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Despite the odds, Omen looked to catch the man who had been dominating since the early reversal. With him in his arms, he would look to send him into the corner where it all started, with a full head of steam, he looked to throw the man into the corner with a running shoulder thrust. This would take a lot of strength and a lot of awareness, but Omen was a beast who knows what it takes to survive inside the four-sided arena.

The tides have changed, but this time Omen wasn't going to make this child play for Sting, he was going to dish out as much pain as possible, until he can't feel his ribs, or his back, or his head, because they will all be beaten brutally with the two hands of Omen. After the shoulder thrust was performed, Omen looked to, with brute force, pick up and place Sting on top of the turnbuckle. If successful, he would climb the turnbuckle with him, sending strikes to keep him in a dazed state.

The stage was set and Omen looked to capitalize once more. Omen would look to transition one arm around the neck of Sting, while he placed the other one on the waistline of Sting. After it was completely set up and a tight grip was achieved, Omen looked to raise and bring down the Icon with a giant superplex off the turnbuckle. If connected, it would most likely hurt both men, if it did not, someone might be escaping from the horrible fate. The crowd booing at the top of their lungs, waiting for another comeback.

Both men would meet the middle of the ring with a great amount of power, that power forcing the air out of both men's lungs, but the Icon got the shorter end of the stick. The Freak would pop up slightly, to a seated position as he held on tightly to his ribs while the air would slowly make it's way back through his lungs. After getting a breather, literally, he would slowly make his way to the corner which contained the microphone from earlier, barely still inside the ring, but right on the apron. Taking his time, Omen would attempt to reach that microphone.

Finally, after a long run of trying to make his way to the microphone, he would meet with the corner, grabbing the microphone, and picking himself with the aid of the ropes. He would keep it away from his mouth for now, but there was a reason behind that microphone and he was determined on making a point and trying his best to break Sting as a person. After Omen made it to his feet, he would turn his attention back to his opponent, slowly making way toward the center of the ring and to his opponent who most likely discovered that Omen was up as well.

Omen looked to nail Sting, who had just turned to see his opponent for a glance, aiming to hit a kick to the gut which would cause him to double over. If it were a successful kick, he would try his best to place the man's head in between his legs, and to walk towards the center of the ring with the man in that position. Of course, he would need to use two hands for this, that is why he would drop the microphone near the center of the ring, disposing it for a second. The crowd was booing, but getting ready for the worst.

The crowd at this point would be booing, as if this were a poor call, but Sting wanted this more than Omen, sad to say. Sad to see a legend die in front of everyone's eyes, but it is bound to happen at some point, and what better way to make an impact, then by hurting one of wrestling's most prized possessions? Omen would bend over slightly, wrapping his arms around the stomach of Sting, picking him up into a powerbomb position, and slowly with the crowd groaning and jeering, bring him down with a resounding sit-out powerbomb near the middle of the ring in front of the almost sold out crowd.