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 Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2015 11:13 am
An order was called out and carried out by the dogs who would begin to rip him up like a raw piece of meat, trying to get their equal fill. The army of Rhorus' began to stomp and kick at Trent, showing no respect and following their orders like the dogs they were.
Under everything, Trent's body was being trampled by the kicks of multiple men, each kick wearing him out slightly more until the point he is left in a state where can't feel anything and he doesn't make any more movement, but he is still wide awake. Drunken eyes and numbed mind.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2015 6:23 am
The Dogs did what their leader said. Can't fault them for that. Strategically, could there be a better move? No. Rhorus rested, and the Dogs mauled Trent.
"Alright boys, roll him in."
Again, on Rhorus' command, the Galactic Dogs acted. Their work done - for now at least - they would lift Trent up, with the intention of rolling him under the bottom rope, back into the ring.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 1:07 am
The dogs would rip Trent apart on the outside due to their leader's command and would end up leaving him in a state of unease and maybe unconsciousness as well. Regardless, another command was yelled out for the dogs to follow.
With the command, they would begin to grip Trent and lift him up with the slightest of ease. These were men of greater weight and strength than Trent, plus, there were multiple men so the job was easier due to a larger group of people.
Trent was thrown inside the ring from the bottom rope, laid out in front of Rhorus who would probably grin at his team's handiwork.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 2:49 pm
Rhorus remained rather expressionless, his grin fading, almost as if to spite his opponent in a really meta way. Instead, he just placed his foot over Trent's chest, telling the referee to count, in one of the most cocky strategic pins ever.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 7:22 pm
The foot was placed upon Trent's chest and the official immediately dropped down to the mat, almost hoping that the usual fighter inside of Trent didn't appear tonight, feeling pity for him. No one feels pity for the Anti-Christ.
One.
Two.
Thr-
The shoulder was thrown up with authority, despite being a cocky pin. He isn't done yet, not even if his men come in, he will continue to fight. The crowd would like the kick out by Trent, but still dislike the Anti-Christ in general.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 10:42 pm
Rhorus was surprised at the fight that Trent had in him. He was kind of expecting to win after the Dogs kicked the crap out of the man, but apparently it was not to be. 'No matter,' he thought. He immediately went for some stomps and kicks, to further wear down his opponent.
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2015 1:02 pm
Just like a predator playing with his prey, Rhorus would place some well-calculated stomps across the body of Trent, looking to further wear down an opponent who could barely move.
The Anti-Christ would try to make some movement and get back to his feet, but immediately he would be put down with a stomp of Rhorus.
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2015 3:58 am
After a few stomps, Rhorus would reach down to grab Trent by the head. He would pull him up to his feet, with the intention of throwing him towards the ropes, and on the rebound would aim to connect with a big boot. It wa strike central, and Rhorus was directing the operations!
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2015 1:39 pm
The Anti-Christ was being forced to his feet now, basically dead weight until he was thrown to the ropes by the commander. However, Trent would find his second wind after the rebound, looking to completely duck the big boot and head to the other set of ropes.
After the second rebound, Trent looked to come back at Rhorus for a big blothesline in an attempt to knock the bigger man down.
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2015 12:36 pm
Rhorus floundered as he missed the mark with his foot, turning to face the lightning-quick Trent on the rebound. The occasion, however, was not his, as he was taken off his feet by the monstrous clothesline! He landed hard on his back, the wind knocked out of him, his eyes nearly popping from his head. The Dogs watched from the sidelines, and immediately began jeering the man who attacked their commander.
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 1:33 pm
[The winner of this contest is Commander Rhorus via pinfall.]
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