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Omen finally made it to where the officials and medical staff were. A good majority realizing at this point that Omen wasn't done. One of the officials would, surprisingly, get in the face of Omen, yelling at him.

"It's over. That's enough!"

Omen didn't take too kindly to the tone that the man was using with him. Disrespecting him to his face. He would grab the man with both hands around his head as multiple officials would leap onto the arms of Omen. Trying to break up what was happening.

Omen would release and upon doing so, the official who he had grabbed, being very afraid, would yell out once more.

"Cartwright said end it right now!"

Cartwright had requested him to finish off his prey. Whether if it was in regards to plans further along in the night, or due to some sort of safety for himself legally, he called for the match end apparently.

Omen would stare past the men at the carcass that was sprawled out in front of everyone. Brushing past the men, he would stand over Avari. Placing his foot on his chest for the cover.

People thought that the kickout after four chair shots was shocking.

People thought that the fall to ones impending doom from a chokeslam through some tables was shocking.

But consider this the shock of the night.

Not only would Avari get the shoulder up, but he continued to taunt Omen further despite the circumstances that he was in. The officials minds were blown. Cartwright was probably losing his mind backstage as well.

Omen even seemed to be beside himself in the moment after the kick out.

"Okay."

He muttered out of acceptance. The only other words he has spoken. Avari hadn't died and thus, Omen had now found him worthy of what was to come. Avari and Omen wanted the match to continue. So it will continue. Omen would walk near the site of the crash, rummaging through scraps until he found a steel chair.

Folding it, he would look over to the man as the medical staff and officials would try to get through to the man before Omen had made his way back over.

"It's not too late."

"You have more to lose than gain!"

"Fight another day!"

Omen would step up to the request of the suicidal Avari. He would acknowledge this in a way he that the Man of the Hour probably didn't expect.

"I won't kill you. You either will die of your inability to survive, or your will, will break."

Omen would toss the chair to the side near a pillar. Looking to break the pause in action as he went to grab the bloodied Avari, dragging him from the sat up position over to said pillar where the chair was sitting.

Break time was over. Omen grabbed the chair and stared down at his opponent. If Avari thought the last chair shot he had taken was crazy, just imagine what its going to feel like now.

As Omen look to swing full force at the skull of Avari who was propped against the pillar. If it connects it will crush the man on both sides and probably send the man into a coma for who knows how long!

Regardless of what made the man drop down, it saved him just in time.

Omen would feel the steel vibrate through his hands. Feeling the tendons and muscles swell and scream for pain after connecting so harshly from the shot. Even being enough for the man to drop the chair after the connection.

The collective of the arena sighing in relief as Avari would not die in this moment!

What was wrong with this guy!? He was saying Omen should give up, despite how things have been going. Frustration showing a bit as Omen looked to send a jab to Avari.

Upon connection, he realized not only how weak the strike may have been, but how hard it was to use his hand after the steel-on-steel connection that had literally had just happened.

Regardless of the state of what his hand was in, Avari ate the strike. He even laughed in the face of Omen before throwing his arm into the groin of the Freak. The pain surging through the stomach, leaving Omen unable to move. Letting out a breathy groan as he would double over, still not dropping!

But this was good for the Man of the Hour. Despite everything he withstood, he had the ability to laugh and deliver such a strike to a beast!