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Connecting with a cursed trunk of a leg, The Eclipse saw his opponent drop, the lowest omen has been since the match began. Good news in the sense of progress. An absolute disaster it happens outside of the ring. Not to mention the ref being ansty over the matter. Rolling to the side and back to his feet, the lunatic would aim to take his shot with a running elbow to crash into the side of his head.

With the hot, GBL would land on the floor stomach first. An actual hit that also floored the man saw the Eclipse looking back as he got up. The realization setting in, he’d hop up to his feet with a quick fist pump before stumbling into the barricade for a brief moment. Small laughters left him before he ran into the ring to only roll back out to reset the count. From there, he’d move back to omen to casually hover near him as he planned his next move.

Seeing him up on a knee and coming back had the Eclopde looking to the elbow that had hit and looking back to Omen. If anything showed how much of a beastly nightmare Omen was, it was already moving so well after one of GBL’s elbows. Deciding on his next plan, he’d grab at the arm he had previously stomped on and look to twist and wrench it out. An attempt that’ll see him to try pull omen over to the post where he would look to wrap the arm into the post and bottom turnbuckle strap to pull and hang off the arm.

After a brief moment of the ref yelling the Eclipse would release the arm and back away to let the ref check on Omen and probably go back to counting. All the while, the Eclipse would rest up on the apron to catch a breath and rest the body. Despite his wild momentum going, he felt those uppercuts in his head and neck. Now it was a matter of what next. Another count reset, he’d stand himself on the apron next to Omen, aiming to grab his head and pull him up to the apron. Had to get the show back in the ring at some point.

Two men on the apron, two men that sought pain, two men that may be on the verge of disaster. How this would pan out? The Eclipse had no answer. Only a mind that ran on a primal instinct guided by the enigmatic force dubbed as ‘Moxcy’. Once more, he’d grab the arm but this time the head as well. A careful twist around to set up what looked to a neckbreaker with one arm poised as a straight jacket. A drop would be the shot as he pulled down on the arm for a twist around, a properly named Psycho Cutter on the apron.

One made on the floor, and the other was on the apron with his back arched in a bit of pain. The impact sent enough through his spine and ribs that he indeed did not escape that one unscathed. Rolling himself under the rope and back in the ring, he'd lay in place for a moment before moving himself over to the ropes to lay across the first rope to peer down at his opponent downed. Some laughter leaving him as he remained in place with the ref counting out. There was one issue here, and it was the reason he was laughing. How in the hell was he going to get this guy back in the ring? He got sidetracked somewhere in his thoughts on that.

As the ref counted, GBL knew he needed to delay this further. Finally, he would move from his position to roll back out of the ring once more breaking the count and further angering the ref. Back on the floor, the Eclipse would do really the only thing he could which was attempt to bring the beast back up to his feet via his head. Whether he was out or not, Lunar wouldn't know.

Half way there. At this rate, it wasn’t going to cute it. He had to wake this guy up in some way shape or form. Water could work, but he could drop if he moved. There was another way, and it could be… risky. No hesitation. Lifting omen’s head away, the Eclipse would try to wake omen up with a slap to his face.