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 Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 3:49 am
Salem felt the satisfying snap of the chair - or perhaps Three's neck, if he were lucky - as his leg came crashing down onto him. The crowd was on their feet at the sound of the impact, those fortunate enough to be sitting nearby shouting in disbelief. However, Three's twitching had caught the attention of the audience, going silent in fear of his injury.
Salem showed no such concern, however...in fact, he seemed to be waiting for Three, watching as he shook himself back to his feet in a fit of laughter, bringing a laugh out of Salem as well. Here stood a man who'd been out of action for a while now, punting heads off and having his own snapped at the stem - yet, he enjoyed the brutality, welcomed it. Finally, Salem had found the opponent he had needed to take himself over the limit. This laugh became two, then three, and just a couple moments later Salem would be sharing in the private joke that Three was enjoying, nodding to the veteran champ.
This would be fun.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 9:10 am
Salem's shared mirth would be his downfall in this situation. Joining in with Three rather than pressing his advantage, gave the demon of the ring all the time he needed to recover. Three lashed out suddenly and violently; he closed the short distance between himself and Salem; and unloaded with a combo of strikes. He'd swing with a powerful left hook, then with a right to follow up, and should both of those connect he'd finish with an uppercut to Salem's gut, just below the rib cage.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 4:57 pm
While Salem's moment of laughter had allowed Three more time to recuperate, the same was true for Salem, who's legs and senses felt better than they had since the match started. Three was making it quite clear that he was a glutton for punishment, and it'd take more than a few quick-thought maneuvers to bring the beast down, but Salem was systematic and methodical, and quietly reveled in the opportunity to slay such a giant in the industry as the Asylum Champion, Three.
As Three charged forward, Salem took advantage of the edge he held in the speed and agility department, a boon for losing ground in strength and toughness to the champion. Ducking to the side, Salem would use his legs to try and sweep the rushing bull with a Drop Toe Hold, locking him up by his advancing ankle to hopefully redirect his forward momentum for a nosedive right into the steel steps that had been at Salem's back.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 10:29 pm
Three's advance was cut short when Salem slipped off to the side. Three, however, was quicker than he looks; much faster at least than most men his size. Even that wouldn't be enough to help him here, Salem was able to slip his legs in to trip Three up, and sent him crashing into the steps before him. Three bounced off the steel with a metallic thud before he rolled off to the other side of the stairs.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 6:50 am
(2-day autohit)
Three rolled off to the side after hitting the stairs. He managed to catch himself on the stairs; so while it looked like a nasty spill, it did minimal damage. The demon of the ring rose quickly to his feet, and hopped onto the stairs; only to leap right at Salem with an elbow blow to his head.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 11:02 am
Salem's legs had successfully driven Three into the stairs, and the dull thump of bone on steel was a satisfying sound to Salem's ears. The crowd popped, his eyes went wide as he stood up, adrenaline bulging out his veins and nostrils. However, though he appeared lucid, Salem was still 'waking up' in a manner of speaking...
The bitter taste of iron reached his lips - only now realizing that the previous punt to his skull had busted the inside of his mouth, even going so far as loosening one of his molars. Drawing a finger away from his bloody gums, he wiped the blood off on his pants as he turned to see Three, already on his feet and preparing for another assault as he hopped onto the steps that had separated them.
Salem didn't have the time to chastise himself for getting distracted once again. He had to get his head in the game - otherwise, the demonic champion might just take it off his shoulders. As Three leaped for his diving elbow, Salem tried to make use of his nimble footwork by snapping his body to the side, looking to deliver a brain-rattling Superkick to the falling monster.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 6:49 pm
Salem's kick hit air, Three's head wasn't where it should have been. The moment Salem started to move to avoid the elbow drop, Three's instincts as an acrobat kicked in, and he tumbled forward into a roll. He came up and turned to face Salem's back. He aimed a stomp for the back of Salem's leg looking to take his stable knee out from under him. Then he would grab Salem in a chinlock and drive a knee into Salem's kidney.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 7:08 pm
Salem's foot fell forward, his heel landing heavily against the steel steps as Three nimbly rolled in evasion. For a bigger guy, Three was proving to be more slippery than Salem had anticipated. No sooner had he looked back did Salem feel his spare leg give out from underneath him, kicked off-balance by Three's vicious stomp to the rear of his knee, causing him to shout in pain. Lifted into the chinlock, he'd wince, flailing his arms as Three's knee sunk forcefully into his kidney, causing him to gasp from the stinging blow.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 7:32 pm
He'd taken the momentum back with that single roll. He aimed another knee at Salem's back before he would try to pull Salem to his feet. Once he got his opponent up, Three would climb to the top of the stairs, never releasing his chinlock. Finally once they were both on the top of the stairs, Three would shift Salem into in inverted facelock allowing him to drop off the stairs, trying to hit Salem with a backbreaker, but substituting the highest stair for his knee.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 9:41 am
Salem was momentarily crippled from the furious knees he'd previously suffered, already leaving prominent whelps on his back. Dragged along the stairs, Salem simply tried to survive and wait for an opportunity to seize the advantage. Lifted off his feet, however, Salem gasped in wide-eyed surprise at the thousands in attendance before his body sailed down, spine snapping like celery over the unforgiving set of steel steps. What spewed from Salem's mouth following the sick back breaker was a gut-wrenching howl, crowd on their feet as he tumbled down the steel steps in agony.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 4:55 am
After Three had dropped his opponent on the stairs he stood over Salem's body and aimed a boot for Salem's back. Then as the crowd was cheering him on, he stepped over Salem and bent down to yank the stairs away. Three would try to pick Salem up and drive his back into the ringpost. He'd keep one hand pressed firmly to Salem's sternum to hold him in place, while his other arm wound up like a fast pitch softball player; then all at once his weight would shift and he'd twist bringing his arm up in a Blackout uppercut designed to tear Salem's head off.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 3:49 am
Salem could only struggle to remain conscious as the savage known only as Three proceeded to baptize him in steel and pain. Across the stairs and into the ring post, Salem barely lucid state was on display for all to see on the titantron, giving the fans a nice close-up of Three's fist colliding into the bone of Salem's jaw.
Eyes rolling into the back of his head, Salem appeared to have been knocked cold, the "Blackout" Uppercut earning its name as Salem's body went limp against Three's hand.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 10:37 am
Three held Salem up for a moment after he went limp, then shrugging, he released Salem. Three strolled over to the apron and bent down climbing under he ring for a moment to collect something, BIG. With one heave The Number Three yanked out a bed of nails. The needle sharp tips gleamed in the arena lighting. He slung the bed, a 3' x 5' wooden frame with hundreds of industrial nails spaced at 1/4" apart. The whole board was black save for two burning red eyes painted in the middle.
After Three laid the bed out, he turned his attention back to Salem as he went to rouse his fallen opponent. He pulled a bottle of his Demonspit vodka from his pants, and upended the contents over Salem's unconscious face.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 4:25 pm
Salem's next few moments went by in what felt like an instant, the energetic upstart momentarily silenced by the devastating assault that the returning champion had been unleashing upon him. If anything, being unconscious was a blessing in disguise - a momentary reprieve from the pain that wrenched at every nerve in Salem's body.
However, that world went up in flames as the curtains of black behind Salem's eyes were incinerated by white hot light that seemed to boil his eyes in their sockets. Clutching his eyes in dreadful agony, Salem flailed like a fish out of water against the cold arena floor, oblivious to what waited for him.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 4:35 pm
The Number Three was right where he wanted to be. After dousing Salem with most of the scorching alcohol, he took a long gulp and emptied out the rest of the bottle.
In that moment he reached a conclusion that would effect his carreer for the foreseeable future; but it would have to wait. Tossing the empty bottle aside, Three bent down to try and pull Salem up to his feet.
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