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Rich: Damn that was close!

Herb: But no cigar. Richards is still in this.thing

Rich: Its only a matter of time now, mark my words

Blain grabs Richards by the hair and pulls him to his feet. He wraps both of his huge hands around Harry's throat but he manages to fight out of it by kicking his knee out.

Looking to capitalise on his much larger opponent being down to one knee, Harry runs towards the ropes, springboards off them and... nails a big springboard roundhouse, knocking Blain to the mat

Harry then climbs to the top rope, looking to finish the match while he has the advantage

Herb: Could he be going for the London Star Press?

Rich: I sure hope not

Harry dives off the top rope, perfectly excecuting the Shooting Star Press. The only problem is than Blain is no longer there, having moved seconds before impact

Rich:Crash and burn bitch

With Richards immobilised, Blain... Ascendes to the top rope and... HITS AN ABSOLUTELY HUGE MOONSAULT RIGHT ONTO RICHARDS!!!!!!

Herb: Holy shit

Rich: Its over!

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Rich: Blain just beat Morrisson at his own game. Who the hell is going to beat this guy?

Herb: I have to agree that that was darn impressive, but there is still a lot of great talent left in this tournament for him to face before he earns the belt, its far from.a fargone concluesion. What a great first match that was though, if theyre all going to be like that im going to miss commentating over here on PAIN!

Harry Richards is in his changing room, preparing for his match by taping up his fists.

Clear your inbox pal, Lucha sent this to me

*Silva*

Harry, Paco, Taco
Look at the world as it decays,
Look at the mess I have made.
Laugh as the world starts to fade
I planted my seed of hatred,
I infected the hearts and minds
I am the god you think of
When you’re cursing at the sky.
I am the darkness that consumes you
It is my eyes that pierce your soul
When you feel you’re being choked
It is my hands around your throat
It is my laughter that taunts you
I’m the reason you can’t sleep
I’m every tear you cry
I’m the pain inside your eyes
I’m everything you despise
I’m the break in your heart
I’m responsible for every part
I’m the life between each blink
I’m what infects every thought you think
I take your strength to fight
I render you of your rights
I am dirt and I am mold
I am hot and I am cold
I’ve taken your wings to fly
I’ve taken your will to try
I am shame
I am guilt
I am the foundation on which you were built
When you crumble
When you fall
I am who takes your all
You give in
You give up
And I’ll leave you to self destruct
I am anger
I am hate
I am your mental mind state
So pray to your god if you think it’ll help
But when darkness falls
It’ll tie and bound you
Cause I am evil
And I surround you.