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Landon and Thane didn't only approach Max Fury with dark glints in their eyes, they attempted to attack him instantly.

Arnold almost escaped from the ring corner, but Landon Bishop possessed a shocking reaction speed, helping him to capture Arnold before he could dash out of sight.

Being captured and stuck in the corner, Thane and Landon stumped at Arnold with merciless force, making him fall after several attacks.

Arnold was stunned by seeing these two teaming up to take him down just as they did to Caspian lately. Only a single competitor was said to be allowed to go for the Grindhouse Omega Championship yet these men were acting like tag team partners.

"Finish him up... Finish him!" Thane whispered to Landon after they had sent several stumps on all part of his body.

Right now, it was as if Arnold's joints were set apart.

Landon quickly grabbed Arnold and attempted to deliver a finisher as Thane had asked. With an evil smile on his face, he carried Arnold who only felt like a bag of wool on his shoulder, and slammed his back against the mat, delivering a Power Slam.

"Oh My! This is where it ends for Max Fury, I guess... It's so saddening for the wonder newbie."

As one of the commentators spoke grimly, the count was ongoing.

"One!"

[Host, you have to kick out to this... You have to stay in the game.]

"Two!"

[Common, host. You can do it... Common!]

"The..."

"Woohoo!!! Max Fury, somehow, managed to find himself a saving grace!!!"

It wasn't as if he kicked out.

Right where he was pinned, his other leg was on top of the bottom ropes. Landon Bishop didn't notice this after delivering the Power Slam.

Max Fury had fallen quite close to the ropes and had placed his leg on them to break the count!

This was a common rule in professional wrestling. If any part of the pinned opponent's body was having contact with the rope, a count and even a submission would be terminated.

Max Fury supporters among the crowd in the near distance cheered loudly with joy, sending words of praise into the ring.

After suffering from the Power Slam, Arnold felt a throbbing pain in his back. Truth be told, out of all the attacks he had gotten, no one had been so painful and terrifying as this.

Even after a few moments, reaching the period when other pains usually vanish, the pain he got from the Power Slam still lingered. However, it never let him lay his guard down.

If he stayed down for an additional minute, an entirely different killer attack would be launched against him, and this time, he was sure that there would be no mistakes in placing him in the right spot for the count.

Standing up and holding onto the top rope, Arnold cast a gaze of revenge towards the two men. Thane and Landon only exchanged glances at him for a short time and returned the looks at themselves.

Suddenly, a loud palm strike sounded.

*Pa!*

"You bitch! You should have brought him to the beginning of the ring before covering!" Thane shouted after slapping Landon in the face.

Landon placed a couple of fingers on his right cheek, licking his lips. His face suddenly turned dark and furious as he stared blankly.

Meanwhile, Thane still stood in front of him, looking right at his face as though like a commander instructing a sergeant.

"You are a coward, Landon! I... Only I can win the Grindhouse Omega Title. You, him," he pointed at Arnold, "can't give what it takes to defeat the champion!"

Thane smiled as he uttered these words with a gasp, standing bold and facing Landon with a fierce gaze.

*Pow!*

In the next moment, Thane got punched in the face so intensely that he couldn't help falling on the mat. With indescribable rage, Landon had punched him so hard that he could barely stand up.

"Do you think you are capable? Huh???! C'mon, everyone knows I'm capable."

Landon Bishop raised both hands over his head.

"Everyone knows that Landon Bishop is CAPABLE!!!" He laughed.

At the congregation, his supporters cheered loudly for him, while the others "BOOed" him with a "f**k you" sign on their hands.

Landon never cared... After all, there were always lovers and haters. This was one of the inevitable things in the world of professional wrestling.

He returned his attention to Thane Ryder and bent to grab his arms after praising himself, and in the next minute, a short yet stunning drama happened in the middle of the ring.

Thane suddenly grabbed Landon as he bent to grab him and pinned him forcefully on the mat, holding his legs so tightly to prevent him from kicking out.

"One. Two. Three!"

"Landon Bishop has been eliminated!" The announcer notified the arena.

Almost everyone, including Max Fury, was stunned by Thane's smart move. Landon Bishop has been just too foolish and high of himself. While he was busy praising himself, Thane Ryder was plotting and finding a way to kick him out of the match.

If not the real way... There is always another way.

After all, ways are still ways.

As far as it wasn't against the rules.

Landon couldn't believe it himself as he covered his head with both hands, his eyes glinting with anger and regret.

Nevertheless...

He was already eliminated. There was nothing he could do.

Before he could even react, Thane also clotheslined him through the top rope, sending him outside in an instant.

Now...

Only two men were remaining.

Thane Ryder...

And Max Fury.

Max Fury already stood up and was glancing at Thane from behind. However, it wasn't as if Thane was unaware of his consciousness either.

Turning to look at the twenty-three-year-old youngster from Rising Impact University, he let out a casual chuckle of intimidation. To him, Arnold was just a small mouse that only needed a stump to be destroyed.

Even after observing his bodybuild, Thane believed that Max Fury wasn't man enough.

'Hahaha! Congratulations to me, I won.' Thane mused.

Arnold could only maintain eye contact with the sly figure, making sure he made no mistake of receiving an attack first. At this moment, he had no idea of what to do, but at least, it wasn't as if the opponent would feel the same way.

No one knew each other's intention.

The arena continued to bloom...

Two men roamed inside the wide ring, creating low thuds on the mat.

There was only one thing to consider after all, and that was the one who would pin the other competitor and come out victorious.

The winner grabs the No.1 contender ticket and goes for the Grindhouse Omega Championship Title Match.

But the question here is:

"WHO IS CAPABLE?"