(3.4) Jamie Bader vs. Three & Boxer

[Veldrin the Shadow]

Handicap Match
Dynasty Rules ((During this match, Jamie Bader needs a five count to have a pin fall. Three and Boxer have no rope breaks, count-outs or disqualifications, and if Bader uses a weapon, or does an illegal move (like low blows) he's disqualified.))
Good Luck  

[antonio cesaro]

Don't You Put Your Dirty Black Hands On Me
I'ma' Put You Back In Jail



Jamie Bader came walking out from the back to the tune of his pro's music. Judging by the look on his somewhat visible face, he was not looking forward to this match, but he could tell the crowd was going to eat it up like the pigs they were.

"Introducing first, from Palmetto, Georgia! Jamie Baaadeeer!"

As Jamie neared the ring, he walked all the way around it to the commentator's table. Once there, he unzipped and slipped off his hoodie before handing it to the ring-hand there. "Gimme' a mic." He stated sharply while holding out his hand for the object. Once Jamie got the mic, he tapped it twice to see if it was on (it was) and rolled into the ring nearby.

 

[antonio cesaro]

Jamie stood in ring with a mic in hand and an annoyed look plastered on his face. Jamie pushed his tongue against the inside of his right cheek as he rubbed the mic against his head. He waited a few minutes until the crowd had died down enough for him to speak.

"S-So..." He began slowly as he looked around before continuing.

"This is how it is, huh?" He asked to everyone as he gestured to the crowd. "It wasn't enough to be put in a hardcore match my first night against the devil himself my first night--But after overcoming the odds and not only beating him but beating every other rookie in the rookie challenge I am now faced with a handicap match." Jamie hit the mic against his head really hard, making a 'thunk' noise.

"Let me ask you people this: Is this really fair? I mean, you people claim that I don't play fair and that I'm a bad person, but at the end of the day can you really just sit their and tell me that this isn't obviously a case of prejudice? I--I mean, I barely escaped my first night here after a very, very clean win." He explained as he nodded to the skeptical crowd. "Then, last week, they put a shady ref in my match who pulls a fast count. Y-Yeah, not only a fast count but the replays clearly showed me kicking out. Now, you people in the back have the gaul to put me in handicap match with rigged rules? I mean come on!. You honestly thought that I'd just let this go un-noticed?" Jamie walked over to the side of the ropes facing the stage.

"You people think this will stop me? I'm no stranger to tall, dumb and ugly back there. Just by sending me two of them means I'll be killin' two birds with one stone." Jamie paused to point a finger as the stage. "And after I'm done playing clean-up, I'm going to punch the head booker right in the mouth." Jamie then threw his mic down on the ground outside of the ring and waited for his opponents.

 

[Tamake-Sempai]

"Well Master Bader I'll give you this, you can b***h with the best of em."

The crowd cheered as the outspoken red demon made his way out from the back. They started chanting Master Bader.

"I do love that chant."

Boxer chuckled and walked down the ramp slowly before climbing into the ring with Jamie.

"Look, I think we both know that the two of us would not be here were it not for your stupid decision to attack Three during his match. This also might be punishment for assaulting a ref though. Or it might be a gift for me continuing my undefeated streak."

The crowd cheered louder for Boxer.

"I will admit, as much as I dislike you, you can deliver in the ring which is more then some of the other rookies can say. HOWEVER... you have no brains. If you did, you would not have pissed off a demon and a demon sideshow whatever Three is."

Boxer paced around the ring and stopped right in front of Jamie.

"Remember how I wanted to hit you with that glass bottle a few weeks ago? I thought of a better more civilized thing to do."

Boxer lowered the mic and turned around to walk away but would turn around and try to slam Jamie in the jaw with his mic.  

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Jamie was NOT amused by Boxer's antics. The look was clear as day on his visage. To make matters worse, before Jamie had a chance to respond, he was clocked by a cheap mic shot from Boxer. The blow knocked Jamie to the mat. He clutched his cheek with his right hand and quickly crawled out of the ring like a wet-dog. He flopped stomach first onto the padded floor outside and scrambled away to the commentator's table for safety.

 

[The Number Three]

Three came running down the ramp with Landry's music playing over the PA. He had a furious look on his face and a large beige bandage on his forehead; the bandage covered the scars from Jamie's assault. Three slid into the ring and grabbed Boxer by the shoulder. "Stop Boxer, tonight Jamie is mine... you hang out around the apron keep him from running; cause once he realizes what he has coming to him he is going to book." Three turned back and pointed to Jamie, he waved his hand to taunt his rival back into the ring.

"Common you gene-pool backwash. Get your p***y a** back in the ring and we can settle this Demon to hillbilly."

 

[antonio cesaro]

Jamie got back to his feet once on the outside and hid behind the commentators. Oh great, his rival had arrived.

Jamie held up his hands in defense as the giant beckoned for him. "No, I'm out--I forfeit. Get me my hoodie, I'm leaving." He said as he pointed at the ring. The crowd nearby began to boo and berate him.

Commentator 1: "Go on Jamie! Get in the ring you coward. You made your bed last week, now you have to lay in it!"

Commentator 2: "Hey, hey, calm down there. Maybe he's sick or something, I wouldn't blame him if he didn't feel at one hundred percent tonight. You have to live to fight another day you know."

 

[Tamake-Sempai]

Boxer slid out of the ring and ran over to Bader. He would try to hit him in the head in order to daze him. If he connected, he would throw Jamie into the ring with Three  

[antonio cesaro]

The punch connected with the distracted Jamie and of course he was tossed into the ring. He quickly rolled into a sitting position and turned to face The Number Three. Jamie quickly held his hands up in defense as he scooted away. "N-No. C'mon man! C-Can't you see what they're doin' to us? They're tr-tryin' to weed us out. Don't play their game!" Jamie pleaded.

 

[The Number Three]

"Don't worry you little hickabilly t**t, there's only one game were play'n tonight and it sure as heck aint kiss'n cousins, so I'm afraid your out of luck there." And with that without any further provocation Three charged forward and aimed a big boot at the seated Jamie's face.

 

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Before Jamie could say anything else, he was met with a nasty boot to his face, causing him to fly backwards to the mat. The crowd roared in approval at the attack on the smaller heel.

 

[The Number Three]

When Jamie hit the mat Three moved right in to unload on his body with stomp after stomp. He aimed to slam his heel down onto Jamie's chest, stomach, and limbs; however he avoided Jamie's face... for now.

 

[antonio cesaro]

Jamie didn't really have time to react to the assault from the larger opponent. Stomp after stomp after stomp collided with Jamie's body, causing him to jerk slightly like a fish out of water with each blow.

 

[The Number Three]

After a moment Three would seem to get bored of stomping on Jamie's body. He'd bend down and move to pull Jamie up to his feet and throw him with an irish-whip towards the ropes. If he sent him running Three would wait until he rebound to charge at him with a running European Uppercut.

 

[antonio cesaro]

Jamie was easily scrapped from the mat and thrown against the opposite ropes. With ease Jamie came right back at Three, only to be dropped by a nasty, loud European Uppercut. Jamie flopped to the mat like a rag doll as the crowd went crazy.