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 Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2012 12:32 pm
The following contest is a STRAIGHTJACKET MATCH, and is for the WWE:E Asylum Championship! The only way to win is to incapacitate your opponent and force him into a straightjacket!
Introducing first...
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 12:30 am
A siren hit's the PA system, confusion takes hold of the audience while security staff lock the doors trapping everyone inside. The lights shut off with a clang and panic began to set in. The sound of manic laughter filled the arena, and horrific images flashed briefly on the titantron. The laughter grew louder, and lights all around the arena strobbed on and off. The first scream cried out from the stage, as two large men dressed in bleach white scrubs, drug a man out from behind the curtain. He was bound in a strait jacket, and had a burlap sack placed over his head.
He struggled against his captors as they forced him down the ramp and into the ring. The men stood back while whoever it was, struggled in the jacket while slowly rising to his feet. Then his arms came lose, and the locks on the jacket loosened. He slipped the heavy fabric over his head, and revealed himself; The Number Three! At that moment music overpowered the laughter as his song started.
Cause I'm
T.N.T.
I'm Dynamite
T.N.T.
And I'll win the fight
T.N.T.
I'm a power-load
T.N.T.
Watch me Explode!
The fans erupted into cheers! What they thought had been a match for a vacated title was actually their champion returning to them! Three threw up his demon horns taunt before he reached into the bag that was over his head. He pulled out the asylum championship and held the title up for the audience to see! Then the time for antics was over; an official came to take the belt, and Three moved to his corner.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 5:12 am
"Hope I didn't keep you waiting." Salem said over the PA system, much to the delight of the fans waiting for a show. And a show they would receive, courtesy of the tanned-skin figure that stepped out onto the ramp, only a microphone in his hand as he looked through his shaggy black bangs towards the ring at the end of the ramp.
Salem was dressed as he typically was - grayish-black street pants that'd been worn in the knees, accented by a studded leather belt that kept them around his toned waist. His hands had been wrapped to the elbows, his skin glistening under the light from the sweat that had formed from the intensity of the moment. Though he looked calm and composed, behind his dark eyes Salem was in another place - a dark world where pain and blood are the currency, a world that he and Three would soon be ferrying this eager crowd to. With a smile, Salem soaked in the raucous reaction from the crowd as his theme music began playing in the background, courtesy of Killswitch Engage.
"You see..." Salem continued, slowly starting down the ramp as his eyes never left Three's. "I've got to say...I was half thinking about not even showing up to this. After all, I only got this match because Hiro and his flunkies couldn't keep it in their pants. Guess his flunkies couldn't bear the thought of him being pinned by a rook like me."
Grasping the bottom rope, Salem nonchalantly pulled himself up to the apron, taking a moment to look at Three before stepping inside the ring.
"But, that just wouldn't be fair to you. I mean, you've been out of action for a while, now...in a way, this is a return for you, too. And from what I hear, you and I have something in common - we both like to get our hands dirty...and bloody."
Stepping up to Three, Salem extended his hand, an offer of respect to the champion before the match began.
"So...how's about we make this fun, and I welcome you back in style?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 6:43 pm
Three approached Salem's outstretched hand he even extended his own as if to shake Salem's. He had much more sinister plans in mind, and a mouthful of demonspit to unleash. Just as his right hand clasped Salem's, his left hand came up to his mouth and ignited a sparker; at the same time he sprayed the combustible vodka/pepper concoction from his mouth. The resulting ball of flame would swell out reaching for Salem's face and head, and Three's iron clad handshake would serve to hold his victim in place.
"Fun! I couldn'ta had a better idea myself! And we're gunna start things off hot!"
And without letting go of Salem's hand he would attempt to yank the smaller, and hopefully inflamed, wrestler towards him. All to create sudden momentum for a surprise clothesline!
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 11:30 am
As Three grasped Salem's hand, Salem immediately realized the difference in size between them, and recognized the folly of his noble gesture, civility consumed in flame with the strike of a spark.
Clutching his face with his free hand, Salem howled in pain that left his knees weakened, the scent of pepper and singed flesh staining the air. Unable to keep his leverage with his buckling knees, Salem was dragged forward into the clothesline, spine snapping backward to bounce his shoulder blades off the canvas.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 6:26 pm
His clothesline flattened Salem right off the bat, and now he would begin to understand the danger he was in against the demon of the ring.
"Now let's dance you and I."
Three threw up his demon horns taunt, and the crowd erupted, and welcomed him back as though here was never gone. Three bent down to grab his opponent's right wrist and pull him up, then in one fluid motion Three would attempt to irish whip Salem towards the nearest turnbuckle. He would put his bulk and strength into the whip, not just trying to send Salem to the corner, but to drive him into the padded metal knuckles that held the ropes in place.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 7:19 pm
Salem's throat ached from the fierce clothesline that had leveled him earlier, his eyes blurry and burning from the fiery blast Three had spat at him. Clutching his eyes, Salem felt himself dragged up to his feet, then slung forward with a forceful Irish Whip. Too busy trying to clear his foggy head, Salem's spine once again was rocked as he slammed up against the turnbuckle, rubbing his eyes with his hand wraps to try and repair his blurry vision.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 8:56 pm
Three saw that his pepper spray fireball was still aggravating Salem's eyes. Even after having his back driven into the corner, Salem was still rubbing at his face. Three came up with the idea to help Salem with his condition. He took off running and aimed a big boot at Salem's face, using his early momentum to throw his weight into the kick.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 9:10 pm
Slowly, the burn in Salem's eyes started to be rinsed away, wiping the saline from his tear ducts with the back of his palms. His vision still stung, but his aching back forced Salem to squint his eyes for a moment so he could hold himself up against the ropes. As he felt the ring tremble under Three's stomping feet, Salem opened his eyes just soon enough to see Three's massive boot clock him in the face, making the world go dark as his body went limp over the turnbuckle and onto the stadium floor, below.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 9:14 pm
Three's kick landed with such force that it sent Salem over the top ropes. Three's own leg carried him half way over the ropes and he had to pull himself back into the ring to continue. Three looked down and cheered with the fans at the sight of Salem sprawled out on the floor below.
He took a moment and threw up his taunt to rouse the crowd before he started climbing the ropes to stand on the turnbuckle. Then without any preamble he leaped off the turnbuckle aiming to come crashing down on Salem with a splash.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 9:24 pm
For a moment, Salem's world was dark and numb as he laid broken on the ground. However, the raucous reaction from the fans slowly brought him back to life. His red, puffy eyes opened, and static images became sharp - like wiping away the snow from a television signal. His head throbbed, but the head shot left him rather numb to the rest of the pain he'd felt, allowing him to get up to his feet as Three taunted him from above.
Looking to deal out a little retribution, Salem took advantage of the opportunity by catching Three in mid-air, looking to carry the momentum of his would-be splash into some Instant Karma - a Slingshot DDT onto the arena floor.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 10:30 pm
It took only a matter of moments for everything to from great to not so much. Salem was going to be flattened, Three knew it! He saw his target laying there and then; blackness. Salem's crazed DDT connected and Three hit the floor. He lay there completely out of his head in shock.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 10:44 pm
The only thing more intense than the adrenaline coursing through Salem's veins was the reaction from the crowd as he'd turned the tides with his high-impact DDT, leaving Three motionless on the ground outside the corner. Staggering over to a nearby fold-out chair, Salem shook the last traces of dog from his vision and grasped the weapon with twisted intent.
Returning to Three, Salem would collar his fallen opponent with the instrument before running up the steel stairs - looking to guillotine Three's throat and head with a leg drop onto the steel chair.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 1:03 am
Three was still dazed when Salem collared him with the chair, but he started coming back as Salem climbed the stairs. He didn't realize what was happening though, not until it was too late. He saw Salem above him and then, an explosion of pain as the leg drop connected. The impact broke the legging of the chair, and as Three flopped over to his stomach. He lay there motionless for a moment before he started to shake and convulse.
The crowd gradually quieted to a hush, and a maniacal laughter permeated the arena. Then Three stirred, and he pushed himself up; and he wasn't convulsing!
He was laughing!
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