DUE: Friday, March 28th at 11:59 PM EDT

Elektra and Wolverina cast eyes around the steely monolith of mayhem holding them captive inside the squared hell, taking in the full magnitude of what they have signed up for as the emphatic clunk of the cage door shutting and locking echoes nearby. The bell rings next, summoning the start of one of the most anticipated matches of the night between the most polarizing and dominant woman to ever grace the ring and her game adversary, a woman that quite simply put is as unpredictable as she is elektrafying.

~Ted Cedar~
Here we go, folks. Wolverina may be the Vegas betting favorite to win tonight, but that Elektra is about as unpredictable as the Texas weather this year.

~Joey Miles~
That's true Teddy bear. In Texas you can see all four seasons in one day, and tonight we may see all of Elektra's personalities in one crazy fight. I miss her Brightest Woman in Wrestling days, but she is still hotter than hell in the middle of August, and I would cheer her right up if she'd let me. I've got just the tool.

Knowing of Elektra's pure wrestling prowess, which is a little better than her own, Wolverina sets out to bait the woman into an elbow and collar tie up, which she intends to disregard as soon as the emo girl obliges. Elektra slowly inches her way forward, body posture stoic and uninviting, and doesn't bite on Wolfie's ploy. Instead, she stands just out of reach with her head tilted to the side. Vexed, the People's Princess drops her guard to question the seemingly disinterested woman and gets bitch slapped for it. Wolverina's head whips to the right and as she brings it back to where it is supposed to be Elektra is hanging high in the air with her knees tucked to her chest. The Attention Whore thrusts her legs forward and slams her pedal extremities into Wolfie's meal-eaters, dropping the popular wrestler onto her backside. Depriving the Nebraskan of any time to convalesce, Elektra yanks her up by the hair and plods forward, driving the wonderful woman's face straight into the steel mew's unforgiving links. Wolfie ricochets off  but winds up in Elektra's grasp again, whereupon she is guided to the other side of the ring and hair beeled into the cage upside down. Wolfie plops onto the back of her head and neck between the cage and colored cables, her face toward the inside of the ring, and is virtually stuck there for the time being. Seizing the moment, the Most Emo Woman in wrestling darts across the ring, hits the ropes on the other side, and speeds back toward her objective like a run away train loosed from its tracks. Through doe eyes the People's Princess sees her coming but is in no position to do anything about it. Wolfie shuts her eyes tightly and grits her pearly whites as not one but two knees fly into her tummy and ribs, engulfing the entire region in crippling pain. Wolverina wails in her affliction, but has little time to reflect on the suffering, as her persecutor tears into her with a torrent of stomps.

~Ted Cedar~
Good lord, Elektra is hungry. She walks around seemingly not interested in anything, but we're seeing a different side tonight.

~Joey Miles~
Hungry? The bitch is starving and she is craving some WOLF tonight. She's having her fill right now and looking sexy as hell doing it.

After whetting her appetite of stomp serving, the Attention Whore stoops down and tries to retrieve her opponent, but Wolfie curls her limps around the ropes and clings onto them with a grip that could rival the grim reapers hold on a dying person's soul. Elektra becomes frustrated and boots her a few more times before reaching over the top rope and nabbing the People's Princess by the legs. She pulls and strains and tugs until she finally has the good doer bent over the top rope in what could easily be misconstrued as sexual innuendo. Elektra secures Wolfie's legs at her sides and tries to pull her off the ropes into a wheel barrow suplex, but once again the Nebraskan resists, this time nabbing hold of the cage. Elektra brings a boot up twice into her foe's sternum, rattling her enough to break the last line of defense. Wolverina screams and flails as she is lifted up and back quickly, the cage distancing itself from her as she grabs at it pitifully. Up and over Wolfie goes, landing on the back of her neck and shoulders. The move is bridged by the Attention Whore as Wolverina momentarily blacks out. During the Nebraskan's absence of consciousness, the referee drops into position and slaps the mat twice. The Modern Day Wonder Woman opens her eyes ever slightly, brought back to the fray at the urging of 19,040 screaming voices in the IZOD center. What she finds is alarming; the zebra shirt's hand hurtling toward the canvas. Mustering up a wild buck, Wolverina rips herself free from the jaws of defeat, much to the crowd's delight. The fan favorite rolls onto her front side and pushes herself off the mat in a mad scramble to stand and fight, but the dark clad challenger to her Women's Championship roars into her from behind with a clubbing lariat across the shoulder blades that fells her once more.

The Emo Chick shoves the ref out of the way, shooting him a warning glance that is clearly displeased and demanding the man count faster next time. He admonishes her in return but she passes by and pulls Wolfie up to her vertical base. Grabbing her at the wrist, Elektra Irish whips her into the ropes and takes few steps back before bending over. Her plan is simple; back body Wolverina into the cage. Unfortunately, she has telegraphed it and the Nebraskan punts her hard in the chest, straightening the girl upright. Wolfie brings her martial arts background into fruition with a speedy roundhouse kick that sends Elektra into an awesome cartwheel “sell” of the strike. The Most Emo Girl in Wrestling lands on her side and quickly rolls to the corner, figuring it is safe as any place right about now. She begins to pull herself up with aide of the buckles, but is promptly turned around to come face to face with the Paragon of Virtue.  Wolverina mounts on her in the corner and commences a series of hard, measured punches atop her foe's head, reaching five before the crowd starts chanting along all the way to the ninth one. Wolfie jumps off, turns around a full 360 degrees, and wallops Elektra with a huge discus punch to end the salvo of strikes. The Attention Whore takes a seat against the bottom buckle to gather her bearings but is rudely interrupted by Wolverina zipping into her with legs spread wide. The most sought after crouch in wrestling careens into Elektra's face Bronco Buster style, and the People's Princess takes liberty in riding the Emo Chick's face over and over again. Of course, the fans cheer like crazy, especially the dirty minded menfolk (you know who you are).

~Ted Cedar~
Elektra's face is having all the fun tonight! Hot diggity damn!

~Joey Miles~
If this is what Wolfie's good girl side looks like, I can't wait to see her bad girl ways! Elektra you lucky little tart!

Having pacified the haughty challenger to her liking, the People's Princess separates herself from the dark clad future wrist slitter and takes up residence in the center of the ring. She crouches in a stance all too familiar to her cult like following. Knowing what is to come, the fans cheer, clap, yell and prepare their media devices to capture the moment. As Elektra bumbles to a stand on legs and feet that conspire against her will, Wolverina launches her leg at the blasphemer's mouth with the same speed and lethality as a lightning strike. The famous blow comes within a gnat's pubic hair of landing, but the Attention Whore sways out of its path, leaving Wolfie to kick the cage instead. Whilst the Nebraskan's appendage is still hiked over the top cable and against the cage, Elektra pops her behind the knee with a non fanciful kick that quells Wolverina's offense, sends her to the mat, and effectively sequesters the rampant fans. Like a crackhead to the last speck of white on the coffee table, so too does Elektra pounce on Wolverina's leg. Grabbing it up, she places the foot on the middle rope and keeps it in place with her own, then jumps into the air and brings her posterior down across it. She repeats the attack twice more before scooping the wounded woman up into a fireman's carry position and throwing her against the cage wall, bad leg first. Once more Wolfie finds herself trapped against the cage and the ropes, but at least this time she is not upside down. The pain circulating up and down Wolfie's leg is severe and causes the good doer distress. Elektra doesn't care. Why should she? Nobody cares about her, not even her own self, so she couldn't possibly give a damn about the plight of little miss popular. The Attention Whore sticks a leg through the bottom two ropes and places the rubbery sole of her black boot against Wolverina's windpipe, mashing her larynx and shutting off the air supply to the brain.

”Why do they care about you so much? I'm better than you, hotter than you, I'm a better woman than you.. but nobody cares about that. Nobody cares about me, not even that magic man in the sky you pray to so much” she says as she presses even harder, practically squashing Wolfie's head and neck between the cage and her boot. The People's Princess flails and swats at the intrusive pedal but freedom hides its face from her. Her only reprieve comes from her assailant, who retracts her boot and brings the gasping graceling to a stand. Still keeping her victim between the ropes and the cage, the Emo Chick turns Wolfie to face the cage and her worried underlings beyond it. For reasons not yet known, the Most Emo Woman in Wrestling begins parting Wolverina's long dark hair, purposefully dividing the strands so that she holds one large section in each hand. She jerks the Nebraskan's head back and nuzzles the side of it with her own, attention tears streaming down her countenance as she utters hot breaths into the do-gooder's ear. ”Feel my pain, pretty pretty princess. FEEL! MY! PAAAAAIN”! Elektra slams the champion's face forward into the cage as hard as she can, then pulls it back and repeats a second time and even a third time before slowly grinding the woman's visage left and right in huge strides against the steel mesh. Before long rivulets of  blood and imperfections are seen on Wolfie's face as the cage works tirelessly in tandem with the future wrist slitter. Finally, mercifully, the maniacal challenger ends the savagery and spins her around so they are face to face. Wolfie's eyes are barely able to open and crimson streams race down her face as though in competition to a finish line. An epiphany strikes the Most Emo of all Emos. She busies herself with weaving Wolverina's very long dark locks through the diamond shaped holes of the cage fencing several times, tying the hair into a conundrum of knots.

~Ted Cedar~
She's trapped Wolfie. Those lovely long tresses have been her undoing here. All Elektra has to do is stroll on out the door.

~Joey Miles~
She has bloodied the champion up also. Look at Elektra, hardly a scratch on her. The bitch is in beast mode and she has damn sure made Wolfie feel her pain.

For the first time in a long while a smile cracks across Elektra's face. It's a faint one, barely noticeable. Winning the title would make someone care about her, surely, even if that someone is only herself. Elektra says no more and turns away, set to voyage for the cage door and take her claim as champion. Wolverina still has enough wits about her to piece it all together and realizes she is up shit creek without a paddle or a boat. The People's Princess brings her legs up and over the ropes, then wraps them around the Emo Chick's head in a head-scissors figuration. Elektra is quick to push up with her hands while dropping to her knees simultaneously, plucking her head free from Wolfie's desperate snare. The Paragon of Virtue won't be outdone that easily and slams the heel of her boot against the top of her opponent's noggin. It has enough driving power to plant the challenger on all fours, but now she is out of reach. Dazed, Elektra begins crawling on hands and knees toward the cage door as Wolverina goes bonkers trying to free herself. There's really only one way to liberate herself from such a predicament, and it is one that makes the fearless champion cringe. Wolfie takes in a deep breath and begins to thrust her head back and forth, up and down like a headbanger at a concert. Suddenly, her head lurches forward and free of the cage, two huge swaths of her hair remaining tied to the fence links behind her. She will tend to the two bald patches on her head later. Right now she has an ass to beat.

Wolverina sets out on a tear across the ring and makes a theatrical dive at Elektra's feet just as the erstwhile challenger is at the door. The Nebraskan slaps on an ankle lock with urgency, causing the Emo Chick's face to light up stunned in the same way a woman would when getting “treated” to surprise butt secks.  Elektra tries to grab everything she can to keep from getting pulled back into the ring, but she has raised the ire of a woman of renowned tenacity, and Wolverina yanks her like a ragdoll several feet back inside and falls flat on her back, wrapping her powerful yet sexy legs around the girl's stem while she cranks away on the ankle in a deliberate attempt to sever it from Elektra's body. The depressed diva bawls in unbearable pain and throws a hand into the air, wanting nothing more than to slam it to the mat in surrender. Such a thing is not an option for Elektra, especially in the biggest match of her life. She holds on through the agony and rolls onto her back, bringing Wolfie with her, and tries to push her off with her free leg. It doesn't work. The astute champion rolls through it and forces the Emo Chick back onto her front. Elektra tires to repeat her counter plan but has not the strength to do so.  The Most Emo Woman in Wrestling fades quickly and mouths something not loud enough for the referee to hear from his vertical stance. Thinking it to be her verbal concession, the striped shirt drops to his knees and leans in to make certain of his assumption, only to receive a deep rake across the eyes. He grabs at his oculars but suddenly feels a new pain, this one in his groin area from a cheap low blow committed by the cunning challenger. The ring adjutant rolls away and retires into a fetal position.

~Joey Miles~
That was fucking brilliant! Elektra was out of options but still figured out a way to stymy Wolverina.

~Ted Cedar~
Brilliant? That was cowardly! Wolfie had her beat and she knew it so she assaulted the referee. Now even if she does tap out nobody will be able to call it.

~Joey Miles~
You can only win by pin, submission, or escape. That means no dq. Which means anything goes and Elektra just proved she'll do anything.

Wolverina sees it all and releases the hold to check on the poor fella. Her anger swells at the sight and she turns around, finding her double tough adversary on wobbled legs but standing. Elektra makes a dash toward her but Wolfie lofts her straight up into a Military Press position and charges toward the cage. The Attention Whore almost wiggles free but runs out of time and is tossed like a lawn dart into it. The bulky bulwark, much like everyone else, doesn't want or care about Elektra and sends her back from whence she came. The challenger rolls twice and comes to a rest at the royal feet of the People's Princess. After giving her a quick once over, the Nebraskan pulls her up by the scruff of the neck and goes about gesturing to the fans to make some noise. The western section of the IZOD center proves a little louder than the rest so they win the honor of seeing their grappling goddess traverse toward them with the Emo Chick in tow. Wolverina tosses the dragoness that threatens her castle into the cage, but the resilient challenger manages to remain clung to it after impact. Wolfie's enchanting eyes bulge from their sockets as Elektra collects herself and makes an ungodly swift advance up the fence wall.

The Women's Champion gives chase and eats more than a few boots to the ole dome piece as she closes in right under her determined foe. Soon the pair are near the top of the structure. Wolfie abruptly halts Elektra's ascension with a big punch to the girl's vaginal orifice and places her head between the depressed divas legs. Not a ass is fitted inside a seat in the stands or at the commentators table as all bear witness to the beginnings of a possible Electric Chair from atop the cage. Ever sacrificing her own body for the greater good or to destroy evil, Wolverina throws herself back and off of the cage, fully intent on delivering the aforementioned maneuver. The ladies free fall without a parachute, but mid way through the plummet Elektra harnesses control of herself and tightens her legs around Wolverina's head a second before throwing herself into a back flip rotation. This pulls Wolfie into the rotation as well, and proves catastrophic for the most popular woman in wrestling.

~The Awed Fans~
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! THIS IS AWESOME.. clapclap – stompstompstomp

~Ted Cedar~
REVERSE FRANKENSTEINER.... from.... holy shit.... a top the cage! Wolfie has been destroyed!!!!

~Joey Miles~
Now that is a fucking COUNTER!  I thought... we all thought... Elektra was going to be Electric Chaired into oblivion but it's  Wolverina that has wound up obliterated. All in the span of a second. A blink of the eye, Ted. Holy shit indeed!

When Wolfie's body collided with the mat it bounced from prone to supine, as did Elektra's, and the pair continue to lie dead-like near one another. Fortunately for the fans, the customary double 10 count rule is not in play under the rules of the match, because if it was the match would be over and declared a draw. A minute and a half after landing, the first signs of life are seen, but sadly it is from the dastardly diva in black. She gets to her knees in visible pain. Drool swings from her gaping mouth, and her black eyes stare outward, as blank and indifferent as death itself. Elektra collapses onto Wolverina, barely offering an arm over her to prompt a pinfall. The referee, now recovered, begrudgingly administers his duties but does so a little slower than usual. A count of one and there's no report from the queen. A count of two and still nothing, a destiny set in motion for Elektra. Destiny is fickle. There is no three, there's only the peasant and the queen, Wolfie having popped up a shoulder at 2 and 99/100. The Attention Whore rolls off with a cry of frustration escaping her lips. She lies there shaking her head in disbelief. After spending even more time on the canvas, the two finally make it to their vertical bases. Elektra explodes forward, being the fresher of the pair. She stoops low and aims a shoulder at the Nebraskan's gut. Wolverina springs to life at the right time and leaps into the air, driving a mushroom stomp into the challenger's back as she passes below with the ill fated spear attempt. Elektra gets right back up, albeit foolishly too soon, and turns toward her rival. Wolverina has already sent her legendary “Kick in the Teeth” superkick toward her but the Emo Girl catches it with her hands, not with her face, and shoves Wolverina into a spin. As she does so, the Attention Whore brings her signature “Black Parade” 540 kick into the scene to put the champion to bed at long last. Nope. Wolfie ducks under it and shoves her away just to create some space. The women share a quick, determined stare then set off toward the ropes behind them in opposite directions. As they come steaming off  with tremendous speed backing them, each take wing and careen into the other with like minded cross body attempts. The collision is volatile and renders both unable to advance. Once again it is anybody's to take. Tense moments linger by, the fans chanting for their Wonder Woman to rise again. She does, but Elektra rises too. Each lady stumbles against the cage and begin to climb the same wall. They share a look that pretty much says “race you to the top”. It's a slow, boring race until they reach the pinnacle. They straddle the top of the cage and begin trading furiously flung fists. The punches start to slow quickly as battle fatigue sets in, and the pair settle for big, winding blows.

Wolverina, being stronger, starts to get the advantage and almost knocks off her adversary with a big Johnny Hendricks style haymaker. Elektra senses her imminent defeat and claws at Wolfie's eyes, trying in earnest to pluck them free from their sockets.  The tactic works and opens Wolverina up. The Most Emo girl in Wrestling slaps on a headlock and tries to force the People's Princess off of the cage and into the patenting “Emo Driver” finisher, but the powerful princess snakes a hand up and returns the eye rake, coercing the dastardly diva to abandon her attempt. As luck would have it, this also knocks Elektra off balance, allowing Wolverina to suddenly shove her right off the cage into the ring. The crowd roars as the Emo Girl does a full, involuntary somersault all the way to the canvas, where she flops once and becomes still on her back. The match is over. Wolverina has won. She looks down and is set to descend to victory, but a demand is heard from her loyal. “JUMP!” She runs her hand over her face to remove the blood and stares upon them. They want her to “Wish Upon A Shooting Star”. They are her people, she is their princess. Their wish is her command. She gives them a resolute nod and cautiously stands up facing the inside of the ring. Wolfie closes her eyes, sticks her arms out in her trademark crucifix pose, and lets out a she wolf howl that is quickly replied to by her worshipers. Then, she jumps. Her magnificent musculature soars brilliantly into a shooting star press rotation, and mid way through she juts out her elbow, aiming it like a dagger towards Elektra's heart. She lands on the Emo Girl with tumultuous impact, her elbow jarring deep into the woman's chest with power and accuracy matched by none. The force sends Wolverina rolling off of her, but she corals her wits and elbow crawls on top of Elektra's seemingly deceased frame, initiating a cover. Every nook and cranny of the IZOD center trembles under the might of over 19,000 souls screaming their lungs out in unison with the referee's mat slaps.

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THREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

DING DING DING

“Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner of the match and STILL XWA Women's champion..... WOOOOOOOOOOOOLVERINAAAAAAAA!!!!”

~Ted Cedar~
I can not believe what we just witnessed! Wolverina wished upon a shooting star from atop the damn cage! The girl is crazy! She is a dare devil!

~Joey Miles~
Well her wish came true. Elektra fought the good fight but Wolverina went bat shit crazy at the end and pulled that off. Hats off to the girl.

Officials, referees, and medical personnel from the back flood the cage to check on both ladies as we go to a promo hyping up the next Pay Per View.

The End.