Hesitation from another crack growing faded from the arena. The fans finally drawing a breath. Neither man plummeted through the window pane, looking through to their end. The Dark Requiem forced Strangla back to his feet. MadDog stood on one side of steel. His head trapped in TDR's arm standing on the other side. With a twist of fait Strangla's spine wrapped around the light casing still laying in the ring. Spears of pain traveling every last nerve. He could feel the devastation tingling from his toes, to his hair folicals. A fish out of water he flopped about. Torment flooding his body. Requiem kicking the piece of steel out of the ring. It clanged the concrete floor, stretching from the rings side to the steel wall five feet away.
JR: If this was a normal match, this would be a great chance for The Dark Requiem to take the ring.
JL: This isn't a normal match though JR. I was thought up by a man miles from ordinary, even by our standards.
JR: For an opponent standing just as tall in the same class.
Dark hand embed ancient claws in the side of the Dog's neck. MDS peeled up to all fours, then clean to his feet. The Requiem with iron clad grip leading Strangla like a puppy. Fighting for freedom from his leash, but to no avail. Too weak, exasperating what little energy he had for a pointless cause at the time. From one corner of the ring to the other. The went from a liezurly stroll, to a blinding sprint. Requiem delivering MadDog chest first into the corner. Oxygen exploding from Texan born lungs. TDR pause stepped to the left. Leaving Strangla with enough room to bounce back out. In the blink of an eye he was moving again. Scaling the corner, up to the second buckle effortlessly. An olympic diver as his leg sprung, his Royal form back off in the same instance. His arm lead behind his flying body. Hooking around MadDog mawl during the flight. Strangla's head spiked into the unforgiving glass. Lights pulsating right along with the pain in his mind. The creatively odd; Reverse flying DDT something out of this world, as far the back of his head knew.
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JL: The fan's don't like what their seeing right now!
JR: Can they rally their purifier back with their chants?
MadDog had forced his body to roll over. He was pushing to all fours when The Dark Requiem knelt to help him the rest of the way. A sudden and surprise jab to the kidney was the Dark Lord's 'thank you'. A left shoveling into his gut was the 'very much'. Strangla hadn't even made it off his hand and knees. Trying to fight himself out of this predicament. TDR with a leap put an end to it. A lightening round of Bicycle Kicks flattening MDS. With out wasted time The Requiem had The Texas Menace on his feet. Propelled sping first into a ring corner. MadDog saved himself from whatever TDR intended to follow with. Falling out of the corner draping over the top rope. Darkwing Duck hitting the brakes on his charge, before imploding into the corner as well. Both hand ripped over MadDog Strangla. Forcing him back first against the padding. Putting the DWF mutt in the place he was meant to be. Knife edge chops across the throat stapling him in place. Strangla planted both hands on the top ropes on either side his body. Legs drawing up with a mighty double boot. Looking to drive The Dark Requiem away. Push him off of the offensive. With near scripted ease his Royal Highness stepped beyond their reach. A leg scooped up under each arm. He drove against Strangla with them. Forcing him to sit atop the top buckle. A melee of blistering fast, brutal punches. Tenderizing MadDog's mid-section. TDR stepping onto the middle buckle more murdilating fists flying. Their downward angle crowning Strangla's forehead one by one.
JR: This could end up very badly JL.
JL: No a regular match would be badly. Here in this match, catastrophically would be the word.
The Requiem had gone bazurk on MadDog's head. Throwing punches relentlessly until blood, and revenge was drawn. The Texan melon disappeared under his right arm. The Requiems left hooking around Strangla's knee. 1...2...3...He took three attempts before The Dark Requiem was able to heave the mighty form over his head. MadDog locked over his shoulder. A foot raise to the top rope, then the other hit. The two firing like pressurized potato guns. Inside-hook vertical suplex from the top of the corner. A last breath drawn in the arena. Silence blanketing like the midnight sky. A repetitious click heard as spectators remembered themselves. Camera's drawn lick pistols and firing. The radius of MadDog's curved spine hammering into the glass. Dead center of the ring. Body breaking across the crack already running from corner to corner. A dust of glass and small fragments flew from the canvas. Like in the Tremors movies, blasting in opposite directions of the impact zone. Drawing the line of this new crack. Running between the remaining corners. A X on prominent display. Marred here and there by other cracks and blisters. A deeper breath drew. The horrid trembling sound continued.
JL: This is it JR, this is it! I just know it.
Hearts sunk as prays filled the sky. Many eyes averting from the battle area. The glass fell and unleveled....It remained however. Two pieces instead of the one giant pane. It split in two upon this new line. It seemed eons passed as weary souls watched on.
JR: I think it's going to hold...
JL: God this match is too much.
JR: That it is..................I'm JR reminding you this match is brought to you by the DWF, and kind words for Viper. When you got nothing else, you got words for Viper.
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(hopefully this don't end up short. going from 15, 17, and a 22 inch monitor really throws off length judgment. Sorry bro I tried, but keeping a saturday open...yea sorry meng. I wanted to be here sooner *hugs*)