Annoyed enough to take action, Scott charged, bellowing a fierce battlecry. He knew he had the advantage in strength here- one good hit and Henderson would be a stain.

That’s about when Henderson dodged the punch, slipped his hands past Scott’s arm, took him to the ground, and broke his arm with a Fujiwara Armbar. Scott screamed and writhed, but as Henderson let him go, he noticed him struggling to his feet. Sure enough, Scott made it up on two feet and charged a second time. So Henderson broke his other arm. When Scott got up a third time, Henderson broke his legs.

By this point, Scott was a screaming mess, and Henderson decided the best thing he could do would be to just get it over with. Spotting a good area below, Henderson gathered Scott up with his head tucked into Henderson’s armpit, then fell backward, hurtling the foot or so down to the ground below at breakneck speed. The sound of the DDT planting Scott into the ground might now have seemed like much, but to Henderson it was earth shattering. Scott had been broken, physically and mentally, and now his misery was over.

Standing over him, Henderson worked out the pain in his shoulder from the fall. "By the way," he noted, "You held on to the ball too long, so you're eliminated."

Scott said nothing, because on top of being eliminated he was also dead. Henderson nodded once out of respect, and then he got right to the looting.

- FreestyleKneepad's Round 2