Billuh not only was sent crashing through the first layers of fabric comprising the floor of the ring, but skidding through the interior folds of its foam padding and canvas mat in a great maw of a tear likely causing irreparable and considerably expensive damage to the promoter’s property. The vicious downward momentum thrust upon the Gnome by his gigantic opponent was easily more than sufficient to have killed most any living thing as is, and still would not be the worst of the damage the Gnome would suffer from this would be death blow. His body was stopped from being thrown down to the floor of the building proper only by grating up with extreme force against the solid steel slat below which had been used to reinforce the ring rather than the more typical plywood, likely for just this reason as a blow like this would have easily sent someone straight through an inch of wood and down into the hollow area beneath the ring, in a hellish metal on metal tearing cacophony until smashing into one of the solid steel support beams at the corners of the ring being used to hold up the cable like ropes at the edges of the ring and finally coming to a jarring stop. 

The scene looked quite like a single car crash into a solid brick wall or something equally ridiculous and easily avoided with basic driving skill on one of those videos they make you watch in driver safety for whatever stupid ass reason they feel like trying to terrify youngsters. Liters of the deep red, near purplish-black viscous arterial blood you never see unless someone has just died in real bad fashion was spattered on the mat, the ropes, the audience and everything else in dribs and drabs and shallow pools with no readily apparent pattern or order to its spread. Chunks of seemingly ground up flesh, muscle, and tendon were left lying in clumps all over the place, battered and beaten like you’d put a recently living thing in a big ass blender without killing it first and jammed the machine up before all the biological tissue could be pureed properly. Bits of faux electronics, shaped metallic plates, and various mechanical junk was littered everywhere for near thirty feet from the initial impact site. Needless to say, it was a fuckin’ mess, and everyone in attendance should probably feel bad for the poor schmuck who was going to have to clean it all up after everything was said and done. 

Billuh’s entire right arm had been severed at the shoulder in the initial impact, bounced off of the steel below, and along with Hornswoggle’s corpse had been thrown into the crowd with the rest of the synthetic blood and gore, whacking some yuppie upside the head with enough force that he would almost certainly have a concussion and probably a broken nose as well as a dead little person and robot arm as souvenirs from the day’s carnage. Things hardly seemed good for the Gnomish Wrastlin’ champion, to be sure, but it was something more miniature terminator than Gnome that picked itself up off of the steel bed which would have been the final resting place of a lesser creature and back onto what remained of the mat, standing as tall as anything eighteen inches in height could and seemingly unfazed by the devastation wrought upon its figure. There was no flesh left on the Gnomes back, right flank, or the right side of his head and face, revealing most all of the two hundred pounds of steel endoskeleton beneath, steam ports and the moving plates at the joints clearly visible. Broken jaw hanging open in as much as smile as could be managed without a lower lip or half of an upper one, the Gnome offered his opponent but a moment to charge him before he would make his next move.