After Billy's knee to his jaw, Dex fell back and was looking up at the ceiling. The room wavered in his vision. Out of the corner of his vision he saw big man in a suit smoking a cigar looking down at him. His eyes seem to blaze with blue fire. Grey smoke puffed plumed out the side of his mouth around the cigar like some old steam engineer from the 1800's. Dex briefly saw another image superimposed over the man. Part of his mind tried to make it come into focus, but another part pushed it away because it was something unworldly his mind didn't want to accept.
Dex's attention was pulled away when he felt the floor tremble and he turned his head enough to see Billy step over him. Dex's mind thought, could this guy be bigger? He seem to be even bigger than when they started fighting. He also noticed that Billy's eyes seem to be aflame like the man in the suit. Dex's started to look back over at the suited man when Billy dropped all his weight down on Dex's chest. Air exploded out of Dex's lungs as Billy's massive weight crushed down on top of him.
Billy's knees pinned Dex to the cold stone floor. Billy began to ball his hands into fist again, but he felt the annoyance of the hand wraps. They were dirty, bloody, riped and torn. Billy brought them up and digging his fingers into the dirty tattered cloth, began to rip them from his hands. Dex looked up and watched as his opponent ripped the cloth from his hands and flung it away.