Gabriel charging like a bull tore toward the ring armed with a footman's mace. Barreling into the ring Gideon could only bail from the ring, frantic for a weapon. Sands snorted and slammed the top rope with a savage overhand gesture, as Gideon looked to the ring. He had made a drastic mistake, this match was Armageddon, it had no rules, and Gabriel was ready for battle. Gripping a chair, Gideon gathered his confidence and found his ground. Sands towered over him focused on Gideon, he let out a banshee's war cry, and hacked at the chair which lasted four seconds as a defense. Sands swung like a madman as Gideon dropped to the mat to avoid the contact and then slithered out of the ring. Looking to the ref who shrugged at him, he slammed the apron with both hands. Gabriel turned to the turnbuckle and ripped the padding free and the proceeded to attack another. Gideon shook his head, Sands was like a wild barbarian! Sands tore away the third buckle padding and marched toward the last one. Upon tearing that one away he stopped and pointed the mace at Gideon.
" What is all this? What has happened to you!"
Gideon was buying time, his eyes darted for another counter to the mace, a lug wrench, a sledge, anything.
Gabriel let out an open growl.
" Prove yourself! You run from me? Bide your time? BLASPHEMER! War is upon you! Stand and fight!"