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Jarel wasn't letting up and the small chase would begin, and even though it was a short break between the clothesline and the end of the chase, Omen still had the strength of a beast. The Dragon looked to pick Omen up and slam his head brutally into the barricade, but Omen had something else to say and do, which would be him planting his foot against the barricade to stop the collision that would have taken place. Once that was done, Omen looked to grab Jarel by his hair and change who controls who in this hold. If all was successful, Omen would have the grip on Jarel and if that were the case, he would look to pack up a bit of speed before he attempted to toss the man over the announcer's table, taking some of the equipment that occupied with it, if successful.

Omen would have thrown the Dragon over the table with an impressive feat of strength, which he would gloat about for a second. The Freak who had the upperhand would take his time to rub it in, unusually, showing that he could overcome any man or beast put in his way. Omen would flex in front of the almost fully occupied arena, veins popping and bulging out in front of the men, women, and children who booed at his performance. Omen would then look over to the area of where Jarel should be popping up at any second, still behind the announcer's table.

Omen had many plans on his mind tonight, but he had the Royal Rumble he was destined to win, so why not just beat the sense into Jarel without afflicting much damage onto himself? That is the approach the Freak took, as he would walk behind the announcer's table, seeing the Dragon rise, but he would soon be slain with a couple of hard, repetitive right close-handed strikes to the temple of Jarel. Omen putting in a great amount of force with each shot, getting a reaction with the crowd from every shot, a boo per strike. Another idea came to the mind of Omen while they boo'd over and over with the strikes. Why not make it a game or musical? He would begin to beat the s**t out of Jarel, keeping the crowd in sync with each shot.

The two titans, the two men who trample over others, the Freak and the Dragon would begin to throw shots at one another. Getting a melody from the crowd, going from a "Boo" to a resounding "Yeah!" to a discouraging "Boo" to an even louder "Yeah" and so on and so forth. The crowd were stating how they felt tonight, and they had the right to seeing they paid for their tickets, too bad the show wouldn't go there way, and they bought a ticket to see a Legend get his a** kicked in front of many others. Omen was beginning to feel the effects of every shot, so to lessen the blows, he would reach a thumb and look to poke Jarel right in the eye after ten or so strikes from Jarel in the exchange between the two brawlers.

It was too late for Jarel to change the position of how this was going to go. Once he first shoved Omen, he was destined to be thrown around everywhere tonight, and Omen was even enjoying himself while he did this. Deep in the mind of the steel-trap of the Freak, he was smiling in glee, dismembering the Dragon. To continue the assault, Omen looked to raise multiple knees into the abdominal of Jarel, each knee being thrown with a great force, all aimed to deal significant damage to Jarel who was just returning tonight, not expecting a fight.

Despite Omen's constant punishment on his opponent, he would subliminally begin to fight back, breaking away from the knees, placing his arm around Omen's head, and rushing the Freak over to the ring post. That is where Omen's offense would be shut down, having his spine meet viciously with the steel ring post that have taken years of many men's careers away. The solid steel as unforgiving as any signature, finisher, or any other maneuver could be.

Jarel looking to make a move inside the ring, but first, dragging Omen in before he rolls in. However, he had to muster up a bit of strength to throw him inside. However, he would do it, as Omen would roll inside the ring, aware of his surroundings but suffering from an aching back. The crowd getting ready for the Dragon to do something big here and damage the Royal Rumble contestant here tonight.

The hand would easily wrap around the throat of Omen, and with the given position the crowd thought it was the end for the man who dare step up and say he would slay the almighty dragon. But, they were wrong and Omen would once again get the upper-hand, how would he do so? Easy, once he was picked up for the giant chokeslam, he would use the given momentum to fling himself to the side of Jarel, loosening the hold and ultimately escaping the man's reach. Once that was done, it could be seen that the Freak reached in his large pocket for something a variety of men have fallen victim to receiving; the hand-crafted razor. Omen took it out, waiting for Jarel to turn around, and finally bringing that razor to the skull of the Dragon, looking to pierce his armored skin and collect a chunk of skin which would slowly make a crimson mask, if done correctly.