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 Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 8:16 pm
Killman wiped the blood from his face with his sleeve. whipping off his leather vest and tossing it aside. It was time for Killman to get completely real. He saw Salem perilous on the second rope and smiled sadistically. He hit the ropes and rebounded towards Salem, flying with a Cactus elbow for the back of the copperhead's head.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 8:36 pm
Salem was still getting his bearings about him, lost in a daze from the steel-assisted shot to the face he'd suffered at the hands of Killman. He simply didn't have the coordination yet in him to stand straight up, let alone evade the locomotive that was Killman as he charged forth for the elbow against the ropes! Head rattling on impact, Salem was sent backward over the middle rope, crashing hard onto the ringside mats following the stiff strike, fans gasping in unison!
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 8:44 pm
Killman huffed as he had expended most of his rage into the two shots. He tossed the steel weapon aside and went off to the side adjacent to where Salem lay. He reached under the ring and pulled out a kendo stick. he hit the wicked weapon against the ring, letting it make it's cracking sounds as he imagined all the pain he would bring about with the weapon. He shouted at the ref
"ask him! Ask him now!" he shouted as he readied the weapon.
the ref moved to salem.
"salem, do you give up?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 9:09 pm
Salem was reeling on the ground at ringside, reaching up to rub his cheek which was now starting to dribble with blood after having been busted twice in the face, already. Killman seemed eager to get the referee involved, hoping that "The Copperhead" would call it quits after being unceremoniously sent from the ring...but as the official approached with the mic, Salem slapped it away, shaking his head as he struggled to sit up. The fans let out cheers, happy to see more fight in him, but the circumstances certainly weren't in the lad's favor - what with Ryan nearby, armed with his kendo stick!
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 9:25 pm
Killman licked his lips, he knew this wouldn't end quickly what was the fun in that? He just wanted to show who was in the driver seat of this crazy taxi and who was just along for the ride. He held the kendo stick like a baseball bat, waiting for the time when Salem would stand up so he could charge and crack the weapon with a full swing for his head.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 9:30 pm
After pushing the referee away, Salem started to claw his way up the apron, getting an elbow onto the edge of the mat in order to pull himself back to a vertical base...only to eat a faceful of kendo stick as Ryan ran by him with his baseball-style swing! Another 'Oh!' rang out through the audience, Salem's head snapping back once again, forcing him to awkwardly stumble backwards, struggling to hold himself up with the bottom rope. But as his feet shuffled, he found the cable too hard to hold onto, instead taking a fall into the stairs of the corner behind him. The top section slid off a bit, leaving "The Copperhead" propped up in a stupor across the steel stairs while his enemy stalked nearby!
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 9:45 pm
Killman laughed maniacally after the kendo stick connected with a wicked crack. He hit the stick against his forehead repeatedly in a savage display of his hardcore insanity before turning to salem.
"Have a concussion yet b***h!? How does it feel huh? Me beating the ******** out of ya! Hurts don't it huh you piece of s**t!?" he shouted as he readied the kendo stick. He swung the weapon for Salem's exposed back.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 9:50 pm
Salem was disoriented, the repetitive shots to the head taking a toll on his equilibrium and hampering his ability to get back up. But Killman was eager to lend a hand, bringing the kendo stick across Salem's back with a snapping sound of wood against flesh, the flash of pain enough to jolt Salem's legs up straight and make the wounded warrior stumble towards the barricade across from him, hunched over it to show the front row his dazed and bloodied face.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 10:01 pm
Killman laughed once more
"stings like a ******** right!? Have another!" he shouted as he swung the kendo stick towards Salem's back once more, hoping for the satisfying crack of wood on flesh.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 10:09 pm
Not giving Salem a moment to breathe, Killman cracked the stick back down, striking "The Copperhead" across the spine with enough force to make Croft's eyes bulge from his face. Gasping in pain, the former world champion stumbled against the barricade, cradling his lower back as his chest slid against the top of the security wall. Knees going weak, he slid to a seated position, his back against the barricade, wincing from the disc-shattering sting that rippled through his vertebrae. It was looking dire for Salem in the early goings of this match, and if he didn't find a way to get back in the fight, it didn't seem long before he'd be beaten unconscious before he could even give up!
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 10:16 pm
Ryan smiled as he twirled the kendo stick in a cocky fashion. He snatched a microphone and walked over to Salem. He tilted his chin up with the tip of the kendo stick.
"..look at ya... I already beat the s**t out of you and I'm just warming up. what did I tell you croft huh? I told you this was my house ********. Now do yourself a favor and quit before I wreck your a** further" he moved closer and got his face in Salem's face.
"You can't beat me at my own kind of match, so just say it. Say those two words."
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 10:21 pm
Salem looked worn out, exhausted from the unrelenting assault he had suffered through, only to have Ryan once again in his face, belittling his ability to persevere. Blood had already started to reach his neck from the gash Killman had left under his eye, earlier, sweat dripping from his brow causing the wound to sting as Salem cringed under the set lights. Tilting his head up, Salem struggled to lean forward, struggling to plant a hand on the ground and hold himself up so he could talk into the mic. Was he going to quit? Did he plan to throw in the towel?
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 10:35 pm
The microphone and kendo stick were dropped as Killman took a shot straight to his two best friends! he crumpled over as pain shot all through his lower body. He tried to let out a shout of pain but his voice caught in his throat.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 10:40 pm
A joyous cheer sounded throughout the stadium, applause drowning out the patter of red rain that had now covered ringside with a veil of slickness. The watery crimson washing over Salem's body made him look almost beast-like following the low blow, letting out a quiet growl while reaching up to pull himself upright with the barricade. With a burst of vigor, "The Copperhead" would come off the perimeter wall and towards Killman with a knee lift, aiming to catch his rival across the chin with it!
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 10:57 pm
Killman was hunched over, but luckily that pain subsided quickly. Unfortunately, Salem was quick enough to slam his knee into Killman's chin. Killman shot back onto the floor, leveled by the attack. The red rain fell down upon them, staining both of their faces like a scene from Apocalypse Now.
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