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 Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 6:19 pm
Jarel now climbs the ladder on the same side as the table, reaching the top and looking down at Nuke. He glances at the crowd and makes the cutthroat gesture, then goes for a diving legdrop from the top of the ladder
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 6:23 pm
The crowd are cheering as Jarel makes his way up the ladder. As he looks down at Nuke, the man in black and green groggily rolls over on to his back. The bright lights above them shine down, as camera flashes shoot off all around the arena.
Jarel jumps .. and his Leg Drop hits Nuke hard! The table buckles from the pure impact, wood flying everywhere as part of the table actually snapped and broke off.
A "Holy s**t!" chant went ringing out around the arena, as Nuke was left under a pile of broken wood and wires.
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 6:30 pm
Jarel has taken a lot of risks in this match, and thankfully this one has paid off as well. however, this leaves both men down on the outside, prompting the referee to come out and check on them instead of continuing his count
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 6:36 pm
The ref checked on Jarel, but had to move a lot of wood to check on Nuke. After taking a large piece of snapped wood off the top of him, a cameraman was lucky enough to get in close and the titantron showed a gash on his left peck and down the side of his arm.
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 6:37 pm
Jarel is down but able to respond to the referee's inquiry, and even rolls towards the ladder to use it to stand again
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 6:40 pm
There was no movement from Nuke as the medic came over the check on him. Realising that the gash was quite deep where the wood had splintered, he quickly reacted and pulled out a large roll of medical cloth from his bag. Attempting to move Nuke around, he was at least able to wrap it around his torso, covering the wound on his peck.
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 6:44 pm
Jarel comes to a bit, and he isn't done yet. No, Nuke won't get off that easy. No ref stoppage today. He reaches down and tosses the medic away from Nuke, then clocks another one with a right hand. This is his night to destroy. Nuke will just have to deal with bleeding the same as he is.
The Dragon reaches down and goes to pull Nuke up, then carry him on his shoulders to walk up the ring steps and onto the apron to dump him into the ring
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 6:47 pm
There was no fight from Nuke, no kicks or elbow strikes. Nothing. He was picked up on to the shoulders of the larger man and carried towards the ring, where he was thrown in to the ring, rolling in to the center.
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 6:49 pm
Jarel steps back into the ring again and drops down to kneel next to Nuke. Why? Because he wants to inflict more pain, and attempts to throw several right hands at his head while he's down
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 6:58 pm
Nuke limply attempted to get his fists up to block some of the incoming strikes, but wasn't fully able to as a lot of the blows connected hard against his head. A trickle of blood started to run down his forehead as a particularly nasty shot bust him open beneath his hair.
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 7:00 pm
Jarel rises above the Nuclear god, looking coldly down at his foe. He quickly attempts to kick him sharply in the side of the head
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 7:01 pm
The incoming kick took Nuke down completely, as he lifelessly dropped against the mat once more, his arms out by his sides.
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 7:03 pm
Jarel nudges Nuke with his foot.
"Get up!"
he nudges him again. He stands, waiting for signs of life from his foe. Why? Because he wants him standing before he knocks him down again
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 7:05 pm
The crowd had gone a little bit more quiet now, seeing Jarel in full control after a period where Nuke had busted him open then nearly choked him out.
Fusion rolled towards the ropes, gripping the bottom one tight in in his palms, his mouth open and breathing in heavily. Clawing at the boundaries of the squared circle, he forced himself to his feet, facing away from Jarel before turning to face him.
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 7:08 pm
and as he rises Jarel attempts to clock Nuke with a right hook to the jaw
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