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 Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 11:55 am
While he had his eyes closed and hand up to his face, Damon continued to try and rub some feeling back into his cheek. Needless to say, the big boot did a number to Damon and it definitely slowed down his momentum, or whatever he had for that short period of time. He'd feel himself being rolled over and almost expected to be brought to his feet. But no, he felt his legs being pulled back and Dion's weight sit upon him in a locked boston crab hold. The pressure to his spine and lower back obviously gaining a pain look on Damon's face. For the referee to check on Damon and continue to ask if he wanted to give up this early? That was pathetic. Instead. Damon formed his hands into fists and tried to bury his knuckled into the cushion of the mat so he could pull his body up and try to locate the nearest set of ropes.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 7:23 am
Dion felt Damon attempt to put himself in a better position for movement toward the ropes. Not being too concerned, given the match type, he would wrench down on the hold.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 11:30 am
Feeling that tighter bend and strain on his back, Damon knew that he had to get out of the move fast. Just because it was a Last Man Standing match and how pins and submissions didn't count, he was in danger. Dion could potentially refuse to break the hold and Damon's back could easily take intense damage should he improperly bend or try to fight out of it. There was no weapons around him he could use or really any way he could get out of the move. However, Damon drove his fits back into the mat and attempted to buck his hips back to try and either flip Dion over to break the hold, or just overall keep Dion's hold loosened until he could think of something.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 12:58 pm
Dion could feel Damon, once again, thrashing about underneath him. Content with the amount of damage done so far, Dion released the hold.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 5:13 pm
It felt as if the hold was locked in for the longest amount of time. Damon was running out of options and he honestly didn't feel like the hold would ever be let go. But thankfully, it was. Once it had been however, Damon knew exactly what he wanted to do. There was no if's and's or but's about it. While still in a visible amount of pain, Damon rolled out of the ring and put an arm behind him to try and assist in the process of arching his back. Either popping his bones or loosening his muscles. Something to alleviate the pain while making sure to watch his six just in case Dion gave chase.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 5:58 pm
During the long standing match through the curtain came another person, his attire looked ready to jump right into the ring. A black sleeveless shirt showing the image of an Anarchy symbol within the middle of the shirt, painted in white spread across his chest. His short black hair covered his eyes barely while his white pants held to his waistline as he walked down the walkway. Within his right hand a chair no less, black steel shined from the area lights as he moved finally making his way down to the ring. Standing at the front of the ring while still at ringside he stared looking at both men before walking to the right, moving to the corner opposite of the steps that led up into the ring. Gripping the back and the seat of the chair he unfolded it and slammed it down, sitting it straight up. Turning on the heels of his feet his body came to rest down sitting himself along the seat all the while his arms crossed over his toned chest. Looking at the two of the men now he just sat and watched the match as it continued.
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 6:37 am
Dion paid little attention to whomever had come out to watch. From the commotion they were making with a chair, from what he could hear, he concluded that, at least for now, nothing would be done.
In the meantime, Dion saw Damon as a prime target. As he went out of his way to recover, Dion would attempt a baseball slide into Damon's shoulder.
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 12:03 pm
Well, now Damon had two things to be concerned about. Maybe. Depends on why the new addition to the match was around. Some guy wearing some anarchy symboled shirt with dark hair and a goatee decided to prop an unfolded chair against one of the corners of the barricades and sat down. He didn't seem to be a threat, but his arrival so close to the ring was one that did bode questioning. Regardless, Damon made sure to note the guy location as he circled around the ring away from the seated anarchist. Instead, he watched as Dion would attempt to run towards location from inside the ring and go for a baseball. Damon however, would attempt to sidestep this and aim to grab a hold of Dion's legs, just to try to slam them down along the edge of the ring.
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 12:37 pm
Well if that didn't smart something fierce.
The back of Dion's knees smacked hard against the apron edge, sending a spasm through his whole body. He quickly jerked his legs back into the ring, clutching at the joints. That was not a good thng.
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 1:15 pm
Serves Dion right for trying to get a one over on Damon. Dion's legs were successfully, and forcefully, brought down hard against the edge of the ring. The sight of Dion clutching at his knees gave Damon the indication that he now knew the targets to take out for the entirety of the match. However, he'd have to focus on other places just to mix up his onslaught. Sliding back in the ring at a safe distance, Damon thought with a primal instinct as his made a direct b-line to Dion. Attempting to give the guy a series of stomps ranging from the kneecaps and along the lower parts of Dion's legs down to his ankles.
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 1:30 pm
Dion's legs were taking a beating as each stomp connected, though his legs were in much better condition than he felt Damon believed. He rolled out of the way, heading to the ropes.
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 1:50 pm
As each stomp connected, Damon kept his arms at his sides for balance. Granted, this probably wasn't the best way of starting out a match by making Dion angry. But at least he was 'chopping down the tree' in a hypothetical sense. Damon allowed Dion to roll to the ropes without an accompanying attack, but he would wait for the 'Pillar of Justice' to stand while thinking of how he'd progress from that point further.
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 1:58 pm
Dion used the ropes to stand back up. He checked his legs; good, but not great.
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 2:06 pm
Waiting for Dion to stand, Damon had ultimately decided that he could take the fight outside the ring. What better way to take out an opponent then to beat down and take him out utilizing the arena and ringside to his disposal. As soon as he saw Dion sturdy himself long enough for a good balance, Damon rushed forward. Hoping to connect with a clothesline to send Dion over the ropes and onto the padded flooring outside.
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 2:26 pm
An ever popular ploy, Dion enjoyed using his feint tactic. As soon as Damon was close enough, he would drop, gripping the top rope and pulling it down with him!
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