01-28-2007, 02:01 AM
The bell rang, signaling the end of the match. And yet, the beating continued. For Spop, this wasn't a loss. No, at most it was a set back. Still, the fact remained that Cargo was declared the victor. And to the victor go the spoils. The spoils being a full-force asskicking courtesy of a chair.
The chair shots rained down onto the now limp form of Cargo. The crowd was in an uproar as ref after ref attempted to stop the massacre, only to be hit themselves, or chased out. Eventually, Spopovich tired. Throwing the chair into his victim's back, he left the arena escorted by a ring of officials. Next week would be different. He would win.
The chair shots rained down onto the now limp form of Cargo. The crowd was in an uproar as ref after ref attempted to stop the massacre, only to be hit themselves, or chased out. Eventually, Spopovich tired. Throwing the chair into his victim's back, he left the arena escorted by a ring of officials. Next week would be different. He would win.