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And the second headbutt is dead on, forming a smile on Snypa's face. "I like you," he says.

As the blow lands, Snypa attempts to reverse their positions, so that he is on top and the one landing attempted blows.

((OOC- Okay Angel I don't mind the commentary even though I didn't know that we would be having a guest here but you're GMing a little by saying that Snypa has found a way to reverse it. The action was open ended giving me the choice to either accept the reversal or not. Please be careful with that.))

From somewhere in the audience someone shouted in a booming voice "Now kiss!" to the pair as Hatter took the punches from Snypa. This was becoming a far more physical match, something that he wasn't entirely apt at.

Hatter would try to wait until Snypa made for another blow to his head before he would attempt to block him and try to flip his opponent over his head and off of him so that they could at least get onto their feet.

(one minute til work so this will be short!)

Hatter made his way between the ropes to move to stand on the edge of the apron with all intentions of jumping down with a double axe hammer onto Snypa.

Hatter had just launched himself off the apron when he found himself falling into the trap unable to stop or alter his descent into the miasma of black mist that had spewed from his opponent like some mystical dark magic.

It was warm and sticky and it burned drawing from Hatter a shrill cry of pain as he blindly landed upon his feet and stumbled hopelessly from the apron towards the announce table then towards the barricades, wanting to open his eyes to where he was going but the pain that made his eyes produce a metaphorical river of tears conflicted with the notion by instinctively closing should more the substance get in.

"Bloody hell, I've seen something like this happening in a viral video!" Hatter was cussing near the apron as the nearby members of the audience took the opportunity to foolishly reach out and pat the blind Hatter's shoulder. Hatter had a hard time keeping himself from instinctively lashing out defensively.

The words of encouragement and pats turned frantic with cries of "Watch out!" "Run!" "He's gotta box!"

Listening to the more coherent warnings Hatter turned and opened his eyes so that his blurred vision could catch a glimpse of the shape coming towards him and brought his arm up to catch the blunt force of the steel toolbox.

He let out a scream of pain as he felt a pain then felt something in his arm give/ bending oddly at his elbow. He let loose a string of curses that if the people at the control center wasn't vigilant would have gotten the company fined heavily by the FCC.

Hatter, clutching his arm and still crying out in pain, blinked away the tears that was washing his eyes out of the black mist his vision still blurred but he could see enough to notice that Snypa was up to something.

Biting his lip he turned towards the crowd and though blurred vision noticed someone had on the one of the overpriced replicas of the title belt that was sold in the giftshop.

Taking it and giving the person a small thanks, which was directed towards the wrong person Hatter would try to swing the hard face plate of the mock belt towards Snypa as he was coming towards him with the screwdriver.

Hatter tried to buy himself some more time by leaping over the barricade into the crowd putting the guard rail and the people between him and Snypa. "Anyone here have some water to spare?" He asked politely happy when an overpriced bottle of water was shoved into his hand and he proceeded to pour it over his face to wash away the substance.