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 Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 1:18 am
Boxer made his way up to his feet. He had a look in his eye, the one that could be seen behind his wet bloody hair. Boxer would aim another kendo stick shot at Blackjack. Trying to hit his shoulder.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 1:28 am
The kendo stick cracked into the front of Blackjack's shoulder and immediately the pain in his knee faded away. The trade off for ending that pain, was more pain. Blackjack rolled through the muddy grass. His arm reaching up to grasp the thick welt forming under his wet shirt.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 1:51 am
The demon wasn't too fond of his opponent's attire, so when Blackjack started grabbing at his shirt, Boxer aimed a kick right at Blackjack's fingers. Looking to inflict some pain on his opponent.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 2:29 am
Boxer's foot connected with Blackjack's hand and causing the dashing dealer to scream out. He rolled over crawling forward and gripping his throbbing fingers. He crawled through the mud trying to get some distance between him and Boxer.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 3:07 am
"No ya don't" Boxer muttered as he grabbed at Blackjack's collar. He was hoping to tear the expensive looking shirt off his opponent. Or choke him, he wasn't all that picky.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 3:23 am
Blackjack gaged as Boxer grabbed the back of his collar. The shirt was buttoned up to the throat and the fabric was wet, preventing it from tearing easily. He choked as Boxer yanked hard and finally the top button gave and snapped. When the first button gave the rest of the shirt broke apart, buttons snapped, and stitches tore, leaving Blackjack gaging in tattered muddy rags.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 4:47 pm
Boxer eye'd a chair in the corner of his eye. tossing the kendo stick and scrap of Blackjack's clothing off to the side, Anarchy made his way over to the black and crimson steel chair. The rain pinged rather harmlessly off the cold steel as Boxer lifted it up with a smile that would make Jack Torrance proud. The demon would make his way back to Blackjack, attempting to strike him in the small of his back with the chair
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 5:22 pm
The crack of the steel chair impacting with Blackjack's back echoed around the open lawn around the ring. The sound sent a shiver through the audience who groaned, and then immediately cheered. Blackjack did not cheer, he flopped about from the pain and reached behind himself cradling his lower back with his forearm.
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2014 7:46 pm
Boxer tossed the chair down on Blackjack. Stepping through the muddy grass Boxer dropped down to his knees and started digging under the ring. Eventually he started pulling out chairs, tossing them in the direction of his opponent.
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2014 8:15 pm
Blackjack was flattened out in the mud, holding his back, stunned from the impacts Boxer had laid upon him. As chair after chair was tossed on him, quickly burying him under a pile of steel seats.
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2014 9:42 pm
Boxer stood back up, brushing the dark mud off his pants. He smirked when he saw just how buried Blackjack was. Boxer wasn't finished though. He made his way over to the announcer's table which was conveniently placed next to the pile of chairs concealing Blackjack's body. He barked at the announcers to move before turning his back to the table in an effort to flip the heavy thing on top of Blackjack's more then likely pained body.
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2014 10:08 pm
Blackjack lay buried under the weight of a dozen chairs, not really that heavy but each chair had hit him while he recovered from the first chair shot. Then the impacts stopped, and all was still for a moment. Aching Blackjack started pushing himself back up, trying to climb out from under the pile of steel. Before he could get up further than to just his elbows, the announcers table came crashing down on top of him smashing the steel chairs against him, and flattening him back into the mud. The audience cheered at the sight of Blackjack being buried under so much.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 3:48 pm
Boxer had a stupid idea that the crowds thunderous applause only encouraged. The demon quickly ran back into the ring and made his way to the top turnbuckle, holding one hand against his pained back. Looking down at the pile of chairs and the table partially covering them, Boxer hesitated for only a moment before jumping off of the top turnbuckle. He was aiming to land on the chairs, avoiding the table as much as possible, with a frog splash that would make RVD proud.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 3:53 pm
Just as Blackjack was starting to recover enough to push himself up again, he felt another heavy impact come crashing down on top of him. Most of the chairs smashed into his back, some were forced to slide away from the chaos. Blackjack groaned in the mud not even able to shift while he was trapped under steel, wood, and flesh.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 4:28 pm
A very loud "HOLY s**t" chant broke out in the crowd. Boxer rolled off of his opponent, clutching his stomach in pain. He may have been the one hitting the big move but he was instantly regretting his decision.
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