***A look of wretched scorn tore through Atrum's eyes as he watched Mortimere hit Professio so hard with the chair that it bent. Mortismere, taunting the fans, wasn't watching Atrum's huge frame climb the apron of the ring...

*Mortismere turned around as Atrum flew from the apron and smashed over Mrotismere's head with a strong double axe handle, bouncing him into the steel barricade

*Atrum, winded, lifted Mortismere by the head and tried to irishwhip him into the steel steps, only for it to be reversed by Mortismere

*Atrum's huge body completely took out the steps as he mangled over them, gasping for air...

Mortismere began to slowly approach his daunted foe, laughing while doing so. Just as Mortismere stood in front of the kneeling Atrum, he was caught with a fierce uppercut to his nuts, sending him down to his knees in agony...

*Atrum stood to his feet and lifted Mortismere up and began to smash his head, over and over, into the turnbuckle

*Atrum then turned Mortismere around and began to smash his palm into Mortismere's nose, screaming while doing so

*Mortismere fell down onto his bottom and seemed to be dazed for a moment while Atrum went over to help Professio***