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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 5:39 pm
The match took a sudden turn when Marshall overestimated himself, a common habit of his. As he was attempting a back body drop, he wasn't expecting a swift kick to the head by Trent. The vamp quickly reached up to his head, clutching at his skull while staggering back, his defense momentarily stunned and left open for more offence.
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 5:47 pm
Now that the tables turned, it was time to throw a little bit of caution into the wind. How would the Archangel spread his wings and hit a maneuver that may or may not blow up in his face? Easy, he simply would rush Marshall, place his arm across his neck, and look to rush him to the ropes alongside Trent, throwing both men over the top rope with the given weight and balance of the enemy who would be driven backwards by the move. If this was successful, it would probably hurt both men, but Trent can take pain like no other man could believe.
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 5:56 pm
As Marshall tended to the throbbing ache of the kick to his head, he didn't notice Trent coming at him until he felt his arm across his neck, which sent both men tumbling out of the ring! Marshall landed with a hard thud on the ringside floor, clutching his lower back after colliding with the ring apron on the way down. His side wasn't doing to great either, having landed awkwardly on his shoulder on the fall.
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 6:04 pm
Marshall took a hard landing much like Trent did, who did a complete flip after being thrown over the top rope by his own momentum, causing him to crash and burn almost face first into the padding outside. The crowd would be caught in between the feeling of chanting that the maneuver was awesome and boos toward the direction of Trent, so they did a mix between the two, where certain parts of the crowd would doing both interactions. Trent would begin to crawl towards the commentary table, licking his wounds on the way.
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 7:03 pm
With a groan, Marshall rolled onto his stomach, taking some of the pressure off his shoulder while he laid on his side. He tried moving his arm around slightly, checking to feel it anything was dislocated. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, thankfully. But what did he know? He wasn't a doctor. Marshall struggled to sit up, having to grab onto the guard rail to try and hoist himself upwards on wobbly legs. He could feel some of the fans tapping and touching at his hand, wrist and arm, but didn't think much of it.
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 7:39 pm
After a bit of pushing himself, small intervals of sharp pains making it's way through his neck, and many other obstacles to keep him down, Trent would make his way to his feet with the support of the commentator's table. Once the Archangel made it to his feet he looked to throw off the scraps on the table that helped him to his feet, cleaning off every piece of equipment to make a smooth surface on top. The commentators began to back up, expecting this table to be used between the two in the mix. Now that the setting was set, it was time to write the climax with a big action, however he needed to bring Marshall over to the table. Which is why he would begin to approach the man who was beginning to pick himself up.
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 8:04 pm
As Marshall was picking himself up, his gaze was downward and his eyes were closed slightly, in order to catch his breath and try to get his mind back into the game after that painful tumble he had taken out of the ring, courtesy of Trent. He could hear some fans behind him urging him to 'look out'. Look out for what? Looking up, he noticed his opponent approaching, obviously up to no good. Oooh no, this wasn't going to be pretty.
He tried to think quick, trying to get himself out of whatever it was that Trent had in store for him. To do this, Marshall attempted to leap up when he got close enough for an enziguiri, trying to land a kick to the side of his face. He desperately hoped this would work and not backfire on him.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2015 11:42 am
Trent, who was leaning over Marshall in the process of picking him up would meet with a terrible fate. Instead of doing what he was planning, he would have met with a kick to the side of his head which would get a great reaction from the crowd in an explosion of cheers. The Archangel would fall on to his knees after the connection with the kick, holding the side of his head as the tides have changed in this match.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2015 10:05 pm
Still feeling the ache of the tumble, his movements were a bit sluggish, but thankfully, he managed to pull them off. So far. With Trent on his knees due to the kick, Marshall had one thing on mind. Survival. Trying to grab onto Trent, he attempted to perform a snap DDT to his kneeling opponent.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2015 10:12 pm
It seemed Marshall was beginning to have feeling come back to him, seeing he was climbing to his feet with the help of Trent's body. Once the man got up, he wrapped his arm around Trent's head and drove it into the padding with a big cheer to follow the maneuver. The crowd was beginning to enjoy this match due to the fact pain was being delivered to the evil-doer; Trent.
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 5:13 pm
Taking a deep breath in order to get himself collected and focused, Marshall forced himself to crack a slight little smile as his move was successful and he managed to bring down his opponent. Sluggishly moving to his feet, he would attempt to grab Trent by the back of the neck and the back of his gear, in attempts to roll him into the ring, slither in after him and try to cover him for a pin.
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2015 2:24 pm
[The winner of this contest is Trent via pinfall.]
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