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Rules: You can lose by pinfall, submission, disqualification, count out, going over the top rope with both feet touching the floor, bleeding, not breaking a ropebreak count by the count of 3, or not answering a referees ten count.

Rise Against -- Re: Education Through Labor

The arena went dark and multiple flashing white lights filled the stadium. The lights synced up with the bass line until the pace picked up and all the lights went on, an white pyro display going off on the stage. When it died down, Mike Landry appeared on the stage, solid as a statue with a look of utter determination on his face.

To the sound of a heartbeat pounding away
To the rhythm of the awful rusted machines
We toss and turn but don't sleep
Each breath we take makes us thieves
Like causes without rebels
Just talk but promise nothing else

We crawl on our knees for you
Under a sky no longer blue
We sweat all day long for you
But we sow seeds to see us through
Because sometimes dreams just don't come true
We wait to reap what we are due

Landry marched down the ramp with purpose in every step and fire in his eyes. Nothing has meant more to him than this match. He'd spent weeks on end studying every aspect of his opponent, leaving no stone un-turned. He wasn't about to risk a damn thing when his son was on the line, and now he knew two other crucial pieces of information from their last encounter: He cannot allow himself to be cut open like last time, and that he can make Chrono tap out. This was his match, his creation, and he was going to exploit that to the fullest.

He jumped up onto the apron, sighing as the importance of this match hit him like a boulder. He had the weight of the world on his shoulders, because to him...his son was his world. Landry slid between the ropes but made no effort to pander or pose for the fans or camera. Tonight was about one thing. Taking his son back from that sonofabitch. Whatever the cost.

Landry approaches his rival confidently, staring Chrono right in the eye.

"This is my domain. And I will bury you in it..."

The right hook connects and Landry staggers to the ropes, holding his jaw with one hand and the top rope with the other. He let Chrono speak his peace before lashing out, shooting in hard and fast for a double leg takedown, which, if successful, he'd follow with several right hands to the face.

"I DON'T FEAR LOSING! BECAUSE I CAN'T LOSE!"

Landry had gone over that match over and over again in his head, and he knew the reason he came so close to losing was bleeding so early from that headbutt, and he knew he couldn't let it happen again. So with his left hand, he reached out and tried grabbing Chrono's throat to stop the headbutt, glaring into the man's eyes with deadly intensity.

Phoenixfire had reluctantly followed in her husband's footsteps to ringside, assuming a post from which she could carefully monitor the match without missing a blow. She knew how vital this match was to her cause and her husband had gone to great lengths to make sure this match would go off without a hitch but she felt as if her sanity hinged on a victory that she was so uncertain would happen. Phoenixfire would rather have shielded herself from the cameras backstage than have her shame displayed before all but Chrono had plans of which only four people including herself possessed the knowledge that took the edge off of her worry. Phoenix straightened her posture and honed her gaze on the spectacle before her, pausing only long enough to call out to her enemy.

"The odds have always been stacked against you, Landry; try as you might, there is no hope."

With Landry off of him, in addition to being distracted this was a perfect opportunity for Chrono to take the advantage in the match as he slowly rose and attempted a punch to Landry's gut, if successful Chrono would attempt to follow through with an uppercut.

With Landry down, Chrono attempted to bring the momentum in his court, by attempting to grab his arm and attempt to place him in the abdominal stretch.