DM: As is Johnny Dinucci’s way we get to follow one messy train wreck of a match up with another one. I know Camilla wanted this match and wants revenge on Sid Griffith for what he did to her at Genesis…but this is inhumane. I don’t see how she could possibly stand a chance against him…he just towers over her.

JG: I like Sid. He’s nasty, violent, egotistical and most importantly he’s loyal to Mr. Dinucci.

Donovan lets out a derisive grunt at the end of the statement but doesn’t immediately say anything. Grand just gazes stupidly up at the ramp, a little trace of drool running down the right corner of his mouth.

DM: That’s disgusting Grande. You’re drooling on the format...

Grande runs the back of his arm across his mouth and cleans it up but the slovenly grin stays on his face.

JG: It’s Camilla, she’s so hot. I can’t help it.

DM: You truly are a repulsive excuse for a human being Grande. It’s no wonder Dinucci keeps you around, you make him look half way decent by comparison…and that takes a lot.

Grande sticks his tongue out at Donovan and then turns to face the ring again, a repulsive looking smile stretched across his face. Donovan just looks at him and shakes his head in disgust and mouth’s the words “thank you” as “Love and War” by Drowning Pool starts to play over the arena PA system. The opening chords to the song echo throughout the arena from the speakers of the PA system, then the building goes black and a light behind a white paper wall reveals a silhouette of a very nicely shaped Camilla Nofri. The drums begin, and she begins to dance to the slow beat of the music until the chorus blasts. She then walks through the paper; with her hair up in a ponytail, a black sports bra with matching short shorts and boots, and red elbow/knee pads. Her gorgeous eyes stare out into the crowd as she methodically walks down the isle. A single spotlight shines down on her as the only light source in the building. Once reaching the ring, she walks up the ring steps, and creeps across the side of the squared circle. Camilla takes one last glance to the cheering fans, and enters the ring. She begins to stretch, using the ropes, awaiting the match to begin.

JG: Oh the nasty things I would do to her if we were alone in a room together…

DM: If you two were in a room together she’d break your worthless neck.

JG: That’s ok as long as she has her hands on me.

DM: God I wish someone would come down here and break your face right now. You’re disgusting.

The rest of the conversation is drowned out as the heavy guitar riffs begin “Slaughtered” begins to blare through the arena. The arena is immediately filled with booing from the fans, who very vocally express their contempt for the person who comes out to the song. As Phil Anselmo makes his first grunt, Sid Griffith steps onto the entrance ramp and begins walking down to the ring. Not a single fan can be seen approving Sid Griffith as he makes his way towards ringside. A child in the front row throws Griffith a thumbs down as he boos enthusiastically next to his father, doing the same with a grin on his face. Sid makes his way towards the child and grins as the kid continues to boo. Sid then turns his head and hocks a large spitball into the face of the little kid, who goes from booing to crying in mere seconds. The father, livid, attempts to swing at Sid, but is stopped quickly by security. In response, Sid laughs obnoxiously and sticks a middle finger in the father's face before turning on his heel and rolling into the ring, much to the disapproval of every single fan in attendance. He smiles as he circles the ring, loving the hatred being sent his way. Sid grabs the top rope and steps onto the apron, pulling himself effortlessly up and over the top rope into the ring. He strides into center ring and smirks viciously at Camilla before mockingly bowing at the audience, who respond by booing even louder and even throwing a few things into the ring. Sid stands back up and smiles clearly pleased with the reaction of pure, unbridled hatred.

DM: God what an obnoxious prick! He spit in that child’s face! What the hell is wrong with him?

JG: It’s good for the little bastard, it’ll teach him that life isn’t always fun and that his actions have consequences.

DM: No it won’t! If it teaches him anything it’ll teach him that Sid comes from the lowest common denominator and that Johnny Dinucci likes those kinds of people. Like I said, that’s why he keeps you around.

Sid walks over to Camilla and just smirks down at her silently. She responds by glaring up at him. The referee walks over to the two of them and explains a few things to them before stepping back. Camilla wastes no time and immediately drills a kick into the giant’s right knee. It connects and causes the knee to buckle a little bit, but it holds up and Sid stays on his feet. She reaches back to deliver another one but is headed off by Sid’s gigantic hand being placed onto her face. He squeezes his fingers around her head and lifts her off of the canvas effortlessly. He holds her at arms length for a few moments as she vainly flails at him, trying to break his grip. He finally grows bored of it and unceremoniously dumps her onto the mat. She lands and springs back to her feet but is rapidly cut off by a vicious slap to the right side of her face. The hand lands with a loud crack and instantly spins the young woman around and into the ropes. The fans react with an “owww!!!” that is rapidly drowned out by a deafening boo. Camilla bounces off of the ropes and spins back towards Sid, who immediately drives the sole of his boot directly into her face, violently knocking her to the canvas. Sid just towers over her and laughs before straightening up and raising his arms into the air.

DM: Good god that was vicious! Now look at the obnoxious bully, he’s proud of himself!

JG: Why shouldn’t he be, he basically ended the match in what…three moves?

DM: I wouldn’t be so quick to make that assumption.

JG: I am. This match is over. He almost kicked her head off of her body with her neck still attached to it!

The crowd’s already thunderous booing multiplies in intensity when Sid lowers his left arm over his shoulder and starts to pat himself on the back, acting as if he’s about to record the biggest victory of his life.

DM: What an asshole! Come on your obnoxious prick, stop rubbing it in!

Sid turns and looks down to where Camilla was lying only to find empty canvas. He turns to his right and sees nothing and then turns to his left just in time to see a pair of boots slam into his face. The dropkick lands solidly on his mouth and actually staggers the giant, sending him stumbling back a few inches. Sid bounces off of the ropes and lunges back at her with an angry look on his face. He attempts to clothesline her but finds nothing but empty space where she had been standing. Camilla easily dodges the attempted attack and leaps forward as Sid stops and straightens up. She proceeds to drill her sole of her foot into his spine, causing the larger man to bend over backwards. She immediately leaps up onto the ropes and springboards off, dropping a leg across his face and driving the back of his head into the canvas. The two land with so much force that the entire ring shakes violently.

DM: Ha ! That’s what the arrogant bastard gets for celebrating like that ! Nice shot Camilla !

JG: Aren’t you supposed to be impartial Donnie ?

DM: I don’t have to be any more impartial than you have to be well mannered and knowledgeable.

JG: Oh…well I guess you don’t have to be…HEY !

DM: Gotcha Bomb.

Inside the ring Camilla is on her feet stomping repeatedly onto Sid’s right knee, hoping to injure it enough to slow him down. As she does this Sid tries to pull himself to his feet, only to have her drive her foot into the back of his knee whenever she does so. Sid finally grabs the referee and throws him at Camilla, causing the two to crash to the mat. He slowly pulls himself back up and shakes the pain out of his leg before taking a couple of steps forward. His steps are slightly more ginger than usual.

DM: Come on Ref, disqualify him for that ! What a cheap move!

JG: I thought it was rather clever. He was unable to get her away from his knee and he did something about it.

DM: Bomb…where the person who is speaking is you is concerned the words “I” and “think” should never meet in the same statement.

JG: That’s not very nice you know.

DM: What’s the matter Bomb ? Can’t you take your own obnoxious medicine ?

Sid walks over to the two and shoves the referee out of the way before reaching down to pull Camilla off of the mat. He gets half way down only to be brought up short by a forearm to his groin. The move causes the larger man to take a step back and inhale deeply. Camilla uses the opening to stand up and launch and standing dropkick into his knee again. The kick connects squarely with the knee causing it to buckle, but doesn’t Sid off of his feet. Camilla immediately springs off of the ropes and launches herself at Sid. She drives a spear into the damaged knee and hits him with so much force that he topples over onto his face and she flies right through the ring ropes and out to the floor. Sid goes down like a falling tree and slams into the canvas face first, Camilla slams hard into the floor but manages to twist enough so that her back takes most of the impact. The landing is nothing short of horrible in spite of it.

DM: Holy crap ! Camilla almost broke her own neck on the floor !

JG: Yeah…but she actually managed to slow the monster down a little bit in doing so.

DM: That won’t do her any good if she can’t stand up after the fact. If that’s the case then the move is self defeating.

The fans behind the railing that Camilla crashed into lean over it and look down at her with concern, a couple of them actually patting her on the back. She slowly starts to move, obviously in pain from the landing and groggy as well. She pulls herself up with the railing and stands with her hands on it and the fans start to throw trash in her direction.

DM: Somebody stop that son of a bitch! That’s unconscionable!

The view rotates to show Sid advancing on Camilla with a folded metal chair in his hands and an evil smile on his face. She slowly turns around to see why all the garbage is coming in her direction and in the process inadvertently ducks the chair shot that would surely have knocked her senseless. The chair slams into the railing with a loud clang and Sid’s face screws up into a look of irritation. The referee slides out of the ring and yanks the chair out of Sid’s hand, throwing it to the floor and chastising him for using it. Sid’s expression changes to one of outright anger as the referee gets in his face for the attempt at using it as a weapon. The fans start to cheer wildly for no apparent reason.

DM: Yes! Do it!

JG: Pay attention ref!

Sid finally dismisses the referee with a flick of his hand and turns to face the ring. He turns to his right and “clang !”. The crowd explodes in cheers as Camilla leaps off of the apron and smashes the same chair right into the top of Sid’s head, causing the chair’s headrest to nearly snap off from the force of the attack. Camilla lands on both feet on the floor as Sid staggers backwards and falls backwards into the crowd with the mangled chair hanging from his neck. Camilla notes this with a satisfied smirk. The referee says a couple of things to her but does so with a grin on his face. Camilla responds by nodding her head and smiling.

JG: Fire him now! He’s clearly conspiring with Camilla against Sid!

DM: Why should he protect Sid? The gigantic bastard has done nothing but treat him with disrespect so far. Sid should be happy that the referee hasn’t disqualified him already for putting his hands on him as he did!

JG: But that’s cheating! It’s nonsense! It’s…it’s…

DM: It’s a receipt you bloated moron!

Camilla climbs back onto the apron and looks back over her shoulder as the chair comes sailing over her head and lands in center ring. Sid stands up with a look of almost childish rage on his face, his face purple with anger. Camilla sees him get up and springboards onto the top rope from the apron before leaping into mid air. Sid gets to the railing and has one leg over it before he notices her flying towards him and due to his position he can no nothing to defend himself from the attack. Camilla lands and wraps her legs around her neck. She swings her hips out and uses the momentum to force Sid over the railing, flipping him head over end onto the floor where he lands with an audible thud. Camilla lands and rolls through the move, coming back to her feet with a satisfied smile on her face. Sid stands still, one knee on the floor and makes no effort to move. The fans in front of him start to boo, yell and point frantically at him.

DM: What’s that slimy bastard doing now?

JG: How should I know? I’m sitting next to you.

DM: That was a rhetorical question Bomb…you weren’t expected to answer it.

JG: Why not?

DM: Because it was rhetorical.

JG: Re-whatical?

DM: Never mind.

Camilla walks up to Sid and reaches out to grab him around his neck when he suddenly wheels around on her. What happens next is impossible to tell, but the end result is Sid on two feet twirling something around his hand and Camilla on the floor clutching at her left eye in absolute agony. The referee sees what Sid is doing and orders him to show him what it is. Sid just smirks at him and stretches the object out in his hand right in front of the referee, barely showing it to him before he wheels on one heel and shoots it into the crowd.

DM: What's that a rubber band? He shot her in the eye with a rubber band? What the hell kind of a weapon is that?

JG: Judging by the way that Camilla is rolling around on the floor, and might I add looking very hot in doing so…it’s a very effective weapon.

DM: Now I’ve seen everything…and you shouldn’t be so ready to pat him on the back for that. It was still a cheap shot.

JG: Wah wah…he’s back in charge again. That’s all that matters.

DM: You’re disgusting.

Sid looks down at Camilla and lets out a thunderous laugh. The referee gets into his face and starts screaming at him for doing what he did. Camilla is still down on the floor clutching at her eye and still obviously in a great deal of pain. Sid picks Camilla up and throws her to the ropes, before connecting with a vicious and sick looking clothesline which turns Camilla inside out as she falls on her neck. The referee checks on her before calling the match over. Sid looks down at Camilla and let’s out a sickening laugh.

WINNER OF THE MATCH BY KNOCK-OUT: SID GRIFFITHS

DM: My god, get that pig out of here!

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