If you think it'll do something, go for it.....Don't be too surprised when nothing happens

Mr. Psycho Smash had succeeded in stopping MDS' momentum. Could he be successful in maintaining his own? Another pin attempt following the neck breaker. Smash falling Kade's cunt hair short of the third smack. Strangla easily catching the near by ropes. Taking longer for the Ref to notice. The Psycho broke away to argue with the referee. Returning to MadDog as the Texan climbed to all fours. A knee to the temple flattening him back out. Only for Smash to turn right back around and scoop him back up. Letting Strangla sail across the canvas. Slamming him back first into the turn-buckles. Looking around he quickly spotted the same sledge hammer Strangla had put to work on him. Payback. With the battering ram in hand Smash charged across the ring. Driving the head of the hammer into MadDog's gut. Front row fans swearing they could hear ribs cracking. Strangla doubling over. Smash spinning the hammer around. The cold steel spiking the back of the Champions neck. Laying MDS flat out once more.

Mr. Smash eerily eyeing MadDog's lifeless body. Plotting and pondering. Searching, and racking his brain. Looking, prey tell, how could he fuck Strangla up more? What was it he had trouble with....Oh, yeah. With the thought hitting Smash's mind, so did the hammer. The heavy ball of metal crashing down into MadDog's left shoulder. The one dislocated time and time again through out Strangla's career. Mr. had seen it happen a few time already in DWF alone. MadDog was scissoring like a warm lit on fire. Gripping at his once more dislocated arm. A firm boot planting on his spine. Mr. Smash pinning the Texan on his stomach. The steel and wood slamming down on the shoulder again. Completely obliterating the joint. MadDog's convulsions too much for Smash to contain. The Psycho forced to step away, or be taken down by the violent jerking. Smash taking the moment in time to enjoy all that he had done. By the bad arm The Psycho dragged Strangla to the center of the ring. Going for the pin. 1. MadDog was trembling too tremendously for Mr. Psycho Name Altering Smash to stay on top.

Mr. Psycho Name Altering Smash rolled away. Climbing to his feet. Scanning the walls of the cage. Ripping down a steel chair. Perhaps if Strangla was completely unconscious he could make the pin. Mr. Altering raised the chair high over head. Reading to bring it crashing down on MadDog's head as many times as it took. Strangla quickly bust out a small spin a rooney. Swapping feet where his head was. Large Texan boot finding Smash's gut. Another one for good measure toppling Smash over. He fell down sure enough, but right on top of MDS. Leading with the steel chair. The wall of metal pan caking Strangla's upper body and face. Smash quickly trying another pin attempt. 1...2...3.. No! MadDog grabbing the loose chair in one hand. Swinging it in, breaking up the pin. Still a wounded animal. It was a weak blow, Mr. Psycho Name Altering Smash, having no problem shaking it off. Wrestling the chair away, making it his weapon once more. The curved top pointing down in his grip. The top of the chairs back DRIVING DOWN INTO MADDOG'S THROAT. The Texan rolling away immediately. Gasping for air. Operating only on reflex.

Posted on Jun 26, 2009, 10:29 PM

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Well, it always works.... on Jul 1, 2009, 2:47 PM

Would you care to actually test that theory with me?. on Jul 1, 2009, 6:43 PM

It wouldn't of worked I'll tell you that much!. on Jul 17, 2009, 4:42 PM