DUE: Friday, March 28th at 11:59 PM EDT

DING DING!

The bell rings, and Evan Flare immediately closes in on the man who orchestrated an attack on him just a few days ago. With fire and venom, Flare forces Hope in to a corner and begins to pound away at him with right hands, causing his opponent's head to snap back again and again. Flare follows up with swift knee strikes to the chest and head of his bewildered opponent, not allowing Hope to have any chance to follow up on his attack from before. With the crowd behind him, Flare's hardcore roots show through to his surface, as he pushes The Prophet's head through the ropes and in to the mesh of the cage, then placing his foot on the back of his head, mercilessly pushing Hope's face in to the cold, biting steel, prompting Hope to scream in pain.

Just as it looks like his head is about to be pushed right through the mesh, Flare stomps the back of his head and causes him to roll away, holding his face and the stomped area. He burns with anger and quickly closes in on Hope again, grabbing him by the head and pulling him to his feet, before throwing his opponent face first in to the cage again. The body of the self-appointed Prophet bounces off the cage, and he stumbles to a knee, holding his face once again. As he takes his hand away from his face, he checks his forehead for blood, but is interrupted by Flare, who once again drags him to his feet and throws him face first in to the cage once again. This time, Evan keeps his face against the cage and grates his flesh across the steel, inflicting horrendous pain on his aggressor, and almost tearing the face off Hope's skull. The Prophet is then violently thrown to the floor by his opponent, his head bouncing off the mat and causing him even more pain. Nevertheless, Hope still gets to his hands and knee, still in considerable pain, but able to crawl away from Flare...at least for a little bit. Flare, not about to let Hope off easy, pursues his crawling opponent and grabs him by the hair once more. He hoists him up to his feet and takes a moment to talk a little trash right in to the face of his opponent. With that, Flare then throws Robert Hope in to the cage once again, and as Hope rebounds off the mesh, picks him up and drops him suddenly with a back suplex. Flare drops Hope high and tight on the back of his head, and his opponent flops to his belly like a sack of potatoes. Just as Hope lands, a speckle of blood can be seen on the mat, thanks to Flare brutalising Hope against the mesh.

Evan Flare pivots around on his knee quickly and assumes a rear mount position, where he begins to deliver hard, clubbing blows to the face of Hope, perhaps to worsen that gash on his face even more and don Hope with a crimson mask. The harbinger of the apocalypse lays on his belly, trying desperately to cover his face but can't manage, because his arms are trapped below him. Flare then crosses his hands over Hope's face and yanks his head back in a gruesome crossface-camel clutch hybrid. He pulls the squealing Hope's head to an unnatural angle to put an unfathomable amount of pressure on his neck, showing no remorse for Hope. Before releasing Hope, Flare fires a crossface punch right across the bridge of the nose of Hope, who quickly flops to the mat and holds his face in pain. The fans willingly welcome the violent side of the returning Evan Flare as he subjects their tormentor to his just desserts, after months of him berating them.

Hope groggily tries to shuffle away from Flare, using one arm to pull himself across the mat and the other arm to bring his hand to his face, trying to stifle the blood loss from his gash, or to perhaps try to stop the bleeding in some vain attempt at a healing touch. Flare is close behind him, though, and grabs his foot and pulls him back to the centre of the ring. Hope flips on to his back in an attempt to kick Evan Flare away, but only manages to get his leg caught underneath his opponent's arm.

With now both of his legs under Flare's arms, Hope thrashes his arms in the general direction of his aggressor, to no avail (obviously, because he isn't that guy from the Fantastic Four...Mr. Fantastic? Doesn't matter...), and is instead pulled towards the cage wall, and then catapulted in to the mesh yet again, causing him to collapse in to a bloody jumbled mess down by the ropes. Flare gets up to his feet and looks out through the cage to the sea of humanity that surrounds the ring. Like a scene from an ancient Roman Colosseum, Flare stands before the roaring crowd, who are loving the punishment that the lone prophet is being subjected to. Cerberus stands on the outside, his fingers locked in to the mesh as he glares at Flare through his grotesque mask. Flare doesn't seem too fazed by the beast, who is safely kept on the outside away from him. Robert Hope, still groggy from the impact from the catapult, is rolling around on his back, disorientated somewhat, and in a lot of pain. Flare turns back to see his fallen opponent and lifts him up by his head again, but instead of launching it in to the cage again, he hooks his head in for a suplex, dropping Hope viciously in a snapping motion, driving the air out of his lungs like he'd just been gored by a rhino. The Prophet coughs a little, trying desperately to shake off the unpleasant feeling from being slammed so viciously, but can only rest for a brief moment. Flare is up again, and once again hoists his opponent up for a brutal scoop slam in the centre of the ring, before motioning to the corner. Flare back his way in to the turnbuckle pads, carefully measuring up his approach to his fallen adversary, and delivering a knee drop right to the face of Hope, who turns on to his side and lets out a long grunt of pain.

At this point, Cerberus is beside himself. Desperate to get in to the ring, he begins to shake the cage, like some sort of demented test subject trying to escape. For the moment, at least, he is not having any luck with his endeavour, apart from the referee telling him to restrain himself. Even though he is groggy from the violent attacks from Flare, Hope reassures his beast that he'll be fine, before getting booted in the head by Evan. Flare then lifts Hope up by the tights and the hair and pushes his groggy opponent to the corner of the ring. Upon getting to the corner, Flare pushes Hope's head back with his forearm, exposing his chest for a thunderous chop to the chest, racking Hope's chest with a sharp, stinging, burning pain. This chop is followed by another, then another, then a fourth one, before Flare pauses for a second to step back away from Hope and put an exclamation point on his chops by throwing a hard and heavy final chop to the already red and inflamed chest of The Prophet, who slumps down in to the corner holding his flesh gingerly.

Flare slugs Hope with a right hand to the face as he cowers, before picking him up by his arm and hooking him up in a double underhook, attempting a suplex. Before he can, though, Hope quickly charges him across the ring in to the ropes, attempting to drive him in to the cage. Flare manages to retain control, though, sending in a hard knee shot to the face of Hope to stop his resistance. Hope relents a little bit, and Flare drags him to the centre of the ring again. Robert Hope suddenly drops to a knee, though, and as he does he manages to get his arm free. As Flare reaches down for his arm, Hope brings it up between his legs and fells him with a hard, wind-taking low blow. Evan Flare doubles over, gasping for air and holding his nether regions as Hope manages to get himself a little bit of a breather. The blood from his cut to his forehead stings his eyes. Hope rubs his eyes desperately to try to stop the stinging, but doesn't take too long, as he knows that an adrenaline fuelled Flare will be knocking on his front door once again. Hope rakes Flare's eyes, trying his best to disorientate his opponent long enough for him to get his shots in and build some momentum. The Prophet grabs a hold of Flare's hair and pulls him in to a headlock. From there, he begins to fire off hard, quick punches to Evan's face, showing how brutal he can be himself. Hope begins to scratch and claw at Flare's face, causing him to groan in pain, as the referee looks on helplessly in this no disqualification match. The cold and calculating Robert Hope is trying to open Flare up like Flare did for him not too long ago.

After a short time, Hope changes pace and pulls Flare up by his hair again and snaps off a hard uppercut to the jaw, which causes Flare to stagger back and drop to a knee. Much like Flare, Hope isn't happy to let him get off so easily, and follows Flare to where he dropped and tugs his hair again, before slamming his head in to the mat, and rubbing his face around relentlessly. The crowd boo loudly at this sign of Hope getting in to the match. Robert rests his knee against the side of Flare's head as Hope keeps his face to the mat. Hope then begins to lean down and start to throw elbows to the face of Flare, who kicks his legs with every shot to his unprotected face. Robert Hope grits his teeth in a mad grimace of rage, trying to destroy the facial structure of his opponent. Before long, The Prophet hooks his fingers in to Flare's mouth and pulls his head back in a gruesome looking fishhook type of move, looking dangerously close to splitting Evan's lips wide open, as if he is trying to tear his face from his skull. Not for long, though. Hope's big mistake was putting his fingers within biting distance of Evan Flare. Seeing no alternative, and to save face (literally), Flare sinks his teeth in to Hope's fingers, causing him to wail in pain and release his hold. It is quickly becoming clear that these two are not exactly going to abide by the usual rules of the ring, and this match is becoming more about who can get through it without being seriously injured. Hope makes sure to get away from Flare to save his fingers from being turned in to stubs, as Flare tries to get his wind back and shake off the woozy feeling. Hope shakes his hands out, then quickly rushes to Flare again and deliver clubbing blows to the back of the head and neck, quickly beating him in to the mat like he was a butcher cleaving a piece of meat. He picks him up and pushes him to the ropes, where he forces Flare's forehead to the hard top rope and grates it across the length of the rope, then forcing his throat over it and choking him out. The grizzly sight of a bloodied Hope choking out Flare is enough to turn stomachs, but doesn't stop Hope one bit.

The brutality doesn't stop there, though, as Hope puts Flare under the top rope and pulls his hair back towards his chest, so his neck is stretched against that top rope in a sickening angle. Hope viciously pulls back harder and harder, until Flare is almost bent back to look at Hope, who then wraps his hands under his chin in a devastating version of the chin lock. Then, with a sick smile on his face, Hope suddenly lets go of Flare's chin, causing his head to whip forward and hit the steel cage with a smack. Rather pleased with this tactic, The Prophet pulls Flare's hair back again and repeats his barbaric action another two times, all the while smiling like a jackal. The fans are utterly disgusted at this showing of utter disregard for another life of a human being, but Hope couldn't care less at this point. He's here for blood. And that's exactly what he might be about to draw, as he sinks his teeth in to the forehead of Flare, tugging at the skin as Evan is still tangled up in the ropes. Flare kicks and screams, struggling to move in the ropes as his wily opponent tears at his flesh with his teeth. Cerberus looks on from the outside, tilting his head as he looks at the pained expression on Evan Flare's face, as a small trickle of blood starts to run down his face.

The Prophet then pushes Flare's face in to the cage and slams it repeatedly against the steel, opening Flare up even more and causing a brutal splatter of blood to form on his face. Flare is then pushed on to the apron, where Hope slams Flare's head one last time, then takes off across the ring to rebound off the ropes. Just as Flare turns around to attempt to get away from the steel, Robert Hope leaps on him with a reverse elbow strike, bouncing off his body. Hope uses Flare's body as a ring rope and rebounds off it to the other side of the ring again. He sprints back to Evan, and this time hits him with a flying forearm strike, causing Flare to slump over the top rope. Robert Hope isn't quite finished yet, though. With his opponent still slumped over the top rope between the cage and the ropes, he runs to the ropes to the left of Flare and rebounds back with a high knee strike to the side of the head of Flare. Evan crumples from the attack, as his head snaps from the brutal shot he just received from Hope. As Flare slumps to the side a little bit, Hope runs to the other side of the ring yet again and comes back with a brutal running dropkick to the chest of Evan, driving him in to the cage once again. The fans are hating the aggression that Hope has been able to show, standing on his own two, despite his life force trickling down his face on to the mat. Hope holds his head groggily, gritting his teeth as his fingers touch the open wound that is oozing blood, but still focused on dishing out pain to Flare. Suddenly, though, Hope turns to Cerberus on the outside, and tells him to get under the ring. Cerberus obediently obliges, lifting the ring apron and rooting around under the ring. Hope turns back to Flare and delivers a few kicks to his body to keep him down. As he turns back around, he has to quickly dodge a flying chair that has just been lobbed in to the ring by his beast. The referee is then almost hit by a metal trash can, then a very long chain that is bunched up in a loop. Hope has to parry another chair away, and then manages to hold his hands out and catch a Singapore care, before telling Cerberus to stop. Again, the beast obediently stops.

Hope turns back to Flare, who is now pulling himself through the ropes slowly. He crawls on the mat due to the tremendous pain through his whole body from the brutal beating he has just received against the cage. Hope spins the cane around in his hand before cracking it across the bare back of Evan Flare, dropping him to his stomach after the gunshot type crack that echoes through the arena. Flare rolls on to his back, arching it in pain, but he is quickly interrupted by another hard hit to the stomach with the cane, then to the chest. Hope mercilessly delivers shot after shot after shot to the body of Flare, producing painful red welts instantly on his body, and when the cane splits apart, Hope just tosses it to the side and walks over to Flare, picking him up to his feet once again, as pain courses through his body. The beaten Flare holds on to Hope's arms as he lifts him to his feet, but quickly relents when he is hit by a hard knee to the gut from The Prophet, who executes the strike with a chillingly nonchalant look on his face, simply allows Flare to drop to his knee and hold his gut, while he turns to the trash can that was thrown over the top of the cage by his monster. He takes a moment to look at his mangled face in the reflective aluminium, almost transfixed on the blood that has now turned his face red. After a short time, Hope turns slowly towards Flare, who is now...just say on his feet, still holding his body from the punishing assault from the cane. Hope slowly steps towards Flare, trash can held above his head. The twisted glint returns to Hope's eyes as he prepares to bring the can down on the head of his opponent. He doesn't exactly find his mark, though. Just as he swings at Flare, the crafty veteran rolls underneath the swing and positions himself to the side of Hope. With his momentum taking him forward, Hope is helpless to prevent the coming double footed stomp, which sees him driven face first in to the can, much to the delight of the fans in attendance. The can crumples and Hope lets out a hideous cry of pain as his face is forced in to the cold metal. Flare takes a moment to collect himself, as Hope rolls on the floor like his face has just been cleaved off. Evan Flare looks at the blood that has now been smeared against the trash can, then looks back at Hope.

Flare bends down to get the trash can in his hands again, all the while staring at Hope, who is still holding his face. He lifts the trash can over his head, and as Hope turns to look up at him, he brings it down square in the head of Hope. The Prophet falls to the mat in a daze, only to be set upon again by another shot to the torso with the can. And another. And another. The can is bent and bashed relentlessly, again and again, as Flare unloads on The Prophet. The can disintegrates in to a mangled mess, just like the man who is being assaulted with it. The scene in the ring drives Cerberus in to a frenzy on the outside, to the point where he pulls the mesh outwards, causing it to bend out of shape a little bit. Flare briefly breaks his focus on Hope upon hearing the creaking of the cage against the strength of Cerberus. Then, in one act of defiance, he simply tosses the wrecked can towards the cage where Cerberus is trying to break through, then reaches down to pick up a chair, looking in to the eyes of the beast the whole time. This causes Cerberus to pause for a second, his eyes locked with Evan's. Without breaking his stare, Evan Flare stands over Hope and begins to smack the steel chair in to the body of Robert Hope, relentlessly assaulting him to perhaps show that he isn't intimidated by Cerberus. This drives the monster berserk, half out of rage and half out of concern for his master. The beast begins to pound the mesh of the cage with every strike of the steel chair across Hope's quivering body. The fans in attendance let out rapturous round of cheers and applause at the defiance shown by the returning Flare, who uses the support to drive himself on and battle through the pain that has been inflicted on him through this brutal fight.

Deciding that he had had enough with trying to pound Hope flat into a pancake, Flare throws the chair over his head and stands on unsteady feet to gain his composure. Then, wiping the blood from his eyes, he reaches down to an almost immobile Robert Hope, who twitches occasionally from the brutal shots with the chair. Flare hoists his dead weight up to his feet and hooks his hands around the torso of his adversary. He shakes Hope back in to consciousness somewhat, only to them throw him over his head with a belly to belly suplex, causing Hope to just crash haphazardly in to the mat, obviously numb to the pain from the beating he just took. Flare slowly sits up and gathers himself, before shuffling back over to his fallen foe again and rising to his feet. Flare brings with him the arm of the dazed Hope, dragging him up to his feet again. This time, though, Flare locks him in a rear waist lock and drops him with a German suplex, driving Hope's head and shoulders in to the mat with a kind of laboured aggression, the match taking a toll on his body and mind. The technician, once again, pushes himself up to his feet over a motionless Hope, again dragging his lifeless carcass up in to a Tiger suplex. Flare strains to hoist Hope up and over his head to drive him in to the mat once again, folding him up in a grotesque pile of bloody man. Flare looks over at the bag of battered body parts that was once Robert Hope, trying to gauge whether he was going to stand again. The monstrous Cerberus howls in absolute primal rage at the scene in front of him, pacing back and forth, knowing that the cage will not be easy to infiltrate. The chained door and the high walls make sure of that.

Evan Flare rolls on to his stomach, before pushing himself up to his knees and surveying his destruction. After a moment, he pushes himself all the way up to his feet, his head still pounding from the aggressive and barbaric beating that he took from the cage not too long ago. Feeling that the end may be near, Flare looks to be ready to end the match with a Blood Reign. He stands up and yanks Hope off the mat, eager to put him away once and for all. As he gets Hope in the gutwrench, he suddenly feels the throb from his head again, preventing him from hoisting his opponent up briefly. After a few attempts, Flare finally hoists Hope up over his shoulder, though he struggles to keep his vertical base. Flare bravely battles through the pain, and with the crowd cheering wildly, he swings Hope over his shoulder in to the Blood Reign!

Or, at least he hoped he would. Instead, Hope manages to kick his legs and squirm out of the side of the move, on to his feet. Flare grasps at him again, trying to quickly get back on the offensive, but gets his arm caught by Hope. Hope quickly turns Flare over in to the ¾ headlock, looking to drop him with Hope for the Future! Evan goes in to survival mode and desperately tries to separate Hope's hands from around his neck, fearing that this final move would put him away. Hope attempts to drop to the ground, taking Flare with him...

Only to have Flare roll back out of the neckbreaker, managing to separate Hope's hands and spin both men back around so they are face to face. Flare keeps spinning through, and swings a vicious back fist towards the head of Hope. The Prophet only narrowly manages to duck it, the blow coming so close as to brush the top of his head. With Flare off balance, Hope quickly scoops him up and drops him with a quick and unexpected Death Valley Driver! Flare bounces off the mat and on to his back, spilling out in to a human puddle on the mat, while Hope lays motionless next to him. It's clear to see that Hope didn't have enough in him to put enough impact in to the move, nor did he have enough to follow up and pin Flare, so both men simply lie in a pile next to each other, neither man with any clear advantage in the match. The referee checks on both men, more to see that they are still breathing than to stop the match, at this point. Finally, Hope stirs a little bit. He doesn't get far before he is reminded of the vicious chair attack from earlier, as he clutches his ribs, coughing and spluttering. His breaths are shallow and laboured, and his lips lazily part as he pushes out air from his lungs. With one cough, a spatter of blood lands on the mat, indicating a possible internal injury. Nevertheless, he slowly drags himself to the ropes and gets to his feet like a geriatric who has just suffered a fall. He glances over to Flare, who is still on the mat, but is also stirring a little bit. Hope looks agitated, wondering just how much longer this brutal match will have to continue. He pulls his hair in frustration, before motioning to Cerberus to walk over to the cage door. The referee tells Hope to stop it, insisting that this match remains a one-on-one contest, but Hope just tells him to piss off. Then, just as the referee goes to tell Cerberus to keep his distance, Hope decks the referee from behind! The fans boo loudly at Hope's cowardly actions, but Hope doesn't give a damn, and simply turns his attention to Cerberus, who yanks at the reinforced door of the steel cage. He writhes and wrenches the chain keeping the cage locked, then works on pulling the door at the hinges to bust them open. The Prophet stands in the ring, shouting words of...er...'encouragement' to his monster, seemingly very keen to have him come in and assist.

While Hope is balling at Cerberus to get in the cage, Flare takes his chance to slowly get to his feet and stalk Robert Hope. After a minute, the brute force of Cerberus is too much for the door to withstand, and he manages to wrench it off one of the hinges. Satisfied with the fact that his monster will soon be in after him, Hope turns back to his opponent...

...and right in to a spinning back fist! Hope's head snaps back, and he falls to the mat like a tree being felled by an axe. The crowd erupt, as Flare delivers a definitive blow to Hope, and perhaps netting himself the match. Flare falls on to Hope for the cover!

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Flare looks around, then noticed the incapacitated referee. He lets out an audible “FUCK!”, frustrated that he couldn't put this menace away for good. Then, he sees the beast, almost completely through the door. He props himself up on his hands and knees, looking at the horrifying visage of Cerberus, reaching in through the gap he created in the door, as if he was Jason Voorhees trying to pry his way in to a log cabin after his next victim. Flare begins to measure up his options. He could stay and take on a fresh monster, who is just about to rip steel apart, or...

The fans cheer as they notice Flare look to the top of the cage. At that moment, Cerberus notices him looking as well, and pauses for a brief moment, the cogs spinning in his tortured mind. It is only when Flare forces himself to his feet and to the cage wall that he begins to savagely rip and writhe the cage door against the second reinforced hinge. Flare steps on the ropes and begins to ascend, which sends Cerberus in to a panicked frenzy, desperately trying to save the match for his brother in arms. Flare slowly makes his way up to the top of the cage, not even attempting to look back at the beast, instead just focusing on getting the hell out of there (no pun intended).

Flare only just manages to get on to the top of the cage as Cerberus finally breaks the door down and lumbers in to the ring, bringing with him the fires of hell. He walks over to where Flare is escaping, trying to plot a way to follow him up and stop him escaping. Flare fancies his chances of escaping from the monster once he is outside, so simply hauls himself over and on to the outside of the cage!

Closer and closer to freedom, Flare anxiously scurries down the steel mesh, before noticing something strange. Suddenly, Cerberus stops thrashing towards the top of the cage for Flare. Suddenly, as Flare comes to the middle of the outside wall, Cerberus looks him calmly in the eyes. Evan looks back, confused and momentarily distracted. Suddenly, Cerberus takes off across the ring, and just as Flare understands what he's doing and attempts to drop, the monster returns and boots the cage in to Flare's face, sending him crashing off the cage wall and across the announcer's table! The crowd cheers wildly, as Flare manages to escape for the win!

But then, the creeping realisation kicks in. With the referee down...and now the monster able to get out of the cage...

Their fears are quickly realised, as Cerberus gets out of the ring and pursues Flare, who lies in a heap over the announcer's table. The looming figure of Cerberus grabs Flare by the throat and drags him across the table like a piece of prized game. He then hoists Flare up on to his shoulder, before ramming him face first in to the cage like a dart at a dartboard. He keeps a hold of Flare as he drags his face across the cage, as if he was simply transporting a slab of meat to an abattoir. Cerberus then steps back when he reaches the corner of the cage, then drives Flare in to the cage once again, this time throwing him off his shoulder so he just collides with the steel. Evan Flare lands with a thud on the floor outside, and this sick, demented monster looks like he's about to do the dirty work for Hope once again. The fresh Cerberus grabs Flare by the hair and rips him off the floor with one hand, then tosses him over in to the crowd with one inhuman show of strength. While his monster is doing his work, Hope is slowly trying to remember his name, only to have his train of thought derailed by a torrential downpour of boos and jeers directed at Cerberus. He shakes his head out, and notices Cerberus standing over a cowering crowd, who are trying to protect Flare from this unfair and savage beating from the man who shouldn't even be involved in this match. This, of course, makes Hope light up with giddy joy. Nothing satisfies him more than seeing his dirty deeds deliver him results.

Back on the outside, Cerberus is reaching over for Flare, pushing fans out of the way left and right. A couple of brave (perhaps stupid) members of the XWA faithful attempt to grab his arms, but only receive a powerful shove for their efforts. Somehow, however, this proves to be just enough time for Flare to get to his feet and clock Cerberus with a steel chair! The monster rocks back from the strike, and Flare, seemingly unwilling to turn his back on the monster, pursues him to finally end the beast once and for all. Flare swings the chair at Cerberus again and again, trying his best to drop  him and take him out of action. With the fans supporting him all the way, Flare succeeds in getting Cerberus to a knee! Flare measures Cerberus' head for one last shot.

He steps back and lifts the chair above his head.

Just as Flare brings the chair for one last shot, the monster wraps his hand around his throat! The pincer grip of Cerberus throttles Evan and causes him to drop the chair, and perhaps signifies the end of his valiant attempt to fight off the monster. Cerberus drags gim over the ring barricade, then slams him with the chokeslam on the outside, sending a jolt of pain through his whole body. Just then, Hope snaps Cerberus' attention away from Flare and orders him to go under the ring again. He tells Cerberus to “get the thing” for him... Cerberus obediently abides, as the fans boo The Hopeful for robbing Flare of the victory. Cerberus emerges again with a set of handcuffs. He holds them up for Hope, who claps his hands like an excited child, before turning to the chain that was thrown in earlier. Hope hobbles over to the chain in the corner and picks it up, looking at it intently. He makes his way to one of the cage walls and unravels the chain, then reaching up to hook it around the girder-like top of the cage, so it hangs. Meanwhile, Cerberus picks up Flare's beaten body and drags it to the hole where the door used to be. Now, with all three men in the ring, Hope looks to unveil his ghastly plan for Evan Flare. It's not enough that he's cheating to win, it looks like he wants to make a grizzly example of his opponent. He takes the handcuffs from Cerberus and locks one around one of the wrists of his downed opponent. Just as he reaches for the other one, though, he finds himself being kicked in the head, amazingly, by Flare! The crowd erupts, as the wounded Flare refuses to give up. Holding his ribs desperately, Flare gets to his feet, still groggy from the brutal attack outside. Nevertheless, he turns to Cerberus, who is now baring down on him, and kicks the leg out from underneath the monster! He starts delivering rapid kicks to the body of Cerberus, causing him to grunt in pain. Flare then wisely turns back to Hope, and dishes out the same punishment, keeping him at bay.

Flare snaps back to Cerberus, fuelled on pure adrenaline, and goes for the attack again. This time, though, he finds him scooped up on to Cerberus' shoulder once again, but this time, for the tombstone! Flare kicks his legs wildly, trying to escape, facilitating it with rapid 12 to 6 elbows to the chest and face of Cerberus! Cerberus eventually drops Flare to his feet, but manages to block a kick to the gut. The gut, however, was never Flare's intended target. Instead, Flare clocks the monster with a leg feed enzuigiri! The monster stumbles to a knee, and the crowd are going wild! They can't believe that, against the odds, the man who claimed he is here to reclaim his throne is fighting back the Hound of Hades! Flare feels the adrenaline coursing through him again! The pain in his back, in his head and neck, they don't exist anymore. Not for the moment, at least. He surges with fury and passion, and me might just snatch his rightful victory back out of the jaws of hell.

He turns back to Hope again, grabbing him in the gutrench yet again. Just as Flare tries to wrench Hope up again, he is suddenly derailed by another cowardly low blow! Flare relinquishes the hold and drops his hands. Hope then takes advantage, slapping the other handcuff on the other wrist, then turning Flare around in to a Hope for the Future, downing him viciously. Flare flops on to his belly, his hands cuffed above his head.

Hope glares at the chain once again, and staggers to it like a drunkard, all the while barking orders at the monster. He ties the chain around the feet of Flare, then demands that Cerberus comes to pull it. Groggily, but obediently, the monster abides. Slowly, Flare is dragged along the mat with the chain, and eventually suspended up by the cage wall. He dangles upside down, while Hope violently shakes the referee to consciousness again. Hope then struggles to knot the chain up, so Flare hangs by himself, and then orders Cerberus out of the ring. Hope slowly paces side to side in an arch, looking at Flare with cold, emotionless eyes. The self-appointed Prophet then drops to his knees and holds Flare's head in his hands. He gently swings him like some sort of sickening playground toy, before smiling a twisted, pained and bloodied smile. He softly whispers:

“Look...look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair [pants and wheezes, holding his ribs from the brutal proceedings of the match] ...f...for I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.”

The harrowing mash up of quotes is only just picked up by the cameras, and barely audible over the loud boos of the audience, who are utterly appalled at Hope's lack of compassion for a brave and valiant warrior, who very nearly defeated him and his beast.

The disgusting Hope then makes sure that the referee is looking, before turns and starts crawling to the door of the cage. The referee looks on in horror as Flare hangs by his feet with his hands cuffed together, wondering just what the hell happened to him. He looks over to Hope, taken aback by the site, but by the time he sets his eyes on the Prophet, he is crawling out of the door and lands on the outside. The referee has no objection to ringing the bell in order to attempt to release Flare from his binds.

DING DING DING!

The crowd boo the cowardly Hope, who couldn't defeat Flare on his own, and instead got his henchman to do the heavy lifting when the going got tough, and then cheated his way to the win, before displaying Flare like a trophy. One thing is for sure...Evan Flare will not forget what Robert Hope and The Hound of Hades, Cerberus did to him tonight.