A broken kneecap, and then a kick to his gut, followed by a blow to his jaw. Wrath had it all planned out. Millennia of combat expertise allowed him to come up with deadly combat strategies in a split second. He was ready for any counter attack from the grey man. However, instead of mounting a fierce and unrelenting attack, Wrath only managed a heavy grunt as a wooden chair crashed across the back of his skull. A massive lump grew from his head where the chair made contact.
The rampaging demon's advance was halted, every muscle in his body tensing up from the impact. A vein swelled above his temple as a deathly scowl darkened his visage. "Wh...who..." Thoughts of vengeance and torture filled his hazy mind, but before he could think or speak any further, a second loud wooden clatter rang out through the room as Pride smashed him with the chair a second time, sending him into the ground with a heavy thud. Everything went black. A second lump grew on top of the first as Wrath laid motionless on the ground, subdued, if only for the moment.
As if his state wasn't enough, the pompous demon wasn't finished. A feeble grunt escaped Wrath's unconscious body as Pride dug the broken leg of the very weapon she assaulted him with into his skull. Another grunt eked out as she took a seat atop the chair atop his head. A grunt accompanied each motion the sadistic demon managed as she rocked or shifted atop the chair atop his head. "Ooof!" Howled the still very unconscious Wrath as the heel of the demon atop the chair atop his head dropped atop his spine.
This was the first time any entity, other than God, stood above Wrath, let alone atop him. That was a first on its own. If he had any idea it was Pride who got to be the first being to manage this feat with her feet, there would be no words in any language or dimension that could begin to describe the untold destruction and mayhem that would ensue in the wake of his rage. Fortunately for all parties involved, his comatose state would keep him ignorant of the fact. For now the ruler of rage was instead the ruler of being a chair leg.