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The dropkick would connect and cause Omen to fall to a kneel, seeing that the kick was sent directly at his knee, causing it to give out. The maniacal laughing would cut near that point leaving Omen to stay in his knelt position.

Hellfire surely is an athlete like no other, seeing that he could do that to the big man named Omen. No man could cut him down like that within a matter of moments within a match. Although, it doesn't matter, because when you step into the ring with Omen, there is no way you can outlast the torment he can endure and inflict.

The boot would be placed deep into the chest of Omen. However, unlike a normal man who would fall from such a kick, Omen caught himself with placing his palm firmly into the mat to keep his balance while in the given state.

It doesn't matter how much you poke the beast, or in this case, the Freak. Because with each poke, you are digging a grave an inch deeper, awaiting for the Freak to snap and place you into that hole. Men have stood up, and men have been put down.

Just like that, Hellfire went to a place in his mind that consisted of frustration and impatience. He would wrap his arm around the neck of Omen, but all of a sudden, a weight was lifted. That weight being Hellfire.

Just like a phoenix, Omen would rise in the ddt position as soon as it was put in place. The Freak wrapped his arms around Hellfire, raising him up to his feet, and looking to run Hellfire into the corner that was behind him, going for an all out running shoulder thrust into the given corner.

The trap had sprung and caught the prey that was Hellfire. The Demon was cornered and would now be in the territory of Omen, which he would not be greeted with anything sincere. If anything, he would get the very opposite.

The Freak looked to keep Hellfire trapped and out of breath by performing constant shoulder blocks into the cornered animal that was Hellfire. Torn apart like a deer who was caught and is being ravaged by the mighty Lion.

It seems that the Freak overdid it. Not that you could blame him, entirely anyways. Hellfire was like no other competitor. He couldn't be tossed around and toyed with, he was a threat, and needed to be neutralized early on.

Omen would get out of the shoulder thrust position, standing tall in front of his downed opponent, looking to bring a foot across the throat of Hellfire. The final product being Omen attempting another blatant choke with his boot forcing the Demon into the pad, slowly constricting and stopping the flow of oxygen again.

One

Like that would stop a monster, everyone knew how long this hold would go on until it would stop.

Two

It seems that Hellfire's eyes would have flickered behind his skull for a second. The amount of power behind that boot must have been tremendous.

Three

It seems like the official is beginning to yank on Omen, attempting to separate the two opposing forces, but to no avail.

Four

Finally, the Freak would give up the hold as he didn't want to lose the match, nor, kill his opponent. At least, not currently. Omen didn't have to win, but, it was the cherry on top of the disembodied Hellfire for him.

At this point, Omen should have picked up the scraps and continued to toss his opponent around, but his ego fed off torturing the souls of people like Hellfire. Which is why he would begin to shift his weight onto the plantar fascia, bringing his body down to a smaller height.

In his new given view, he would begin to whisper down to his opponent a bone chilling line, that line being:

"His call is beckoning for you. The Voice requests a soul like yours, and if that's what he wants, that's what he shall receive."

Omen would begin to laugh as his eyes would continue to look as if they were a distanced gaze, mainly due to the fact he kept rolling his eyes behind his head, with popped blood vessels breaking the whiteness in his eyes.

Omen began to rise to his feet, seeing that Hellfire was doing the same as the oxygen was rushing back into his lungs and his conscious was kicking back in.