Through hug-o-matic doors the cage split between inside and outside the arena. Additional seating set up on the buildings exterior. Glasses provided to all fans. Filtering the lights as the special cameras would do, to tolerable levels. It was finally here. The night MadDog Strangla, and so many others had been waiting for. Strangla especially he was drooling at the mouth for the events about to become.
He stood now posted in the corner of the glass bottom rink. He'd walked and tested the surface many times. Accustoming himself even more to the textured top. His match with Smash had ended in splendor. One match between then and now. Viper and Gideon. Gid's special retirement match. Like so many of the stars were. Strangla wanted to be ringside for this event.A happening that just couldn't be arranged, regrettably.
Bandages marred his body now. The same leather pants decorating his legs. To hell and back all, had already been tonight. He'd kept as much on reserve. Stayed protected as well he could. Against a competitor like Smash, a difficult feat. MDS retreating to the back. Directly to the EMTS and medical staff. Wounds stitched and closed. Body pumped full of adrenaline and pain medications. Anything he could talk the doctors into. Anything to get him in fighting condition. Other toxins of nature filling his veins when they weren't looking.
Mid way through Viper and Gideons triumphant round he made his way out. Sneaking his way into the confines of his brain child. Enjoying the match happening else where as best he could. Posting up finally in this corner. Waiting while he gathered and collected himself. For this, and entrance didn't matter. Flashy pyrotechnics and music wouldn't put Strangla in a better mindset for this match. Several months had seen beyond anything else he was more then ready.
He waited patiently now. For The Dark Requiem, and Kevin McKain. Fucking blue bastard. Nice move, but it's not going to help you. Paying for your transgressions will be your only saving. Even if Kevin McKain was to come under cross fire. Perhaps TDR really was worried. If his powers stretched as far as rumor told. Then he knew how far MadDog would go to win, no winning meant nothing. He knew how far Strangla would go.