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 Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 8:13 pm
Jamie jumped in the air and was about to come crashing down on Blackjack's skull when suddenly...He rolled out of the ring. Jamie landed on both of his feet, much to his anger. "You gotta be kiddin' me." Jamie had a habit for talking to himself... (Because, let's face it, who else was going to listen to him?)
He walked over to the ring ropes where Blackjack had rolled out and waited for him to get up. When Blackjack had made it to his feet, Jamie would grab the top rope, jump up and kick his feet over the middle rope and attempt to blast him in the side of the head with his cowboy boots.
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 7:53 am
 Blackjack had no idea how closely he was being watched by his opponent. He rolled over onto his stomach allowing him to push himself up. He was ready to start fighting back now. His fight would be hindered again as Jamie's boots connected with his grip head. The kick sent Blackjack staggering into guard rails. Blackjack's body sagged, leaving him draped over the railing in a daze.
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 8:22 pm
Jamie's cowboy boots slammed straight into the side of Blackjack's face as the smaller man came flying out of the ring. After a slight stumble, Jamie managed to stay on his feet after the attack. He wiped more blood from his face and approached Blackjack. He reached out and went to grab him by the back of the head, grab one arm and in one motion, pull him from the railing and whip him into the steps shoulder first.
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 10:34 pm
Blackjack must have looked like the perfect target to Jamie. A rookie with little experience slumped limply against the guard rail, it was no wonder Jamie couldn't help himself. As he neared Blackjack and grabbed the back of his head, Blackjack came to life with a sudden right hook aimed at Jamie's face. That's right, Blackjack had been playing possum. Sure the kick hurt like hell, but it hadn't been enough to render him unconscious. The brief break he'd had from Jamie's assault had been enough time for Blackjack to gather his wits, and pull his right hand from the pocket it was in complete with a set of brass knuckles on his fingers.
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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 12:31 pm
Out of no where Blackjack's brass knuckles cracked against Jamie's dome, sending him staggering back into the apron. Jamie tried to grab a hold of something, but his feet slipped on the snow and he faceplanted on the ground right outside of the ring.
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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 7:51 pm
"Son of a b***h!" Blackjack shouted as he danced about while Jamie slipped and hit the ground. Blackjack's pain stemmed from the brass knuckles. Because he was playing possum he hadn't been able to really set the weapon, and as such they fit loosely. His hand throbbed and violently shook the knuckles off his fingers. His anguish vanished as he guffawed when he'd seen Jamie's faceplant. "Whose stupid now you ******** monkey!" Blackjack stepped forward and drove his heel violently down at Jamie's kidney!
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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 8:18 pm
Jamie was so out of it, his body couldn't even properly respond. He body just shook from the blow to his kidney like a kid poking a plastic bag full of chowder with his finger.
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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 8:34 pm
Jamie's lack of response when Blackjack kicked him made him wonder if he'd knocked Jamie out cold. He'd poke Jamie's ribs once with his boot, and then he'd try and pull Jamie up once in an attempt to irish whip him into the guard railing.
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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 8:37 pm
The stars and stripes were all that Jamie could see right now as he was peeled from the floor like a cartoon character. With little effort, Jamie's lithe form was flung across the outside hip first into the railing. A few fans nearby began to pat Jamie on the back and head as they each attempted to get their jeers in.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 9:24 am
Blackjack drug his fingers through his hair, forcing it back into it's neat shape. He lowered his hands, clenching and releasing his fists. His fingers were numb from the cold, likely the reason his right hand didn't hurt as much as it should. Blackjack scowled at Jamie as the fans patted and slapped his back. He beat his chest a few times with his left fist, working himself up for what he planned to do next. He backed up to the apron, ran his fingers through his hair again, and charged at Jamie! Blackjack had just three steps to build up momentum before he dived to spear Jamie through the guard rail!
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 6:15 pm
It would appear that while time was not on Jamie's side, luck was, at least for now. His gray and brown vision began to colorize once again as his sight and hearing returned just in time to see Blackjack bolting at him. In one fluid motion, right before before javelin'd through the barricade like a greek sport highlight reel, Jamie grabbed a nearby fans coffee, splashed it in Blackjack's direction and flung his tiny form out of the way.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 9:09 pm
 Blackjack saw simply a blur as he rocketed towards Jamie. He was hit with a wave of scalding hot liquid that splashed over his face and chest. The heat of the coffee blinded him, and burned his skin all over. He wouldn't have the time to focus on that however; Jamie managed to weasel his way to the side leaving Blackjack to go crashing into the guardrail with nothing to cushion his impact. The metal bend and collapsed under his weight and Blackjack tumbled into the pile that had been the first two rows of fans. His impact was celebrated by the cold audience, chants of "Ho-ly s**t! Ho-ly s**t! Ho-ly s**t!" rose up throughout the parking lot. Blackjack shifted slightly groaning blindly as he tried to make sense of the burning pain of the coffee and the horrifying impact with a steel fence.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 9:19 pm
Jamie hobbled away on his knees as Blackjack hurled himself like a speeding train into the guard rail. Blood continued to run down Jamie's face as he made his way over to the nearby apron...
He struggled to lift the apron cover up and use it as a makeshift towel to try to wipe off the blood pouring down his forehead. After clearing some of the crimson from his visage, he reached under the ring and fiddled around with some trashcans, which he pulled out, before finally settling on the weapon which he had personally stowed before the match: light tubes.
Jamie pulled a bundle of lightubes duct taped around a wiffle bat out from under the ring and used it to help himself to his feet. Gripping the handle with both hands, he held it over his shoulder and wiggled it slightly like a batter at Yankee Stadium at the bottom of the ninth, ready to hit the game winning run with two runners on base and a three point game.
As soon as Blackjack could get to his feet, Jamie aimed to swing the object at his chest with malicious intent...That intent being on broken glass busting the skin of his upper torso!
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 9:53 pm
Steam rose from Blackjack's face and shirt. The heat of the coffee splashed on him cooling rapidly in the frigid cold air. Before he was even starting to stir the coffee was cold and the wet shirt stuck to his flesh drawing the warmth from Blackjack's body. The cold is what motivated him to get back up. He rolled and struggled against the fans who were still trying to crawl from the carnage. By the time Blackjack had managed to roll himself over so that he could get his limbs under him, he had already spent more energy that he'd have liked in doing so. His face was scarlet red, not from blood, but from being burned. His vision was blurry but he could make out the form of a gray chair and reached out to use it to pull himself up.
Blackjack staggered as he started standing up, the chair acting as a solid base to hold onto. When he managed to stand fully upright Blackjack grabbed at his shirt, trying weakly to pull the shirt open. Finally his stiff fingers hooked the front of his shirt and with a violent jerk Blackjack managed to pop all of his buttons loose. He looked around, something was wrong. He knew he hadn't hit Jamie, where was he?
Blackjack wiped at his eyes, trying to rub the burning sting out of them. When he pulled his hands away his vision was clearer, but still blurry. It had cleared enough for him to see Jamie when he turned. The sight caused him to flinch, but it would do him no good. Jamie's homerun worthy swing caught Blackjack full in the chest. An explosion of glass echoed out over the audience and Blackjack was sent crashing backward onto the chair he'd used for support. His landing crushed the chair under him, the steel brackets giving way when he landed on it. Blackjack rolled to his side and reached up to clutch his chest; beads of crimson started to form all over his chest. Shards of broken glass littered his chest, neck, and many were still caught in his open shirt. Blackjack was in dire straights and he wasn't even in a position to defend himself from more onslaught.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 10:00 pm
With a loud crash, the lighttubes shattered on impact against Blackjack's chest, sending him to the chair and from the chair to the ground. Jamie staggered a bit and smirked before raising his arms up and in a drunken tone shouting at the fans... "Are you not entertained!?"
The smirk turning to a scowl, he tossed the broken bat over his shoulder and approached Blackjack. He bent down and attempted to grab him by the ear, cauliflowering it in the process, and using it as a handle to bring him to a standing basis. From there, he would switch his grip to the left arm try to throw him back into the ring under the bottom rope. If he could get the big man in the ring, he would slide in after him and attempt a pin.
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