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 Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 7:28 pm
Phoenix quickly found it a waste to struggle against Landry, discovering herself being forcefully backed into a corner. She did her best to writhe her way out of Landry's grasp but he had made to where every effort she made was futile. Phoenixfire let a few curses slip before she finally admitted defeat. There was no use struggling against someone who could easily overpower her, even if he'd promised he wouldn't bring her harm.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 8:20 pm
Brantley's kick had hit Chrono in the fun bags, except it had no effect. Chrono was smart enough to come to this match wearing a cup. After all the encounters he'd been in against Landry who loved busting people in the nuts, it was only natural to wear one this time.
Chrono shook his head and smirked as he attempted a haymaker to the face of Brantley
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 9:16 pm
Brantley was sent to the ground with the last shot and he sat in the corner. His face looked blank and as if he had been knocked into a mental disorder. At this point, he was just hoping Chrono would notice Landry and Phoenixfire.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 9:27 am
Landry held her still, making sure she was looking him in the eye.
"Just...step aside...I don't want to hurt you, and I don't want any of those other animals hurting you. Just stay...out...of the way..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 10:44 am
Phoenix found herself face to face with a man she nearly loathed, forced to make eye contact by the proximity between the two of them. There was no choice but to accept the ultimatum in that moment was given, believing firmly that she would be harmed should she be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Phoenixfire briskly nodded before she dared speak, making her response quick under fear of retribution at the hands of her husband if he noticed.
"Alright, just let me go and I'll be out of your way; I promise!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 11:56 am
That was a little too easy for Landry's taste, but he didn't have the time to dwell on it. Landry let go of Athena and turned his attention to the two other men in the match. With Chrono having his back to Landry and focused on Summers, he would try and rush in for a clubbing forarm to the back of Chrono's head.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 12:34 am
Chrono had turned around after he heard Landry and PF speak. Brantley was all ready temporarily taken down, as Landry went for a clubbing blow, Chrono attempted a big boot to Landry.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 8:11 am
Which meant that Mike just ate one big rubber boot and went down hard.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 8:17 am
Chrono pointed to the sky and then looked down at Landry as he attempted to pick him up and go for a suplex, if successful he'd attempt it two more times seemingly as a tribute to Eddie Gurrerro.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 9:05 am
Mike was hoisted up and slammed down for Suplex number one. Then he was picked up and once again splatted for Suplex number two. When Landry was lifted up one more time for the trifecta, he tried to pop his hips and use his momentum to slide out of the suplex and behind Chrono, where he'd try and grab him around the waist and execute a German Suplex...keeping the hands clasped if successful...
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 4:01 pm
While Landry and Chrono were having a Suplex-fest and technical wrestling and stuck focused on each other, Brantley would regain the strength to pull himself up. He'd try to sneak away from Landry and Chrono, and run at Phoenixfire attempt a strong right hand to the face.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 5:09 pm
Phoenix had quickly moved herself out of the path of her husband and her son's father, having known it would not be long before they came to blows. She wouldn't dare interfere in her husband's affairs and thought her choice a wise one until she found her face connecting quite suddenly with Summer's right hand. The shock of the hit elicited a sharp yelp as the flesh of her cheek recoiled from the force of the blow. Phoenix cupped her hands around the left side of her face as she looked at Summers with wonder. She shouldn't have been surprised; Phoenix was being pitted against three men in this match but the move was so vile that it left her awestruck. She scrunched her face up in disgust the moment she regained her bearings and wasted no time in aiming her foot directly at Brantley's groin.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 5:17 pm
Brantley felt the grinding toe of one Phoenixfire meet the jewels he worked so hard for the women to love. A single manly tear shed from his left eye as he fell to his knees. He moaned and groaned and fell to his face, his hands on the ever so huge, probably swollen testicles. Brantley was given blue balls by the move and he stayed in the position of his head on the mat and butt in the air.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 5:33 pm
Phoenix's face lit up with unabashed pride as her foot successfully connected with Summers' groin, leaving him to crash to the mat face first and clutching his jewels in obvious pain. She had not intended to take such measures until Summers struck her, which was such a vile act that no self-respecting lady would leave unpunished. If she was going to hold level ground with the males in this match, Phoenix was going to have to play like one and that meant having no shame about how she fought. Phoenixfire inhaled deeply and retreated a couple steps before seizing the opportunity that Summers presented her by lying on the mat in such a prone state, aiming for a punt kick to Summers' skull.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 5:58 pm
Brantley was punted into oblivion and he laid out there in the cages as if he were out cold. His eyes were blank and it seemed as if he wouldn't be able to continue the match, he would of course, but the expression that was stuck on his face said otherwise. The imprint of Phoenixfire's boot lined the side of Brantley's face.
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