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Zarel may have very well had all kinds of bad intentions when he exited the ring to come after Angel. The reality was the second he heard the sound of Arson hitting the mat from the double chokeslam, he knew his little breather was over and he would grab the char and crouch out of sight as close to the ring apron as he could. That way as soon as Zarel came out of the ring, Angel could quickly lunge forward with the chair looking to put the backrest right into Zarels stomach. This should cause even that giant of a man to double over for long enough for The Celestial One to stand and bring the chair down hard across the back of his opponent.

"1"

Meanwhile Arson was beginning to stir as the count began, and he would look to roll toward the ropes furthest away from the announce table, trying to get the room to stop spinning before he made his way back up to his feet.

Jarel hears the sound of a chair shot, an unmistakable sound, and looks over after he's cleared the table. He sighs as he sees Zarel go down from the second shot. He hadn't taken care of Angel properly earlier and now he paid the price. Still, Jarel has to head over at this point and does so, at a run before Angel can swing again. In this rush to save his twin, he'd look to catch Angel with a running boot to disarm him

the shoulder cracks Zarel across the shoulders, knocking him to the ground at last, much to the displeasure of the crowd. It would seem the fans were hoping for a quick end to heavenfire and they wouldn't be getting it just yet

Jarel looks over at his twin.

"Get up, we've got work to do."

Meanwhile, the Dragon reaches down to pull Angel back up by the throat, then give him a choke toss in the general direction of the table

well at least it wasn't the face, but spit is spit and goddamn it that pisses Jarel off.

Janelle: Do you guys remember what happened to the last guy to spit on my brother?

JR: I believe your brother left him in a puddle of his own blood and he was stretchered out of the arena.

Janelle: *laughs* I love how your memory works JR. Now you know what to expect next.

Jarel takes the right and his head moves slightly to the side. There's a slight twitch to his eye, you know the one that only comes from pure absolute rage, before he turns back and looks to kick Angel in the gut, then pummel him with a flurry of rights and lefts, and a few elbows added to the mix.

Jarel is most definitely livid. That's one of the few things that never fails to ignite his legendary temper. And he has more pain in mind. He reaches to pull Angel into position for the Jacknife, which he's aiming to use to put the Celestial One through the Spanish Announcer's table

Angel was JACKKNIFED right through the Spanish announce table. Minority members of the crowd wonder why it's always their announce table that gets destroyed, but that's a story for another day.

Meanwhile Arson saw The Damones with their back turned and hovering around Angel like a pack of ravenous dogs when he finally came back to his senses. Throwing caution to the wind, Arson would look to target Zarel and would charge across the ring, looking to dive headfirst through the second rope and take Zarel out with a suicide dive!

Jack could feel them momentum shifting as he connected with the suicide dive. Angel was laid out on a table but since when did Jack ever need Angel to win a match? The O.M.W.C. would come back up to his feet, and would look to try and throw a hard right Jarel's way as he looked to start a brawl on the outside here.