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 Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 8:20 pm
Nuke heard a shout from the crowd, along the lines of "Nuke's a b*****d!" and it made him chuckle to himself. Getting under people's skin was his pleasure in this business, and as Jarel found himself temporarily blind, he was quick on the offensive again.
Knowing that his back wasn't quite up to lifting Jarel, Nuke attempts a kick to his gut. He kept balance to stop from falling through the table on the outside as he held the top rope.
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 8:22 pm
Jarel is still blinded, and unable to stop a kick to the gut that doubles him over. Still, one hand remains clutching the top rope, the main reason he's still vertical
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 8:23 pm
Nuke looks at Jarel's hand gripping the top rope. He then looked down at the table to the side of them. The cogs in his head turned.
Aiming a downwards elbow to the balanced hand of Jarel, Nuke would then attempt to take the doubled-over man and hit a Deific Effect off the apron and through a table!
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 8:26 pm
Jarel's vision begins to clear, but unfortunately, it's as his grip on the top rope is weakened by an elbow. unfortunately, a few seconds later he's flying off the apron and crashing through a table courtesy of a Deific effect. Once again, the flashbulbs fill the arena as the two men go hurtling through the table in what may be the most dangerous maneuver yet in this match
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 8:30 pm
The crowd went completely silent as the table crashed and splintered.. followed by a massive roar, a chant of "Holy s**t!" clearly ringing out through the arena and being broadcast at a loud volume to those watching on Pay-Per-View.
Two carcasses were laid out on the mats outside, neither of them moving at first. Nuke stirred a little, but his back had landed hard on the mats and he had just moved his arm back to support it.
The doctor ran over to check on the men, first to Jarel who had taken the move.
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 8:33 pm
Jarel, for the moment, is unmoving. His back and neck had taken the brunt of the damage, and his leg was already pretty busted. if he could think right now, he'd be wondering if he'd be having surgery soon. as it stands, the Dragon is rather out of it as he attempts to cope with the massive amount of pain wracking his body
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 8:39 pm
The ref's count was now at 4, although near inaudible against the mass cheers from the crowd. Nuke had to break the count, he would not win by count out - or even worse.. draw.
Rolling over on to his stomach, he attempted to push himself on to his knees as fans reached down to try and slap him on the back.
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 8:42 pm
so far, Jarel hasn't moved. His eyes are closed but slowly he begins to move in the rubble of the table. it's not much, mostly from his arms as he attempts to push wood to the side. Many of the fans are probably wondering at the destruction they'd seen in a match with no special stipulation but they can't help but applaud the effort the two men were still putting forth in what could really be considering attempted murder, or at least aggrevated assault with a deadly weapon
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 8:45 pm
Nuke looked over at Jarel moving for a moment, but that didn't matter right now. Sliding in to the ring, he breathed deeply as he knew he had to get back to his feet.
It took a whole lot of strain on his back as he did so, groaning and cursing as the pain seared through his spine. He slowly made his way over to a turnbuckle.. wait, what!?
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 8:49 pm
Pushing the larger parts of the wood off of him, Jarel forces himself to sit up. his back is screaming in pain and inside, at least, so is he. But still, he will make his way up, even as the referee's count is now at 7. He must get back to the ring
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 8:51 pm
Nuke has no idea that Jarel had moved, but he needed something big. He climbed the turnbuckle, one rung at a time, making sure to move at pace where his back wouldn't seize up and force him to fall off involuntarily.
Reaching the top of the turnbuckle, he breathed in deeply and looked to where Jarel was last.
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 8:54 pm
The Dragon forces himself to climb up onto the apron and as Nuke reaches the top of the turnbuckle, he goes to jerk the top rope, aiming to make crotch himself on the top turnbuckle
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 9:00 pm
Now where the hell did he-
Holy ********, that hurts.
Nuke would groan in pain if any form of noise would be willing to escape his mouth. The men in the crowd let off an 'ooooh' as if they had felt it as well.
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 9:04 pm
Jarel walks across the apron, limping, but determined. Damn it all, he would defeat nuke this night or kill them both trying. As he reaches the Nuclear God, he would quickly attempt to throw another right hand at the side of his head. He needs the god loopy for what he intends next.
For if he can keep Nuke where he is, Jarel would climb the turnbuckle as well. The cheers of the fans begin in a low rumble as the Dragon would attempt to once more grab Nuke by the throat and pull him up enough for his last finisher. Balancing himself on the top rope by placing one foot on the turnbuckle and one on the rope, he would attempt to lift Nuke up and jump off the top rope with his Dragonslam finishing manuever, his form of a top rope chokeslam
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 9:10 pm
Nuke wouldn't move as he felt the hard blow against his head, but that was down to the fact that the sheer pain emitting through his pelvis wouldn't allow any voluntary movement.
He was lifted, as Jarel forced him to stand. There was clearly not enough room for both men on this turnbuckle, and this would really only go one way or the other. The ref recognised this as he pleaded with the men to get down safely from the corner, but kept his distance from the immediate danger.
The crowd were building up, but Nuke was groggy. He suddenly woke up. He knew exactly where he was and he knew that he could still win this match.
But why was he moving? The arena lights were flying above him. Wait. No. He was being thrown through the air. He couldn't stop it, he didn't have the time to.
Thud.
The crowd went crazy as Nuke hit the mat, that noise emitting loudly through the entire arena. He was out, eyes closed and just breathing lightly through his nose.
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