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 Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 9:30 pm
"The following contest is a Kennel Match, and is for the BBW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! In this contest, the competitors will be collared to each other by the neck with a 15 foot steel chain, and a steel cage has been placed around the ring. The only way to win this contest is via pinfall or submission! Introducing first..."  Weather: Humid, clear skies.
Wind: 3 mph.
Temperature: 95 degrees Fahrenheit.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2014 8:18 am
The sunset could have been beautiful had it not been blocked by a death trap that was the steel cage surrounding the ring. It wasn't so much that a cage was even the issue; two very violent men were going to lock themselves in, bound themselves together with a thick chain, and there was guaranteed to be a horrendous mix of blood, sweat, and sand all across Miami beach once this was over. Kennel match? This was a deathmatch, where the winner not only got to proclaim themselves world champion, but they won the opportunity to walk away from this bloodbath under their own power. Fans had voiced their concerns about how brutal it could be, and how they had never witnessed a match like this before. Most notably, they were concerned for the challenger. Blackjack was a lethal weapon, a man who's thirst for carnage and chaos was seemingly never quenched. AJ was aging like fine wine, but it had been a half-dozen years since he fought in such a dangerous contest. The fans had faith in the Shooter to win. However, they knew he would have to resort to violence unfamiliar with wrestling that Blackjack was notorious for.
So there the hero stood, behind the curtain with trembling fingers and a thorn in his side that was minutes away from being removed. AJ had won big against the elusive Cyrus Everblaze, he was in his first one-on-one world title match since 2007, and he was about to get his hands red with Blackjack's blood. He had been so anxious for this opportunity that now that the day was finally here, the goosebumps he had were contagious, spread throughout the crowd, and the tension in the air it had created was visible for all audiences. The familiar guitar riffs set in, and instantaneously the crowd rejoiced, having their enthusiasm seemingly heard from the other side of the Atlantic. The audience kept their eyes glued to the curtain, ready to encourage and embrace their reborn Bad Chyld, AJ Warner. They even sang along with the familiar introduction to his theme song.
RED EYES AND TEARS, NO MORE FOR YOU MY LOVE I FEAR.
RED EYES AND TEARS, NO MORE FOR YOU MY LOVE I FEAR.
NO MORE FEAR, NO MORE FEAR, I'M IN LOVE! Emerging through the make shift curtain was a man who had been seven years starved, but roaring louder than his stomach were AJ's incredibly vocal fans. They were almost as ready as he was to see Blackjack get the a**-whooping of a lifetime that only Warner could dish. Standing at the top of the sandy ramp was a determined warrior in his twilight years, trying to prove that not only could he still go, but that he could be more of a hero than anyone ever gave him credit for. All of his goals ranged from personal redemption to desperation, but they all could be solved with one thing: victory. His fingers still shaking, the Shooter kept his eyes locked on the cage. It would be his first time interacting with the psychopathic Blackjack, and if all went according to plan, his last. The scent of gold lured him in, and the sight of the man who held it had disgusted Warner so much that he was willing to beg Matt Shanahan on national television for a chance to change things. It's surreal what you can accomplish when you swallow your pride. AJ began his march down the aisle, the cold blooded gaze in his eyes never leaving his facial expression. Fans patted him on the back and gave encouraging words to Warner. At this point in his life, it wasn't AJ against the world; in fact, it had seemed everyone and their brother had come out to represent the veteran. This was a victory in itself.
I'm losing sensation for you, my love I fear
I'm losing sensation for you, my love I fear
No more fear, no more fear, I'm in love. "... the challenger! Fighting out of Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at two hundred thirty-four pounds, the Suplex Shooter, A-JAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY WARRRRRNERR!"I'm in love.... love.... I'm in love.
I'm losing the reasons to breathe, I never lived.
I'm losing the reasons to breathe, I never lived.
Never lived, never lived, I'm in love.
These are my reasons the truth is never filled.
These are my reasons the truth is never filled.
Never filled, never filled, I'm in love.Warner stopped at the the foot of the ramp and observed the structure, measuring and scaling the prison he would lock himself in shortly. Throw in a dogcollar with fifteen feet of chain links that kept AJ and the dangerous champion close together, and it made prison look like study hall. He wasn't going to think about it anymore; the Shooter was moments away from teaching Blackjack how to really eat a suplex over.... and over... and over... and over again. He was going to bring prestige back to BBW and the only good between AJ and victory as far as he was concerned? Time. Warner turned to his right and entered through the cage door, walking to one of the walls and shaking it violently. Angrily. Anxiously. He turned on a dime and grabbed the dog collar off the mat, yelling explicitives towards the entrance ramp. The music died down but the crowds excitement mirrored Warner's. Time to put the kids to bed, there was about to be a bloody mess made from a war in Miami.F.UCK HIM UP, AJ, F.UCK HIM UP *clap clap*
F.UCK HIM UP, AJ, F.UCK HIM UP *clap clap*
F.UCK HIM UP, AJ, F.UCK HIM UP *clap clap*
F.UCK HIM UP, AJ, F.UCK HIM UP *clap clap*
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 6:33 pm
 The summer heat was starting to fade now that the sun had finally set, still Miami's infamous humidity was stifling. The crowd was in uproar after AJ's entrance. After Blackjack's highly public trial, and the more than questionable acquittal, BBW fans worldwide were hopeful to watch a violently bloody match in which their newest hero AJ would emerge victorious over the dastardly villain. The match was poised to begin. Then just as the audience reached it's peak a child's voice began to sing a disturbing lullaby. The song sucked the anticipation from the audience and left the mass of bodies nearly silent. Just as the girl finished her morbid song, Blackjack's ghastly theme filled the disturbed silence.
The BBW World Champion stepped through the curtain and onto the stage. He was followed by a lone topless hooker, her name didn't really matter, she was as interchangeable as a pair of socks. Still she was strikingly beautiful, with a pair of tits that even the HBO audience at home wasn't used to seeing thrown about on the premium channel. She followed close behind Blackjack, ever ready to serve her John for the night. Following her was Blackjack's protege, Andrew Styles. The audience wasn't thrilled to see him either, despite his phenomenal performances earlier that same night. Andrew came last only because he was wheeling out a stretcher onto the stage. A black bodybag had been laid out over the stretcher.
Blackjack as usual was dressed to the nines, his crisp black suit was buttoned, hiding the golden championship belt around his waist. Blackjack pulled his bowler hat off and tossed it into the wind like a frisbee. Then he lifted his arms allowing the hooker to unbutton his jacket and pull it free, she moved on to his black tie, and even pulled off his white linen shirt. Now wearing only his pants and title, Blackjack walked slowly towards the caged ring. Andrew pushed the stretched behind him.
The macabre procession neared the cage at a funeral march's pace. Blackjack's mismatched eyes were locked on his victim's in the ring. He strolled forward with a purpose. AJ had returned from whatever dark hole he'd been hiding in to call Blackjack out. That was fine with the hardcore connoisseur, Blackjack had maneuvered the pieces perfectly and earned himself a Championship title; and even managed to slip through the fingers of the American criminal justice system. Blackjack was free, and now it was time to prove to the world exactly just how dangerous he was. After tonight, no one would be eager to challenge his title reign.
Blackjack alone climbed the stairs and stepped through the door to the cage. He allowed the official to remove the belt from his waist to show it to AJ, this being a title match there were formalities to follow. Once the official had displayed the belt, he moved to the center of the ring to hold it up for the audience, and cameras, to view. Meanwhile Blackjack knelt down and picked up his end of the 15' chain. His gaze was locked on AJ, refusing to let his disturbing stare falter. The official handed the belt off and locked the cage door while Blackjack locked the collar around his throat.
It was time for the match to begin, all that was left was for the timekeeper to ring the bell.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 7:28 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 9:41 pm
 Blackjack was a less than talented wrestler. Even after months of wrestling and training, his technique was sloppy. So when AJ charged him the moment the bell rang, Blackjack charged as well, except that Blackjack was caught and taken down by the Lou Thez Press. Blackjack found himself under AJ, with the challenger reigning fists down at his face. As a wrestler, Blackjack was lackluster, but as a fighter Blackjack was a deadly weapon; and a highly skilled one. Fighters instincts took over and he covered his head up quickly, preventing AJ from making any solid strikes.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 10:00 pm
One thing Warner needed to establish early on was the fact that he was willing to go to extreme lengths to dethrone the newest danger to him. As fans cheered on the assault, AJ went to wrap his right fists with chain and strike the area of Blackjack's head whether it was covered or not. He knew those chain links would need to be exploited and used as a weapon; he could not let Blackjack feel safe in his own habitat or else AJ would find himself feeling stripped of his pride at the end of this contest.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 10:23 pm
It was a good idea for AJ to try and wrap the chain around his fist, the added steel links would increase his impacts considerably. However the moment his strikes lightened up so that he could wrap the chain around his fist, Blackjack struck. He wasn't aiming for anything too destructive; Blackjack simply threw as much force up into AJ's diaphragm as possible hoping it was enough to knock the wind out of his opponent and force him off of Blackjack.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 10:31 pm
It was one of those things you simply could never prepare for; a shot to the solar plexus would put a man of any caliber in a hunched over position, gasping for their next breath. Blackjack was not only a fighter, he was smart. Though that area of the body was relatively known by the general public to be an area of weakness, the fact that the champion had exploited that tactic early meant one of two things: desperation, or intelligence behind the madness that was the BBW World Champion. AJ rolled off of his opponent and clenched his gut. He never wanted to stop pounding his fists into Blackjack's face, and the first strike that connected could be perfectly compared to the first line of coke he ever tried: nothing compared to the euphoria surrounding the first time. However, here lay AJ Warner, looking for some wind to put in his lungs with his back on the mat, eager to put Blackjack in his place but unable to for the time being.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 10:43 pm
Blackjack rolled away, pulling himself up quickly with the aid of the ropes. He would turn back towards AJ to find him recovering his breath next to where Blackjack had been taken down. Blackjack quickly swung his arm around, wrapping the chain around his forearm a couple times. Then he started to circle around AJ, watching his opponent recover. Blackjack would wait until it seemed like AJ was starting to get up; at that point he would leap forward and try to bring the chain wrapped forearm down across AJ's back.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 10:51 pm
Once he was on all fours, it was impossible for Warner to ignore the sight of Blackjack's feet standing flat on the mat. Another thing AJ didn't want to let Blackjack do was get free shots in, but there was nothing the Shooter could do to prevent a heavy metal forearm crashing down on his recently surgically-repaired back. AJ dropped back to the mat like a sack of potatoes chest-first. His back arched from the unreal impact of the blow, his eyes were tightly shut, and teeth clenched from the chain-linked collar clubbing his spine. It wasn't as if AJ forgot to do his homework, it was that for the time being, Blackjack's offense was inescapable.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 11:02 pm
Blackjack's usual sadistic mindset was put in overdrive tonight. Perhaps it was the adrenaline from being in his first title defense, maybe it was the high he felt at having escaped criminal prosecution, or it could be the lines of coke he'd ingested prior to the match. Whatever the reason, Blackjack felt a savage need to hurt his veteran opponent. He grabbed several feet of chain in one hand and wielded it like a whip, then Blackjack swung the chain at AJ's back like he was swinging an ax down to split a stubborn log in half.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 11:30 pm
No sound of a whip being cracked needed to be made to help the audience understand the torment that came with being struck by a chain across the back. In the same spot the forearm connected, too? AJ Warner found himself in physical torture. He didn't second guess signing up for this match or coming back early from surgery; however, it did seem that his back being repaired was a bit meaningless if this was how the match would go. AJ's torso hit the mat with a thud, and the aging veteran cried out in pain from the abuse of weaponry Blackjack was responsible for. It was almost like he forgot they were in a cage since the chain was serving as it's own Hell.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 11:45 pm
The chain may not have made a whip-crack when Blackjack swung it, but there was an audible thunk of loose steel hitting flesh that was a very appealing consolation prize. After he unloaded multiple sickening strikes with the chain, Blackjack would release it from his grip, allowing it to fall from around his arm. Blackjack moved to his corner and used the chain to pull AJ's limp form over to his corner. Trying to set AJ up for what he had planned next.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 11:49 pm
The welts were already forming across the back of the beloved Bad Chyld. He tried to crawl to keep up with the chain that drug him towards Blackjack's corner. Shortly thereafter, an already battered AJ would try to push himself up to his feet while anticipating the brawler's next move in store. They both were aware Blackjack wasn't a gifted wrestler, and if given the opportunity, Warner would have to exploit that fact soon before things got completely out of hand.
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2014 12:12 am
AJ started getting back to his feet in the corner, and Blackjack let him. But only so far. Before AJ could get all the way back to his feet, Blackjack would aim a hard heel kick at AJ's back, trying to drive him into the middle turnbuckle. If that worked Blackjack would plant his foot against AJ's shoulders and pull on the chain to choke AJ with his own collar.
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