Slowly, Gruesome contorts his opponent's waist and arms to roll him into a pin.

"1...2..." The ref calls; when with a burst of energy, Ford kicks out of the pin.

With tremendous booms, Gruesome looks from the sky to the mat, as he slams his fists down. He cries out, "No! No! No!"

Ford takes the extra time to roll out of the ring, and to safety, so that he can catch his breath while encircling the ring. Before he can even clear the first turnbuckle, Gruesome end his monstrous tantrum, and begins to stalk Ford from inside the ring.

"...4...5...6..." The ref counting allowed. Ford has to be quick to re-enter the ring, for if the count gets to 10, Gruesome will win by default" and he could never let that happen. "...7...8..." The ref continues to count.

Using his superior agility to his advantage, Ford runs to one side of the ring, and as he planned, Gruesome follows; but in a split second, this agile machine ducks to the opposing side, leaving plenty of air between them. He rolls into the ring, and with his stealthy right fist, he begins to pummel his opponent, as the awesome ogre had done to him, not but a minute before.

The crowed cheers on this twig of a man. Right after right... the hits do little damage to the giant. Out of no where, Gruesome throws up his forearm, blocking further blows. Ford stands shocked, with an expression of fear and confusion that floods his face. Gruesome uses his brute strength to push him away, making him fall flat to the mat, and knocking the wind out of him.

Slowly, and confidently, Gruesome stomps toward a once again cowering blob of Ford. Pushing all his weight to the front, he begins to fall from on top of the mass.

Ford quickly rolls out to safety, leaving Gruesome stunned on the mat. He moves quickly, climbs the closest turnbuckle, and waits patiently for his prey to arise.

Gruesome opens his eyes, and begins stand, while shaking the pain from his head. Right as he looks up, the only thing he can see is a flying Ford coming toward him, feet first.

The massive hunk of meat falls to the mat once more, and all Ford can do is hop around, indulging himself in the victory he feels he will soon partake of. The unknowing soon comes to realize his fault as he feels the hands of Gruesome grab his ankles and knock him onto his face.

The crowed explodes in an uproarious, "Boo!" This distracts him from his pursuit of the meek looking wrestler. He walks with rage to the ropes, screaming obscenities to the audience in rebuttal. Symbols from his hands and arms match those of the crowd wishing his defeat.

A slow fading cheer comes up from the crowd's energy. Gruesome, considering this to be for him, hoots back at them, ignoring the one who he still perceives is curled up on the mat.

Ford creeps up behind him, and delivers a low blow, making his opponent roll from the top rope and onto the ground floor. Ceasing the opportunity, Ford jump down and checks to make sure the man-hungry beast is out cold for the time being. Assuring himself that he is, he precedes to pull back the padding on the floor, exposing the dark cement patch beneath.

"3...4..." The Ref counts closer to the time of a count out.

To Be Continued...