MadDog nodded a subtle nod. He had no need for words. So much time had come and gone. Words were no longer needed. His dream The Dark Requiem's nightmare was finally a reality. Strangla answered the bitch slap with a blistering right fist. TDR dunking under the deathly blow. One of his own swinging back at the Texas Menace. Strangla blocked with left arm. Stepping in a right hook jolting The Requiem's rib cage. From the block arm position MDS rolled his left arm over The Darkling's right. Snapping his body around into a rear arm lock. Left elbow to Strangla's temple. TDR spinning around reversing the move on MadDog. Running the man forward into the turn-buckle set. Expelling the oxygen from the Texan's chest. Even with the battle he had already been through Strangla would not go quietly into the night. Both feet planting on the middle buckle. All his muscles pumping in his legs. Him and TDR firing out of the corner. They both saved them selves and re-steadied. MDS turning to face The Dark Requiem, center of the squared circle once more. They faced off pacing a slow circle round the ring. Arms raised as each waited for the other in preparation.
Strangla was the first to charge. He had waited too long on The Requiem. He'd waited too long for this to finally happen. He wasn't going to wait to see how long, TDR would let this round of sizing up last. The pair locked up in a classic show of strength. It was a facade on MadDog's part. He had no interest to prove himself better in this manner. Nothing peaked him to show he was stronger. He bridged his body to the his right side. Heavy knee driving into the left ribs of The Darkling. A quick jerk of his body Another blow impacting the tendering area. Three good strikes MadDog had set his principal attack for the time being. As the match ensued he would exploit every injury he could instill up the Requiem. One more twisting jerk found his knee firmly planting in Dark Wing Duck's side. Working like the Lucha he once was. Strangla quickly spun their bodies alering their positions. He dropped to one knee TDR ripped over the other. A side stretch threatening to dislodge rib from rib. A few well planted fist and elbows when ever he could sneak them in.
The fans cheers quickly turning to boos. His Royal Darkness managed an across body punch breaking the hold. Rolling in MadDog's half lap. TDR threw an arm around the Texan melon. Hitting a short and extremely modified, but none the less effective, DDT! A jagged elbow to the back of MadDog's neck exclaiming the end of the move. Each felt the heat pour from the glass' surface. It was yet to be burn encoring, but it was well on it's way. The Requiem pulled Strangla up right along with himself. Stiff right punch before a lighting fast spin. Left heel repaying the ribcage massacre MDS was looking to disperse.