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 Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 8:56 am
The heretic is always better dead... ((No big deal. I'm sure you were busy, so I wont hold it against you razz ))
With the clothesline connecting, Joey decided to go for a well-known combination move. As Havok doubled over, Joey went for a running, one-handed (British) bulldog. ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 6:08 pm
*Havok was still thinking about the pain in his stomach region when he felt his face get driven into the floor. He let out a small scream as he rolled out of the ring holding his head.*
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 9:11 am
The heretic is always better dead... Joey saw Havok roll out of the ring. With his adrenaline still rushing through his veins from his momentum, he ran towards him to attempt a high-flying suicid dive over the top rope! ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 12:40 pm
*Havok turned and saw Joey about to fly over the top rope. Havok quickly moved against the apron as Joey flew over him, so he would dodge the move.*
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 12:48 pm
The heretic is always better dead... Joey twisted onto his back as he saw Havok move out of the way. He landed hard on his spine. No breaks, but the pain was still there. His muscles retracted as he lay there in pain. He knew it would be hard to ignore the pain, but he'd have to try. ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 2:02 pm
*Havok gazed over his shoulder to see where Joey had landed. He turned around and tried to land some stomps on Joey, then pick him up and try to spulex him stomach first onto the guard rail.*
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 12:15 pm
The heretic is always better dead... The stomps connected, each one driving Joey into the floor. In his somewhat weakened state, he couldn't put up enough resistance to reverse the suplex onto the guard rail! He stayed on the rail, balancing on his stomach. ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 8:13 am
The heretic is always better dead... ((2 Days Continue))
Joey slid off the guard rail, balancing carefully on his feat as he fell off it. He turned to Havok, and would attempt a chop to the chest. It was a simple move, but it would give him a little extra time to recover while hurting the opponent. ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 9:40 am
((s**t! I thought a posted a response already! gonk ))
*Havok got chopped in the chest. He held his chest for a moment before attempting a chop of his own.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 8:14 am
The heretic is always better dead... Joey was catching his breath as the chop was delivered. The skin on his torso was scraped off, like a cheese-grater had just been used! He backed away slightly, then would use the barricade behind him to launch forward, aiming a hard clothesline straight at Havok's head! ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 7:17 pm
*Havok was leaning forward after landing the back chop, seeing Joey back up. Havok was about to step forward when Joey rushed him with a hard clothesline, knocking him hard to the ground.*
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2008 8:13 am
The heretic is always better dead... Joey's clothesline connected, and he took a short, pain-free tumble to the ground following it. He stood almost instantly, rolling quickly to his knees and feet. He re-entered the ring, catching his breath. He looked at Havok on the outdside, and raised his arm while telling the ref to count... ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2008 8:06 pm
*Havok got up and rolled into the ring as the referee's count reached 7. He wasted no time, trying to get up.*
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 9:05 am
The heretic is always better dead... Joey watched as Havok rolled into the ring. He was going to argue with the ref about how slow his count was, but seeing as how he was against the champion, he decided against it.
Measuring his shot carefully as he leaned slightly forward, he would try for a concussive boot to the head as Havok tried to stand! ... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 1:13 pm
*Havok was slightly disoriented, but he still had enough sense to get his hands up and block his head as the boot came towards his head. He got up and fell into the corner.*
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