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Still suffering from the heel kick and moonsault, Talon's legs were easily hooked. Immediately the Ref was down on the mat with the two competitors, his hands smacking away at the mat.

"One.. Two... Thr-"

At the last moment, the Bird of Prey instinctively kicked out of the potential loss. He rolled onto his side one hand reaching out for the nearest set of ropes, while the other was wrapped around his torso. He had a look of determination on his face as he had to refocus he thoughts and get back on the offensive. He looked to get back up, getting to his knees for starters, so he could push himself back to his feet.

Getting to his knees, Talon was unprepared for the kicks careening for his torso. Each kick thumped against Talon's chest as air escaped his lungs from the powerful blows. After about five of them, Talon's instincts kicked in, and he got right into fight mode. He caught the sixth kick from Cartwright, and throw it to the mat, looking to spring off of his knees and plow his shoulder into the leg he had previously been working on. Hoping to take the Champ down to the canvas, where he could continue with his game plan.

With Cartwright back on the canvas, Talon would once again try and really work the leg, looking to drape his ribs over the Champ's knee, and pull at his lower leg. Trying to crank Cartwright's knee with all the strength and leverage he could muster from such a position.

Talon continues on the offense, pulling and yanking away at Cartwright's leg, torqing the Champ's knee as far as it could go and a little bit more. However the hold wouldn't last. Talon felt the boot of Cartwright thumping against his back, after a couple times Talon's grip was loosened, releasing the hold Talon felt one more kick hit him right between the shoulders, and sliding up to nail him in the back of the head. The last shot forced Talon to sit up, Completely removing himself between Cart's legs.

Talon had gotten back to his feet shaking off the kicks to the back. He had to stay focus and on the offensive, but seeing Cartwright's arrogant show of gusto, had struck a nerve. He charged forward looking to close the gap between the two. Approaching his target Talon leaped up and tried nail the Talented One with a leg lariat.

Cartwright dodged the leg lariat, causing Talon's thigh to crash into the top turnbuckle. Instinctively Talon grabs the top to stop himself from tumbling down to the canvas. He pulled himself up sitting up on the turnbuckle, facing out to the crowd. As he recovered he couldn't see Cartwright going back on the attack. Before he could try and defend himself Cartwright had Talon's head wrapped up and was dropping him to the mat. Hitting the ground with a crash, Talon laid on his back, his feet leaning against the middle ropes, as he held the back of his head in pain. The Cartwright Crash had found it's mark.

Rattled from the Cartwright Crash, Talon was easily covered for the pin. However Talon must of done more damage then he thought as it appeared the Champ forgot where he was in the ring. With his legs still draped over the bottom ropes, the Ref couldn't even start the count. He simply yelled to Cartwright for the rope break. "You can't cover him here!" Safely next to the ropes Talon used the Champ's mistake to take some time and recover.