You sick little necrophiliac! You goin round diggin up dead parents! You Little PERVERT!!!
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Nobody made a quick pinfall attempt, only securing himself a two count before Conner brought his shoulder up from the mat. The Demon sat up, casting a glance at Rage who simply shrugged, pointing out that The WarChief had actually kicked out. Getting to his feet, Nobody walked over to the cage wall where he unhooked yet another weapon, the kendo stick. As Conner got to his knees, Nobody brought the stick down across his back with a loud smack. Conner rolled across the ring, fighting through the pain in some attempt to gain some ground by lashing out on the advancing Demon with a shoulder into the stomach. Nobody staggered back, clutching his stomach as Conner stormed out of the corner with a spear before going in for some ground and pound. However before Conner could get too many good shots in, Rage came in, grabbing Conner from behind before showing why he is the Beast of the nWo by pulling Conner off Nobody and hurling him toward the ropes.
Cole: Conner looks to be none too happy about that, King.
King: Well, It is typical nWo Cole. Throughout the years, throughout the various incarnations we have seen in the creatures World, The one constant in the group is that gang mentality.
Conner gets up in Rage's face, who is more than happy to point out to The Alpha Dog just who is in charge, also buying Nobody a chance to get up to his feet, then made use of the distraction to climb up to the top rope. The Demon Assassin laid in wait for Con ner to turn around, which the Warchief did in true fashion of his idiom with a "Fuck Off" Mouthed to Rage before Nobody jumped off the top rope. Grabbing Conner by the back of his head, Nobody spun his body before bringing his knees up, driving both of them into Conner's jaw not once, but twice as the pair collided in the center of the ring, via The Silencer (Top-Rope Dual Face Breaker/Code Breaker). Nobody was quick to once again go for the cover, still only getting a two count. Nobody rolled over to the ropes, using them to climb back up to his feet. A glance over at Conner made the Assassin grab a second steel chair from the wall as Rage set the other chair up. Holding the chair, Nobody took off at a dead run, jumping over Conner before planting a foot on the chair, using it to propel himself onto the top rope before springing backward, bringing the chair between himself and Conner in mid flip, hitting the suicidal moonsault in the center of the ring.
Cole: I think part of that Chair may have hit The Warchief in the jaw!
King: Well, Nobody has been wanting to see Conner's jaw wired shut for a while.
