop onto Coltrane's chest sending them both crashing through Tom & Jeannie's announce table.*
HO~LY SHIT! HO~LY SHIT!
Tom: Synthy sending Coltrane through the table with a Chain-Powered Elbow Drop!
Jeannie: And after she had her arm in a cast for a while, that kind of activity can't be good for it!
Synthy: Now... ask him.
*Her voice is completely cold.*
*Coltrane coughs as the ref holds the microphone up to his face. Coltrane, like Synthy before him, merely shakes his head & refuses to quit. Synthy drags Coltrane out from the splintered wreckage of the announce table. In a flash, Coltrane grabs Synthy's right arm. He twists it & stretches it & smashes his own elbow onto her joint. She winces at this.*
Tom: After the damage Synthy doubtlessly did to her own limb, Coltrane seizes the opportunity to make her submit, again utilizing one of Synthy's own favourite holds.
*Coltrane takes Synthy down to the floor & tries to apply the Juji-gatame. Synthy tries to resist, keeping her arm bent to prevent Coltrane from hyper-extending it. Coltrane's strength eventually wins out, however, & he straightens out Synthy's arm, keeping her grounded by placing his legs across her chest. Synthy looks to find some means of escape as Coltrane keeps wrenching on her arm.*
Tom: Now look at Coltrane really take advantage. Synthy's gamble with the elbow drop may be her undoing.
Jeannie: In a big match like this, you
have to take risks, but this one might end up costing Synthy the match.
*Her thoughts return to the chain that binds them together. She reaches for it & smacks it against Coltrane's knee, causing him to jerk his leg back a moment. Synthy seizes the opportunity & rolls over in the hold, getting close enough to punch Coltrane in his already damaged face.*
Tom: Synthy steals a page from Coltrane's book, using the chain as a whip to crack him right in the knee & loosen his grip.
*Synthy hits Coltrane a dig in the face & Coltrane releases the hold as his hands instinctively cover his nose. Coltrane's blood is left on Synthy's hand as she pulls it back. Synthy brings the fist up to her mouth & licks the flecks of blood from her knuckles.*
Jeannie: Now that can't be very sanitary.
Tom: I doubt she's very concerned about that. You’ve seen her sharpened canines before anyway, I’m sure.
*Coltrane slinks back into the ring under the bottom rope. Synthy silkily follows shortly afterwards, also rolling in under the bottom rope. Coltrane stands back against the ropes. Synthy is down on all fours, stalking Coltrane like some sort of animal. She pounces right up at Coltrane who manages to evade her by dropping down. He drags the top rope down with him & Synthy goes sailing over it. Coltrane reaches over &, with a chain-wrapped fist, pounds at Synthy's head until she too is split open. Synthy reels back, but holds on to the top rope. Coltrane takes a brief moment to wrap the thick steel chain around Synthy's throat. He knocks her off the apron & takes a few steps back, dragging Synthy kicking & screaming off the ground.*
Tom: Now this is taking it entirely too far. Coltrane has Synthy dangling off the floor.
*Coltrane continues his strangulation of Synthy as her screams of protest begin to fade out. She clutches at the chain around her neck as Coltrane maintains his tight grip. Her eyes are nearly rolling back in her head.*
Coltrane: ASK HER!
Tom: This is barbaric! He's basically hanging her here. She'd be barely able to enunciate the words he wants to hear her say.
Jeannie: Synthy can't be too proud here. This could do more than end the match –
this could end her career!*The referee holds the microphone up to Synthy, blood spurting down her face in massive amounts. She keeps her mouth tightly shut. She reaches her arms up to the top rope &, her muscles straining, she skins the cat back into the ring, however, she collapses to the mat in a heap immediately thereafter, still nursing that dodgy arm. Synthy tries to drag herself back up using her left arm. Coltrane hits her with a "Soul Cleanser" to send her out of the ring again. Coltrane takes a moment to regain his composure before moving towards the ring apron. As soon as he gets to the edge of the ring, Synthy is back up on the apron, her entire right forearm wrapped in the chain. Synthy smashes Coltrane with a Chain-wrapped $wi$$ Uppercut!*
Jeannie: Knew she was gonna do that eventually.
Tom: How?
Jeannie: Oh, she's a total fangirl! Haven't you heard? So much for her noble neutrality.
*Blood goes flying from Coltrane's head as he staggers back. Synthy grabs the top rope & Springboards in, nailing Coltrane with another European Uppercut as she does so. Synthy picks Coltrane up & places his head between her legs. Synthy tries to heft Coltrane up...*
Tom: Is she trying to Powerbomb him?
Jeannie: More likely a Ricola Bomb judging by her fangirl-dom!
Tom: Will you STOP?!
*... She just can't manage it. So far into the match with so many big risks taken & so much blood loss, Synthy can't manage to lift Coltrane for a Powerbomb. This pause has allowed Coltrane to recuperate somewhat. He tosses Synthy over with a Back Body Drop, unfortunately for her, she lands back-first on a length of the chain. Coltrane swoops in on Synthy almost immediately. He ties her arms & her neck up in the chain before he lifts her up, her back towards him. Bending over, Coltrane hooks Synthy's two arms from behind before dropping her viciously with the "Angelus Noxnoctis"!*
Jeannie: OH MY GOD!
Tom: Coltrane using the Vertebreaker after wrapping Synthy up in chains! He could have broken her arms, her neck... GOOD LORD!
Jeannie: ..Bitch is HARDCORE….
*Coltrane requests the microphone from the referee. He crawls over to Synthy who is having a difficult time trying to unravel herself from the chain. Coltrane leans over Synthy's body in a sick way & speaks into the microphone, breathing heavily:*
Coltrane: Well, my dear, what do you say?
Tom: This has got to be it. Nobody can come back from that!
*Synthy looks up at Coltrane with a mix of revulsion & anxiety. She spits crimson foam right into his face. Coltrane recoils to wipe her spittle off him & she continues to struggle with the chains, having noticeable trouble with her right arm.*
Jeannie: I know she's fighting for women every where, but have some common sense! You can't win this one!
*Coltrane leans in again, practically mounting Synthy before smacking her in the face with the microphone & asking her again.*
Coltrane: WHAT... DO... YOU... SAY?
*He enunciates each word slowly & clearly.*
Tom: This is just hard to watch! I don't think I want to see any more!
*He breathes hard as he waits for Synthy's response. Her lips seem to be getting ready to form words.*
Synthy: ...
...
...
...
BITE ME!*Synthy kicks Coltrane in the groin & he doubles over, rolling onto the mat giving her time to disentangle her chains, her right arm still giving her bother. Her breathing is bothered and heavy. Coltrane’s somewhat squeaking from the force of her full throttle kick. The audience is going absolutely buck wild. Synthy’s eyes are flying over Coltrane’s body as wildly as Lufisto eyeing Necro Butcher in a death match. Synthy looks up and screams a primal scream straight from her twisted core. Coltrane begins to stir. Synthy looks possessed as she crawls over to Coltrane, and begins wrapping the chain…*
Jeannie and Tom: What on earth….
*Synthy grabs his legs and begins to bend everything. She seems to have gone numb from the pain wracking her body. Coltrane isn’t fairing much better…especially when Synthy finishes her maneuever.*
Jeannie: HOW is she..
Tom: Muta lock with double chickenwings! Damn, woman!
Synthy: ...Ask him. Ask him. ASK. HIM.
*Even her voice oozes blood and pure mania.*
*The referee, Brandon Tolle, shoots an incredibly worried look at her but shoves the microphone into Coltrane’s face. Coltrane grits his teeth and merely shrieks out some words that even W*I*G* bleeps out. Synthy pulls it tighter- but her arm gives out. Coltrane struggles out when Synthy’s automatic reaction is to grab her arm. Coltrane lets out a gasp of triumph- and hits a Sick Kick to Synthy. He grabs her by the dead arm and twists it behind her. He gestures to the ref- but before he can even ask, Synthy swipes at him with her strong arm. And rears back and elbows Coltrane in the head in a modified Roaring Elbow.*
Jeannie: Crazy bitch taking another move from Chris Hero..
Tom: I don’t care what she uses- COME ON SYNTHY!
*In all honesty both competitors look to be close to the verge of tears from all the damage done. Coltrane slides out of the ring, stumbles over to the barricade and breathes very deeply, his eyes set on the prone female panther in the ring. The breathlessness from the audience is not bad. It’s very obvious they’re simply…awestruck.
Coltrane begins to turn , and has a plot in mind as he begins to limp around the metal post. He starts to pull, very slowly. The tension is enough to make people grind their teeth. Synthy has sit up, getting dragged as she’s sitting with her feet splayed out in front of her.
She gets just to the post, Coltrane’s eyes shining brightly… and places her feet against it- quickly shoving off from the pressure and yanking Coltrane into the post. He bounces off, and flies backward with such force Synthy gets dragged outward as well. She crumbles to the ground as Coltrane looks full-fledged astounded.*
Tom: Synthy seems to be back in the game. Countering whatever Coltrane had in mind.
Jeannie: But as seems to be a recurring theme in this match, it cost her quite dearly too.
*Synthy lifts her head, eyes glowing at Coltrane. He scoots backward, suddenly looking nervous. Synthy crawls- then leaps at him. He grabs her mid-leap, but her velocity is a little much for him. They violently embrace, and both of them go back and forth trading punches. They roll about, blood splattering the silver ramp. If one bothers looking at the ring for whatever reason, they’d notice it’s mostly red.
Defying gravity in their intensity, and calling forth upon energy reserves of energy reserves, they somehow manage to go upward on the ramp…*
Tom: I can scarcley belive what I'm seeing. How either of these two are still managing to keep going is beyond me.
Jeannie: Shirley, they can't keep up this kind of pace much longer.
Tom: They've shown they can do alot more than we thought they were capable of... & don't call me Shirley.
*They’re both on their knees now, trading punches still, both combatants fists bloody, the jolly evil chain covered in the crimson as well. Synthy rocks Coltrane with a blow that sends saliva & blood flying from his mouth, he reciprocates. Neither seems to be at a clear advantage. Coltrane begins to stand again, Synthy, though her body aches, also stands. The pair of them stand, blood dripping down, their breathing laboured, their legs shaking, looking at eachother wondering just what it will take to put the other down. Coltrane draws Synthy in close by dragging the chain. The two of them stand face-to-face. Coltrane putting his forehead right against Synthy's, partially to intimidate, partially out of fatigue. She shoves him back weakly. Her arm still bothering her, Synthy nurses it before trying to go on the attack again. She lunges at Coltrane who catches her with a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker. The move exhuasts the Champion as well. He holds Synthy in the backbreaker position, driving an elbow into her throat.*
Coltrane: ASK HER!
*He barks at the referee. Synthy keeps her lips pursed. She shuts her eyes & shakes her head. Managing to get one leg free, Synthy knees Coltrane in the side of the head, causing him to release the hold. Synthy inhales sharply & loudly, clutching at her throat. She casts a glance over to Coltrane lying on the ramp, blood dripping from his forehead as he eyes her. She crawls over behind him & grabs one of his legs, placing it around her head.*
Tom: Is she going for...?
Jeannie: Hey, I think it's one of her own moves... at last.
*Synthy wraps her legs around Coltrane's head. She tries to twist him as much as she can when she locks in the "Chaos Factor". She doesn't even have the energy to say "Ask him", she simply waves the official around to ask Coltrane, who, again, gives no response. Synthy releases the hold, exhausted & running out of ideas.*
Tom: Why won't he give up? What will it take?
Jeannie: Like we discussed before, Tom. This has evolved into being about more than the W*I*G World Heavyweight Title. Synthy managed to take Coltrane to the limit a month ago & he's not going to forget that easily.
*Synthy stands again, wrapping the chain around her arm once more. She crouches down, awaiting Coltrane to get up again. When he's back to his knees, Synthy runs at him, dropping down to her own knees, just as she reaches him & blasts him with a Lariat that nearly takes his head clean off. Synthy collapses over Coltrane. The referee is not sure of what exactly to do.*
Tom: Well, what now. They're both out.
Jeannie: Can an "I Quit" match even go to a draw?
*With Coltrane down on the stage, Synthy wraps the chain around his neck then moves to climb up the scaffolding that makes up the set.*
Jeannie: What the hell is she doing now? The broad damn near killed him a second ago!
*She very slowly makes her way up until she's just below the W*I*G-Screen. She seems to waiver a moment before she scales back down the scaffolding on the opposite side to that which she just climbed up. She looks over at Coltrane & sees him beginning to stir. Synthy leans doubled over for a moment, her hands on her thighs; she's breathing heavily. The sight of her own blood dripping from her head onto the stage gives her slight pause. She looks over at Coltrane again, licking her lips. She grabs the length of chain & begins to drag it in towards her. She keeps pulling & pulling on the chain until Coltrane is lifted off the ground.*
Tom: She's going to choke him out! After he did it earlier in the match, Synthy turns Coltrane's own tactics back on him!
*The muscles in her arms are tensed as she uses all her remaining strength to hold Coltrane a few inches above the stage. Meanwhile, he is kicking his legs in the hopes of forcing her to let him go. His hands are up at the chain around his neck, but he cannot manage to loosen it. Even under the mask of her own blood one can tell that Synthy's porcelain face is turning scarlet. She leans her head back & grits her teeth, wrapping the chain around her arm to get a better grip. Coltrane continues to kick. The veins in Synthy's neck & arms are beginning to bulge out, the strain is immense!*
Tom: After all the abuse Synthy's right arm has taken in this match this is nothing short of incredible!
Synthy: ASK HIM!
*She screams at the official who makes his way over to Coltrane with a microphone in hand. Coltrane, never renowned for being the most tan guy, is slowly turning purple himself. The referee holds the mic up to Coltrane's mouth & gets no response. Coltrane continues to kick his legs as Synthy pulls back on the chain, her grip starting to loosen ever so slightly.*
Jeannie: She's slipping. Coltrane might manage to get back in the match yet!
*Synthy inches closer to the scaffolding. She digs her heels up against the metal structure, leaning back as much as she can.*
Synthy: ASK HIM!
*She screams again. Coltrane casts a glance backward, he is able to see that Synthy has wedged herself against the scaffold from which he dangles. Slowly fading, moments from passing out from blood-loss, from asphyxiation, Coltrane's head is starting to loll. The referee holds the mic to Coltrane again. Synthy's teeth are grinding against each other, despite the blood one can tell that there are tears running from her eyes. She continues to hold on, never letting up for a second. The referee still has the microphone in Coltrane's face. Coltrane's lips move, almost imperceptibly...*
Coltrane: i qui...Jeannie: Did he...?
*The ref calls for the bell.*
DING-DING-DING!
Tom: He did! Synthy has...
*Synthy looks around astonished. She's in such shock that she drops Coltrane back onto the stage.*
Finkel: Here is your winner & THE NNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWW... WRESTLING'S INNOVATIVE GENESIS WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... SYN~THYYYY... EEEEERRRR~IIIIIIIS!!!
Tom: SHE'S DONE IT! SYNTHY'S DONE IT!
*Synthy falls flat backward to her ass. Blood covers the broken rose on her shirt, stains her fuchsia braids, and drips with abandon onto her pants. Her very flesh is stained with the blood of a man too consumed by the thought of greatness to truly put his own ideas on the line in the symbol of originality. Her very flesh is stained with the scarlet tresses of a woman who refuses to be consumed by convention, and equally refuses to feel the joys of a potential romantic interlude. But for her… this is her interlude. This is her Magnum Opus, her Symphony, and very Dream given to Vengeance as the W*I*G Heavyweight Title is placed onto her incredibly stunned lap. Synthy Eris is in a place that isn’t an urban hell surrounded by demonic graffiti, a place that isn’t where her heart was wronged.
But she is in a place of being the best, at least for the moment. Synthy Eris looks up, salty tears streaming and streaking the beautiful shades of scarlet and rust flowing like a waterfall down her face. She hasn’t moved since her name was called, since the bell was rang. The crowd is on their very feet to see the hated man that is Alexander Coltrane finally be bested, and at rest at the feet of the woman who did the besting. Synthy doesn’t move.*
Tom: What a night, what a main event. Coltrane has finally been toppled & Synthy Eris is the W*I*G World Heavyweigth Champion!
*That is, until two hands are placed on either of her shoulders, helping her shocked body stand. Each of the hands belong to two very separate people, but who both place an arm of her’s around their shoulders. The Broken Rose. The Warrior Raver. The two people who have seen Synthy at her very worst, at her very best and anything possibly in-between are crying with her. Synthy kisses the Rose softly on the cheek, and wraps a tight limb around her sister’s waist. The W*I*G Attrition PPV’s final shot is that of a woman taken to the brink for the title her beloved rose is holding for her as her sister cries. Coltrane, at the bottom of the shot, stirs, and his eyes bore into the image above him.*
Tom: This night will go down in history. Coltrane, the most sadistic man in W*I*G... finally usurped, by a woman who sacrificed everything to get here. For Jeannie Lawless, I'm Tom Bailey. Good night from Attrition!