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 Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 9:15 pm
Jarel had jumped with Nuke to drive the slam home, and in doing so, jarred his bum leg again as well. still, he crawls back over to Nuke and this time hooks both legs as he attempts to finally end the war of the night
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 9:20 pm
Nuke was on his back, not moving at all, as Jarel hooked his legs for the pin. Every fan in the arena was standing, calling out each count as the ref slapped the mat.
One!
Nuke's eyes stirred, his chest moving deeper and the breath from his nose a little heavier.
Two!
Slowly opening his eyes, the God stirred his arm a little .. could it be .. he knew what was going on, the crowd held their breath as Nuke turned his body in an attempt to kick out!
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THREE!
The crowd went absolutely ballistic as the ref jumped up and called for the bell. The war was won, and Nuke had no more fight to give. That last attempt at a kick-out was the very last of his energy, as he laid flat out on the mat once more.
The doctor slid in to the ring to check on the men and Nuke groaned about his back, as the company doctor called for medics and stretchers.
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 10:00 pm
Oh wah ah ah ah!
Jarel's music hits the PA as the Dragon rolls off the pin, thoroughly exhausted himself. All around him, the fans are cheering and applauding.
"Here is your winner, Jarel Damone!"
Jarel lays on the mat, breathing slowly as he looks up at the lights, taking it in. He'd emerged victorious, as he'd promised, after a much more grueling match than he'd expected. As the doctor hangs around him, asking him if he's ok, he decides that he will not leave the arena with any aid. He is the winner, and he will walk out on his own two feet.
Reaching down deep, the Dragon sits up once more, startling the doctor. Rolling to the side, he pushes himself up on an unsteady leg, stumbling forward to the ropes. still, he tosses his sweat drenched hair back out of his face and looks at Nuke. The Nuclear God is being loaded onto a stretcher and Jarel watches this all with a look of complete satisfaction on his face.
with the ring finally clear, Jarel walks over and finally strikes his pose, raising his fist and standing tall in the ring. Flames burst from the turnbuckles as the fans continue to cheer. He stepped out of the ring, still limping but his head held high. He was leaving Wrestlemania as the victor. As he walked up the ramp, he smiled that strange rare smile he owned. Upon reaching the stage, by which time his music has had to replay, he stops and looks back out at the crowd. He nods, acknowledging the still cheering fans, before turning back and limping backstage
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