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Andrew slowly rolled to his hands and knees, a revelation coming to him as Omega spoke. He didn't need Lucas...He didn't need the revolution...He was relying too much on a fall-back plan...

Suddenly, his empty pit of a stomach swelled with anger, filling his chest with hate. "..." He suddenly stood up and grabbed the underside of his mask, lifting it up to expose his mouth so that he might spit in the face of Omega.

Andrew was satisfied by the act of disrespect. As expected, Omega followed up with an attack...

Andrew fell to his knees and attempted a matrix dodge, if he could pull it off, he would lean back up on his shins and go for a deliberate punch to the groin of Omega.

Andrew's expression remained unwavered. "..." He didn't reply, he rolled backwards and got to his feet, facing Omega. "...You of all people should know that every story needs bad guy..." He finally responded, waiting for Omega.

"Quit wasting time with words..." He added, flexing his fingers.

Andrew clenched his fists and rushed Omega, going for his signature spear to the rival.

Andrew missed the spear, falling flat on his face. He turned around only to be sprayed. He held up his arm, blocking some of it, even though it got most of his face. He cried out in pain as he was hit and rolled into a pin.

Andrew attempted to kick out with all his strength as the ref got to two.

Andrew managed to scramble over to a bottom rope, wrapping his body around it tightly.

"Ref! Ref!" He called over, hoping to get something to releive himself of the burning pain that plagued the right side of his face

Andrew used to ref's shirt to remove most of the gunk, but he could only manage to open his left eye as he was spit on. He wiped his face with his forearm before sliding out of the ring. There was no way he was gonna let this go unchecked...And the best way was to lure Omega into a false sense of security, then pull everything out from under him.

Andrew suddenly concocted a devious scheme inside his skull. "..." He went to ringside and lifted up the tarp, pull a ladder out from under the ring as the ref started to yell at Thorne.

"...Bite me..." He shouted, throwing the ladder on the entrance ramp. He walked over to the stairs, taking a moment to point at kid. He yanked the top half off and tossed it to the floor.

Andrew yanked the bottom half of the stairs over to the entrance ramp. He aligned it with the outer apron before taking the other half of the steel steps and placing them perpendicular to the bottom half. He then picked up the ladder and laid it across the steps, creating a makeshift table.

Chants of 'Andy's gonna kill you' began in random sections of the crowd. Andrew reached under the tarp again and pulled out a light tube. He pointed the tube at Omega. "Your head..." He then motion to the ladder. "...It'll be like jamming a carrot into a juicer.." He hissed, laying the tube onto the outer apron.

He took a few breathes before sliding into the ring and rolling to his feet.