Launching the guard into the barricade had managed to cut off Cartwright's exit, though only momentarily, it was enough to allow Salem to catch back up to his pray.
With the ring now cleared of Cartwright's goon security guards. Disciple made his way to ringside, the two guards that had fled the ring previously circled around to work as buffer between Cartwright, who at this point was now trying to scramble over the barricade in an attempt to flee Salem's wrath. and the unrelenting force that is Disciple.
Now standing on the apron, Disciple stared down at the two guards and than to cartwright. The Gentleman's peons shaking there head yelling at Disciple to stop and to not go any further. However, they might as well been trying to talk down a pissed off bear. Disciple lowered himself from the apron, climbing down and walking towards Cartwright as if the guards weren't even standing right in front of him.
Slowly he walked, as the guards inched back, the distance between them and God of Destruction slowly narrowing.
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