Despite the pain in her legs, midsection and ribs, Charon managed to push herself up off the canvas as though she was going to do a whole bunch of press ups. Her face strained as the audience and Kizmat wondered what the hell she was doing, the referee was in her face waiting for the signal to quit but she quite bluntly told him to go "F*ck himself"

She was now as high up as she could push herself, her back wasn't overly happy about it but it was tough. She pushed herself upwards, her hands left the canvas and as her body fell down towards the mat she twisted her body around so that her back would be on the mat, the force created was enough to push Kizmat forwards as her legs twisted round hard and pulled him round with them, throwing him off balance and making him break the hold. The audience gasped and Charon lay on the mat drained, her knee's at their maximum tolerance. She pulled her legs up towards her, there was no major damage and she sprang up hitting Kizmat in the back of the head with a stinging sidekick, sending him sprawling face down to the canvas.

She climbed up onto the corner turnbuckle and balanced herself carefully, she straightened up but as she did Kizmat stumbled to his feet, grabbing the top rope to steady himself. Charons knee's gave out even though the wobble on the rope was only slight and her balance was completely off. She only had time to utter a small "bollocks" as she tumbled backwards and slightly to the side. Kizmat spun round in time to see her tumble backwards, he reached out to try and grab her before her fall sent her back into the metal ring post.

It seemed as though the next couple of seconds slowed to an infinite crawl. As Charon reeled backwards she flailed her arms and managed to turn her body sideways, missing the steel ring post by a mere inch but this presented the next problem which was the apron which her head was about to bounce off. She threw her hands towards the apron and bent her elbows to cushion the fall and as her legs caught up with the rest of her body, she pushed with her arms and shoved herself away from the ring altogether. There was very little she could do about the Spanish announce table as the full force of her body crashed down onto it, it collapsed under the weight created by the fall and the world went black as her head bounced off a table monitor.

Normal time then seemed to resume a few seconds after the collision with the table. Kizmat stared in disbeleif as blood began to pool close to Charon's head, the referee was bouncing round like a squirrel on speed and finally realised that the winner needed to be announced. Since Charon was bleeding quite heavily from head wounds it made Kizmat the winner. She began to move slowly as the words rang through the arena.

"And your winner is......

KIZMAT!!!"

Paramedics rushed down to ringside, Charon groaned when she realised she couldn't move a great deal and simply uttered the words -

"Bollocks, he won."

As paramedics called for a stretcher to be bought down to ringside, Kizmat simply looked on.