ElGato, who is now pretty pissed at Bane not posting for so long then pulling somehting like this, is only too happy to oblige.
"Chair shots, eh?"
The Maul Lord searched the audience, and quickly found his quarry. Dementia was in the audience, lurking about like usual. ElGato grabs him and hoists him over his head.
"You don't mind, right?"
"Not at all!"
He slings Slinger (hehe. Slings Slinger) right at Bane, and catches him right in the gut. Bane hits the ground, hard, with Dementia still sitting on his chest. ElGato strolled over, then pounded him in the groin with the Mouse Mace (which was, ironically, given to me by Bane), then pulls a Butweasel out of his sleeve, which he latched onto Bane's leg. He then ran to the other side of the ring, then detonated the Weasel