Charon stomped hard onto the back of Dylious head, opening up a massive cut right across his face.  She glared at him for a few seconds, an evil smile crossed her lips as she thought - 'this is almost as much fun as beating the crap out of Darkspade....almost but not quite - yet anyway'

She jumped lightly up onto the ring apron, her back and face were masks of blood, droplets spraying off here and there.  She climbed right up to the top of the turnbuckle, her eye on the weapon she was after and leapt like a damned monkey.  Her hand caught and held the chainsaw but the thing wouldn't release from it's place, she swore loudly.  She grabbed the handle with her other hand as well and pulled the best she could while dangling about 15 ft in the air but it wasn't going to happen.  She looked round desperately as Dylious slowly regained his feet and looked round for her, not immediately thinking of looking above his head.

She had to think quickly.  She did what most competitive people would do, she let go and hit Dylious in the back of the head with both feet.  Dylious crumpled under the sheer weight and momentum, Charon didn't come off unscathed though.  She rolled, momentum carrying her straight into the cage side, ripping flesh out of her left cheek and thigh.

Both competitors were slow getting up this time, Charon was slightly more unsteady as her ankle had taken another battering and she was now limping slightly.  Both of them looked as though they were competing for the worse dressed zombie in a horror movie.

Charon bent double after catching sight of something under the ring, she hauled out a table and set it up a macabre grin pasted across her face.  Dylious saw it too, an evil, malicious smile slowly spread across his face.  He was puzzled when Charon then backed away from the table and disappeared on the other side of the ring.  Dylious was rightly wary, he knew he could never underestimate her and he was quick to react when she appeared round the corner with a baseball bat embedded with shards of glass.

Charon rolled into the ring, climbed to the top of the turnbuckle, her footing was compromised when Dylious climbed onto the table, bounced off it and deliberately crashed his back across the top rope.  Charons ankle gave way, however she fell inwards towards the ring much to Dylious annoyance.  He wasted no time in getting back into the ring, he virtually dived on her and shoved his knee straight into her throat.  Charon gasped for breath, her hands scrabbling round looking for anything, it finally found the bat and she brought it up right into the back of Dylious head.  The pressure on her throat released and she choked air into her screaming lungs and rolled over onto her knees, all the while her grip still tightly wrapped round the bat handle.

Part of her rational brain was telling her to pace herself since they were only about ten minutes into the match but the bloodthirsty part, the demon part, the dark part, the evil part wanted more blood, it wanted to taste it, it wanted her to scream and rip Dylious head from his shoulders but for now she would have to settle with the smack she'd just got in.

Dylious had found a Singapore cane from somewhere and he whipped it down hard towards Charons back but some weird instinct made her flip over and partially block the strike with the bat, the end of the cane smacked into her head just above her right eye and not for the first time she saw stars.  Dylious now had the advantage and he took it, he pulled her up by the hair and looked as though he was going to perform a backslide but he w stood far too close to the ropes for that.  Instead what he did was lift her as high as he could from standing and then dumped her head first right into the table.  The impact was teeth grindingly horrific, the table smashed only partially creating jagged edges and sharp metal struts to poke out at evil looking angles.  Charon was really slow to move now, darkness was creeping in at the edges of her vision and she could feel a sharp pain in her right hand side.  On closer inspection she could feel a large splinter of wood protruding from her waist.  She gritted her teeth and pulled it out, blood seemed to be oozing from everywhere now and as Dylious approached he was struggling to keep his footing in the pools of blood.  He came in close to Charon and wrapped his hands round her throat and began to squeeze.

"Time to die."

Something about the simple statement really pissed Charon off, something really went off inside her head like a mad firework spreading out through her body. 

"not..here......not..today."

Her words were laboured, her lips were turning blue from lack of oxygen but she just wouldn't quit.  Dylious lips were curled back in an evil sneer and they were still like that as the splinter was forced right into his left bicep - he cussed.

Charon was now like a woman possessed, she stabbed him a couple more times with the splinter, rolled out of the wreckage of the table, somehow found her feet and stumbled raggedly after Dylious who was now trying to pull the large splinter of table leg from his arm.  Charon had hauled a cricket bat wrapped in barbed wire from the wall of the cage, waited for Dylious to come back into tangle and swung it with every ounce of strength she could find.  She forced the splinter right through his arm and out the other side.  Her second swing missed as Dylious lurched drunkenly out of range.

Anger and rage now coursed through her body as she went after Dylious, she managed to grab a handful of blood soaked hair and then somehow with more luck than judgement managed to spear him right into the remains of the mangled table.