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Hellfire would turn his head slowly after the failed pin attempt, the official was down, Omen had his weapon of choice in hand, and it seemed like the scene was set. Finally, like easing his mind, he would relieve his hands of the crystal ball.

How would he do so? Simply, by throwing the ball into his face. Letting the once full ball break into bits and pieces of glass that would puncture his skin like a balloon. No matter what, anything that the Freak sees, can be used as a weapon. If given the chance, he will hurt you, badly.

It's funny to think such a physical change could happen within a moment of time. It's also funny to think that the human skull could stay intact after such a brutal throw of a crystal ball made of glass cracked into billions of pieces after the connection. Because it can't, and it seems like Hellfire is feeling the effects.

Omen would stand tall seeing his opponent take a face full of crystal ball, having a laugh erupt from out of nowhere, one that was of pure evil, a laugh that showed no sign of remorse or intention of holding back, a laugh colder than the tundra itself.

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The noise of walking could be heard from the mat very easily, especially from the perception of Hellfire who was busted open, beaten down, and barely able to keep on going in this match, but the footsteps were there.

The man who instills fear in others, the one who has suffered the most, and given back to a community, was approaching with a steady pace of his feet. Finally, upon arrival, Omen would hover over his opponent and bring a foot upon his chest, implying it was the end.

The official dropped to the mat.

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Omen would relieve his foot, even though his opponent would shift his shoulder up slightly. He wasn't done, he didn't want his test project to finish so quickly. He had so much more to learn, so much more to do, in hopes of finding the limits of his opponent. Just like that, Omen would begin to back up to the turnbuckle, stalking his prey once again.

The official who was once knocked down was able to make the count, seeing that out of the corner of his eye he saw him making multiple movements. Of course, he was enraged and a bit frightened by Omen, but he couldn't do anything since he didn't technically strike him, not that he wanted to anyways.

He noticed bits and pieces of shards, and despite his want to end the match, he had no proof that the weapon hurt anyone. He didn't see it, so he had to rule out the possibility.

Omen on the other hand was thinking differently. How could he humiliate an already beaten and bloodied monster, a fiend that is clenching to life but barely doing so, what could hurt a monster more than that? Simply, let him keep clinging to life while you tease that string of life he clings to. He may enrage the beast, but any slight movement that Omen didn't like, and it would be like ripping a thin piece of paper.

With that thought said, Omen would stay in his corner, staring down his opponent with what could be guessed a smile outlined on his mask. He truly was enjoying himself, what a sick man people would say, if he was a mere mortal.

Hellfire beckoned for Omen to come at him, wanting him to fight, not to watch. It tore him apart to the point where he began beating himself, readying himself for a fight. He was truly insane, and Omen loved it. Slowly, the Freak would step outside of his corner, approaching Hellfire who continued to strike himself in the face as the blood poured.

Sooner or later, if he were a normal man, he would have passed out due to blood loss, but unlike the mortal man, he kept bleeding with no sign of stopping and he seemed to be loving it. Maybe his opponent was numb currently, or maybe he felt all the pain, but he was definitely livid.

The Demon continued to ask for him to strike him, beat him down within an inch of his life, but all there was, was a stare between the two men. Until finally, Omen looked to bring a slap across the face of the Demon, showing a sign of disrespect, despite the match that was happening currently.

No matter who he faces, no matter what they have done, they pale in comparison to a man like Omen and a deity like the Voice. They shall be treated as such until the perspective of the two change, and Hellfire, despite his difference from a mere mortal, was still flesh and bones.

Once his head would turn around, he would once again cry for more damage, literal tears beginning to stream down his face. Maybe his opponent was truly intriguing from his appearance to his core. So, like a crying child who did wrong, he would send another slap his way.

After all, he did want it, he begged for it. He wants to have pain inflicted upon him, and if slapping him countless times pleases him, if it knocks the IQ points out of his skull until he goes brain-dead, then so be it.

Well, I guess Omen wasn't going to be making it out without having a bit of his own blood spilled within this arena, on this canvas. Because for the second time, his nose would meet with an imposing force of power, but this time, it would be the pierced skull of his opponent.

Instantly, Omen covered his nose, but the flow could already be seen as his mask became filled with blood from the inside. This wasn't good, but it wasn't bad, although, he couldn't see anything currently.

The Freak would fall back to the ropes, holding his nose with his right hand, while the left hand would be on the rope, keeping him still.

Although the spilling of blood could not be prevented, he would have much rather not soiled his mask. Thus, once his eyes cleared of what people wish were tears, but were nothing, he only flinched but no bits of water would make their appearance.

After his eyes allowed him to see the path in front of him, he would approach his opponent at a fast pace, looking to bring his hand around the man's gullet.

It was a fast change of pace, but it seemed that the Freak was once again enraged. Having that feeling of insecurity like he did before the crystal ball incident, he was desperate to hurt his opponent. Maybe he learned his lesson, or maybe he just wanted to hurt him, regardless, he looked to grab Hellfire with his right, bloody hand by the throat.