Another slide sent the steel crashing once more against the temple of His Royal Darkness as the crowd cheered on. The body only twitched a little; the bright eyes were closed.
JR: He's in a bad bad way here. And StrikeZone's General Manager is loving every bit of it.
JL: I can't remember ever seeing him dissected quite like this. I mean, look! Hes completely out of it.
JR: Could we indeed be seeing the last of the creature known as TDR? Will MadDog pass the final judgment here tonight?
Back on his feet, the Strangla reached down and grabbed the Dark One by his tunic, eager to carry out the next part of his brutal methodology. Although the darkling was certainly not the biggest creature ever to step into the squared circle, at this moment he was the heaviest. The Strangla all but dragged the darkling's dead weight over to the corner of the ring, and tangled him up tall among the turnbuckles. Then sprinting over to where the twisted piece of the light casing lay, he hefted it over his head, almost heaving it into the air as it was so light by comparison. With bared teeth and a mighty yell, the Texas Menace ran forward and brought the item crashing down on the darkling's face. He pulled the steel away to reveal a gash formed in the pale flesh beside the left eye, and a red blood poured out, thick and viscous though somewhat translucent.
Not one to bask in the moment before it is done, the Mad Dog ran forward with the steel casing twice more, and twice more leveled it against his opponent's skull. The Dark One's head hung forward, letting the ikhor crawl across his cheekbones, but his tangled arms kept him bound fast to the corner. But as he backed up to the opposite corner and balanced the beam on his shoulder and charged like something more than man, the darkling's blue eyes opened. He propelled himself up in the corner and leaped towards the oncoming Strangla, spinning himself around in the air to deliver a Streaming Consciousness kick. His foot struck the beam, which swung around enough to throw the Mad Dog off his balance before he could reach a complete stop, and both men fell to the glass canvas with the girder sandwiched between them.
JL: TDR with enough wherewithal left to throw himself at MadDog and buy himself a little more time.
JR: And we may still have ourselves a match here!
Both men reached their feet at more or less the same moment, but not to full height since the steel had caught both men in the chest. His Royal Darkness ducked under a swung fist and reached back to grab the Strangla under his chin. Then, leaping over the battered remains of the casing, he dropped his man in a flying neckbreaker. The back of the Strangla's head and neck hit the steel, and immediately he turned on one side writhing in pain, no one outside the structure enjoyed at all. The Dark One lay on the glass, and reached for the ring ropes to pull himself up. And since I am writing this portion of our story, I feel comfortable ending it here, after pausing for a brief moment to concur that Viper is a captivating woman, by saying that at this moment both competitors inside the structure, Kevin McKain on the outside, and the crowd surrounding all froze and fell silent. A horrifying sound had traveled through the area, like the earth groans when its plates brush against each other and in the fullness of time cause the land to shake and erupt.
The crack was spreading through the glass beneath the surface, and however long it might take the ending would be no less catastrophic.
