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What a pity, seeing a supposed Demon, a supposed monster, a menace to society clinging to life as if it were his wish not to die. It was pathetic and despite Omen's ego, he did not enjoy it like he usually does. He wanted a fight and he had lost it in Hellfire it seems.

Hellfire began to pick himself up by Omen's weight as support, however, if he wanted to get up, he just had to ask. The Freak looked to grab and pick Hellfire up into his arms, looking to adjust him into his signature maneuver's position; the Tombstone Piledriver.

Slowly with the set-up, he looked as if he wanted to finish this match here and now. The monster inside is dead and there was no reason to keep pushing dead weight.

What do you know, it seems like the dead can come back to life, and that dead piece of trash just took a bite out of Omen's skull. Immediately, as if he were an actual zombie, he dropped his opponent due to the amount of pain sent through his head. A deep sigh would be relieved from his breath as soon as he dropped him.

Immediately after the drop, Omen would begin to cover his head while panting loudly, slowly heading to the ropes. Hellfire may be a tough brawler, but it seems like he has an iron jaw filled with sharp, razor teeth that pierced even the thickest materials, the Freak's skull.

Just like that, when Omen turned around with his face uncovered, he would be taken back to the outside with a maneuver in the style of Mick Foley, taking both men to the outside. The Freak would be hit with it and would also hit the padding on the outside with a big thud following.

The match was going back and forth, inside and outside the ring, new and old maneuvers being performed in order to hurt the other opponent to a farther extent that that of which was already inflicted. The Freak lost his chance and was now paying the price.

The Freak was previously getting up despite the hard fall he took, only to have his mask grabbed and have his head slammed into the apron with force. Unfortunately, he couldn't take away any impact from the move, causing his head to bounce back.

Thankfully though, he would still be able to use his feet, which he would do. After the connection of Omen's skull with the mat, he began to walk toward the barricade while holding his nose which seemed to absorb most of the blow.

BLAM

With the violent sound, a pile of dust and scattered pieces of a once fully secured barricade would now be all over in parts of the arena. Behind the debris of the crash, could be seen the two sources of the crash.

Hellfire on top of Omen with his arms wrapped around him in the spear position. The maneuver connected and the crowd went crazy due to the connection itself, the result of it would drive a better response, however.

Hellfire began to make movement, but, Omen would not. He would be still, as if he froze to the area he fell to after the connection, the wind was knocked out of him.

Hellfire entered the ring, and for a second, it seemed like he won the match. What was this though? He exited the ring!? It seems he wants to fight Omen even longer. A win isn't good enough unless if it is earned in Hellfire's eyes.

Omen began to slowly make some movement as the noise of a hyper crowd would flood his ears, especially since he was close to a large group of fans who were trying to get a drop of sweat with a tap of support or discouragement. Yet, Omen was the Freak.

Both the Demon and the Freak were exhausted at this point, but it seems that the Demon has the sharper edge right now.

Like a dead carcass, Omen would make no movement but that of which was controlled by Hellfire. Plus, he was all dead-weight at this point, which made it harder for the slightly smaller opponent to drag him across the cement and padding.

He took his time, which may or may not be a good thing, but he was pacing himself at a decent speed. His first objective was bringing the Freak near the ring, the second placing him in the ring, and further on. But, what happens if too much time is wasted?

Once again, because he didn't have enough time for the first go, would break the count by the official. Whether it was smart or stupid, Hellfire was filled with pride and wanted to prove that he could pin the larger man and prove that he was the biggest, big man in the CWF.

Omen would be picked up slowly and tossed back within the ring. He began to roll near the center of the ring, showing some life in his own movements now, finally.