Returning to his feet Strangla noticed the glint of reflective light. The first crack slowly stretching down the glass. Running from where TDR lay to the ring corner. His manic smile growing over his face. He tackled on top of The Dark Requiem. Nothing like a wrestler. More a small boy eagerly finding his dog. MadDog forced the Darkling to roll over. Just as clumsily as said small boy would. With TDR on his stomach Strangla rest on his back. Kneeling next to the Dark Princess' head. His fingers entangled in The Requiem's hair. Strangla forced the Dark One to look at the crack as it stretched. Lips breaking softly against TDR's ear. Almost like MadDog was whispering sweet nothings in Kaly's own.
"Look at it. Do you see that. That's the first step to your end, and we've just started sweetheart. Your my bitch tonight. Now what do ya say we make that a lot worse."
Strangla reeled back with head in hand. Slamming The Requiems face hard into the textured glass. Other then TDR grunting in pain little happened. MDS pinning the face down once more. Lowering his lips playfully against his opponents once more.
"Guess we're gonna have to try a little harder."
He peeled the blue meanies head from the glass canvas. Other hand joining with the first. Both arms spiking with all their might. Strangla hesitating a second to look for another crack. Nothing. He brought TDR's head up again, and again, and again. Slamming The Requiem's face into the unforgiving glass repeatedly. An endless barrage of brutality. Strangla refusing to quit, waiting for a crack he knew wouldn't come. He would flip from left to right, and every where in-between. Ensuring TDR's entire face met the glass at least once. The Requiem realizing he was in a bad way. Feeling the raising temperature of the surface, he had to do something. Throwing back a elbow of desperation luckily finding Strangla's side. MDS would repay the gesture ten fold. A driving spike of Requiem's head, all of his body weight following through. The Dark Lord hysterically through back with the elbows. Their counts grew. Eventually enough damage delivered to rid the monkey on his back. Strangla clamoring to his feet. A boot stomping down on the back of The Dark Requiem's head. Reminding the blue prince of his place, and predicament. Before helping TDR up to his feet. Strangla let sail with The Requiem. Sending him across the ring and back first in the opposite set of buckles. Following immediately behind with a Strangla Splash. The pair staggered out MadDog quickly hitting a DDT.
MadDog left the laid out Dark Rectum behind. Crossing around the down trotted body of the ancient ruler. Climbing to sit king on the top turn-buckle. Quietly and patiently waiting for TDR to rise. Sadistic smile blazing across his face. Eye's glowing with anticipation. The Dark Requiem beginning the slow journey to vertical. One arm coming out. Then the other each working together to push him to all fours. Strangla growing more and more eager. TDR on one knee, then pushing up to both legs. MDS standing on the middle buckle behind him. The Requiem turned about with a stagger. Eye's in shock to find MadDog Strangla flying at him with high speed. MDS hitting, No TDR countering. With amazement to the crowds the Requiem caught Strangla across his shoulders. MDS was as shocked as the fans, quickly fighting to free himself. The Requiem wouldn't allow such an escape. All his might flowing into his arms. Stranlga pushed high over his head with a gorilla press. No sooner had TDR's arms reached full extension did he let MadDog go. Slinging the Texan head underneath it's body. The Dark Requiem coming down on top of Strangla with a cross body slam N' splash. MadDog's body eviscerated by the hard impact.
Behind special glasses eye's widened. The eerie creak filling the air, the nearest camera zooming in. Following away from MDS's limp body the second crack. Growing from the impact zone. A few inches down from the corners final point. Camera set as the thin line climbed down the thick edge. The fans waited with heavy hearts. Watching carfully if the cracks in opposing corners would connect. If either was ready to stretch across the open pane and split the ring in two. They wouldn't. Just the same if this was The Dark Requiem's post it would likely end here. Leaving the significance of another crack to settler in your minds. However, TDR ain't writing this piece. I am, and I have a stale first post to make up for. While I'm breaking away from kayfabe. We'll add Viper's pretty fucking cool here too.
Requiem had MadDog on his feet. A melee of right handed chops blistering Strangla's chest. A left thrown in here and there for good measure. The Dark Requiem freed Strangla from his pinned position against the ropes. MDS darting across the ring from the whip. Bouncing back he met with the Dark Requiem. Losing sight of every thing. Spinning through the air before coming down hard in the center of the ring. The back body drop landing him with enough impact to force the two cracks to finally meet. The arena dead silent as everyone present held their breaths. Watching intently as a crack appeared on either side of Strangla's body. Slowly stretching out towards each of the already battered corners. Even TDR grew restless watching as the line split the canvas diagonally. Either he was unaware and oblivious to the matter, or Strangla didn't care. Forcing his body to push on, under The Requiem's being. It was neither MadDog knew better. The length for most of these crack were barely on the surface. It was still going to take a lot more before this ring gave. The Dark Requiem face plenty more hell to cleanse him. The glass ring had eons of life left as far as TDR should be concerned.
MDS as on all fours before The Requiem finally took notice. It would seem the ring wasn't about to give way. To his feet the DWF was pulled. TDR shooting him off at the rope once more. Strangla had no intention to find out what Darkwing Duck had in store for him. Hooking elbows around the top rope and stopping his return, to Requiem knows what.(its a god reference ha) Plans might've been changed, but TDR wasn't letting Strangla out that easily. He charged the Texas bastard. A cactus clothesline taking both men over the top rope. Crashing to the raw concrete awaiting the ball of flesh and pain the two men became. Kevin McKain doing as Strangla requested, wisely moving around the ring. Keeping a fair bit of distance between himself and the battle. A steady eye trained on the mayhem whilst things unfolded. Viper quirking up in her seat for a brief moment in time. Seeing clear as crystal they went out near Mr. McKain.
Both men were shaken and stirred. Climbing to their knees the battle didn't cease. The Dark Requiem taking MadDog's throat in his hand. MDS throwing back a stiff right in attempts to break the iron grip. This fuck, there's only one Strangla in the match. Requiem's grip only tightened in response. MadDog bringing his own hand to clench tightly to TDR's gullet. Suffocating the life out of one another punches flew with spare hand. TDR repaying Strangla's first swing, as hand grasped his throat. MadDog answering back immediately. They battled all the way to their feet. Neither man relinquishing their bear trap grasp on the other. Punches blowing as steadily as kite wind. Standing they continued to trade blows. Each man changing colors in the face. The war dropping them back down. Each on a knee and then both. Unrelenting both men went on choking the life out of the other. Oxygen left void of mind and body. Limbs giving way as they fell back to both knees. Punches weaker and weaker with each passing second. Unspoken agreement it would seem. Complete exasperation landing on both ends. Perhaps not the annoyance of the other man continuing, but own expiring energy.
MadDog Strangla and The Dark Requiem falling away from each other, near the same time. Each held at their own neck. Swallowing air madly, as they climbed to a knee. A watchful eye on each other as they rose to feet. Two hundred car pile up on the freeway as MDS and TDR charged and collided. Each man flying back and landing hard on their ass. The both rolled and gathered to their feet charging again. Locking up, heads side by side. Arms entwining around one and another. Both men pumping their blood to their legs. Pushing their muscles to move. Doing anything to drive the other man, even if only an inch. Barely centimeters were gained either way. The stand off as high, as the noon sun. Strangla slinked an arm loose. Snatching The Requiem by the wrist. He let the Dark Lords muscles have what they wanted. Surprising TDR as he let him sail into the unforgiving ring post. Staggering back from the impact His Royal Rectum would find no quarter. MDS hooking a hand deep into his waistline. Other hand lead a fore arm locking behind head. Strangla charging The Darkling at the inner wall of the cage. Barreling through the bank of fluorescent lights. Driving with out remorse into the solid steel cage. The men vanishing for a few moments. Disappearing in pop of light. The bulbs giving their last hurray to the world. A white cloud filling the area from all the broken tubes.
Stepping out of the TDR shaped hole. The Texas Menace took pleasure in the carnage. Drew inspiration from a match long yet over. Reaching up. He shredded one of the two light bulb banks off the cage's side. The power cable still strung through to it's power supply. Glowing in MadDog's hands like an odd Light Saber. The fans cheering as the light vanished in a small flash. Strangla slaying Dark Maul. The metal casing of the lights bending over The Requiems spine. The lights bursting. More of the toxic gas and powder filling the air. TDR flattened to his stomach. Strangla laying the remains of the light housing next to his body. The Texas Menace provided him self ample room. A twenty foot sprint before sliding home like Willy Mayes. The thin metal cracking off of The Requiem's skull.