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 Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 4:33 pm
The glass tubes broke in stylish fashion, a dazzling display of shards shooting around at all angles of impact from the point Salem's sticks struck through and into Blackjack! Salem winced briefly, blinking through the momentary haze of chipped bulbs, pushing through the spray upon feeling the batons connect! The crowd popped loudly, watching as Salem's adversary tumbled to his back in response to the clubbing blows. Meanwhile, "The Copperhead" was advancing, pieces of glass stuck to his shoulders and chest as he approached his fallen foe, looking to kick BJ in the ribs and send him over onto his back! Business was starting to pick up!
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 5:08 pm
Salem's kick connected with Blackjack's ribs, forcing him to roll over, revealing that Blackjack was clutching his sternum where Salem had hit him with the batons. A fine sprinkling of white dust began to settle on Blackjack's body.
Meanwhile the stage hands emerged onto the ramp pulling yet another palet jack loaded with about stack of wrapped light tubes. They marched their way down the ramp towards the ring.
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2014 11:31 am
"You wanna see the new me?!" Salem howled, hunching over to lean in close over the pained face of Blackjack, still clutching his chest from the pain of being kicked in the ribs only a moment ago. But whereas "The Copperhead" had tried showing mercy on Hiro last week, when he was defending his title, there'd be no such sympathy from Salem for Blackjack this week, with the former champ's honor on the line. The audience was eating it up, this new aggression out of their beloved hero was a welcome sight from the man who'd been jumped and beaten at every opportunity. Perhaps "The Copperhead" was growing a rattle on his tail after shedding the weight of his BBW Championship. Nevertheless, the look of animosity as Salem peered down at Blackjack while his assistants wheeled down another pallet was one of utter remorselessness, evident by the sudden thrust of Croft's fist down into the rookie's solar-plexus aimed to knock the wind right out of his young challenger!
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2014 1:09 pm
Blackjack grinned through his pain as Salem spouted out about the new him. He laughed once and groaned, "Just go back to hitting me, your bab... " Blackjack got what he'd wanted as Salem drove a fist into her chest. The wind rushed from his lungs and Blackjack rolled painfully over to prevent Salem from taking another shot at his heart.
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2014 2:53 pm
Blackjack's message was cut short by the stab of Salem's fist into his gut, the crowd voicing their approval as the wounded rookie rolled over to avoid a subsequent strike. Straightening up a little, glancing over his shoulder, "The Copperhead" watched as the attendants brought the skid to a stop and marched back up the ramp, leaving the pair alone with nothing but thousands of fans, hundreds of light tubes, and dozens of other weapons at their disposal. So many possibilities, so much to choose from, but all Salem had on his mind were the two sticks of steel in his hand, looking down at Blackjack's exposed back with a menacing glint in his eye. Dropping to his knees, Salem began swinging the clubs like hammers, using them in alternating tandem to whack at Blackjack's spine with the fury of a member of Stomp! going at trash can lids with wooden ladles. Or more appropriately, mallets to a xylophone, as Salem tried conducting a hellish symphony to the tune of his opponent's pain with every attempted blow from the batons!
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2014 7:24 pm
The first impact sent a shockwave of passion down his spine, and through his brain. Blackjack jerked violently and then the second impact and the third. Each strike was like a lightning bolt exploding through his body, Blackjack convulsed from the damage but each strike was a new explosion of pain. Finally Salem violent melody came to an end, and Blackjack was left writhing in mind numbing psyche shattering pain.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 4:52 pm
In his bloody suit, complimented by the laugh and grin he sported between being beaten and breathing, Blackjack was reminiscent of "The Joker", taking such enjoyment from bringing people out of their comfort zones and into his mad, depraved world. But the BBW Faithful took to Salem like "Batman", the hungry hero who sought justice no matter what the cost. Truly, "The Copperhead" felt a message must be sent to Blackjack, to Hiro, to Ryan Killman, to Freak - Salem would not give up, he would not be broken, no matter the odds or obstacles. Blackjack wanted to bring Salem into his world...well, Croft was hapy to oblige.
Turning around to face the freshly delivered pallet of light tubes, Salem tore the tape off one of the top-most boxes, picking the cardboard up and dumping it's contents out atop the battered rookie. A set of six fluorescent shop lights spilled onto Blackjack, piling nicely and provoking the fans to cheer for what was to come. Raising his hand, Salem started spinning his arm at the elbow, hooking it into a point after a second to drop down, into the bulbs, looking to break them against Blackjack all at once!
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 5:30 pm
Pain waited throughout Blackjack's body, leaving him in a torrential haze. The world around him might as well have not existed, no signals could get through the pain. He lay writhing in pain, seizure like convulsions racking his body as half a dozen glass tubes were haphazardly poured onto his back. The tubes were still bundled together at the ends by styrofoam, so they stayed relativity bundled even as Blackjack continued to writh. A fresh roar of agony flared through his back when Salem came crashing through the glass. The elbow smashed into Blackjack's already hurting back grinding shards of glass through his shirt into his flesh. Blackjack went still after the impact, and blood slowly started to stain the back of his white shirt.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 6:04 pm
Following the elbow drop, Salem rolled over and sat up, the bleeding Blackjack lying broken behind him. Batons still in his hands, "The Copperhead" tossed them aside, reaching up to take in the moment and run his hands through his shaggy, black hair. The crowd roared, and with them, so did the longest-reigning BBW Champion, tilting his head back to unleash a furious howl before slapping his hands against the ramp, rattling the metal. Springing up to his feet, Salem began tearing boxes open, ripping tape and cardboard in efforts to get at the prize he sought inside. One, two, three, no four boxes, each one dumped out across the ramp next to the pallet and a few feet from the wounded rookie! The bulbs rattled against the steel ramp, forming a nice pile of two-dozen bulbs that looked almost like a beaver's dam! Turning back around, Salem shot a grin at his opponent, curling his hands into fists and urging the daredevil to get up!
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 6:17 pm
Blood continued to slowly expand, turning Blackjack's white linen shirt into a crimson rag. The assaults to his cns had finally ended, giving his body time to compartmentalize the various signals of pain. Before Salem was halfway through unwrapping light tubes like it was Christmas morning, Blackjack had curled himself up into a ball on his knees and elbows. He struggled with his arms tucked into his stomach for a moment before he reached out with his left hand grabbing the apron. By the time Salem finished emptying all four boxes, Blackjack was already climbing up, pulling on the lowest rope with his left hand, his right still tucked against his stomach; the limb barely seemed to be able to move.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 6:30 pm
Salem watched as Blackjack struggled to stand, clawing his way up the side of the ring while "The Copperhead" stalked from the ramp's mouth. Despite his recent shortcomings, Salem didn't appear to be letting the monkey on his back steer him away from taking care of the task at hand, namely putting away this sadistic sensation that was sweeping through the ranks with his vicious matches! Opening his palm, the former world champion reached out to grasp Blackjack by the hair, looking to yank him into an about-face. With the audience cheering him on, Croft looked to continue his hot start by hunching Blackjack forward and heaving him back into the pile of light tubes with a Fisherman's Suplex!
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 6:46 pm
The rookie was in a bad position already, his winning luck had suddenly left him. He was struggling to get a solid base under his feet when the skilled veteran grabbed a fistful of Blackjack's slick backed hair. When Salem yanked, the pace of the match changed; Blackjack went from a shaky base to a swift pivot on his left foot. As he turned Blackjack's right fist shot out, lashing forward like the sudden strike of Salem's adopted namesake. What had appeared to be Blackjack cradling an injured limb, turned out to be the dashing dealer concealing an ace up his sleeve; in this case a set of brass knuckles. Blackjack didn't aim a targeted bone breaking shot like the one that won him the Sanguine Invitational, he just aimed his loaded fist at Salem's face, throwing his reflexive punch with as much strength as his aching back could support.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 6:52 pm
Salem was preparing to hook in the hold for his Fisherman's Suplex, but Blackjack had other plans - instead, catching Croft by surprise with the set of brass knuckles! The weapon wrapping the rookie's fingers made a cracking sound as it connected with "The Copperhead", right on the jaw, making many in the stands gasp and groan at the sight of Salem stumbling backward in a stupor. His eyes were rolling, his head was bobbing, and the fan favorite was stumbling over his own feet for a second before falling backward, laid out next to the first pallet, nearby the pile of light tubes he'd stacked earlier!
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 7:49 pm
Salem stumbled backwards one foot after the other and fell with an almost poetic beauty. Blackjack dropped to his knees, his arms going back to press into his lower spine, the twist of his torso in that punch, tweaked his hurting back. From his knees, Blackjack stumbled forward reaching out to support himself against the partially used palet.
The dashing dealer looked down to Salem and spat on him, "The new you looks the same as the old, comfortable on your back!" He turned to the palet and fumbled with the box he'd opened earlier. He pulled two tubes out, and quickly swung them down at Salem's chest, one after the other. Then he'd grab the other two tubes and swung them rapid fire this time for Salem's neck and then face.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 10:34 pm
As Salem hit the floor, Blackjack was re-learning how to walk, stumbling over to the nearby pallet like a toddler while the crowd kept their eyes glued to the events unfolding around ringside. unable to look away now that the pendulum of advantage had started swinging in the other direction! With Salem straining to open his eyes, lids lightly twitching from the set lights above hanging high above him, the former world champion saw a menacing grin and an elongated shadow fall over him as the first light tube was busted across his ribs, widening his eyes on impact while glass scratched and stuck into his flesh. Before he could react, another tube was being swung down, busted across his chest in the same fashion before finally rolling over, struggling to evade any further assault. But as he rolled a second time, going from lying on his stomach to his back once again, the next bulb caught him across the throat, making those in the stands wince while "The Copperhead" coughed, gripping his throat while gasping and gagging for breath. His heels kicking at the floor, Salem was too distracted with the pain to process that another bulb was on its way, breaking right against the bridge of his nose! Hands darting to his face, Croft's legs flailed as he let out a muffled scream, writhing on the floor while red started to leak through his fingers, revealing the blood that was gradually seeping from his likely broken nose!
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