How thoughtless of me. Careful of the vest... it's wired to explode when you hit me.
by Kevin McKain
Hoping to snap off his opponents head, or at least cripple him in the move, McKain rocked back and forth, lessening the pressure and then quickly pulling back right after, trying to break The Dark Requiem in half. McKain seemed to have gone over the edge, attempting to simply kill off the roster member that he had hoped would aid him against Bitchoff and Aggression. However, here they were, attempting to bury one another on the anniversary show for the Darkside Wrestling Federation.
Clearly, things would continue to degenerate.
McKain released his grip after a time, keeping a stunned Fairchild on her toes, as she watched on in horror. Kevin McKain reached over for a nearby branch from a tree, as the Dark One looked to push himself onto his hands and knees. The GM swung low and hard with the thick limb, exploding it across his jaw, sending the once dominate opponent flying onto his back. McKain dropped the piece of tree and ran up to him, crushing his side in with a ferocious soccer-like kick. The Requiem grasped at his body, attempting to block the follow up shot, deflecting most of the damage to his arms instead, but the kick had landed hard yet again thanks to the persistent animal in Kevin McKain.
I wanted you to TALK to me you sonnuvabitch. Not send me random letters and numbers. Im not going to waste my time decoding your fucking clues. I just wanted you to step up like a REAL MAN AND TALK!!!!
McKain shot a boot down onto his chest, and began to stomp away continuously, before dropping to his hands and knees and striking at anything open on his body, desperate to just try and inflict some kind of damage on him. The Requiem quickly reaches into the flurry of attacks, and blocks a shot, returning his own with a throat thrust that immediately quiets the man. McKain slumps over to the ground, clawing at his airway, trying desperately to get some oxygen to his lungs again, as the Requiem composed himself, and slowly climbed to his feet, shaking the beating hed just received. The Dark One grasped McKain by his hair, and yanked him upward, still sputtering for air. Uncaring about his current situation, he lifts the General Manager up over his shoulder, head pointed out ahead of him, and ran, RUSHING HIM RIGHT FOR THE TREE AHEAD!!!
McKains skull bounces off of the bark violently, as Candice can do nothing more than shriek in horror, and watch as the man collapsed to the ground, almost completely motionless at this point. A faint whistle is all the noise he makes, as he finally starts to breathe again, very lightly. His eyes blink every so often, as he seems to try to gain his bearings. TDR watches McKain struggle in this battle, and seems to enjoy the suffering he causes the man, as he again takes control, and pulls Kevin to his own two, unsteady feet. McKain attempts to break the hold, but is halted by a vicious headbutt, and a running shoulder block against the tree. The impact makes McKain wince in agony, and as he leans forward, and starts to drop to his knees, the Dark Requiem shows no mercy, hitting a boot to the head, that sends McKains frail human body shooting to the ground in a violent snapping motion.
Clearly the attack has had its effect, as McKain lies on the ground face first, his arms outstretched on the ground. His eyes focus on Fairchild, as she watches from a distance still, shaken by the fight...