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As the two ascended up the stairs, Omen would look to use the grip that he had over Avari's skull to bring it down against the steel railings that would split the two columns of stairs. Making sure to keep his opponent, lets go with compliant, to what The Freak desired to do.

Finally the two had made the peak of the steps. Entering through the door into the lobby area. The fans shrieking as the action would continue way past the ring and in front of the people who were at concessions or trying to go to different spots of the arena.

Omen would navigate his opponent to face towards him. Switching from holding the back of his head with his dominant hand, to holding up the Man of the Hour by his face with his non dominant, just so he could throw a huge right at the cut that was now very much open.

Omen would bend over to begin to hoist up the lifeless body of his opponent once again. Staring around at all the people gathering, nervous and unsure of what would happen next. Omen then completely lifted Avari onto his shoulder, walking him to and up the next set of stairs that would bring the two to the second floor. What was Omen planning?

It was a small ascension, but now the two would be a good fifteen feet above everyone else. Overlooking the whole lobby and the stands that rested below. Omen unloaded Avari off his shoulder near the ledge. Taking in the sight.

JR: "Oh no, don't tell me he is thinking what I am thinking."

King: "I am taking back that comment about Avari being the crazier one. What Omen is doing is absolutely insane!"

Omen looked down, directly below him was F:G shirt vendor with tables set up. Maybe that would break the fall of Fusion, maybe not. We were about to find out. Grabbing Avari by his throat, he began to lift his opponent up. Staring him in his eyes.

"Don't die on me."

That was funny. As much as Omen liked that, he knew both men were ready for what was going to happen next. Lifting his opponent up by his throat with pure strength, and looked to scoop him over the railing and down to the concessions stands table below.

The crowd watching on in horror. Even the guards were wincing the closer the man got to the edge.

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JR: "Omen, don't do this. For the first time in your life, reconsider what you are doing!"

King: "I can't watch! This is too much!"

Omen would have Avari up and now it was the moment of truth as he looked to completely throw Avari plummeting to the tables underneath the men.

Yelling from everywhere. Women and children crying at what was happening. The men tending to their families and assuring their own safety. All workers had made their ways away from the scene just to watch, despite wanting to look away.

For The Freak it was just a second. Simply tossing him off and letting gravity do its thing.

King: "Oh noooooooo!"

Screams, shouting, crashing. The flooding of many loud noises would crash over the arena after what Omen had just done.

JR: "WHY? WHY OMEN!?"

King: "They need to get the paramedics. Forget this challenge. Avari is going to be lucky just to live or even walk after this!"

EMTs would flock to the man who was covered in woodchips and scraps of table. As Omen would begin to make his way down the stairs. Leaving time for everyone to react or do what they can for the Man of the Hour. At this point, everyone can agree that for the sake of Avari, he would be best to keep[ his shoulders down for the three if Omen gave him the opportunity to do so.

One of the cameras surveilling the area would catch Omen as he was almost completely down the steps. Everyone who was tending to the Man of the Hour was still doing so with no knowledge of what was looming behind them. Slowly approaching was the Freak who was still as cool as a cucumber at this point. No sign of deterioration in this silent and cunning person he had become just for this special occasion. Which may mean for worse things to come!