The eyes of His Royal Darkness popped open. How long had he been out: two seconds or two weeks? Such questions are for lesser beings, for all that mattered as the Dark One saw his quarry escape was to get up and give chase, which is just what he did.
JR: Damien has take the third fall and taken off, and TDR is now in hot pursuit.
JL: Yeah, but can he catch up in time to save the match for himself?
Damien ran down the hallway, past the cheering onlookers and avoiding one of the ramps that led down to the lower level of the arena. He had a way to go, and while he had the speed of a predator the champion could still easily close in in him. Meanwhile, as the darkling passed the same ramp, an idea occurred to him and as he passed one of the concession stands he quickly grabbed the large popcorn heater. There was a spark as the cord was yanked from its socket, and bulbs burst inside the box as the Dark One, still fleet of foot, heaved the thing up over his head. When he judged himself close enough, he threw the thing forward with a great yell, as the onlookers screamed and tried to get out of its wild way. It flew through the air, and just barely caught Damien in the Achilles' tendon of his right foot. He stumbled, which slowed him down, but he did not fall. However, the slowness was all that was needed; with a desperate dash, as they neared another of those ramps, His Royal Darkness threw himself at Damien, wrapping his arms around the vampire's waist and pulling him off to the side. They tumbled down the ramp like lovers down to the lower level, a wrecking ball of supernatural flesh and bone running down any person or object in its path.
JR: Look out, look out!!
JL: The Board of Directors must be beside themselves at this point! Fans are getting it left and right!
They landed in a heap near the doors. Damien got up first and ran outside, with his foe close behind him. Much to the chagrin of the Vampire King, the doors led to the side of the building and the oddly busy road that ran by it; the lot--and the belt--were tucked away in the back. Before he could gather his wits enough to start off in his new direction, however, the champion was on him, spinning him right round. The challenger took three stiff shots to the mouth, but fid manage to duck under a fourth. He tried to come back with a right of his own, but the Dark One grabbed the swinging arm and drove a knee into the vampire's gut. Then, taking hold of Damien's collar and waist, he just threw him carelessly into the road, into the oncoming traffic.
JR: My God NO!!
A small silver car screeched to a halt mere inches from Damien, who had instinctively put out his arms to grab the vehicle. The horn let out an annoying little whine that was silenced abruptly when the mid-size green car smashed into the rear bumper. The driver of the small car hit his steering wheel chest first, and then was whipped backward by the delayed airbag deploying. he was badly injured, but Damien's concern was elsewhere. Already the darkling had taken off for the back lot, ready to take all the prizes.