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(Sorry. Been working 13-hr. days, 7 days a week. Hard to find time to catch up on this stuff. I'll try to be more active, but quote me if you don't care to. It'd be easier for me to see it that way.)

Salem shook his head, struggling to fight off the haze that his mind had been clouded with from the pressuring hold of the headlock. He'd been caught up in his own bravado, a folly that had since been humbled as Jacob had swiftly taken the offense to Salem. The knee Jacob had driven into his face left Salem reeling in a foggy daze, helpless as he started to lay the pain on thick. However, if Salem was good at anything, it was finding good in a bad situation - opportunity. And opportunity came knocking as Jacob stood up, looking to charge forward and jump, hoping to plant Salem's face into the punishing canvas. Rather, Salem's arms would wrap securely around Justin's waist, and using his considerable lifting power, would attempt to lift Justin up and back as he leaped for the Bulldog, hoping to reverse the attack with a stunning German Suplex.

(I'm sorry, man - I edited that for you.)

Salem let out a sigh of relief as he felt his opponent folded over like an omelette against the cruel canvas that had been pulled taught across the ring. The tremor from the impact sent chills through Salem's spine, causing him to shoot up to his feet in a surge of energy. Adrenaline ran through his veins as the crowd popped for his reversal, one that the wide-eyed Salem would look to capitalize upon as he let out a roar smacking his chest like a wild savage. Leaping from a flat-footed position, Salem would arch his back and bend in mid-air, flipping backward to the awe of the audience. As his moonsault was coming full circle, Salem would extend his arm, bending the elbow into a firm bludgeon, one he would look to stab through Jacob's heart with a Moonsault Elbow Drop.