Mckain neared the limp mass of bodies. His foot kicking out at Strangla's. Slowly the Texan heels stirred. Pulling into his body as MadDog forced himself to all fours. Strangla amazed in both himself and TDR. Watching as the Dark Lord forced his body to roll over next to him. This match had been something else for both men. MadDog even worse following another of equal proportions. He had no clue how and why he was still going. Save the drive to finally reach an end. To burry all that had happened and lay waist of this feud with The Dark Requiem. Find his own place a top the Darkside Wrestling Federation. Just coming out of this match in one piece alone...That by its self would show him a truly formidable force.
Strangla let The Requiem finish his roll. Grabbing the back of his head as soon as he tried pushing to all fours. Palming The Dark Requiem's head he dragged and racked it back and forth. Letting the sharp edges of the split floor mawl his face. Deep gashes sliced through flesh. Crimson life force pouring from TDR's face. Blood dripped through the crack running across the ring. Bubbling to smoke and flame landing on the flood lights below. MDS pushed to his knees and then to a stand. Ushering Darkwing Duck chest first into the far corner. A Strangla Splash squeezing every last breath of oxygen from The Requiem. MadDog spun TDR around raising and driving his elbow down. Spiking the bridge of Dark Rectum's nose. Pain dropping the Darkling to his knees. Strangla driving with one of his own. Flattening The Requiem in the ring corner. MDS shot over his body climbing to the second turnbuckle. Waiting with quiet anticipation. Just as TDR started forcing his body to raise Strangla pounced. The bottom of his boot planting to the Requiems forehead. Breathes drawn and held. The mighty stomp followed by the protests of the ring.
The Dark Requiem rolling frantically away to safety. Strangla watching at his feet as the ring rumbled and more cracks grew. A new section cut free across the glass corner. This half of the giant pane dropping two or three inches. MadDog carefully keeping his balance. Using the ropes to keep from tumbling through to the floor. All the electrical current awaiting him on the other side. It was still holding. Remarkably the ring floor still had fight left in it. MDS quickly looked around the ring. TDR was on the still level half of the ring. He was quick to escape Strangla's assault and the possible end of the canvas. Smart creature he was, but MadDog Strangla was far from through. Carefully the Texas Menace knelt. Scooping up the 2ftx2ftx2ft triangle of glass ring floor. The four inch think hunk of glass was surprisingly heavy. He lead with it first. Charging up the slanted angle of the canvas. The Dark Requiem on his knees quickly dodged to the side. Avoiding the incoming blow of the glass hunk. A stiff right hook, burrowing into MadDog's gut. Effectively stopping the man in his tracks. The glass brick freeing from his grip. Sliding across the ring, resting in the corner. Doubled over the DWF Mutt was greeted to a left hook, from TDR.
His Royal Darkness battled to a vertical position. Hammering lefts and rights, beating Strangla upright as well. Repaying a little bit of the facial damage he'd been subjected to. MadDog tried answering back with a left hook. TDR blocking and countering to a rear arm bar. Quickly spinning back around countering to a irish whip. What ever he had in mind to follow was a mute point. Strangla tripping on the jagged upheaval of the ring floor. Tripping forward and coming to a rest draped over the top rope. A seeming sigh and shrug of disappointment lead to TDR chasing after. Jumping over the top rope next to Strangla. Hooking his arm around the bulk of the Texan's neck. Falling to the floor looking to decapitate MDS via the top vinyl line. Strangla sling-shotted from the top rope. Head bouncing off of the canvas mere moments before The Dark Requiem was pulling him under the bottom rope. Outside MadDog found himself facing another whip. The Dark-One sending him spine first through the lighted wall to the hard steel of the cage. The Requiem's grip unfailing he brought Strangla right back out. Whipping him back first into the ring apron. His fingers still remained like iron vice around MadDog's wrist. Sending Strangla through a new grouping of lights to the unforgiving metal bars. Back and forth, like a pin-ball he danced the Texas Menace.
The mug of the DWF mutt planted a kiss to the ring post. The Dark Lord of Ruling Darkness was looking to bring MadDog back through the wall of lights, but his prey fell limp. The last blow collapsing him over the ring steps. Dent slowly filled with blood. The diamond plate bending as TDR spiked Strangla's head into the hard steel. Ripping torn flesh even wider. Words went with out speech. The Dark Requiem's eyes meeting with those of Kevin McKain. The StrikeZone general manager watching from inside the ring. Slowly finding himself in a worrisome position. TDR was battering the fight out of MadDog Strangla. If MDS didn't find it with in himself to rally McKain would be left with out distraction. If Strangla was down and out, but not buried through the ring floor...The match was still on and going and he was trapped. Locked in this beast of doom with The Dark Requiem.
Gloved hand lead pale limb clasping the middle rope. Giant step pulling TDR up on the ring's edge. McKain preparing for the worst backing to the farthest corner. Relief flowing through his blood stream. The Requiem keeping his focus on MDS. Walking down the apron standing above his frightfully worthy opponent. Leaping high into the air, leading with double souls. Recovering, blooding foot prints left on the chromalloy steel. Strangla pulling back to safety in the nick of time. TDR finding nothing, but the top of the steps. MadDog quickly grabbed and pulled an ankle out from The Dark One. The Master of Darkness flipping into the air and flopping against the steel on his back. Strangla circled the stairs, to the side where TDR's head hung off their edge. A short elbow dropping over his neck. Vertebrae wrapping around the edge of the steps. MadDog was slow to climb from his knees to his feet. Neither man had much left in them. It had been a long and grueling match. How much longer could the glass hold.
The Texas Menace slipped The Dark Requiem back into the ring. Following right behind a hard kick kissing his face. Then another. A third came, but Strangla managed to grab hold. TDR quickly falling with a stiffened arm. Battering Ram of a punch clapping the back of Strangla's head. His forehead bouncing off the textured glass. A soccer kick exploded at the side of Strangla's head. Rolling his massive form over. Darkwing Duck bounced from the ropes, high stepping into the air. MadDog rolled to the side. Body resting against the razor edge of the up heaved glass. Narily avoiding the elbow drop from TDR. Both men were on their feet at the same instance. A few blows traded before Strangla quickly shot the Requiem into the corner. The Dark One side stepped the following flying elbow. A in-flight leg trip sending Strangla face first into the turn buckle. In a flash The Requiem was across the ring. Finding a familiar chunk of glass. Raising it up as MadDog had once done, and charging with it as well. The cinder block of glass exploding upon impact. Strangla's head disappearing in a cloud of glass dust and particles. The largest remaining piece was no more then an inch or two. To The Dark Requiem's surprise a fist broke through the cloud. Him and MadDog Strangla now side by side in the corner, duking it out.